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Charity flipped on the windshield wipers and turned the heater up while she negotiated the Chicago traffic. It had been freezing all week, and the rain was coming down in sheets, looking more like a solid stream rather than individual drops. She’d worn her favorite skirt today, and the knit pullover sweater she had on clung to her body showing off her best assets. Her beige canvas raincoat was in the seat next to her umbrella; her purse tucked safely under it. The tall buildings of the city seemed ominous in under the dark gray sky. The only color being the traffic signals as they changed from green to yellow to red. She loved the rain; it gave her an excuse to be late to work and the sound of the water hitting her roof put her in a relaxed mood. The muffled sound of Pharrell Williams singing “Happy” made her smile and a little giddy as she dug through her Micheal Kors purse, scrounging around with her right hand while driving with Kadıköy Escort her left. She wanted to pick it up before it went to voicemail. “I should’ve put this inside the console,” she thought to herself, making contact with it at the last second. Touching ‘accept’ first, she pulled it out of her bag and whisked her shoulder length brown hair away from her ear. “Hey baby, what’re you wearing?” she answered, playfully. “Nothing, I’m dripping wet and just got out of the shower,” Bailey teased, but she was telling the truth. “I was hoping I’d catch you,” she offered, admiring her tight body and firm breasts while she toweled off the bathroom mirror. “I just wanted to make sure you were thinking about me today.” “I am thinking of you, and you’re making me so wet that it’s not fair!” She loved it when Bailey called her on her way to work. “Oh yummy,” she replied. Still admiring her form, she continued Kadıköy Escort Bayan touching herself, lost in conversation and the lingering memory of the night before. “I do my best,” she laughed. “Are you naked? I hope so. I want to imagine you with nothing on all day today. But when I get home I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” she giggled, hitting her left blinker while entering the parking garage. As a paralegal for a large firm, she knew that all her bosses would be in meetings, so being a little tardy wasn’t a problem. “Yes, and I’m touching myself right now,” Bailey delighted in telling her as she ran a single finger over her lips, petting her soft, shaved landing strip. “My nipples are getting hard, it’s cold in here,” she pouted childlike, toying with Charity even more. “I haven’t made our bed yet. I might have to climb back in it to get warm.” She had a smile in her Escort Kadıköy voice and loved to get her going before she got to work. “Oh damn, Bailey, you must stop, or I’ll have to park my car and scold you.” “Scold me, baby. I may need a good spanking when you get home because I’m a very naughty girl.” She turned the heater up and walked slowly around the room with her hair wrapped in a light green towel. “I’m going to play with myself if you don’t talk to me before you open your car door.” Her fingers were sneaking up on her sideways smile, and she could feel her aching need beginning to build. “I want to lick your pussy so bad. When are you going to be home?” Bailey had a huge grin on her face now, as she tortured Charity with the invitation of impossible sex. Charity parked her car in her reserved spot. It was coming down outside now, and her windows had already begun to fog up. “Don’t you touch anything yet, I’ll get you if you do!” She laughed, feeling the moisture fill her panties. “I want to do it with you,” she said in a sultry tone that reflected her heated mood. “I can’t leave these panties on now, they’ll smell like sex all day,” she laughed, lifting her skirt up enough to slide her hand down her new lacy blue panties.

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I was so completely stressed. The day, hell, the week had been brutal. I just wanted to relax, quietly. I found my room, locked the door behind me and removed my clothing. First, my top, then my pants, followed by my bra and panties. I paused a moment in front of the mirror admiring some curves, like my ass, begrudging others, like my tummy. Ultimately, I still feel sexy, even with a few extra pounds and no matter Ümraniye Escort what, I know I have great tits. That means a lot, right? I took the lotion from my bag and began with my long legs, spreading it all over – from the very top of my thighs, all the way to my toes. I smoothed it over the roundness of my ass, wishing someone was there to do my back. From there I went to my Ümraniye Escort Bayan arms, up my neck, down to each breast, full and firm. I replaced the top on the lotion bottle and opened the tanning bed. Just before I sat down, I noticed my nipples in the mirror, hard, maybe from the coolness of the lotion on my naked body, maybe from me touching myself. The moment I remembered Escort Ümraniye the vibe was in my bag, I broke into the biggest smile. I turned the music up in the room, laid down in the bed and closed the top. I began by just touching myself all over, where I’d put the lotion, my sides, my tummy, up to my breasts. Gently I began tugging on my already hard nipples, twisting, pulling, and eventually pinching harder and harder. My back arched from my own touch. Heat was building in my body and in the bed from the lights. The vibe I keep in my bag is small, just a little bullet vibe, maybe 4 or 5 inches long. With the vibe still not on I rubbed it just on the outside of my pussy lips. It was cold, but I liked that feeling.

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Sometimes a story just writes itself and you have to run with it. I never planned on writing Kitty Girl stories. The first one just happened, and after that, well, it just felt right to share adventure after adventure, or at least the ones that I felt comfortable sharing. So, here we are again, a few days after the Academy Awards, sitting at the kitchen counter with a half full (notice I didn’t say half empty) glass of orange juice and a slice of toast with raspberry jam, typing furiously as I try to capture the moment, if not perfectly, at least adequately. =^.^= We like our award shows. Perhaps I should rephrase that. Kay loves the award shows and… well, I love Kay. Most of you know, by now, who Kay is. She’s been my best friend since I was seventeen, a friendship that has evolved over the past twelve years to lover, girlfriend, soul mate, and wife. Oh, and owner, or rather, Kitty Girl’s owner. I even have the collar to prove it, complete with a single silver tag inscribed with the words Property of Kay on it. Sunday night was Oscar night and we’d decided to have a little fun with it, co-hosting a party with Cindy and Mike, our too wonderful to believe next door neighbors. They’ve been in our life for close to three years now, and have become my closest friends in Seattle, where I still feel like a visitor at times. Home is where the heart is, however, and my heart belongs to Kay above all. The venue shifted back and forth during the week, from our kitten filled house, to their rather funky abode, perhaps more suited to a night of celebrating Hollywood excess. In the end, it came down to a game of Roshambo and yes, I went Zen with paper, rather than edgy with scissors or in your face with rock and… Cindy won. Oh, well. I was never all that good with competitive games. I just liked to play and the outcome never bothered me as much as it does most, something that bothers Kay more than a little when we’re playing board games. ‘You’re not taking this seriously, Rach.’ She’d admonish me from time to time, and I’d simply shrug and smile apologetically and go try a little harder, just to please her, still not caring about the outcome. After all, it was enough that I got to sit across the table from her and play footsies. In a way, I’d already won. I spent the day baking, something I’d volunteered for. We were going to do dinner and snacks. Kay spent the day watching me slave away over a hot oven while she lounged around in pajamas and drank whiskey and smoked cigars while watching porn and masturbating furiously… =^.^= Oh, yes, I will suffer for that remark, but it was worth it and no, she doesn’t really smoke or drink whiskey. Nor was she masturbating to porn, much to my disappointment. =^.^= Ok, raise your hand if you think that watching the red carpet is the best part of the night! Really? If you do, you’re obviously watching with the wrong people! It was a small gathering as parties go, until you realize how shy I can actually be in social settings. Amongst the four of us, I can be outgoing and have been known to talk non-stop while saying very little of real substance, Pendik Escort but when you start adding others to the equation I get skittish and have been known to spend hours holding Kay’s hand and saying little beyond the minimum amount necessary and no, I don’t expect any of you to actually believe that, but it’s true. =^.^= So, I’ll back this up a little. Before we left, I took a quick shower and got dressed. I was surprised to find clothes laid out for me on the bed as I exited the bathroom, a damp towel wrapped around me, covering my small but perky breasts. I visited Kay with a questioning look. “I thought it would be fun for you to dress up.” She replied. “Fun for whom?” “For me.” This last was delivered with a loving smirk, one that meant trouble. Not serious trouble, but certainly, she was up to no-good. My private thoughts were vindicated as I surveyed her picks. The first item that caught my attention was a pair of purple and pink striped stockings that I’ve dubb ‘my Cheshire Cat look’. If you’ve seen Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, you know exactly what I’m talking about. I had a pair of panties which matched them, by the way. Vertical stripes rather than horizontal. Those had been laid out as well. Added to that was a cute little pink dress with purple trim and accents. For those of you curious, I am small. Perhaps petite would be a better description, and I often do my shopping alongside young teens meaning I carry some less then mature (and way more fun) fashions in my wardrobe. “You getting dressed up too?” I asked her, not wanting to stand out too much, knowing that it would be more then my tight knit family of her, Cindy, and Mike and already feeling a little self-conscious. “Not really.” “Then I don’t think…” “Did I ask you what you thought, Rachel?” She gave me that look, then. It was a simple cock of the eyebrow, pulling up one corner of her mouth as well, and her dark eyes boring into me with an intensity that meant ‘do you really want to argue with me?’ The answer wasn’t always ‘no’, but today, I backed down, not wanting to risk the paddle, the ‘nose pressed against the bedroom wall torture’, or worse. So I dressed, forgetting my objections as I stared at the girl in the mirror, thinking she was kind of cute. Ok, pretty. I don’t always feel pretty, so it was a gift, one that I took note of, sharing a bright smile with my always thoughtful lover. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” That sealed the deal. I was committed. I would weather any and all sideways glances or teasing, knowing that I looked beautiful in her eyes. I felt like a princess, albeit a Disney one. “You really think so?” I said, realizing with a start I’d been filling the silence with my purr. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it, kitty.” And so it was settled. I was her beautiful kitty today. Sans collar and ears, perhaps, but nonetheless, the seed had been planted. To further seal my fate, she stood behind me and careful pulled my dirty blonde hair to one side of my head and into a pig tail, soothing it out gently before tying a Pendik Escort Bayan thick purple ribbon to hold it in place. Then, the other side got the same treatment. “There. Now you’re my perfect little kitten.” I simply nodded, meeting her gaze in the mirror as she kissed the back of my head, awash in her love for me. As long as I was her kitty girl, everything would be fine, right? Right. =^.^= Cindy thought I looked adorable, kissing me on the nose as she greeted me, laughing at the pout on my lips, having puckered up to receive her kiss on my mouth, which grew to epic proportions when Kay received a lingering kiss on her mouth. I might have even mumbled something like ‘Fine. Be like that’ under my breath, for which I received a sharp slap on my bottom from Kay. Next time I’d remember to mumble softer, I vowed. So… the crowd. Besides ourselves and our neighbors, there was Kay’s longtime friend, and sometimes lover, Ed, whom I adored beyond all reason, despite the fact that my wife spent a weekend at his place fucking his brains out. I had to wonder, as I greeted him with a hug, if she’d be going home with him or with me tonight. It wasn’t jealousy that fueled that thought, merely curiosity. And, there were two other couples, whom I knew from the Clue Parties we sometimes attended as well as other social events with Mike and Cindy. For the purposes of this story I will refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Peacock and Mr. and Mrs. Plum, mostly because it makes me giggle a little to do so. So, I’d brought food. Fresh baked blondies with almond slivers and chocolate chips. Home-made Salsa, barrio style (complete with a warning that it was made to Kay’s taste meaning it was hot!). And cheese enchiladas. All in all, with what everyone else had brought, there was way too much food. That was kind of the point, however, wasn’t it? Oh, and yes, there was beer, wine, and champagne. Like I said earlier, watching the red carpet was not the best part of the night. It was fun, however. We got to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over stars and starlets and chatter about movies and there was an Oscar bingo card passed around as well as friendly wagers on the night’s outcome; Everything from if Billy Crystal would still be funny to who would win best picture or if anyone would let slip the ‘F’ word (they did!). The three big films for the night were The Descendants and The Artist (both of which I’d seen) and The Help (which I haven’t, but have been meaning to). We chose sides, Kay placing herself in the camp of Clooney’s movie, and I taking a contradictory stance, honoring my French roots, and yes, there was friendly bickering between us for some time… I’m not sure when it happened. It felt natural. My skittishness quickly wore off. I’d started out the evening staying within Kay’s shadow. Pleasant, yet subdued, my voice soft, those rare instances I talked at all. Sometimes I simply resorted to my own unique brand of sign language which she has (and Cindy is beginning to) learned to translate. The Plums and Peacocks were all theatre people, so they’d done semi-fancy Escort Pendik dresses, making me feel less out of place in my Cheshire-wear, for which I was thankful. Still, I felt self-conscious at first which sometimes pushes me further into a kitty like state. We settled down and watched and I found myself curled up on the couch next to Kay with my head on her thigh while she absently stroked my hair just as one would a favorite pet. I was in heaven, hardly even aware that I was purring, my eyes half closed as I paid as much attention to her touch as I did the broadcast. In fact, I am sure I zoned out for much of it, only taking note when it truly interested me (Kermit and Piggy and Emma Stone and Chris Rock!). My bingo card was forgotten, as was the tableful of snacks and my glass of white zinfandel. My world became centered on Kay. To add to that, Cindy had settled herself to my other side so that my toes brushed her bare thighs (she was wearing a soft knee length skirt the color of leaves. Kate, I should mention, was dressed in comfortably loose scarlet yoga pants). Somewhere around the best supporting actress award, she’d started running her fingers absently over my stockinged ankle and calf, further lulling me into kitty dreamland. Not that I slept, mind you! I simply lost myself in the feeling of non-sexual ecstasy of their touch… I felt so loved. Slowly, I came out of my shell, making small talk with Ed and Mike and the Plums and the Peacocks when it suited me, secure as long as I felt the touch of one or the other of my… well, my owner and my kitty-sitter, which was what Cindy had become at some point in our relationship. I became covertly playful too, caressing Cindy’s bare thighs with my feet teasingly, attempting to push the hem of her skirt higher, or slip my toes beneath it. I settled my head into Kay’s lap, rubbing my face between her thighs when I thought no one was looking, pleased that, at some point, I could smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal through her pants, wondering if, or when, the crotch would darken, letting me know I’d achieved my desired goal. As for me, my cute little purple and pink striped undies had become uncomfortably damp and it was impossible not to take note of the way my nipples poked through my thin cotton dress. Had I worn a bra, they might not have been quite so obvious, but I hadn’t. Not that I cared. Truthfully, when I caught Cindy gazing at them, a look of hunger in her eyes, I was suddenly quite pleased by the fact. I’m not sure how aware of our little game the others were. Certainly Mike noticed and Ed, who knew us well, took note. I can only assume that the Plums and Peacocks were simply too polite to say anything. At least, for most of the evening. That changed shortly after the awards ended… It had been a fun show. There had been a few surprises, but not many. I got to tease Kay about ‘my’ movie beating hers. Billy Crystal was, in my opinion, not as good as everyone thought he was going to be. I got to watch the entire proceedings curled up between Kay and Cindy, only shifting or getting up during food and bathroom breaks. And then, the dynamic changed, or rather, the seating arrangement did. I should mention that Ed (leaving a secret smile on my face, knowing that Kay would be all mine tonight) left shortly after the show ended, as did Mr. and Mrs. Peacock. The Plums, however, remained behind.

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I had been away for a few days and my flat mate, Victoria, wasn’t expecting me back yet. I let myself in to the flat, and went to my room to unpack, feeling tired I lay myself down on my bed and fell asleep.I was woken to the sound of a running bath. I rub my tired eyes and raised myself off my bed, and left my room to say hello to Victoria. By now the noise of the running water had stopped.I walked down the hall, towards the bathroom to shout through the door, to tell Victoria I was home. I reached the door and was about to shout when I noticed that she hadn’t closed the door, I couldn’t help myself, I peered through the crack in the door into the bathroom. Victoria was lying in the bath, with her back to me. I stood transfixed, as I watched her rubbing soap into her pert breasts. I should have left, but I couldn’t help but watch.I watched as she continued to rub the soap into her breasts, and then she moved her hands down applying the soap to her stomach and then her hands continued down to rub between her legs.As I watched I noticed that she had started to rub a bit harder at her pussy than I would expect when washing, I could just make out her wispy pubic hair, trimmed into a neat strip. As I continued to watch I could feel myself becoming aroused.Victoria was still rubbing at her mound; she was definitely masturbating; her fingers of her right hand rubbing up and down her slit, while her left hand moved back up to her breasts.Without thinking my hand had drifted between my legs, I gently rubbed myself through the material of my short skirt. I could feel myself getting Maltepe Escort wet.Victoria was now rubbing her pussy with a bit more urgency now; I could see her fingers parting her lips, running up and down her slit, every couple of strokes, pausing to tease her clit.I slowly lifted my skirt up, and slid the fingers of right hand into the waistband of my panties; my other hand had started to undo the buttons of my blouse.Victoria had now got both hands between her legs, and was rubbing her self harder, her fingers a blur as she frantically rubbed her clit, I watched as she inserted a finger into her hole, and then followed it with another. She stared to pump her fingers in and out of her hot pussy.My fingers were scratching up and down my wet slit, I was afraid to finger myself too hard as I didn’t want to make a noise for fear of being caught.Victoria, now moved herself forward, I could see her maneuver herself, she had one leg draped over the side of the bath, I struggled to see what she was doing, shifting slightly I could just make out that she was holding her lips open with one hand, and then she turned on the taps, adjusted them and then she positioned herself under the jet of water. She now used her free hand to frig her hard clit.I could feel my juice running along my slit, I was still being careful not to make a noise. I stayed clear of my clit as I knew that I would soon cum noisily if I did.Victoria was clearly close to cumming, her head was thrust back, her hips rising and falling, I could hear her moaning and then she started Maltepe Escort Bayan to cum noisily, oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t alone.I wanted to rush in and push my head between her spread thighs, to taste her sweet cum, to lick and suck on her delicate lips, nibble on her clit.As I watched her climax finally die down I left and quietly entered my bedroom, and silently closed the door. I lay face down on my bed, my face buried into my pillow to stifle the noise that I knew I would make. I had both hands under me, my fingers in my panties, stroking along my dripping slit. I started to pinch and pull at my sensitive clit, my juice flowing from me, the fingers of my other hand scratching along my wet lips; I push three fingers into my hot, tight juicy hole.My orgasm swept over me at that moment, I cried out into my pillow, I bucked my hips, grinding my clit onto my fingers, forcing my fingers deep into my soaking hole, my juice pouring from my pussy, coating my fingers with my cum. Eventually my climax subsides, I withdraw my cum soaked fingers from my dripping hole and bring them up to my mouth, licking my fingers clean, I savour the sweet taste of my juice.I hear Victoria leave the bathroom, had she seen me, heard me? Is she going to come and confront me? I listened intently, but no she wasn’t coming my way, in fact as she left the bathroom I could hear her singing, her sweet voice audible through my door. She couldn’t know I was there, I was so relieved, I would wait a while and then I would go downstairs and pretend to come Escort Maltepe in noisily.As I waited I could hear that Victoria was now in her bedroom, I heard her TV come on, I couldn’t make out what she was watching; only that she had it on.As quietly as I could I rearranged my clothes, my panties were soaked so I discarded them. I opened my bedroom door and silently crept along the corridor, Victoria hadn’t closed her door, why would she, she thought she was alone.I managed to sneak a look into her room as I passed. She was lying on her bed, her back to the door; she was wrapped in a towel, her hair and skin still wet from her bath. I glanced to see what she was watching on TV, some credits were rolling across the screen, and then the action started.On the screen I could see a woman enter a bedroom, she was dressed in a sexy black dress, wore high heels, extenuating the length of her tanned legs. As she walked into the room she slowly pulled the straps of the dress over her shoulders, and peeled the dress down over her breasts, exposing her very skimpy and lacy bra.I couldn’t believe it, was Victoria watching a porn film? I stood rooted to the spot anxious to find out. I had watched a couple of porn films before, but I it was always one that a boyfriend had, I couldn’t believe that Victoria would have one.On the screen the woman tugged her dress over her hips and wiggled herself free, kicking it into the corner of the room. She was wearing a very sexy skimpy pair of lace panties, and a pair of stockings and suspenders.I looked at Victoria laid on her bed, her towel was still wrapped around her, but one hand had snaked under it and I could just make out movement around her breasts.The woman on the screen sat on her bed and reaching behind her, released the clasp on her bra and slowly peeled the bra from her pert breasts, throwing it onto the floor with her dress.

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Sally Lawrence, aged in her mid fifties, had had a wonderful Friday night and most of Saturday. Since the Friday evening, she had rekindled and possibly ignited her lesbian affair with old school friend Gina Meadows, been fucked by Gina’s seventeen-year-old son Ryan, and received six strokes of the cane across her large arse.She was now back at home on Saturday evening and looking at her cane marked backside in a mirror as she fingered her cunt and thought back over the previous twenty-four hours.Gina and Ryan had now been having incestuous sex for five weeks and that was certainly going to continue, but the introduction of Sally to the equation was going to add to the sexual delights for both of them.Gina, like Sally, had a cane marked arse because Ryan had put stripes on both sets of mature buttocks on Saturday morning and Ryan was now kissing his mother’s red-lined cheeks as a prelude to their next fuck.Ryan and Gina spent much of Sunday fucking and Sally spent a lot of it masturbating and wishing that she was with the other two.At work on Monday, Sally had to hold herself back from putting her arms around Gina and snogging her but during the morning Gina indicated to Sally that she was going to the ladies loo and for her to follow. The two women made sure that all of the cubicles were empty and then locked themselves in one, it was very cramped but they both needed some physical contact.They kissed long and hard and as they swapped tongues they grabbed each other’s buttocks. It was now more than forty-eight hours since they had each received six strokes of the cane but the arse groping caused them both to flinch a bit, and then giggle.In the very confined area, Sally turned Gina around and put her hands under Gina’s T-shirt and pushed her bra off her tits which she now massaged. Gina was pushing her arse back into her friend’s crotch and Sally was kissing Gina’s neck as she fondled her breasts. The outer Anadolu Yakası Escort door to the loo then opened and two other female employees entered.Gina and Sally tried to remain quiet in their cubicle as the two new arrivals each used one of the other cubicles, still talking to each other whilst doing it. The other two women continued their conversation whilst washing their hands and whilst this was happening Sally was sending Gina wild by playing with her nipples between her fingers.Gina reached back with her hands and grabbed Sally’s arse and that pulled them closer together and they bumped against the side of the cubicle.”Are you alright in there?” said one of the other women.”Yeah, fine, I just dropped my handbag,” replied Sally thinking quickly. Gina said nothing, which was fortunate, so the two women did not realise that the cubicle had two occupants.The women left and Gina and Sally thought that they had better leave too but Sally left first in case either of the other two women was still close by. Gina had to adjust her bra anyway before she left but both she and Sally were frustrated and wanting more sexual activity soon.Sally and Gina managed a nice, undisturbed, kiss and cuddle outside at lunchtime but they could not go as far as they wanted to and needed to. “Come to my house after work, I fucking need you,” Sally almost begged.”What about Ryan, his tea?” said Gina although she wanted to go to bed with Sally just as much as Sally did she.”Send him a text, I am sure he will understand, you need not be too long,” said a hopeful Sally.”I suppose, but we can’t do this every night,” said Gina.”I know, although I wish we could,” replied Sally.Gina sent Ryan a text saying that she was going back to Sally’s house for a while after work but would not be too long and Ryan replied that it was fine and for them to enjoy themselves.After work, Sally and Gina were Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan soon at Sally’s house, somewhere that Gina had not been for a while but it seemed that the women would be seeing far more of each other in the future.They were soon kissing and groping in Sally’s bedroom and then Sally turned Gina around and got her hands under Gina’s T-shirt as she had done in the morning, but now there would not be interruptions. As Sally again pushed Gina’s bra clear of her breasts and started kissing her neck and fondling her tits, Gina again reached behind them both and grabbed Sally’s arse.There were no other female voices and they did not bash against a wall but they were soon again facing each other as clothing got loosened and removed. Skirts were now on the ground and upper clothing off as hands cupped bare arses inside knickers and tongues explored the other’s mouth.Knickers were off and cane marks compared and buttocks kissed before the two highly aroused women got their faces to their friend’s wet cunts in a sixty-nine. Tongues sent cunts and clits into delirium and both women got their faces smeared in female cum as they hungrily licked and lapped at gaping vaginas.They lay naked for a while before Gina said, “I am so glad that we are friends again,” as she looked into Sally’s eyes.”More than friends aren’t we?” smiled Sally.”It seems that way, ” laughed Gina.”You had better go back to Ryan, give him my love,” said Sally before giving Gina a long, cum tasting, kiss.”I had better go, but you can give him your love yourself, stay Friday night again this week,”  said Gina.”Have you asked Ryan if I can stay Friday?” asked Sally who was elated at the thought.”Not yet but I am sure he won’t mind, he likes having two mature women to fuck,” laughed Gina.Gina got dressed and went home but both women were already looking forward to the next time.”Hi Escort Anadolu Yakası sweetheart,” said Gina to Ryan when she got home and planted a kiss on him.”Mmmm, is that Sally’s cunt I can taste,” laughed Ryan, who had not yet actually gone down on his mother’s friend.”Yeah it is, she sends you her love,” chuckled Gina.”That’s nice of her, I think that I will have to taste her cunt for myself soon,” said the confident seventeen-year-old.”You can on Friday, I have asked her to stay again, I am sure you don’t mind,” said Gina who was now massaging her son’s cock through his trousers.”Not sure that I can wait until then, can’t she come sooner?” said Ryan who was now fondling his mother’s breasts through her T-shirt.”I am sure that that can be arranged, now do you want your tea or….?” started Gina but Ryan was now on his knees having pulled down her skirt and he was fingering her wet cunt through her knickers.”I think tea can wait, don’t you? said Ryan who now stood and removed his trousers and underpants and Gina took his erection in her hand. Gina let go of his cock for a moment to take her knickers off and then she bent over the back of the settee.”Still got the cane marks,” pointed out Ryan as he put his penis at Gina’s cunt entrance.”Yeah, so has Sally,” said Gina before sighing as her son slid into her and gave her a hard fast fucking that had her cumming hard before Ryan’s spunk shot into her.”Now we can have tea,” laughed Ryan as he withdrew from his just fucked mother.The next day at work Gina said to Sally, “Ryan wants to see you before Friday and he wants to taste your cunt.””Shit, that hunk can taste my cunt anytime, when shall I be there?” asked an excited Sally.”Make it Wednesday, make lover boy wait a while,” smiled Gina.”Yeah, but that makes me wait as well doesn’t it?” said Sally.”So you will be gagging for it,” replied Gina, safe in the knowledge that she would be getting fucked by Ryan this coming night.”Too fucking true I will be gagging for it,” said a slightly frustrated Sally.Tuesday evening Gina gave Ryan the news that Sally would be there the next evening and that Sally would be gagging for it so Gina would leave the two of them together, “Although I will probably watch,” she laughed as she added it as an afterthought.

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Alice’s mind was miles away from Father Stephenson’s lecture on the Trail of Tears during 8th period. She’d been an exemplary student all her life, but since turning 18 at the beginning of the school year, she’d been unable to focus on anything but her escape from St. Ignace’s. She might have felt guilty not paying attention to such a horrific story before, but she couldn’t help but watch the second hand of the clock above the projector screen tick and tick, second by second as she recalled her own little horror story. She sat in the dark at the back of the classroom, crossing her legs tightly, playing with the elastic of her knee-high socks, and recalling what Father Michael had done to her in the past week.After her first punishment, Alice spent the next day limping and wincing every time she sat down in a plastic school chair. The welts on her backside turned to bruises overnight and she dreaded her forthcoming punishment after school. Upon reaching Father Michael’s office, she performed the ritual of bending over his desk and lifting her plaid skirt, presenting herself to her tormentor. Michael pulled her underwear down just below her cheeks, raised his hand in a big show, and then gave her the lightest of pats. She sighed in relief against his wooden desk before looking up in confusion as she felt his bearded lips caressing the bruised skin of her pale cheeks. She cooed softly against the wood while he softly explored her ass with his mouth and tongue. He kissed her like this for some time before burying his face between her legs and taking in a deep inhale, immersing himself in her scent. Alice lifted her head and moaned as she felt the bridge of his crooked nose against her wet lips.The smell seemed to exhilarate the old man as he spun her around, placed her on her knees and plunged his dick into her mouth again. It was different this second time, though. His thrusts were slower and more deliberate. He took time to look down into her innocent brown eyes as he ravaged her sweet face. And Alice participated with far more vigor after having a night to fantasize about the Priest. She took him deeper than before, longing for the tip of his thick cock to touch the back Bostancı Escort of her throat. He grinded his pelvis in smooth thrusts as he caressed her soft red hair and it would have almost seemed like he was making love to her mouth were it not interrupted by the occasional slap across the face. When he finished, he stared into her eyes, telling her to look at him as he came into her mouth. He looked down at Alice and degradingly told her to swallow which she did eagerly, smiling up and licking her lips afterwards, happy to have pleased her man. He followed this with his usual, “Get the fuck out of here” and Alice did as she was told.When she returned the following day. Father Michael opened his door just a crack, as if it surprised him to have a visitor.“What?”Alice stammered, “I… are we?”He looked at her coldly through his red glasses.“I’m busy. Fuck off.”He slammed the door shut and Alice walked away confused, slightly relieved, but disappointed at the rejection. “Moody fucker”, she whispered to herself as she stomped down the hall petulantly.The weekend came, and she was glad to have a Saturday to herself. She turned off her phone and enjoyed a day of solitude, spending her time on simple things like cleaning her room, reading in the bathtub, and not having to sit directly on a bruised ass for hours at a time. The day was peaceful for her, but she tossed and turned before going to sleep, her thoughts invaded by images of the old priest. Tiny clips of what he had done to her played incessantly in her mind. Strangely, when she reimagined it, she saw it from his perspective, sickly enjoying the images of herself as her mouth was ravaged.Two masses were held on Sunday, and Father Michael failed to even glance at Alice. “What the fuck is his problem?”, she thought as he passed her in the upstairs hallway on the way to the financial office. Father Michael allowed her to keep her volunteer position recording the weekly offerings even after catching her stealing, but to her chagrin, Sister Meredith had been replaced with Sister Dorothy, a young, annoyingly pretty nun with blonde hair, blue eyes, and 20/20 vision. The jig was up. Bostancı Escort Bayan After they had finished filing, Father Michael entered the office, continuing to ignore Alice and fawning over Sister Dorothy. “Maybe that’s what it takes for the son of a bitch to smile”, Alice thought. He exited the room, smiling at Dorothy and actually showing teeth for possibly the first time. Alice was livid. She excused herself to the young nun and followed Michael down the hall.“Hey! What is your fucking pr….”Michael spun around quickly for his age, grabbed the young girl by the arms, and shoved her into a deep doorway, hiding them both from view. He stood behind her, gripping her arms and pressing her chest into the wooden door of the janitor’s closet. She looked up over her shoulder at the old man as he pressed his forehead and nose hard against her. She could feel his hot breath against her mouth as he reached around and squeezed her face tight.“What, you little fucking slut?”His other hand wrapped around her throat. Alice suddenly lost her train of thought again.“I… I…”Michael’s hand squeezed down on her throat even tighter.“You want some attention?”Alice’s eyes grew wide and pouty. She felt like a little girl again when she looked up at the old man and nodded, “Yes, sir”.The priest pressed his lips against her ear. She felt the heat of his breath and the roughness of his beard as he said maliciously, “I’ll give you some fucking attention.”Alice moaned as he bit into her ear, reached under her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her thighs. He then took two fingers and put them deep into Alice’s mouth, touching the back of her throat, then reached down as she arched her back, presenting herself for the old man. But he had another intention. He covered her mouth to muffle her yelp as he inserted his middle finger into her ass. She struggled against him as she grit her teeth, growling with pain and an entirely new kind of pleasure, but the priest held her tightly and pressed his finger further inside her. Her hands and legs shook violently at the sensation that was far too much for her to handle. The priest held his fingers still inside Escort Bostancı of her as he spoke into her ear in a dulcet tone.“Shhh. Relax…just take it. Now look at me.”She looked longingly over her shoulder into the brown eyes of the old man, through his bloodred eyeglasses, not understanding how he made her so thoroughly desire his cruelty. He moved his hand from her face and kissed her deeply. Alice moaned into the Priest’s mouth as she passionately returned his kiss. He spoke to her with his lips still pressed against hers.“You’re mine.”Alice nodded.He pressed his middle finger all the way up her young ass, causing her to quiver and moan.“Say it”.“I’m yours!”She pressed her ass against Michael’s hand, leaning her head back on his shoulder, cooing and softly repeating, “I’m yours… I’m yours.”He spoke in a low whisper into her ear, “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you”.Alice nodded and repeated, “Yes”.“I’m going to take what I want, when I want to, and you’re just going to show up at my office like a good girl and take whatever the fuck I give you, isn’t that right?”“Yes, Father.”“Good girl.”He dragged his finger out of her ass slowly, allowing her a few last moments of pleasure before he exited her. After a slight kiss on her cheek he whispered, “See you around”, and walked away without looking back.Alice stood in the doorway with her panties still around her thighs collecting her breath, not knowing how to process what she was feeling.And then nothing. She stopped by his office for days, knocking and receiving no answer. She didn’t know what to make of his erratic behavior. Was it some kind of game or was he really done with her?“Alice!”She snapped back into 8th period.“What? Um, yes, Father Mi… Stephenson?”“When was the Indian Removal Act passed?”She stared blankly for a moment before blurting out, “1830”.Father Stephenson paused before replying, “Very good”.She walked with her books in her arms shyly toward Father Michael’s office after school, not knowing whether he would be there or if he was, whether he would see her. To her surprise, the door was ajar. She pushed it open hesitantly and awkwardly knocked as she did.“Hello?”“Ally! Get the fuck over here.” He had an oddly jovial tone and instead of being behind his giant, intimidating wooden desk, he sat off in a corner of the room at a small table next to a stain glass window. His collar was undone and he didn’t have his glasses on. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the whiskey in his hand.

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Justin looked around nervously at the wonderous costumes and people behind them who walked from event to event at Dingaling City’s annual pride parade. This was Justin’s first time, having been raised in a conservative environment that would blush at such events, as he was doing so now. “Okay,” thought Justin, “what first?” He was trembling in the heat of the summer, his light blue cotton button-up was showing telltale signs of his repressed little heart in slight perspiration stains. His pale knees shook under the hemming of the tan shorts he had typically refused to wear. He hated showing his legs, feeling like only old men were supposed to have patches of missing hair from wearing dress socks. This annoyance had overridden his standard level-headedness and pushed him to shave his legs for the first time. Being a skinny guy his legs seemed far more defined than he felt they actually were. Ankle shoes and rainbow socks completed the image he was going for, which was lost on even himself. Was he a preppy college kid, or some trust fund baby perhaps? Did he only have enough time to take an extended lunch to visit the pride parade this year? No, he wanted to make an impression on someone, but he had no clue who that someone even was. Justin noticed a dark purple crushed velvet tent located curiously beside two buildings that he had sworn had an exit of some sort located between them previously. He wandered towards it. There were dandies dressed in cabaret uniforms handing out Jello shots to anyone who would open their mouth and let them slide it in for them. Circus performers were doing tricks in the streets, and some were even using their circus talents to do the occasional cartwheel before returning to their ‘head’. Burly men with hairy Kadıköy Escort chests and cute hats that looked like bears were walking around like Tarzan merkin-less beneath their loincloths, beating their chests, and performing feats of strength. One police officer was sitting on his bike, knee raised in a poor attempt to hide his erection. He had on sunglasses, but Justin felt his eyes follow him towards the tent across the street. Justin’s face was nearly as red as the tent that he was now walking into. The curtains were layered in long, thick strips, that gave off the impression of a car wash as he pushed his way through them and into the dark space within. It had the appearance of a small den, a domed curtain of the thinnest satin, appeared to dance above them unsupported. The space between it and the walled lining of the tent created an illusion that they were somehow in a void, cut off from the delights happening out in the light. A figure was seated on the floor upon a pillow, another pillow across from them. A small circular desk hovered on the floor between them seemingly unsupported by anything. Upon it was a pack of old tarot cards, a small glass ball filled with a kind of smoke, a single pink candle that was the only light source in the dim space, and a black cloth satchel. “Please… sit,” commanded the beautiful voice. It had sounded as though more than one person was speaking at once, a soft sing-songy voice mixed with something deep and rich that reverberated in Justin’s chest. “Okay, but what,” he was cut off. “Your questions will be answered,” responded the voice. “You are unsure of yourself, and are wondering what your place is here, aren’t you?”Justin stared at the psychic. A veil of Kadıköy Escort Bayan the same material as the inside lining of the tent shadowed their movements beneath. They were wearing a sleeveless robe that had been moved strategically to uncover their crossed and bare legs, a single piece on either side flowing down between the crossed legs and blocked the remaining view. “Yeah,” was Justin’s short response. For a moment the psychic made a noise that sounded either like a stifled laugh, or a suppressed cough. “I’m sorry, you made me laugh,” they clarified before quickly snapping back into character. “Would you care for a full reading?””Yes, but can I ask a question before?””You just did.”Justin chuckled, “okay, this is my first time going to a pride event. Are all of them like this? I mean this is a smaller town and this seems extremely elaborate and well planned out. Why are none of the other events like this?”The psychic broke character again and responded flatly, “Yeah but those are straight events, they can’t account for regular kinks in event planning, how would they ever purposefully account for all our kinks without the twinks?” They both laughed at the joke, which helped to relax Justin. He yielded control back to the psychic who proceeded with the reading. “My name is Esmeralda, and yes, I am actually psychic. I do not believe in profiting off of these gifts, so I offer them up to those willing to freely receive. How about it Justin, are you willing to receive?””Wait, I don’t remember telling you my name,” he replied. “Shhh… Now we can begin. If anything makes you uncomfortable I want you to simply say stop. At that point I’ll move back to my seat, and will only resume with your consent. Escort Kadıköy Is that understood?”Justin nodded his head, then verbally consented after realizing how caught up in the moment he was becoming. Esmerelda made a shooing movement with their left hand and the small desk that separated them rose upward and disappeared through the veil. “Okay, that was creepy.” “Shh…””Sorry.”They stared at him with a piercing look as though there was nothing that could be hidden. Esmerelda sank to her knees and crawled toward Justin, eyes locked in a trance-like state. “I need your hand,” Esmerelda cooed. Justin reached forward, palm upwards in anticipation of the traditional reading. Eye contact was broken, migrating to the offered palm. Both hands rose to meet his, cupping it with the left hand, and tracing the lines with the right. The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity as a gentle shiver traced upwards along Justin’s spine. “Oh my,” muttered the Madame. “Oh my, you have quite an interesting reading. May I,” they dropped his hand and reached for his other. “I thought so… You have an openness to you that intrigues me. I wonder would you mind if I, in the privacy of the tent, ask you to take off some clothing for me? I would oblige if it makes you more comfortable of course.”Justin paused for a moment with a raised brow and finally replied, “Uh sure.”Again Madame Esmerelda laughed before continuing, “and may I?”They reached for his shoes as Justin agreed to be disrobed. The shoes and rainbow socks came off first, followed by the button up which of course had a white undershirt layered beneath it. That too was removed, leaving solely the tan shorts and blushing skin. The Madame’s eye wandered over Justin’s body, scanning him thoroughly, occasionally a delicate touch was used to search for some mysterious thing or other. He didn’t mind the searching, his blushing being a reaction to such sudden immodesty, the twitch in his legs however was new. There wasn’t a time he could place where he had ever been leg-shaking turned on. Until now. 

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He just watched as she stood behind me, her soft hands, gracefully sliding down my back. Slightly raising my arms, she moved her hands Ümraniye Escort to my breasts. Ümraniye Escort Bayan Escort Ümraniye I licked my lips as he watched. Down they went, over my tummy, then my thighs to the bottom of my skirt. Putting one soft, warm, hand under my skirt, tracing upward. Over my stocking top to my knickers. I let out a moan, “Don’t stop.” I begged. He shook his head, smiled and walked off. It was only a traffic stop. No idea why she frisked me. Perhaps she fancied me. 

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Terry had endured a thoroughly miserable holiday, possibly the worst yet. The hotel they had booked had seen better days, the family had squabbled incessantly, and the all-inclusive meals had left an awful lot to be desired. The final straw was the tedious long drive home due to the Bank Holiday traffic jams. Excusing himself from the supper table, Terry headed for bed.His bedtime reading matter included the first edition of The Herald, a new community newspaper. After reading all the news items and articles and becoming thoroughly sick of cheesy pictures of local flower shows, his eyes wandered down the classified ads. Local decorators, gardeners, and odd job men vied to offer their services. Right at the bottom of the column one notice caught his eye: SENSUAL HOLISTIC MASSAGE. It turned out that this ‘by appointment only’ service was being offered Ataşehir Escort by a local lady named ‘Voluptuous Vera’, who had provided her mobile phone number. Terry decided to call her in the morning when the coast was clear, once his wife had set off to spend the day shopping in town with a friend. The opening of the conversation with Vera was somewhat tense. Terry was anxious to know what it was going to cost, what exactly would be involved, and above all whether total discretion could be guaranteed.“My normal service is £50, payable in cash in advance, though there are several extras that I can provide. My sessions last one hour.”“Erm, can you tell me about these extras?” Terry asked.  “BDSM, if you’re into that sort of thing. Or I can wear my black corset and high heels.”  Terry decided he’d better Ataşehir Escort Bayan cut to the chase.“Is that just for a massage and a happy ending?”“Oh yes, honey, I’m afraid I don’t do full sex with clients, only hand relief. But I’m happy to massage you unclothed, so to speak.”   Terry asked “You or me?”“Why both of us of course”.She gave a cheeky giggle, “And I let my clients touch me.”   Trevor was getting quite aroused by the thought of being masturbated by a local stranger while he explored her private areas. He decided to go for broke.“How would tomorrow morning at 10.30 suit you?”After a short pause while she consulted her diary, Vera came back on the line.“10.30 tomorrow would be fine, honey, although one of my regular gentlemen is calling at 12 noon, but it will still give us 30 minutes Escort Ataşehir to clean up, won’t it?”He decided that the subtle ‘clean up’ reference more or less guaranteed that this woman would be giving him a much-needed orgasm. The idea of cumming in front of (possibly even all over) her was just what the doctor ordered Terry decided. He scribbled her rough location in the back of his pocket diary.Vera added, “I’ll send you my postcode and house number via text so you won’t have any problems finding me.” Inventing a believable cover story to tell his wife about an electrical fault which needed sorting on his car, Terry set off in good time for his rendezvous with Vera. The location was a tidy little cottage, discreetly tucked away on a main road, with ample off-road parking. He nervously rang the door chimes. The woman who cheerily answered the door was not at all what he had expected. No petite, dark-skinned oriental young maiden, Vera was a beautiful blonde lady with curves in all the right places and very pleasing on the eye. She wore a blue kimono and heels and had a lovely welcoming smile.“Do come on through to my little parlour,” she purred,

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I took Holly into my office and made her sit down. Again I had a large “file” on her on my desk for her to ponder about. And I began with her just like I had the other two.Holly was the youngest and newest member of The Bad Girls. She was also the quietest. Her biggest problem was that she so wanted to belong that she ignored what she knew was wrong just so she could fit in.I could tell pretty quickly in talking to her that she was basically a good girl just hanging around with the wrong element. Still, that was her choice and people still get in trouble just by associating with troublemakers.She skipped classes, smoked, and did all the things the other girls did, even if it wasn’t her idea to begin with. So she would be given the same options as the other two.Holly’s youth and naive nature would work to my advantage. Once I told her what I was offering and what she would face if she didn’t accept my offer, she got scared.She didn’t want to get in any more trouble than she was already in and she knew that if she didn’t graduate so she could get a good job and help out with the family finances, she would disappoint her mother terribly.Especially when her mother learned why she hadn’t graduated. So Holly got on board the Longfellow Express right away once I convinced her that no one else needed to know about our little arrangement.A couple of years of playing slutty schoolgirl to me in exchange for a diploma and an easier life down the road was a small price to pay in her mind. And so with Holly’s consent secured I had talked to all three girls separately. It was time to bring them all in and finalize things. I kept Holly with me in the office and brought Kim in from the waiting room. “Now sit down Kim but do not talk. I don’t want either of you to say a word until I tell you, got it?” Two nodded heads told me they understood. I got on the intercom to my vice principal. “Ms. Rayburn, please send Heather into my office.” Presently Heather came in hesitantly and unsure of what was going to happen. “Sit down Heather and do not speak until I tell you to.” She obeyed, cautiously sitting on the edge of the imitation leather sofa in my office.”Now then girls, I have had a nice little chat with all three of you and I have learned some very interesting facts about each of you. We discussed your past performance and what the future may hold for you.”None of you knows what I said to the other two and I did that purposely – I want you to make up your own minds without coaching or direction from the others. And so with a simple yes or no answer, nothing more, Heather do you understand what we talked about?””Yes.””And do you agree with it?”She paused for a moment. “Yes.”Then I turned to Kim and asked her. “Kim, do you understand what we talked about?””Yes.””And do you agree with it?”Her answer Maltepe Escort was quicker in coming. “Yes.” Finally, I turned to Holly.”Holly, do you understand what we talked about?””Yes.””And do you agree with it?”She answered right away. “Yes.””Good. I am glad to see that all three of you are using your heads for a change. Now, this arrangement is between the four of us and ONLY the four of us. If word gets out from anyone one of you, the whole deal is off for all of you understand?”I won’t even bother to ask who it was that said something. So it would behoove you not to speak about this to or around anyone else outside this room. “Now I am sure you all have questions and concerns – this is a rather unusual and unique situation. And I will be happy to answer any questions you have. But let me assure you I am no monster. I am not going to hurt you or do anything that will cause you any lasting physical or mental harm. “In fact, I am hoping that you will find this experience quite enjoyable once you get past the initial anxiety and see just what being with me means.”I think you will find sex with me much different and much more satisfying than your current boyfriends. I have the experience and knowledge of what makes a woman happy that these high school boys just haven’t got.”Just then Holly raised her hand. “Yes Holly, what is it?””Um, I was just wondering… when would this… start?””Well, today is Wednesday so it’s a bit late to get started this week. I was thinking we would begin our new arrangement starting next week. I will call one of you girls in on Monday, one on Wednesday, and one on Friday of next week to give you your first ‘lesson’.”Why don’t we start with you, Holly, on Monday. Kim, you will come to see me on Wednesday. And Heather, you are my Friday girl. The following week we will rotate one position and Heather will be my Monday girl, Holly will be my Wednesday girl, and Kim my Friday girl, and so on. “Each of you will come to the office after school so we can have some privacy. If anyone should ask why you are here you just tell them that I am helping you with your schoolwork. Tell your parents that you are staying after school on your designated day for some tutoring help. I will take each of you home after we have finished,” I said.I let the girls go back to their classes with notes from me so they wouldn’t be marked as tardy. The girls had the rest of the week and the weekend to think about and wonder what the next week would hold for them. I’m sure there were sleepless nights and vivid, erotic dreams for all three girls… I know I sure had some sweet dreams![img]https://images.lushstories.com/5137371c55e28a24f0ce6bc1/three-astericks.jpg[/img]The next week would prove to be an interesting and exciting one. I had three lovely Maltepe Escort Bayan young ladies who, because of their mischief-making and defiance, would now learn that sometimes there are consequences to their actions and that defiance brings about punishment. I drove to the school Monday morning looking forward to this day more than most. Like with most people, Monday mornings usually brought extra work and hassles that accumulated over the weekend.But I got through the flurry of emails, phone messages, and paperwork easier this Monday because I had something to look forward to after school. Once I was caught up from the Monday morning rush, things slowed down to a pace that was more agreeable to me. I had some paperwork to do – requisition forms to sign, the typical bureaucratic nonsense that a manager would have to do. But it made the afternoon go by and before long I heard the bell ending the school day. At last!I knew that Holly would be arriving soon so in preparation for her I cleared off my desk of any paperwork as well as all the desk accessories I had there. I put my desk lamp up on top of the filing cabinet where it wouldn’t get broke and made sure the curtains on the windows were drawn. It was probably twenty minutes or so after the final bell when I heard a soft knock on my door.”Come in,” I said. I watched as the door slowly opened and a face peeked around the edge. It was Holly. “Come in, Holly.”She slowly opened the door and came in… cautious as a rabbit in a den of wolves.”Please close the door and lock it. We don’t want to be interrupted,” I said. Holly’s eyes got wide and she hesitated. I don’t think she liked the idea of being locked in here with me!”Holly, I said close and lock the door, please.  Come on, we don’t have all night,” I repeated.She closed the door and I heard it click. But when she turned the lock the click must have sounded like thunder to her because I saw her jump with a start. She drew a deep breath and turned to face me. I was still sitting behind my desk as she approached. She came up to the desk on the opposite side of me and stood there.”I-I’m here like you wanted, Mr. Longfellow,” she said quietly.”Indeed you are,” I said. “I am glad to see you want to hold up your end of our arrangement. That is good – your reliability will go a long way in making this easier for both of us.”As I talked I walked around the desk towards her but instead of walking up to face her, I moved around behind her. She stood perfectly still although I could see her trembling from halfway across the room.I came up behind her and put my hands on her upper arms just under her armpits. She jumped when I first touched her.”Relax, Holly, it’s all right. I am not going to make you do anything you do not want to do. I will Escort Maltepe ask you to do things, yes, but it will be your decision whether to actually do them, understand?” I said calmly and quietly in a reassuring tone.”Y-Yes Sir,” she said, “But what will happen if I don’t?””Well, Holly, I am going to trust that you want to cooperate. I am willing to help you, but you have to meet me halfway. It wouldn’t be right to just write you out a diploma right here and now when other kids have worked hard and put in the effort to get one. I think I am being very generous in giving you another chance. Don’t you think you should give back something in return?””Yes, Sir.””Good girl. Now, why don’t you start by getting more comfortable? Take off your top,” I said.Holly was wearing a very soft red sweater-like top with white trim. The top was cut high enough that there was about four inches of her skin showing between her top and the skirt she wore.With shaky hands, she began unbuttoning the front of her top. When she reached the last button, I reached around her and took her hands in mine. Together we pulled her top open and I slipped it down off her shoulders. I took the top and folded it in half placing it carefully on the sofa.”Good. Now let get you out of that skirt as well, shall we?” I said.Holly’s skirt was white with a red stripe close to the bottom. It was somewhere between a mini-skirt and a knee-length skirt, high enough that you could see her legs between the hem of the skirt and the tops of her over-the-knee white stockings. It was a very sexy little outfit but just tame enough that she wouldn’t get arrested for indecent exposure! She reached behind her and unclipped the fastener holding the skirt around her waist and once undone, she let the skirt fall to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of it squatting down ladylike to pick it up.I took the garment from her and put it with her top just as carefully. I turned and Holly had turned around to look at me now. She looked stunning in her red bra and panties, white stockings, and red high-heel pumps.”You look very pretty, Holly. I can see why the boys here at school act so silly around you.” I said.”Thank you, Mr. Longfellow.””Holly, you can call me James when we are alone together like this. During school and around other teachers and students, I’m Mr. Longfellow, but when we are alone I’m James, all right?”She smiled a little. “All right… James.”I took a couple of steps towards her and took the young girl in my arms. With her five-foot-three-inch height and her five-inch heels, she was close enough to my own six-foot height to make kissing her easy and I didn’t feel like I was kissing a teen-aged girl. Tentatively at first, Holly quickly warmed up to my kiss, melting in my arms and softly moaning as she felt my tongue push past her lips and find her tongue.She had been kissed by boys in the past but just as I had said, she was with a man now and I knew a few things about kissing a woman! Her arms, which had at first hung limply at her sides, now raised up to wrap around my neck as she pulled me deeper into the kiss.

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