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Roxy stood there like a schoolgirl letting her gaze roam over the people hanging around the parking lot. Dressed in a slutty outfit of high heels, knee socks, plaid skirt that barely reached her thighs, white button-up shirt that was tied to show off her stomach with a skimpy sweater vest to cover her, she felt the part. Everyone was in college but she still felt like the oldest there. Her friend dragged her to a spot where people raced and drifted import cars for money, respect, and pride. She was there to see if she could get some of that money and so far she had plenty of potential prospects.

“Hey Gerald, are you ready? You’re next!” one guy yelled.

A guy of average height turned around at the sound of his name. He had dark dirty blond features over olive skin covered in a tight black shirt and jeans. He was propped up against a black import that was no doubt turbo charged. Roxy couldn’t help but keep redirecting her attention to him, just something about him. She made her way closer to him in order to gain all his attention. He noticed the female dressed up like a wore out school girl slut move towards him. Gerald couldn’t put effort into talking to her until after he was done racing.

Gerald sped through with a practiced ease and after winning he kept his distance from the woman to see what she’d do. As the evening wore on the crowd lessened but the slut kept her distance from Gerald. Several times that night he thought she’d left after seeing her reappear. His eyes kept wondering his way back to her where more than once she met his gaze. He knew that before he left that evening he would have to go to her and find out what kept drawing her to him.

“Hello tuzla escort Mr. Popular,” a female voice came from behind him in the wee hours of the morning. Gerald turned around to see who it was, he had guessed right; it was the slut in the school girl outfit. She smiled after he looked his fill of her. “Can I get a ride?”

Gerald smiled as he was about to get inside his car. It was late and he had to catch a few minutes sleep. He thought her ride must have left her behind. “Sure, hop in,” he replied.

Roxy snickered behind her hand, “I wasn’t talking about that kind of ride.” She crushed her lips hard against his, cupping a hand behind his neck. Her mouth raced to his neck while her hands moved over his chest, back, and shoulders.

After being attacked Gerald started pushing away from her. “Whoa! Hang on a minute!” he yelled. When he finally gained his composure he stared at her while she tried not to laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry hun but cars, racing, and good looking men get the best of me,” Roxy apologized. “Since you’re the big winner tonight and the most popular I wanted to have you.”

Gerald couldn’t believe what she was saying. She stunned him again by placing her hand on his crotch and squeezing gently. Gerald felt himself become aroused at her touch, he gave in. He pushed his body onto her as he crushed his lips against hers, slamming them against the side of the car. Her hands immediately reached for his cock, rubbing through the jeans while her mouth moved over to his ear and neck, biting and sucking. He roamed his hands over her flesh in a steady pace, finding sweet spots that made her jump and quiver. Gerald’s mouth took in one tuzla escort bayan breast at a time, suckling and savoring it while his hand played with the nipple.

“Mmm, I wanna taste,” Roxy spoke. She unzipped his jeans to pull out his hard, fat dick. Quickly she filled her mouth hungrily with his meat, taking him up to his balls. Her head bobbed up and down slowly before picking up pace. She reached her hands up to fondle his testicles gently.

“Holy shit!” Gerald exclaimed at the sensation. He was glad he was leaning against the car. His hands grabbed a handful of hair and bucked his hips to his own motion while Roxy continued to suck and play with his manhood.

Roxy stuck a hand up inside her as she swallowed Gerald’s balls one by one. She probed one and then two fingers inside her wet pussy as she rubbed her clit vigorously. The feeling of a clitoral orgasm was building in her as she continued finger fucking herself. Sucking on Gerald’s dick still but not as passionately he took over completely, holding her head as he fucked her mouth, finally, she came and her juices flowed out of her, she moaned at the pleasure.

“Let me clean you up my dear,” Gerald offered. He slowly lifted her up and leaned her against the car. When she was steady he squatted down in front of her. His tongue probed her womanhood fervently, lapping at her juices. He felt a hand run through his thick hair. The urged him on to work harder at making her wet again. He felt her begin to squirm and tremble and knew he was doing something right. Gerald added to her ecstasy by inserting two fingers in her and pumping. The hand in his hair grabbed harder as he heard her ooh and ah.

“Fuck escort tuzla me already,” Roxy demanded breathlessly.

Gerald looked up to her, smiling evilly. “Bend over.”

Roxy walked to the front of his car then bent over, placing her hands on the hood. “I’m waiting,” she spoke seductively. She wiggled her hips a little to taunt him.

Gerald raised an eyebrow as he walked over to her. When he got behind her he bent over her to grab her breast, massaging roughly before pulling and slightly twisting the nipple, Roxy hissed in pain. He rammed his thick long member inside her making Roxy groan in delight. His thrusts started off slow and hard while he smacked her ass to add pain to her pleasure. She rubbed and kneaded her breasts as he pounded her pussy. His thrusts became quicker and deeper. He took her hair and pulled while smacking her ass occasionally running his nails down her back. Roxy bucked and arched her back to the sensation.

“Give me your leg,” Gerald spoke, holding out a hand. Roxy obeyed and lifted her leg up to him which he held around the ankle. His thrusts were becoming frantic as they both were nearing orgasm. Roxy began rubbing her clit again and Gerald’s balls when she could.

“I’m about to cum,” Roxy stated. With that Gerald pushed even harder, grabbing her leg even harder to balance him self. She grasped harder at the hood as her orgasm erupted in her, making her tighten her pussy around his dick as she moaned in release. Gerald finally released what he had been holding back as he came in her before pulling out to finish coming all over her.

Roxy leaned up and got dressed after cleaning herself. Gerald was doing the same thing when she pick-pocketed his wallet. Taking out some cash she threw the wallet back on the hood. “Thanks for the ride,” she said as she walked away.

Gerald looked after her, stunned at her actions but satisfied.

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The birds were singing outside, waking Lord Roger. With a smile he reached for his robe before quietly entering his wife’s room, next to his. He sat in the chair by the window and admired his wife by the growing dawn light. It was warm and his wife was sprawled across her bed naked, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. He enjoying studying his wife while she slept. He loved the curve of her side as it rose and fell from bosom to buttock. He loved the hint of plump breast hidden from view. He imaged himself squeezing them. He felt movement under his robe as his cock grew.

His eyes slid down her length to her buttocks which he loved to grab hold of as she rode on top of him, grabbing at his cock. He wanted to run his hands over all her body and feel her moan from his touch.

His cock was now hard and was demanding he do something with it. He pulled his robe off as he strode across to the bed. Gently he clambered on to the bed so as not to disturb her. He lay along side her. He ran his hand bursa escort up her leg and between her thighs. She stirred. He kissed her bare shoulder as his hand rose over her flat stomach to her breasts to cup and then squeeze. As he did he pressed his crotch into her buttocks. Her body moved to press against him more and slowly run his cock between her buttocks. He moaned into her back, “you whore.”

“Who can’t live without it?” She murmured as she turned over to receive a kiss on the lips from him. He pulled her close and ran his hands down her back and grabbed at her buttocks.

She giggled as she lay back to allow him to adore her. Sometimes she wished he did it more often. He kissed her lips again as his fingertips stroked down her stomach, over her bellybutton and down between her thighs. As for his kisses they moved over her chin, down her neck and to her breast. His mouth found her nipple and he gently tugged at it with his teeth causing her to moan and arch her back.

His bursa escort bayan hand was between her thighs, dipping his fingers into her sex to moisten their tips before rubbing at her clit. She rolled on to her side and pressed her buttocks against his hard cock. His fingers slid in and out of her sex, catching at her insides. She began panting as she felt his fingers inside her moving faster and faster. She squeezed at her breast until with a final moan she became still.

Lord Roger didn’t stop just because his wife had come. He lifted her leg up so he could nudge his cock into her. With uncontrollable desire he shoved his cock deep into her and his wife moaned. She pushed her buttocks against her husband. They moved together as he thrust in and out, pushing deep into her each time. He held tight to her thigh, digging his fingers in as he moved.

Feeling himself on the verge of coming he withdrew and threw her on to her back. She giggled and arched her back. She grabbed him by his escort bursa hips and pulled him forward and into her. She wrapped her legs around him, ensure he couldn’t leave her. He exclaimed, “you whore! You’ll make me come.”

“Then you’ll have to do just that, and then fuck me again. I know you have good stamina. Do you think I never hear you with my maid. It arouses me, and then I have to play all by myself, because you only want me once a week.” She hissed back and grabbed Lord Roger’s buttocks with her fingers and dug her nails in as she forced him deep into her.

“Witch.” He hissed back, “you’ll be punished for this.”

“Go on then.” She gasped as she arched her back and squeezed at his cock. He fought back, pushing away from her and throwing her over. No woman got the better of him! His cock was wet with his wife’s sex liquor. He found her arse hole with the point of his cock and pushed in. She moaned, but he ignored the protest. He went deep in. It was so tight that he came. He dropped on top of her, “like that bitch.”

“Oh yes husband, oh yes.” She replied between gasps, “put me in your whorehouse and then you can have me whenever you want.”

“No chance.” He answered with a small smile as he rolled off her.

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This is the continuing saga of Ben Black and his twenty-one year old daughter Cynthia; our lovers are having a deep loving and passionate incestuous love affair. And despite the tragedy and heart break they have endured along the way. They have managed to somehow make their sex fuelled relationship work. Well, as best they can anyway. Our lovers are now holidaying in Europe posing as husband and wife.

*

God my head, my fucking head! There’s a party still going on in my head, and I’m the only one not invited. I mentally say to myself. Trying to get my eyes to focus I slowly sit up in the bed, looking over I see my baby Cynthia lying on her tummy out cold in the bed beside me. For a few moments I gaze at my little girl lying there; I love watching Cynthia sleeping, serenely, peacefully, almost angelic.

Slowly and carefully I put one foot out of this oversized bed, I don’t notice a discarded wine bottle sneakily lying in wait for me. Abruptly, that sneaky bastard sends me to the floor on my ass. Oh fuck it anyways! My balls, my god dam balls ache. And here I sit now silently moaning to myself.

Getting up I head to the bathroom to empty my can as it were. And standing in front of the bowel the blurred events of last night start to appear in my mind, only they are a bit jumbled up. God my cock and balls ache. Who would have thought a big ornate bed in France and a few bottles of wine would turn my little girl into a sex craved monster. But it did. Cupping my balls I mentally say to them; mustn’t grumble lads, we are lucky to have her.

Examining my cock to survey the damage I find teeth marks, I mean what the fuck! Jesus no wonder it was throbbing away. Cynthia got a bit carried away last night. She was like a wild animal in the bed. We fucked in just about every possible position, and in a few I never dreamed of. And when I got soft, she used every trick in the book to get me going again so she could continue to pound her pussy with my cock. Eventually exhaustion and the wine got to her too. Thank fuck!

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath and as I slowly let it out my very full bladder begins to release its self. God that’s feels good, I sigh.

“Good morning lover.” Looking over to the door I see Cynthia leaning on the door jam with just a smile on her face.

“Fuck, you startled me babe. I nearly hosed the place down.”

“You were expecting someone else. Who else would be here?” She giggles.

“You could have been the maid.”

“Well if it was the maid, and she was any kind of woman at all. She would be like me, standing here taking in this wonderful view.”

“Do you want me to hold it for you dad?” she giggles.”No, I can manage.”

“Here, let me.” She says, taking hold of my shaft from behind.”

“There now, doesn’t that feel better Ben?” she laughs, as she leans around to guide my piss into the bowl.

“Hmm, now I see why you like to watch me pee. It’s kind of erotic. Will I give it a shake for you?”

“Easy babe, it’s a bit tender this morning.” I say, finishing up.

“Awww, did my pussy wear my daddy’s cock out last night?”

“NO! but you did leave teeth marks.”

“Oh fuck! Show me.”

Turning me around she takes my cock in her hand to examine it. Cynthia looks up at me with that devilish coy look in her eyes, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”I’m sorry. All I can say in my defence is, I was hungry. And I do like your cock. Do you want me to kiss it better for you?” she says as she starts to rub her lips along my cock from tip to balls.

“Well it’s a start, I suppose.”

“Come this way so.” Taking hold of my cock in her hand, she leads me back into the room. I lie on the bed with my legs slightly dangling over the edge. Climbing in beside me she starts to lick my cock up and down very slowly and very softly, she pushes my legs apart wider so she can have better access to my balls as well.

Pumping my cock gently with her hand she presses the swollen head to her lips. She rubs her lips in slow circles around my cockhead while gently sipping my pre-cum from its slit. I watch as she starts to take me into her mouth slowly, just the head at first; she uses her tongue to tantalise my swollen gland. Looking up at me with a beautiful loving smile she asks. “Is that any better dad?”

“That feels amazing pet. Really amazing.” I moan, slightly out of breath.

She continues to lavish her loving attentions on my hardon, she takes me fully in to her moist mouth right down to my balls. “That’s it babe. Suck me, suck me nice and slowly. And I close my eyes and let myself be carried away with this moment of passion. Cynthia really loves sucking my cock; to her sucking me off is a labour of love, and not just a quick blowjob. Nothing else matters but the satisfaction of her lover, Me.

Taking my cock out of her mouth she straddles me, and slowly she lowers her pussy to my shaft. Jesus the heat of her pussy, she is wet, very wet. Barely touching my shaft with her sticky bursa escort pussy she starts to glide along me coating with her honey. Leaning into me she whispers softly. “Does my wet pussy feel nice Ben?” And dipping her fingers into her pussy she smears her sweet sticky honey across my lips, before pressing them in to my mouth. She watches as I make love to her fingers, sucking, tasting, and savouring her sweet tasting honey.

“I love you Cynthia, I love you so very much.”

“I know dad, I know. I love you too with all my heart.” She whispers to me. And slowly she places her lips to mine, and we share a passionate oh so slow kiss. Our tongues probe each other’s mouths as we savour each other’s lips. She lifts herself up slightly and taking my cock she begins to circle her swollen clit slowly against my cockhead. “Ohh, that nice. That’s so nice Ben.” And she gives a little shudder as the heat of her own orgasm begins to slowly build inside her body.

She guides me between her soft pussy lips, just taking the head of my cock inside first. With her eyes closed, she slowly takes me deep in to her; she has the most wonderful expression of ecstasy on her face as she slowly slides herself down my shaft. Tossing her head back she gasps. “Christ, your cock. Ohhh, its so good my love.” she sighs.

Slowly she starts to ride my cock, god she is amazing to watch in action her breasts are heaving with the effort, and biting her bottom lip she begins to work into a wonderful rhythm of lovemaking. The heat of her passion in her pussy is incredible; I feel her honey running down my balls, down the crack of my ass and soaking into the sheets below me. God what a sensation it is to feel so wet by her passion.

“Fuck Cynthia. Your pussy. God, it’s wet. Christ I love it.” “I can feel you getting near my love. Try to last a bit longer, please.” She begs. Last night’s insane fuck fest was nothing but shear animal lust. But this! This was my baby, my lover pouring her love, her passion for me into one magical moment of beautiful lovemaking. That can only be experienced by two lovers deeply, hopelessly in love with each other.

She snuggles her face into my neck and slowly she places baby kiss after baby kiss lovingly on my neck. The heat of our passion is finally too much for my balls, and taking a long deep breath I release my cum into her hot pussy. “Ohhh, dear god I am cumming. I’m coming.” I gasp. Her pussy clinches my shaft hard as it does not want to waste a drop of my cum. Pressing her lips to my ear she sighs. “Fill my pussy Ben. I want to feel your cum deep in me. Please.”

As my throbbing cock finally finishes filling my lover, she lifts herself up and lets me slide out; she places it between the soft folds of her pussy and begins to slide along its entire length. Slowly her orgasm is starting to build deep inside, she shudders, and with her eyes closed she pressed her wet pussy hard on my shaft. Her grinding is getting faster, stronger, and harder as she nears her tipping point.

“Dear god Ben, my pussy is on fire. Fuck, I cumming. I’m cumming all over you.” she cries, her body is shaking from the waves of ecstasy that are coursing through her. My cock is flooded with her wonderful warm cum, my ass and balls soaked from all of her love juice. The bed sheets below me are soaking from all our passion. God what a wonderful feeling, what a wondrous sight my daughter is when she is in the throes of unbridled ecstasy. Her passion is so intense, it’s like her whole body is on fire.

She lies down again resting her head on my shoulder and snuggles in close to me, her body glistens with sweat, her breathing is deep and laboured as she shakes from the intensity of this passionate moment. “That was intense dad. Just fucking intense. My pussy is throbbing so hard, it’s wonderful. Thank you. I love you so much.” She sighs into my ear.”I love you too Cynthia. You know that, don’t you?”

She nods her head slowly in agreement as she continues to rub her pussy on my softening cock in small circular motions; I can feel her engorged clit pressing into my shaft. It’s so tantalising, so wonderful to be able to feel the passion that flows from my baby.

We are both wasted by this deep loving episode of passion; silently we lie there snuggling, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking. After a few minutes and with a wonderful lovers smile on her face Cynthia lifts herself up and speaking softly she says. “Last night was wonderful dad. But this was amazing. When we make love like this I can feel the deep love you have for me.”

“Ditto, my love. The passion and love you give to me is so wonderful. It takes my breath away. I love you so very much, it hurts. And sometimes it scares me. God Cynthia I love you, more than life itself.” And I hug her tightly as if it’s the last time I would.

“I know. I feel like that too. I want us to be together always. Don’t ever leave me Ben.”

“I will love you forever my love. Forever.”

We continue to gaze in bursa escort bayan silence at each other only breaking away briefly from it to share a passionate kiss. Gently we roll onto the sheets facing each other.

“Fuck, the sheets are soaked. Is that from us?” she giggles.”Yep. That’s our passion right there alright.” I laugh. “Would I want to wash them? You know, the maid what will she think.” “Oh don’t worry about her. She’ll probably be jealous when she sees them. Hell she may even suck on them to taste our passion.” I laugh. “Ben, you perverted fucker. I love you so much.”

And we both giggle like little kids at the thought of the maid enviously surveying our gift of passion that we leave her. “Well babe. What do you fancy doing today? Visit a museum or go for a walk, or whatever.” “I’m a bit wasted by our lovemaking. I was thinking about putting on my new bikini and lounging around by the lake. It looks lovely and warm today.” Ha, I am glad it’s not only me who’s shattered by our gymnastic fucking session. No man likes to admit they are well and truly fucked. It’s just not done; it’s a matter of male virility. Well, pride of course.

“Awww has daddy worn out his little girl so soon?” I whisper into her ear giggling.

“You are just as wasted as me, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I could easily go another few rounds babe.” I quip back, with an innocent looking grin on my face.”

“Liar.” She laughs, and chases me into the shower.

We both enjoy showering together slowly washing each other’s body, it is just another wonderful way of expressing our love for each other. I love the little moans Cynthia let’s out as I wash her back down slowly. Before taking the showerhead in my hand to rinse the soapy bubbles away. I love to watch the water cascading down from her shoulders over her bum. A little waterfall forms between her legs, with droplets of water dripping down from her pussy. A very erotic sight.

We get dressed eventually, and Cynthia puts on that wonderful white bikini. God does it accentuate her lovely puffy pussy. What a wonderful cameltoe her pussy forms in the crotch. Breathtaking, simply breathtaking. “What do you think Ben?” she asks, giving me a twirl.

“Hot, babe. Very Hot!” I say and I grab her and pull her tight to me so I can steal another one of those long passionate kisses from her lips. “Easy Rover. We have all day for that later.” She giggles.

I put on some blue board-shorts myself and a simple white T-shirt, while Cynthia wraps a sarong around her waist before we head off downstairs to scrounge up some breakfast. On the way down the stairs we meet one of the female staff members heading up to start cleaning the rooms perhaps. We both turn back to look at her and we start to giggle.”I wonder will she suck the sheets Ben?”

“Now who’s the pervert. Really Cynthia I’m disgusted by you.” I whisper in her ear.

She elbows me in the ribs before skipping down the stairs ahead of me laughing her head off. After breakfast we walk the short distance to the lake shore, it resembles a beach more than a lake. The owners went to great length to pull off a beach setting, and they really pulled it off.

Lying back in a sun lounger I settle down. It is lovely here by the lake, a cool gentle breeze soothes the cares away just nicely. Stretching my legs out and flexing my toes, I watch as Cynthia drops her sarong on the lounger beside me savouring every one of her wonderful curves.

“Just off for a quick dip Ben.” “Ok, my love. I’ll be watching you.”

Placing a kiss on my cheek she whispers in my ear. “Fucking pervert.” Giggling like a little girl, she turns to run to the water with excitement. I watch as she launches herself into the water. For the briefest of moments I freeze the picture of Cynthia’s ass and that gorgeous pussy in my mind. God, if only I could print some of the images my mind has captured.

I lie here with my eyes closed in the warm sunshine and I think to myself, Ben you are one lucky bastard. I am now beyond caring if people know that Cynthia is my daughter. Fuck them! What do they know about the deep love we have for each other? It’s not sordid or dirty, or anything like that. It’s pure love, a deep caring love we both share. And of course I am going to fuck the guts out of her every chance I get, who wouldn’t when they have such a beautiful creature like my Cynthia.

Fuck the bigots; fuck them all I think to myself, they can only dream of sharing a love, a passion at this level of intensity. Those fathers’s can go back to silently tugging their cocks as the sniff their daughter’s knickers. While they lock themselves up in their toilets or some other dark hole getting off. It won’t be me. No way!

My personal rant gets interrupted by someone blocking the sunlight, and thinking it’s my baby back from her swim I open my eyes. Jesus Christ would you look at that, I don’t believe what I am looking at. It’s her, the girl from the abbey.

The Asian looking girl who was with her father escort bursa or lover that morning as we had breakfast. She had her back turned to me, and she was just a few feet away at another lounger, her raven black hair went all the way to her bum, and boy is she a goddess.

She is wearing a simple black bikini top and holy fuck a thong bottom. She bends over to pick up her towel, and ohhh my fucking god, her pussy, Jesus Christ almighty the lips of her pussy. They have won the battle and swallowed the thong between her soft lips. I can see some dark fluffy hair peeping out. Ohhh my, what a sight.My cock leaps to attention, god what a hardon.

She starts to dry herself off with the towel, she must have been in for a swim too. I am enjoying the sight when unbeknownst to me Cynthia had returned herself. She places her hand in my crotch and pressed very hard she coyly whispers to me. “You old pervert dad.” And she giggles. “I can’t blame you though, she’s nice. Very nice.”

Flopping down on the sun lounger beside me Cynthia let out a long sigh. “God that swim was good Ben. You should have a dip yourself, to cool off.” And she has that wicked grin I love so much on her face. The girl turns around to face us, she has a wonderful smile and my goddess begins to speak. “I am sorry, was this spot taken?” Before I could answer Cynthia chimes in. “No, make yourself at home. I’m Cynthia. Cynthia Black and this is my husband Ben.” She replies as she sits up on the lounger, I watch as Cynthia’s eyes practically devour this beautiful creature.

“Hello Cynthia. Hello Mr. Black it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jasmine. Jasmin Ford.”

“Call me Ben Jasmin, and it’s a pleasure to me you.” I say, sitting up and extending my hand out to her. I want to get a closer look at this hot girl. And besides I want to wind up Cynthia in the process for leaning so hard on my cock, ouch that hurt. “So, are you on holiday’s guys?” she enquires as she sits on the lounger. “Yes, Ben and I are on our honeymoon.” “Aw, that’s so cute guys. I hope you will be very happy.”

“What about you, are you on holidays too?” I ask, still wondering about the man I saw her with. “Yes, yes we are. My dad took me with him on his business trip. And we are taking a few days off to enjoy France.” So that’s who he is. I watch as Jasmin takes a bottle of sun tan lotion out of a bag beside her, carefully she spreads the lotion all over her arms and tummy. God how I envy that lotion. She struggles to do her back properly and I hear Cynthia ask. “Would you like me to do that for you Jasmin.”

“Only if you don’t mind Cynthia.”

“No problem. We girls have to look after each other.”

Standing up Cynthia gives me a Nelson Munch type Haw, Haw grin. I can see hunger in those deep blue eyes of hers, and fuck I wish it was me. Jasmin lies down on the lounger face down with her head turned to the side, Cynthia sits by her side and I see her whisper in Jasmin’s ear. She grins over to me, and I wonder if it’s some secret code between girls. I watch as Cynthia undo’s Jasmin’s strap at the back setting her wonderful breasts free underneath, but still out of sight. Carefully she places lotion on her hands rubbing it slowly and provocatively while grinning at me with a sinful devilish look on her face. Cynthia begins to slowly rub the lotion on Jasmin, starting at her shoulders and working her way down Jasmin’s back.

She acknowledges Cynthia’s touch with a little moan. “Thanks Cynthia, that feel so good.” Fuck that little bitch! I’m so fucking jealous right now I could burst, Ahhhh! Again she whispers into Jasmin’s ear softly, and again she nods her head. I jealously watch as she starts to apply lotion to her long slender legs, when she reaches her bum she lets her thumbs slide in between the cheeks of her ass. And although I can’t see her touch Jasmin’s pussy, I know when a girl slightly lifts her ass like a cat when you rub its back. That Cynthia had indeed made contact with Jasmin’s amazing pussy with her thumbs. What a temptress my girl Cynthia is.

“There Jasmin, all done now.” Cynthia says, and standing up again looking over to me she raises her eyebrows and smiles without saying anything; I know that look, it’s the. Did you like the show look.

“Thanks Cynthia. That felt great.”

Sitting down at my side she kisses me on the forehead and whispers into my ear. “Well dad you old pervert. Did you like the show? And yes her pussy is amazing too.” I don’t say anything, what could I say but yes. That fucking show was marvellous and I wanted to fuck her brains out there and then! Jesus, I need a strong drink or a cool dip, something; anything.

Getting up and discreetly hiding my obvious bulge with a discarded French newspaper, I excuse myself to the girls and head into the bar for a much needed drink. A nice cool beer I think. I am struggling to ask the barman for a beer, he is obviously a relation of the famous Spanish waiter Manuel. He keeps looking at me blankly while showing me this bottle and that bottle of wine.

Just then a voice interrupts our comical sketch. “Excuse me buddy, perhaps I can help.” Looking to my left I see its Jasmin’s father. “Permit me to introduce myself. I am Oscar Ford.”

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I like my little black dress. The way that the fabric wraps around me makes me feel tugged in and secure – snug stretch around my chest and butt. The black hole dark color fresh off the store shelve injects me with confidence – elegant for a social occasion, sultry for a club. The plenty skin of my legs, chest, and arms – je ne sais quo – gives me a sense of freedom. You know that badass bomb disarmer in the movie Hurt Locker? He’s way too cool for those heavily padded safety vest, hardcore helmet, and astronaut gloves. Being that exposed is scary. Though, you got to own it like you don’t need any safety ’cause you got this shit – with a smile.

Oh, I get so excited wearing that little dress because it makes me do stuff. I swear it’s like there is a little devil inside of me that I didn’t even know. A little chill comes over my lungs, and then I plain simply do it. When I’m in my scrubs, I’m a nice little lady that worries about people’s feelings and doesn’t want to get in trouble. When I’m in my little black dress, I step out of my life. I live responsibility and continuity – yes, the continuity of going to the same job every day, of slowly nurturing relationships, and of plugging away at my studies – behind. There is my in that moment. There is no past. There is no future. There is only the mission that that sneaky little demon planted in my mind to make my lips smirk and my eyes sparkle.

Sometimes, I worry, as I run my fingers along my legs to spread the lotion to make them look smooth and moist, that the magic is wearing off. An image of my blond friend Lisa holding a bottle of cheap liquor store champagne by the neck, laughing with her mouth wide open in abandon. My chubby friend Melanie was still laughing at this point sitting on the Planet Hollywood hotel bed. A minute later, Melanie was struggling double-handed against Lisa pouring the rest of the bottle of champagne over Melanie’s black hair ruining a seventy dollar haircut, which was a lot on a student’s budget. That fight created quite a few black-and-yellow spots. Lisa’s gone to anger management since. Melanie’s church doesn’t allow her to go partying anymore.

I want the magic to work, very badly. This is my first Diesel little black dress. The draping of designer clothing is a miracle how it reshapes the body with subtle little details. There I had a butt a little on the chunky side. Now, I have a silhouette that’s fit for a shadow shape in a strip club. The fabric feels a little cold, it’s that smooth. And I love the little cheeky secrets. On the inside of the hemline going up the side is a long white label stitched in. It says, “If forgot this at your place, return this dress to (empty space for my address). No questions asked.” Oh, it makes me giggle so much at the idea of forgetting the dress at some hot boy’s room. What would I walk out in? Would I steal one of his shirts and strut out wearing nothing else!

What shall I name this black dress? It doesn’t have a name yet… Matthew as in Matthew McConaughey, the strange, deranged detective from the TV show True Detective. Oh, I want this dress to turn me into a mythical creature of spouting wild, raving philosophical rambles and do things I beyond the realm of social confines. I want that little black dress to take me to a mystical land of adventure, like that deep swamp land full of cult and occult. I took another sip from the near empty New Amsterdam vodka bottle on my nightstand. Don’t pre-party too hard, my friend! You are only 98 lbs. Ugh, I’m so excited!

“Are you ready girlfriend?” asked Lisa out through the slightly ajar bathroom door through which I could see the bright yellow light and her reflection in the mirror of the face close to it and the eyes raised wide open while she blackened the eye lashes.

“Fight on!” I hollered back. “I named my little black dress Matthew McConaughey!”

“That old creepy guy?” asked Lisa quizzically.

“Maybe, I’m so twisted that I like old creepy guys!” I came right back.

“Oh boy, tonight’s gonna be trouble,” Lisa replied with worry and excitement.

Getting out of the hotel room was like stepping into the opening scene of a James Bond movie. The sound track of daring music was playing in my head. I felt like the whole theatre audience was focused on me to dazzle them. The long corridor to the elevator was a runway to the ménage. And that old man with the wrinkly facial skin and those armpit-high pants was going to be my victim. Like a gentleman, he was putting down the tray from room service while his wife waited for him. Both their backs were towards me. His butt was reaching high in the gray slacks, skinny, long ass.

The thrill chocked the breath out of me. I jumped forward on my black heels, comic like Charlie Chaplin. With the little finger elegantly splayed to the side, I squeezed his butt right in between the butt cheeks, where there is this puff of air. My fingers grazed his balls and asshole. I felt him freeze mid motion. My heart dropped into my stomach. I grabbed Lisa’s hand and pendik escort started running – running as fast as our heels let us gallop like Laurel and Hardy.

Then that exciting feeling hit me, tiny little bubbles bursting all over my skin and a rush of energy, so much energy that I felt boundless. I felt like a little girl shark who had tasted blood. My mind was a frenzy for looking for the next thrill. “This is Vegas!” I had to hug Lisa, press my boobs against hers and jump. She was appeasing me and struggling not to fall backwards as I yanked on her body with abandon.

The elevator lobby had a giant vase with a two feet tall fresh flower arrangement. The windows showed the huge Bellagio fountain pool outside. The elevator arrived with an elegant bing. There were three guys in the elevator, your typical guys dressed up for a night out with a clean haircut and fresh aftershave. One was wearing a vest with a tie running behind it. They seized us up for a second and looked at a spot on the wall in that attitude of pretending not to pay attention while every sense was keenly attuned to us girls. An artistic rendering of a botanical plant rotated on the flat screen TV in the elevator.

I hate that subdued atmosphere! I want fun! I’m gonna make fun. I stepped behind Lisa to hug her from behind. Her eyes perked up to figure out what I was doing. “My friend Lisa is one sexy momma!” I purred seductively while showing her off. The guys starred with a panicked look. The vest guy turned to a smirk. “She is out of your league,” I dared them. I sensually caressed her body. Lisa was relaxing into my embrace. That’s where I wanted her. The guys got that horny look in their eyes. The elevator sound had wound up to a whirl as we travelled at full speed now on our way from the fifty-third floor.

“Those girls are mine,” I cooed as I massaged Lisa’s boobs. Lisa’s lip burst into a nervous smile, letting me cautiously proceed under the pretext of this being Vegas. I pressed her boobs together, so that I could get my hands onto the front. I yanked the top down in a sharp motion. There were her white boobs naked. What made them look really naked was that the rest of her body was shaped by her dress to be polished. Without any support, they were simply, normal, girl next door boobs. A blood curdling yell surged out of her body. Hugging Lisa from behind, holding her little body, I could feel her whole body contract in raw instinct of terror. I love that feeling of raw emotion. I closed her back up before she could overcome the freeze of shock. “But you can have a little peak. That’s all you are getting boys!”

I cradled Lisa in my arms. I could feel her little hard beating like the little engine that could. I love that moment, being there with her is feeding something in me, maybe a demon. I hugged her hard to hold her in to take her fear. My mouth was pressed against the skin of her neck. She was shivering. There was that feeling of her surrendering to my hold, letting herself be comforted by me. It makes me feel so close to her. There is this doe-like quality about her where she lets me do these things to her without complaining.

“Can I buy you a drink?” asked the guy in the vest with a jolly smile and sweaty forehead. The intonation of his voice went up tentatively. He bowed a little forward.

The buddy to his left whispered to himself, “Holy fuck!”

“Mediate on this, asshole,” I told the guy sternly and showed him my index finger. I walked Lisa out of the elevator pushing her ahead of me, still cradling her.

We spilled into the casino. The casino always has a sobering effect. There are so many people walking around. There are so many dings from slot machines. There are guys in their thirties who have real careers. There are girls with dresses ten times the prize of mine. There are girls with perfect makeup. There are girls who have figured out hair. I’m a nobody. Those two hundred bucks for the dress were a lot to me. It’s nothing to the girls out here with monthly ten thousand dollar allowances on credit cards from rich guys. I can spot a purse that must be a new fashion trend that hasn’t even arrived yet at the stores back home. I push Lisa into the crowd. We disappear.

Being short, it’s hard to see in crowds. I hold onto Lisa’s hand tightly. There are three broad suit shoulders in front of me. I can spot the slot machines with the swivel chairs in between people. A tall woman behind us is closing in as she tries to rush past us. I get a little claustrophobic. I know that somewhere straight is an elevator. A corn fed Mid-Western football defense guy with an XXL shirt keeps talking to a skinny girl and runs right into me. With both hands, I push against him. The heft of his body moves me back. Lisa is holding me upright. “Sorry,” he says, not looking and a second later disappearing into the wall of the crowd.

Panic came over me. I couldn’t move. There was a group of twelve bachelorette party girls in pink tutu’s slowly walking ahead of us. People behind us kept pushing escort pendik into us. This blond California surfer dude had kicked my heels for the third time from behind. Left and right of the bachelorette group were people pressing in from the opposite direction. And I could not see over the people. I did not know where I was. Lisa’s hand turned sweaty. We were two lost little girls.

A Tarzan scream came over from a table followed by a chorus of cheers that roused the casino. A tall, icy-Russian looking girl strutted in a see-through dress that showed her lingerie, skinny bands of fabric shimmering. A promoter in a cookie-cutter suit waved a fistful of purple wristbands: “Reduced admission for Marquee Nightclub!” A Japanese girl was sitting inside of a horse sized red high heel making a V-sign for a photo. Overwhelmed by impressions, I walked on dazed.

Somehow, we made it up the escalator, walked to the table service line, and showed our wares to get in. We didn’t have a table reservations nor did we pay admission. It’s simply a shorter line to get in rather than general admission, which is for peasants. The bouncers worked together to usher us through lines of velvet rope into the elevator up to the club. The elevator guy was a big black dude with a jolly, warm smile and a suave beret. “Diplo is in the house tonight. You better get those twerking muscles warmed up!”

The elevator led into a room only lit by dim lights behind the bottles at the bar. Vaguely, two very dark spots in the darkness suggested passage ways to the main club. Club revelers were packed tight. We were searching for a break in the crowd to step into. A big VIP host in an elegant white suit with red highlights walked up to us. “Hey, ladies, I’d like to introduce you to a cool crew who has a table.” I simply wanted to get space to move. So, I nodded.

The VIP host forged a path through the crowd. Boldly, he pushed people away. Occasionally, an angry glare would shoot back at him. The glare would melt in a second when the club reveler realized the authority of the VIP host. There was ample space left and right of me to easily walk because the VIP host was so wide. He walked us to the main stage. Burlesque girls were dancing on construction scaffolding in skimpy leather uniforms. The strobe lights were flashing.

The VIP host pushed into the wall to open a secret door. The bare, black metal suggested that this was a service passageway. A narrow spiral staircase lead up two floors. We struggled in our heels. The VIP host waited patiently. It definitely wasn’t safe. The steps were so narrow that it was hard to fit the shoes on it. There was a lack of air conditioning behind here. The bass of the sound droned in its own reflections in here.

Another black door opened in the dim light. The table became apparent. We were on a balcony above the main stage. This definitely wasn’t a cheap table. With the exclusive location, it probably cost $10,000. Three middle ages guys were sitting by themselves with plenty of space on the couch. The twenty glasses were still piled in a neat pyramid. The carafes with orange and cranberry juice were neatly arranged and full. So, that’s the company that we have to put up for at least five minutes for politeness.

The leader of the guys had short blond hair. It was cut almost skin short around the back of his head. He had a big watch around his wrist. He had a dad bod and the face of a salesman. The alpha guy handed the VIP host money. The VIP host smiled and walked away. Lisa whisper-yelled in my ear to overpower the loud electronic music, “That guy tipped the host $50 for each of us. I make $14 an hour at Banana Republic!” said Lisa with her jaw dropping open.

“Hey, I’m John. What can I get you?” asked the alpha guy.

“Vodka, cranberry, and orange juice,” was my reply

He poured half a glass of vodka, adding “We aren’t cheap!” He tossed the ice in. The mixers merely colored the vodka. The drink was stiff and made me pucker my lips. The couch shifted underneath my butt because he sat down right next to me. Without asking, he took my arm and put it around him. “You are very adorable. Where are you from, sweetheart?”

I had wanted to sit down and feel some space to get my bearings. I looked over to Lisa. A tall guy with shoulder long hair had pulled her onto his lab and was holding her knees. His lips were touching her ear as he talked to her. He had something furtive about him, the way that he spoke with speed and motioned fast. The third guy was sitting back and watching.

“I’m from Orange County,” I replied and took a drink to buy me some time from responding to him. The moment I swallowed, the burn in my throat reminded me that I was drinking almost pure vodka.

The balcony felt isolated. There were three big tables. One table was empty. The other table had a very private mixed group that paid no mind to us. There were two security guards that had a solemn look on their face like they’d turn their blind eye to anything that went on here. Down pendik escort bayan beneath us was a packed crowd raving and pushing each other around. The strobe lights only allowed glimpses. One glimpse burned on the eye to remember what people one saw. Then there was a second glimpse with people have moved a foot or so. Up here must have been complete darkness to the people below.

“You aren’t one of those girls, are you?” asked John.

“What kind of girl?” I asked confused.

“Do you know how to have fun and be adventurous?” he asked. “Sometimes, we get these very slutty-dressed girls who turn out to be church mice. It’s like a bait-and-switch.”

“Oh, I know how to party! It’s just that being such a short girl, the crowd can get overwhelming.” Oh, god that sounded lame. “I went skinny dipping in the Bellagio fountain last year,” I lied turning blushing red. Then, it hit me. He was pacing me to get frisky on me. That’s the adventure that he had in mind!

“No way! You are quite the freak! We should get married!” he said with wide open eyes to play surprise as a compliment.

“Security fished me out. Did you know that they have a little rubber boat to pick up people because it happens quite a few times? I had to spend the night in the lock up cell in the casino basement.” I had to add some detail to sell my story. John liked the fantasy. He was leaning in eagerly. I looked over to Lisa. Her tall guy was making out with her. His right hand was gliding up her thigh. I certainly felt the pressure of what was expected here.

“Who is your friend?” I asked trying to create space.

“That’s George. He is a cosmetic surgeon. If you want to upgrade your boobs, he can give you a good deal,” the matter of fact introduction of sexual topics was getting too much for me. I tried to stall by taking another sip from the glass. Fuck! That burned again.

“I’ve signed a huge deal today. I sell medical imaging equipment. That’s why we are celebrating. Let’s drink to that!” He was egging me on to drink. My whole body shuddered from the burn. His hand felt up my boob. “Those feel real.” I pushed his hand away.

I stood up. Lisa was having her face chewed off. “Look at how chill your friend is!” John pulled me to sit back down. His strength and my weak stance on heels made him win.

“Why don’t you tell me about what you do for a living?” asked John.

“I’m a physician’s assistant at a cancer treatment center,” I replied. I was sitting on the edge of the couch.

“Lisa!” I yelled. Lisa was consumed by the tall guy mouthing her. She had melted onto his lap. Her body was writhing with passion. Her hands were holding onto his cheeks. With closed eyes, he deeply dove into her. They were in a love bubble. I was left here all by myself. I wanted to get away.

John told me to relax. He pulled me back not the couch. His lips went forward. I pushed against his face with both hands. I stemmed hard. The skin in his cheeks got distorted by my fingers. With the strength of someone twice my weight, he moved effortlessly closer. The last moment before his mouth closed in on mine, I turned my head to the side, so that his wet lips landed on my cheek. His body was a heavy mass that closed in over me, while my body sank into the deep recess of the couch. The hammering music was drowning out my thin voice.

My knees and elbows pushed against him. He was big, heavy, and strong. His belly was on top of me. I slid to my back. My hands got a hold of his throat. Like an elephant shakes of an ant, he got out of my hold. I crawled back. My head was pressing against the butt of the tall guy making out with Lisa. I was so close to her and could not reach her. “Stop,” I begged.

His lips closed in again. The panic gave me more strength. With both hands I pushed his lips against his teeth. I could feel his teeth and the slobber. I wiggled out from under him and fell on the floor. Disappearing into the narrow crevice between the table and the couch, I crawled away on all four. The skin of my hands and knees stuck to the ground. Drinks and dirt had been spilled on the ground. I crawled desperately out into the hallway. And waved for the two bouncers: “Help!”

They ignored me. I got up on my heels like a clumsy giraffe. “Hey, he forced himself onto me.”

The bouncer shrugged blasé.

“You have to do something,” I insisted.

The bouncer walked over to the table. John was already sitting in a cool posture with his arms wide on the backrest. His shirt was disheveled. His face was red and worried. Lisa’s hair was a mess. She had this cozy bedroom look on her face. She looked at me confused. The tall guy displayed real concern on his face. The bouncer talked to John for a sentence.

“It was a misunderstanding,” said the bouncer to me and resumed his stoic posture in the background.

I grabbed Lisa by the hand and pulled her away. Her body moved lethargic. She had this mellowed out boudoir feeling all over her. We climbed down the regular wide stairs to the main stage. This night was utterly ruined. My little black dress was not having fun. I pulled Lisa behind me through the crowd. I angrily punched whoever was in my way. I battled my way through the side bar to the bathroom.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. This chapter of the story grew to be very long. It became three times as long as other chapters. So, I broke it down into three chapters (12, 13 & 14). There’s a lot of sexual tension in Chapters 12 and 13 of the story. Fortunately, this Chapter features lots of nasty, kinky, surprising sex! Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated.

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I took the bag of Chinese Food with me and went to the door. There was a note on the door that read, “Door’s unlocked. Just come in. -s.” I decided to leave the note on the door and the door unlocked on the slim chance that Sondra might actually drive over. I entered quietly, and set the food on a small table in the entryway.

I tiptoed into the house. I don’t know why I was being sneaky. Sally was right, the house was a mess. It didn’t smell. There was just stuff everywhere. The dining room table was being used for a desk. There was folded laundry on the couch, with a laundry basket next it, full of clothes waiting to be folded.

I heard Sally cry out, “Oh FUCK,” from the bathroom. It sounded like she was hurt.

I called out, “Sally, are you OK?” And I went to the bathroom door.

“Oh shit,” I heard her say, “Bobby, Master, Daddy, don’t come in! I’m not ready! Oh FUCK!”

I opened the door. Sally was in the Honeymoon set lingerie. The bra was totally sheer exposing Sally’s huge nipples. She had on the lacy, white, split-crotch panties too. She also had on the black garter belt and stockings. Those didn’t go perfectly with the set, but it was still sexy as hell, and it felt nice that Sally wanted to wear all the special things I had picked out for her. She had a look of embarrassment, confusion, and pain on her face. She had the toilet seat down, and was trying to work the larger, Number Three butt plug into her ass by sitting on it. She looked up at me and said, “Daddy, I can’t do it. I’ve been trying for a few minutes now.”

“Shh. I’m sorry, Little Girl. Your Daddy should have been here to help. Did you lube both the plug and your butt-hole, Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. But I’m too tense. It won’t go in.”

“Let’s focus on something else. Now that your Daddy is here that plug’s just going to ease inside.”

“Easier said than done, Bobby.”

“I’m not Bobby. I’m your Daddy now, call me, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You got dressed pretty for your Daddy. You look so sexy, Little Girl. Take out your Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She undid my belt. I helped her with the button and fly, and my pants dropped to my knees.

“No. Don’t take my cock into your mouth. Just wipe it on your face. Kiss it. Lick it. You love my cock.”

“I love your cock, Daddy.”

“You’re such a fucking beautiful fuck-slut! You feel how hard I am! That’s all because of you.”

“I love your cock, Daddy!”

“Rub your clit, slut. Pinch it. Really rub it.”

“That will make me cum, Daddy!”

“Close your eyes. Smell my cock. Lick it. Taste it. And imagine how good that hard fuck-meat will feel sliding into your tight, little pussy. I’m going to fuck your pussy hard. And you’re going to cum all over my cock.”

“Daddy, I’m going to cum now.”

“I want you to cum now. But imagine that black butt plug is your Daddy’s cock, invading your butt. You’re opening yourself to my pulsing fuck-stick, taking it in your ass, you fucking dirty Daddy Whore! You’re going to cum, Little Girl!”

The butt plug popped inside Sally’s ass, and she simultaneously came. I steadied her, because it looked like she got woozy for a second. “Oh fuck! Daddy! My asshole is cumming too. Oh Daddy! I can’t stop cumming.”

“Stand up, Slut!” I kicked off my shoes and pants.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Take me to your bedroom. I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you now, Sally.”

“Yes, Daddy. Are you going to have my asshole?”

“No. I need to fuck your cunt, right now. Oh fuck! I left the condoms in the car! Damn!”

Sally could see my desperation. “It’s OK, she said, “I bought some at the drugstore, Master.”

“Hurry. Get one out. Roll it onto my cock. That’s right. Now lie back on the bed. Damn, your pussy is beautiful! Tell me you want this.”

“Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours!”

I pressed my cock inside her. “Oh, so freaking tight! You feel so good on my cock, Slut!”

“You’re so big, Bobby! Much bigger than your father. And with this butt plug in my ass, I’m so filled up. Fill me!”

“You’re such a good fuck, Mrs. Whitehall! Rub that big fat clit again and cum on my cock. God, your tits look sexy in that bra.”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me your whore. Oh fuck, you’re so big! God, I love being fucked by you! Fuck me!”

I grunted and came. All the pent up lust from the last four hours came shooting out of my cock, filling the condom. “Oh, güvenilir bahis wow,” I sighed, “That was short, but sweet. I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer. I was just overcome with lust.”

“That was wonderful, Bobby. I came in the bathroom and then again with you pounding my pussy.”

I eased my cock out of Mrs. Whitehall. I had left a large load of semen in the tip of the condom.

“Oh, Bobby. Look at how much spunk you had inside you! No wonder you had to cum so fast. You must have had blue balls, from Sondra and I teasing you back at the store.” She eased the condom off of my withering penis. “Mmm. It’s still warm. How many ounces do you think this is?”

“I couldn’t say. It felt like a big load for me.”

“It’s a shame to waste it. May I, Daddy?”

I was confused. “May you what, Little Girl?”

Mrs. Whitehall didn’t answer but, just put the end of the condom to her mouth and tipped it up. She squeezed my semen from the tip out the end, like she was working a tube of yogurt. She smiled up at me, and then opened her mouth to show me she was rolling my cum around on her tongue. It was a very nasty and erotic sight. She closed her lips. Swallowed and licked her lips. “It tasted a little bit like condom. But it didn’t totally spoil the flavor. It was still warm, and sweet and salty. I prefer getting it right from the source.” She kissed my cock. And then took it in her mouth.

“That’s right. Clean my cock. Then I brought us some dinner.”

“Chicken with Broccoli and Spring Rolls?” Mrs. Whitehall clapped her hands together, like she was about to get a present.

“Yep. Plus, Spicy Beef with Baby Corn and Egg Rolls,” I said.

“Ew. I might have a taste of the Beef. But I don’t like those Baby Corn.”

I laughed. I walked back into the bathroom and got my pants. “Don’t tell Sondra about the Baby Corn. She loves Baby Corn.”

“So…you called her?”

“Yep. She helped me order the Chinese Food.” I lifted up the bag. “I made sure there was extra, just in case.”

“What? She’s coming over? Oh, Bobby, I’ve got to clean up.”

“No, you don’t. Go to your closet and put on your highest heeled shoes.”

“But I’m in my underwear, Bobby. I don’t need heels,” Mrs. Whitehall complained.

“You’re in a garter and stockings. And that demands shoes, unless you’re in bed or on your back getting fucked, Slut. That’s three with the paddle for arguing with your Master. And three more for the messy house. It doesn’t bother me. But obviously, you seem to think you need punished for it.”

“Am I getting paddled now, Daddy?”

“After dinner. I want the anticipation of your punishment to add a bit of spice to your food.”

Sally said, “Oh my,” and then ran to get some heels. She came back in open toed pumps with a two inch, thick heel.

I shook my head. “Those shoes won’t do. Do those shoes say, ‘Fuck Me’? No. They don’t. You can wear those shoes to work or church or out with friends. But when you are with me, or out on a date with other men, you need shoes that are going to extend the line of your leg, and emphasize the curve of your ass.”

“I’m sorry, Master. These are the sexiest shoes I have.”

“What does that say about your wardrobe in general, Sally?”

“I need to look my best and sexiest for you. I need new shoes.”

“And some new clothes. That’s two more spanks with the paddle for the shoes.”

“Yes, Master.” Sally looked dejected, then she brightened up. “Wait,” she yelled and ran from the room. She came back in the room in sky blue, patent leather shoes, with a four inch, spiked heel and an inch rise at the toe. They were exactly the kind of shoes I was talking about. They made Sally’s legs look longer, curvier. The pastel color was a little tame. I prefer bold colors. But the style of the shoe was perfect.

“HOT DAMN, Woman!” I whistled. “I thought you said you didn’t have any sexy shoes!”

“I don’t. Terri got these to wear to a semi-formal dance in two weeks. But then the boy she was going with dumped her, and then she decided she is a Lesbian; or maybe she decided she was Lesbian and then the boy dumped her. But that boy doesn’t know what he is missing. I’ve seen her in that gown and these shoes. I’m just lucky we have the same size feet.”

“You are lucky. I take back the two extra spanks for not having sexy shoes.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Get some plates, and some spoons for serving. They threw in some chopsticks, but I would rather eat with a fork.” Sally ran off to the kitchen. “Should I push aside stuff on the dining table, or can we just eat on the floor in the family room?”, I called.

“Would you mind the living room? You can put the food on the coffee table. And we can picnic on the floor.”

“That sounds fun,” I said. I put the food on the table and got it out of the bag. There was a LOT of food. I looked around and found the TV remote. I turned on the TV. Mrs. Whitehall has the same Cable Service as we do. So I went up to the music stations and found some smooth jazz.

Sally came in with the plates türkçe bahis and silverware. She also had a lit taper candle in a glass base. “This is nice, Bobby.” She set down the plates and candles. “But, turned down the volume on the TV all the way.” She walked over toward the TV.

“I can change the station,” I said. Mrs. Whitehall spread her legs and leaned over to reach a shelf on the entertainment center below the TV. Her panties split in the back, revealing the butt plug. Her ass and her legs looked fantastic in the high heel shoes. “Mercy, woman. Are you bending over like that just for my benefit?”

I heard Sally giggle. “No. I’m turning on the surround sound.” The jazz came back on and Sally turned it down to a nice warm volume. Sally twerked a little, making her big butt roll, quiver and shake. “You like this jelly, Bobby?” She shook her ass. “Are you really going to paddle this butt, Master?” She turned around and swayed her hips side to side. ” Are you really going to fuck your Little Girl’s tight asshole, too Daddy?” She turned around again, and splayed the white panties with her fingers, so I could clearly see the large, black butt plug wedged between her cheeks.

I said, “Wow,” and sat down on the floor. “Get on your hands and knees, Slut. Yes. Lean down so I can see the way your tits hang in that bra. Shake them. Shake your titties like you shook your ass for me. Wow.”

“Do you like your fuck-cow’s giant milkers?”

“Heavens, yes. Crawl over here and give Daddy some sugar,” I commanded.

Sally smiled and crawled on her hands and knees over to me. We kissed, lightly at first. Then with more passion. Finally, Mrs. Whitehall broke the kiss, saying, “I could do that all night, but I’m starving, Bobby.”

I gestured. “There’s plenty.” We dished up our dinner and ate. I tried the Springs Rolls and Sally tried the Egg Rolls. Both were good. But we both preferred what we had ordered for ourselves.

Sally asked, “Is Sondra really coming over?”

“Probably not,” I said, “but she had me text her the address. And she told me to leave the front door unlocked so she could sneak in and check up on us. She said that just having that possibility open would be exciting for us. She also said that it would make sure I’m a good Master for you, since my performance might be graded.”

“She didn’t say that. But she knew you were coming to see me, to fuck me and everything?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yep.”

“And are you going to see her again, Sir?”

“Yes. If she doesn’t show up here first, we have a date for tomorrow. Did you call Bibliophile Browne?”

“I was very nervous. I don’t ever call men. That’s just not me, Bobby. But we had made a deal, so I called Dennis. He was still at his store, he owns it, you know. It was his father’s but he’s worked there his whole life and when his father died, he took over running the store.”

“You two talked for a while,” I said.

“Yes. He was nervous too. He said he tends to ramble when he’s talking to a pretty woman. I asked him if he was married. And he said he had been divorced for a long time. His two kids are older, both college grads.”

“Do you like him?”

“He was funny on the phone. He kept saying stuff with a double meaning, like innocent but dirty at the same time. It was silly, but he wasn’t gross. I thanked him for giving me the book, especially such an expensive one. He said it was a collectible. But, he really only priced it that high because it was one of his favorites, and it’s by some famous mainstream author who wrote it under a pen name. Anyway, I said, ‘Maybe if you play your cards right, I’ll give you a chance to read it to me as a bedtime story.’ It was a joke, and he laughed. But it seemed like a very naughty, slutty thing to say. Do you think he’ll think I’m a slut?”

“You are a slut, Sally,” I stated.

“No, Daddy. I’m YOUR slut, and there’s a difference. I can let down my guard with you, because I know you and trust you, and I’m your submissive. But, I’m not going to be an easy lay.”

“Then don’t make it easy for Dennis.”

“He asked me out, Sir. He wants to take me to a Museum Gallery Opening on Thursday. It’s an exhibition of Erotic Art Through History. Do you think that’s a little forward for a first date?”

“That sounds like fun. Are you going?”

“I told him that I hadn’t dated since my divorce six years ago. I said that I wanted to talk it over with my daughter and asked if I could call him tomorrow. And he told me that was great, because then he was sure to get another chance to talk to me. And that ‘maybe’ was better than ‘no’.”

“But you didn’t want to ask Terri, you wanted to ask me, right?”

“Because you’re my Master, and I’m your pretty fuck-cow. And I will fuck you every way you want, even my ass, Sir. And I will fuck anyone you tell me to, as long as you’re with me. Because I know you are there to keep my safe, Daddy. I’m ready to give you all of that. But, I don’t want you to have sex with MY boyfriends. And I don’t want MY boyfriends to have sex with your mother. güvenilir bahis siteleri I don’t want to compete with her. I will need to keep that part of my life separate. And I don’t think that I could have sex behind my boyfriend’s back, not once we had become intimate. So, if I do decide that Dennis and I should become lovers, that would probably put an end to us.”

“Thank you for giving this so much consideration, Little Girl.”

“You make me feel so sexy and beautiful, Bobby McMillan.” And she kissed me.

“You ARE sexy and beautiful, Sally Whitehall.” I kissed her back.

“And if I do take another lover, I don’t know if I would give up having sex with your mother. At least not one-on-one. Would that be OK?”

“We will have to consider that. I am Blue’s Master.”

“And I will still want you to fuck my daughter, Terri. You could even train her, like you’re teaching me.”

“She doesn’t want that. And you don’t want that either.” I laughed like Sally had been making a joke.

“No. I would love to see Mistress Sondra have Terri over that ball, and watch her spank my daughter’s pussy like she spanked mine!”

“Did that hurt?”

“Like a son of a bitch. But it also set my pussy on fire. God, I was begging you to fuck me right there! Next time, you’re bringing a condom, Bobby.”

“Next time, I won’t need a condom. We just need to get tested, and then I will be fucking you bareback, Mrs. Whitehall!”

“Mmm. That will be so nice.” Mrs. Whitehall took a deep breath, “Would you like to get me pregnant, Daddy?”

I choked on my spicy beef. “What! You’re on the Pill, right? Because, no! No, I do NOT want to get you pregnant, Mrs. Whitehall.”

“My tits get even bigger when I’m nursing. They provided so much milk. It became painful, because Terri couldn’t drink enough when she was a baby to relieve the pressure. So my ex-husband would nurse from me. I know, it sounds strange. But it was actually a very loving and bonding time for us. That was early in our marriage. Anyway, even after Terri was weaned, David still drank from my titties, twice a day. He loved it, and I loved it. Then, he seemed to lose interest. I found out later, he was cheating on me. And my milk dried up. And eventually so did our marriage.” Mrs. Whitehall was at the edge of tears.

I didn’t know what to say. “My father would love to suckle your breasts, Sally. And I love kissing and licking your tits too. I just would not be around to feed from you twice a day. Besides, that’s also just not a good enough reason to want to get pregnant.”

“I miss that closeness. And…well, Terri is going off to college next year. And, I just don’t want to be alone. I would have a baby to take care of.”

I took Mrs. Whitehall’s face in my hands. “Sally,” I said, “you will not be alone. You are mine now. And I won’t give you up unless you have another man that you want to commit to. You also have my mother, and my father. You are even more a part of our family now than when you and Mom were just best friends.”

“Thank you, Bobby. I didn’t think that when I took you on as my Master, I would get someone as wise and kind as you too. You know, having you as my Daddy makes dating a lot easier and less scary too.”

“How is that, Sally?”

“Well, I would always think, what if I’m just settling on some fellow just because I’m so horny. Now, I know that if I go on a date with a man, it’s because I like them, not because I’m desperate for sex. That’s why I would love for you to take Terri’s virginity too. I know you’re a good lover. You would teach her well. And then, she wouldn’t make some poor choice, just because she was desperate and horny for sex.”

“So you chose to be my submissive because you were desperate for sex, Mrs. Whitehall?”

“Bobby, I flashed you my titties in a parking lot, and promised that I would be your slut just to get into the car and maybe get a peek at your cock. I had been hearing about you and your gorgeous cock for months. So…yes, I was desperate.”

“Did you make a poor choice, Pretty Sally? Do you regret giving yourself to me?”

“Not for a second, Daddy. This has been the most amazing day of my life.”

“Well, if you like Bibliophile Dennis, I think you ought to give him a chance.”

“He said I should call him tomorrow, or I could stop by his store. He’s only open from eleven to four on Sundays. He said if I stopped by near four, we could get sandwiches at the Deli down the street after he closes up.”

“It sounds like Dennis is wanting to sneak in a casual pre-date before Thursday.”

“He was very casual about the invitation. There was no pressure. He said he’d just enjoy talking with me. Wanna know something funny? Dennis said that what first caught his eye wasn’t my boobs, but my legs. He could see I was wearing stockings and, he imagined, probably a garter belt too. He said that the next thing he noticed were my eyes. He’s got a silver tongue. He is a charmer.”

“So…sandwiches with Dennis tomorrow?”

“Maybe I’ll be too tired after tonight.” Sally gave me a wink. “Where are you meeting Sondra?”

I said, “I wanted to meet her for brunch. But she sings in her church choir. So I said we could go out after church, and then I sort of weaseled an invite to her church.”

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******This is a world where magic and technology evolved side-by-side. Spells are as common as cells, phones I mean. This is an encounter between old friends who both happen to be magic wielders.******

*****

Dinner has been fantastic. The small diner’s menu didn’t offer anything close to fine dining, but the intimate and casual atmosphere allowed the two friends to relax during their meal. Memories were shared and laughs echoed across the table. All in all, a friendship was renewed. Neither one of the diners wanted the fun to end so they decided to return to her apartment for some drinks and more conversation.

As she unlocks her front door she realizes she had only been home briefly and can’t remember how clean or dirty the house may be. She turns on the light in the foyer and glimpses something in the neighboring living that brings a warmth of embarrassment to her cheeks. She had been sorting through clean laundry this morning before leaving for her office and some of her more intimate clothing was draped over the couch in clear view. He slips past her through the door and steps towards the now lit living room before she can redirect him to a place with less of her private underwear and revealing bras present.

He gets an interested smile on his face as his eyes travel over the accidentally displayed pieces of lace and skimpy wear. “Oh. Were you planning to put on a little fashion show tonight?”

“Well, I guess I can put one together if there is an audience that would be interested.” She returns his smile with a seductive grin of her own. She is reminded of the energetic times the two of them had spent in, and out of, bed in their shared past. She also realizes that nobody has seen her in less than her street clothes in some time. In fact, she can’t think of anyone that has seen her in less than the long coat she is now wearing. Putting on a little show should be fun whether more happens afterward or not. Still, she is now hoping that more will happen than she had originally planned for the night.

“With what is on display here, I imagine there will be at least one very interested audience member.” He promptly sits down on the couch and leans back between a pair of red panties and a black lace half-bra that is a tad too small but she enjoys wearing because it feels like someone is cupping her breasts when she moves just right.

With a glance towards her kitchen, she uses a touch of her spiritual energy to summon a simple ethereal being to serve the two of them some wine. A platter with a pair of glasses and an uncorked bottle floats into the living room. A faint glow surrounds it as the being lowers the platter to the coffee table in front of him and vanishes. He pours each of them a glass while she positions herself directly in front of him. She slips her coat off and reveals more of her slim, athletic body. She has never considered the tan blouse to be flattering to her body shape, but that wasn’t canlı bahis the original point of the day. She is now wishing that she had chosen something tighter or more revealing. It is something she will very quickly be changing. A flick of her wrist sends her coat flying to the coat rack by the front door. A snap of her fingers causes her blouse and pants to vanish, leaving her standing there in the simple and plain white panties and bra she had quickly grabbed for the day.

She had never considered her breasts to be big enough, but they fill her B cup bra well. The physical demands of her work keeps her trim and she did enjoy the curves she has when she runs her hands down her body. She resists the urge to do that now until she has something a bit more flattering on. She has never performed any of her magic on stage before and certainly never put on a show like this for anyone. Still, she gets an idea for a way to progress through the various pieces of intimate wear on her couch without revealing more until the time is right. She also gets an idea of how to get him to reveal himself when the time is right.

She takes a deep sip from one of the wine glasses on the coffee table. He picks up the other filled glass and holds it, taking smaller sips as he watches her intently. She sets the glass down and takes a half step back. She stands with her legs together and her arms out to each side. She is now a nearly naked scarecrow in the middle of her living room. She looks into his eyes and snaps her fingers again. There is a bright flash between them and she is suddenly no longer wearing the simple white underwear. Now she has on the red panties that were next to his head and a matching red bra that is half lace on the cups. She smiles at him and gives her body a little shake. He returns the smile and gives a slight salute with the wind glass.

She snaps again and another flash. Now she is in a black lace babydoll set that she only wears when she is feeling particularly naughty. The lace bra holds her breasts tight and gives hinting views of her nipples. Nipples that are now becoming sensitive with the rapid change in materials covering them. They are trying to rise and are pressing against the soft lace she is now wearing.

As other urges grow stronger, she finally lets her hands slide down her body. She starts with her hands on her chest under her breasts and slips them to her sides and down over her hips. They roam around to the fronts of her still closed thighs and up her flat stomach. With a flourish, she returns to her “scarecrow” pose and snaps again.

This time there is no flash of light this time so she is completely naked before him for a moment before she is once again wearing something arousing. The black half bra is lifting her breasts up with her stiff nipples peeking over the low top edge of the cups. The matching lace panties had an open weave pattern that left nothing to the imagination if she stood just right. bahis siteleri Right now, she wasn’t standing in the right position but intended to be soon.

She looks her single audience member up and down as he swallows down the last of the wine in his glass. His eyes are moving up and down her body much like her hands were a moment ago. Unlike her hands, his view lingers in a couple of specific points. While he is focused elsewhere, she cups her breasts with her hands and starts teasing her stiff nipples with her thumbs. Tingles zing through her body as she feels sensations growing between her thighs. As his eyes shift and focus on her pleasing her nipples, she watches him adjust himself so the swelling bulge in his pants is less awkwardly positioned.

“Now, you’ve had a show. It’s my turn to see something entertaining.”

“That’s too bad. I don’t have any particularly fascinating outfits to wear handy to model for you.” He lays back on the couch, his arms across the back and a smug grin on his face.

“That’s ok. You don’t really need to be wearing anything more than you are now to entertain me.”

She taps into the energies being excited by his gaze and the sensations from her nipples and uses flexes her will a little. The zipper on his pants slowly lowers without anyone physically touching it. The button pops loose and his aroused bulge is now only being contained by the thin material of the silk boxers he is wearing. He looks happily surprised at the sudden decrease in pressure on his erection. With a wave of his hand, he flexes his own energies and slides the coffee table that was separating them to the side of the room.

She takes a few seductive steps forward. With each step hints and flashes of the closely trimmed hair under her panties are visible. She slides her tongue over her lips to moisten them as she feels the moisture growing inside her. Finally, she kneels between his legs. She raises one finger and touches his pants. The pants and shirt vanish instantly and leave him wearing only a pair of dark blue silk boxers. She leans down and presses her breasts against his bare thighs. Not wanting to use only her magic, she slides her hands over his hips and releases the straining button on his boxers. Leaving the silk underwear on him, she slips her fingers inside the fly and slips his swollen manhood out and into the open air.

She places a few light kisses on his thighs as she slides the tip of a finger up and down his shaft as it rests against his pelvis. He sighs in pleasure at her touch. Her kisses move up and replace the touch of her finger. While her lips touch him, her hips move back and forth slowly as she presses her other hand against her panties feeling them get more damp. She desires to be filled but knows her fingers won’t be enough to satisfy her this time.

She uses a light levitation spell to lift his stiff manhood off his pelvis while one hand caresses his chest and she teases herself bahis şirketleri with the other. She kisses the sensitive head and teases it with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it. She takes as much of him into her mouth as she can. His eyes flutter and he moans with pleasure as the sensation of her mouth enveloping him. She slowly lifts her head away and kisses the tip again before standing up.

She spreads her legs and begins to rub herself through her panties in front of him. Her arousal is almost as obvious as his through her thin layer of lace. Her stance makes all she has nearly visible. Only the finest of details of her is hidden by the almost transparent weave of the material. She steps forward and straddles his hips on the couch. She traces a line with her fingernail up the middle of her panties. A faint glow at her finger slits her panties open as she tickles herself intimately with the gesture. She leans down and kisses him deeply as she slowly lowers herself over him. She moans into his mouth as he enters her at her pace. Her nipples brush up and down his chest as she moves herself up and down on his lap.

Her body is so sensitive that she can feel everything against her skin. The smoothness of his silk boxers pressed against her inner thighs. The strength of the muscles in his thighs under her. The pressure of his lips against hers. His chest moving against her breasts as he breaths. Her hair moving across her own shoulders with each shift in her balance. The completeness with which he fill her when she settles on him. The aching absence of pressure as she rises up off of him. The thrill as she drives himself back in her.

The two of them move in unison as their pleasures merge. Their moans combine into a passionate chorus. He shifts underneath her to drive himself deeper into her each time she lowers herself on him. A light glows around their mingling bodies. The energies they each wield ebb and flow into and around each other. Their motions increase in speed and intensity. She sits up and grinds herself against him before rising up again. Her sensitive clit is squeezed between their bodies before the pressure is released as she rises and she roars in pleasure as she goes down and is stimulated again.

Their shared passion and pleasure rises to higher and higher peaks. The light coming off of their bodies gets brighter and brighter. Objects around the room begin to float aimlessly as their energies build up. The heavens themselves cry out as he begins pulsing and throbbing inside her. Her body stiffens then relaxes as she clenches around him. An electric hum fills the air and merges with the roars of passionate release coming from each of the lovers.

Suddenly all is silent and peaceful as she collapse onto him and they both sigh in exhaustion and comfort. The level of light returns to normal and the previously floating objects all settle to their previous positions. She shifts herself on his lap and feels what is left of his stiffness still inside her.

She sits up a little and smiles at the satisfied look on his face. “Well, I do have to say that is the best dinner and a show I’ve ever been to.”

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It was a night made from dreams.

Dinner had been prepared in the heavens. His conversation was pleasantly flirtatious, his company stunning. Neither wanted the evening to end so we walked along the ship’s rail.

The moonlit air was warm, as he held me, dancing slowly on the deck. Bodies pressed together, fingers intertwined. The ship rocked gently with each ocean swell and that blended sweetly with our movement.

The strains of violins wafted around us, guiding our steps, the soft rhythm an echo in our pulse. Melody, mist and cologne buffeted my senses. The impact had me reeling. Passion and maleness mingled finely with sandalwood and myrrh. Inhaling, I pulled deep his essence, waking the beast nestled inside. His magic spiraled back upward, filling my mouth and throat with ‘him’.

The wizard had begun his siren song of seduction, while the beast and I resisted.

Head resting on his shoulder, my hands roaming his chest, luxuriating in the feel of linen shaped over well honed muscle. I roamed the plains of his body, learning the valleys, searching the hollows where my love would eventually live.

Meeting his gaze, I began to trace his mouth, wondering just how these tender lips would feel against my skin. The fullness of his sensual mouth matched the fullness in my chest. The soft skin was warm to my touch. There was a hint of pink as his tongue glided along the outer chasm edge peeking to see just who invaded its home.

My body read the promise inherent in that tiny flash of ruby skin. He offered a sensual dance, drawing a thunderous response from the beast crouched in bottomless place inside me. Can his magic claim her I wondered?

He pushed his offer higher, sucking on my finger tip, tongue flicking against the pad. Breath rushed from my body, each hair aloft as my skin puckered at this intimacy. Each stroke inflamed the pulse, calling the dragon at my core. My body responded to him mindlessly, the wetness flowing from me of its own volition. I tried to pull my finger from this trap of his mouth, but all I managed to do was pull his head güvenilir bahis toward me.

I found the edge of his mouth and kissed it gently. With the release of my finger his tongue traced the edges of my lips, his mouth playing with the abundance of mine. Eyes may be the windows to the soul, but this mouth, this mouth was the doorway.

My soul sang as he tasted me, as he teased me, and as I gently pulled his tongue into my mouth. He was all heat and dinner wine.

He left the wilds of my mouth and began to blaze a trail across my cheek. All I felt was velvety softness running along my chin raising the blood in my veins. I was floundering in the vastness of his touch, set adrift in the sea of longing he had unleashed within me. The warmth of his breath heated my ocean cooled skin along the way. Was the roaring in my ears from the ocean waves or her wings crashing within me? I didn’t know.

As my head tipped back his breath flowed across my earlobe, enveloped by his lips. The tempest at my center was tamed as he began to suckle the sensitive skin. I wanted more, so much more. I tried to turn into his mouth, but he held my head and continued his path of exploration down my throat and across my bear shoulder. As his palm roamed along my spine, pressing me into him, I knew I was lost. My breathing ragged, my pulse rapid and my head thrown back as I fell under the spell he was weaving. The dragon awakened, beat at my mind, and roared for release.

The wizard wove the moon and stars into his trap, my beast and I had been truly snared. I opened my eyes and watched as the stars twinkled in time with the pounding of my heart. I moaned. I believe I moaned. I heard a moan echo in my ears. Was that me? Who was this woman sinking deeper into fervor’s grasp?

His neck was open to me and his scent rose drawing me in. It called me, seducing me. I lowered my mouth to his throat. The ringing in my ears competing with the drumming of his heartbeat as it throbbed through my tongue, feeding the beast within. I followed this river of heat upstream, along his neck, under the cleft of türkçe bahis his chin and toward his mouth, the source of my wildest fantasies.

Our tongues danced a waltz more ageless than the symphony playing deck side. He teased me mercilessly, his tongue darting in and out of me. Was this another promise for my future?

He suckled gently my tongue, and with each draw, my clit pulsated in response. I ground into him, urging him forward in his explorations. Common sense was lost as the tides of want over took me. My dragon was loosed, and I had no regret.

I felt the heat of his hands work their way down my back before I realized the zipper was undone. My nipples brushed against my gown, as he pulled my hips in and then up. His need was obvious in the hardness at my groin and the heat from his hands on my rear. The beat of dragon wings fanned the flames growing between us, surrounding us.

His moan was but an echo, as I felt myself melting into the shadows. Pinned to the wall, his mouth ensnared my engorged nipple. I shivered in the shock of cool air, followed by the searing heat of his mouth. Alternating warmth and coolness pounded that tiny bit of flesh with each intake of his breath. My back arched each time his teeth held me. Fire raced through my veins burning us both on its journey.

The very nature of my being was pulled from me. I had been claimed. I was nothing more than the beast, the dragon in his hands. My dress fell from my hips, his mouth making inroads along my chest and belly. My legs spread slowly hoping to guide him lower, but he simply whispered by, leaving an ache behind the dark lace. He kissed my inner thighs, hands wrapped around my ass. Back up he traveled, nibbling as he went. Sparks flaring each time his teeth worked my flesh.

The wizard claimed his own.

The tip of his tongue teased its way along the edge of my thong. A ragged breath added to the dragon’s heat already radiating from the dampened bit of cloth between my legs.

I was the sacrifice that went gladly.

Warm hands pulled my hips forward as a warmer mouth güvenilir bahis siteleri lowered toward the fount overflowing. The whip of tongue struggled with fabric, while his teeth worked the fire at my heart. Along the exposed flesh of my inner thigh that insistent member climbed. Hands finally met teeth and tongue; together the three conquered the shield of cotton.

My body arched in the coolness of exposure. My hands reached for the solidity of flesh.

With a wizard’s magic the fabric vanished as that serpent tongue moved along my skin. His lips held me in place as his mouth supped the wine from me. I pulled him deeper into me, spreading my legs for him.

The sensual feast was offered freely and willingly taken.

He teased me then. That member flicked up and down my slit. Heated breath reached where rough flesh could not. He suckled at my thighs as if I hid combs of honey. He worked his way between the swollen layers, heavy tongue darting in and out swimming in sweetness. I shifted, then he pushed, suddenly fingers found their way inside me.

I was lost among the stars. Light swirled in my eyes as he began to lap, buried fingers dancing to his wizard rhythm. A dragon rage of heat warned me mere seconds before his mouth engulfed my clit.

I was suckled. I was let go. I was drawn through the stars and then cast earthward each time his mouth worked me. I relished this journey, as it answered the ebb and flow of the tides of my spirit.

The fire inside matched the bits of fire in the night. I relished the passion, yet we longed for release, my beast and I.

Searching, my fingers found purchase buried in my wizard hair. I arched toward him, calling the magic again and again. Mercilessly he drained every ounce of moisture from me, tongue leaving behind dry fire everywhere it touched.

The beast bellowed as fingers crawling inside. Fore and aft they entered, pinning her restlessly between. I squirmed, seeking her freedom, the jaws of flame engulfing me as the dragons’ roar eclipsed my heartbeat.

I surrendered then, giving myself to my beast and her to this wizard. A moan erupted from her hidden place inside me, circling higher and higher, exploding from my body with a blast of dragon fire.

I have been transformed.

I am the dragon reborn.

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Elliott and Mia Birch had been married 21 years.

They met when they were both 21, and got married within 2 years and a couple of years later their son Declan came along. Not long later their daughter Alice was born.

They all seemed like the perfect happy family. It seemed this way because they were a family of actors. Each one within the family played their role perfectly; that is, until it all went sour.

Elliott and Mia were in a perfectly loving relationship; to some it was sickening how in love they were. They seemed deeply connected on every level; including the important emotional and physical levels.

Once both their kids were born, however, their physical relationship started to falter.

When Declan was about 4, mummy and daddy stopped being intimate. It was a gradual thing; nobody was to blame, the passion between the two had just slowly fizzled out. This was the root of their future problems.

It was around the time the kids reached the ages of 14 and 13 that Elliott noticed Mia was spending a lot of time away from the family.

She had recently received a promotion at work and was apparently now required to travel around the world. With Mia gone for weeks and sometimes months at a time, Elliott was through trying to rekindle the flame of their romance.

Elliott soon began to notice other women again, and in particular he paid close attention to the beautiful young lady his daughter Alice was becoming. He also found himself appreciating the fact that Declan was spending a lot of time sculpting his own body through rigorous exercise regimes and careful dieting.

There was no doubt about the fact that he and Mia had created some very attractive children; it was just sad for Elliott that Mia couldn’t be around to appreciate this.

When the kids where 16 and 17 they had both taken on the powerful genetic libido; both Elliott and Mia had grown up as extremely sexual beings and thus it made for the perfect catalyst for their passionate lovemaking when they were younger.

Alas, this was no more and it seemed the new generation were taking note of how sexuality played a part in life.

This, along with subconsciously struggling with their mother not being around much, caused problems for the kids at school and infact both had been detained, or even sent home due to “acting out” in class.

Elliott was struggling; he hadn’t had sex in years, and as the only important woman in his life, he was finding himself increasingly attracted to Alice. He wasn’t alone; Declan had been missing his mother and was lacking in a female role model, so he was paying all his attention to his sister too.

Their attentiveness did not go un-noticed, however, as Alice, at 16 was quite enjoying living in a house with two rather attractive men.

Meanwhile, Mia was off sunning herself in such locations as Barbados and Hawaii, whenever she wasn’t working; she passed these vacations off as urgent work that she had been called to attend to. While Elliott didn’t seem to think there was anything he could do about it, he knew Mia was cheating on him with anything that moved.

The woman was topping up her own salary with Elliott’s income (thanks to their joint bank account) and was paying for flights to sunny climates, where she would stay in high class hotels and screw bartenders and anyone else who checked her out. Meanwhile, Elliott was left to raise their two kids on his own, in the suburbs of Leicester, England.

Eventually, guilt caught up with Mia and she felt the only way to make it up to the family was to take them with her on her next trip. Declan and Alice were excited as they hadn’t been on a family holiday in years and now at 18 and 19, they were hornier than ever and were looking for that holiday romance we all lust after at young ages.

Mia was certainly keeping up her appearance, and when Elliott told her so; giving love one more try, she apologised for not being around much recently and promised to make it up to him. Elliott, perhaps, naïvely thought this trip might reconcile their marriage and put all things right; maybe he’d even get some action for once!

As it turned out, Mia hadn’t changed her ways at all, and in fact slipped up when she “stayed in bed late” one morning and promised to meet the family by the pool for lunch; the only problem for her was that lunch passed quicker than she expected and Elliot, along with the kids came to their suite, looking for her, only to find her with a mouthful of a bellhop’s cock.

All of Alice and Declan’s fears were bubbling over the surface; they had been pretending everything was ok for so long they couldn’t hold on any longer.

Alice güvenilir bahis confronted her mother and after a good shout, she stormed out of the room.

Declan stayed quiet, seething, but as the bellhop zipped up his trousers, he took a knee to the man’s groin and punched him square in the jaw, then followed his sister.

Elliott was about to lose it, but Mia, after fixing herself up, simply looked at him and said

“Fine, divorce me…”

before flipping her hair and strutting out of the suite.

Later that night Elliott and the kids were back in the suite and had packed up to return home early, the next day. Alice was first to bed and her father came into her room to say goodnight.

“Dad?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Why did mum do that today?”

Elliott lowered his head and sat on the side of Alice’s bed.

“I don’t know honey; I think mum’s just fallen out of love with me. I guess she was trying to keep the family together for your sake, but wanted to make herself happy.”

“I think she was just really horny.”

Elliott laughed in shock.

“Alice!”

“What? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about! I’m 18 now… I think it would be stupid to ignore how horny our entire family gets!”

“Alice! If only the situation between me and your mum were that simple… Don’t you think your dad can please your mum?”

“I don’t know. I think you’d be great in bed… I don’t understand what mum’s problem is.”

“That’s sweet, Alice, but-“

Declan appeared at the door frame.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve seen your thing, dad, and it’s not exactly average!”

“Dec… ha, thanks son. I’m afraid size doesn’t seem to matter with your mum… Anyway; I think it’s time to-“

“Maybe you’re too much for her to handle? What do you think, Ally?”

Declan interrupted as he walked into the room and sat behind his dad at the foot of Alice’s bed, leaning onto his right arm as he sprawled out across the bed.

“I think dad’s all the man anyone could want. I certainly wouldn’t mind getting me some of that!”

Alice responded in a husky voice. Elliott noticed his daughter’s hands were moving under her duvet covers; he could only guess what she was doing. He wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Ally! Are you getting yourself off to the thought of dad?”

Declan shouted, stifling a laugh.

“Alright! Alright, I admit it… Dad, I kind of find you a little bit way hot. Ok, Dec? Happy now?”

“Ecstatic! Now let’s see?”

“What? No!”

She responded to her brother’s enquiry.

With that, a noise could be heard from the next suite. Someone was having sex – loudly!

“Is…is that your mother?”

Elliott enquired.

The noises were getting louder. It appeared Mia booked herself into the next suite in the hotel and continued her conquest of the bellhop from earlier. Meanwhile, Alice closed her eyes and continued to rub herself.

“That’s it!”

Elliott shouted before tugging Alice’s covers away. He revealed his daughter in a silk nightie which was pulled up over her waist as she had her right hand over her 18 year old pussy.

“Oh dear! Sister! How disgraceful!”

Declan shouted with humour in his tone.

“Oh Dec, shut up. The cat’s out of the bag now, you might aswell strip.”

Alice replied.

“Woah woah woah… what?!”

Elliott shouted; urging the kids to pause for a moment. He quickly gathered that his two children had been sleeping together for some time.

“…You two?”

Angry that his kids were keeping a secret from him, he grabbed Alice by her arm, pulling it away from her snatch and yanked her out of bed, pushing her up against the wall.

“Daddy!”

She yelled out in slight pain from the force with which he pulled her.

Elliott came face to face with his daughter, seething.

He looked her up and down and soaked in the vision of the goddess he had created:

Alice had gorgeous blonde-brunette hair which flowed halfway down her back in waves.

Her 36B breasts were perky and inviting, particularly when hardened nipples hid behind a silk nightie.

Her breasts weren’t the only thing her nightie was hiding; a cute 24 inch waist which lead down to a very wet, waxed camel toe shape.

Against the wall was a firm pair of buttocks, which, upon release from the wall would bounce ever so slightly.

Her 5 foot 2 frame supported average, yet slender arms and legs which lead to sparkly pink painted finger and toenails, along with size 5 feet.

After a moment of hesitation, all emotion previously occupying Elliott’s brain was replaced by pure lust. Forcing Alice türkçe bahis against the wall, Elliott began to kiss his daughter’s full, pouty lips. It didn’t take long for Alice to return the favour.

Father and daughter began to passionately make out against the wall as Elliott fumbled with his left hand to undo his belt and jeans. A moment or two later and Elliott’s 44 year old penis was out on the town once again, engorged and ready for action.

His 7 inch dick slowly and carefully placed itself at the soft, somewhat enclosed entrance to his daughter’s vagina before suddenly, without warning, it jolted inside.

Elliott couldn’t take much more and he rammed himself inside his daughter’s cunt. She welcomed him, lovingly yet screamed as he entered with such force.

Alice wrapped he legs around her father’s waist as he began to pound her mound while their tongues wrestled for saliva.

Groans and moans were coming from against the wall, while at the foot of the bed, Declan decided to get naked and after stripping, he slowly crawled up behind his father and protruded his tongue towards the sphincter of his ass.

Elliott felt a surge of electricity as he realised his son was licking out his ass; this spurred him on as his left hand lifted Alice up by her curvaceous right buttock and his right hand pushed against her neck, supporting her against the wall.

Alice began to wail in ecstasy as she enjoyed every second her father’s cock was inside her. Just as she was losing herself in the moment, she noticed the screams from her mother’s suite were getting louder. Alice was now in competition with her own mother.

She reached down with her left hand and pulled at her father’s butt cheek, opening him up a little for her brother.

Elliott moved his right hand down from her neck, over her breasts, across her navel and around her waist to her left buttock and lifted his daughter from against the wall. He then walked over to the bed and the two collapsed onto it.

As his father was bending over his sister, ploughing away at her, Declan decided his needs had to be attended to.

He spat on his dick as he rubbed it to an erection, then spat at his father’s anus before rubbing the saliva into his sphincter with the tip of his cock before slowly but surely, pushing the head into his father’s hole.

A loud grunt could be heard coming from the men as Alice opened her eyes to see her brother behind their father, beginning to shove his own length inside another family member.

Elliott was now enjoying feelings he never thought possible; the highest of highs as his two children were enjoying making love with him. He moved his hands to Alice’s boobs and began to play with them and tweak her nipples.

Declan’s balls were slapping against his father’s scrotum, which lead to testicles; the ones that spawned him and it gave him an unprecedented feeling of pleasure as his rod dove inside the darkness of his father’s ass.

He used his hands to spread his father’s cheeks wider, and pushed them up towards his lower back, helping his father’s dick to delve deeper into his sister’s pussy.

Alice was about to go over the edge and she moved her left hand up to her father’s face as she gently pushed him away by his chin.

Her right hand moved towards her clitoris and she began to rub as her father dropped to his knees at the side of the bed.She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, with her mound just inches away from her father’s face.

He leaned in as she rubbed and he began to lick her cunt lips inside and out and lapped up the juices flowing out of it, when suddenly she screeched louder than anyone in the room had heard someone scream before – drowning out the sounds of her own mother’s orgasm in the next room.

Alice leaned back and rubbed her pussy up and down, pulling at her clit in between two of her fingers as she began to spray her love juice all over her father’s face and over his shoulder, towards her brother.

Her squirt kept on coming and Elliott swallowed all that he could as he was blinded by the sweetness landing in his eyes. It dripped off his face as her orgasm died down and she patted her mound, coaxing more nerve reactions as the shakes which overtook her body slowly subsided.

After a few moments, the three of them stood up and Elliott began to make out with his daughter once more, sharing some of the savoured juices still in his mouth with Alice, then she shared this with her brother, whom began kissing her from behind their father.

Declan then took hold of his father’s penis, and began to masturbate it and Alice rubbed her juices all over her body, spreading it up from güvenilir bahis siteleri her vagina, and down from her mouth.

Declan began to pound into his father’s ass faster and harder than before, spurred on by his sister’s over the top orgasmic display, when all of a sudden, he became weak at the knees and pushed his father over, back onto the bed, on top of Alice once again.

Declan then shot load after load of hot, steamy man cream into his dad’s butt hole. Eventually, he began to massage his father’s back and regained his composure, letting his dick return to a flaccid state inside his dad’s ass.

Elliott, having been gnawing at his daughter’s nipples, slowly rolled onto his back, freeing his daughter from under him and Alice joined her brother at the side of the bed.

She lowered her head to his soft cock and slowly licked every one of the slowly receding 6 inches of it, taking up any and all sperm that had spread itself over the fuck stick during the final moments of intercourse.

Alice cleaned her brother’s penis of all excess cum, and then Elliott pushed his ass over the edge of the bed, allowing his kids to get underneath his legs and both Declan and Alice then commenced licking their dad’s ass hole in search for more of Declan’s cum.

Their tongues wrestled each other for entry into his hole and each fished out some of the white stuff. When they were done they kissed each other under their father and began to play with each other’s genitals.

Shortly thereafter, Elliott called his kids to their knees and stood up; wanking his own hot rod. His hand turned into a blur as the back and forth motion it was making on his penis became too fast for the eye to see.

It wasn’t long after he saw his daughter lick her hungry lips before he blew his load and began to shower Declan and Alice’s faces with the fatherly love squirt that once created them.

His cum was flying everywhere; some was landing in their mouths, some up their noses, some on their eyes, some on their chests but they were both enjoying every second of it.

When his orgasm subsided, Elliott brought Alice up from her knees and began to lick his own love juice off her face and once cleared he spat it into her mouth and licked her lips.

He did the same with his son, Declan and then brother and sister made out once more, in front of their father, joining each other’s load of mouth cum together and swirling it around with each other’s tongues.

They each eventually swallowed the cum and dropped to their knees once again, to finish off their father’s dick.

They cleaned him up and each kissed their way up his body until the three of them were standing, kissing each other, all with the taste of each other’s orgasm in their mouths.

As they finished up they all heard a noise at the door way of Alice’s room; It was Mia.

“Oh my god, you guys I’m so sorry, I’ve been so-“

“Save it, Mia.”

Elliott interrupted.

“I think you’ll find that after this afternoon’s little escapade, we’ve grown extremely close as a family and we no longer require your lack of mothering skills to progress as a family unit.”

“But I just wanted to-“

“Mum…”

Declan cut in.

“That’s enough. You and dad need to go your separate ways now. It’s obvious what you’ve been doing this whole time behind our family’s back and we don’t need it.”

“We don’t keep secrets anymore.”

Alice added.

“You kept a big secret from us all for a long time, and now you’ve separated yourself from us. There is no way back for you mum. We’ll always love you, but we can’t let you be a part of this family anymore.”

Elliott then continued:

“It’s too late, Mia. We’re going home tomorrow, to start a new life as the closest family you could imagine. You can expect divorce papers when you get back; and all your crap will be in boxes in the garden.”

Elliott and his two kids then pushed past Mia as they left Alice’s room and headed to the bathroom of their suite for a communal shower. Mia just stood there speechless.

It has since come out into the public domain that Mia was cheating on Elliott while away and has been ex-communicated from their group of friends and all family.

The kids explained their mum’s actions as the reason behind certain behavioural issues they had at school and since they “patched things up” with their father, their behaviour has never been better.

Elliott is now on the look-out for a suitable step mother for his children; but has been having a hard time explaining the intimate relationship he has with his children. He is, none the less, now a happy man.

The Birch family have retired from their act of happiness and replaced those roles with real life emotions. Mia has since lost her job and can no longer afford her five star holidays; perhaps she’ll learn not to take things for granted in the future.

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The hot water felt good on Maddie’s body as she took her time lathering herself….. cleaning every inch of her body…. all of a sudden an uncontrollable urge came over Maddie as she was lathering her breasts and nipples……soaping her pussy .

She allowed a finger to tease her clit a little….. soon she slipped a finger slowly inside herself….. then two…. “Ooooooh,” she moaned aloud… the steam made her light headed as she stroked her clit with one hand and squeezed her breast with the other…….. “Mmmmmm,” she was so hot….so horny…

She thought of Sam and planned to meet him again. She shaved her legs, under her arms, and her pussy making sure it was completely bald and she applied a lightly scented lotion all over.

Out of the shower, Maddie chose her outfit for the night. She picked out her smallest black thong and a little black strapless dress that clung to her curves, it was one of Will’s favourites but she hoped that Sam would like it just as much. Maddie got dressed carefully making sure the outfit was perfect. She picked out a pair of heels to complete the outfit which made her butt and legs look fantastic.

Her cell phone rang, “Hey Maddie,” it was Beth, she told Maddie that their boyfriends were both downstairs at the bar and she suggested that Maddie come over to her room so they could help each other get ready and drink some wine. Maddie quickly agreed and grabbing her makeup bag she headed out to Beth’s room. But first she sent Sam a text with the name of the club they were panning to visit.

“Wow, I love your dress,” Beth said as she opened the door for Maddie. Soon the two girls were happily chatting away, music blaring from Beth’s ipod. Beth poured them each a large glass of wine and Maddie sipped away at the drink as Beth helped her get her hair looking perfect. When she had finished, Maddie swapped paces to stand behind Beth and help her style her blonde hair.

“So are you all dressed up like that for Will?” Beth asked causally

“Err … of course,” Maddie replied a little off guard.

“Or are you going to flirt with other guys again tonight?” Beth pressed her

“It was one dance,” Maddie lied.

“At least two,” Beth corrected her.

“I’m on vacation!” Maddie justified. “I’m just having fun you should lighten up, Beth!”

“But Will…”

“Will doesn’t mind so why do you!” snapped Maddie.

Beth was unconvinced but decided to drop it for now not wanting to fall out with her friend on their vacation.

By the time they had finished getting ready the bottle of wine was finished and Maddie was starting to feel drunk. The two friends headed down to the hotel bar to meet the boys.

“Why do you women take so long to get ready?” Richard complained, light heartedly, when the girls joined him and Will at the bar.

“We look good, don’t we?” Beth demanded and the two girls struck a sexy pose.

Will stood up and moved to embrace Maddie. “Wow, you look great!” He kissed her. “I love that dress” he told her.

“I know,” she whispered back, kissing his ear. “I wore it for you,” she lied. “I feel hot dressing up for you” she told him but really she was feeling hot for Sam.

They all had another drink at the bar then headed out.

The club was, if possible, even more full than the Coco Bongo the night before. Maddie swayed her hips in time to the heavy beat as they made their way in and over towards the bar. Maddie was feeling very drunk already as they had been to several bars between the hotel and the club but she had Will go and get her another drink while she scanned the club looking for Sam.

Sam stood talking to his buddies, they had picked a spot that gave them a clear view of most of the club, the dance floor and the bar area. This allowed them to check out the people in the club so they could quickly pick out girls to approach.

“So Sam,” his buddy Greg asked him, raising his voice to be heard over the music, “Tell me more about this Maddie chick? Is she hot”

“Yeah she’s hot,” Sam told him. “Great body, real big tits and a nice butt and you should have seen the dress she wore in the club! That’s what made me first notice her. It tied at the front and only just covered her breasts. It looked so hot!

“And she was dancing with her friend. It looked like her boyfriend had stayed at the bar, not wanting to dance, so I made my move! He was an idiot to let her out of his sight dressed like that!”

Sam had wasted no time in telling his buddies about his exploits with Maddie last night, both in the club and back at his room. But Greg was eager for more details

“So are you gonna meet her again tonight?”

“Dunno,” Sam replied lazily. His eye fell on a tall leggy blonde dancing nearby in a sheer white sundress. “Maybe I’ll find a new bitch to fuck tonight! Yeah,” he said, “I’m gonna pick out the hottest chick in here and take her back with me and bang her!”

And Sam continued scanning the club.

“What about her? ” asked Greg “That girl by the bar in the black dress? güvenilir bahis She’s smoking hot!”

Sam looked over where his buddy was pointing and then he saw her. It was Maddie. She looking over in their direction. He had to admit she looked really hot, dressed in a tight, strapless black dress and, he remembered, she had been a great fuck. Sam was still undecided when he saw her boyfriend return from the bar and hand Maddie a drink. He remembered the fun at the beach flirting with Maddie in front of Will and teasing him. He made up his mind.

“I’d love to fuck her!” Greg went on, still not knowing who the girl was.

“That’s Maddie,” Sam told him. “And,” he continued, a sly smile spreading over his face, “That’s her boyfriend stood next to her.”

Sam regaled Greg with the story of flirting with Maddie right in front of Will on the beach and feeling her up while her boyfriend was swimming.

“As soon as her boyfriend went into the sea, I had my hands all over those big tits of hers” Sam told his friend boastfully. “The slut started getting really hot and grabbing at my dick right there with her boyfriend in the sea so I took her off behind some sand dunes and had her go down on me.

“She’s a good cocksucker, Sam continued, “Really knows how to use her mouth and it made her so hot she was finger-fucking herself the whole time. And by the end she was begging me to fuck her right there!”

Greg was listening raptly and kept looking over at Maddie as Sam told the lewd story picturing the scene in his mind.

“But I told her maybe later,” laughed Sam, “And I sent her back to her stupid boyfriend!”

Greg laughed, “What a loser! Hey d’you think he kissed her, like straight afterwards?”

The two friends laughed evilly at the thought.

“Screw him, anyway,” Sam said. “If he can’t keep a hot piece of ass like that happy he don’t deserve her!”

“Amen to that,” agreed Greg.

“She’s a great fuck too,” Sam continued. “Last night she was trying to fuck me right out in the open in club Coco Bongo! I dragged her off to the toilets and fucked her in there.”

“Nice,” said Greg, giving him a high-five.

“Then she texted me like an hour later to meet up again so I took her back to the hotel for a proper fuck. She couldn’t get enough of me. I reckon her boyfriend must be a really bad fuck, probably got a little needle dick that can’t satisfy her.”

“Did she stay over?” Greg asked.

“No! I sent her away once I’d come. She’s just a hot fuck I don’t need her hanging around afterwards,” Sam told him.

“So you gonna go talk to her?” asked Greg.

“Yeah. Watch me go take this chick away from her man!” Sam boasted.

Maddie felt her pussy twitch as she spotted Sam at the other side of the club. He was stood talking with his friends, had he spotted her, she wondered. She decided she should not be too obvious and turned around to carry on talking with her friend so she did not see Sam walk over to them

“Hello again,” he started as though it were a chance meeting. “Would you like to dance with me some more?” he asked. “You don’t mind do you?” Sam addressed this last question to Will almost as an afterthought.

“Okay,” Maddie agreed quickly, not giving Will a chance to object sand allowed Sam to pull her by the hand onto the dance floor.

He led Maddie over to join his friends.

“See,” he told Greg triumphantly, I told you I’d have her away from her boyfriend!”

Greg was impressed as he hadn’t been sure how much his friend had been exaggerating and, up close, he could see he had been right in his assessment of Maddie. She was hot! His eyes fell appreciatively on the generous cleavage that her skimpy dress displayed.

“This is Maddie,” he told his friends, “The girl I told you all about. I’ve just ‘borrowed’ her from her boyfriend. Hope he doesn’t mind!” Sam joked, winking openly at Greg as he said this, leaving Maddie in no doubt as to what he had told his buddy. She blushed a little then Sam kissed her on the lips as Sam’s friends all laughed at his joke.

Breaking the kiss Sam joined in the laughter and after a slight pause Maddie joined in herself even though she felt a bit bad for making fun of Will.

He did not bother to tell Maddie his friends names and instead just took hold of her head giving her another longer kiss.

Sam decided to give his buddies a thrill and his hands moved to Maddie’s tits squeezing them. Maddie moaned in lust and Sam slipped his fingers into the top of her dress.

Maddie froze as he felt Sam pulling her breasts out of her dress she struggled to pull her dress up but Sam’s hands were in the way playing with her tits. Then his hand moved between her legs to her hot pussy and overcome with lust she stopped struggling and gave in.

Greg and the other guys leered as her tits were on display, enjoying the show.

After what seemed like forever to Maddie, Sam straightened her dress and then, winking at his friends, he led Maddie onto the dance floor. Sam wasted no türkçe bahis time, pulling her close he ran his hands lustily up and down Maddie’s body feeling her up through her tight dress. Maddie pushed her body back against him, grinding into his crotch in heat. She did not know if Will and the others could see her across the crowded dance floor, she did not care. She knew she should feel bad for ditching Will again but she was drunk and horny and Sam got her so hot that she found it hard to think about anything over than his cock. She ran her hands through Sam’s hair and kissed him passionately sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Back at the bar, Will was straining his neck, struggling to see what Maddie was doing through the crowded dance floor. He refused to go over since he didn’t want to let on how bothered he was but he couldn’t believe Maddie left him again to go dance with that Sam guy! He seethed with jealousy imagining what this strange man could be doing to his sexy girlfriend.

‘Fuck it,’ he decided, storming onto the dance floor. Then he saw his girlfriend and couldn’t believe his eyes.

Maddie was wrapped around that other guy, Sam or whatever the hell he was called and she was dry humping him right in the middle of the dance floor as they danced dirtily. Sam decided he had seen enough and turned away storming right out of the club.

As Maddie continued to gyrate hungrily against him, Sam marvelled at how slutty she was being ‘I don’t have to spend time getting her ready,’ he realised gleefully, ‘This horny bitch is ready to go!’ And he decided to get her back to his hotel room right away.

Placing a hand possessively on her ass, he directed Maddie over to his friends again.

“Sorry guys but I go gotta take care of some business,” he told them, giving Maddie’s ass a firm slap through the dress as he said it.

Maddie squealed and giggled but did not protest at this treatment.

“See you later,” Greg told his friend but the whole time his eyes were on Maddie.

Sam steered Maddie through the crowd to the exit; he was keen to get the randy girl back to his room and have her satisfy his aching cock. Maddie let him lead her, not even looking round to see if Will was watching and certainly not bothering to say goodbye. All she could think of was getting fucked again by Sam.

Outside, Sam hailed a cab to get them back to the hotel as quickly as possible. As soon as the cab doors were closed, they were making out in the back seat.

The driver adjusted the rear view mirror and Maddie could tell he was angling it for a better view of her, she moaned into Sam’s mouth the knowledge that they were being watched making her hotter than ever. Sam had one hand between her legs under her short dress teasing her wet pussy through her skimpy thong. Maddie’s hips thrust back urging Sam’s hand to touch her properly push his skilled fingers inside her..

The cab swerved and another car beeped.

“Hey, eyes on the road,” Sam told the driver.

“You must be really making him hot,” teased Sam, whispering in Maddie’s ear as his thumb grazed her clit. “He can hardly keep his eyes on the road.” Maddie gasped in pleasure at his words as much as his touch and she naughtily spread her legs hoping to give the driver an even better view.

The cab drew up at Sam’s hotel and Maddie fumbled in her purse throwing money at the driver, “Keep the change,” she urged impatiently as the driver began slowly rummaging in a box of money. She dragged Sam out pulling him toward the hotel doors, desperate to get up to his room where she could finally get his cock.

Back in the hotel room, Sam practically ripped Maddie’s dress off then threw her on the bed

“Take off your thong,” he told her. “Then turn round and bend over.” Sam demanded.

Maddie did as he asked, horribly turned on by the forceful tone of his voice. She leant over on all fours, her legs spread wide and her pussy gaping open, waiting for his cock to enter her. She didn’t have to wait long. Slowly he pushed himself into her, one delicious inch at a time, prolonging the exquisite sensation.

It felt sublime and she heard herself whispering, “Yes… fuck me Sam!”

He obliged. Once fully inside her, he paused for a moment to grab her long brown hair with one hand and her hip with the other. Her head was pulled back hard and he withdrew his beautiful cock almost to the tip, before thrusting back into her hard. Maddie cried out at the immense pleasure and Sam began to fuck her relentlessly, taking his pleasure roughly.

He gripped her hips, slamming into her, then withdrawing before slamming his full length in again. Maddie whimpered in pleasure at the rough treatment, really turned on at the way Sam was just using her. Although he was seemingly taking no interest in her, only pleasure and just roughly fucking her, paradoxically, Maddie was having the best sex of her life.

“Oh fuck…that feels so good…” She groaned helplessly as his balls slapped against her ass. He let go of her hair and reached forward güvenilir bahis siteleri to rub her clit; the hard button slick with her juices. The combination of his fingers and hard cock caused her to explode once more, her pussy contracting around him in waves of pleasure.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever and, exhausted, she slumped forward onto the bed as Sam banged into her with increasing speed and force. At last he gave one almighty yell and came hard too; pumping hot semen into her gently pulsating cunt as she lay spent, the sweat trickling down her back in the hot room.

When Maddie got back to her hotel room it was almost light. Will heard the door open and opened his eyes, he seemed to come awake almost instantly. He stared at Maddie and his eyes flashed with anger.

“Where have you been?” he demanded. Not giving Maddie a chance to answer he pressed on, “Fucking that guy were you, you little slut?” he accused.

Maddie stammered an excuse about being with Beth.

“Don’t lie to me!” Will shouted. “I saw you all over him on the dance floor!”

“That was just dancing,” Maddie tried. “Please Will, there was nothing more.”

“I don’t believe you, you lying slut!”

They argued back and forth, Maddie still trying to deny cheating on Will. But at last Maddie lost her temper as well.

“Yeah so what if I was fucking him?” Maddie snapped back. There and then she decided she’d had enough of Will.

“At least Sam knows how to satisfy me,” she told him bluntly. “He’s so much bigger and better than you! I could never be satisfied by your little cock again after his!”

Will’s face drained white, he looked furious. Then he really shouted at Maddie, “Fuck off back to him then! Go on get out,” he ordered.

“Fine,” Maddie shouted back, “We are so over! I want to be with Sam not you. He knows how to please a woman,” she mocked, and with that she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

Maddie raced back the short distance to Sam’s hotel as fast as her legs would carry her. She was out of breath when she arrived and she stood panting with exertion as she waited for the elevator. In the elevator, she composed herself straightening her hair in the mirror and catching her breath.

She knocked lightly on Sam’s door until he opened it, naked save for a pair of boxer shorts. He looked sleepy and his hair was tousled. He looked puzzled to see Maddie back again surely she didn’t want more already?

“I’ve left Will,” Maddie announced. “We had a big fight and I told him I’d rather be with you, can I please stay with you?” The words tumbled out in a rush and it seemed to take Sam a moment to take them in.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said. “We only just met, we were really just having fun and well, to be honest, I’m not planning on being ‘exclusive’ this holiday.”

“Please Sam,” Maddie begged.

“If you want to come in I want something first,” Sam told her.

“What is it?” asked Maddie.

“Get on your knees and suck me off,” demanded Sam. “Then I’ll let you in”

“Please, Sam, not out here,” Maddie pleaded. “What if someone sees us?”

“It’s five o’clock in the morning, Maddie! Everyone’s asleep,” Sam reassured her and he boldly pulled his cock out of his boxers.

Maddie decided not to argue any more and, besides, the sight of Sam’s cock made her horny once more. She dropped to her knees on the cheap hotel carpet.

“Take your tits out of the dress as well,” demanded Sam.

Obediently Maddie slipped her dress down to reveal her big tits and Sam eagerly grabbed one in each hand as Maddie reached up for his big cock.

She rubbed it in her hands then licked slowly up and down his shaft, cupping his balls in her hand. Then she took the cockhead in her mouth and flicked her tongue over it lovingly.

Gradually she took more and more cock into her mouth using her tongue skilfully as she did so. She slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed her slit, sucking Sam’s cock was making her so horny. She hoped they would fuck again when Sam let her in the room.

When she had almost the whole shaft in her moth she started to move her head back up but Sam grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her to keep going.

Maddie struggled not to gag as Sam forced her all the way down on his cock until his pubic hair tickled her nose. He held her in place for a second.

“That’s it,” he told her. “That’s the way I like it”

Maddie kept sucking his dick and soon she could tell Sam was close she prepared to swallow but Sam had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“I want to come on your face,” he told her.

Maddie blushed she had never done that with Will but she was feeling so horny that she decided to try it with Sam. Smiling at him she took his cock in her hand she began to wank him carefully, pointing his cock at her face. Her other hand was still rubbing her pussy bringer her closer and closer to her own climax.

“Here it comes, get ready,” Sam grunted, then he let fly. A rope of cum shot from his dick and hit Maddie in the face. Then another shot hit her bare tits. At the same time, Maddie gasped and came herself, from her fingers and the thrill of taking a facial in a hotel corridor.

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The overriding theme of all my stories is exhibitionism and voyeurism. Please be aware though, that I will touch a lot of other bases as well, as this story runs its course. If you are offended by explicit, overt sex, sex between family members, bi or lesbian sex, then maybe it’s best you move on. Lastly, there are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each character declare his or her age in the dialogue. I have a number of chapters already written that I am currently revising, so you won’t have to wait too long for new installments. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it.

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I got down to the kitchen and Jan was already at the table eating breakfast. She still had her nightshirt on and Mom was also wearing a little nightie as she stood in front of the stove working. I walked up behind and hugged her. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin material of her garment.

“Oh Rick, I didn’t hear you come in. Have a seat, your breakfast will be ready in a minute.”

I took a seat across from Jan. “Good morning hon. Sleep well?”

“Mm yes, my pussy is still tingling from your tongue last night. I dreamt that I masturbated as I watched Mom and Dad having sex on a deserted beach. Dad was doing Mom like and animal with his big juicy cock. I woke up all wet again,” she laughed.

“Oh my heavens, what has this house come to?” Mom yelled as she dropped a pan on the stove. “Jan, that is the most inappropriate thing a child could say around her mother. I know things have changed a lot around here but that’s no reason to act like we live in the gutter.”

Jan moved over to Mom and wrapped her arms around her. Then she nestled her head on her shoulder and gave her a loving squeeze.

“I’m so sorry Mom, I was only teasing. What I said was in very bad taste and I apologize. I wasn’t trying to upset you and I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“Just let me say this before I head upstairs,” she continued. “I love you and Dad now more than ever. We’ve all become so much more open and close and I feel I can really be myself around you and tell you anything now. I’ll really try not to not joke around like that again, you have my word.”

Then she kissed Mom on the cheek and when Mom turned her head to look at her she kissed her again on the lips. She said her goodbyes and then gamboled to the stairs and ran all the way up.

“Don’t be too hard on her,” I said, “she doesn’t have a nasty bone in her body.”

“Says the son whose having sex with his mother, sister, adult neighbour and God knows who else,” she said. “This is all happening too quickly and you my boy are at the very center of all of it.”

“You’re right,” I said, “and I don’t know why that is. I love nudity and I love sex even more, if that’s possible. People just seem to get turned on around me and I can’t explain why but I hope it never changes. I don’t think I’m a bad person but are you beginning to think so Mom?”

“Oh dear God no baby,” she almost cried, “I could never think that about you.

It’s just that I’m so confused right now, especially after last night. First your dad does his little naked dance in the den and the next thing we’re all naked and watching TV. Then later when we went up to our room, Alan made love to me like an absolute savage. I can’t even remember that last time he did that to me. Frankly, I don’t care if you had something to do with that, I want him to stay that way now.

But I guess what’s got me really upset is how much I still want you to make love to me as well. Regardless of how much the sex with Alan has improved, I still want your tender wonderful ways to thrill me. But then, I also want your father to take me like a randy field hand every night too. Oh gosh, I guess I just want a lot more sex now.”

“Wow Mom, well you know you can count on me for my end.” I smiled like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh you little bugger,” she laughed, “I’m over-thinking the whole thing, I know. I guess I should let it go for now and enjoy the gifts we’ve all discovered.”

“I agree,” I said as I walked over and gave her a kiss. “Well I’m off to Magda’s. It’s my first day back at work today and off the treatments.”

“Oh really, that’s wonderful news but how come she never told me?”

“Well, at the risk of upsetting you all over again, she did come over to tell you yesterday. She stopped herself at the door, because she didn’t want to disturb our lovemaking on the kitchen table.”

“OH NO, PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE JOKING!” she yelled.

“No I’m afraid not Mom, she even stayed and watched us for a while. She got so hot watching us, we made love the whole afternoon to cool her down.”

“Oh I don’t know if I can deal with any more of this,” Mom whined, “every day it’s something new and even more unsettling.”

I hugged her from behind and slipped my hands under her nightie.

“Can I do something güvenilir bahis to calm YOU down before I leave then?” I asked, as I slid my hands down in between her legs. Her body became limp and relaxed as my fingers probed deeper into the folds of her nether region. I steered her to the table and eased her forward resting her torso on the tabletop.

“Oh Rick, I want you to but maybe this isn’t such a good idea right now,” she whimpered.

I lifted her nightie then knelt down and spread her ass cheeks. I tried out some of my new tricks on her and she loved the attention as she squirmed and swayed a little. Mom’s sighs and moans sounded like pure relaxed pleasure as she basked in the sensations.

I sat on the floor with my legs outstretched as she spread her feet to let me in between. I loved this new position. It provided a whole new level of access to her wonderful pussy. This was something new for both of us. I made the most of exploring every way I could think of to increase her pleasure. Mom wriggled and twisted as tasted her.

I began to masturbate as I licked Mom’s love box and slurped up all her juices. Then I noticed Mom didn’t taste the same this morning, not a bad taste, just different. As I dug my tongue in deeper for a better taste it occurred to me, it was Dad. I was tasting Dad’s cum from last night. He didn’t taste like me either and I wondered how many different tastes there were.

Her hips were moving and swaying more as her orgasm drew near. She was making pleasant little contented sounds as she lay on the table with her arms now folded under her head. Just at that point, Jan came skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen. She stood still to take in the picture as Mom rolled her eyes in disbelief. Mom didn’t move through. Instead, she remained prone on the tabletop with a dreamy smirk on her face.

“Oh God that looks so fantastic Mom. Geeze I wish I could join you two but they’ll fire me if I’m late again.” She leaned in and kissed Mom on the forehead and then moved down to where I was still hard at work licking and slurping away. She grabbed hold my hair and pulled my head back away from Mom cunt and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on my lips.

“Mm, nice, save some for me later,” she giggled as she ran out the kitchen door.

“Where has my life gone to?” Mom whimpered. “I want my old boring life back.”

I stopped what I was doing and answered her. “Really and what about this?” I dove back into her crotch and attacked her clit.

“Oh God, I’ll turn back tomorrow. Just don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m almost there.”

Very shortly after, Mom had a lovely orgasm that seemed to make everything right again. She raised herself from the table and helped me up. I kissed her tenderly then whispered in her ear as I hugged her tightly.

“Things WILL never be the same again Mom but how was BEFORE so much better?”

“That’s right, confuse me some more,” she said. “I’ll see you later at lunch then.”

I washed my face then kissed her again before heading off to Magda’s. When I arrived next door, Magda’s driveway was empty. Down in the basement I formulated a plan, as I took my time to look around. This time, I wanted smarter approach. I had no intention of causing myself so much pain again.

I gathered up all the smaller empty boxes and I broke down the bigger heavier ones that I should never have attempted carrying. After a fair bit of effort I had amassed a manageable number of cartons that would be easy to bring to the garage. On one of my moving trips I heard banging at the front door and I went to investigate. I saw it was Mona and I opened the door to let her in.

“Oh Rick, thank god you’re here, where’s Magda?

“I have no idea,” I responded, “she was gone when I arrived.”

“She didn’t leave you a note or anything?”

“To tell you the truth I never looked, I just went down to the basement and got to work. I’ll go have a look.”

We went into Magda’s office and sure enough, there was a note addressed to me in the middle of her desk. I began to read it:

‘Rick, I’ll be away most of today on a call. I’m sorry I’ll be missing your first day back at work. Maybe we can celebrate together later and do a little something special. I think Mona might be dropping by later to work out, please let her in but only her. I’ll see you later this afternoon or maybe tomorrow. Love, Magda’

“Love Magda eh?” Mona said, “and just how do you ‘do a little something special’?”

Suddenly I realized Mona had been reading over my shoulder.

“I knew there was more to you two,” she laughed. “Now I’m thinking there’s a lot more to you than meet’s the eye as well.”

“Maybe but right now I need to get back to work. Magda obviously has a lot of trust in you if you’re the only one she will allow in here alone.” I turned away and headed back down to continue working.

All through the morning I could hear Mona moving around overhead as I sorted and arranged items in the basement. türkçe bahis Pretty soon it was noon and I cleaned up to head for home.

“I’ll see you after lunch,” I called out to Mona as I left through the back door.

When I got home, I looked around for Mom but she wasn’t there. I noticed a note on the counter and it said she had gone out on an errand for Dad. Apparently, he had called and asked her to bring him some important papers he had forgotten. My lunch was in the fridge and she would make it up to me tomorrow. She also thanked me for the wonderful morning.

I wolfed down my sandwich and headed back to Magda’s, a little frustrated. I had really been looking forward to trying out my new stuff on Mom. I entered and went to the therapy room to see Mona. She was still there and working on a trainer. She smiled as I approached.

“Back from lunch so soon?” she asked.

“Yup, nobody over there so I might as well get some more work done.” I walked back towards the basement stairs.

I quickly resumed my work sorting, breaking down and stacking when Mona came walking down the stairs naked.

“I felt something was missing and I realized we didn’t give each other our special peek this morning. Come on, off with ’em Rick!” She ordered.

She had greedy eyes as she watched me disrobe and then she approached me. “So tell me, how do you ‘do a little something special’ again?”

She traced the tip of my cock with her finger then ran it down the length of my shaft to my balls. She cradled one of my balls in her fingers and rubbed it delicately with her thumb as she looked into my eyes. My frustration from before quickly turned into lust as I reached to fondle one of her small firm breasts. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples now as I traced the lines of her lovely face.

“How old are you Rick?”

“Eighteen,” I answered, “and you?”

“Oh I’m twenty,” she answered. “Eighteen eh? You must really be something special to turn a woman like Magda into your sex slave.”

“Who said that?” I said. “And just how well do you really know her anyway.”

“Oh I think I know her pretty well, we’ve been partners in the sack for almost a year. We’re not lovers, as you two obviously are but trust me, we’re pretty close. That is until you came on to the scene of course.”

“So you’re jealous?”

“No, not at all, like I said we were just sex partners,” she explained. “We scratch each others’ itch when we needed it. We’re both damn good in the sack you know.”

“I’m a little confused,” I admitted, “so you two are lesbians?”

“No silly, we’re not lesbians. If anything, we’re bisexual. We have sex with both men and women.”

“I’ve only read about that,” I admitted, “but it sounds really cool though.”

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s like having the best of both worlds,” she replied.

“You know Rick, all this talk while I’m holding your nice hard cock; well, it’s getting me a little wet and horny. Would you mind showing me some of the things that put Magda under your spell?”

She moved over to an old desk and lay on top with her ass at the edge.

I pretended to twirl a mustache. “So you want me to eat your little pussy eh?”

“You bet I do,” she said, “I know just how much Magda loves it. You’ve got to be damn good to get her on your team fella.”

I approached and knelt between her legs as I held a thigh in each hand. I took a long close look at her pussy then came in close before I inhaled deeply and took my first taste. Mona stiffened as I did then she propped herself up on her elbows.

“I love to watch men eat me,” she confessed, “it’s an added turn on.”

“Well I have to tell you hon, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s so delicate and pretty I almost hate to mess it up but the lady wants a nice big ‘O’.”

I began by kissing my way up both inner thighs and then circling her pussy with kisses and licks until I ended up on her mound. Her legs and her body were in pure symmetry and her skin was flawless and smooth. I felt so privileged to be making love to such an incredible beauty. I massaged the walls of her vagina as I continued kissing and licking all around her mound.

She became more excited as she groaned and contracted her abdomen. I moved onto her clit hood and concentrated my efforts there. She began to give me stronger and stronger feedback, thrashing and begging me to keep going, so I started to do the hard massage that Magda had just taught me and increased the clit action at the same time.

Before long she reached for the back of my head and began to rock her hips and grind her pussy into my mouth. In another moment she came as she bucked on the desktop. I slowed things down and resumed the vaginal massage as she collected herself, panting and out of breath.

“Get up and stick that cock in me,” she commanded.

I wasn’t about to argue, since I really wanted to cum myself. I stood and entered her easily as I held a calf in each hand güvenilir bahis siteleri and I pounded her pussy. I only lasted ten or fifteen minutes before I was shooting a massive load into her that spilled back out as I pumped.

“God, I’m glad that wasn’t in my mouth,” she laughed. “You really cum a lot.”

“Well this is my first time today and I usually come at least four to six times.”

“Four to six times?” she laughed. “And do you always have help?”

“Yeah, pretty much these days,” I admitted.

“And how many women are you having sex with, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“No I don’t mind at all, four including you,” I answered.

“So THREE others. REGULARLY?”

“I’m afraid so,” I laughed, “almost every day. This really is the best summer of my life.”

“I guess it is,” she giggled. “But no guys though?”

“Shit no! I’m not into THAT!”

“Oh don’t be so sure,” she countered, “until you’ve at least flirted with it, your experience won’t be truly complete. I love doing both equally. Frankly, you seem like you’d be into anything, as long as it turned you on. You know, one day I’m sure you’ll suck on a big juicy cock and you’ll thank me, you’ll see.”

Maybe I was a little curious as she thought but I was still a long way from sucking a guy’s cock, in my mind. All during our conversation I kept up with her vaginal massage as she purred and lay back relaxed. I decided to go back in for seconds as I leaned in and began to kiss, lick and suck on her clitoral hood. Occasionally I probed a tiny bit deeper with my tongue and gave her some extra stimulation.

“Oh you little shit you, not done yet I see. Well if you don’t mind cleaning up your own cum, who am I to argue?”

I sucked and teased her clit for a long while then kissed all around her mound and down to suck her lips in my mouth. Finally, as I found my way back to her clit I inserted two fingers into her and softly rubbed her G-spot and waited for her response. It didn’t take long before her hips were hypnotically following the movement of my fingers.

I synchronized my rubbing with the pace I was sucking and pressing against her clit with my tongue. She was now responding to the slightest change in touch and I kept this up until I sensed she was getting very close. Very slowly, I increased the pressure and speed as long as she kept responding.

“Oh shit! What the fuck are you doing to me?” She called out. “What the hell has Magda been teaching you?”

“OH SHIT, I’M COMING! OH shit, shit, SHIT!

She reached forward, grabbing clumps of my hair with her fists as she pulled me into her, wildly heaving her hips up and down. This was really starting to hurt both my scalp and face and I was relieved when she finally came. She let out a shriek that was more air than sound as her whole body quaked. Finally, she let go of my head. I continued to calm her down, kissing and fondling her pretty privates as she purred contentedly.

“Oh boy,” Mona gasped as she lay on her back, “If you’re like this with all your women, no wonder you’re getting regular sex. Were you actually trying to do what you just did to me?”

“Yeah, for sure,” I answered. “I guess I got it right then?”

“OH yeah, you sure as hell did. Magda couldn’t have done it any better.”

“Well, I’d better get cleaned up and back to work,” I said.

“That’s OK with me,” Mona said, “I don’t think I could handle any more anyway. But I’m afraid your little harem has just increased to four from three my friend.”

“I’m happy to please,” I said as we climbed up the stairs and headed to the showers.

As the hot steamy water flowed over our bodies, I hugged her from behind as she laid her head back against my chest. Although we had just had sex minutes earlier, this felt so much more intimate and special to me. Up to this point, heavy flirtation was as far as we had gone. Now I could feel there was so much more. After we cleaned up I went back to continue working for the next few hours until I heard Magda arrive upstairs. I wiped off the sweat and went up to see her.

“How was your day?” I asked as I walked up and kissed her.

“Not the best,” she answered. “But it’s improving by the minute now,” she smiled at me.

“Oh hey Magda,” Mona chimed as she sauntered in smiling at the two of us. “You two make such a lovely couple,” she added. “I’m serious.”

“But we’re not a couple and for obvious reasons,” Magda said abruptly. “And that’s not likely to change either.”

“Well you are what you are and anyone with half a brain can see your good for each other. Even if your lover has a whole harem to maintain,” she laughed.

“And how the hell did you find that out?” Magda asked looking deep into my eyes.

With a confused half-smile I answered her. “I guess she found out when I learned about the two of you and the past year?”

Now Magda was becoming clearly upset. “Oh boy, now let me guess. And you both made these momentous discoveries, while your cock was planted right in her little pussy, RIGHT?”

“OK you’re right but please don’t be angry with us hon,” I said

“Don’t ‘hon’ me you little Casanova, first I share you with all the women in your household…”

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