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Bizim mahallede çok güzel bir kız vardı.20-21 yaşlarında falan.Ama o götü o bacakları varya offf süperdi.neyse konuya dönelim.Hergün mutlaka bizim evin önünden geçerdi.Yaz vaktiydi.bir gün dayanamadım ve ona tecavüz etmeye karar verdim.bizim okuldan arkadaşlarla konuştuk plan yaptık ve hazırlanmaya başladık.O gece işi bitiricektik. Bizim arkadaşın çıktığı kız onu yolda yürürken ıssız bir yere doğru yöneltti.Orada kimse onu ne görebilir ne duyabilirdi.Sonra onun kollarından tuttuğum gibi arabaya attım.O bana suriyeli escort ne olur yapma yalvarırım ,ben bakireyim diyordu.Bağırışları beni gittikçe alevlendiriyordu.Sonra eve varınca arkadaşların yardımıyla onu eve götürdük ve yatağa bağladık.Ben memelerine doğru yöneldim o kadar küçük o kadar yumuşaktılar ki,ne olur bana birşey yapmayın canımı acıtmayın diye yalvarıyordu.Sonra cebimden bir bıçak çıkardım ve boynuna dayadım sus yoksa seni öldürürüm dedim.Onun memelerini patlarcasına gaziantep escort sıktım,yaladım sonra arkadaşların birinden krem aldım.ve amına sürdüm .Ben soktukça o bağrıyordu .ama zevk aldığı her yerinden belli oluyordu.Sonra ellerini ve ayaklarını çözdüm bu ateşli bir sekse dönüştü Ama benim istediğim bu değildi.ben ona acı çektirmek istiyordum.sınıftan kızları ve evdeki oğlanları yanıma çağırdım.Oğlanlardan birine olanları kameraya çekmesini söyledim birine kızın ellerini tutmasını beni zorlandırmamasını gaziantep travesti istedim ,kızlardansa ona acı çektirmelerini istedim.Bizim kızlar seks düşkünüdürler ,kırbaşları kelepçeleri filan vardır ,onları getirmelerini istedim. Hepsi geldiler kızın hiçbirşeyden habei yoktu.ben sekse başladım.Onlar arkadan sinsice geliceklerdi.geldiler kızı ameliyet masasına yatırdılar kız neye uğradığını şaşırdı.imdaat diye bağırmaya başladı kızlara dedim işkenceye başlayın diye başladılar.Bir yarım saat kadar sürdü ardından ben kızı çözüp köpek pozisyonunda yatmasını istedim kızın heryeri çok acıyordu.Bizim erkeklerin her birine görev verdim hepimiz kızı becerdik.B u olanları kimseye anlatırsan elimizdeki cd yi annenlere veririz dedik ve onu artık her okulan gelişinde beceriyoruzGönderen: gizli aşık

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Selam ben istanbuldan emre. 1, 76 Boyunda, yeşil gözlü, kumral, 24 yaşındayım. Sitenizi uzun zamandır ziyaret ediyorum, sonunda bende başımdan geçen olayı sizinle paylaşmak istedim. Ben geçen sene 3 aylığına bir tanıdığın reklam ajansında çalıştım. Büromuz bir sitede 2. Kattadaydı. Benim durduğum oda sitelere ve orada bulunan çocuk parkına bakıyordu. Boş vakitlerimde orda çalışan diğer arkadaşlarla balkona çıkar çay ve sigara içip muhabbet ederdik. Yine birgün balkona çıktığım zaman parkta çocuğunu sallayan sonradan adının gül olduğunu öğrendiğim kişi dikkatimi çekti. Gül 28 yaşında uzun boylu esmer evli ve çok çekici bir bayandı. Bizim büronun karşında bulunan apartmanda oturuyordu. O her parka geldiğinde ben balkona çıkar arkadaşlara çaktımadan onu izlerdim. Bu arada onunda bana kaçamak bir şekilde baktığını gördüm. Arkadaşlarla yine balkona çıkmıştık. Muhabbet esnasında arkadaşlardan biri kendisinin çok çapkın olduğunu ve istediği kişiyi elde edeceğini söyledi. Bende bununlamı övünüdüğünü bende istesem aynı şeyi yapacağımı söyledim ve iddalaşmaya başladık. Bende o an parkta duran gül`ü göstererek arkadaşıma onu ayarlayabileceğimi söyledim. Karar alındı ve ben plan yapmaya başladım. Birgün gül`ün evden çıktığını gördüm ve hemen bende bürodan çıkıp peşine gaziantep masaj salonları gittim. Evden uzaklaşır uzaklaşmaz hemen yanına gidip onun bakışlarının dikkatimi çektiğini ve çok hoş olduğunu tanışmak istediğimi söyledim. Gül evli olduğunu söyleyerek hiç beklemediğim bir şekilde beni tersledi. Bende en azından telefon numarımı almasını ve telefonda konuşmak istediğimi söyledim ve çalıştığım yerin kartını verdim. Aradan iki gün geçmişti ama gül aramadı. Parktada görmüyordum artık. Arada bir kocasıyla beraber balkonda felan görüyordum. Artık hiç ümidim kalmamıştı. Yanlış yaptığımı düşünmeye başlamıştım. Büronun anahtarı bende olduğu için dabahları erken gelip büroyu ben açıyordum. Yine bir sabah büroyu açtım, kendime bir nescafe yapıp balkona çıktım. O an gül`ünde balkonda olduğunu gördüm beni görünce içeri gitti ve elinde bir kağıtla geldi. Kağıdı bana bakarak aşağıya attı ve almam için işaret etti. Ben dururmuyum hemen koşarak kağıdı almaya gittim. Kağıtta kendisinin orospu olmadığını babası tarafından zorla evlendirildiği için kocasını pek sevmediğini benim bakışlarımdan onunda etkilendiğini felan yazıyordu. Neyse artık sadete geleyim. Parmaklarını emmeye başladığımda…Büroda kimsenin olmadığı birgün balkona gaziantep travesti çıkarak gül`ü büroya davet ettim. Aradan 10 dk sonra gül geldi. Çok heyecanlıydı, konuşurken adeta sesi titriyordu çünkü ilk kez yabancı bir erkekle yanyana geliyodu. Hemen onu patronun odasına götürdüm ve içmek için birşeyler getirdim. Muhabbete başladık. Muhabbet esnasında ben onun elinden tuttum eli terlemişti. Ufak ufak parmaklarını öpmeye başladım. Ilkin itiraz etsede ben parmaklarını emmeye başladığımda kendini bırakmıştı. Yavaşça dudaklarını öpmeye başladım, artık oda karşılık vermeye başlamıştı ama hareketlerinden anladığım acemiliği beni iyice çıldırtmıştı. Öpüşürken elimi yavaşça bacaklarına götürdüm ve okşamaya başladım. Ben okşayarak amına doğru ilerledikçe o bacaklarını aralamaya başladı. Külodunun üzerinden amını okşamaya başladım. Amı aşırı derecede sulanmıştı ve külodundan belli oluyordu. İkimizde ayağa kalktık ve onun yavaşca soymaya başladım. Soydukça soyduğum yerleri öpüyordum. Tamamen soymustum. Önümde diz çökmesini ve sikimi dışarı çıkarıp yalamasını istedim. Acemi olduğu için dişleri sikimin başına deyiyordu bu beni tamamen çıldırtmıştı. Sonunda dayanamayıp ayağa kaldırdım ve masaya doğru domalttım. Arkasında diz çöküp arkadan rus escort amını yalamaya başladım. Amından akan suları dilimle götünün deliğine sürüp götünü dilimle sikiyordum. Ayağa kalkıp sikimi amının etrafında gezdirmeye başladım. Arada bir ucunu amına sokup çıkarıyordum. Bu onu iyice çıldırdıyor ve ne olursun sok diye yalvartıyordu. Sikimi yavaşça amına sokmaya başladım. Ben soktukça o inliyor daha tamamını sok diye yalvarıyordu. Sikim artık tamamen içindeydi. Dışarı çıkarıp yavaşça tekrar soktum amından iyice sular boşalmaya başlamıştı. Artık benimde dayanacak gücüm kalmamıştı, içindeki tempomu arttırmaya başladım. İçinde gidip gelirken bacaklarım kalçasına çarpıyor götünün yanakları sırtına doğru dalgalanıyordu. Boşalacağımı anladığım anda tekrar önümde diz çöktürüp ağzına verdim. Sanki acemiliği bir anda gitmiş sikimi profeyonel bir şekilde emiyordu. Daha fazla dayanamayıp ağzına boşalmaya başladım. Döllerimin bir damlasını bile ziyan etmeden hepsini yuttu. Ben aldığım zevkten ordaki koltuğa oturup kaldım ama onun duracağı yoktu tekrar yanıma gelip sikimi yalamaya başladı. Uzun bir yalamdan sonra sikim yeniden dimdik olmuştu. Ayağa kalkıp sikimin üzerine oturdu sikim amının içine girdikçe derin derin nefes alıp ohhhhhh diye inliyordu. Kucağımdaki hızı iyice artmıştı. Zıpladıkça şlap şalp diye çıkan ses büroda yankılanıyodu. Geliyorum dediğimde önümde diz çöküp ağzına boşalmamı sağladı. Sonra ikimizde giyindik o hemen evine gitti onu bir defada götünden siktim onunda bir sonraki hikayemde okuyacaksınız. Saygılarımla… İlgi alanına giren bayanların maillerini beklerim… :)Gönderen: Spokesman

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MeralAsl?nda bu tür ?eyleri yazmak ne kadar do?ru bilmiyorum ama yaz?lan pek çok hikayeyi okuduktan sonra yazmaya karar verdim.E?imle birbirimizi severek evlenmi?tik ve ilk ba?larda gayet sorunsuz bir evlili?imiz vard?.Taa ki ilk çocu?umuz do?uncaya kadar.?lk çocuklar beraber e?imde çal??t??? için çocu?un bak?m? problemi ortaya ç?km??t?.Bu sebeble e?imin 18 ya??ndaki ye?enini yan?m?za alm??t?k. 18 ya??nda olmas?na ra?men mükemmel bir fizi?i olan bu sar???n orta boylu mükemmel bir vücut yap?s?na sahip muhte?em bir ?eydi.Ba?lang?çta pek dikkate almam?? bir çok friki?ine gülüp geçmi?tim ama ne gülünecek nede hafife al?nacak bir ayartma ile kar?? kar??ya idim.Bu muhte?em varl?k art?k gecemi gündüzümü hayalimi dü?ümü süsler hale gelmi?ti.Günler bu ?ekilde birbirini kovalarken inan?n art?k kendimi i?ime veremiyor çe?itli bahaneler uydurarak erkenden i?te eve kaç?yor bu muhte?em varl???n her an?n? saniyesini görüntüsünü haf?zama kaydediyor k?z?n her friki?ine defalarca masturbasyon yap?yordum.Fakat bir f?rsat? bulamad???m gibi ç?kabilecek rezaletin yuvama mal olaca??n? bildi?imden do?rusu cesarette edemiyordum.?smi Meral`di. Günler böyle geçerken ailevi bir mesele için e?imin karde?i ile istanbula bir kaç günlü?üne gitmesi gerekiyordu.Çocu?umuz henüz 5-6 ayl?k oldu?undan so?uk k?? gününde hastalanabilece?inden korktu?umuz için çocu?u b?rakak gitmesine karar vermi?tik.Ye?eni çocu?a bakacakt? zaten o dönemde benim izin almamda imkans?z oldu?undan bende kalacakt?m.Çok ciddi bir ailevi mesele oldu?undan e?im pür tela? otobüse binerek istanbulun yolunu gaziantep masaj salonları tutmu?tu. Ak?am? nas?l etti?imi bana sorun.Yanl?? anla??m ve kullan?mlara f?rsat vermemek için zaten i?im gere?i içinde oldu?um ilaçlardan me?rubat?n tad?n? ve kokusu de?i?tirmeyen ismini vermek istemedi?im bir ilac? çok sevdi?i bir meyve suyuna enjekte ederek eve gelmi?tim.Yemek falan derken küçük çocu?u uyutmu?tu.Zaten Meral çay? sevmezdi.Bir çay demlemesini söylemi?tim.Yine o harika kalçalar? savura savura akl?m? ba??ndan hoplata hoplata odadan ç?kt?.So?uk k?? gecesinde zaten soban?n üstünde her zaman s?cak suyumuz bulundu?undan birazdan çay barda?? ve tepsiyle gelmi?ti.Po?ette meyve suyu oldu?unu söylemi?tim.Kay?s? nektar?n? çok severdi.Po?etten ç?kararak barda??na doldurup kar??mdaki kanepeye uzan?p bir yandan tv seyrederken bir yandan içmeye ba?lam??t?.Bende bu arada çay?m? kendim doldurup hem çay?m? hem sigaram? içerken asl?nda birazdan olacaklar?n ?imdiden hayalini kuruyordum. Etkisinin mükemmelli?inden emin oldu?um ilac?n etkisi birazdan kendini göstermeye ba?lam?? k?z?n göz kapaklar? a??rla?m?? esnemeye ba?lam??t?.Zaten Tv nin oldu?u odadaki kanepede yatt???ndan (normal zamanlarda oldu?u gibi uyuya kald???nda bazen ben bazan halas? üstünü örterdik bununda rahatl??? ile) uyumaya ba?lam??t? bile.Yatak odas?ndan getirdi?im yast??? ba??n?n alt?na koyarak üstünü örttüm.Uykusunun derinle?mesi gerekiyordu.Ve sbaha kadar zaman?mda çoktu.Bir müddet daha bekledikten sonra k?z?n üzerindeki battaniyeyi s?y?r?p alm??t?m.K?z külçe gaziantep travesti gibi gece k?yafetini giymeye f?rsat bulamad???ndan günlük etek ve önden fermuarl? e?ofman üstü ile uyuyordu.Yinede yava? hareketlerle önce fermuar?n? yava?ca indirmeye ba?lad?m.Beni zaten ç?ld?rtan k?z?n sütyen giyme al??kanl???n?n olmamas? idi.Biraz sonra o muhte?em memeler derin gö?üs dekolteli atletinin alt?ndan f??k?rm??lard?.Atletinide s?y?rm??t?m memelerini aç??a ç?karacak ?ekilde.Etekli?ini beline toplarken o yavru a??z? renkli külotunun tenine yap??m?? görüntüsü hala ç?ld?rt?yor beni.Yine yava? hareketlerle külotunuda s?y?rm??t?mki o harika am?n?n sap sar? k?llarla kapl? oldu?unu hayretle görmü?tüm.K?ll? ama bay?l?r?m öperken ok?arken severken yumak gibi kad?n?n k?l? beni çok tahrik eder niye ise.O meraya nas?l sald?rd???m? o k?llar? nas?l otlad???m? her k?l?n? ayr? ayr? öpüp ok?ad???m? bilmem nas?l anlatay?m.Beni ç?ld?rtan am gözlerimin önünde avucumun içinde idi.Parmaklar?mla ay?ra ay?ra o baklava dilimini dakikalarca emdim yalad?m öptüm.Dilim piston gibi içine girip girip ç?k?yordu.Ona sahip olmak için her ?eyimi verebilirdim ama bir anl?k zevkin faturas?n?da idrak edecek durumda oldu?umdan k?z? yata??n içerisinde am?n? eme eme yüz üstü yat?rm?? 2 yast??? üst üste koyarak karn?n?n alt?na yerle?tirmi? götünü havaya dikmi?tim.Bir zamanda böyle emmi?tim am?n? art?k yarra??m iyice zonklamaya akl?m?n beynimin yarra??m?n ucuna indi?ini anlamaya ba?lam??t?mki götünün yanaklar?n? ellerimle ay?rarak bana çok çektiren o göte dayam??t?m.Sanki yarra??m?n ucunda rus escort bir ate? parças? vard? ve ona dayam??t?.O s?cakl?k o duygu ile zapt edemedim içimden kopan seli ve k?z?n götünün deli?ine patlam??t?m.Spermin kayganl??? ile ucunu içine kayd?rd???mda rectum kaslar?n?n kas?l?p gev?emesi ile yeniden dolup bo?almam 1 dakikay? bile almam??t?.Öylesine arzuluyordum ki normalinde birle?meden bir kaç dakika sonra yeniden sertle?me ve ejekülasyon olurken inmiyordu yarra??m dolup dolup bo?al?yordum k?za.Çarpa çarpa tad?na vara sikemiyordum.2 kere üst üste içinde patlad?ktan sonra duygular?m normale dönmü? ama yarra??m hala inmemi?ti.K?z?n bacaklar?n? kanepeden a?a?? sark?tarak kanepenin enine k?z? yat?r?p götünü dikmi?tim havaya ama yarra??m? içinden ç?karmadan. Götünü kucaklayarak tekrar geçirdi?imde o harika memeler avucum içinde memelerini eze eze köküne kadar geçire geçire bir kez daha patlam??t?m k?z?n içinde.Yarra??m? ç?kard???m zaman ucunu götünün deli?ine sürttü?ümde göt deli?i kas?l?p kas?l?p gev?iyor adeta yarra??m?n ucuna öpücükler konduruyordu. O gece sabaha kadar en az 6-7 kere geçirdim.Am?n? nas?l sikmedi?ime hala hayret ediyorum bazen pi?man oluyorum ke?ke sikseydim diyorum bazanda iyiki sikmemi?im diyorum.K?z? uyand?rmadan am?n? götünü alkollü peçete ile silip temizledim ve külotunu etekli?ini giydirip üstünü örtmü?tüm.Ancak o kadar çok arzulama ile tüm eforumu harcam?? olmal?y?m ki biraz dinleneyim yeniden sikerim diye dü?ünürken uyuya kalm???m. Sabahleyin k?z hafta sonu olmas? sebebiyle geç kalkm??t?.Sandalyeye götünün üstüne oturam?yordu.Bir hafta oturamam??t? zaten.Daha çok an?lar?m oldu ama bir ba?ka sefere belki.Ben bekleyemem diyen özellikle bayan arkada?lar? msn de [email protected] açar?z kameralar? yüzümüzü göstermeyelim can?mm.Zaten bende göstermem.Çünkü biliyorumki yazacaklar?m iliklerini titretecek içlerini g?c?klayacak.Neyse selamlarGönderen: [email protected]

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People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I’ve had since I was a boy. However, during my years at art college I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s tales.

#

To introduce you to Anne-Marie I need to take you back to the Saturday evening of the infamous weekend that I was both crushed by my ex, and “educated” by my best friend, Sara.

Sara arranged/contrived this dinner party to unashamedly hook me up with a “nearly single” friend of hers, a fashion student called Anne-Marie. The idea had been to have four of us: me and Anne-Marie, Sara and her boyfriend (Rubbish-Alan) but he’d gone out with his rugby mates instead— much to Sara’s irritation. And my relief. He was not too pleased with me practising cunnilingus on his girlfriend.

At least Anne-Marie was a laugh. And exactly my type: Clearly defined and easy to read, even for an emotional dimwit. Her tumble of black hair said she didn’t care too much about her appearance, her dark, cleopatra eyes invited you in for a gossip. And she was, literally, all mouth. As if her constant, delightfully unfiltered chatter had, over the years, exercised her lips out of all proportion to her face.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, or my ears for that matter. And I had to sit with my hands wedged between my knees to keep everything else locked down.

But it was Sara that demanded our attention for most of the meal. I took Anne-Marie’s cue and let our mutual friend splurge it all out. She clearly had a lot to get off her chest about Rubbish Alan. I kept it to myself that it sounded a tad like post-rationalisation for the morning’s infidelity.

“And he never goes down!” Sara finally paused her rant to glug wine and knit a frown. Anne-Marie sighed, and Sara softened. She squeezed her friend’s hand. “Oh you poor thing I’m such a selfish cow, how are you coping?”

Anne-Marie shrugged and swirled her glass. “He’s just not that into me, I guess.” She tipped toward me, but didn’t meet my eye. “I just left my bastard boyfriend because he only wanted to fuck other girls. Not me. I was just for blowjobs, apparently.”

“He never went down either!” Sara barked. Then flushed. “Sorry. One track mind today.”

Anne-Marie drained her glass. “But what is it with guys and giving head? They always complain, and if they ever actually get down there then it’s for 2-minutes and then it’s like they’ve done you this huge favour and deserve, like, a month of blowjobs?”

The girls cackled. I squirmed. Anne-Marie didn’t help, explaining earnestly: “He says I’m too wet? Can you believe that? He says he can’t feel anything when he fucks me, and literally gags when I make him eat me. I can’t help it. I’m just a juicy girl!”

Their laughter blared. My smile ached.

“I think you’ve just met the wrong guys,” I said.

Sara smirked. “Yes, we know an oral ninja don’t we, BC?” She nudged my shoulder and winked bawdily. This was a surprise. We hadn’t discussed whether we should tell anyone about our unusual morning. She continued as if recommending a plumber. “Well, someone in Berlin anyway.” She grimaced at me. “Sorry. Is it still a sore point?”

I filled Anne-Marie in on how I had been perma-dumped the day before; my ex gloating about the mind-blowing oral she’d received from her sister’s boyfriend in Berlin.

Anne-Marie narrowed her eyes and squirmed theatrically. “Lucky girl. Could you get his number?”

That wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped for. But then I think she knew that. She patted my arm. “Mind you,” she added, “just because he was good at it doesn’t mean he liked it.”

“What’s the difference?” I said. “Girl gets off, everybody’s happy, right?”

Both girls shook their heads emphatically. Anne-Marie made their point. “No, no, no. Enthusiasm is the thing. There is nothing worse than a limp licking.” More cackles. Anne-Marie wrinkled her brow at me like we were discussing Plato. “But it’s the same for both sexes don’t you think? Someone has to be eager to go down or it’s just no fun at all, no matter how good their technique.” She stretched with clasped hands. “Well, I’m always dead keen. Once, I sucked-off my ex so thoroughly that I came.”

I blasted a laugh. But no-one else did. Sara stroked her friend’s arm. “His loss, for sure, Babe.” She refilled our glasses. “I’m not bothered. I like a good licking and a good shag but don’t really care if I suck cock or not. Sometimes it’s ok. Mostly I do it to shut him up.” Sara widened her eyes at me and nodded theatrically at Anne-Marie. “You like to get stuck in, though, don’t you, BC?”

This was my moment. I cleared my throat, nodded. “Yep. Like you, I’m dead keen. I mean with a girl’s…” I actually attempted to mime a vagina.

The girls snorted, enjoying my discomfort. Sara, bless her, stepped in to smooth my awkwardness. “Don’t let his modesty fool you. He’s the best head I’ve ever had.”

Anne-Marie blinked at us individually, as if adding us up. “Oh, so you two—”

Sara waved. “Way back, we were drunk. almanbahisbahis But he was very eager. I felt like the world’s most delicious ice-cream. And…” She mimed a hard-on with a rigid forearm. “He really enjoyed it.”

Anne-Marie beamed. She fluttered her eyelashes playfully. “Well you may need to go to the top of my naughty list!”

My turn to blink. Sara explained. “Anne-Marie has a slutty list of slutty boys to call on if she needs… doing.”

Anne-Marie dropped her jaw. “It’s not slutty! I’m just done with relationships. Fuck-buddies for me from now on.”

“Or lick-buddies,” I said.

Anne-Marie rolled her eyes. “In my dreams! Do you know I have five boys on my list and they’re all about the fuck and suck? You are literally solo on my lick-buddy list.”

I laughed rather too loud.

#

It was maybe three months later, a few weeks after Orla, that I next met Anne-Marie. In the meantime I’d done little else but whinge to Sara about women wanting me only for sex since the Fluffer thing. How I felt objectified and, in not being worth getting to know, an outsider.

A bloke like me was not common in architecture school. I found that, apart from Sara, most students seemed to judge me on my thuggy appearance and avoided me. Being six years older and six feet taller than most of them, the elegant little tossers treated me like a caveman. And this suited me fine, day to day. It was easier to scare them than to make the effort to fit in. And I am aware of how cowardly this is too. Sara told me.

But now. With this Fluffer thing? Gossip spread and the arty posh kids had something on me, something that made me less scary. They didn’t call me Big Cat or BC, they called me, to my face, Fluffer, with that educated smirk that says, “I know I’m taking the piss, but you’re too stupid to notice, aren’t you?” To them a Fluffer was a debased menial, not the star of the show; working behind the scenes for the glory of the real stars. I was a labourer. They were the artists.

So let’s just say friends were hard to come by being the only builder in a college full of architects. Girlfriends doubly so.

Sara’s insightful opinion on this matter? “Get the fuck over yourself.”

As usual she was right. There was no point whining. I’d found Anne-Marie after all. She was cool. I told myself, next time I met her, I was going to take Sara’s advice. I would literally get over myself and make it all about her. I’d listen, and do as much as I could to please her. Delight in her dirty chuckles, console her about her selfish boyfriend. If she wanted me to do her then I’d do that, too, and it would be the best she’d ever had whether I came or not. Then maybe, Anne-Marie might see more in me than my tongue. This had worked with Fleur that time, putting her first. We’d properly found each other, even if she did decide to stay single. So I was capable of connecting with a woman outside of their knickers. I mean, take a look at Sara.

Actually, don’t.

So this one morning, I was on my way back from an early shift hauling lumber around a local building site to make some extra cash. I’d showered back at the site in one of the freezing portacabins so I could go straight to college, but had forgotten my books so had to stop off at my flat anyway. And who should I find sitting on my doorstep?

Anne-Marie watched me approach, head cocked and smiling as if to say. “Yes it’s really me.” She was even prettier than I remembered; dressed in some fashionista autumn collection of argyle knee socks, tweed skirt and jacket over a cream French polo. On anyone else it would have looked prim and preppy, but her shaggy hair and thick black eyeliner made it look more punk-ironic than ivy-league.

Her cheeks were pink, but it wasn’t that cold. She had her knees up with arms wrapped around them and if I was in any doubt as to the reason for her visit (and for a moment I had forgotten her “naughty list”) she twisted her loafers at the ankle, creating a cheeky up-skirt view of a neat, be-knickered bulge. And at its pristine, white cotton epicentre, a distinct damp patch. My knees wobbled.

“I did ring,” she declared as I fiddled with, and dropped my keys. “But there was no answer, so I thought, well I’ll just surprise the old Fluffer!”

Jittery with anticipation, I let her in to my bright and way-too-fancy, loft-style studio. I’d moved out of the house by the sea in a rush since my flatmate’s sister, Orla, had taunted her brother about our afternoon delight. This crazy-expensive luxury apartment was all I could find at short notice.

I was glad of that now, though, as I took in the double-height acreage of white-on-white surfaces through Anne-Marie’s saucer-eyes. “Cool digs,” she said. “Did you see the state of my knickers?”

I locked the door while she gabbled and shrugged off her jacket. “I’ve been so looking forward to this!” She kicked off her shoes. “You know, I was on the bus and thinking about what you would do to me when I got here, almanbahis giriş so it’s kind of your fault I’m gooey down under. Where do you want me? Up here?” She skipped up the metal spiral stair that led to the mezzanine, shouting back at me. “But anyway, on the bus? These old blokes were perving at me and I suddenly thought, ‘Oh no! My thoughts are so filthy that they’re all over my face!’ Wow nice bed! It’s round!”

I followed her up with the idea of offering her tea, or something else to calm her the fuck down, but as soon as I got to the mezzanine bed area, Anne-Marie attacked. She flung her arms around my neck and half hauled me down to her level and half leapt up to mine. “Fuck!” she burst. “I need this!” She shoved her huge lips to mine and rammed her body so hard I slammed back against the balustrade and feared I might topple down into the lounge.

With her tongue wrestling me to submission on top of the chewing grind of her hips, I felt consumed from both ends. In moments her mouth would meet her hips and I would have disappeared completely between. Swallowed up.

Two opposing sides of the bed-level were walled off with mirrored wardrobes and an infinity of cavemen were attacked by an infinity of face-sucking girl-monsters. My infinite arms waved, still sore from work and unsure what to do. Luckily infinite Saras popped up. “Get the fuck over yourself, BC.”

I needed to stop thinking and start listening. As if sensing my decision, Anne-Marie huffed into my ear, “Strip me and lick me please, kind Fluffer!”

Her words were a bolt of lightning through my fog. There was nothing else to worry about. A lustful woman in her sleek and perky prime, all perfect skin and filthy thoughts, wanted me to lick her to orgasm. Full stop.

I dropped to my knees.

Anne-Marie squeaked comically as I swooped my hands up her skirt, grabbed her panties and dragged them down to her knees.

“God it’s been forever,” she said as I yanked her skirt up over her waist. “You’ve no— Oh!”

I clutched her bare buttocks, pulled her trimmed tuft to my face, and nuzzled a firm kiss up into the yielding smoothness beneath. I nipped lips at her bulbous hood, and she grunted and shoved out her hips, holding up the skirt to watch me as I planted more kisses around her swelling spot. She shivered. This was not going to take long.

She leaned her shoulders back against a mirrored door and rocked her hips into my kissing, hot against my chilly lips, encouraging me between hers. I dipped my tongue into her slot and slid it up along her groove, unzipping her thick labia. In one lick I was already slick with her juices. I slooped them over her hood and when we moaned in unison, Anne-Marie tittered.

As ever, it was over too soon. I was just getting into the slip of our lips, and her pliable nub on my tongue, when her pussy spasmed back at me like a little kiss and my heart sank. She juddered. I flickered lightly at her clit. And braced myself.

She arched onto tiptoes, cupped my head and pulled it hard to her, quaking and muttering. Her eyes screwed shut. “Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes—Yesssss!” And she frothed over, squawked, danced on her toes, then flopped back against the mirrored wardrobe.

I snuffled at her until her twitches ebbed, then sat back to let her calm down. She’d be too sensitive after her orgasm and I was dead proud of myself for knowing that.

Ann-Marie scowled and unfastened her skirt. “Don’t stop now.” With a practiced sweep she unwrapped it and spun to present her ample bottom. Then she bent double, feet wide, bracing herself on her knees. “Do me again.” With her knickers stretched between her legs she looked like a porno letter A. She jiggled. “Please.”

Marvelling at how I could never anticipate a woman, and happy for the fact, I buried my face under her bum cheeks.

After her quickie climax, I settled in for the long-haul. This was going to take a delightful age. I relished the marshmallow puffiness of her lips against mine with long luxurious kisses. Probed her soaked hole as if drinking my fill from a pool that only got wetter and teased my juice-silky tongue around and around her clitoris.

Anne-Marie sighed, so forcefully it almost sounded exasperated. She wriggled her knickers off and planted her feet wider. She cursed, reached around and spread her lips, forcing her swollen clit out and — I took a moment to revel in this — opening her bubbling hole. The girl was slavering. From me! I fucking ruled at this. I was going to make her next orgasm last all—

“Fucksake.” She stamped her foot, wobbling her bottom and setting loops of juices aquiver. “Just… just do me!” She shoved me onto my back and squatted on my mouth.

I put my ego away, sucked her clit and flip-flapped at it just like teacher taught me.

“Goodness,” she said to her reflection. “That looks… so fucking… dirty…” Then she puffed twice and screeched. She swore and clawed at her bottom and thighs, then ground down hard onto my head.

I canlı bahis kept my pace steady while she shuddered, until she finally emitted a wicked and deep, “Tee hee” and regarded infinite slobbery pussies wipe all over my face. Only then did she cover her mound and lift shakily off me.

“Out… fucking… standing.” She sighed, cheeks mottled and stirring her hands at her bits with shivery aftershocks. She flopped back against the wall again and slid down it, eyes closed, a dreamy smile beaming from behind her messy hair.

I hadn’t even taken my coat off.

When she roused and found me standing over her, she pulled back her hair and glittered at my still clothed body. “Enjoy that?” she croaked.

I unfastened my trousers and dropped them with my shorts. My cock was hard enough to hammer nails and entirely filled the studio. Well, it filled her eyes anyway.

Anne-Marie peered at my erection with a bitten back smirk. “Mm-hmm,” she whispered.

I pulled my jumper off over my head, and kicked all my clothes away. Naked and pumped after all my morning’s work — from lugging to licking — I stood before her, veiny and ready to burst. Anne-Marie stretched slinkily.

“Interesting body language.” She rolled forward onto her knees. “I wonder what you’re after, hmm?”

I stepped forward into the smouldering heat of her coal-rimmed, shamelessly hungry stare.

“Oh all right then.” She ran tickling fingertips down the grooves of my stomach, then under my cock, making it jump. The tip of her tongue traced her lips. “I guess you earned it.”

She pressed an achingly soft, pillowy kiss to my rigid bulb, and my cock walloped her on the nose. She sniggered, and gripped me so she could kiss me again, then run a flat lick up my length. She cut a quick glance up at me with a sizzling, feigned innocence that has seen me through many a long, cold night since, and then sank her head over my cock.

Her mouth was luscious, wet and warm; her gentle sucking made even more compelling by a throaty purr, and the slow pull of her hands. I hadn’t been sucked since Mme Jolie and that was months before and was also, to be honest, a little weird.

Anne-Marie gasped off, watching her small, soft hands rub my veiny club. “Excellent penis,” she whispered and sucked me back into her. My knees trembled and I rumbled at our reflected chain of kneeling, knickerless girls nodding at the hips of lumpen brutes. She didn’t even notice. She picked up her pace, her hums turning into little grunts, and sucked my whole body in and out of her with every bob of her head.

Mercifully she took another break, blowing strands of hair from her face and jerking briskly. I clenched my fists.

“Any second now!” she said, and burrowed a kiss to my balls. She whispered huskily to them, “I’m gonna suck you dry, lucky boys.”

I groaned and she wanked me against paddy kisses, giggling. Her eyes sparkled up at me again as if daring me to cum all over those magnificent lips. A warning pulse fluttered behind my balls and had me staggering, legs all but powerless. Anne-Marie yelped and gripped my ass.

“He’s gonna blow! Quick! Sit down!” She shoved me onto the edge of my stupidly over-scaled, stupidly circular bed, and dropped between my knees.

“You having fun?” she said to my cock. She slowed herself down, clearly enjoying her power over me and moved both hands in hard, luxuriant strokes that squeezed pre-cum out of my tip. Mesmerised, she watched it spill. “Fuck look at that,” she whispered. “Whatever’s got you in such a state?” She plucked her lips in a soft, slow kiss to the drop, then licked them, glinting at me.

She sent more cat-laps up and down from balls to tip, a sensation doubled in intensity by her reflected naked bottom and plump, glossy lips nestled beneath. She caught my eye, then our reflection, and chuckled hot breath over my balls. She swung her knees open. “If you don’t cum soon,” she said. “I will.”

She shivered and I realised she wasn’t saying this for my benefit. Her fingers appeared in the mirror, reaching under and between her legs, tickling along her groove, and then sliding knuckle deep into her.

My mission snapped back into clarity. How was this listening to what Anne-Marie wanted? How was it focussing on her pleasure? I couldn’t just cum and leave her still wanting. And it seemed even more selfish to just let her do herself. That was something her bastard boyfriend might do, in fact.

So just as she nodded to take me into her again, I caught her face, and curled over to kiss her.

She whimpered; her tongue just as eager in my mouth as it’d been on my cock. I leant back, leading her up to sit astride my lap, and nudged my hips between her thighs. My head spun with the sense of doing exactly the right thing.

She pulled away from our kiss, eyes darting between mine as if trying to read the small print. She cupped my face. “You sure?” She kissed me again. “I madly need a fuck. Are you sure you’re sure?” Another kiss and I felt more like a boyfriend than a fuck-buddy. But the jumper and the socks said different. The silky wool of her jumper felt like connection-proof armour under my palms. Between this and her socks she was all protected, but for the needy bits between her legs.

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She’s in the tub, bubbles everywhere, candles scenting the room with vanilla; a flute of champagne rests by the tub. It’s the champagne he sent her, saying how much he desires her and wants her. She loves the way he makes her feel – schoolgirl giddy. He’s the handsome varsity linebacker, she’s the hot little cheerleader ~ “oh we’ll role play that, baby,” she thinks in her mind. And she wants him so desperately, passionately she wants him. Taking a sip she hears the door open and she smiles. The bathroom door opens a crack and he steps in. It must have been a tough day, he looks like he ran a marathon, but there is that smile on his face.

He kneels by the tub and she wraps her arms around his neck; a soft, innocent kiss turns seductive and determined. The champagne has done its work and she has a buzz going, otherwise she would have jumped out of the tub and into his arms. She keeps kissing him and pressing her curvy body into his. He feels her hardening nipples and his hands begin to roam. Cupping her large soft breasts in his massive hands he plays with her nipples. She lets out a sigh that travels into his mouth. The scent and taste of champagne on her breath excites him and he moves his hands off her breasts, holding her tightly he lifts her out of the tub.

She giggles, she always giggles when he does something so stereotypically romantic, and almanbahis it’s a giggle of appreciation. Again she feels like a she did when she was young and here is the oh so attractive older man who finds her irresistible. Grabbing a towel he wraps her in it and begins to dry her, the cloth is sensuous against her damp, aroused and curvaceous body. She stops him before his wonderful touches make her cum yet again. Their eyes lock, no words need to be spoken. He lifts her in his arms and carries her to the bedroom.

Once on the bed, she undoes his pants and they crumple to the floor, followed by his blue silk boxers.

“MMMM, someone is happy to see me,” she says as she grips his hardening shaft. Closing her eyes she gives it a few strokes as she moans, “Oh baby, do I make you this hard?”

“Yes, my love, you do,” he replies.

She wants to do something special for him, he’s had a bitch of a day and there’s something she knows he would like so much.

Smiling and still stroking him she lays across the bed letting her head dangle off the side. Opening her beautiful little mouth she takes the smooth silken head of his hardening cock into her and tastes his salty flesh. Her free hand travels to her shaved pussy. It’s still damp from the bath and from the wetness he’s caused in her.

Watching her play with her soft folds makes almanbahis giriş him harder; knowing this turns him on she plays with her now soaking cleft with more intensity. And more and more of his fat, hard cock disappears down her throat. Oh, how she loves doing this to him.

Finding her rabbit vibrator in the bed she turns it on, he hears the humming and instinctively his heart rate quickens. Now her pussy is sopping wet and the beads in the shaft of the rabbit are having their effect on her. Soon her hips are pushing forward as the toy disappears into her throbbing pussy. With his now nearly fully erect shaft still in her mouth, she takes a little more down her hot throat and starts to feel his pre-cum trickle onto her tongue. Reaching out, he grabs her hardening nipples, pinching them, pulling them. She moans telling him how much she likes this rough play and he feels that moan reverberate though his now rock hard cock.

More disappears down her throat; she fights not to gag and keeps taking more. She wants him to cum in her hot, young mouth; fill her with his salty-sweet ooze. She’s using the vibrator more, probing deeper as the little clit stimulator finds its intended place and begins to send her into ecstasy. Her pussy is flowing like a broken faucet. She senses him bending forward and feels his hot breath on her belly and then feels canlı bahis siteleri his tongue touch her clit. Her back arches slightly and she moans again and now slides more of the vibe in as she works her sopping wet cunt. He starts licking her clit almost painfully slow.

His hard shaft stretches out her mouth as she fights to keep it in place and begins sucking harder when she feels him tensing. Her body has reached its limits, between his cock in her mouth, his mouth on her clit and the vibe slips out of her pussy she can’t hold back any longer. Bucking wildly she pushes her steaming mound into his face. Opening her mouth a little she lets out a loud moan as her body starts to buck wildly and her pussy juices flow like a river. His face slips a little and he is covered by her wetness as she squirts her cream all over him.

Now it’s he who can’t hold back and starts fucking her sexy little mouth. On the third thrust he releases what feels like a torrent of hot sticky seed. The first pulse hits the back of her throat, the second floods her whole mouth and the last little bit trickles out the side. She rubs her tits and her nipples get a tweaking, pulling and pinching to heighten the pleasure. As his orgasm subsides she continues to suck his cock to make sure every drop of is taken from it.

She rolls over on her belly and he kneels in front of her. Smiling in that way she know he loves; she kisses him deeply and passionately “Oooh baby, I’m dirty again, and now I need to take a shower” she says; getting up from the bed, she takes his hand and leads him back into the bathroom.

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Author’s Notes: This is an erotic fantasy written by Lyssabyss. Huge thanks to KJB for editing for me, and to EricaW for being a fantastic beta-reader! As the story evolves, I may change categories occasionally to be consistent with the current chapter. I still truly appreciate the feedback, good or bad, so please rate it, and let me know what you think!

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Before the sun had rose, we worked our way through Port Villesra’s silent streets then boarded our merchant ship. Crew members were already laboring, preparing to depart by the first shine of the sun. Oro drew an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter against him, our hips bumping softly.

A slight movement ahead brought my attention to Jora, who looked exhausted as she sat on a barrel facing the boat ramp. I could now feel the possessiveness in Oro’s gesture, and I shrugged out of his hold, walking towards Jora.

“You were out all night.” She whispered, shoulders slumped and head tipped forward to look at her knees.

“You waited?” I asked softly.

Before she could answer Oro was behind me, placing his hands upon my shoulders. “Let us get some food, you are probably quite hungry.”

I sighed heavily. “Oro, we need a moment.” I tapped a hand softly on his, hoping he would go quietly and give me the time that I needed to talk with Jora.

“Okay.” Oro said, and pressed forward to kiss my neck before leaving once more to forage for food.

Jora scoffed slightly before asking, “What happens to me, Zee?”

I knelt down at her feet, and placed my hands on her knees, peering up into her sad onyx eyes. “Nothing will happen to you, I swear it.” Oro had given me his word, as long as I kept mine. I would not jeopardize Jora’s safety on a fanciful whim.

Jora shook her head with a wry smirk, “That is not what I meant.” She slipped her fingers into my hair, and bunched it up in her grasp, jerking me off my feet to face her. She kissed me deeply and whispered against my lips, “So, it is done then.” She released my hair, and gently pushed me back as she stood, and said “Please tell Majohr Oro that I will be at rest, but I will resume guard at your doors when I wake.”

With that Jora went below deck and I held the barrel she sat upon as my knees weakened, drawing me closer to the deck. I took a long breath to steady myself. It was not possible for me to care for two people at once, this tryst would have no happy outcome. And so, it was best to leave my passionate moment alone with Jora in memory.

Oro came up moments later and rubbed a hand against my back, “Are you okay?” He sat down a couple oranges, and when I did not reply he asked, “Are you still feeling ill?”

“No.” I whispered. “The world around me is changing so fast, I feel like I am falling.” I stood carefully and sat on the barrel. “I have hurt her.”

“She is your champion, Esyld. If you treat her as more than that, you will hurt her.” He said as calmly as he could. He held my chin, and pressed a thumb against my lips, drawing my eyes to look into his, “I do not like her lips upon you.”

“And if I did?” I asked curtly, bringing my hands to grip at the one that held my head in place.

“I thought we made a bargain.” The lines of his smile forming, “A woman’s caress is wonderful, Esyld, but hers will always feel second to mine, because I have what you need…what you crave.” He rubbed his thumb roughly over my lips before drawing his own down, slowly his tongue invaded and coaxed mine into relaxed submission.

My heart was once again racing, as I accepted his dominance, and opened myself to the fever of our joined auras. I really did crave him, in a way that left my mind addled and made me not trust my ability to resist him.

I drew back and whispered, “Jora said she would be off sleeping, when she wakes she will stand watch.”

Oro nodded and looked off towards the rising sun. “Jora is your Bekçi, your guardian; it is a great honor to address her as such, it is also an expected custom when we arrive in Barbos.”

“How do you say it again?” I asked while I tried to calm my nerves under all of the pressure.

“Beck-che.” Oro annunciated. “Bekçi is a revered title.”

“Bekçi.” I said testing my pronunciation. “Better?”

“Perfect.” Oro smiled. “You should really eat now, we will be off soon.” He cajoled, handing me an orange. We peeled our oranges, watching the rising sun cast wondrous colors over the water, and relished in the succulent exotic juice that livened our taste buds.

The winds had picked up and carried us much further over the next week; it would not be long before we arrived at Barbos. Jora, though more distant, was still constantly at my side and resumed teaching me defensive techniques. I enjoyed our time together, even as it was typically supervised by Oro, something I did not entirely care for.

My chest heaved with exertion as Jora’s arms wrapped around me, bringing me into a choking hold. I struggled to move as she had instructed previously, but could not find my proper almanbahisbahis footing or hand placement.

She released me with a heavy sigh, “You need to be thrusting your hips back. You cannot let them pull off your center of balance.” She rubbed her hands through her unkempt hair and shook her head with frustration. “You will not be given the time to fumble, fight dirty if you must.”

I huffed and rolled my eyes, “You are too strong.”

“Strength has nothing to do with it, Z-Esyld.” Jora admonished. “Majohr, if you would assist?”

Oro stepped forward from leaning against the mast. “Of course.”

“Pay close attention.” Jora said, wagging an eyebrow for my benefit. She stood with her back to Oro, so that he could grip her, as she had done to me. Oro wasted little time before wrapping his thick forearm around her neck, and locking it behind her head.

The hold was tight, I could tell by the way her face deepened in shade and struggled for breath. She made an exaggerated step back, thrusting her hips against his groin, and jamming her palm upwards against his elbow. The lock was temporarily broken and Jora took advantage of the moment, gripping his forearm and parrying underneath his grasping hands, sidestepping and bending his arm backward painfully.

I saw Oro’s grimace, and Jora did not hold him longer than necessary to prove her point. “See?”

“You are nearly as tall as he is. I am weaker and smaller.” I complained.

She gave me a stern glance for my petulance. “True, it may be harder for you to leverage his arm as I had. You can toss him over your shoulder though. Majohr.” She gestured him to step forward.

She grabbed my wrists and put me in position in front of Oro, I felt his hesitation in grabbing me, his grip much looser than Jora’s.

“You will do your Eş no favors if you do not properly train her.” Jora reprimanded. She had taken to calling me his “Eş” in his presence, an acknowledgement that I was his mate, and that she was aware of my place.

I could feel his own angered exhale rustle my unruly hair, his arms tightened around me, and I felt a brief moment of panic.

“Hips back!” Jora growled.

I mimicked her earlier exaggerated backward thrust, and jammed my palm upwards on his elbow. “Pivot right and grip that arm!” Jora directed.

I stepped forward, my hips still pressed snuggly against his groin, and rotated my hip, while clutching his arm, and I felt a flare of success as Oro became unbalanced. Time to tip the scale, I thought and heaved him forward, flopping his heavy mass onto the deck in front of me. I had let go of his arm, as he crashed forward and Jora clapped slowly. “Next time, keep that arm, and stand over him, it is quite painful, and will prevent him from getting back up too soon.”

Oro got up slowly, “Well done, Esyld. You will need to continue practice, because you are still a bit too slow, but you did very well.”

I smiled triumphantly, “Soon enough I will be able to take both of you at the same time.” ( 😉 )

Jora laughed heartily. “One step at a time.”

“Let us break for dinner, we can train more tomorrow.” Oro said, rubbing my sore shoulders, and patting me on the bottom.

“Aye, Majohr.” Jora replied, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. “Still got that fire.” Jora said to me with a wink, and laughed as she made her way under the deck.

“Did I hurt you?” Oro asked when we were alone.

“No, it was okay. I was a little scared at first, so it was nice that she was right there, telling me what to do.” I said smiling.

“I do not like that she had me do that…” Oro grumbled.

“You seemed fine doing it to her.” I quipped.

“It is different.” Oro said firmly, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well if you are going to be here, watching me train, you should have some part in it. Otherwise, why are you here?” I challenged, folding my own arms across my chest.

Oro laughed, “I love watching you spar.” He stepped closer to me, wrapping me up in his arms, “It excites me.” He growled hotly into my ear.

I realized I felt the same way when I was sparring with Jora, I felt her energy and power, and it was truly arousing. I think it is why I had such a hard time being in such close contact with her, I truly did not want to hurt her, but nor could I think clearly at the same time.

As he leaned in for a kiss, my belly growled loudly, and I pinched at a nipple beneath his shirt. “We eat first.” I drew back from his hold and made my way below deck, towards the pungent smell of fish stew. I groaned inwardly and decided once I was in Barbos I would never look at a fish again.

There were so many bodies piled below, slurping up their soup and dipping stale bread into it. Jora was sitting next to a jeering crew mate that seemed enamored with her, and I felt my face flush with jealousy as he lay a hand on her thigh. She leaned in to his whisper, and laughed softly, eyes darting up to meet mine and Oro’s, before returning her almanbahis giriş attention to her food.

Oro spied my disgusted face, “I will grab the food, we will eat above deck.” He slapped my bottom, making me yip as I left the room.

Allowing the cool breeze to flow over my flushed face, I peered out over the boats railing, looking down at the crashing waves, feeling unaffected by the rocking boat. Oro was right, it may have taken some time, but I had gotten my sea legs. He returned with some bread and fish stew as we ate silently, staring out over the water.

When all that remained was a bit of juice, I tipped my bowl of stew out over the boat, releasing its contents while tapping a lively melody with my fingers against the wood.

I felt Oro’s fingers trace my raised brand lightly, most days I completely forgot it was even there. “You are so beautiful.”

My fingers stopped tapping the bowl, and I took a deep breath. “I am scared, Oro.” I whispered.

Oro tossed his bowl into the ocean, “What are you doing?” I exclaimed. He moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me against his warm chest.

“I choose holding you, over holding that bowl; some things are more important, Eş. What scares you?” Oro asked softly, gently rocking us side to side.

“You…life in Barbos…” I started.

“You will be well attended in Barbos, my rank and clan holds some sway, and you will be treated as one of our own.” Oro kissed my check, “And of me, what scares you?”

I meditated on that question with a breath. “The nature of it is confusing.”

“Do you worry that I will hurt you again?” Oro asked warily.

“Not on purpose, no.”

Oro grabbed my own bowl from my hands and threw it into the ocean, the wood becoming a small round boat amidst the blue water. Before I could protest, he turned me to face him. “Hold me.”

I wrapped my arms around his torso, and I felt the tension release from me, replacing the confusion with suffocating desire.

“What do you feel?” Oro asked stroking my back, swishing my long braid out of the way.

“Your hand on my back.” I voiced, linking my fingers through one another as they settled against the hard muscle of his back.

He drew a hand up and lay it down upon my chest, “Here?”He questioned.

I blushed as I looked into his eyes. His touch was warm, and I could feel the pulse of his heart through his hand. I sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, “Jora asked me if I loved you-,” I lifted a finger to Oro’s lips to halt him before he could speak, “I told her no, however I cannot deny that despite your brutish behavior, my body responds to you.” I moved my halting fingers to touch his hand atop my breast, “I fear you, because you cloud my judgment, I want to defy you at every turn to prove to you that I am my own. I am repulsed by my deceptive arousal. And, on that same token, I choose to continue to rake myself over your coals of desire.”

“You have given me every reason to hate you, Oro. There is even a part of me that does despise you, but there is a greater part of me that demands selfishness of the crudest kind.” I released another deep breath.

“Desire, it forms the base of us all. It is a pure emotion.” Oro commented. “Is it wrong to feel desire, to want to act on it? No.”

I raised an eyebrow to him, “No?” I teased, “So if I desire Jora, or any number of the sweaty men below deck, I may take them between my legs?”

I felt Oro’s grip tighten around me, his voice was deliciously deep as he said, “What you want, and what you can have, are two very different things.”

“You always have what you want.” I insisted.

“There is something I want right now, that I cannot have.” Oro revealed as I felt his hands on the ties of my leathers.

My breathing sped up, “Yet, there you are, fondling my ties to undo me. Body and soul.”

He jerked my hips against him as he roughly loosened the ties. “I seek only to kiss you, will you stop me?”

My heart fluttered as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “My lips are right here.”

“That is not where you want to be kissed, you have said as much.” Oro drawled, working his thumbs inside my leathers against my hipbones.

“Gods.” I whispered, shaking my head as I felt the dampness of my womanhood.

“It is okay to feel this way, to feel excitement in pleasure. You do not need permission. And you cannot be judged by man for it.” Oro declared, “Desire is not abyssal, it is divine in spirit, it is why you cry out to your Gods when you feel its call.” Oro kissed my lips softly, and then the ridge of my jaw as he moved to the sensitive flesh of my neck.

I moaned softly, feeling my bare flesh being revealed to the cool sea air as he lowered my leathers slowly down my thighs. “The crew…” I whispered worriedly.

Soon my bottoms pooled around my ankles and felt his strong arms underneath my armpits. I yelped as he lifted me up and forward to rest on the wooden railing. “Hold.” Oro commanded. almanbahis yeni giriş He spread my legs wide enough for his face to seek passage to my hot depths.

“O-oro,” I stammered as my body rocked on the railing.

Oro’s arms came to rest on the tops of my thighs, hands clutching my hips, as he knelt down between my legs. “I will not let you fall, Eş.”

Blood drained from my fingers as they gripped the railing tightly. I could have risked rocking back into the calm waters behind me, but Oro’s strong hands held me firmly in place, as he swiped his tongue over my slick heat.

I could feel the wind picking up, slapping stray hairs against my face, billowing my shirt against my stomach. I could feel Oro’s coarse stubble against my soft flesh, fighting for attention against the soft prodding of his tongue.

I heard the jeering of sailors nearby, and I felt my nerves resurface, “Stop.” I lamented, as Oro’s attentions increased my pleasure.

Oro gave a throaty laugh, taking great care to hold me as he stood, also hearing the men below. He looked out into the water behind me, a bit confused and cursed, “Boka!”

“What?” I asked.

“Your bottoms fell overboard, through the opening near your legs.” Oro at least had the decency to show some embarrassment for my predicament.

“You jest!” I insisted, pinching my knees tight against each other.

“Afraid not.” Oro said, trying to conceal his smile as he helped me down from the railing.

“Ugh.” I growled. “Well your new duty is to get me below deck without being seen like this.”

Oro smiled, “I can do that.”

In an easy motion he drew me up, wrapping my legs around him, and cupping my bare bottom with his forearms. I was higher upon his chest this way, so much so that my breasts ached near his mouth, and I felt my moist lips against the rough fabric of his shirt. I buried my face between the crook of his neck and my shielding arms and tried to shut out the crews’ cheers of praise.

In just a few moments we were away from the calls of our shipmates and I was conscious of Oro’s bouncing gait as he ran further below to the ship master’s quarters. I peeked my eyes out and saw Jora following close behind, ever doing her duty, a cool reserve upon her face.

I heard the door opening at my back, our bodies swinging together suddenly as Oro closed the door, shutting out Jora. I could feel Oro’s labored chest heaving against mine, as he took us towards the bed.

I released the grip of my legs, but was still held in place by his arms. “Thank you.” I volunteered. “Could you let me down?”

“Sure.” Oro panted, and dropped me onto the bed behind me. I saw him tugging his shirt over his head, and paused at the patch where my moist sex marked it, inhaling my scent through the cloth. His voice held promise as he said, “Shall we continue, Eş?”

I bit my bottom lip, “Hmm.” A devious idea sprang in my head as lust filled my senses, “Yes.” I smirked, “Give me a moment?”

“Of course,” he said as he returned my lustful gaze. I motioned him onto the bed where he sprawled out, scratching his stubbled chin.

I moved behind him, taking my shirt off, and twisted it around itself, until it became a makeshift rope. “Close your eyes.” I whispered seductively to Oro.

He complied with a wry smile, and I drew a forearm up, stroking the length of his muscled flesh delicately, before repeating the same motion on his other arm. I kissed along his wrists and midway up his forearm, my breasts swinging forward to brush against his face. I felt his tongue dart out to caress me, and I would withdraw in those moments.

Knowing I would not have much time to pull of my little stunt, I moved quickly, tying an end of my shirt tightly around his left wrist. Before I could make a play for his right arm, he was already in motion, so I put my remaining efforts into tying it to a nearby bedpost. I could see a flash of excitement on his face, but I also detected a sense of uncertainty.

As Oro reached out for me, to keep me from leaving, I slapped him hard across the face, which stunned him momentarily, and then his eyes darkened. I ran around the other side of the bed, and growled “No,” when I saw him fidgeting with his bound hand.

His eyes returned to mine, reviewing my dominating gaze, as I crawled deliberately up the bed between his legs. “Ah, so this is how you want it, Eş.”

“Shh.” I hushed him, and started working my fingers at his trousers, tugging them apart and pulling them down to his upper thighs, restricting the movement of his legs.

His cock was already very hard, and upright, a pearl of his fluid decorating the top of his thick crown. I glided a finger over the droplet, applying it around the engorged tip, making his thickness flare against my touch. At his clear sign of need, I withdrew my hand, crawling over his body, until I felt his stiffness between my legs.

I propped myself up on my knees, keeping the length of him from penetrating my folds, and leaned forward to kiss his hungry mouth. When I felt his free hand on my hip, trying to guide me into position, I withdrew my exploring tongue, and reached back to grip his wrist tightly, jerking it upwards and, with some expected resistance, forced it to the bed beside his head.

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