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David had suspected for some time that, like him, his next door neighbour was interested in men.

In his early 60s, John was a couple of years younger and lived alone and, as far as he knew, was not married and never had been. They had been neighbours for some years and got on well, chatting over the fence from time to time but generally keeping themselves to themselves. It was during a couple of those conversations that he had made discreet reference to his cock in a jokey sort of way but it had registered with David and heightened his interest.

For some years now the sexual side of David’s marriage had been almost dead. The woman he had married all those years ago had changed from an exciting filthy person in the bedroom to a loving ‘normal’ wife whose desire for the sort of sex that excited him had disappeared. He had always had trouble in satisfying her in bed because of his small penis which she had derisively referred to as his pee-pee or winkle, a name that had stuck. The only way he had been able to make her cum was with a vibrator. He’d also had to use it on the other women of the couples they wife-swapped with, a short-lived activity because of his size and their dissatisfaction

He had become aware he was bisexual many years earlier when he was ‘befriended’ by a much older man in a public toilet when he was 15. This had stayed with him all his life but had been pushed into the background when he married. Now however, his longing for intimate Ankara escort male company was aroused again and more so with the thought that John might be that way too.

His problem was how to approach him if he was wrong. It would be seriously embarrassing if he had misread the signs not only for himself but his neighbour as well. He thought hard about how he could raise the subject tactfully, dip a toe in the water, but be able to back off if he was wrong.

Should he mention ‘in passing’ a couple of the internet sites he looked at when he was alone? He wasn’t sure if he would appreciate that. Perhaps he should ask him discreetly if he would be interested in some ‘gentleman’s entertainment’ films but again he might be rebuffed. It was a difficult situation for which he could see no easy answer so it just remained frustratingly in his mind that there could be some sexual excitement literally on his doorstep that he couldn’t access.

The answer came unexpectedly from a source he hadn’t considered.

He had been corresponding with another man on the internet who had sent him some intimate pictures of himself. David wanted to respond but it wasn’t until Christmas when he got a small digital camera that he had the means to do so. The first few pictures he took of himself were not very good and he realised it was not as easy as he had imagined. The difficulty was trying to maintain an erection at the same time as angling the camera correctly and Ankara escort bayan pressing the button.

That’s where the idea about involving John came to him.

One morning when his wife was out he went round to John’s with his new camera. They had discussed photography in passing in the past so it was a good opening. After they had been chatting for a while he plucked up the courage to raise the subject.

‘John, there’s something I want to ask you but you might not appreciate it.’

John looked a bit puzzled. ‘Why do you say that?’

‘Well it could be a bit embarrassing.’

‘Go on.’

‘Well, I was wondering if you would take some pictures of me.’

‘What’s so embarrassing about that?’

David hesitated, ‘Naked pictures.’

‘Ah.’ said John

‘I just want some for when I’m older……so I can see myself as I was.’

John nodded. ‘Couldn’t your wife take them?’

‘She’s not interested any more and besides which I’d like my feet and head in the same picture!’

They laughed and the slight tension eased.

‘I hope you don’t mind me asking.’ and he went on to describe the poor efforts he had achieved. “but if you’d rather not…..’

‘No I don’t mind,’ said John with a smile, ‘might be fun.’

‘When would you like to do it, now?’

‘Would Thursday morning be OK?’ asked David, ‘the wife is out then and I’ll feel more relaxed.’

‘Yeah that’s fine, here or at your house?’

‘Here Escort Ankara if you don’t mind. I never know how long she is going to be out.’

David went on slightly embarrassed. ‘There is only one thing……I do sometimes get stiff when I’m naked.’

John smiled. ‘That’s only natural. It happens to me quite a lot as well.’

It was a deliberate statement and David’s heart leapt on hearing it. He could feel himself hardening in his trousers but didn’t want to push it at this stage. He was only supposed to be gone a few minutes and he didn’t want it to be just a hurried anxious fumble. He looked at John who held his gaze then deliberately lowered his eyes to look at David’s crotch. A few seconds later he looked back up still smiling.

‘Thursday then?’

David nodded, his heart pounding. ‘I’ll ring you as soon as she goes out.’

As soon as he got back indoors David headed straight for the toilet. The conversation had gone so much better than he had hoped and he was excited at the prospect of what could happen when they met. If nothing else he would love it being naked in the presence of another man and the comments about erections and the way John had looked at his trousers led him to believe it might involve a lot more than just photography.

He dropped his trousers and pants and started pulling on his cock. Even when as excited as he was now it wasn’t overlarge and he didn’t shoot gallons of spunk but it gave him a great deal of pleasure to ejaculate into his hand then drink it. With the thought that he might be tasting another man’s sperm soon he ejaculated as fiercely as he had done in a long while and rolled it round his mouth before swallowing it.

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Since Brian and Beth now knew that I had fucked their mother they said they wanted to see me fuck their mother. I told them that their mother had forbidden me from coming any were near them but they were not taking no for an answer. They told their mother that they were going out for a walk and signaled to me that it was time for me to fuck their mother.

I went into Aunt Harriet’s room. She was reading a magazine. She was in a sleeveless dress and her arms were locked behind her head. The moment I saw her my cock stood erect. Her hairy armpits always had a mesmerizing effect. She knew it and clamped down her furry armpits.

“What are you doing her you rogue” she said “I told you not to come here when your cousins are here”. I walked over and sat next her and put my head as she put her arms around me. I felt the hard coarse hair of her underarms on my shoulders. It sent an electric shock as I felt the long bushy hair of my underarms and I suggested that she let me sit with her till they came back. “At least suck me off Aunt Harriet” I could see that I was having some effect on her. “What time will they be back?” she said. “I know they won’t be back for more than a hour,” I said. Her hands moved into my groin and fished out my swollen and used dong. With all the action it had seen the effect Aunt Harriet’s hairy underarms had on me made sure it made me proud, as it stood out erect like a baseball bat. “My my dearie you are such a stud I love your thick cock” she said as she licked the top of my cockhead. “Aunt Harriet why are sooooo hairy” I screamed, “Your bushy armpits hypnotize me all the time and I dream about your thick bushy armpits”

She bent down and took my semi limp dick and pulled it to her mouth, as she tasted the precum that was dripping from my cock. She took it in her mouth and savored it as she sucked and cleaned it dry. I thought I heard some noise from below so I turned her away from the Ankara bayan escort door and sure enough the door slightly opened and both Brian and Beth quietly slipped in and stood behind the curtains, which were in front of the bathroom. They could see her legs were open and her hairy crotch was wide open, as I lay there sprawled out on the couch. Beth and Brian could not keep quiet and an embarrassed mother saw her children watch her sucking her nephew. Aunt Harriet as always bold and she soon got over her embarrassment.

. “Come on over Brian, I would love to suck that cock of yours while your cousin is fucking me.”

Brian moved to the bed, and she took his half hard dick into my mouth. What a sight it was the hirsute Aunt Harriet was now sucking her son’s penis watched by her hairy daughter. Beth standing near her looked a younger version of Aunt Harriet and there was really not much to choose when you looked at their bushy armpits. Obviously Aunt Harriet had much more hair in her unshaven pits which was much longer and thicker but it felt much more coarse and stringy than the long soft ad silky hair of her hirsute daughter.

Brian obviously was in frenzy as his Mom sucked his large dick. “Slow down Brian honey, we got all night, take your time do it a little slower and when you come I’ll suck you hard again so you can fuck me again ok?” He moved his mouth to her breast and then licked at the long coarse air in her untrimmed hedges under her arms. He slowed down and I entered Aunt Harriet. The crisp jet-black hair, which covered her mons, tried to stop me from entering her pussy but I pushed past it and started to fuck her. My hands were first in Beth’s unshorn underarms before traveling to her mother’s equally exciting armpits, which contained much, more hair. With my left hand I pulled out Beth’s underarm air which I thought sprung out at least 4 inches and with my right hand I pulled Aunt Harriet’s Escort bayan Ankara underarm hair which amazingly stuck out a full 6 inches. Though it was different in texture being much more coarse. I was hard as a rock and she raised her legs as we began to fuck; I mean we began to really fuck hard, real hard as she kept sucking her son. His cock was filling her mouth as he stuffed more and more of huge prick into her hot and willing mouth. I could see the big cock of his going in and out of her while I was fucking her with wild and strong strokes.

She just moaned and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure moved through her body. Brian said, “Take it Bitch, take his cock, fuck him you cunt, and give him that hairy pussy of yours.” She worked his cock with her mouth and kept gently sucking and then Brian grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face tight against him. When he did his cock went down her throat as he came in torrents in his mother’s waiting mouth. I was getting tired but I had to keep going as I drove my crazy dick into his mother’s bushy pussy my hands still in Beth’s hairy underarms. Beth was also holding her brother’s balls as his seed was being deposited in his mother’s mouth. She managed to get a gulp of air just as he pulled her head forward causing her lips to run down the length of his shaft, down to his crotch hair and kept working her mouth and throat getting every last drop

Brian said, “God this is the best cock sucker I ever had suck my dick, and I’ve had many blowjobs, she’s almost better than some of the women I let suck me. Even you Beth darling”. Aunt Harriet looked up and knew that Beth her darling daughter too had sucked the insatiable baseball bat like prick of Brian her son. She wrapped her legs and arms around me as I climaxed, I remember screaming out that I was Cumming as I came inside her with my mouth plastered against the matted hair in Beth’s untrammeled armpit forest.

Brian Bayan escort Ankara was hard again and he put the head of his dick at Beth’s hairy asshole. Jet-black crinkly hair adorned her anus and he pushed in, he did it too fast, and she cried out. He had a big cock; it was bigger than mine and longer too. Soon Brian was shooting his sperm in her ass, and she could feel his big cock, swelling and contracting as it shot forth his cum. He pulled his dick out of her ass while his mother stroked my flaccid penis and

She gazed up at me as I placed her hands on penis my hands were feeling the sweaty hair in her matted underarms. I was amazed that both and she had such hairy armpits and even the hair in their armpits looked so much alike. They stayed motionless on the front of my pants for several moments, maybe even a full minute. My cock now stood proudly out, pointing at her face. She put both hands around it, carefully stroking it, and I reached out and put my hand on the back of her head. There was no resistance at all. Opening her mouth, she moved forward and took the head in, locking her lips around Actually, it was more like I was fucking her mouth, and she held it perfectly for me, with just enough pressure from her lips. She let it slide in until she had the head and about two inches of the shaft in her mouth, and then she pulled back, letting her hands work on the shaft.

Brian and Beth were kissing and fondling each other as she called Brian towards her. Both of us put our cocks against her face while Beth moved around and sucked our balls. As Beth kneaded my swollen balls Aunt Harriet alternatively sucked our members. I asked Beth to kneel next to her mother and asked them both to raise their arms. “AAAAAHHHHHHHH” I screamed as I looked at the gleaming jet-black hair that adorned their luxuriant armpits. I started stuffing my cock into Beth’s mouth while Brian shoved his cock deep into his mother’s mouth. In unison we fucked heir mouths while they had their arms aloft showing the jet-black bushy hair in their armpits.

Neither Brian nor me could hold back as we took our cocks out and sprayed our sperm into their bushy armpits.

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He stood there staring at me from across the warehouse, as I sat sharpening a flay. There was clearly a lot on his mind, a lot! The guards all looked at me, not liking the fact that I had such a dangerous object in my hand. Eventually, the boy came over, taking a deep breath.

“Okay…” Devari began, “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” I responded, continuing to sharpen the blade, “You know…”

“Tell me why the worst mass killing in recent Azerbaijani history took place last night and you had everything to do with it? What are you doing here and will it have adverse affects on how I operate?” He asked.

“You can rest easy… I’m a slave… nothing more, nothing less…” I sighed. Devari’s eyes penetrated deeply as he just stood there staring. He was trying hard to figure me out but couldn’t.

“That guy that came last night and you… I knew you were going to do something crazy, but a fucking mass murder? That’s insane even for the gutter shit that happens in this city! Why? What warranted the killing?” He persisted.

“Look,” I began, “There are worse things going on… What we had to do last night, I’m not proud of it but I was left with no other choice… Let’s leave it at that.”

“I’m not trying to guilt you in any case. I understand all too well about having to do ugly things because you live in an ugly truth! That’s this entire lifestyle… I just need to know where I stand in this.” He said, “Like, I let you do your thing… It was a stupid leadership decision on my part, and I come back the next day hearing about a mass slaying at the Official Guard…”

A thin smile spread across my face.

“What all did you hear?” I asked, wanting details from him. The question jarred Devari, he realizing his impression of me was all wrong.

“I heard,” He began, “That there was no trace of the culprit, no word of who did it and no survivors. It was just death. Some sources say that they were harboring a valuable prisoner which was what this was all about. That prisoner was said to be you which doesn’t make since you are here! I’m beyond a doubt confused…”

It made me laugh. The truth was definitely skewed but due to this place being so small, of course some facts would get out.

“Wow…” I said, still laughing. Devari looked at me, disgust on his face.

“You’re just evil…” He chuckled.

“…And you’re not?” I asked back.

“I mean, I am. But it’s a shock from you! You seem so innocent, so unknowing. I should have known you were lethal that time you kicked the fuck out of my ass back in the Blessed Lands. And how you killed a seven foot tall nearly four hundred pound man. Did you come in here actually knowing what would happen?” He asked.

“Actually,” I said, putting the flay down on the desk, “No… No amount of knowledge prepared me for this shit… I hate it with all my gut…”

“I can definitely say it’s not or you.” He said with a chuckle, “You know, I’m not going to stop harassing you about what actually happened until you tell me? This makes little to no sense! Why are you here?”

“To lose my religion, be broken, become defeated, just to lose myself…” I shrugged, full of sarcasm. Devari rolled his eyes.

“Okay let me play it differently…” He said thinking hard, “Are you here looking for someone?”

“Nope…” I smiled.

“Are you here to find something?”

“Maybe…” It made him, think a bit more.

“Once you… accomplish what you’re trying to accomplish, what’s next?”

“I don’t know…” I shrugged, the boy seeing it was straight bullshit.

“Would you do to us what you did to the Official Headquarters?” He asked, full of concern. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My eyes casted deep rays into the boy’s mind. He tensed up, very nervous.

“Nope!” I said, a thin smile on my face.

“I don’t believe you for a fucking second!” He chuckled, full of fear. He paced around, completely distraught.

“Why are you panicking?” I asked. He stopped, looking at me.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re a MONSTER?” He said.

“I promise you I’m not. I’m not a monster, I just have a demon…” I responded, my eyes cutting deep. Devari and I stared at each other for a long time.

It was clear he didn’t know what to do with me. The very experienced slave handler was at his wits end with me. However something wasn’t right, something I was missing! I doubt he could possibly be this stressed over me! Something else had to be going on… And I was going to find out! However, I’d have to rein things in, bring down this nature of mine a few notches. These guards watched me like a hawk, very suspicious of everything I did.

As the days added up, their watch didn’t wain. The liberty I was rewarded went away and it was back to the vigors of this disgusting training. I sat in the training room in robes this time, Devari the same. Guards filled the room as Devari paced back and forth. I really didn’t want any part of this but I had to stick through Ankara bayan escort it.

“This week… You’re going through endurance training. Last week wasn’t too tough for you but this one might be. There will be times when you want to quit, times when what you do is uncomfortable, times when you’re completely exhausted. However, you are getting paid to endure some of the most bizarre, taboo and in some cases painful things. With that being said, you’ll be one of my upper echelon escorts where clients will have to adhere to stricter rules, so your training won’t be as vigirous as some of the lower echelon escorts.” Devari said, not sounding too enthused.

“Okay…” I shrugged, ready to get things underway.

Devari looked past me, to the guards, nodding. Moments later, a rather tall and lanky man was brought in. He had long, dark, shaggy hair and looked menacing. He looked at me, smirked then his eyes darted away.

“This is the Wolf…” Devari said, looking at me eyeing the man head to toe, “Go on… get up… shake hands. You’ll be getting quite acquainted with each other, this week.”

“Hi… I’m Summer…” I said, reaching to shake his hand.

“As you know, I’m the Wolf…” The hairy man said triumphantly. It was a bit off putting but he seemed to have worked hard for the title so it wasn’t too cringe inducing.

“Sooooo?” I began, slowly turning to Devari.

“You’re just ready to get things started, I see. Well first thing you’ll be learning, is how to orally satisfy a man…” Devari said.

“Eeeew.” I responded, arms folded.

“I knew you’d say that.” Devari chuckled, “Okay… So I’m going to start off by telling you a few rules of the trade. The first rule, you want to keep your mouth on it at all times. When you take your mouth off of it, it breaks the sensation and the rushes go away. Second rule, you want to line your bottom jaw with your tongue and make sure your tongue wraps around the dick. This is because of teeth! Teeth are the arch nemesis of penis!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The way he described it was just comical.

“Third rule, you want to focus on the head of the penis. That’s where all the sensitive stuff is that makes everything really electric. Fourth rule, suck with modest pressure. Some people like a ton of pressure others, are really sensitive little cunts that can’t take a hard blowing. So be modest…” Devari continued.

“Be modest? That’s a hard thing to imagine considering someone’s cock is expected to be in my mouth.” I refuted.

“It has to be done…” Devari shrugged with an eyeroll, “Rule five, don’t try and swallow the whole dick. That takes practice… Use your hands and gently twist as you suck. It’s a very, very, VERY good feeling when that happens. Sixth, don’t spit…swallow!”

“Swallow?” I asked, daunted.

“Yes… Swallow.” Devari said, sternly.

“That’s just… WHY?” I asked, nervous. Devari began to smile.

“Surely you can’t be daunted by something as swallowing seeds when you’ve killed men…?” Devari asked.

“That’s not the same… Killing men doesn’t have a taste.” I said with a shutter. Devari burst out laughing, clenching his head.

“You are a character… It’s not that bad… Trust me.” He said walking over. He got on his hands and knees, gently spreading my legs.

At his touch, my member went from flaccid to erect! I felt so ashamed… He looked at me with a warm grin before slowly beginning to suck my shaft. Almost immediately, I clenched my eyes, the sensation sending shudders through my body.

“Fuck!” I let out, as Devari sucked and sucked. He was vigorous, his head bobbing with enough force to shake my body.

It wasn’t long before that infamous tingle began to intensify. My eyes clenched even tighter as the boy literally sucked the semen from my shaft. Soon it was over. I opened my eyes to see Devari just staring at me.

“I followed all the rules I told you… Your reaction will be guaranteed on anyone if you follow those directions.” Devari said.

“Why would I want to do this?” I asked, struggling to wrap my head around this.

“Maybe it’s your youth, but I will say this much. It does something to your soul to know you can pull a reaction like this out of somebody… It’s an almost vampiristic thing! You eventually crave the sensation of control, to be able to make someone feel the intensity of climax with just your lips… or anything for that matter. It’s one that I think even your regal ways won’t be able to resist! Knowing how to please is something you will be proud of, be boastful over!” Devari smiled.

“I still don’t see why I’d want that…” I responded.

“That feeling you felt, that intensity, that jolt… Don’t you want to be able to do that to someone else?” Devari asked.

“It’s not really on my bucket list. I mean sex and pleasure matter very little to me…” I shrugged. It staggered Devari.

“Wow… You need to lighten up, let loose and just enjoy it!” Devari advised.

“I Escort bayan Ankara enjoy it,” I began, “When it’s with someone special, someone I have built some history with… I’m having a hard time just putting myself out there for a stranger! How animalistic is that?”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s raw animalistic passion! The primary purpose of this place is to get that primal sex drive out, to exploit one’s sexual attraction to others to the maximum. It’s that simple…” He said back.

“But that’s wrong…”

“How is that wrong?” He smiled warmly, “That’s denying humans the right to be humans? It’s wrong to suppress one’s sexual urges and nature… This place, is a safe place for them to do it!”

“I guess…” I said with an eyeroll, just unable to see it his way.

“With that being said, you’re going to need some practice and the Wolf will help you. I got some errands to run so I’ll be back…” Devari said getting up, “Don’t kill anyone!”

“I’ll be a good boy…” I smiled. Devari paused, shocked I’d say something like that.

“Whatever…” He said leaving.

The Wolf looked at me, taking me in from head to toe. He took a deep breathe before beginning to speak.

“You know the native tongue fluently… You seem educated… What is going on, here?” He asked, his accent thick and Slavic, “How can you be a slave?”

“I can say the same for you…” I responded, looking at him with the same suspicion he drew at me.

“I don’t know the native tongue all that well. I had to learn it when I got here…” The Wolf said, pacing around.

“Why do they call you the Wolf?” I asked.

“It’s just the way I look. I don’t shave and I have long hair… The name stuck.” He smiled with a shrug.

“Interesting…” I said with slight sarcasm.

“Well,” The Wolf began, “Let’s get things underway…” He pulled down his pants revealing a healthy sized cock. It wasn’t too big but big enough to cause problems on someone like me who lacked experience.

“I really don’t want to do this…” I said to myself as he approached.

Gently I caressed his penis in my hands, hesitant to bring it closer to my mouth. I looked up at him.

“It won’t hurt you… Just put it in your mouth…” He said. I rolled my eyes, doing so. I was trying to remember all of what Devari had said but actually doing this made me forget it all. All I could do was just feel the soft tasteless cock on my mouth. It was almost disgusting! I withdrew shaking my head.

“Fuck!” I shuttered.

“Comeon…” He coaxed. I went back on it, his cock still soft, “You want to actually suck it… you know instead of just letting it sit in your mouth…”

I wanted to knock the fuck out of him for saying that but some form of restraint kept me from doing it. I did what was told, moving up and down his shaft with the pressure from my jaws. Slowly but surely, his cock began to stiffen filling my mouth until I was only able to get it about halfway down my throat.

“Remember, teeth…” He warned, I suddenly laid my tongue down to line my lower jaw. The Wolf began to nod, feeling I was beginning to do this right.

After several minutes of this, my jaw began to become uncomfortable. How anyone could enjoy this was beyond me. It truly was terrible…

“This is boring…” The Wolf said. Slowly, I looked up at him, growing tired of his remarks. He began to smile, “That’s right! Look me in the eye when you’re sucking my cock…”

I cracked, having to withdraw from laughter. Quickly I regained my composure going back on it. I don’t know what I did, but the man seized tightly as my lips went over the head of his shaft.

“Shit…” He whispered. It was strange! In that little instance, his whole body had jolted. A part of me wanted to make him do this again!

As I grew more comfortable, the things Devari said began to come back to me. I placed a hand on the Wolf’s shaft and began sucking mainly just the tip. Slowly, I began to twist back and forth the Wolf seizing up and thrusting towards the back of my throat. His body trembled involuntarily as I continued.

“FUCK!” He said out, his face wadded up with pleasure.

A salty taste began to fill my mouth. I couldn’t help but to think he was leaking pee but I said nothing… After several minutes, a fluid filled the back of my throat. I choked hard, pushing the Wolf away as this disgusting tasting fluid flooded from both my mouth and nose. I slowly looked at him, filled with rage.

“You ejaculated in my mouth…” I hissed.

“And you can’t expect for me not to when you’re doing what you just did! You’re a quick study…” He said, “Next time though, don’t spit…”

“I didn’t spit I CHOKED!” I yelled back.

“Same shit!” He responded, getting a cloth from the table. He came over, tossing it to me.

“That was fucking disgusting…” I said, the taste refusing to leave my mouth.

“Grow up… You’ll be doing it all day.” He sighed. He was right. I would be doing Bayan escort Ankara this all day and complaining wouldn’t make it any better.

“It’s like thick piss… Thick piss that just can’t leave your mouth!” I said, having to get out that last complaint. The Wolf shielded his face as he laughed.

“If you actually enjoyed this, you’d be a joy to work with…” He said.

“There’s nothing pleasurable out of sucking a penis for the person sitting there sucking the penis…” I said back, giving him a dead eye.

“There is! Like boss was saying, there’s a level of control you have over that person when you are fellating them. You control the amount of pleasure they feel.” He clarified.

“Okay.” I nodded, this putting things into a different perspective, “Still disgusting but okay…”

“You’ll get over it… You Illisians always do…” He shrugged.

“What do you mean we Illisians always do?” I asked, looking at him intently.

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” He began.

“I mean, are there more here?” I asked.

“Shit yeah! Illisians are our number one thrill. You’re the only male though which is strange! Our Illisians are the most sought after and as a result the most pricey of all the escorts. You, from what I’ve heard, might have the highest premium yet!” He responded.

“Interesting…” I said, my mind beginning to plot.

“Why?” The Wolf asked, finding this odd.

“Just curious…” I shrugged, “I mean you said we always get over it, implying that I’m not the only Illisian here.”

“Okay…” The Wolf nodded, “You ready for this again?”

“I kind of don’t have a choice…?” I said.

The Wolf rolled his eyes as we reset. I did all I had done before, making eye contact, using my hands and being gentle.

“Inhale through your mouth…” The wolf advised. I did so, a rush of cool air running over his shaft, “FUCK!” He placed his hands on the back of my head, thrusting slowly into my throat. It was hard not to gag and my jaw was really feeling it but I kept going.

“Okay…” He said, “Run your fingers across my balls… gently!”

I did so. The Wolf closed his eyes, tilting his head back as I sucked and sucked. This time, it took him nearly an hour to cum. When he did, his load wasn’t as big as last time. It was far more manageable and I wasn’t choking from it so I couldn’t be too upset. It still didn’t change the fact that there was semen in my mouth.

“You Illisians…” The Wolf began, “With your high and mighty, regal ways, are hands down the most sexually talented people on the planet…”

I rolled my eyes, getting up.

“I’m not doing this any more. We’re done for the day.” I said.

“Can you help me up?” He asked. I turned, sighing, extending out my hand.

“Why?” I asked.

“Orgasms repetitively can be zapping…” He said, yanking me down on top of him. He pulled me in close for a kiss.

“Nope…” I said, driving my knee into his gut. He clenched his aching belly as I got back up, “Just stay there…”

“Why you gotta be so difficult… No fun after practicing?” He chuckled, still sounding short of breathe.

“No…” I said back.

The door opened, Devari having returned. He looked glum, his luxurious golden skin giving way to a weak pale look. He looked to his guards and supervisors with a smile.

“We need to have a meeting…” He said.

“Okay boss…” Mardee said.

“Me too?” The Wolf asked, getting to his feet. Devari looked at him for a while.

“Yeah…” He finally said.

The Wolf grabbed a robe, heading out after them all.

“Ummm?” I said out, everyone forgetting I was here. Devari turned to me.

“Just… don’t destroy shit…” He shrugged, leaving. He was in an obvious hurry.

He left me alone with the lesser guards. I put on my robes, heading out of the room. Whatever was going on seemed quite important. However I had my own important things to attend to. Constantly looking back over my shoulder, I went to the reception desk. To my surprise the entrance to the warehouse was locked and secured.

“Weird…” I noted, heading to the desk. I opened it, looking for anything that would be indicative of what was going on here as well as my sister. The only thing here were those shitty soul sucking contracts, an appointment log, a check out log and a roster. Going over the information, it was a shock to see a good three-fourths of the the slaves and escorts checked out.

What was this check out process? Some of them had been checked out for months, some being due back in the coming weeks. It was beyond confusing, too confusing to try and understand right now. I left the reception desk, heading back to the warehouse space, sitting on a workbench.

Not long afterwards, Devari and his workers came out of one of the rear offices. I watched them, Devari heading to the rear exit of the warehouse, putting on a coat. The upper guards went to the posts, the Wolf coming over to the workbench I was sitting on. He just sat there, deep in thought.

Soon it was just us alone in there. He slowly turned to me.

“So big boss… hasn’t come back yet and he’s past due his already past due return date. Everyone is presuming he’s dead.” The Wolf revealed.

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This story is part of a series. If you haven’t read the previous chapters, click my username above. If you’ve been following the story, you will know that this chapter is the one where Dan explores his recently-discovered bisexual fantasies. If male on male sexual contact is something you do not want to read about, I would strongly recommend that you skip this chapter. All characters are 18 or older. Thank you for reading.

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Aunt Sandi – PART 22

It was nearly time to leave for my visit with Tom and Lisa and I was in the bathroom peeing when Amy suddenly ran in excitedly and came up right beside me. I could sense her excitement with whatever it was she was wanting to show to me.

She surprised me so much that I turned and nearly peed all over the floor, just barely managing not to. She giggled excitedly. “Oh sorry! You have to see these! She did it!”

She held up her phone to where I could see and it was a picture of a girl wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties, facing with her back to the camera and bent slightly over with her arm covering her naked breasts. I stared for a second and then Amy brought her hand up and swiped to the next picture.

This one took my breath away. It was Jenna showing off in a frontal view and she had the cutest sexy grin as she looked down in what looked like slight embarrassment, this time with her tits completely exposed with incredibly hard nipples.

All I could say was, “Holy fuck!”

Amy giggled again. “I know!”

She swiped again and the next picture was from behind, but this time Jenna’s panties had been pushed down her thighs until they were bunched around her knees, leaving her otherwise completely naked and showing off her ass. Her swollen pussy lips were clearly visible and her asshole was just peeking through as well. My inner photographer thought of various lighting solutions as I stared at the beautiful and sexy sight before me. My cock was already mostly hard as I reached down and flushed the toilet.

Amy looked at me to make sure I was ready and she said, “Okay, if you think that was hot…”

I couldn’t imagine what could possibly be more hot than that as she swiped one last time, but as usual I was wrong. Jenna was sitting on her bed, with her knees drawn up to her chest to where they obscured her nipples, but there was a clear view of her dripping wet pussy as well as a much clearer view of her tight little asshole. It was very clear from her flushed chest that she was very turned on, and the seductive look on her face and the absence of any hint of embarrassment agreed with that. She had spread her outer labia open with her fingers and glistening juices could clearly be seen. She looked like she was seconds away from coming and it made my cock painfully hard with arousal.

I reached down and gripped my hard cock and stroked it slightly. Amy’s hand joined mine and whispered, “Wouldn’t you love to be inside her?”

“You know I would, but right now I need to be inside you.”

Amy smiled and removed her hand and put her phone down. “Shouldn’t you be saving it for Mom and Dad? And yeah, I never thought I’d say those words. Like, ever.”

I was too turned on to listen to reason at this point. Several times during the afternoon I had gotten Amy off with my tongue or fingers but had resisted doing anything for myself, however now after seeing those pictures of Jenna the pressure was too much. My entire body was pulsating with arousal, not just my cock.

Wordlessly I gave Amy a look and moved toward her, taking her and physically turning her around and bending her over the sink counter. She gasped loudly as I yanked her panties aside with one hand and spit on the other to get my cock wet and pushed inside her as if my life depended on it.

Amy grunted loudly in a mixture of pleasure and pain and I felt her body tense as my entire length quickly entered her pussy, finally bottoming out before I pulled almost all of the way out of her and then rammed it home again, causing her to gasp and moan loudly, “Mmmmfffffooooohhhh shit Danny!”

Amy’s hair was down and I decided I would gather it up in my hand and pull it tightly while I fucked her. I tugged her hair into my hand and looked into the big mirror in front of us and saw her face, which was flushed with her eyes closed and a serene look on her face. There was only a slight hint of the pain she was feeling in her expression.

I continued to pound her until her first orgasm overtook her, her pussy contracting strongly around my cock and gushing squirt all over us. Somewhere in my mind I pictured Lisa’s face and slowed down slightly. I took a deep breath and came to a stop, still all the way inside Amy and moving ever so slightly. It felt incredible.

I swallowed hard and whispered breathlessly, “Yeah… I guess I should wait.” I relaxed the tension on Amy’s hair and she opened her eyes. She looked at me in the reflection in the mirror and said softly with a slight tremble in Ankara escort her voice, “That was so hot! That’s the hardest I came all day baby.”

I leaned over and pulled her back to standing and turned her around to face me and kissed her. “I love you, Sweetness.”

“I love you too. You better go before you have second thoughts. I may keep you.” She smiled as I held her tightly against me.

She looked up at me questioningly. “Do you think while you’re gone I could run over and visit Kayla? I could get more milk,” she said hopefully with a grin.

I smiled widely and said, “That’s a great idea.”

“Besides, even though I’ve come like six times today, I’m still horny as fuck and she needs lots and lots of practice between my thighs.” She giggled and I squeezed her more tightly.

I kissed her forehead and released her and started heading out to the bedroom to get dressed to leave. She was already texting Kayla to see if she could visit and walked behind me and sat on the bed as I pulled a comfortable t-shirt over my head.

Amy’s phone buzzed with a near-instant reply from Kayla, which Amy read aloud. “Oh my gosh yes! Just you?” I smiled at Kayla’s obvious excitement.

They exchanged a few more texts and got everything settled for Amy’s visit.

We walked together to the garage and kissed goodbye and then I was off.

I tried the best I could to not speed down the freeway on the way there, and my mind wandered through all of the things we might do and I had several uncomfortable erections. When I finally pulled into the empty spot in the driveway next to Lisa’s little Mustang it was just before 4 pm, and my underwear was wet with the precum that had been leaking from the tip of my cock and from Amy’s juices I had forgotten to wipe off.

My heart was pounding as I thought ahead to what might happen tonight. I told myself that this is what I wanted and I might as well try to relax and have fun.

Lisa must have been anxiously watching through the window for me to arrive because the door opened and I saw her waiting there and looking at me expectantly. I grabbed my backpack and hastily jumped out and smiled at her as I approached.

Once I was close enough to talk to her in a low voice that no one could overhear I tried my best to sound genuinely disappointed and said, “You have clothes on, slut.”

I must have sounded convincing because her mouth dropped open and she was suddenly flustered as she closed the door. “Oh… Um, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize I was supposed to…”

I kept with the dominant voice and cut her off. “Did I permit you to speak, slut?” I looked sharply into her eyes and she knew I wasn’t playing around. She looked down shamefully as she frantically stripped off her clothes. Once she was naked I took her by the arm roughly and led her to the couch, where I sat down and pulled her over my lap. She knew what was about to happen and breathed deeply as she arched her back so that her ass was sticking up. She was obviously a good girl but she needed to remember her place.

“That’s more like it. Is your ass prepared for me?” I asked in my authoritative tone.

“Yeah… um, yes, sir.”

“Show me.”

I could already clearly see the base of the plug protruding from her asshole but I wanted to humiliate her further and have her spread her cheeks open widely for me to inspect her, and she reached back and did just that.

I said, “I’m pleased your ass is ready, but whenever I arrive, I expect my sluts to be naked. Since you weren’t…”

I rubbed each of her cheeks softly and said softly, “Count the strikes.”

I raised my hand and brought it down hard with a loud crack, causing her to yelp and jump forward slightly, followed quickly by her announcement of “One!” I switched back and forth between her cheeks and could start to see her skin starting to turn pink. Every so often I would pause and caress her ass lovingly. “You know I’m only doing this for your own good, to make you into the very best slut you can be, don’t you?”

“I know, sir,” came her immediate reply. Her voice was trembling and she was on the verge of tears.

I grasped the plug and gently tugged on it slowly and repeatedly, subtly fucking her with it but not enough to pull it out, eliciting repeated pleasurable moans from her.

When the count reached thirty, with both of her cheeks a nice bright red color, I said, “That’s enough for now.”

Lisa turned and looked back at me, wiped her tears away and sniffled. She surprised me by saying meekly, “Thank you, sir. May I suck your cock? I want to please you and show you that I’m your good slut. Please.”

“Do you believe that substandard sluts should be rewarded with my cock?”

Her body subtly slumped in a way that clearly showed how disappointed she was at hearing the word ‘substandard’. She said very contritely, “I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll do better next time. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise.”

I could tell that she Ankara escort bayan sincerely meant it and said approvingly, “Good girl. You may suck me for a minute.”

She moaned and licked her lips in preparation, sliding down into a kneeling position on the floor and working quickly to undo my belt. I raised up so she could pull my pants and underwear down to free my still very hard cock and gave an approving sound as she saw how wet the tip was. When she got the head in her mouth she looked up at me and started really getting into it. She was moaning and using her tongue very enthusiastically. It almost seemed like she was trying her best to get me to come quickly, and in fact it was almost no time at all before I felt the inevitable stirring and the pressure building just before the point of no return. It was my turn to moan loudly and put my head back and close my eyes. Just as I recognized the familiar sensations of my muscles tensing to make my body release a torrent of semen into her mouth, I knew I needed to stop immediately.

I grasped her head and gently lifted her off of me and breathed deeply. “That’s enough for now.” As it was, precum was profusely leaking from me.

Lisa smiled widely and licked her lips. “I tasted Amy on you. It was so good. Sorry I got a little carried away, sir.”

I smiled and looked deeply into her eyes, deciding to step out of the roleplay for a bit. “It’s okay. Let’s drop all the sir talk for a bit and you come up here.”

Her beaming smile returned as she sprung up and carefully sat down on my lap and melted into my arms. Our lips met and we moaned into each other’s mouths as we kissed passionately.

Finally, when the kiss broke she hugged me as tight as she could and whispered in my ear, “Oh my god I love you.”

I squeezed her tightly and whispered back, “I love you too.” I meant it wholeheartedly, and she knew.

Lisa finally loosened her death grip around me and wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed very passionately for several more minutes.

Finally, she backed up a bit and said in a low voice, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m a little overwhelmed right now. How is it that my life hasn’t been this way all along? I… I think I need regular disciplining because every ounce of stress I had before is gone, and I don’t feel like I have a care in the world. I’m so grateful you’re in my life.” After a short reflective pause, she added, “In our lives.”

“I’m grateful too. You’re so amazing.”

She smiled and let out a long, contented sigh. She said softly, “We should go shower and get dressed before Tom gets here. He’s really excited about tonight too, you know.”

I didn’t feel like I should hide my own excitement and said, “I’m excited too. I hope it all goes okay.”

She giggled and said, “Don’t worry. Sucking a dick is pretty easy, and with how intuitive you are with every other sex thing I’m sure you’ll do great.”

I laughed softly and hoped she was right.

We got showered and dressed and Tom arrived not long after. His demeanor around me seemed completely different, more comfortable and familiar. He smiled at us as he hugged and kissed Lisa hello, and then he came over and hugged me as well. He softly said, “Hey, how’s it going? Been having fun with my wife already?”

Lisa giggled and I said, “Only a little. We’ve been waiting for you.”

His face lit up at that. “Well, good! You guys hungry? I’m grilling us up some ribeyes for dinner. I’m gonna go out and get the grill started and take a quick shower while it heats up.”

He headed off toward the kitchen and Lisa said to me, “Come on, I need to get the ‘tatoes started.”

She already had a large bowl of potatoes sitting in water in the fridge and got them out and started preparing them. Tom came back inside a minute later and hugged Lisa from behind while rubbing her ass and said, “I’ll be down in a few.”

With a quick kiss on the back of her neck he strode away, glancing at me and smiling as he did.

Lisa pulled the steaks out of the fridge to let them start to come up to room temperature and continued making the potatoes. I asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

“Sure, why don’t you set the table. I hope you like Lyonnaise potatoes. It’s another one of Jillian’s recipes.”

I smiled and said, “If it’s JJ’s recipe, I’m sure I’ll love it, but I’ve never heard of that. What did you call them?”

“Lyonnaise. It’s a French dish. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love ’em.”

The way they were already smelling I had a feeling she was right, and as I was getting the glasses down Tom came through and said, “Thanks for getting out the steaks. Hey Dan, once you get done there come on out and check out the new grill. You should see what a great job you helped out on.”

I finished putting out the silverware and headed outside. Tom had the grill lid open and I could feel the heat. The meat sizzled as he used the tongs and set the steaks down on the grate.

I noticed Escort Ankara there were little metal things sticking out of each piece of meat and he noticed me looking and said, “Those are wireless temperature probes. Check it out.”

He turned and picked up a small device and showed it to me. It had an LCD readout that showed the current temperature of the meat. He clicked a button and said, “This cycles through each sensor and I can set it to alarm when they get up to temp. Pretty neat, right? Lisa got me these for Christmas last year.”

“Those really are cool. It takes the guesswork out of it.”

He nodded and said, “Yep. And I assume you like your steak medium-rare?” He stared at me expectantly.

Thankfully I did and he smiled widely. “Oh, thank goodness. I wasn’t sure if I could stand a son-in-law who likes well-done steak or something crazy.”

I laughed and said, “I’m not a heathen.” He laughed loudly at that remark.

After a few minutes Tom flipped the steaks and before long everything was ready. We headed back in and Lisa commented, “Oh my, those look perfect.”

Dinner was nothing short of amazing. The Lyonnaise potatoes were delicious and the steak was tender and juicy. During dinner we all just talked about random things like house searching, Sandi’s new job, and construction. Nothing sexual was brought up, and before long we were finished.

Clean up was pretty quick and easy and I could feel the tension slowly start to build. Several times I glanced at Lisa and she smiled back with growing passion. When she pushed the dishwasher door closed she turned around and looked at both Tom and me. “Are we ready to have some fun?”

Neither of us really had to answer as she came over and softly kissed him first, and then me. She took our hands and led us toward the stairs.

When we got to the bedroom, Lisa turned around and drew both Tom and me in close to her and said softly, “Well, here we are. We all know what this night is about, and I want you both to know how proud I am of you for having the confidence and courage to explore new territory.” She looked back and forth between us in the eyes and said, “Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to change your mind…”

Tom interrupted first, “I’m sure, baby. I’ve fantasized about this for longer than I’d care to admit, and if it’s going to happen with anyone, I trust him the most to keep this between us.”

I said, “That’s just how I feel too, except I’ve only really been turned on to the idea for a little while now.”

Lisa nodded in understanding. She smiled and looked back and forth between us for another few seconds before finally saying, “Then undress me first. Both of you.”

Tom and I slowly and sensually undressed Lisa, kissing her soft skin as we did. When she was naked she said in a near whisper, “I’ve always wanted this.” She put both of her hands under her breasts and lifted them up, offering them to us.

Tom and I both leaned over and took a nipple into our mouth, licking and sucking, alternating between being gentle and being firm. Lisa purred in satisfaction as we suckled her, running her hands through our hair.

After several minutes of this, she said, “Undress for me. Let me see those hard cocks.”

Unlike Lisa’s disrobing, ours could only be described as expedient. In just a few seconds Tom and I were standing next to each other naked, with our cocks jutting out in front of us obscenely.

Lisa sank to her knees and took us both in her hands as she pulled us closely together until our tips were touching. She stuck out her tongue and rubbed each of our cocks against it. It felt nothing short of amazing as she took one, then the other, and then both of us inside her mouth. Again and again she rubbed the tips of our cocks together and I had to admit that it felt amazingly smooth and sent shivers through my body.

Lisa asked us, “How does it feel when I do this?” She spit on the end of Tom’s cock and rubbed it really firmly against mine and I moaned loudly because it felt so incredible. Tom was visibly trembling at this point. He said in a near-whisper, “It feels so good.”

I felt Lisa’s hand on mine as she guided it towards Tom’s cock. I didn’t need any more guidance and just reached down and took it in my hand and softly began stroking it. Just as I had started I felt his hand on me doing the same thing.

Lisa said forcefully yet softly, “Oh my god that is so hot!”

I closed my eyes and continued slowly stroking Tom’s cock. It was a strange sensation but definitely a nice one. I closed my eyes and moaned as I heard Tom do the same. Lisa got under us and began to lick our balls alternately and before long I started getting close.

I managed to get out, “This is really nice but I don’t wanna come like this.”

I looked down at Lisa and she nodded. “Come on, let’s go on the bed.”

We got on the bed and Lisa said, “I have an idea.” She lay back and motioned to Tom who immediately sank his cock into her pussy. She moaned and said, “Don’t come in me, baby. You know where you really want to come.”

Tom nodded and moaned his response and thrust gently into her for a few minutes until he said, “I’m almost there.”

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My grandmother was in the middle of a gaggle of ten sisters. Eight of them were big hipped, elbows out, old maids. Only my grandmother and Aunt Ruth had ever been married. Only Aunt Ruth was petite. Aunt Mable was the only huge one.

As a child, I loved to visit Aunt Ruth and Uncle Clint. Clint was by far my favorite uncle back then because he blew smoke rings from his cigars. As a child, I did not recognize him as an Archie Bunker prototype but I guess he was. Aunt Ruth was also my favorite; she kept root beer on hand for me. I am not sure that I was as much of a fan of root beer as I was the way she always said, “A boy needs a root beer.” Suddenly that root beer had tremendous value. Aunt Ruth was the coolest relative that I had and I loved her.

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Time raced forward to adult-hood. Well, some say boys remain boys. But whatever happened with my maturity or lack of, I visited Ruth and Clint with my first wife. A couple years later I brought my second wife for a visit and Clint disappeared. I heard later that he was intolerant of my spousal change and had gone to his workshop in the basement. Then he retired and they bought a trailer in a mobile home park in Florida.

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Meanwhile my second marriage failed. I am writing this story so it would be easy to blame the two wives but the marriage failures were more my fault than theirs.

I was building cross country time for my commercial pilot license so I made a trip to the Bahamas and stopped for a visit with Ruth and Clint in Florida. The flight out to the islands, a few days island hopping and returning part way up the Florida coast was without incident. Then a large line of storms across Northern Florida blocked my route.

When I landed at an airport near Ruth and Clint and called them to pick me up, it was the first time that I actually recognized Clint’s hostility. I told him to never mind. Then after a conversation with flight service, I decided that I could go IFR above the storm. It wasn’t that high and I would be past it half way up Georgia.

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It was another couple years when I got a call from Aunt Ruth; Clint had died and she wanted to pay me to move her home to New Hampshire. I would not think of taking her money. I had a truck that I did local moves with so I loaded it with packing material and headed for Florida. It was a lot of mixed feelings for the long drive. My one time favorite uncle had died, but it was nice to know that I would not have to deal with him and his attitude while I was there.

When I arrived at the trailer, Aunt Ruth grabbed me and held on with her arms around me for too long. She was shaking and crying. She was pressed tight against me and my cock was swelling. I was embarrassed and afraid that she would feel my manhood pressing against her stomach. How could she help it?

After we broke apart, Aunt Ruth made coffee and we sat down to drink it.

“Aunt Ruth, I am so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, Bruce?”

“Well, because I did not control myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. I am complemented that an old lady like me could do that to a young, handsome man. It has been about 15 years since I have felt one. Clint has been sexless since long before we moved to Florida. I will just have to be more careful around you, Ankara bayan escort now that I know how easily aroused you are.”

We both laughed and talked about what had gone on in our lives. Ruth had not wanted to move to Florida but she was old school; follow your husband. I told her that my failed marriages were probably my fault and she said that Clint hated me for it. He only saw black and white and he never forgave.

“But how do you feel about it, Aunt Ruth? That is a lot more important to me.”

“Bruce, I have loved you since you were born. When your grandmother brought you for a visit, it made my day.”

“You were always my favorite aunt, but you must have known that. I remember Nana scolding me for saying it in front of the other aunts. It was confusing to me back then because she taught me to tell the truth and then got mad when I did.”

“I remember when she scolded you for that. It was because you hurt my sister’s feelings. Let’s watch television.”

There was plenty of room on the love seat for two of us but she sat against me. I was trying to be respectful but I was getting aroused again. Her petite body was nice for a woman almost 70 years old. Her small tits sagged but the rest could just as well been nineteen years old; especially her legs. As she lay against my chest, my arm slipped around her. Again, my cock was swollen out of control. My only hope was that Aunt Ruth did not see it. As we got involved in the show, I lost track of what I was doing. Then suddenly I realized that I was holding her tit and it felt good. Was she unaware that I was holding her breast or was she pretending not to notice? I just continued holding it for a good half hour. By then my manhood was trying to bust out of my pants. Then my grandmother’s sister suddenly realized what we were doing and said, “Oh, I am so sorry Bruce. It felt so good!”

“Yes, Aunt Ruth. It felt wonderful to me too. I need to be more respectful. Maybe I should bring some of the packing material in so that we can get started in the morning.”

By the time I finished she was in a nightgown. “She said, go ahead and take the bed. I will curl up on the loveseat.” By the time I finished my shower, she was asleep on the loveseat. There was no excuse for my behavior that followed. I knelt beside her and started kissing her on the lips. My hand slipped between her legs and started playing with her pussy through her nightgown and panties. She was moaning and pushing against my hand. I found my way inside the nightgown and pushed her panties aside. My finger entered her wet pussy, up to the knuckle and my thumb found her clit. I continued fucking her with my finger for several minutes while sucking on her tit that had snuck out of her nightgown.

Suddenly she jumped up and yelled, “Bruce, what are you doing?”

Pretending half consciousness, I said, “What, OH! I am so sorry Aunt Ruth! What happened?” What did I do? Did I hurt you?”

“No you did not hurt me. In fact it felt wonderful, but we should not do that. Go to bed”

As I lay in bed, I felt her get in bed behind me and cuddle. Then she said, “Don’t turn around or we might do bad things again.”

I was sure that I wanted to be respectful. I think? But my cock was swollen again. After a while, I rolled over and kissed her on Escort bayan Ankara the lips. She said, “This is dangerous. I better lay back to you.” But that proved to be more dangerous. My love stick was pressed in her but crack. I was gently rubbing it against the woman I had loved all my life.

We spent a long time like that, but when I tried to push her panties aside, she fought me a little and I took them off. Then I could easily rub the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips. She became very wet and I pushed my swollen member into her hungry pussy. But it was only for an instant. She pulled away and said, “No, we cannot do this. It is wrong, no matter how good it feels.”

“Yes, it is wrong Aunt Ruth, but we both want it and who will ever know?”

“GOD will know Bruce. Maybe Clint will know. You and I will know what we have done.” She ran back to the couch.

I could not sleep with my boner, so my load was spent in the toilet bowl. My memory of the few seconds inside my aunt was all I could think about. Was it really that good or did a lifetime of loving her magnify my feelings? Maybe both were the answer. By now I realized that I was craving her. More than I would ever crave a woman half her age.

She made coffee and cooked breakfast for us in the morning. We ate in silence. Then we started packing her knick knacks and souvenirs. She had a lot to pack and we could not finish in one day. Evening found us eating the diner she had cooked and watching television.

My hand was caressing her inner thigh and she was moaning. I put her hand on my excited love stick and she jumped. Then she said, “Clint and I never did any of this. He never touched me until we were married and then he just did what he wanted and rolled over asleep. I never knew there could be any pleasure in it for me. That is making it hard for me to obey my moral training. The fact that I have loved you all your life makes it even harder.”

“Yes, I have the same problem Aunt Ruth. I love you so much and my dick has been hard almost all the time here.”

“Yes and I have been wet down there over the last two days. That is a new experience for me. Clint just stuck it in and got his satisfaction. It hurt because I was so dry. I heard girl talk but never experienced any pleasure.”

We went on watching television and I kissed her on the lips a lot. Her inner thigh felt good as my hand continued to caress her soft flesh. My hand was moving from her inner knee almost to her pussy and back down. After several minutes my journey actually touched her pussy on each trip north. That is when I realized that she was not wearing panties. I stuck my finger in up past the knuckle and began fucking her with my finger. But she stopped me and said, “No, it is wrong.”

“But you don’t have any panties on.”

“I am sorry. I want to but we cannot do it. It is wrong.”

I went back to kissing and caressing her inner thigh. My free hand had found her little tit again and it all felt good. A lifetime of love and respect was turning into lust and craving. My lips found the soft skin on her inner thigh and then the wonderful spot beside her pussy. Then, as my tongue started liking her pussy lips I was in heaven and my grandmother’s sister was moaning loud. Her almost 70 year old pussy tasted great. Bayan escort Ankara By then she had both hands on the back of my head, pulling my face into her wet cunt. When she started shaking and pulling my face into her love nest harder, I licked harder and faster. I bit her clit and she screamed.

When Aunt Ruth’s orgasm subsided she said, “I am so sorry Bruce. I am so sorry. I am so ashamed. I am so sorry.”

“Why?”

“Because what I did was so wrong. I have done it to myself a few times, over the years, but never with a man. It felt so good that I could not control myself. Please forgive me.”

“Why? I did it to you and I am going to do it again.”

“No Bruce, we shouldn’t.”

“But we already did and we are going to do it again.”

My lips were working their way up her inner thigh and my finger was playing with her clit. She was pushing my face away from approaching her womanhood but with such little force that it had no effect. All the while, she kept softly saying, “No. No, we cannot do this.”

By then I was soaked with pre-cum and her vagina was full of woman juice. As I entered her, she let out a soft scream and pulled my hips into her. If anyone ever tells you that older women cannot be tight, do not believe it. She was very tight and I loved the feel of her pussy. She told me that Clint was a lot smaller. So maybe she was so tight because she had never been opened up. Every stroke was ecstasy. I wanted it to last forever!

That first session lasted over an hour. Every time my load was ready to explode, I changed positions. She had only done missionary with my uncle so there was a lot of new experiences for her. Finally, I filled my favorite aunt with my seed. It was a huge load that kept flowing and flowing, river after river. It felt like my eyes had turned around and my toes had curled up. The feeling was amazing.

As we lay cuddling in the afterglow, my swelling never went down. Later, we showered together, dried off and held each other. She said, “May I do that for you?”

“What?”

“You know. With my mouth on your sex like you did for me.”

“If you want to try, go ahead. If you don’t like it we can stop.”

Aunt Ruth was a natural. At first she gagged on my manhood but she soon mastered the art of cock sucking. She asked if she would like the taste and I told her to find out, so she started sucking harder and faster. When I couldn’t hold back any longer I said, “I’m coming!”

There was still plenty of juice left in my balls to fill her mouth and leave a stream running down each of her cheeks. She swallowed all she could and got on top of my still hard dick. As my bulb rubbed her entrance, I began to wonder if I would ever get enough of this woman I had loved all my life. It went in easier this time but she was still tight. She had learned cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and liked both positions. So she started riding me cowgirl until she came again.

After all night making love, we were too tired to cook breakfast, pack, load or much else so we went out to breakfast and returned to bed. When we woke up again it was mid afternoon. My manhood had found the way back into her tunnel of love and we both knew that we would not get any moving done that day.

We were supposed to give the keys to the mobile home park manager when we finished so she could sell Ruth’s home. We were supposed to call the relatives and let them know when we were headed north so they could worry about our travel. Instead, we spent the next few days watching television and making love.

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“I love you Tommy! I love you so damn much! And I want you, I want to make love to you…”

I was stunned for a moment. Did I hear that right? “Are you sure about this Mom?”

“Yes baby, I want this so much! I need you. But Tommy, I’m scared. I haven’t been this scared in a long fucking time…” She kissed me over and over again.

Oh wow! She really means it… Boy this is weird and still so fucking amazing! I had only just come to accept my Mom as a sexy woman a little less than twenty four hours ago.

I stood and poured us two more drinks. Mom downed her drink quickly and held out her goblet. I poured her another. This one she sipped as she strolled by the pool.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m gonna do this. I want to do this. Hell I need to do this… Oh how the fuck am I going to do this?” She turned back to me. “Tommy, I really haven’t had a reason to tell you this before, but I have to now.” She sipped her drink and tried to organize her thoughts. “I told you that I was not a virgin when your father date-raped me…”

“Mom,’ I interrupted, “There is no such thing as date-rape. It is rape, pure and simple.”

She quickly kissed me and then continued. “Well you’re right, of course. It was very difficult for me to see that because it was not my first as I said. You see Tommy when I was young, before I met ‘Slick’, well, for a very long time I was being abused by a male relative.”

“Mom, you don’t have to…”

“No, Tommy, I won’t say who, he is long dead. But you need to know that I was injured, damaged. I had some scarring in my vagina. The Doctors didn’t even let me try to deliver you, so I had to have a C-section.”

This was news to me, hell I hadn’t even noticed a scar. Of course it was eighteen years ago, but still…

“That is why I am afraid… All four of the men I have had sex with since then have been small to medium and I am ashamed to admit this but I always wanted more. Your Dad (really my Step Dad) was the biggest and the best lover I’ve ever had and he was just a little over six inches and nowhere as thick as you…”

I needed to shut her up so I pulled her to me and kissed her. I wrapped my right arm around her trim waist and cupped the back of her head in my left. I kissed her long and deep, I worked my mouth on hers and she melted. I didn’t give a shit about other men. I didn’t care to know how many lovers she had taken (though honestly, I was surprised at the low number even discounting the two rapists) and I was afraid that she might talk herself out of this.

“I will be as gentle as I can possibly be.” I whispered in her ear. “I will use plenty of lube, and if it hurts we will stop. But if I can do this Ankara escort for you, I will.”

I took the tube of lube from the tray and lay on a chaise. Mom followed. I was excited but not really very rigid yet. I started stroking but Mom moved my hands away. She sat astride my legs and leaned forward. She placed both tits around my cock and rubbed them up and down. My first titty fuck! I watched her intently as she worked. She smiled at me, and then dropped her head and extended her tongue to lick at my glans each time it came close. Her fingers were pinching and rolling her nipples, and she spoke softly…

“You really are very nicely formed, Tommy. You have length and thickness in just the right proportions and you are very well formed and have a pleasing shape, no weird curves or bends…” My cock was swelling rapidly under her attention. “Give me the lube baby, I think we should start.”

Mom lubed me up liberally and then added more to her pussy. I held my cock as she moved up to straddle my waist. She reached down and held her lips open and I pressed my cock against her opening. Slowly she lowered herself. Oh god she was tight! To keep my rod from bending or moving I had to hold it with both hands. Mom was wincing a bit… and then suddenly I was in! No not very far and it was really only the head of my cock, but I was in! Mom smiled at me.

“Take your time Mom.” I cautioned, “You are so tight!”

She nodded and eased the pressure off and then slowly took a little more. For an eternity she held it and then she would take a little more. A half inch to an inch was all that she could manage at once. Then she would have to wait, relaxing, letting her vagina stretch… before taking another inch. Her eyes were closed in concentration and her breathing was slow and measured. She winced again and I felt a spasm squeeze my cock.

“Mom? Are you alright?” I asked.

She only nodded in answer and held steady. Finally she said, “I think I have enough of you to let me ride a bit, I need to spread that lube.”

Mom rose up until only the head was still inside and then slowly eased back down. She did this several times and the feeling was awesome! I could not believe she wasn’t screaming in pain. She was so tight that I thought I could feel the contours of her vaginal walls. I honestly considered several times that maybe I should call it off for now and try again later. But by now Mom had half of my length inside. I reached up with one hand and began to play with her left nipple. Mom sighed and took another inch and gasped.

“Easy Mom, easy…easy.” I cautioned. “Oh god this is tight!”

Slowly she rose and slowly she slid down. And my dick began to Ankara escort bayan feel really uncomfortable inside her. I stopped her and we waited a couple of minutes. Then she eased down another inch, but I could tell this was getting painful for her.

“Listen Mom, this is too much, maybe we should stop.” I said. “We can try to find a dildo to work on stretching you…”

“I don’t want to stop, Tommy.” she answered. “Yes it hurts, but only for a little bit and then it gets better. You feel so good and I need this so bad! I’m okay, I can do this…” But she was wincing.

“No!” I said and grabbed her by the waist.

“Yes!” she yelled and lifted her legs off of the ground. I was unprepared for that and her weight drove her back down on my shaft… All the way. All the fucking way! Oh my god it hurt! She cried out and fell forward onto my chest. I threw my arms around her and held her tightly.

“No Mom, no. Please don’t move. Just lie here.” And I kissed her head. Why the hell did she do that?

After a few minutes the pain had eased to just a dull ache. Slowly and carefully she sat up. She looked at me and sniffed. “I’m sorry Tommy,” she said. “That was an accident, I didn’t mean to do that.’

“I know Mom, I know. But hey, guess what? You have me, all of me my whole enormous cock fully inside of you!” She looked down surprised. “I can’t move, but I’m in…”

Mom thought this was funny and started laughing. Yeah the whole thing was funny, but when she laughed, her muscles would convulse and that squeezed her vag and my cock! We struggled to stop with limited success. In desperation I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her into a kiss. We kissed for several minutes, turning our heads first one way and then the other. Our mouths moving and tongues darting in and out. Mom was moaning again and I could feel her tits pressing into me. My cock was rigid again and her pussy felt so warm and wet. Gently, Mom started rocking her hips back and forth. It was exhilarating! I moaned too and Mom rose up on her hands and looked at me… and smiled broadly.

“Oh you like that huh?” she cooed playfully. “Do you want some more?”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes I do.”

Mom began to rock her hips more and more, her pussy was wet and stretching to accommodate me. I liked this and moaned in pleasure. Mom bit her lip in a playful manner and, tilting her head to one side, gave me a shy look that just about blew my mind. “Mom, you are so damn beautiful!”

Mom giggled like a girl and started rolling her hips around in a circle. I loved it!

“Oh yeah! That’s great!” I said and moaned in pleasure.

Carefully Mom started trying to ride me. She Escort Ankara was very wet but still so damn tight. But shit it felt so fuckin good! Over the next twenty or thirty minutes we took our sweet time and made slow, wonderful, tender love. At last and to my surprise I felt my orgasm building. No hard fucking or pounding required. Just the slow loving attention of my Mom.

“Mom,” I whispered in her ear, “You are so amazing. You are so lovely and so sexy and I love you so much… This has been the greatest gift between a mother and son.”

“Aw Tommy, that is such a wonderful thing to say,” she whispered back. “I just wish I could truly fuck you good and hard. I watched you pound June and I was jealous in a way. I wanted that intensity, that wave of multiple orgasms… But this? Oh baby this is so nice and I feel so good! I have never, ever felt this full and complete. It’s an awesome feeling and I am so happy.” And she kissed me again.

I slid my hands down to her hips and gripped them, Mom realized then that I must be close. She rose up and put her hands on my shoulders. Her perfect tits were swaying above my chest. I lifted her onto her knees and started to thrust in and out. I was stroking my full length but I was careful not to pop out. And I couldn’t pump very fast, but it was doing the trick. The funny thing was, Mom was close too! Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and her moans had changed to deeper groans. I knew I was cumming and although I wanted to get Mom to cum first, well it just wasn’t possible to stop. I came with a shout and my load slammed against her cervix.

Mom shouted “I’m cumming!” and cried out in joy, having lost her ability to speak. The rest was just guttural sounds of an animalistic nature. I was grunting with each spurt and still my hips rocked up and down. Cum was filling her and with each thrust it would spray violently out from between her vagina and my cock. I must have spurted five or six times really big and several more smaller ones. Finally my body succumbed and Mom collapsed onto my chest moaning and whimpering.

A few moments passed as I tried to catch my breath. I held Mom in my arms and savored the ecstasy as the endorphins flowed throughout my body. “Mom?” I asked, “are you okay?”

“No, Tommy,” she said. “I am happy, I am pleased, I am thrilled and I am overjoyed. I am filled with the most incredible feeling of contentment and satisfaction. I am not just ‘okay’, I feel fucking awesome!”

“Yeah Mom,” I said. “You do feel awesome.” I looked into her eyes and then kissed her. A long, deep sincere kiss. I reveled in the new bond with my mother. The woman who overcame so much, gave birth to me, raised me and nurtured me. The woman who built her own successful business, endured tragedy, and now, now had freely and happily given herself to me. To share this wonderful experience… this reunion.

“I love you Mom.”

“I love you too Tommy.”

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Sunday dawned early and most of the girls had gone to the temple to say their prayers. I lay in bed and lounged, waiting for someone to seek me out but all was quiet. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, awakening at another soft knock, this time from Suki-san.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. Just sleeping.”

“You are late for class.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized it!” I jumped out of bed, forgetting that I was naked. Suki-san admired my figure with a sensual gaze that heated my cheeks. “I was waiting to hear them in the halls… “

“The girls go straight to the classroom from their prayers.” I felt her hot breath on my neck as her arms came around me, her hands cupping my breasts and firmly stroking my nipples. “Now, you should get dressed and hurry up.”

“Yes, Suki-san.” She turned me in her arms and we kissed for a few long moments. Her mouth tasted of butterscotch and chocolate. We gazed at each other for a second, then she kissed the tip of my nose and headed down the hallway. I joined her in the classroom a few minutes later, thanking Naoko for saving me a place and making myself comfortable.

“Now, yesterday, we spoke of pleasuring the female and we learned about female genitalia. Today, we shall learn about seduction.”

“Seduction? What will seduction have to do with our duties as geisha?”

“Quite a bit, Akina.” Suki-san tugged on a girl’s hand who was sitting near the front. “Come on, Yeshune. I require a volunteer.” Yeshune sat on the couch at the front of the class, trying her best not to giggle. “Now watch. I shall seduce her without words.”

Suki-san first took her shirt and pants off, then crawled onto the couch, her eyes locked onto Yeshune’s. The young girl smiled nervously, smoothing her kimono down over her legs. Suki-san moved beside her and reached out a hand, gently smoothing the woman’s hair back from her face and cupping her chin. Yeshune looked down at her hands folded in her lap, then back up into Suki-san’s eyes. Suki-san’s hands did the seduction. They touched, stroked, gentled. Before our eyes, Suki-san hypnotized Yeshune with her touch. When she reached into the woman’s kimono, no doubt squeezing her breast and giving her a warm kiss, Yeshune was hers.

“That’s how it’s done.”

That day and the next two weekends, we honed our seduction skills. The simple method of the first day progressed into more complex techniques and became foreplay. There was verbal foreplay, consisting of everything from innocent words to filthy phrases. Several of the girls couldn’t fathom the idea of talking dirty but with Suki-san’s help, they learned quickly and at length, became comfortable. Oral foreplay was next. Practicing on each other, we learn the art of raising the temperature: licking inner thighs, sucking toes, nibbling on necks, kissing the wet slit but not slipping the tongue in. Everything we learned was designed to break down barriers, set the client at ease and make the woman beg to be brought off. Foreplay was the difference between being a whore and a geisha and a keyword here was patience.

Three weeks before the end of my year, we were called in to Hana-san’s office by Suki-san. By then, there were only nine of us. Akiko had left due to becoming pregnant and could no longer be involved in the program. Each day became a dress rehearsal for a day in our geisha profession. We played the shamisen, we spoke with each other, read the newspapers and practiced the tea ceremony. Suki-san began by pronouncing us the best class that she had ever had. Hana-san gifted us with jade brooches, meant to be used with the kimonos and gave us our final exam.

Upstairs awaited nine of Hana-san’s best regulars. We were to each pair off with them and give them the best service we could. Our sessions would be videotaped for later critiquing and the woman who provided the best service would win Ankara escort a coveted spot in Suki-san’s o-chaya as well as have a gift of her own choosing. We were given twenty minutes to prepare and chaos broke out as we all tried to exit the room at once.

Suki-san pulled me aside, giving me one of her patented lover’s kisses and a tender embrace this time. “Make me proud.”

I didn’t say a word. I knew what she expected of me and I wouldn’t let this beauty down. I went to my room and pulled out a garment bag that I’d been hiding in the very back of my rack of kimonos. I laid it on the bed and unzipped it, pushing the plastic material aside and gazing on nearly $5,000 worth of kimono. Raw magenta and pink silk and golden embroidery made this a work of art and I had paid a high price. I quickly stripped, pulled the kimono on and did my hair and makeup until I resembled an Utamaro geisha. Perfect. I slid my two-toed stockinged feet into the geta and ascended the stairs.

Maybe it was just me, but the world seemed to stop when I reached the top of the stairs. I’ve always had an unfair advantage because of my height but something told me that the extra money I’d spent on the kimono and the extra time I’d spent learning makeup skills had paid off. Even Suki-san stared at me. I bowed to everyone in the room and immediately shuffled over to Suki-san, reserving my lowest and most deferential bow for her.

“Good evening, Suki-san.”

“Good evening, Nikki-san. May I say that you take my breath away.”

“Domo.” I tried not to grin. Instead, I flicked my fan out and turned to the woman she was speaking with, giving her a slight nod of my head. I would later find out that this was the fabled Nozomi-san, the geisha all aspired to become. She was older, in her late forties, with coal black hair, deep, dark eyes and an infectious smile. Her small hands were elegant, even in their arthritic stage and her legs were smooth and unmarked. I had caught her eye, but looked away quickly. It would not do to presume that I was on her level. I fanned my heated face and waited for Suki-san to address me again.

“Nikki-san is our best, Nozomi-san.”

“Is she?” I felt her apprising eyes on me but resisted the urge to look up. “I heard that she’s American.”

“Yes, she is. She came to us from San Francisco, in the great state of California.”

“Ah, I see. She’s very tall.”

“Not so much so. She’s 5’9″. While she is taller than some of us, her height does not put her at a disadvantage.” Nozomi-san gave her a nod. “Do you wish to have her service?”

“I don’t know, Suki. I haven’t made my choice yet.” My heart dropped into the depths of my already nervous stomach. “But I reserve my right of first choice.”

Suki-san gave a nod. “As you wish, Nozomi-san.” I gave a parting nod and allowed Suki-san to escort me away, where Nozomi-san could not overhear our conversation. “She likes you!”

“She has a funny way of showing it.”

“She is our best female-only geisha, Nikki-san. Perhaps she is just jaded.”

I gave her words some thought as I watched the other girls mingling and conversing with the other women. Only a few were dressed in kimonos. Most were wearing street clothes: jeans, T-shirts, dress slacks, suits. Nozomi-san was wearing a double kimono, a specialty item that I’d thought about buying but ultimately turned down. The inner kimono would be nothing more than a thin, gauzy robe with a silken collar. Perfect for seduction. So I knew that Nozomi-san had come with the purpose of being seduced. Shibumi approached her but was quickly turned away. Yeshune, Naoko, Keiko, Akina and Risako also tried but she rebuffed them easily. I wondered what she was waiting for.

I pocketed my fan and went to the table Suki-san had set up, gathering a small bunch of strawberries and a cup of crème frâiche and shuffled over to where she had Ankara escort bayan sat. “Nozomi-san, may I serve you some strawberries?”

Her dark eyes seemed to pierce through me and I was pleasantly surprised when she said, “Yes.”

I knelt on my haunches at the side of her chair, used a small melon baller to remove the stem, speared it on a cocktail knife and dipped it in the crème, lifting it to her lips. Her eyes met and held mine as the sweet red berry slid past her lips, the cream collecting at the corners. Nozomi-san chewed for a long moment, our eyes still holding, then her tongue slid out to clean the cream. “Good?”

“Yes.” She gave me a small smile. “Another, please.”

I spent the next twenty minutes feeding Nozomi-san the strawberries. When the plate was empty, she sat back with a smile and said, “Thanks.” I nodded and arose and spent the next hour avoiding her. Suki-san came to find me, sitting in the hallway and having a cup of tea.

“What are you doing?” She yanked my arm so hard that I nearly lost the saucer. “Nozomi-san has been asking for you for the last thirty minutes!”

“So?”

“So? SO? You’re saying so to Nozomi-san?”

“No. I’m making her beg for me.” I gave Suki-san a tiny smile, not wanting to crack my drying makeup. “Isn’t that what you taught me about seduction?”

Suki-san tried her best not to smile but couldn’t help it. “Well, you learned that lesson well. She’s practically beside herself thinking that someone else has taken you.”

“Good.” I set my tea down and arose, making sure that my sash was properly tied and my robe straight. “I will go in and see her now.”

Nozomi-san was in quite a state when I entered the room but when she saw me, her mask of indifference dropped back down and I was relegated to the ranks of the other geisha. I made a turn and insinuated myself into the group of girls, ignoring Nozomi-san. I could see her out of the corner of my eye but I made myself keep ignoring her, no matter how many cigarettes she smoked.

Finally, it grew so late that the girls started to take their clients to their assigned rooms. I sat on the opposite side of the room, just out of Nozomi-san’s sight and slowly sipped a cup of tea. When she came stomping over, I quickly arose. “The nerve! I’ve never been treated like this in my life!”

“I’m sorry, Nozomi-san. Treated like what?” I let my eyes flick to Suki-san who stood blanch-faced behind me. “Suki-san told me that you had not yet made a decision.”

“I have made a decision. I thought that much was clear when I agreed to let you feed me strawberries.”

“Then I must be the ignorant one, Nozomi-san. I thought I was just serving you strawberries.” I could see by Nozomi-san’s expression that she didn’t know whether to be outraged or to laugh. A twitch at the corner of her mouth told me that the ice had been broken and she gave me a warm smile. I knelt at her feet. “If you will forgive my ignorance, Nozomi-san, I would be most pleased to provide service to you.”

Nozomi-san arose and offered me her hand. “I accept.” She leaned close and whispered, “And you’d better be good, you little minx!”

I escorted her to my assigned room and once inside, I leaned down and gave her a small kiss. “Would you like makeup on or off?”

“Off. And more strawberries.” It took me five minutes to get rid of my makeup and grab a bowlful of fruit. When I returned, Nozomi gasped. “My goodness, you’re beautiful!”

“As are you, Nozomi-san.”

“I’m too old to be beautiful.”

“No, you’re not.” I touched her face, running my fingers over her soft skin, then moved forward to replace them with my lips. Her perfume wafted into my nostrils and I suddenly had the urge to smell another type of perfume. I left my hands move down until I’d reached the juncture of her legs and gave her pussy a squeeze. She moaned, her hands Escort Ankara reaching out for me. I unbelted her robe and mine, happy to see that she was naked beneath. I pulled the heavy outer kimono off, letting it fall to the floor, then let mine sag along with it. Her small breasts sat high and proud and I licked them through the gossamer material. Delicious. I pressed her back onto the bed and spread the second robe open.

I had started my seduction with her mind; now, I continued with her body. I picked up a strawberry, bit off the end and rubbed the sweet, tart juice on each nipple, following with my lips. Nozomi-san moaned again. I laid the fruit against her lips and let her eat it. Selecting another from the bowl, I traced the length of her body with it, positioning myself between her legs. I hadn’t done my test but I knew that Nozomi-san would taste divine. I parted her thighs and lay between. Instead of my tongue, I used the strawberry to open her wet slit. She gasped in delight. I rubbed it up and down, over and over until it was well-coated with her juices and lifting so that she could see my face, I laid the slick tip on my tongue and licked it clean.

Nozomi-san gasped again. She’d never seen anything like that, nor had it done to her. I took another berry from the bowl and this time, I gently pressed it into her hole. She came immediately, her hips thrusting upward and a cry coming from her mouth. I pulled the berry out slightly, then pushed it back in. She jumped again, gasping each time I repeated the action. After I was satisfied that she’d cum several times, I left the strawberry inside her and slowly, deftly began to eat it out.

I’d never heard anyone scream like she did. She came so hard that her cry brought Suki-san running. “Nozomi-san! Are you all right?”

“Yes! Oh, yes! I’m fine.” Suki-san shut the door and I went back to work, eating more strawberries and driving Nozomi-san to more orgasms. Finally, she begged for me to stop, gasping for breath. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

All I could do was smile and dip another berry into her juicy slit.

* * * * *

We did not find out who won until our graduation ceremony, the erigae, where those who had chosen to become true geisha would be ‘crowned’. Since I was not participating in the normal geisha protocol, the ceremony was largely ornamental for me. At the ceremony, the winner’s tape was shown and we all watched Naoko perform masterfully for and on her client. Her grasp of the shamisen put us all to shame and her singing was enlightening. Then, when she began her seduction of the client, her techniques put us to shame. None of us had thought to masturbate for our clients, but Naoko did, recalling the power she’d held over us in the shower that day.

We watched as she sat on a chair, partially turning sideways and hitching one leg over the arm, allowing her kimono to fall open and her half-erect cock to be seen, her small hand stroking it awake. The effect on the client was one of hypnosis. The client opened her robe also and dipped her fingers into her cunt, pearly beads of cum clinging to the dark hairs. There was no audio but Naoko was talking to the client, steadily stroking herself and touching her own breasts. The client did likewise, closing her eyes and shivering.

By the time the tape ended, we all sat in stunned silence, our fingers shoved deeply into our honeypots. Everyone embraced Naoko and congratulated her on the win and Suki-san welcomed her into the o-chaya. The other girls received their assignments and twittered happily between each other. Only I was left.

“Nikki-san, Hana-san and I have decided that you won second place. Your use of strawberries… all I can say is wow!”

“Which is exactly what Nozomi-san said. She left this for you.” I took the envelope from Hana-san and opened it. Inside was $544,000 in yen, equivalent to just a little over $5,000 dollars.

“Hana-san has decided that you may choose any of her o-chaya for your assignment.”

“Then, I choose yours, Suki-san.”

Suki-san’s beautiful face lit up and she winked. “I’d hoped you would.”

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Part 2 of the scene.

Thanks for reading.

GA – Da Nang, Vietnam – 21st of October 2017.

*****

I couldn’t speak when I found her. My aunt was in her bedroom and, despite my enthusiasm and flaming desire, my nerve failed when I saw her.

When I arrived, holding my jeans up at my waist, Aunt Janet was dabbing at the mess on her skirt. She was busy and didn’t notice my presence So I just stood there, staring, insides swirling like a washing machine until my aunt looked up.

Her eyes held my gaze and, while my aunt stared back at me, time seemed to lose all definition. Reality turned elastic, all of a sudden. Seconds or minutes. Days, weeks, or years. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. Both of us just looking across the surreal expanse of space-time between us. I wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

Aunt Janet stood with a hand towel balled in her fist, cum on her skirt, the gloopy string drying in her hair.

After an eternity, I saw Janet’s throat work as she swallowed heavily. Then she said, “Got a bit carried away, didn’t we?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. To my ears it sounded ambiguous. Was she saying she regretted what had happened between us, or was she just making light of it out of embarrassment?

While I struggled to formulate some response, my aunt went on. She asked, “How do you feel?”

I didn’t have an answer and, the end, I just shrugged and gave a shake of my head.

I saw fear in her eyes when Janet said, “Do you hate me?”

The question made me blink because amid all the surprise and confusion and other stuff going on, hate was the furthest emotion away from what I felt at that time.

It took some doing, but I got the words out after a bit of an effort. “No, Aunt Janet,” I said.

It got awkward after that. I felt silly and self-conscious. I wanted more but didn’t have the confidence to just go in and grab her. My aunt was in her late thirties, a year or two younger than my mother while I was nineteen. Experience on my part was a limited commodity, and that lack of worldly knowledge had a bearing on my response. I wasn’t sure what Aunt Janet was thinking, how she might react if I did or said something wrong.

Eventually, my aunt gave me a half-smile, a rueful grin before she said, “Do you want to come in?” When I didn’t move, she added, “You might as well, Mikey. You’re making the place look untidy. And I suppose we’re going to have to talk about it at some point.” My aunt shrugged. “Might as well be now.”

So I stepped into her bedroom, unsure, trepidation and lust a curious mix sloshing around.

***

We sat on her bed, side-by-side. Not as close as we’d been in my room, but close enough so that the same sensations welled inside me. I might have only just come, but my cock was thick and capable, pumped up with need.

“So, tell me, Mikey, did you … uhm … enjoy what went on?”

It was strange to see my aunt so unsure, but desire saw me through any uncertainty on my part.

“It was fantastic, Aunt Janet,” I gasped.

My aunt pouted and said, “But don’t you think it’s a bit wrong? Well, a lot wrong,” she went on with a wry chuckle. “You know, me being who I am. What just happened isn’t what people are supposed to do. We’re family, Mikey.” Aunt Janet barked a laugh, the sound startling me. “I wouldn’t have believed it myself,” she told me. “I don’t know, Mikey; I think I might be a little bit touched in the head. I got carried away. Went a bit crazy, I suppose.”

“Are you sorry, Aunt Janet?”

She paused and looked to be thinking about it. “I wouldn’t say I’m sorry about it, Mikey. Surprised at myself, yes. Worried about you talking about it to anyone else, too. If it got out-“

I blurted out, “I won’t say anything,” stopping her short.

My aunt pulled a face and looked doubtful. “I’m sure you mean it, but these things do have a tendency to trip us up. After a couple of drinks, when it doesn’t seem to matter. You might be talking to one of your friends…”

“Aunt Janet, I won’t,” I said, emphatic. I remembered the look on her face, her focused enthusiasm and, on a rush of excitement, asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

I gulped and felt the dark urges rise up in a hot tide at the tone in her voice when, after a pause, she croaked, “It turned me on so much, Mikey. Your lovely cock … All that spunk … The noises you made.”

To hear my aunt say “cock” and “spunk” caused yet another pulse of desire through my dick. Regardless of what had already passed between us, it was still weird to hear her use those bad words.

“I liked it, too,” I said, need making me bold. “Really liked it, Aunt Janet.”

“I saw,” she said, her tone heavy with need.

The sentences gurgled out of me like filthy water down a drain. “I want more, Aunt Janet,” I said. “I want to do things with you.”

***

At first I thought I’d said something wrong. My aunt’s focus flicked away from me. She chewed on her lower lip, expression distant and distracted, like she was thinking. She gulped, throat working, Ankara bayan escort her attention going to the door.

Then she looked at me and asked, “Do you know how serious that would be, Mikey?”

“Serious? What do you mean?”

“The consequences, sweetheart. If anyone ever found out. Incest isn’t something we want to be caught doing. It would be ruinous for both of us. If your mother knew, Mikey. God, there’d be ructions. There would be no recovery from a secret like that getting out.”

“It would be bad if she found out about what’s already happened, Aunt Janet,” I reminded her.

My aunt’s eyes narrowed. “Are you planning on blackmail, Mikey?”

The question took me by surprise. “Nuh-no,” I stammered into the blue frost of her stare. “I wouldn’t … I’m not…”

Janet sighed and slowly shook her head. She relaxed, attention remaining fixed on my face. “God, you’re right,” she breathed. “Wanking you off is almost as bad as it gets. I can’t imagine she’d be too pleased.”

I had nothing to say. I was still reeling, still more than a little confused, not to mention the hot rush of desire and temptation I felt to lunge in and maul at her breasts.

“Oh, Mikey,” Aunt Janet sighed. “It would be an insane thing to do. My nephew? The two of us…? Together?”

Sensing that my aunt was wavering, I blurted out an urgent, “I’ll never tell anyone, Aunt Janet. I promise. I swear…”

“God,” Janet said while she winced and shook her head side-to-side. “You better bloody not, Mikey.”

And when she turned to face me square on, her boobs aimed right at me, I knew I had her.

Especially when my aunt mumbled, “I must be fucking crazy to even think about this,” and moved in close for a tentative kiss.

***

Time did that stretchy thing again. Everything distorted, my universe shrinking to the four walls around us. Reality slewed like I’d swallowed a pill, a mind-bending drug. I heard the rustle and sigh of Aunt Janet’s clothing as she broke away from that tender, almost shy kiss and rose to her feet. Her expression was unreadable as she tilted her face towards me, fingers going to the zip at the side of her skirt.

“I’m not as thin as I used to be,” Aunt Janet said. “You’ll be used to skinny, perfect girls, not old women,” she added, her gaze locked on my face.

“I think you’re lovely,” I told her, willing Janet to unzip the skirt. “Please,” I breathed.

Janet thrust her chin towards the window and the world beyond. “Do me a favour,” she said. “Go and draw the curtains.”

I got off the bed and did as she asked. I closed it all out, pulled the curtains together so that the sense of a condensed universe got even tighter. Then, when I turned to face my aunt, with enough daylight filtering in I could still see her quite clearly, I saw she’d removed her skirt and was standing there in her blouse and briefs and shoes, expression uncertain.

Janet confirmed her anxiety by whispering, “Are you sure I’ll do?”

Which is when I went to her and grasped her around the waist, my eyes moving from the precipitous cleavage up to her face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said on a growl.

And then we were kissing, my hard-on pressed against my aunt’s thigh.

***

The bold move to kiss my aunt must have been the right thing to do. I grabbed her and put my mouth down on hers, my cock against her leg. As desire raged inside me, I felt my aunt go tense, our lips mashed together until she then suddenly gasped and just about sucked my tongue out by the root.

Aunt Janet went berserk. Not in any angry, crazy, violent way. No, what she did was moan and groan and grind up against me, her tongue writhing and swirling with mine, hands moving over my back while I got all brave with desire and squeezed both her buttocks.

“God, this is so fucking insane,” my Aunt Janet muttered, her stare on my face.

I had her in a tight embrace. Only just able to hold onto coherent thoughts while the beast raged within.

“I want to fuck you,” I said, gasping it out. “I don’t care about anything else.”

The kissing started again. Incredibly, even hotter and more desperate than the previous time. We grappled and moaned, pressed our bodies together, my aunt’s skin under my fingers when I slid my hands into her briefs. I squeezed the cheeks of her rump, the tip of my right forefinger slipping into the heat between her legs as I probed and fingered the taboo territory between her thighs.

I found her sodden in her excitement, my hand moving around to the front, Janet’s pubic bush crinkly under my palm.

“Dirty boy,” Aunt Janet groaned. She wriggled against me, actively rubbing her clit over my digits. “Finger my twat,” she said before she grimaced and moaned. “Play with it, Mikey. Tickle my clitty.”

I went at it using my limited experience and a lot of instinct, and my aunt’s mumbles and moans and the way she squirmed under my touch gave me more clues about how to proceed. My cock felt like it would explode with pent up longing as I rubbed Janet’s vulva, Escort bayan Ankara a finger slipping and sliding over the nub of her clit before she grabbed my wrist and physically led me to insert a digit inside her.

“Rub me right there,” she grunted, eyes glazing over.

Aunt Janet’s expression went all strange and dreamy, somehow feral yet slack at the same time. She sucked on her lower lip, hips working back-and-forth so she could fuck against my hand, a small area of roughness under the tip of the fingers I had buried inside her.

I’m not sure how long we were stood that way. I was too busy doing my best to give my aunt pleasure, as well as trying to imprint all these new and exciting sensations onto my memory. It might have been minutes or it might have been seconds, but, in the end, with a snort of frustration, my aunt disengaged and stepped back.

“We’re going to do this,” my aunt snarled, determined.

Then she hauled down her knickers to expose her dense black bush.

I boggled, shocked to see my aunt’s intimate place, the surprising hairiness of it sending a jolt of yearning through my core.

Her snarled instruction brought my focus back from the luxuriant triangle of dark hair up to her face. “Get your clothes off, Mikey,” she said. “No more fucking about. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

“Oh God, Aunt Janet,” I groaned when she unbuttoned the blouse.

“Yes,” she smirked, the blouse parachuting to the floor, “you wanted to see my tits, didn’t you, dirty boy. Well,” she added, unclasping the bra. “Here they are.”

All I had to do was step out of my jeans, which were around my ankles. My aunt held out her hands to stop me from launching myself at those weighty orbs, her breasts swaying as she stood and allowed me to feast my eyes on her bountiful curves. “Clothes off, Mikey,” she reminded me. “Naked. Now.”

I undressed in a hurry, eager to get to my aunt. I wanted to devour her. To kiss and suck and touch. I wanted to get her onto her back so I could spread her legs and get my tongue into her body. The dense matt of fur between her legs excited me, but I wanted to slurp at her essence, to lap at her sex and taste her need.

I’d never licked a woman before, and then, of course, what I ultimately desired was to sink my length into her molten embrace, to slide in up to my balls before I began rutting in earnest.

When I was naked, my dick waggling around in front of me, tumescence revived, I went to my aunt and kissed her, again.

“Incest, Mikey,” my aunt breathed. Her breasts spilled over my fingers and palms while she cranked at my dick with one of her hands. “Isn’t it just wicked?”

“I don’t care what it’s called,” I said, gurgling my need. “I just want to fuck you.”

My aunt smirked at me and winked. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re going to do that, don’t you fret. We’re going to fuck and a lot more besides. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb,” Aunt Janet added.

I sucked at her teats, the nipples long and thick as they showed her desire. I moaned around a mouth full of tit-flesh, my fingers back inside Janet’s body, working away at that little rough patch that she seemed to love being fingered so much. By then we were on the bed, skin gliding under my palm when I explored her contours, my brain finally catching up with events.

“I can’t believe this,” I gasped.

Aunt Janet broke away from me. “What? Can’t believe what?”

“You’re my aunt.”

Janet sat up, boobs swinging and rolling. She looked at me, serious. “Do you want to stop?”

I felt a flash of panic when, just for a moment, I thought it was all going wrong. “Stop! No way,” I cried.

“Good,” Janet said with a smirk. “Because neither do I.” She ducked in and kissed my mouth, then added, “We can talk later, Mikey. But, for now, how about we get down to the nitty-gritty?”

***

She was on her back, legs folded at the knees, fingers splaying her folds so the scarlet flesh contrasted in a shocking way with dark forest of hair. My aunt smirked and then winced when she teased her clit with the tip of a finger. The coins of her areolae were puckered with obvious need, nipples elongated points while her eyes flashed fire.

“Are you going to put it in, or are you going to kneel up there and stare all afternoon?”

I blinked, a hand jacking my dick. I’d been gawping, transfixed, stunned by my aunt’s body and the look on her face.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I mumbled, the words clotted and thick.

“Sweet-talker,” Aunt Janet replied. “You can keep saying that all you want, Mikey. I love hearing you tell me I’m lovely.” She worked at her clit and then slid two fingers inside. I watched for a few seconds, the dark urges roiling and bubbling. Aunt Janet’s wrist was cocked so she could get at that spot with her fingers. She was up on one elbow, rocking back-and-forth, boobs swaying in that peculiar way I would become so familiar with. The jiggling flesh brought forth a deep groan from my chest.

“I want to taste it,” I growled, cranking my dick.

Then Bayan escort Ankara I was down there snuffling and snorting. I lapped at my aunt like a thirsty dog at a bowl, her squeak of delight telling me I was doing okay. I thought it was wonderful down at that place. My first taste of a woman and it was my own beautiful aunt.

“That’s lovely, Mikey,” Aunt Janet told me after a few minutes. “But I think we should do it now. I … I want to feel you inside me. It’s going to be such a wicked, dirty thing … It’s incest. It’s so wrong and exciting.”

The moment of truth was upon us. I knew I had to move in and consummate our immoral, clandestine and very delicious relationship. My aunt was going to become my lover. I was going to fuck my mother’s sister.

“We can never, ever tell,” Aunt Janet whispered as I held myself over her body. “This has to be our secret, Mikey.”

“I promise,” I gasped, my cock touching her flesh. “I love you,” I groaned, the words rising from nowhere.

My aunt’s eyes were wide as she looked from where my cock-head nudged her sex up to my eyes and then down again. “That’s just you being randy,” muttered my aunt. Then she added, “Oh dear, we’re actually going to do it. This is so unreal.”

Janet reached up with the arm that wasn’t supporting her weight. She hooked her fingers around my neck, gaze locking on mine. We kissed as she eased her hips up towards me, her body taking half of my dick.

“Don’t love me yet,” Aunt Janet grunted when she took all of me in. “This first time I just want to fuck. I’m too fucking worked up to love.”

I heard her say “first time”, which meant we were going to do this more than once, and elation burst in my chest.

Then we were moving, my aunt shunting her pelvis, boobs rolling.

Sweet sensations spread through my body, the focus down at my cock while the fucking started to get urgent and more robust.

We both got into the rhythm. We grunted and gasped, moaned and mumbled while our flesh slap-slapped together. I kissed my aunt, slurping at her tongue with obscene hunger. I was desperate to be inside her. It wasn’t enough to be in her body up to my nuts, my cock slippery with the slick mix of our lust. Nor was it sufficient to have my tongue stuck in her mouth. I needed to possess my Aunt Janet. To meld with her body and spirit.

“Come if you need to,” my aunt squealed up into my face. Her tummy was creased with the little spare flesh that she carried at her middle, boobs swinging and rippling when I kept up the furious beat of my cock into her body. Both her feet were up off the bed, toes pointed, her weight on her elbows and forearms. Aunt Janet must have recognised the signs of my impending climax, seen it in the grimace of urgency I could see in her face, too. I must have been making some sort of bestial noises, grunts and moans and maybe a bad word or two. “If you come it’ll get me there as well,” my aunt told me while she rubbed at her clit and fell back onto the bed. “But if you want to keep fucking…” she finished.

In response, after another long, slurping kiss, I moaned at my aunt while saying, “I don’t ever want this to stop.”

A moment later, after some quick, athletic moving around, I found myself standing at the foot of the bed, my aunt on her hands and knees, her hips in my hands while she fucked back onto my dick. Janet reached under her body and fingered her bean while I watched in awe when her buttocks rippled under the force of her thrusting.

When Aunt Janet started to buck and squeak, I leaned in low over her back so I could hold her heavy breasts in my palms. She sobbed out her joy while I mauled at her tits, with Janet juddering in the throes of her orgasm, my cock spitting whatever juice I had left into her body.

We groaned and mumbled nonsense together until the violence diminished. After that, both of us sucking in air, we collapsed onto the bed, me spooning my aunt, her rump up against my stomach.

After a minute, or maybe a little longer, when we’d both calmed enough for coherent speech, my aunt rolled around so we were face-to-face and, strange as it may seem after we’d been so intimate together, I felt shy and a little awkward when she fixed her blue eyes on my face.

“Bloody hell, Mikey,” Janet breathed, gazing at me. “What have we just done?” She sucked in a breath and let it out on a long exhale. “We can’t ever take it back, you know. This is always going to be there.”

I felt a rush of affection for my aunt. I didn’t care about any of that. I was just thrilled to have experienced her ripeness.

“You do realise how serious this is, don’t you?” She asked the question after I articulated my feelings and then moved in quick to kiss her mouth.

“I think so,” I said.

I could tell my aunt was worried, and I did my utmost to reassure her it would all be okay. We then kissed some more, languid instead of the desperate slurping and sucking it had been during the sex. I ran a palm over her skin and savoured the silky texture while also exploring Janet’s curves. Then we dozed, slipping deeper into sleep, tender endearments having passed between us. Neither one of us wanted to stop the affair, which is what Janet called it. Although she kept on telling me how careful we would have to be, how very dangerous it was.

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“Diana, I have to tell you something,” Sharon said. Sharon had had a few, and Diana got the sense that she’d been working up the nerve for this all night.

“Of course,” Diana said. “What is it?”

“It’s about my son, Aiden. I’m worried about him sexually, and I was wondering if you could…”

“Sharon, I love you, but I don’t know that I can give you any advice on my godson’s sexuality.”

Sharon’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! Nothing like that. This is…this is different. Perhaps I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she said, looking away. “I just don’t know what to do.”

Diana noticed her friend was blushing. Curiosity piqued, she said “It’s Okay, you can tell me.”

Sharon looked around then leaned in towards Diana, her elbows on the little round tabletop. “He’s been wearing my clothes,” she whispered.

Diana almost laughed – was that it? But she could tell that Sharon was distressed, so she put on a worried expression and asked, “What?”

Sharon nodded. “Yes. And not just my dresses and blouses, either. He’s been going through all of my drawers while I’m away at work. Even my underwear drawer – I think he likes to wear my panties.”

“Oh my God,” Diana said. “Have you spoken to him about this?”

“No, of course not. He would be mortified. I’d be mortified.”

“You can’t just let him keep going through your things, Sharon. You have to say something. Really you should be punishing him for something like this. It’s dishonest and weird behavior.”

“I know, I know. But he’s nineteen, and he’s always been such a timid boy. I worry that this might scar him – you know how awkward it can be to talk about this sort of thing with your mother.” Sharon sighed. “What should I do, Diana?”

“Do you want him to stop?”

“Of course.”

“Then you have to punish him,” Diana said.

“But how? He’s too old now for me to ground or spank him.”

Diana smiled. “That’s easy. Give him what he wants.”

“Give him what he wants…?” Sharon asked, confused.

“If Aiden wants to wear women’s clothing, then let him wear women’s clothing. Make him, actually. Take away his boy’s clothes and make him wear your things around the house. Dress him up in frilly dresses and makeup, jewelry and high heels. And your bras and panties, too, since he seems to like them so much.”

“I don’t know, Diana,” Sharon said, “that seems very strange. And almost like rewarding him, too.”

“No, I think he enjoys the sneaking around and doing something naughty. If it’s all out in the open, if his hidden fetish just becomes dress-up time with Mommy, I don’t think he’ll like it very much. In fact I bet he’ll be begging you to let him have his clothes back.”

Sharon seemed to think for a long moment. “That actually does make some sense. I just don’t think I could do that, Diana. It would be too strange for me. I’m his mother, after all.”

“Then let me,” Diana said. “Bring him over to my house this weekend and let me dress him up for a few days. Caitlin is off at school right now, anyway, so I have the place to myself.”

Sharon looked so relieved that Diana hugged her.

“Are you really Okay with doing that?” Sharon asked. “I know that this is a strange situation.”

“Of course,” Diana said. “You’re one of my closest friends, always have been, and Aiden is my godson, I’m practically his aunt. I’m happy to do anything for you guys.”

“Thank you so much, Diana,” Sharon said. “Really. This has been bothering me for months now. Just one thing – could we keep this between ourselves for now? I don’t know what other people would think.”

Diana laughed. “It’ll stay between you and me, don’t’ worry. And your son, too, I suppose.”

They both laughed, and Sharon hugged and kissed Diana on the cheek. Diana could tell how happy and relieved Sharon felt, and over dinner and more wine they hashed out the details. Sharon would drop her son off on Saturday on the pretext of Diana needing help around the house, then return a few days later when Diana told her that Aiden was ready. He would not have a suitcase, and Diana hoped to get him out of his boy’s clothes as quickly as possible and mail them back to his mother. He’d be naked and on his own, with nothing to wear but Diana’s lingerie and dresses. Then the “punishment” would begin.

Sharon dropped Aiden off a few days later and Diana met him at the door. She looked him over as he stood awkwardly on the porch. He had Sharon’s bright blond hair, grown a little long for a boy, perhaps, as well as his mother’s full lips and big blue eyes. A good-looking boy, she thought, though slight – he was taller than Diana was even in her stiletto heels, but she almost certainly outweighed him – and a little shy. The girls at school probably tormented him – he was more feminine than a lot of women. He probably looked good in women’s clothing, though, she thought, and smiled. They would find out soon enough.

She led him into the sitting room and sat down across from him. There was a gift bag on the Ankara escort coffee table between them. She crossed her legs.

“Do you know why your mother brought you here this weekend?” Diana asked.

“To help you around the house?” Aiden said. “I dunno, she didn’t really tell me.”

“Well, that’s partly true. You are going to be helping me around the house. A lot, actually but that’s not why she brought you here.”

Aiden looked confused.

“Why don’t’ you open that gift. It’s for you.”

Aiden reached into the bag on the table then stopped when he felt what was inside. He looked at Diana with questioning eyes.

She nodded. “Go on.”

He continued and pulled out a flimsy silk nightgown. It was purple with white lace on the chest and fringe, and little spaghettis straps at the shoulders. He held it up and looked at it, stunned.

“What is this?” he asked dumbly.

“It’s a nightgown. A women’s nightgown, for you. Now do you see why your mother brought you here?”

Aiden shook his head but he was blushing terribly.

“You don’t have to play dumb,” Diana said. “Your mother told me all about your little habit. She’s worried, you see, and I can’t blame her. What kind of boy likes to wear ladies’ underwear? His mother’s underwear, no less.”

“I d -“

“Don’t try to deny it, Aiden. She knows. She has known for weeks. Did you really think she wouldn’t notice? A mother notices everything about her baby. And she’s told me ALL about it.”

Aiden said nothing, just stared intently at the floor.

“Yes,” Diana continued, “and your mother has had enough. She said, ‘If he wants to dress like a girl, then let him dress like a girl. That will put a stop to this.’ This weekend is supposed to be your punishment, Aiden, and there’s no way out of it. If you don’t cooperate with anything I say then she is sending you to military school. Do you want that?”

Aiden shook his head. He looked like he was about to cry. Diana sat next to him on the couch and rubbed his shoulder.

“But I disagree with your mother. I don’t’ think this has to be punishment at all.”

Aiden looked up.

“No,” Diana said, “What I think is that you’re going to like this, aren’t you? This wouldn’t be a punishment. Sharon, your mother, doesn’t understand that some boys just want to be treated like little sissies, and dress up in frilly panties and bras. I think you’re a sissy, Aiden, and if you want me to then we can make this weekend very fun. I can teach you all about dressing up and putting on makeup and jewelry, all the things that girls have to know, and then I’ll tell your mother exactly what she wants to hear. All you have to do is tell me the truth – that you want it.”

Aiden slowly shook his head. Diana stood up.

“I know this is a lot to think about. But if you don’t want to be honest with me you’ll still have to wear women’s clothing, Aiden, and it won’t be fun, and you may still end up at military school. I’ll be up in my bedroom. Come tell me what you decide.”

Diana left the sitting room and went upstairs and started getting dressed for bed. She was in her own nightgown with her dark hair done up in a bun when she heard a soft knock at her door. She padded over in her bare feet and opened it to see a bashful Aiden standing in the hallway, the purple nightgown in one hand. She crossed her arms. “Well?” she asked.

Aiden looked down at Diana’s manicured toes. “I…I want to do it,” he said softly.

“Want to do what?”

“I want to wear your clothes, Aunt Diana. I want to be your sissy.”

Diana smiled. “Good. I’m proud of you for being honest. But if this is going to work you’ll have to be more than honest. You’ll have to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?”

Aiden nodded.

“Now get undressed.”

Aiden balked, but Diana reminded him of their agreement and his mother’s threat. Soon enough his clothes were folded neatly in a chair and he was standing naked in the middle of the room, his hands cupped over his genitals.

“I can’t have you being shy around me, Aiden,” Diana said, “it’s just us girls this weekend, remember? And you’re going to be undressing in front of me a lot.”

Aiden slowly dropped his hands and Diana looked at what he’d been hiding. Pretty, she thought, like the rest of him. Which was good – she’d rather have an attractive naked boy in the house than an unattractive one.

“Lift your arms,” she told him, and slipped the purple nightgown over his head. She stepped back. “Looks good,” she said. “Does your mother have any nightgowns this nice?”

Aiden blushed.

“Kneel,” she told him, “right there on the rug. And close your eyes”

Aiden obeyed without question, and Diana noticed a growing bulge under his nightgown. So he likes being told what to do, Diana thought. That’s good. She pulled her phone off her dresser and snapped a picture. Aiden’s eyes opened at the flash.

“Relax,” Diana said. “I’m just sending this to your mother Ankara escort bayan so she knows things are going smoothly. Now go to your bedroom and rest up, we have a big day tomorrow. Leave your other clothes here.” She smiled and looked at him. “I’m proud of you.”

Diana said goodnight to Aiden and went to bed herself shortly thereafter. A little later she heard a ping from her phone: a message from Sharon. “great! love you :)”

The next morning Diana woke up early and got dressed and laid another outfit – a black lace bra and panty set with a garter belt, sheer stockings, a simple blue shift dress with white polka dots, and black stiletto pumps – out on the bed for Aiden. She ate a light breakfast and then woke Aiden and brought him to her bedroom. He was still bleary-eyed and disoriented when she told him to take off the nightgown, but he did so with only a slight hesitation and stood naked in front of her. He was covering himself with his hands again, but she decided to let it slide – he didn’t know it, but he’d be naked for a while yet that day.

She saw him notice the outfit on the bed. “Yes, that’s for you. But not just yet. No, being a girl is hard work Aiden, and a privilege. You’ll have to earn it. And we’ll start,” she turned and picked up the high heels from the bed, “from the ground up.”

She handed the shoes to Aiden and told him to put them on. Not surprisingly he was little wobbly in 4-inch heels, so she made him walk a few laps around the bedroom for practice, and then a few more just because she enjoyed the sight of a naked boy tottering around in stilettos. Then she stopped him, sat him down on the bed, and explained the rules for the day.

“I’ve written up a list of chores,” she said. “And as you complete them I’ll give you more of my clothes to wear. When you finish cleaning the bathrooms you can wear my black panties, dusting the upstairs, my bra, et cetera. But I will be watching you closely, and if at any point you do anything wrong or not up to standard, you have to undress and start over. Except for the shoes because I want you get to get as much practice walking in heels as possible. Do you understand?”

Aiden looked disappointed by the chores list but he nodded. Diana then led him naked through the hall and down the stairs to where she kept the cleaning supplies, smiling at the sound of his heels clicking on the hardwood. She set him up in the downstairs bathroom and explained what she wanted done, and he began mopping the floors and scrubbing out the tubs, sinks and toilets in all four bathrooms in the house. Diana would leave him alone at times and watch him at others. She especially liked watching him clean the toilets: she would make him get on all fours, his pale bum and the scuffed bottoms of his high heeled shoes pointing up in the air, and clean every nook and cranny. She could tell that this was especially humiliating for him to be watched like this, but also, based on how erect he’d get, a big turn-on.

When he got the master bathroom in Diana’s upstairs bedroom she told him to be on the lookout for a pearl earring she’d lost a few days beforehand. It was a large bathroom, so it took him a little while to clean. When he was finished he admitted that he’d been unable to find the earring, but Diana told him that was fine and that since the bathrooms were sufficiently clean he could be rewarded with a pair of panties to wear. He was obviously very relieved to hear this, and Diana thought, as Aiden eagerly stepped into the sheer black underwear, about how even a tiny piece of lacy fabric can seem like a lot of clothing when you have nothing else to wear.

Aiden moved onto dusting the upstairs, a quicker job than cleaning the bathrooms, and soon enough he had a bra on to match his panties as he began vacuuming. Diana left him to use the bathroom and noticed something while she was in there. She came out to her bedroom and called for Aiden. He stopped vacuuming the other room and came in. Diana was sitting in the chair in front of her vanity, the back of her head reflected in the large round mirror.

“Aiden,” she said sternly, “what is this?” She held up something small and shiny – her missing earring.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Diana, I must have missed it.”

“You must have missed it? Aiden, it was right on top of the sink. What did I tell you about messing things up this morning?”

“That I would have to take my clothes off.”

“That’s right. That’s expensive lingerie, and it’s a privilege for you to wear it. Now come on, get undressed.”

Aiden unhooked his bra and handed it to her, head hung in shame.

“The panties, too, Aiden.”

“Yes Aunt Diana.” He slid the panties down his legs then had to struggle for a moment as they got caught on the heels of the shoes.

“Hurry up!” Diana yelled at the flustered, very naked boy.

‘Sorry! Sorry,” Aiden said, and handed her the panties as well. Then he turned to leave.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh, back to the vacuuming…”

“Did Escort Ankara I tell you to leave?” Diana demanded.

Aiden seemed to understand. His shoulders slumped. “No Aunt Diana.”

Diana sighed. “I am doing a lot for you this weekend, Aiden. Taking you into my home, letting you wear my very nice things, helping you with your mother. We can’t have this kind of attitude. I didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left me no choice. Come here, Aiden. NOW.”

Aiden approached her nervously.

“Come on, get over my knees,” Diana said.

Aiden complied, likely knowing he had no choice, his pale butt bent up towards Diana, his rapidly hardening cock pinned between her thighs.

Diana looked down at him and laid one hand on his bare bottom. He flinched when she did so and she felt an involuntary thrill of excitement. It had been a while since she had spanked someone. “Did your mother ever spank you?” she asked.

“When I was little,” Aiden said.

“Good. Naughty boys need to be spanked.” She wound up and smacked one cheek with her bare hand, hard. Then the other. Then the other again. She built up a rhythm. Aiden took it stoically at first, but soon he began to moan and squirm. His butt turned bright red. Diana’s hand began to hurt eventually so she grabbed an old wooden hairbrush from her vanity and began to use that, making deeper thudding sounds than her hand had, and she knew he’d be feeling the hairbrush for days. Aiden began to cry, probably as much from the humiliation as from the pain – this was certainly more than he’d bargained for.

After a few minutes Diana stopped, and rubbed Aiden’s cheeks gently. She felt good, though she knew he didn’t. That had been fun. His ass was burning hot to the touch and she let her hand linger. Tears were in his eyes from the pain, and she noticed that his erection had subsided. But still, his punishment wasn’t over. She let him stand up.

“I don’t think a naughty boy like you is suited for women’s clothes or women’s housework right now,” Diana said. “I think you need to work outside. Yes, dressed exactly as you are. Don’t worry, I have high fences. The neighbors won’t see you. Probably.”

She led him outside and started him cleaning the pool. He was wobbly on the pool deck in his heels, and his pale skin was bright in the sun. She hoped he wouldn’t burn too badly. She sat in lounge chair beneath an umbrella and fixed herself a gin and tonic as she watched her naked godson work.

When he was finished with the pool she instructed him to get the lawnmower from the shed and begin cutting the grass in the backyard. This was a struggle for him – the stiletto heels of his shoes kept sinking into the soft earth as mowed, causing him to stumble. Diana laughed at the sight but she wouldn’t him take the shoes off. Soon Aiden was sweating. She pulled her phone out and took a picture of him from behind. She looked at it. It was a good shot, Aiden’s pale sweaty butt shining, the high heeled shoes clearly visible. She scrolled through her phone. She knew she shouldn’t – Sharon had sworn her to secrecy – but she’d had a few more gin and tonics by that point, and Aiden’s face wasn’t even visible. Screw it, she thought, and sent the picture to one of her girlfriends with the caption “my boytoy aerates the lawn while he mows.” Her phone chimed almost immediately with a response. A text from her friend “i want one! share? ;)” Diana smiled. “maybe. come over this week” she wrote back.

Aiden was finished with the lawn, and Diana called him in, her demeanor greatly softened from before. “You did a good job with the lawn, Honey,” she said. “Now let’s go get cleaned up.”

They went upstairs to Diana’s bedroom and she gave him a bright blue cotton bra and panty set to wear “for now.” After Aiden put those on Diana asked him to go into the bathroom and draw a bath for her. She undressed and put on a bathrobe as she listened to him run the water, then walked into the bathroom and felt the water. “That’s perfect,” she said, and to Aiden’s shock she slipped out her robe in front of him and into the water. He stood by the tub rigidly, his eyes going everywhere but towards Diana. He didn’t want to stare at her, but he knew from before that he shouldn’t try to leave without her permission. Diana laughed. “Relax, Aiden, you’re one of the girls this weekend, remember? You don’t have to be embarrassed around a naked lady.”

Diana reclined into the water languorously. She took a long bath, and kept Aiden periodically busy fetching things for her. She liked having him around, standing guard in his blue bra and panties, her own sissy bath attendant. She considered making him wash her hair or body but decided, based on the obvious erection straining against the thin cotton of his panties, that that might be too much for him right now. When she was finished she stood up and had Aiden hand her a towel which she wrapped around herself. She stepped out of the tub and to Aiden’s surprised she hugged him from the side, her large breasts pressing through the towel into his shoulder. She kissed him on his cheek and lingered, her hands on his back and shoulders.

“You were good today, Aiden, I’m sorry I had to spank you,” she said, her face next to his.

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I wasn’t worried about Kyle. He would contact me. I couldn’t contact him. He needed to come to me, figuratively and literally crawling back. It had to be him begging to me. And it would be. The only question was how long it would take him. I sat back. It would be bad to lose him, as I certainly had become attached to him. I thought about that. I had let myself fall for him more than I should have. That might be a mistake on my part. Boys can come and go, and I shouldn’t want one to stick around and be devastated if he left.

I could survive if he never spoke to me again, but it would leave me feeling empty. I took a deep breath. Damn, he had better come back. I actually glanced at my phone, then over at his place. I couldn’t see in his windows from this angle, but I knew he was over there, feeling hurt. I wanted to comfort him, but he needed to ask. I could take his pain away, and afterwards it would be better for both of us. This was part of the process I had to put him through. He had to know deep down that I was free to do anything I wanted, and he had to accept it. This was going to wrench his guts, but on the other side, he would be more submissive and more tied to me.

A few hours passed, it was hard on me, but I knew it was much harder on him. I’m sure he was in pain. I was proud of him for not folding in minutes. He wasn’t a wimp, just submissive. He was showing a form of strength in holding back, and where I could get irritated at him for making me wait, I wouldn’t. I did want him back in my arms however.

[Why?] He texted. It was late, but I had been waiting. He wanted to know why I had someone else in my apartment.

[He’s one of my boys. I can’t ignore any of my boys, can I?] I replied.

[How many boys do you have?] He texted back. I thought that would be a question on his mind.

[Don’t worry about that. You are one of my boys, so I won’t ignore you either.] I texted to him. He didn’t need to know how many guys I had. I’d have to do some counting anyway. He just needed to know he was one of them.

[I’m just someone on your string?] His text made me think that I couldn’t reveal that he was special for me.

[I don’t string people along. You’re my boy, I care for you.] This is hard to relay via text. It was true, even if I cared for him more than I should.

[But you have so many!] I could almost see the tears on his face as I read his text, he was getting a little irrational now. Let’s see if I could turn this the way I wanted.

[My dick ever seem distracted when you were sucking me?] Hopefully this message would shift his mindset, let him think of my dick.

[No] A simple reply from him.

[I’m always totally with you when you’re here. All of me.] I don’t text much, but I have do this for him now.

[It’s so hard to think of you with other guys.] He wanted me all to himself, of course.

[You don’t have to think of that when you are with me. Or anytime, actually.]

[But I know!] In my mind, I could see the tears on his face.

[And I know I don’t think of them when I’m with you.] That was true enough, sometimes I couldn’t even think of him so I could hold back my cum.

[Yeah…]

[When I hold you in my arms, you are safe and all mine.]

[I so want to be in your arms right now.] Jackpot. I had gotten him thinking about my body and let his gonads start pulling on him.

[What’s holding you back?] Let’s see what he says.

Nothing for a short bit. [Will you let me? Come over?] I was ready to type up that he could when a new one came in. And it was the best yet. [Please].

[Yes, get over here.] I got up to be at the door. His adding ‘please’ meant Mersin Escort he really wanted to be in my arms again. I had flipped him. Getting him physically in my arms was the next step. He would feel me, smell me. The trauma would cause him to be turmoil, and I could guide him right where I wanted him.

I heard his steps coming up the stairs. I opened the door as he go to the top. He catapulted himself into my arms. I held him tight for a bit, letting his head rest on my chest. He was holding me tight, his muscles showing their strength. “It’s all right boy, it’s all fine. I’m here.” I kissed the top of his head.

“I hurt so much, but I can’t be without you.” Kyle sobbed into my chest. He was crying. I hadn’t noticed when he showed up, but he couldn’t speak without me hearing it.

“You’re here now, where you belong. With me. Always with me.” I gently pulled his head back and wiped his tears away. Then I kissed him, deeply. I pulled him to a chair, holding him tight. His head curled down on me chest again. As much as I’d like his lips on my cock, this was not the time for sex. He needed me to just hold him, and I did, letting him come to terms with everything.

“So you still want me?” He sounded small, confused.

“Of course, you are my boy, I would never of messaged you if I didn’t want you. Getting to know you has made me want you more.” All true, and he needed to hear it. I do have a huge capacity for wanting men.

“I’ve been a damn fool, haven’t I?” He wasn’t looking up at me, he was still looking at my chest.

I moved, shifting us both. My hand raised his head up. He kept his eyes down. I tapped his jaw with a finger. He knew what I wanted. He took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. I saw fear, not like he was worried I would hit him, but that he had disappointed me and worried of the consequences. “Yes, you’ve been a damn fool.”

Kyle shifted a bit in my arms. I continued “You can trust me. I won’t let you be harmed.” Harmed and hurt are two different things. “You are my boy, I take care of my boys.” I stroked his hair. “Right now, you are the only one I’m thinking about. You are my boy, the boy in my arms.”

“I like being in your arms.” Very sweet of him. After what he had been through, he needed some simple time in contact with me.

“I like you in my arms. All comfy?”

“Yes, Master.” He nuzzled his head a little. I was glad he remembered to call me ‘Master’ again, it meant he was settling back where he needed to be. Just deeper into being my sub. It didn’t take too long before I realized he was asleep. I moved a little, only to have him snuggle into me more. I rolled my eyes a bit as it dawned on me that I was stuck and wouldn’t be moving. Gently, I eased the lounge chair back all the way, shortly I fell asleep as well.

I woke up to Kyle opening my shirt and kissing my chest. I let him continue. He glanced up and saw me watching him. He smiled and kissed further down. He moved to kneel before me, bringing his hands to my pants, undoing them. I moved my hips so he could slid my trousers down. He got to his goal, putting his nose to my pubes and inhaling deeply.

Kyle began to kiss my balls, a nice gesture. I widened my legs and decided to let him work on my junk. The kisses lead to licks, he was still concentrating on my nuts. He put an entire ball in, not able to stretch his mouth around both. Kyle had learned a bit from working on me so far and didn’t rush, spending an incredibly long time on my balls. Licks, kisses, using just his lips to ‘bite’ the skin. I was actually a bit surprised when when he began to kiss up my shaft, making it to the tip where he imitated french kissing Escort Mersin for a bit before slowly moving his lips down. In full contact with my shaft, slowly moving until I was buried in his throat. His nose was back in my pubes, my cock encased now. He stayed until he just had to breath. He pulled back faster then he intended.

After that start he got to moving up and down on my long prick with moderate speed. Nice after some time getting my pump primed. I almost wanted to grab his head and face fuck him, but this needed to be him doing it. I let him. His skills were in full display has he worked hard to pleasure me.

He hadn’t forgotten he needed to use more than just his mouth. One hand cupped my balls and moved my testicles around, the other moved slowly on my inner thigh. He was still sucking, and I was enjoying every minute. His tongue began to move, he had held it in reserve until now. I loved the increased sensations. He loved the long opportunity to service me. He added new actions bit by bit. His head started to move more. He was being sure to go the entire length from tip to base. He was working hard to please me, to make up for his running out.

I leaned back and let him go at it. I was still holding back, not letting myself cum, I was very happy he had returned to me. Kyle continued to suck on my cock, and I saw the sun rising through my windows. I was glad the night was over. His hands continued working my my balls. I was so hard, so very hard, it almost hurt.

I decided it was time to fuck him. I pulled forward and lifted him up, carrying him to my bedroom. There, I pulled his pants off. Once he realized what I was going for, he helped. I had him on his back, lining my cock up to his ass. He looked up at me, unbridled desire on his face, and gratefulness. I let the tip of my cock rest just at the gate of his ass, just letting him feel me there, touching him, intimately. He looked at me in longing. I smiled at him as I pushed in, taking him again, using him as he needed to be used. He let out a groan, feeling like he was content again.

I pumped slowly, letting him feel my dick fully. He needed to relish this fucking I was giving him. To know his owner was taking him again, he needed to block out all the fears he had, to trust me and surrender to me. His face showed just want it should, submission to me, joy at my fucking him.

It’s one thing to fuck a random sub you pick up for a night, it’s another to fuck one you really connect with. If the sub means something to you, everything you do to him means more. His obedience is more fulfilling. Filling his hole is more satisfying. Kyle’s ass felt great, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. A warm sheath around my cock that gave me a sensation much better than the last time I fucked him. I think it was him coming back to me. The fact I had him under me, taking my prick, and wanting me more than ever before.

I leaned down and kissed him, rubbing my body on his, chest to chest. I reached around and pulled his head closer to me. We were undulating together, Kyle groaning in my mouth as we kissed. I increased the force of shoving into him, my desire rising in me. I had almost lost him, got him back, and had to delay my carnal desires for his recovery. I wanted to cum in him again, and I was tired of waiting. I began to rut in earnest. Kyle’s arms reached around me, his fingers scraping on my back, I’m sure he was pulling blood, but I didn’t care. We were together again.

I really thrust in, our bodies rubbing together and covered in sweat. I started going harder into him, and I felt him shoot, his body twisting, almost like he was trying to escape. That was the last Mersin Bayan Escort I could resist, and I came deep in his guts. We held onto each other tighter, continuing our movement in echoes of the fucking we had done. I slowed down, releasing him, arms, mouth and ass. I rolled onto my back, Kyle rolled besides me, putting his head on my chest and his arm over me. We both breathed deep.

After we had a chance to recover, I rubbed his head. “Boy, I know it was tough discovering I have other boys. But you must be strong. I will always have time for you, I will not turn my back on you. But you are the boy, I am the Master. I make the decisions, and that includes who I let into my bed. I will be fucking a lot of boys, I have fucked a lot of boys. But you are mine, all mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry. You promise I will always be yours?”

“I do. I take care of my boys. You will always have a place in my heart.”

“Will, will you share me with your friends?” Kyle sounded small.

“What do you mean?” I moved to look at him.

“I know that some Master’s let friends use their subs. Fuck them, I mean.”

“So you think I’d just loan you out?”

“I don’t know, that’s one of the things Dom’s do, isn’t it?”

“Some, certainly. But I don’t think you are the type that would work for you.”

“So, you’ve done that sort of thing?”

“Shared another man’s slave, yes. I have. Loaned off mine, I’ve done that as well.” He was about to say something. “But it’s not something that works for all slaves. I don’t treat all my subs the same. Each one needs something different, unique to them. The boy you saw here was Mickey. He’s married, to a woman actually. But he likes to do a bit of service. He comes by sucks me off, and cleans my apartment. That’s all. It makes him much happier. He needs to get a bit of servitude in, and he can live the rest of his life in peace.”

“It’s like he needs a bit of this, but not a lot?” Kyle asked.

“Exactly. If he didn’t get to serve me a little bit, he’d have an inch that keep needing to be scratched, and he’d probably go off and do something that would jeopardize his marriage. He’d be miserable if he did nothing, and if he did something, that would make him miserable as well. This resolves all of that.”

“It’s nice of you. You don’t ask him for anything else?”

“Nope, I let him get his itch scratched, and he’s satisfied. His life is much better this way. No unfulfilled longing. He can focus on his wife, everyone is better off.”

“And that’s what I got upset about.” Kyle looked down.

“Yes, that’s what you got upset about. It’s not something you ever need to be concerned about again. I may have other boys, but when I’m with you, it will just be me and you.”

“Thank you, Master.” Kyle snuggled up to me.

After a bit of rest, we had to get going. Kyle needed to get to work. I had to push him a bit, but that’s what subs need sometimes.

That afternoon, close to the time Kyle would be arriving home, I texted him that he could come straight to me, not stopping home first. He obeyed, of course. I opened the door and pulled him into a hug. I let him stay there a moment before reaching down for a brief kiss. I lead him to the sofa and started to remove his clothes, moving his hands when he tried to remove any of mine. I wanted him nude and me not. He quickly figured it out and stopped trying on my clothes. Once I had him naked, I let my hands wonder of his body during our intermittent kissing. I wanted him to recognize our difference, nudity and not. Feeling the reactions of his skin, the slight intake of the sides of his torso, the hardening of his nipples, all revealed he knew the difference.

I moved him so he was laying on his back, head on my lap. I ran one had over his chest, and abs, another through his hair.

“All better?” I asked.

“All better, Master.”

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