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I’m a young woman that has been fortunate to get just about every guy I’ve ever wanted, so I haven’t had to deal with many dry spells in my life. Typically, my dry spells only last a few weeks (or les!!), but this time it’s been a few months now since my last steady relationship. Of course, I’ve hooked up a few times in this time just to stay sane!! Maybe it’s the lack of reliable sex, but I’ve really been eyeing this new guy, Bill. Now, Bill is the kind of guy I can definitely go for, and for a longer-term fling.

And by “go for”, I mean screw in every possible position and with every available opening!! He is successful, dresses well, and has a laugh that fills a room. He lives in his girlfriend’s apartment next door to me, so I see him several times a week. He is always so nice to me, always stopping to say “hi,” and asks about how school is going. And he smells so good. I love riding the elevator after he comes off it. His cologne is subtle and distinctive, and lingers forever.

We’ve talked a couple times. Once, he stayed and kept me company in the laundry room while my load of clothes dried. Another time I found him sitting in the staircase, really drunk and depressed about his girlfriend. They were having problems, and I stupidly talked him into giving her a second chance. Two days later he moved in permanently.

So here I am, alone in my apartment while the man I desperately want is next door with his girlfriend. He just feels so right for me. As I said, he’s pretty hot, but I’m not too bad myself. In fact, I think I’m way hotter than his current girlfriend. My name is Jennifer, but my friends call me Jen, and that’s usually the name guys yell out to me as they cum. I’m 30 years old, slim, with really long and flexible legs. But, I guess when you see me, it’s my breasts that really stick out!! Most people that are brave enough to comment suggest they are fakes. But, no, they are just big, sitting like large grapefruit on my slim body. My long brown hair hangs down just enough so that it sensually tickles a man’s thighs as I go down on him. And then there’s my pussy. Totally shaved, slick, and ready to go with a moments notice. I really can’t think of one time in my life where I’ve said “no” to any boy or girl when approached for sex.

The hardest part of not being with Bill happens at bedtime. Bill’s and my bedroom share a wall, and I don’t think there is any sound proofing at all. During the week I go to bed at about 10:30, and then have to wait for his show to start. Every night, and I mean EVERY night, the routine is the same. Right around 11pm I’ll hear him give out a few soft moans, and maybe a couple intense “that feels so good” moans. I can’t tell for sure, but the timing and tone makes me think she’s giving him a blowjob. After a couple minutes, there is silence, until she starts moaning, but more like for 10 minutes. I would expect the moans are because Bill’s tongue is gliding up and down her hood. Soon her moans are interrupted by her screams of “fuck me” or “put it in.” Then the moaning stops.

After a slight pause, Bill’s bed starts quietly creaking, and over the next 10 minutes or so the creaking becomes louder and louder, until the headboard starts hitting the wall. Their moans intensify and crescendo in time with the creaking and banging. Each time his headboard slams into the wall, she grunts out a deep and passionate “ohhhhh”, and I can hear her gasp as pulls back and cocks for his next plunge. He is driving into her with lustful abandon, not caring that my bed shakes with each of his thrusts. Her noises stop, and the banging gets even louder and faster. She usually climaxes first, letting her screams of passion announce her release to the world. Her cries of release wail in time with the bed’s creaking, both keeping perfect pace with the percussion of the pounding headboard. Their sex is like music, and Bill is a maestro!! As her voice finally fades into satisfaction, his groans build to a loud “I’m cumming”. He explodes a satisfied “ohhhhhh”. And then silence.

Quiet, that is, except for the steady purring of my vibe as I slide it in and out of me, letting it glide gently across my clit. Its constant mechanical promise sends waves of pleasure through me. As my tension builds, I think about what Bill’s cock must taste escort like, and I want to feel him pounding into me. I let my hips drive into my bed, simulating how my body would react if Bill was knelling between my spread-apart legs. I quicken my pace, and hear my bed creaking softly in time to my fantasy. My tension builds as I push the vibe deeper and harder into me. I can almost hear him moan out a desperate “Ohhhh Jen” and I image his splash deep inside me. Soon, I feel the first trembling deep in my pussy, and its grows in intensity until a violent spasm rocks through me, heralding wave after wave of pleasure pulses. I turn off the vibe, roll over, and fall asleep while thinking about Bill.

The next morning I get up, get ready, and head off to work. By chance, I walked into the elevator right after Bill. “Sounds like you and your friend had a great time last night,” I nervously said.

Bill looked a little surprised, apparently not realizing before just how completely I could hear his bed fun. “Wow, Jen. Sorry about that. Hope it didn’t keep you up,” he said a little shyly. “I guess I get a little aggressive toward the end.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining at all. It’s great to hear you have so much fun. Someday I hope to return the favor and let you hear some rockin’ from my place!!” I stammer. Trying to act nonchalant about talking sex with the man of my dreams.

“Actually, I’m really surprised that I don’t hear that from you every night. I’ve always enjoyed talking to you, and you are really cute!” he said, while looking me straight in the breast. “I hope any guy you meet treats you really well. I know I would.”

As the word “cute” came out of his mouth, I felt a strong tingle tickle my pussy. I felt my knees buckle just a little, and I instinctively reached out and touched his arm. The electricity between us was palpable, and I looked into his eyes, and saw the lust he felt. As the elevator stopped, I noticed a stirring in his pants. Despite his satisfaction last night, I was excited to see that his penis was interested in me!! “Have a great, day, Jen”, he said with a big sexy smile.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Lots of work interspersed with thinking about Bill. After work I went for a couple drinks, but went home alone by 10 or so. There were a couple guys at the bar that bought me drinks, but no one that came close to Bill. I took a quick shower and lay down, got my vibe out, and waited for the 11pm show to start. Just after 11, I heard the first moans and creaks. But tonight was different. Within just a minute or so the headboard was slamming into my wall, but her moans were more constant and less intense than on other days. But she still passionately grunted as he buried himself deep into her. The slamming became a frenzy with my pictures bouncing to the rhythmic impacts. I violently thrust my vibe into my pussy, trying to imagine what she was feeling. After at least 20 minutes of pounding, her groans finally turned to a steady plea of “don’t stop” and “fuck me harder”. Then, for a few seconds it was quite. After a few more seconds, he gave out a desperate “I’m cumming,” and a deep earth shattering groan. I never heard her cum, but he came very hard. In the deafening after-silence, as usual, I finished my vibing, cumming softly by myself.

The next evening as I came home from work, I ended up riding the elevator with Bill back to our floor. I gave him a knowing look. “Wow. You really out-did yourself last night. Your pounding even knocked a picture off my wall, and from your screams, I thought she was killing you!!!”

He got a really odd look on his face, and turned dark red. “I was out of town on business last night.”

I couldn’t even speak as the door opened. He stepped out, and quickly walked to his door. As I entered my apartment, I could hear the fight erupt, and soon I heard his door slam loudly. After a few seconds, there was a soft knock at my door. I looked through the peep-hole. It was Bill.

“Sorry that you had to hear that, Jen. I can’t believe she fucked my best friend on the one day I was out. What a slut.” He had a plastic garbage bag with some clothes and some toiletries.

“So what happens now? What are you going to do?” I ask.

“Well, I have a huge favor to ask. She’s leaving escort istanbul for a couple hours, and I need to get all my stuff out. Can I pile it in your apartment for a day or two?” he asks, his voice breaking from the emotion.

“Of course. And, if you need a place to sleep tonight, I’ll throw a couple blankets on my couch.” I was afraid he was going to cry, so I put a trashcan in my door to lock it open for him, and walked to my room to get some blankets and my favorite pillow.

Bill started making trips to get his stuff into my apartment. I thought I’d try to make him feel better, so I cracked a good bottle of merlot, and poured each of us a glass. Over the next hour and a half he move all his things in, and with each trip, took a good swig from his glass. By the time he finished, we were well into the third bottle, and we (especially him) were pretty drunk.

After the last of stuff was in my apartment, I closed and locked the door. Bill was weaving a little, and I moved to spread one of the big blankets on my couch. As I’m straightening the comforter, I hear his zipper open, and see his shoes land on the floor next to me. “I need to sleep,” he murmurs. As I turn to grab the top blanket, I see him fully bent at the waist, pushing his jeans down his legs. I stare as he steps out of them, and stands up. His shirt is open, and his broad chest narrows beautifully to his waist, exposing his ripped abs and tanned skin. But it was his bulge in his boxers that draws my attention. Despite being drunk, and not being aroused at all, the light fabric strained against his long, firm member.

I feel a small tingle as my eyes trace the outline in his underwear. As I stare at it, he grows, and his expanding member pushes open the little flap in his boxers slightly, exposing just a hint of his rod. I raise my eyes to look in his eyes, and see that he was watching me admire his dick. Just then, we hear his girlfriend’s door slam as she returned to her apartment. His eyes lose their lust as his pain returns.

I walk to him, put my hands inside his open shirt, and give him a tight hug. I draw myself tightly to him, letting his partially-aroused penis press against me, and I let my tongue slip into his mouth. As we kiss, his hands slip around my waist, and then drop loosely to my butt. He pulls my groin against his, and I can feel him getting harder and harder as his passion grows. He tastes wonderful, and we linger in each other’s mouth, letting the stillness of the night drape over us.

After awhile I let my left hand fall from his back, and glide to the front of his boxers, letting my fingers push just slightly inside the waistband. He pulls back slightly to give my hand more room, and I let two fingers lightly press into the outline of his penis. I move his member slightly, letting the head poke out the loose flap. He lets out a small moan as it pushes through, bouncing in anticipation as I admire its size and rigidity. His penis is straight and a perfect size for me. It’s probably 7″, maybe a bit less, with a prominent shiny head, and is so hard that it bobs up and down in with each of his heartbeats.

“I don’t think the couch is very comfortable,” I say as I pull away from him and grab his hand. I lead him into my bedroom, and turn him so we are standing with his butt near the middle of the bed. I slide my hands inside his shirt, and slide it off his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. I drop my hands to his waistband, and lean sharply forward as I push his boxers to his feet. He kicks them off as I stand up and put my hands around his shoulders. As I kiss him and pull into him, his dick feels like a baseball bat pressing into my stomach. I keep my lips on his, letting our tongues explore, as I undo my pants and kick them off. He pulls my t-shirt up and off, only breaking our kiss long enough to let my shirt pass. Other than my little boy shorts, we are naked, leaning back against my bed.

I push him back slightly, causing him to lie flat on the bed, with his legs dangling to the floor. I put a hand on each of knees, and push them apart, while my eyes focused on his dick. I look into his eyes, and see his unconstrained passion and lust. With our eyes locked, I bend from the waist and let my hair tickle across his thighs. I beykoz escort move my hair to the side so he can better see what I will be doing to him. I lower my mouth to him, and place my closed lips against his head. I give him a brief kiss, and rise up a bit. As I rise, a silver string of his precum hangs from my lips, and I slowly pull it into my mouth. His eyes close as he begs to be eaten. “Please put it in your mouth. I need this so badly,” he pleaded. I wait for his eyes to open, as I want him to see everything that I am doing to him. I take a slight shuffle step back, and extend my neck a little more as I lower myself to him. In this position, my throat is straighter and more open to receive him. I open my mouth wide, and let his head fully into my mouth, and in one motion I continue to push toward him until his head is buried deep in my throat. “Oh my god.” he groans loudly. The intensity of his moans grow as I drive him in and out of my throat. My face fills with the taste of his growing arousal, and his fluids make my throat slippery and velvety. I also play with his balls, and feel them grow tight as his load builds. He is fully aroused and his hips buck as I let him fuck my mouth with abandon. As I let him drive a few last strokes into me, I reach down and remove my shorts. I lift off him, and give his head an exaggerated kiss as he moans “oh god, NO!! Finish me!!”

“Nope. My turn,” I calmly respond as I stand and pull myself onto the bed, letting my knees rest on each side of his face. I lean forward, putting my head and hands on the wall, while spreading my knees to let my pussy fall toward his lips. His hand rubs me, pushing my inner lips wide apart. His fingers are in me, moving deep within me. Soon, I feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue slide into me, and then glide up along my hood. His mouth surrounds my clit, letting his tongue rhythmically run up and down and then under my clit as his lips surround me. Groan after groan uncontrollably exits my mouth, the intensity rising as he presses harder and harder against me. “Eat me! Lick me! Fuck you with my tongue!” I scream with my head resting on the wall. His tongue lashing continues as I feel his finger grope for, and then rub against my g spot. As soon as he touches it, my steady groans erupt in pre-orgasmic intensity, filling the room with the sounds of my impending explosion.

He suddenly stops, and I let out a desperate “NO. Let me cum!!”

But he lifts my hips off his lips, moves me to the side, and stands and kneels behind me. “Now it’s my turn, again,” he responds with a lustful snicker. I feel his knees press between mine, as he widely spreads my legs. At the same time, he pushes my shoulders toward the bed, and I end up resting on my elbows. He pushes my legs even further apart, and I feel his penis pressing against my pussy. He grabs the sides of my hips, lifts me slightly, and his dick starts to slide into me. He enters me slowly, letting me savor the feeling as his member fills me. It seems that he pushes into me for an eternity, filling me, until I finally feel him bottom into my cervix.

But his gentleness is short-lived. Immediately he begins taking full strokes, and with each thrust, he lifts my hips and pulls himself fully into me. With each insertion I let out a deep “ohh,” and as he begins to pound me harder, my noise and passion grow, too. The bed rocks back and forth, creaking loudly in its own orgasmic frenzy. Soon I start driving my body back to meet his, and his sounds of excitement build in time with the slapping sound my butt makes against his balls. Each time I drive back, the headboard slams into my wall, and the bed rocks violently as his animal lust consumes him.

I feel my first vibration deep in my pussy, and it quickly grows until my entire groin is vibrating. My back arches and my shoulders come up, and then the first huge spasm hits. Spasm after spasm slam through me, and I fall into an orgasmic coma as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. I am cumming so hard that I can barely feel his first hot splash as he unloads into me. His screams of “Jen, I’m cumming” are followed with spurt after spurt of warmth, as he fills me. As his last drops flow into me, my pussy is still lightly spasming, and we finally collapse in satisfied exhaustion.

He slides up to lay next to me, puts his arms around me, and within moments I hear his breathing slow to the steady comfortable pace of sleep. As I bask in the afterglow of Bill, I hear the gently purring of a vibrator from next door.

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The final bell had just rung and I dismissed the class, letting them join the screaming horde that was rampaging through the halls of the school. I take English and the final class had been my senior group. They’d had essays due today and I collected them as they left, squashing any excuses for non-delivery. I don’t exactly fail a student for non-delivery; I just apply a percentage decrease to their mark for every day late.

Looking at the stack of essays I considered the screaming horde and the location of the teacher’s lounge. I decided that instead of fighting my way through the halls I’d just sit at a desk and start grading the papers right away. Not wanting to be disturbed I chose a back corner desk. Any casual glance through the doorway would miss me.

I’d worked for about half an hour when there was an intrusion in the room. I was slightly surprised as half an hour after final bell usually meant that the school was totally deserted. By students, anyway. Staff still had things to do, like reading essays.

The unexpected intrusion was a young lady bursting into the room in a great hurry. Trudi was a senior, one of the girls in my last class, and in a panic. She didn’t notice me, rushing over to the desk she’d been using earlier and opening it. What a change. From frantic to completely relaxed in the time it took her to pick up her phone. Apparently she’d stashed it there during class and forgotten to get it, probably having hidden it in a hurry when she thought that I was looking.

I didn’t say anything, assuming that she would now depart, and for a moment it looked as though she would. Then she stopped, turned, and looked at the white-board and the marker on the ledge of the board. She strolled over to the white-board and I could hear her give a little giggle.

I have to give her full marks for artistry. She drew an excellent picture of an erect phallus. An elephant would be envious of a cock like that. Then she very neatly wrote a rude message, namely, ‘Mr Soames fucks goats’. She then added a couple of hearts for adornment and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

I quietly stood and strolled between the desks towards her.

“Nice artwork,” I complimented her, “but where did you learn about my sexual proclivities?”

Talk about an immediate cringe. She actually seemed to shrink several inches as she slowly turned around, blushing fiercely.

“I have seen other example of your, ah, artwork,” I told her, “although not directed at me prior to this. Maybe I’ve just missed the ones you dedicated to me.”

I looked at her with one eyebrow lifted, waiting to see if she wanted to comment. She just continued to stand there with a stunned mullet expression on her face.

“What with the theme of the art and the pithy little comments we, the teachers, that is, sort of assumed that the culprit was one of the junior boys. It seemed the sort of thing a thirteen year old would do, although some of the teachers maintained that any male under the age of fifty might be responsible.

For some reason it didn’t occur to us that a young lady was the culprit. So you’re what, seventeen, going on for thirteen?”

“Eighteen,” Trudi said looking insulted that I’d mark her age down.

“Uh-huh. Who was your model? It appears that someone you know has pretty impressive equipment.”

She was blushing again, biting her lip, apparently not wanting to reveal her model.

“You are so busted,” I said. “I wonder what Mrs Rathine will say when she sees this latest effort.”

At the mention of the headmistress Trudi went from blushing to pale so fast I thought she might faint.

“You can’t tell her,” she gasped. “She’ll kill me. After that she’ll expel my corpse. You just can’t tell her.”

Oh yes. Memory beckoned. I’d heard of a choice bit of art that had targeted Mrs Rathine. She would be delighted to kill Trudi and then expel her corpse, which might be a bit of over-kill for the situation. After all, her handiwork was always on white-boards and easily removed. From the boards, if not from the memory.

“Well, that’s not my problem. I just have to pass you over for judgement. Your parents might want to discuss the matter with you as well.”

“Oh my god! You’re not telling my father, are you? He’ll kill me.”

“My, my. It seems a number of people are maslak escort going to kill you. I wouldn’t worry too much. Mrs Rathine will probably only give you detention for the rest of your school life. I don’t think she’ll exactly blab to your parents but the detention slip will probably make interesting reading.”

Poor Trudi had on a hunted look.

“She’ll put down detail,” she wailed. “She probably has photos that she’ll attach to the slip. I am so dead.”

“I’m fairly sure that no-one will actually kill you,” I said, “although remembering your little poem about Mr Bunton I can’t guarantee that. Still, I think your father will probably restrict himself to a severe beating. Now why don’t we wander along to the offices and see if Mrs Rathine is still here.”

“Wait a bit, will you. Why can’t you punish me? You’re the one who caught me. Why does it have to go to Mrs Rathine?”

“Two reasons. The first is because she wants your head on a platter, although I’ll admit that she has been assuming that the culprit was one of the junior boys. What she’ll say when she finds that you’re a senior girl I will be most interested to hear. The second reason is that while I can hand out detentions and extra work for minor infractions your artwork is being considered a major nuisance and both the head-master and head-mistress want to get in on the act.”

“But can’t you just give me some long detentions or something? It’s not as though I’m going to do it again.”

“And what would you want me to put on the detention slip? If you think you can get away with just a couple of minor detentions you’re dreaming. Might I point out that I’m not exactly happy with your latest effort.”

Trudi glanced at the ‘Mr Soames fucks goats’ graffiti and winced.

“As a matter of curiosity, why this sudden spurt of graffiti? You’ve never done anything like this in the past.”

“Mr Bunton gave me a detention for something that wasn’t my fault. We explained that he’d made a mistake but he wouldn’t cancel it. It was totally unfair and he knew it but didn’t care. That’s when I did the first one. There were so many people talking about it afterwards that I guess I just kept on doing them.”

I could see Bunton giving a detention in error and refusing to cancel it because that would mean admitting he made a mistake. A Grade A jerk, that guy.

“Well you’ve now done your last one. Let’s go.”

“Don’t be in such a rush,” she wailed. “Can’t you just hand out some sort of punishment and not tell anyone. I swear I’ll never do another one.”

“And just what sort of punishment would you suggest?”

“I don’t know. Um, my father will beat me if he finds out what I’ve been doing. Can’t you do that?”

“By beating I assume you mean getting your bottom spanked? Somehow or other I can’t see your father tying you to the whipping post and bringing out the cat-o’-nine-tails.”

“Yes, I guess.”

“Might I point out that I’m a male teacher and you’re a female student. Schools tend to frown on male teachers spanking the girls.”

“I don’t care,” she told me, looking at me belligerently. “It’s better than having to face Mrs Rathine and my father.”

“I see. And precisely where would you have this spanking take place? Here in the classroom where someone might come past?”

“Ah, I could go to your place,” she suggested.

“Over my dead body. Getting caught with a student at home while physically chastising her? Not in this lifetime.”

For a moment Trudi had a defeated look on her face. Then she brightened.

“The store room,” she said, pointing to the door in the far corner of the room. “That would be private and teachers have keys to them.”

She was right. All the storerooms had the same lock and the teachers had access. I’d actually been in the store room earlier for some supplies. If I remembered correctly there was a broken desk there as well, which would be just the right height for a young lady to bend over.

I strolled over to the storeroom, Trudi following on behind. I was right. There was a desk there, minus the seat.

“Alright,” I said, closing the door behind us. “Drop your panties and bend over the desk.”

“What?” A certain young lady was now blushing furiously. “You can’t seriously expect me to drop my panties.”

“For a proper üsküdar escort spanking I can,” I observed. “Not interested? I didn’t really think you would be. Let’s go.”

“No! It’s OK. You just took me by surprise, is all.”

Without her blush decreasing at all she dropped her panties and bent over the desk. Well, damn. Now I’d have to go ahead with the spanking. I’d been certain that she’d back out.

As a trained teacher I deliberately did not notice the girls attending the school. They were just a single homogenous group labelled ‘student, female’ as opposed to the boys who were ‘student, male’. Now all of a sudden I had a young lady bent over the desk in front of me, bottom on display, and a very nice bottom it was. Bloody hell. In a different situation I’d hit on her. Now I had to hit her. Life throws you a nasty twist every so often.

I brought my hand around in a stinging swat, hand slight curved to maximise contact and improve the amount of noise generated. There was a very satisfying slapping sound as my hand connected with her bottom. If Trudi had been expecting a token spanking she now knew otherwise.

She gave a gasp of shock, turning to give me a reproachful look. She saw my hand coming down again and hastily looked away. I heard her give a muffled yelp, apparently through a tight closed mouth.

“I think one good spank for each piece of graffiti,” I told her as the third spank landed.

“What? But that’s. . . Ah, how many spanks will that be?” she asked. “I’ve, um, I’ve lost count of how many pictures I drew.”

I’ll just bet she had. She probably remembered each and every one.

“That’s OK,” I told her. “I kept count. There were forty eight drawings put up.”

“There was not,” came the hurried interjection. “Nothing like that many. I only did about fifteen.”

“The trouble is, other people have been copying your style and doing additional pictures. How are we to know which ones are yours?”

“But, but, I can’t be blamed for someone else’s graffiti.”

“You can actually,” I pointed out. “If you hadn’t been doing it no-one would have been copying it.”

While we’d been chatting I had continued spanking, careful to only slap her derriere, other attractive offerings being carefully overlooked. Taking her at her word that she’d only scrawled fifteen works of art I limited the spanking to fifteen, giving her one extra at the end, for luck.

With the last spank delivered I left my hand resting on her bottom, a bottom that was now red and smarting, but still very attractive.

“I’ll take your word that you only did fifteen,” I told her, my hand gently rubbing her bottom. “There had better not be any more displays popping up or I’ll have to speak to Mrs Rathine. Just as a warning, we did know that there were multiple people doing the graffiti. There are three styles showing in the art-work. We will catch the others, sooner or later and if you start up again I’ll know.”

“No more, honest,” Trudi assured me. “Can I go now?”

“Not quite yet,” I told her, my hand sliding off her bottom and down over her mound. It was hot and flushed and I could feel dampness along the edge of her lips. I’d noticed her labia swelling and parting while I spanked her. She was nicely aroused and I was taking advantage.

“Mr Soames,” she gasped in a shocked voice.

“Mmm? Is there a problem?” I asked, massaging her mound, enjoying the feel and heat of her.

“You’re . . . you’re touching me,” she muttered.

“You’re right,” I agreed, “and you feel very nice. In a few moments I’m going to be doing a lot more than just touching.”

“But, you can’t do this?”

“The correct English is I shouldn’t do this. It should be obvious to you that I can.” To emphasise my point I slipped a finger between her lips, dipping into her sweet honey.

“Just what do you intend to do?”

“A reasonable question. In a few moments I’m going to spread your lips and insert my penis into your vagina. I’m curious to see if you can take it all.”

“That’s rape. You’re not really going to rape me, are you?” she said in a very small voice.

“It’s only rape if you tell me no and I continue,” I pointed out. “If you tell me yes or don’t say anything then it’s not rape but seduction.”

I didn’t ask if she was telling me no. bjk escort If I asked she’d almost have to say no. Not being asked, she didn’t have to decide just yet.

My fingers were very busy now, stroking her, rubbing her, building on her arousal. She squirmed about a bit under my touch, breathing hard and keeping silent, excluding the occasional little gasp.

When I unzipped I didn’t try to do it quietly and from the way she stiffened slightly she heard and knew what I’d done. After a moment she spoke.

“Ah, you’re not really going to try and do it to me, are you?”

For answer I moved closer to her, my rigid member pressing between the cleft in her buttocks, letting her feel my potential.

“But if I say no you will stop, right?”

“Yes,” I agreed. At least, I hoped I would. And if she was going to say no she’d better say it pretty damn soon.

I moved slightly away from her, dragging my cock down along her crack, pressing forward so it was moving between her legs, poking lightly against her mound, feeling her inner lips squishing slightly under the gentle pressure I used. Her lips were pouting and wet, ready for me, and I saw no need to disappoint them.

I eased her lips apart, my cock pushing a little more firmly, edging between them, checking to see if it was welcome. Apart from a gasp Trudi was silent, just standing there expectantly. I could see the tension in her. I pressed forward a little more firmly.

Now I got a reaction. My cock was making its way down her passage (a non-virginal passage, I noted) and Trudi was making a long drawn out “Argh,” sound. This morphed into speech.

“Oh my god, you’re really doing it. I didn’t think you would. I can feel you inside me. You’re not supposed to do this. Oh my god. How big is that thing? I don’t believe this. It’s not happening.”

A lot of commentary as I plunged deeper, all of it without the words no or stop. Just a running rambling about how I was a teacher and I was taking her and she was sure this wasn’t right and isn’t it in yet?

She knew it was in when my groin slapped against her pussy. She gave a shuddering little gasp and fell silent, quivering slightly. I could feel her nervous tremors on my cock.

“Now your second spanking starts,” I said softly. “I’ll try and make this one last longer.”

I started moving, nice and slow, giving her a chance to move with me. As soon as she was swaying with me I started moving a little faster, the sound of flesh hitting flesh remarkably similar to the earlier spanking. The difference was the speed. Hand to bottom had been fairly steady. Groin to pussy was starting slow and building up speed, as we became more and more engrossed in what we were doing.

I kept up a nice steady rhythm, Trudi moving with me with no problems. As we moved I told her how wonderful she was, how marvellous she felt. I let little compliments flow, all the time driving firmly into her. She was making happy sounds, not very loudly but you could hear her pleasure in them. I was tempted to make my own happy sounds, the pleasure being generated by flesh rubbing against flesh something wonderful.

I sensed when she started getting over-excited. She was moving her head around, absent-mindedly searching for something, and I knew what that something was. I started moving a little faster, feeling her eager response.

I picked up speed again. We were approaching the end of our little adventure and I was determined that Trudi would finish with a rush. She was gasping, no longer listening to my little words of adoration, her senses turned inwards, wanting what was coming, reaching for it. One last hard push and she toppled over the edge, taking me with her.

She gave a long drawn out sigh as she shivered beneath me, her orgasm wracking her, leaving her done and spent. I felt much the same way. I was history. An older man can stay with a younger woman for a short while but god help me if I tried to make this a regular event.

She pulled up her panties and I pulled on my stern teacher look. I pointed out that if I found any more graffiti with her trademark I’d be very disappointed, and so would she be at the outcome. She nodded and looked serious and assured me that she wouldn’t be doing anymore.

She then departed, waltzing out of the room, bottom deliberately swishing back and forth as she went. She turned and flashed me a mischievous grin as she went, looked at the white-board and giggled, before vanishing. I looked at the white-board, shook my head, and wiped the artwork and slogan off and went back to marking essays.

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I slept til noon the morning after Barry and I had made love during the fourth quarter. Slipping into my fluffy white robe I made my way to the kitchen.

“Morning Margaret.” Barry said not even lifting his eyes from the sports section.

“Good morning Barry.” I replied.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from him. I let my robe fall open at the top exposing my luscious breasts to him hoping he would notice and decide on a follow up fuck session in the kitchen.

I figured he only wanted to satisfy one craving that day. His inexhaustible craving for football. I flipped him off but he didn’t notice. I suspected I could have crawled under the table and taken his fat cock in my mouth and he wouldn’t have noticed.

It was the Sunday before the start of the regular season and my wonderful husband was beginning to act like the pigskin zombie he turned into each and every fall since our wedding day.

“Fuck you!” I thought to myself. I stood up and tied my robe closed tightly. He wouldn’t see these twin orbs of pleasure until after the Pro Bowl in early February.

I walked out on the deck and sat by the pool to finish my coffee. Alone and stewing about the prospects of another long boring season.

The night before Barry had, to put it mildly, fucked me senseless but I figured he had decided to give me one good fuck before he zombied out on me for the next four months.

I finished my coffee and without regard to who might be watching dropped my robe and dove into the deep end of the pool. A couple laps would wash the residue of his sex from my body and perhaps cleanse my mind of any idea that my son of a bitch husband would satisfy me again before Valentine’s Day.

To make sure my assumption regarding his interests I walked back into the house dripping wet dragging my robe on the floor behind me.

Barry had moved to the den and was engrossed in the special pull out Pro Preview section of the Sunday paper.

As I walked across the room completely naked and dripping wet he said. “You going shopping today Margaret?” He never lifted his eyes from the paper he never noticed I was before him naked as a jay bird he never noticed that he could throw me down on the carpet and slam his fat cock into any hole he chose.

“I believe I will.” I replied after walking away and heading for my bed room.

Barry’s addiction to football made me jealous his obsession with the game made me angry his lack of attention made me want to find someone who hated football and would pay me the attention I demanded.

As I dressed I got more jealous more angry and more craving of attention. I decided that for the next four months I was going to be a cock hunting MILF and the thought of that excited me.

Twenty minutes later I came bounding down the stairs and in passing said. “Later baby.”

Barry didn’t look up from his preview section he just replied. “Have a good time Margaret.”

If he only knew what kind of good time I was planning he’d have thrown that paper aside and thrown me to the floor to give me his fat cock and keep me home like a good little trophy wife.

The afternoon sun warmed my face as I drove along in my flashy Benz. While sitting at a red light I remembered Mark that handsome young gentleman who’d rescued me yesterday afternoon. I fumbled through my purse trying to find his number. The blare of a car’s horn reminded me to pay more attention to the traffic light and I gunned the Benz speeding further down the avenue.

Finally unzipping the tiny almost hidden pouch on the side of my purse I pulled the slip of paper on which Mark had written his note to me.

I gave the dash mounted cellular a voice command. “Dial 507-484-6701.”

“Please hold while the person you are trying to reach is located.” The generic woman’s voice replied.

“Hi this is Mark. Sorry I can’t take your call right now but if you leave your number and a short message after the tone I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Mark’s voice mail message played. Even his recorded voice sounded sexy.

In the second or two before the beep I contemplated if I should leave a message or just try again later. If I left my number he could call me anytime or at an inopportune time. Before I could reach to the dash and disconnect I heard the “Beep”

I never bothered to set up my number so it wouldn’t appear on the caller ID of people I call so rather than have him wonder who was calling I said. “Hi Mark this is Peggy. Give me a call when you get the message. It’s 209-562-8891. Talk to you soon bye.” Was the message I left for my knight in shinning armor.

A moment after I disconnected I realized Mark knew me as Margaret but I hoped he would still make the connection and call me back this afternoon. After all I needed to thank him for taking care of me after those double shots of scotch took affect yesterday afternoon.

It was such a beautiful afternoon that I decided to take a walk at Hillside Park. There were a lot of others who escort bayan had the same idea and I was forced to park in the overflow lot quite a distance from the main part of Hillside.

After putting the top up and locking the Benz I headed off toward the walking path. Had I known I was going to be taking a walk I would have worn shoes more appropriate for walking on gravel pathways. The heels of my open toe sandals dug into the stones and small stones kept getting under my toes. After about fifty yards of that I just slipped them off and went barefooted. I was wearing a brightly colored sundress with thin straps that ran up over the shoulders. The dress was very comfortable and didn’t accentuate my breasts too much. Every so often there are park benches along the walking path and I decided to sit a while on the first one I came to that wasn’t already in use.

Couples and families continuously strolled by the bench. Several men checked me out as they passed trying to be as discrete as possible so their significant other wouldn’t notice them paying attention to another woman.

The bright sunlight streamed through the openings of the trees surrounding my bench and it warmed my body against the light breeze. I was really enjoying just sitting there alone with my thoughts. Of course those thoughts eventually turned to sex or better yet the possible lack of sex that I was anticipating over the course of the football season.

Suddenly I felt something furry brush against my leg startling me until I looked down and saw the cutest little puppy wagging his tail and winding his little furry body around me legs.

“Buster stop that.” A mans voice said from behind.

I turned to see who’s voice I’d heard.

“So sorry miss. I’m still trying to train my dog not to run up to strangers.” The man said.

I smiled at him and said. “But he’s such a cute little dog and certainly friendly.”

“A little too friendly.” He replied.

I reached down and scratched Busters head between two perky ears and he instantly started licking my hand.

Now I’ve heard that some men use cute little dogs to break the ice with strange women but somehow I didn’t think this guy or Buster had that in mind. Never the less the ice was broken and I seized the opportunity to make a new friend.

“Well it looks as though Buster isn’t going to listen to you as long as I keep scratching his head so maybe you’d like to have a seat.” I suggested.

“Thanks Miss. I’ve been walking him for quite some time now and to be honest I’m ready for a break.” He replied.

As he sat beside me I offered him one delicate hand and said. “I’m Peggy and this is Buster.” Continuing to scratch the pup’s head.

“Nice to meet you Peggy. I’m Sam.” He said lightly shaking my hand.

Sam was probably a few years older then me with salt and pepper hair dark eyes and a wonder inviting smile. He appeared to be maybe fifteen pounds over weight but didn’t appear at all fat. He wore a light blue pull over sweater and old comfortable faded blue jeans.

“Is Sam short for Samuel?” I asked. “Yes and I assume Peggy is your nickname?” He replied.

“You’re right Sam. My given name is Margaret.” I admitted.

He smiled and said. “Margaret is a beautiful name. It fits such a beautiful lady.” He added scoring points with me.

Buster jumped up on the bench between Sam and me and lay down with his snout resting on tiny paws.

“Well Buster is certainly comfortable being with you Margaret.” Sam commented.

“He certainly is.” I replied.

Even though we’d just met Sam made me feel comfortable too. His warm smile inviting me to get to know him better.

“So Sam how come you’re not home watching football today.” I asked.

He grinned and replied. “I’m not much into sports Margaret.”

At the very least he had just scored a field goal with me. He couldn’t have answered that question better.

“What brings you to Hillside today Margaret?” Same asked.

“Sports actually to be more precise football.” I said.

Sam got a confused expression on his face then asked. “It there a game here today.”

I laughed and tried to clear up his confusion. “No but that’s the only thing happening at my house today.”

“Oh the men at home are all watching games?” Sam asked.

“Just one man.” I replied.

I had to figure Sam put two and two together and knew I was talking about my husband because he glanced down at my hand where my wedding band and engagement ring clearly showed.

“You married Sam?” I asked.

“Divorced.” He replied then added. “Almost two years now.”

“How long have you been married Margaret?” Sam asked.

I replied. “Fourteen years.”

“Happily?” Sam inquired.

I glanced over at him and after thinking for a moment said. “Seven out of twelve months yes.”

His somewhat confused expression told me to explain.

“The other five months are football season.” I added with a sheepish grin on my lips. tuzla escort

Buster lifted his head and looked at me. His big puppy dog eyes almost begging for me to scratch his head again. I lifted my hand and slowly ran my nails through his soft fur as I waited for Sam to say something.

Instead Sam placed his hand over mine and then asked. “Margaret what does a football widow do for fun during the season.” His eyes searching mine as he increased the pressure on my hand.

Without loosing eye contact I explained. “Up until now I shopped a lot and got very bored.”

“And this season?” Sam inquired.

“I’ll still shop a lot but the bored part ain’t happening.”I answered.

Sam removed his hand from mine and lifted it to the back of the bench behind me. He turned to face me more directly then asked. “Have you ever cheated on your husband Margaret?”

“Never.” Was my one word reply.

“Does he know?” Sam asked.

“Does he know I’m thinking of having an affair?” I asked.

“Yes.” Sam said.

“To be completely honest I don’t think he even remotely thinks it could happen.” I answered. “He thinks I have too much to lose.”

“Do you?” Sam asked.

“I probably do but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna endure another long season as a celibate.” I quickly answered.

“Margaret I’ve been celibate for over three years.” Sam admitted.

“Why?” I asked.

Sam explained. “For the last year of our marriage my ex and I didn’t have sex. She was involved with another man and I knew about it. Until our divorce was final the thought of having sex with her turned my stomach.”

“And since?” I asked.

“I’m forty one years old Margaret getting back into the dating scene doesn’t come easy to an over forty graying out of shape man.” Sam explained.

“I think that little touch of gray is sexy Sam and you’re not that outta shape.” I said smiling at him.

Sam smiled widely at me. “Thank you Margaret. I think you’re very sexy too.” He said.

Buster settled his snout back down to the bench and I slipped my hand from his head to his master’s thigh.

“Someone recently called me a MILF.” I said.

He smiled back at me and moved his hand from the bench to my back. “You’re not old enough to be a MILF Margaret.” He whispered.

Sam began moving his hand ever so slightly finger tips gently caressing my back just above the top of my sundress. My body reacted to his gentle touch and goose bumps rose on my arms along with to more pronounced bumps on the front of my dress.

“Hmmmmmmm that feels wonderful.” I whispered.

His smile warmed me but did little to reduce the effects of his sensual touch.

Sam leaned very close to me his lips nearly touching my ear. He whispered. “Would you like a massage Margaret?”

I turned my head causing his lips to touch my cheek. My nipples instantly reacted and got even harder. With a wide smile I asked. “Here Sam?”

“My place.” Sam answered.

I wanted to kiss him but resisted the urge knowing someone who knows me might be in the area. In fact I had been somewhat worried the entire time we were seated on the bench that someone I know would see us.

His eyes searched mine soulful eyes that nearly melted me.

I whispered. “I’d like that.”

Sam smiled again his hand explored more of my naked back.

“My car is near by.” He suggested.

“I’ll take mine Sam that way you won’t have to bring me back.” I said.

“Okay Margaret.” Sam said then quickly added. “Shall we?”

I couldn’t wait to feel his soft hands all over my body touching every inch of flesh softly massaging the muscles into submission.

“Yes let’s!” I nearly exclaimed.

Sam stood up and offered me his hand. I bent down and grabbed my sandals by the heel straps and let him help me from the bench. Buster jumped down and instantly became the tail wagging blur of fur he had been when we first met.

Sam Buster and I slowly walked back to the parking lot hand in hand like a loving couple. I hoped it wouldn’t be too long before his hand found the warm wet spot between my thighs.

“My car is over there.” Sam said pointing in the opposite direction from where the Benz was parked.

I smiled and slipped my hand from his. “I’m way over there.” I said pointing toward the overflow lot where the Benz sat now all alone.

“That silver coupe is yours?” Sam asked.

“Yes that’s my SLK 55 AMG.” I said somewhat proudly.

“Geez Margaret that’s a sweet ride. I’m driving a company car.” Sam replied.

“Wait for me by the exit okay Sam.” I said as we parted ways and each headed to our cars.

“Sure will.” Sam said then talked to his dog. “Come on Buster time for a ride in the car.”

Buster’s tail went absolutely crazy as he and his master walked away from me.

I watched them both for a few seconds. They both seemed to have a special bounce in their walks.

As I turned and started toward the Benz I thought to myself. findikzade esc “This cock hunting thing might not be to hard. In less than twenty four hours I’ve already found two willing men who both could care less about who scored the winning touchdown or made the game saving tackle. I guess not all men turn into football zombies as I had thought.

I slipped into my heeled sandals and slid into the drivers seat. By the time I got the Benz fired up and turned around Sam and Buster were already double parked by the exit from Hillside Park. Sam in the drivers seat and Buster hanging half way out the rear passenger window watching every movement that went on around him.

I gave my horn a toot as I approached and Sam pulled out ahead of me. As we picked up speed Buster stuck his snout out into the wind. His little puppy ears flapping in the breeze and his tongue extended like some kind of sail. What a cute little dog he is and who would have thought he’d be the one to help me find what I wanted most.

Sam’s place wasn’t too far from the park and in no time we were pulling into the driveway of a lovely two story colonial with brick front and a two car garage attached. As I slowed both garage doors opened. Sam pulled into the one on the right and I guided the Benz into the left bay.

“Good thinking Sam. We don’t want the neighbors seeing a strange car in the driveway especially one as flashy as my Benz.” I thought as I slipped the transmission into park and turned the key. Both doors closed behind us and Sam jumped from his sedan and hurried around the front toward me. Buster was running around at his feet as Sam opened my door and offered me his hand. I rewarded his gentlemanly act by giving him a healthy look at my creamy white thighs as I turned and stepped out of my Benz.

I could tell he got the look I wanted as he blushed a little then realized I’d offered him the view for being such a gentleman.

Sam held my hand and lead me around the front of his car. I nearly stumbled over Buster who was a blur of fur at our feet.

Pushing the door open Sam Buster and I stepped into his kitchen. He said. “She wasn’t interested in the house and since I put so much time and effort into fixing the place up I decided to keep it.”

And fix it up he had. The kitchen was immaculate not a single thing out of place everything sparkling clean.

“I’m impressed Sam my kitchen isn’t nearly as orderly as yours.” I commented.

Sam giggled and replied. “Doesn’t get used much Margaret.”

He walked over to the pantry cabinet and opened the door. Reaching in he retrieved a brand new rawhide chew and call to Buster.

“Snackie Buster!” He nearly shouted.

Buster came running and started jumping widely at around Sam.

Sam bent down and offered Buster his treat and in an instant he was off to his special hiding place where he took all his treats.

“That will keep him busy for a couple hours Margaret.” Sam said with a devilish grin on his lips.

I smiled knowing that I wouldn’t have to worry about the little pup trying to lick something he shouldn’t.

Sam again took my hand and lead me into his family room. A very cozy den with a large plasma television in one corner a fireplace across the far end and a well stocked library in the other corner. Facing all three was a huge sectional sofa with a lounging seat at one end.

Soft lights shown from the ceiling and a very unique ceiling fan rotated slowly overhead.

“What a wonderful room Sam.” I commented.

“Thanks Margaret. It’s nice to be able to share it with someone.” Sam replied.

I walked over to him and slowly placed one hand on each of his shoulders. Our eyes met as I whispered. “Sam do you remember at the park when you asked me if I wanted a massage?”

“Yes.” He replied.

I moved even closer and looking deeply into his awesome dark eyes I again whispered. “When I turned my head and your lips brushed my cheek?”

“Yes Margaret I remember.” Sam said.

“Your touch made my nipples hard Sam and I wanted to kiss you in the worst way.” I admitted.

“I wanted that too Margaret.” He said.

I closed the miniscule distance between our bodies and tilted my head back. Through parted moist lips I began to whisper. “Kiss..” but before I could utter the word me Sam’s lips found mine. A sensual soft first kiss barely touching but touching none the less.

His arms circled my body and pulled me tighter against his. My erect nipples piercing at the cotton fabric of my sundress covering them.

Sam’s tongue darted toward mine and I accepted it gladly. As our kiss intensified Sam began moving his hands over my back. As first down to the base of my spine then up into the short hair on the back of my neck. I continually ran my fingernails through his wavy hair. His touch excited me. His tongue encouraged me. His smell intoxicated me.

I moaned softly as his hands slid beyond the base of my spine and pulled my loins toward him. Toward him and against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Pleadingly I asked. “Can I touch it?”

Sam didn’t reply but instead slipped his hand over mine and guided me to his growing cock.

“Hmmmmmm.” I moaned as my delicate fingers ran the length of his imprisoned erection.

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The house is dark as you pull your car into the driveway, another long day at work is over. The darkness is really nothing new, since you live alone, yet, you can sense something is odd, something isn’t normal. After you get out of your car, you approach the front door cautiously, checking the doorknob. And to your surprise, and relief, it’s locked. Thinking to yourself you’re just imagining things, you unlock the front door and walk into your house.

Just as you enter the dark house, a slightly familiar scent passes you, and you turn, your brow furrowed slightly. The scent, a soft, almost musky perfume, tickles your nose as you close the door behind you. As the door closes, you feel a hand move against your back, not an intimidating touch, but a lingering, soft touch. Almost as if it’s a caress. Of course you jump, you hadn’t expected that, and you turn, demanding to know who is here in your house.

A soft “Shhh…” is all you hear, yet you feel a warm breath against your ear as the hand that was at your back slides around your side to press against your stomach. You think for a minute, everything in the house is quiet. You realize who it is, yet you decide to go along with the game. You had forgotten, briefly, that you’d shown me where you kept your spare house key, under a potted plant on your back porch.

You are being moved forwards, not with a force, but with more of an urging, and again a whisper against your ear. “I want you to go upstairs and change your clothes. Put on something comfortable, perhaps shorts and a t-shirt, and then come outside to the backyard. Hurry” The hand slides from you and you can tell that I’m moving away from you, heading to the back of the house.

You hurry upstairs, fumbling with the buttons on your shirt as you do so. And after entering your room, you strip yourself of your shirt and pants, shoes and socks, and then you quickly put on a loose pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt. Anticipation at what I had planned, and of what the night would bring has you becoming aroused. Your cock becomes semi-hard, making a slight tented bulge in the front of your shorts.

You come downstairs, quickly, yet trying to not show any excitement as you walk through the back door and into the yard. You pause, your jaw dropping in surprise as you see the work I’ve put into making tonight special. The patio is lit up with what seems like hundreds of candles, all giving off a soft light. There is a blanket lying in the middle of the yard, surrounded by candles, a basket, and a bucket of ice that is cooling a bottle of wine. I’m lying on the blanket, wearing a short silver mini skirt, and a white short sleeved silk top. A provocative grin is on my face as I motion for you to come closer, my eyes roam over your body, drinking it in.

You come towards me, walking slowly, a grin on your lips as well, you can see by the look in my eyes that I want you. Badly. I reach up with my hand, taking yours, and slowly pull you down to where you’re kneeling in front of me. The bulge in the front of your shorts is very obvious, and I slowly lick my escort şişli bottom lip as my eyes linger on the sight, and without a word, I reach out to run my fingers softly over it, feeling your cock becoming a bit harder. You gasp softly and lean forwards, as if to try to lie on top of me, but that’s not what I have planned, so I push you away, so that you’re sitting on your knees once more.

As I look into your eyes, my hands move to the hem of your t-shirt, and you feel them slowly pushing it upwards. Your stomach is revealed, and then your chest, which I love so much. I move my head towards you, pressing my mouth against your chest, my tongue caressing you softly, moving to flick over your nipples as your shirt is pulled up to your shoulders. You lift your arms, helping me to remove the shirt. The muscles in your arm flex as the shirt falls behind you, and my tongue is still gently licking at your nipple. My hands move to the waist of your shorts and begin slowly pushing them down over your hips. You can feel some of the pressure relieved as your hardened cock springs from the restraints of your shorts. You try to stand up as you feel the shorts being pushed over your hips and down your legs, yet I push you back, to where you’re lying on your back on the soft blanket, under the many stars that light the night sky. I sit up, at your side, leaning just enough so my lips can graze your ear, and you hear me whisper, softly “Just lie back and enjoy what I’m about to do for you…….to you” And with a gentle sigh, you comply, resigning to let me do as I wish. You rest your arms at your sides and gently close your eyes…waiting for my first move.

You can hear me reaching into the bucket of ice, and you shudder with anticipation, guessing at what my next move will be. I slide an ice cube into my mouth, letting it linger in my mouth for a few minutes, until it is completely melted and my mouth is ice cold. The whole while I’m doing this, you can feel my nails very lightly grazing the tops of your thighs, reaching so close, yet so far from your straining cock. You lift your hips slightly, arching your body just off of the mat, when suddenly you feel the ice cold tip of my tongue press against the underside of your balls, not moving, just lingering there. If I could, I would grin as I hear your sudden intake of air, and then the slow release of it as you lower your hips back to the blanket. Knowing that I have you at this mercy is turning me on more than I had expected, I can feel myself becoming wet as my want for you grows.

My tongue begins a slow caress, ice cold and pressed flat against the center of your tightening sack, moving over them, under them…all around them. Anyplace I can lick. God, you taste so good, and your pubic hair had been recently trimmed…just the way I like it. My hand replaces my mouth, and it begins kneading, caressing your balls as you feel my still cool tongue sliding up the underside of your cock, towards the velvety head. I want to feel you in my mouth…I want to fuck your cock with my mouth and taste you as you come deep in bostancı escort my throat. As my mouth slides up to the head of your cock, I can taste a bit of precum. I slide my tongue over the head of your cock, gathering the sweetness into my mouth, savoring every taste. Damn you taste so good, I want more. And more I will have. Your breathing begins to come a bit faster, and you moan out my name as you feel my lips wrapping around your cockhead, pulling you slowly into my cool, wet, tight, and wanting mouth.

My mouth begins to slide slowly up and down the length of your cock, my nose brushing against your pubic hair, the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat with each downwards slide. As my pace increases, so does your breathing, and under the thrusts of my mouth on your cock, I can feel you tensing slightly, lifting your hips off of the blanket. I know you’re about to come, and oh how I want to feel it fill up my mouth and slide down my throat. I want to taste every drop of you. Your hands, which have been at your sides since I began my play, now reach into the back of my hair, holding my head in place as you thrust deep into my mouth, and with a few grunts and moans, I taste the salty-sweetness of your come filling my mouth, and then as you loosen your grip on my hair, I pull my mouth up your cock, slowly pulling my lips from it as I let your hot come slide down my throat.

I sit back and look down at you. Lust for you written all over my face, and I can feel my wetness spreading between my legs. I’m so wet and ready for you, yet, I continue to hold off. I stand, slowly, slipping off my shoes as I take a step away from you. The whole time, you stare at me, having yet to say a word to me. My fingers begin to unbutton my silk top, exposing my braless breasts, and as the cool night air hits them, my nipples harden into little nubs, standing at attention, just waiting to be touched, licked, or sucked. I slide my shirt over my shoulders, and let it fall to the ground behind me before I slowly push my skirt down over my hips, letting it fall down my legs to gather at my ankles.

And as I stand there, totally naked in front of you, you can see the dampness that has gathered between my legs, glistening in the moonlight. You sit up and rest yourself on your elbows as I step over you with one leg, straddling over you. I reach one hand behind your head, pulling your face towards my pussy. With no resistance, you bring your mouth to my dampened lips, probing my slit with your tongue. My hips quiver slightly as your touch feels so good, so wanted.

As you feel the quivering, your tongue probing becomes more of a gentle massage or a caress. Your tongue slides up and down my slit, careful not to touch my clit…coming close enough to tease me. I bury my fingers in the back of your hair, pulling you closer as I press my hips outwards. The gentleness of your tongue so arousing, the anticipation so close to sending me over the edge. I moan out as your hands reach up to brace my hips, a gentle urging as you suddenly wrap your lips around my clit and nişantaşı bayan escort begin sucking it, flicking your tongue quickly back and forth over the tip of it.

Oh God, I can feel the pit of my stomach warming, tingling, every nerve ending comes alive as I feel the familiar pressure between my legs. I was going to come, and there was no place better to come than in your mouth. My hips begin to buck lightly, my legs tremble as I cry out, coming into your wanting mouth. My juices flow, and you manage to lick every drop, not missing a single drop. As my orgasm subsides, I lower myself to your still semi-hard cock, rubbing my wet pussy against it as I lean over, kissing you passionately, our tongues dancing fiercely with each others.

I can feel your cock growing, hardening even more than I had thought it could, being sandwiched between my wet lips. I break from the kiss and look into your eyes, whispering softly “I want you inside of me…now”. And with that, you grip my hips once more, lifting me off of you briefly, only to roughly pull me back down at the same time you thrust your hips. You enter me so quickly, so passionately, I can’t help but cry out.

The moment being so animalistic, any mood of romance was gone…I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to be fucked by you. I grip your hips with my thighs, pushing downwards with each of your fierce upward thrusts. The rhythm is fast, hard, just the way I like it. I grind my hips against yours as I ride you, fucking you as if it were the one and only time this would ever happen. I can’t get enough of you…I want more. You must have read my mind, because you suddenly lifted me off of you and roughly roll me over onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air. You get up on your knees and grab my hips once more to pull me back, impaling me on your long, hard cock. Oh God, I can feel it in my throat as you enter me so deeply from behind. The only sounds are the sounds of our mixed moans, grunts and whimpers, and the sound of our skin slapping against each other. Such an erotic sound.

You lean over me, lying over my back as you continue pumping your cock in and out of my slick pussy, never once breaking the fast and rough rhythm you’ve created. I feel your fingers rubbing at my clit, quickly, with no mercy. I begin whimpering, crying out loudly as you feel my pussy quivering around your cock. I was coming again, so hard, my whole body shaking. I feel you slamming deep inside of me once more at the same time you let out a loud moan. I can feel your cock twitching and throbbing as you come so deep inside of me. So much come that I can feel it seeping from my pussy and down the inside of my leg. You slowly pull your dick from me, but my swollen pussy clings to it, making you pull out so much slower than you had wanted. I moan, as do you at the sensation, and you thrust once more inside of me, remaining buried as deep as possible.

We both lower ourselves to the blanket, not wanting to break the moment, and you stay inside of me, your arms around me as we turn to the side, my back to your front. I can feel your cock softening as we lie there, yet we remain as we are. I feel a soft kiss against my shoulder and I smile, turning my head just enough so that I can see you. I smile softly before closing my eyes, a gentle sleep soon coming over both of us as we lie there, our bodies as one.

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Teil 15:

Muslima gab mir noch eine Handtasche wo ich meinen Ausweis, Schlüssel einpacken konnte. Ich dachte das würde reichen aber Muslima lachte nur:

„Fatima du solltest noch einige weitere weibliche Sachen mit einpacken. In deine Handtasche gehören noch eine Ersatzstrumpfhose, Tempos, Schminksachen mit kleinen Spiegel, Binde und auch Kondome. Auch solltest du deine Geldbörse mitnehmen.” Schnell die Sachen zusammen gesucht und in die Handtasche gepackt. Jetzt weiß ich warum Frauen immer eine so große Handtasche haben.

Wir gingen ins Treppenhaus und ich schloss zum ersten Mal meine Wohnungstür als Fatima meine Wohnung. Ich war schon aufgeregt dabei und hatte auch Angst das mich ein Nachbar sehen könnte. Aber scheinbar waren die alle ausgeflogen ich sah also keinen.

Da ich ja in einer Gegend wohne wo der Bergbau im letzten Jahrhundert auch aktiv war, brauchten wir nur die Seitenstraße runter und wir waren auf der Halde. Die wurde in den letzten Jahren begrünt und es waren viele Wege dort. Wir machten also einen Spaziergang und ich wurde auch auf den Schuhen immer sicherer. Mit der Zeit merkte ich auch nicht mehr das ich mit 7 cm Absätzen unterwegs war.

Menschen die uns entgegen kamen, nahmen uns nicht wirklich wahr, auch war Mu diesmal nicht so aufreizend gekleidet. So sahen wir aus als wenn wir zwei Frauen wären die das gute Wetter zu einen Spaziergang nutzen. Auf der Halde gibt es eine Treppe um auf den „Gipfel” zu kommen. Sind ungefähr 100 Stufen und Muslima meinte: „Wir werden jetzt 2 Mal die Treppe rauf und runter laufen, das hilft dir in Zukunft besser und sicherer Treppen zu steigen.”

Bei den Gedanken wurde ich recht bleich bei aber da muss ich wohl durch. Der erste Aufstieg ging recht Problemlos, beim runtergehen hatte ich einige Schwierigkeiten. Muslima zeigte mir wie ich richtig die Treppen runtergehe. Zuerst mit dem Absatz auftreten und dann mit dem Vorderfuß.

Die zweite Runde ging dann besser, nur musste ich dann unten mal kurz mich hinsetzen und von dem Laufen erholen. Nach der Pause fragte mich Muslima wie es mir geht.

„Es ist wirklich ungewohnt als Fatima raus zu gehen und auch das mit dem Treppensteigen war zwar anstrengend aber ich denke es hilft für die Zukunft. Hast du sonst noch was mit mir vor?”

Muslima lachte und sagte: „Das Wetter wäre doch ideal, um in der Stadt ein Eis essen zu gehen. Du hast ja mitbekommen, das keiner uns wirklich beachtet. Wir sehen halt wirklich wie muslimische Frauen aus. Selbst bei dir erkennt man nichts. Von daher wäre der weitere Ausflug nicht schlecht. Willst du?”

Ich nickte und wir machten uns auf den Weg zur Hauptstraße um mit dem Bus in die Stadt zu fahren. Muslima holte uns die Fahrscheine und wir fuhren in die Stadt.

Zielsicher ging Muslima zu meiner Lieblingseisdiele. Zuerst hatte ich Angst das man mich dort als Florian erkennt, aber bevor ich weiter nachdenken konnte zog mich Muslima zu einen freien Tisch draußen und sie bestellte für uns einen Eisbecher. Wir escort bayan şişli musterten beim Eis essen verschiedene Frauen und sprachen leise über ihre Bekleidungsstile. „Weißt du was, wo wir jetzt mal in der Stadt sind können wir auch mal nach neuen Bhs für dich schauen. Hunkenmöller ist ja gleich in der nächsten Querstraße und warum sollen wir nicht nach was Nettes für dich schauen.” sagte Muslima. Was kommt den heute noch, der Ausflug war schon aufregend genug, jetzt noch selbst Bhs kaufen gehen? Ach was, die zwei anderen Sachen habe ich ja auch Problemlos geschafft.

Muslima bezahlte und die Bedienung schaute mich länger an. Hat sie mich erkannt. Beim Rausgehen wurden wir nett verabschiedet und gebeten doch mal wieder zu kommen.

Zusammen schlenderten wir zu Hunkenmöller, schon die Auslagen fand dich sehr schön. Früher bin ich an solchen Geschäften vorbei gelaufen. Ich war überrascht wie viele verschiedene BH es überhaupt gibt. Muslima suchte mir eine Brusthebe raus, die ich auch dort anprobieren müssen. Muslima begleitete mich in die Kabine und half mir beim anziehen. Meine Brüste lagen in dem BH nett und meine Brustwarzen waren frei. „Das steht dir ausgezeichnet und deine Brüste werden bei dem BH halt von unten gestützt und du könntest so auch was freizügigeres anziehen. So schauen die Männer garantiert nach dir.”

Irgendwie fand ich das Teil schon geil und auch meine Brüste wurden auch gut gestützt mit dem BH. Wir gingen zur Kasse und ich wunderte mich das sowenig Stoff so teuer ist. 49,95 Euro kostet der BH. Schönsein kostet halt immer etwas. Schnell war der BH eingepackt und wir gingen wieder aus dem Laden.

Zielsicher gingen wir die Straße runter und standen vor der Praxis von Doktor Fuchs. „Wenn wir jetzt mal hier sind, können wir uns bei Anne auch mal nach den Blutwerten erkundigen.”

Bevor ich überhaupt reagieren konnte, zog mich Muslima in die Praxis. Anne saß am Empfang und freute sich uns zu sehen. „Wenn ihr einen Moment Zeit habt könnt ihr zum Doktor rein, ein Termin hat sich gerade abgemeldet und Doktor Fuchs freut sich bestimmt dich mal persönlich kennen zu lernen.”

„Jetzt wo wir schon hier sind habe ich wohl keine andere Wahl.” sagte ich mit einen gewissen Galgenhumor. Nach einer viertel Stunde wurden wir zum Arzt reingerufen.

Der Arzt selbst war ein älterer Herr mit grauen Haaren und machte einen sehr sympathischen Eindruck. Er bot uns einen Platz an und wir unterhielten uns zuerst einfach über verschiedene Sachen, erst langsam ging er auf den eigentlichen Besuch ein. „Fatima, ihre Blutwerte sind total in Ordnung und wie Anne erzählt hat haben auch die anderen Sachen auch gut entwickelt. Darf ich gleich mal selbst nachschauen, damit wir sicher sind das alles OK ist.”

Da er sich ja sehr gefühlvoll gezeigt hat, hatte ich auch keine Angst mich auszuziehen und mich anschließend auf den Gynstuhl setzen. Schon ein komisches Gefühl, sich auf dem Stuhl zu setzen. Wie fühlen sich wohl die Frauen die sich immer taksim bayan escort darauf setzen müssen und sich dabei bestimmt mehr als Wehrlos fühlen.

Teil 16:

Doktor Fuchs schaute sich mein Glied und meine Hoden an und sagte zu Anne: „Die Entwicklung ist so wie wir uns das vorgestellt haben. Fatima bekommen sie den noch eine Erektion?”

Ich antwortete wahrheitsgemäß: „Nein Herr Doktor, selbst bei Bildern oder Videos, die mich früher immer erregt haben tut sich unten nichts mehr. Sondern mehr wäre ich den Situationen in den die Frauen dann sind.”

Irgendwie schon peinlich das zu gestehen, das ich da lieber selbst einen Penis verwöhnen würde und auch das Sperma zu schlucken. Ich durfte vom Stuhl runter und musste mich oben herum frei machen. Vorsichtig tastet Doktor Fuchs meine Brüste ab und nahm auch ein Maßband um diese zu messen. „Anne, die haben sich ja schon sehr gut entwickelt, wir sollten ihr noch das neue Mittel geben, was uns Mustafa zur Probe mitgebracht hat. Soll ja angeblich den Brustaufbau noch weiter beschleunigen. Machst du bitte die Spritze fertig und gebe diese in die Arschbacke von Fatima. 20 ml werden zum Anfang reichen.”

Doktor Fuchs ließ uns alleine und Anne zog aus einer Flasche die Spritze auf. Ich durfte mich umdrehen und sie desinfizierte die Stelle wo sie Spritze gesetzt wird. Sie pikste mich und drückte langsam die 20 ml in die Arschbacke. Ich merkte ein leichtes Brennen, mehr erst mal nicht. Dann durfte ich mich wieder anziehen und Muslima meinte: „Komm Fatima so schlimm war es doch jetzt nicht und wir gehen jetzt nach Hause. Denke zu Feier des Tages sollten wir uns noch ein Bier aus dem Getränkemarkt mitnehmen.”

Schnell war ich angezogen und auch das Kopftuch bekam ich recht gut selbst hin. Ich war froh als wir aus der Praxis waren und wieder auf der Straße. Mir machte es auch nichts mehr aus, als Fatima auf der Straße zu sein. Zum Getränkemarkt und 4 Flaschen kaltes Bier geholt. Der Typ an der Kasse schaute mich auch komisch an, aber mich interessierte es nicht wirklich.

Zu Hause setzten wir uns aufs Sofa und tranken das erste Bier. Ich habe ja seitdem ich die Veränderung mache, kein Bier mehr getrunken. Es tat zwar gut aber ich merkte die Wirkung vom Alkohol recht schnell. Was mir auch noch auffiel, war das ich mich nicht umgezogen habe. Ich blieb also Fatima. Vor 2 Wochen habe ich immer noch geschaut, das ich wieder männliche Kleidung anziehe wenn ich zu Hause bin.

„Fatima, jetzt sollten wir den Abend noch sinnvoll nutzen und anfangen einen Teil deiner männlichen Bekleidung auszusortieren. Zu mindestens deine männlichen Slips können doch jetzt weg.” sagte Muslima und ging in mein Schlafzimmer. Wie eine brave Frau ging ich hinterher, vorher nahm ich aber noch einen Müllsack aus der Küche mit.

„Wo hast du deine männlichen Slips?” fragte mich Muslima und ich zeigte ihr die Schublade wo die drin sind. Schnell waren die gesamten Slips im Müllsack und auch meine Socken wurden mit entsorgt. göztepe escort Sie nahm den Sack mit ins Wohnzimmer und wir tranken noch die letzten beiden Bier. Anschließend verabschiedete sich Muslima von mir und ich war schon etwas fertig von dem Spaziergang und den Erlebnissen heute. Alleine hätte ich mich nicht getraut als Fatima auf die Straße zu gehen, da war mir Muslima schon eine Hilfe bei.

Schnell schminkte ich mich ab und ging noch kurz unter die Dusche. Ich war auch froh, das ich den BH ausziehen konnte, obwohl meine Brüste ja schon recht groß geworden sind. Ich rieb mich anschließend noch mit einer Bodylotion ein, die mir Ceyda letzten mitgebracht hat. Sie verbreitet einen feminin Duft und wurde von meiner haut direkt aufgesaugt. Nachthemd an und schnell noch meine Mails nachgeschaut und es war eine Mail von Ceyda mit Anhang dabei. Neugierig öffnete ich den Anhang und es war eine Gutachten von einen Therapeuten, der damit bescheinigte das es mein freier Wille und Wunsch war, in Zukunft als Frau zu Leben. Ich habe den Mann noch nie gesehen und wunderte mich, welche Beziehung Lady Lisa und auch Ceyda wohl haben, das man so an ein Gutachten kommt.

Noch schlimmer war der Hinweis, das dieses Gutachten auch an meinen Arbeitgeber gegangen ist, da man weiß, wie schwierig solche Schritte immer sind und man will mich da beim Outing unterstützen. Das kann ja übermorgen was geben, wenn ich wieder zur Schicht muss.

Unruhig fiel ich in den Schlaf und wälzte mich im Bett. Zwischendurch wurde ich mal wach weil meine Brüste recht spannten und sich sehr prall anfühlten. Waren das schon die Auswirkung der Spritze von Anne? Gegen 7 Uhr konnte ich nicht mehr Schlafen und stand auf. Meine Brüste fühlten sich sehr hart an und ich hatte Schwierigkeiten den BH anzuziehen. Sind die schon wieder größer geworden?

Ich machte mir einen Kaffee und ging an den PC. Es war eine Mail von Muslima war da.

„Liebe Fatima, ich habe eine Kopie der Mail von Ceyda bekommen und herzlichen Glückwunsch zu deinen Entschluss. Gerne würde ich dir morgen bei deiner passenden Kleidung helfen. Und ich habe auch neue Bhs für dich, die etwas mehr Körbchengröße haben. Amme hat mich gestern noch angerufen und mir gesagt, das deine Brüste bestimmt noch etwas größer geworden sind. Du machst halt die Pubertät im Schnelldurchgang.” Dazu noch ein lachender Smiley.

Gleichzeitig fand ich die Mail auch sehr lieb und aufbauend, sie ist mir eine richtige Freundin geworden und ihre Unterstützung tut mir richtig gut.

Von Lady Lisa bekam ich eine Nachricht aufs Handy gesendet: „Hallo Fatima, gehe doch gegen 10 Uhr zu Ceyda im Laden vorbei, sie hat neue Bhs für dich die etwas mehr Körbchen haben, ich habe von Anne schon erfahren, das du eine besondere Spritze bekommen hast.”

Irgendwie scheine ich wohl nicht in einer Stadt zu wohnen sondern auf einen Dorf. Ich zog also die gleiche Kleidung wie gestern an und ging so zu Ceyda in den Laden. Sie freute mich mich zu sehen, nahm mich in den Arm und küsste mich auf die Wange. Leise sagte sie: „Ich habe gehört das du von Anne eine besondere Spritze bekommen hast und ich habe dir verschiedene Bhs zusammen gestellt, die etwas mehr Körbchengröße haben.”

Schnell gab sie mir eine Tüte und ich durfte wieder gehen.

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“I drew an eleven!” Josie yelled as soon as her mother picked up. I could hear her all the way down the hall, near the tears she’d been revving up to all afternoon. “And then,” she sniffled “they told me there was an automatic +2 for being under 20 in this district. And Aunt Amanda drew a five, but she’s over 26, so she got to shuffle two off to me, so she wound up with three, and I wound up with fifteen!”

It had been an interesting afternoon, alright. I’d taken my wife and my niece-in-law to register for reproductive quotas, and now one of them was mad as hell. While Amanda and I were courting, we’d agreed we wanted to move to one of the border districts, and help it back from the wilderness that had swallowed whole cities after the invasion. We would help re-civilize Earth, and of course, we’d do our duty to help repopulate it. Everyone knew life out here was hard, and the government offered plenty of incentives to people who were willing to work for them. There was land and start up money for married couples who moved out, and scholarships for girls who fulfilled their reproductive quotas on the frontier. Amanda and I knew we would need some human capital, so to speak. Josie had been happy enough to tag along: Amanda was her favorite aunt, and the scholarship would pay her way through med school. She was a lot less happy now.

Of course reproductive quotas were higher on the frontier. Back home, the highest quota Josie could have drawn was a seven, and there were no modifiers. The one rule that didn’t change was that once a girl was assigned a number, she was required to stay in-district until her quota was complete. No shopping around. So now I had a sulky, rebellious teen whining to her mother on videochat. I’d had reservations about letting her call home at all, but as I walked towards the den, my sister-in-law came through for me.

“Honey, that’s wonderful!” She gushed. “You are going to make just the prettiest babies. No one will be able to get enough of them.”

“Mommy!” Josie gasped. “Have you heard a word I said? I have to have fifteen! I’m never going to get to go to med school!”

“Jocelyn Ann, you surprise me! Didn’t I raise you to have faith? You are not in charge of your life, young lady. I assure you, your elders know best. Now, if God means you to go to med school, I am sure you will, but in the meantime, you are earning all kinds of punishment from Uncle Jim. I hope he swats you just as hard as you deserve!”

I raised a hand from behind Josie’s shoulder. “Hi Lucy.”

“It is so good to see you, Jim, how’s Amanda?”

“She’s wonderful.” I softened, as I often did when thinking about my wife. Breeding registration had set her on fire in a way far different from Josie, and I was hoping to take her to bed soon. “The border suits her.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Mandy is just the best. Not like my bad girl, Josie, here.”

“Believe me, I know.” I clamped a hand down on the back of Josie’s neck. “I need to put her in the naughty corner,” I told her mom. “But I’d appreciate a word with you and Bob, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“You know we’re always here for you,” Lucy assured me. “Do what you need to do, and I’ll have Bob here by the time you get back.”

Josie struggled a bit on the way back to her room, but I wasn’t having it. I wrapped one hand in her hair, put the other between her legs and marched her firmly along. While Josie was the only breeder in my house right now, I hoped there would be more one day, and “her” room was a proper breeder dorm, with three beds, and eyebolts firmly set into a stud next to each one. I clipped Josie’s collar (required by law for unmarried breeders) directly to an eyebolt and reached around her to unbutton her blouse. “What are you doing?” she shrieked, wriggling to no avail as I wrenched her shirt off. Her shrieks gained volume and lost coherence as I wrapped her top tightly around both her forearms and tied the sleeves into a firm knot. She stomped her feet and whined as I pulled up her skirt and yanked her panties downwards. They caught around her knees and I left them there. fatih escortları I took a moment to examine the results. Josie’s face and tits were pressed up against the wall, but her back was arched under her crossed arms, and her bottom had to be slightly thrust out to make room for her feet. She was a pretty little problem, which I would find a way to solve. I turned out the light, which won me a cry of dismay, and shut the door.

Back in the den, Bob and Lucy were waiting for me onscreen, and I felt like I owed Bob an apology.

“I know this isn’t what any of us expected,” I told him, “but I think Josie is going to be with us longer than anyone planned.”

Somewhat to my surprise, Bob didn’t seem concerned. “The only person who didn’t consider this possibility is Josie, and frankly, that girl needs to re-prioritize. I’m just sorry we can’t take her back from you and make her behave.”

“Oh, I’ll get her to behave, alright. The registrar recommends intensive training for girls with numbers that high. I’m looking at a handful of possibilities. But that’s part of what worries me – they’re all six month courses. So we’re not even thinking of getting her pregnant right away. And the district put out an appeal for breeders to go into dairy production for 3-6 months after each pregnancy, and of course, I want to support the community any way we can.”

“Of course you do!” Lucy answered. “You’re on the border, Jim. We know you can’t just keep her pregnant till she’s done, not with that quota. It’s never really the smart call anyway.”

Bob nodded. “You have to rest a field sometimes. Even if the district didn’t make requests, you’d want Josie to be able to help out with your kids with Amanda.”

“Exactly. But that may mean she’s breeding until she’s forty.”

Lucy spoke up again. “I was worried she was growing into a tease when she graduated high school without getting pregnant.” She shook her head. “We should really re-think telling teenagers about blowjobs. Jim, I’m so sorry she’s being troublesome for you.”

“I can handle one little girl,” I assured them. “And if it helps you feel any better, Amanda’s a darling.”

“She’s our darling, too. You give her our love when you get the chance. It’s going to be a busy night at your house!”

The first part of my busy night was in the kitchen. Amanda was tidying up the remains of dinner, and preparing for tomorrow. My heart swelled at the sight of my lovely wife. She wore a blue sundress that set off her eyes, her tanned shoulders, and her lovely breasts. She set down the dish she was drying when she heard me come in and pulled out a chair for me at the kitchen table, dropping to her knees at my feet.

I reached a hand down to tweak a pert nipple through her dress. “How is my wife?”

“Delighted to be your wife, and longing to serve you.” She started rubbing the arches of my feet. “Although I am terribly worried that our breeder is rebellious.”

I smiled down at her. “Has my little honey been eavesdropping?”

She blushed. “I didn’t mean to, sir, but she was loud. Plus, she was either fuming or sulking all afternoon.”

“I know. I’ll take care of her.”

Amanda frowned a little. “She’s my niece, sir. I feel like I should talk to her.”

“Absolutely not!” I exclaimed. “I’m the head of this household, and you’ll leave Josie to me. You’re not going to go into the dorm or speak to her without my permission, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir. Oh, I’m so sorry I tried to take authority from you, sir! I’m still learning how to be a good wife.”

“There, there.” I gathered Amanda into my lap. “Today should never have been all about Josie, sweetheart. You registered, too. How are you feeling?”

“I’m so happy, sir! Every part of belonging to you makes me eager and excited.”

“What does that feel like?”

Amanda turned a pretty pink that I knew ran all the way down to her nipples, which made sharp peaks in the soft fabric of her dress. She tried to bury her face in my shoulder, but I tugged her hair gently until she looked me in the eye. sarıyer escortları “Answer me, wife.”

“Well. I…” she stammered. “Thinking of having babies with you…I didn’t think my nipples could get so hard. There’s this fluttery feeling in my lower belly, and it feels like my cunt is melting, sir.”

I rubbed my chin against her breasts, holding her tight. “Tell me more about that.”

“My thighs are sticky from my juices. I had to change my dress before dinner because the first one was all damp, and I want to spread my legs for you. Every time I close my eyes, I imagine you sucking hard on my tits, and thrusting your cock into me, so hard that it hurts, and it all just makes me wetter.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Do you want me to hurt you, Amanda?”

The relief on my wife’s face was palpable. “Oh yes, sir! I want you to hurt me so much, sir. I try so hard to be good for you, sir, and when you hurt me I know that it’s entirely for your pleasure.”

“Mmmm. You’re such a good girl.” I slid a hand under her dress. Her thighs were sticky, her cunt was slick. Her clit was like a tiny pebble at the top of her slit – she gasped as I ran my fingers over it. “What a hungry little cunt you are. Bend over the table for me.”

Almost as soon as I said it, Amanda’s torso was pressed to the table, her legs apart. I took a moment to savor the view of her shapely ass before giving my next command. “Reach back and spread your labia for me. Let’s see those pretty girl parts.”

As she complied, I took a tweezer clamp out of my pocket. I pressed my face into her cunt, tasting her nectar. I strummed her clit with my thumb, watching as it swelled even more. When I judged it was ready, I fastened the clamp firmly around it.

The squeals she made as the clamp bit into her most sensitive flesh made my cock stand at attention. I had been considering using Amanda later, but maybe it would be better to put off disciplining Josie a little, and go in with a clear head. I unzipped my fly, and called my wife to attention. “I need your mouth.”

One of the best things about Amanda was that she never let her eagerness result in rushed service. She was in position in an instant, on her knees, with her lips to my cock, but her mouth was leisurely and tender. She worked delicately up and down my shaft, nuzzling and licking, lingering at any place that elicited the slightest reaction. She cradled my balls with one hand, licking them enthusiastically when she came to them, then sucking them each lightly before she began working her way back up. I’d taught her that I wouldn’t accept her hands on my shaft during a blowjob, and she knew better than to pleasure herself when she should be focused, so her other arm wrapped loosely around me, holding on to the back of my chair for support.

She swirled her tongue on the head of my cock, moaning in delight. Her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure as traced the edges of the head and began sucking in earnest, filling her mouth in an effort to lick as much of my meat as possible. I encouraged her with the occasional grunt, leaning back to watch and enjoy. She was truly inspired this evening, working my cock over energetically, pulling back occasionally to let me see the drool drip from her lips, before taking me back into her mouth, slightly deeper each time.

“Unbutton your dress, babe,” I ordered, grinning when she complied without a pause in her devoted sucking. I leaned forward to knead her full breasts, relishing the hardness of her nipples against my palms. Her earlier confession about pain had given me ideas.

Amanda was working her way upwards at the moment, the tip of her tongue dancing across the underside of my cock. I let her reach the head before viciously twisting her nipples. Her mouth fell open as she mewed in pain, but she kept her tongue pressed against me.

“Good girl,” I told her. “Nice tongue. I’m going to keep twisting these,” I pulled on her nipples, “while I use your throat. Do you understand?”

“Nggg. Mmph.” She nodded, so I assume that meant yes.

“My maltepe escortları hands are busy,” I reminded her. “So you’re gonna do the work for me. You’re gonna take my cock all the way to the root. I want your nose in my pubes. And then you’re gonna use your head to fuck my cock. Now.”

As always, Amanda rushed to comply. Her nose pressed against my stomach, and then her head started bobbing frantically. She began grunting helplessly as I penetrated her throat, getting louder as she drove herself to take me deeper. She continued to roll my balls gently in her right hand, but now she was using the left for leverage, pulling on the chair as she impaled her throat on my dick. I had no intention of letting her efforts rush me to climax. I took deep, slow breaths and concentrated on torturing my wife-slut’s engorged nipples. I pulled them towards each other, rolling them between my first two fingers, and flicking them with my thumbs. I pulled them both between the fingers of one hand. I amused myself for a moment by trying to knot them together – they stretched generously, so that wasn’t as much of a failure as I expected.

“God, I wish I could bite your tits while you suck me,” I moaned, winning a frantic “Guk guk!” in reply from Amanda.

“Should that be your slut name?” I asked, twisting her nips even harder. “Would you like it if I told everyone to call you Guk Guk?”

“Guuukkk!”

“I could make you show them why. We’d put you on your knees, and you’d take cock for days. Hey! While you’re down there, lick my balls, cunt.” Amanda thrust her tongue out as I bottomed out in her throat.

“There you go. Do that every stroke, bitch.” Amanda’s control was dissolving, which was a process I always enjoyed. There were tears leaking down her face, streaking her mascara, and her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth. “Take it harder.”

I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs wider, which gave me room to squish her abused nipples against the sharply squared edge of the seat. The next cry of “guuuuck” was an octave higher.

“Oh yeah, I like that. I like knowing you hurt, pretty bitch.”

“Eeeeeck! Guk!”

“Oh, I know. I know you want me so bad. You’re such a hungry breeder slut, aren’t you?” I switched from twisting her nipples clockwise to counterclockwise. “You want to be filled with cock so bad.”

“Eehhhh!”

“That’s just right. That’s just what horny bitches are for, isn’t it?”

“Guh!”

“I love that my stupid horny breeder bitch can only. Manage. One. Syllable.” I punctuated my statement with small hip thrusts, going deeper into Amanda’s defenseless throat. “I. Am. Going. To. Come. In. You. So. Hard.” I took a moment to adjust, so I could manage longer thrusts.

“This is just where you belong,” I told her. “On your knees, with your mouth full. And your tits being tortured. God, I am going to hurt these so much, baby. I am going to whip them and squeeze them and bite them till they have pretty blue marks all over.”

I had thought I was just talking dirty to tease Amanda, but the image of my wife’s tits covered with teeth marks pushed me over the edge. I dug my fingernails into her boobs and grunted again and again, spurting cum straight down her throat.

“Now suck me clean, honey.”

~~~~~

I leaned back in the kitchen chair, relaxing and watching Amanda clean up. She’d brought me a fresh hand towel to dry off with once she finished licking cum off my cock and balls, but I hadn’t let her put herself to rights. Her sundress was awkwardly hitched below her breasts, and her face was a bleary mess. She was putting dishes and cutlery away, moving with the awkwardness of a woman with a tweezer clamp between her legs.

“You look so right like this,” I told her, as she shot me a loving smile. “So slutty and debased. I am so glad you’re mine.”

By the time I finished this romantic speech, she was back on her knees, crawling to me across the kitchen. “I’m so glad, sir. It makes me so happy when you use me.”

I caressed her face. “I know. Are you done here?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I want you to go get ready for bed. I need to take care of Josie. That clamp is your punishment for thinking you could talk to her. Kneel on the rug while you wait for me, and think of how to behave better. I’ll take the clamp off you when I’m done.”

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BUNSNUB: Another Love Story Ch. 14

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Chapter Fourteen: Home, Bitter Home

Evenings were hell, a return to loneliness, a self-imposed solitary confinement. Returning home was the equivalent of lowering myself into a dark insect infested pit. It was a deep well with a dank and slimy interior. I had no interests or hobbies and now no appetite outside Biprods Incorporated. I existed solely for Ms. Handlesmen and no one, nor anything else mattered. I didn’t want anything else to occupy my mind. I tried to leave my thoughts at the company whenever my body returned to this mausoleum, the coffin of Dracula. I left my mind kneeling at the feet of my new found lover where it could do no harm. Evenings were a purgatory the Catholic Church could not purge from existence, even by edict.

Every evening became a carbon copy of the last. I returned home about seven o’clock, or after midnight if I was lucky. I always undressed and stepped into an alternating hot and cold shower. I took long showers, bathing myself as best I could, and Ms. Handlesmen was always there with me, watching from over my shoulder. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without seeing her. She had developed into my conscience, my superego, and thankfully ruled over me while we were separated.

Bathing was a challenge, a trial by fire. Controlling my hands as they soaped my body down was an ordeal in self-control, the troubled acceptance of denial and bouts with madness. Once I’d been rendered hairless the madness became an arduous free fall into insanity’s vertigo, a never ending tail-spin.

Like the vision of an icon imprinted on a mystics mind, I was zeroing in on a clear and concise vision of Ms. Handlesmen. An ethereal representation of the one I adore, my guiding principle and regulator of my self-control. So clear became my thoughts of her I could see and feel her standing near me at almost all times, and the lapses, those quick moments of indiscretion were diminishing rapidly. I soon took to conversing with my icon, talking aloud, asking her permission before I acted.

My smooth hairless condition accented the awareness I had of myself and exaggerated my sensations. It was exhilarating, as if I were touching myself for the first time, but when it came to my behind the extreme discomfort slowed me down. Here the pain yet battered me with memories I wanted to forget, those intense preludes to perfect endings.

I turned so the water hit my back and cascaded down over my buttocks, but even that proved painful beyond measure. Being extremely gentle, I landed my palms on the burning cheeks of my sore behind. My hot buttocks sizzled and turned the water cold in comparison. Never had any part of me been so inflamed. I lathered my cheeks carefully, with tediously slow round motions, as tears welled in my eyes. Like the pounding of several wild rock drummers gone berserk, the memories of the spankings hammered away in my head.

I had to reset the temperature of the water a couple of times. I had to have colder and colder water washing over my cheeks. As they fizzed and hissed I looked down at my cock. It was as hard as ever and I dreaded having to bathe it. I feared the thought of touching it. In its presence, I was a doubtful unsure little boy. I barely had the courage to look at it, much less lather it without stroking it. Like a naughty satyr, it called me to play with the mystical tune of a Pied Piper. It demanded pleasure, screamed to be petted, yanked, whacked and brought to completion. Like a frightened child I looked down at it in awe and respect, a large pearl of arousal even now beading from its head.

Thank goodness Ms. Handlesmen was there to help, in my bayan escort merter minds eye, with me, with her suggestions and warnings. She reminded me of the claim she had laid on me. How could I even consider upsetting things now and why? I was allowed to bathe and dry her toy, but nothing more. It was not my organ, but the toy of my lover. I simply carried it around for her, or should I say, it had me carry it around for her. Even it had more control over me then I did.

I lathered my hands while watching it twitch and vibrate in anticipation. Long strands of lubrication oozed from it’s head and swung to the tub. ‘This wasn’t going to be easy’ I thought. I placed the soap aside and bit on my lower lip nervously. With a vibrant mental picture of Ms. Handlesmen firmly established I moved my soaped hands down and caught my restive organ. I engulfed the machine, balls and all and stood still for a moment. I had the tavern bull by the horns and called to Ms. Handlesmen for help.

Even in my mind, Ms. Handlesmen proved a strong forceful mistress who took control. Under her tutelage, I gingerly soaped and lathered my entire hard-on. Everything seemed to be going fine until I accidentally felt what my hands were doing. It rapidly became so difficult to tell between scrubbing and stroking, I slipped mentally. But my mental mistress came roaring back like a tidal wave and reminded me about the rules, and about being careful. She reminded me that I carried something dear to her. Yes, I was to do a good job. I was to wash its head, around its neck, along its length and between every wrinkle of my scrotum. I was to think of her while I bathed, to think of what it was I held in my hands. I was not to play with her toy, and it was driving me crazy.

Her toy swelled with a surge of fresh blood while in my hands, bloated with an illicit excitement I knew better then to enjoy or even contemplate. I needed to work fast, before my mind found itself entrapped, before my mind surrendered to my libido and base instincts. I adjusted so the water hit my abdomen and I could rinse. Before I knew it, I was free of soap and I caught myself dawdling. ‘Was I tuning an instrument?’ I thought in a fit of whimsy. I pulled up and away, like a boy who’d just been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. I could see and feel Ms. Handlesmen’s stern look and apologized to my minds rendition. I begged aloud, bringing my heart-felt meaning to life. My words echoed about the stall in recurring reinforcement, an energy-collecting mantra.

I finished rinsing the rest of my body, turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Stepping onto a towel I came face to face with my reflection. It starred back at me from a full length mirror tacked to my bathroom door. I stood starring with mouth open, bewildered by what I saw and completely unable to believe it. My reflection reminded me of a painting decorating the wall of Ms. Handlesmen’s office.

I was nude and hairless, with tears yet seeping from the corners of my eyes and a hard-on jutting out from between my legs like a pole in need of a flag. It was the saddest of scenes, it was the most exciting of scenes. I saw myself as a fragile creature, an animal recently swept from the jungle. I had been freshly bagged and quickly tamed by a great white huntress, and now I belonged to her. She didn’t keep me in a cage or spread on a floor before a fireplace, though I wished she had. My enslavement was even more inhibiting, a refined self-destruction.

I fetched a towel and commenced drying myself. I was careful to stay away from my penis, and went to pains insuring the towel ends didn’t anadolu yakası escort bayan brush against it. Everything excited him, even looking at myself in the mirror. I lived balancing on a tight rope stretched taut over a deep chasm, the floor of which I imagined to be cluttered with the remains of dead lovers, those that failed Ms. Handlesmen.

I walked out into my living room, towel around my waist and stopped to look around. The home I’d grown up in seemed strangely alien. It was a place without meaning, where I no longer belonged. Spending time here, away from Ms. Handlesmen, had become distressing to say the least and after so few days. My home was a vestige of the past I wanted to forget. Looking around, scanning a room that had changed little since my mom’s departure, was a stark reminder of sadder times. I was working frantically at erasing those memories. I needed to rid the dwelling of all her things, of all the sorrowful mementos. I needed to crate and carton it all, then throw it all in the trash, the lake, or an incinerator would be better.

Nothing in this house was of any interest to me now, I only cared for Ms. Handlesmen. I no longer enjoyed reading or watching television, which for years was my sole companion, my sole means of solace. I no longer cared for the radio, which also comforted me in my bleakest hours. I walked across the room and into my kitchen.

It was only ten o’clock, meaning it was eleven hours before I’d be seeing Ms. Handlesmen again, eleven hours in Gehenna. I went to the refrigerator and opened the door. There before me lay all the foods I had enjoyed for so many years, milk, peanut butter, strawberry jam, half a loaf of white bread, and a half eaten plate of canned Spaghetti-O’s. An open can of freestone peaches, a pint of now shriveled blueberries, a stick of butter, and other delicacies. At one time I would have opened this door and began eating, but food could no longer satisfy my hunger, it could no longer fill my guts emptiness. The hunger that now gnawed at my body was beyond foods help. I suffered in the grips of a hunger that ripped at my heart and sucked on my manhood. It was an unquenchable thirst that kept me up at night, tossing and turning in a restless half sleep that no amount of cold water could pacify.

I slammed the door and stood wondering what to do next. I couldn’t think of a thing, except begin tomorrow. I wished there was some way for me to bypass the nights, the hours between midnight and five a.m.. I moved out of the kitchen in thought and through my living room, turning out lights as I traveled. I entered my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. My boner caused me to flip over onto my back.

I could reach my television and clicked it on. It’s flickering light had always been a good friend. I didn’t care what was on, whether it was Lie Witness News or an inane talk show, because I didn’t turn the sound loud enough to hear anyway. I enjoyed the warmth of the flickering light, the sudden flashes, sudden darkness, the intervals that helped the shadows dance like frisky sheep all around me. These were old friends who stayed with me as I cried myself to sleep and they were often here when I awoke. Like with so many other things, they represented a habit I accepted without reason.

My bed was its comfortable mess, a nest shaped to hold me. I rolled under my covers and into its center, on my side, buried and ready to travel. I grabbed my worn torn down pillow in my arms, firmed it into a ball and sunk my head into it, while visions of Ms. Handlesmen bobbed around in my head.

I felt the bed move as she bayan escort besiktaş slipped into it, as she slid under the covers to be near me. I felt her warmth and breathed in her scent. I moaned in pleasure as she snuggled up to me, her chest and belly pressing to mine, our thighs and lips coming together. One arm slipped around me, her hand landing on my back, its fingers walking up and down my spine. Her other arm lay between us, its hand taking me, its fingers curling themselves around my organ. Both hands pulled me closer and our bodies melted together. I was in heaven, gripped by an angel.

Our lips united in a most luscious way, mouths open, tongues swirling together. I inhaled her breathes and drank down her saliva as our bodies played against each other. I slipped both my arms around her and grasped her tight. She rolled onto her back, taking me along with her.

She held my hard-on in a tight grip and pulled me over, on top of her. Her legs parted and I slipped between them as she guided my member to it’s proper place. She moved the head of my cock up and down against her, between her sweet nether lips. I could feel their moisture as they parted in acceptance. I enjoyed the sensuous music our squishing union produced. Up and down deeper and deeper she drew my cock on and in. It was ecstasy, as her mouth sucked on my tongue, her sex suck on my cocks head.

I bucked in a wild involuntary way, but she stayed in control, allowing me little. I wallowed on top of her like a captured male butterfly seeking to mate. I was trying to take advantage, but unable to do little more then flutter in her grasp. Her breasts and belly were a soft bed I rolled upon, her lips a maddening duo cooing and chewing on me from both ends. I was lost in the mystery of our embrace, a willing student and eager pupil, ready… willing… able?

I flapped my tongue about in her mouth and fantasized about forcing it down her throat. I tried working my boner into her sex, pressing to enter the place I belonged. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her lips around my tongue and a hand around my manhood. I was on the brink of my first sexual union and Ms. Handlesmen began screaming. Louder and louder her screams became as I withered in her grip. Her screams became a loud bell, a high pitched ringing until my eyes snapped open to the sounds of my alarm clock.

I was lying on my pillow, a thumb from one hand in my mouth, my other hand wrapped around my hard-on. I was humping in my fist, but stopped the instant I realized my indiscretion. I reached for and hit the button of my alarm clock, then collapsed in a heaving delirious sweat. My dreams were exceeding reality and I no longer could distinguish one from the other.

I gripped my pillow with both my arms and called to Ms. Handlesmen for help. My desires were emotions so horrendous I was reduced to sobbing under their influence. My hard-on throbbed, my balls were swollen and ached for relief, but there was nothing I dared do. I took some deep breaths, caught my sobs and forced myself to rouse. I shook the slumber off and struggled up, swinging my legs from the bed. My feet hit the floor and I sat there looking around. I was still in the Bastille, still alone, still in heat.

I’d left another large wet spot on the sheets, under where my waist had rested. The spot had grown larger every day, but by evening it would be dry. I thought sure one day I would awaken in a river of lubrication, drowning because I couldn’t swim. I stretched, with my arms in the air and my legs kicking. I yawned and shook myself in an attempt to chase my stupor. I survived another night and it looked like another beautiful morning, which was sure to equate into another wonderful day. With only two hours before seeing the woman I loved, things were looking brighter. I wondered if Ms. Handlesmen dreamt of me, if she was as eager to see me as I was to see her. I wondered what she had in store for me today.

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My wife and I were on a camping holiday around Provence. One particular campsite was in a very beautiful but rural location. The facilities were extremely basic, no shop, no electric hook-ups and the showers and toilets looked like they belonged in a western movie set. The doors and walls were all made of weathered wooden pallet planks with sizeable gaps in between; not an attractive feature for my wife, who hates spiders.

We arrived late and pitched our tent in near darkness then went to bed immediately. Upon awakening the next morning we were greeted with warm sunshine and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I exited the tent wearing only my underwear and realised we had pitched our tent a lot closed to the neighbours than we thought the previous night.

About 4 metres away, an attractive woman, about 30 years old and with long brown hair, was sitting in a camping chair outside her tent, cradling a mug of coffee and appraising me with a half smile. “Oh, sorry” I blurted. She just widened her smile and said nothing. I returned to the tent to put some shorts on. I crawled back out of the flap at exactly the same time as the woman’s partner exited their tent. He was a large man with long blond hair, tied back in a ponytail. He looked to me a bit like an overweight Viking. “Hello.” He greeted me in a gruff voice. escort bayan topkapı I smiled back. “Hi.”

We had no further interaction with our neighbours that day other than to discover they were Danish. The Viking seemed to spend most of his day lying in a hammock tied between two trees, drinking beer. The following day we hiked up a nearby canyon noted for its unique wildlife.

The hike took most of the day and we returned extremely tired and dusty. Towards the end of the day we passed the Danish couple, also on their way back down from the walk. The woman was wearing short shorts and a T shirt. They were both wearing sandals, not the sturdy hiking shoes we were wearing. The blond man was limping and his shirt was filthy. I inquired whether he was ok. It transpired that he had slipped and fallen as they explored a small cave off the beaten track. The floor of the cave was covered in bat shit and now, so was he. The woman was also covered in dirt, but more dust than anything else. I offered him my shoulder to lean on but he declined.

It was late afternoon when we returned but still sunny and warm.

My wife went to the tent to have a lie down. I drank a lot of water on the walk and badly needed a pee. I walked towards the shower block.

The shower and toilet block escort bayan kadıköy were constructed in row, against a concrete wall. The single sink was separated by a plank wall with from the urinal with no door. The urinal itself consisted of a red clay, half pipe at the bottom of a stainless steel covered, rear wall. The urinal was in turn separated on the right side by a plank wall from two toilets and then a shower. The walls were about 2 metres high and ended about 25 cm from the floor. The toilets had doors. The shower was fitted with a plastic curtain.

The Danish woman was washing her arms at the sink. She had her back to me and was barefoot. Her short shorts showed off her legs and arse very nicely from behind. I walked to the urinal and started to pee. My urine splashed in the half pipe and around the floor. Some obviously also splashed under the wall since the Danish woman suddenly exclaimed, half laughing, “hey thanks for the foot wash.”

I replied jokingly “No problem, any time. Stick them under the wall and I’ll do a better job.” There was an audible intake of breath from the other side. A second later, with a giggle, a dusty tanned foot slowly appeared under the wall. My heart thumped. Holy shit. I pinched my penis at the base between my thumb and forefinger to stop the flow escort bayan fındıkzade and turned left towards the wall. I could see her peering at me through a gap in the planks. Her eyes moved down to my cock.. I aimed at her foot and released a stream of warm urine. She gasped , then quietly “mmmm” as she rotated her ankle in the stream.

“Wait” she hissed, “other foot.” I pinched off again and she retracted her dripping foot under the wall. A moment later the other tanned and dusty foot appeared, ready for ‘washing’. I squirted my stream again, leaving her foot glistening tanned and clean as she continued to watch through the gap. “Stop, there is more”. She withdraw her foot and darted around the wall, her eyes fixed on my slowly engorging cock. She stood beside me and pointed to her dusty calves: “there.” It was getting harder to pee at half mast but I managed. She raised her leg and held it in front of my cock. The pee washed over her right knee and flushed the dust off her shapely leg, leaving it glistening. She quickly switched legs and my pee flowed down her left leg. With disappointment, I realised I had no more. I shook off the last drops in front of her which had the side effect of producing a raging full and throbbing hard on.

She smiled. “mmm thanks. Sorry, gotta go, my husband will be out of the shower in a sec”.

She turned and walked away, exaggeratingly waggling her buttocks. After a few steps, she glanced towards the shower, then dashed back to me. She bent at the waist, put her mouth around my cock and quickly sucked four or five times, then straightened up and scurried away.

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I had just finished teasing my new BootBoy in my white outfit, complete with the shiny white spike heeled boots I was wearing when I met him. I knew he had been dying to worship those boots from the moment he laid his eyes on them, and it must have been torture on him as we dated several times and talked about how much he loved all the sexy thigh high boots I was wearing for him!

All along I had been acknowledging his interest in me but not doing too much about it, although I really did love the way we were dancing around our shared interest in boot-teasing!

But tonight was his lucky night (mine too!), and he had finally been allowed to watch me show off for him in those pretty white boots, and I had already spent a little while beginning to reel him in. He had been made to watch me tease him with them, strutting around the room while I was all dressed up like a hooker, and I had slowly begun to grant him the little favors he so desperately wanted. Slowly was the key word there…s-l-o-w-l-y!

First I made him sit in front of me while I displayed my slutty boots for him, and after denying him for a while (much to my amusement!) I finally let him touch them a little, just on the part of the boot between my knee and ankle.

I also made him follow me around like a good little boot-puppy, and I enjoyed watching him crawl on his hands and knees behind me while I paraded along in front of him and teased him visually with my sexy boots.

Our introductory little teasing session had finished with me encouraging him to reveal his desire to touch and kiss my slutty spike heels…but I did NOT let him do it…not yet! Of course, I did show them to him, offering them to him right in front of his eyes, only to keep them away from him…but I digress!

In any case, now I was in the other room, changing into a pretty pink outfit. It was almost the same as the little white getup I had employed to start the evening’s festivities, but it was a different color and had a couple of nice variations.

I picked out a soft pink angora sweater which was a low-cut button-down crop-style that I prefer wearing for teasing sessions. I love wearing fluffy angora to tease men, it’s so feminine and appealing, I find that it is perfect to disarm them of their aggressive tendencies and make them want to submit to me and my teasing ways…and my favorite sweaters are very revealing, tight little low-cut numbers I can leave mostly unbuttoned to show off my fantastic tits and cleavage…

I slipped into a pair of teeny tiny pink booty shorts this time, much sluttier than the flowy white miniskirt I was wearing before. I stood in front of my mirror and hiked them up so my ass cheeks came spilling out – if you know me and the way I like to dress for my teasing sessions, you know this is a look I like to present to my lucky little prickteasing subjects!

I then went over to my boot-rack and put the white boots back, this time selecting a pair of pink vinyl platform boots with a rounded toe and 6″ spike heels. I pulled my legs into them and zipped them up, standing up and fussing over my hair and makeup a little before calling out for my BootBoy.

“Oh, BootBoy! Come here, baby, and watch Kitty get ready for our next little teasing game!!”

He came walking into my dressing room, and the moment I saw him I said firmly, “Now what are you doing standing up like that! Doesn’t my BootBoy know that he is to remain on his hands and knees at all times tonight, unless I say otherwise?”

He practically fell to the floor, obeying my command without hesitation, and I motioned him over to me as I continued, “Now come here, BootBoy, and sit at my feet while I put the finishing touches on my next little teasey getup for you!”

He came crawling over and sat down on one side of me, looking up at me in the mirror. I ignored him, but I could see him out of the corner of my eyes, staring at me…I adjusted my tits and ass in my revealing outfit and fluffed up my golden blonde hair, and then began applying some pink rouge to my cheeks. “Do şişli escort you like me in this pink outfit?”

“Yes, Kitty! I can’t believe how sexy you look when you get all dressed up like this!!”

“I’m glad. You know I’m doing it to turn you on, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“And is it working?”

“YES!!”

“Good! And what about these boots, honey? Do you like these pretty pink boots I’m wearing for you now, BootBoy?”

“Yes, Mistress, they’re very sexy, I love them!”

“Of course you do, you wouldn’t be my BootBoy if you didn’t! Now I must remind you that I’m going to tease and deny you with each and every pair of my slutty boots tonight, and if you are a good little BootBoy, I will let you have your way with them, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“And each time I put on a new pair of sexy boots to tease you with, I will let you do naughtier and more erotic things to them, but I will also tease and deny you more and more before letting you do what you want. Oh yes, and I intend on making you reveal ALL your perverted boot-desires to me, and the kinkier they are, the more I will make you work for them. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful!!”

“Very good. Now you sit right there like a good boy and watch me paint my lips for you – and then we will get started, right where we left off. You do remember where that was, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me!”

“I…I…told you how much I wanted to kiss your high heels!”

“Mmmmmm, you did, didn’t you? BootBoy is very naughty for wanting that, isn’t he?”

“Yes!”

“And did Mistress let her BootBoy do such a naughty thing to her sexy boots?”

“NO!”

“Awwww, pooooor BootBoy! Now he didn’t think his Mistress was just going to let him do whatever he wanted, did he?”

“Please!”

“You must know by now that you will have to earn every little sexual favor I give you, don’t you?”

“YES!!”

Pleased with his behavior and the way he was responding to me, I stared down at him knowingly and then picked up a stick of pink lip gloss and slowly began to paint my lips with it, pausing for a moment to ask sweetly, “Would BootBoy like to watch me paint my sexy lips up close?”

“YES!”

“What do you say?”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you! I love your lips! They’re so sexy, I love watching you paint them, make them all shiny and juicy looking! Please, PLEASE let me watch!!”

“Very good. Now stand up and come close, and then you may watch!”

He stood up and came close to the mirror, staring at me shamelessly as I slowly and erotically drew the long, thin stick of shiny pink lip gloss round and round my full, pouty lips until they were simply dripping wet. He squirmed around from the stimulation, and I could see the bulge in his pants…

Bu then, suddenly, without thinking, he instinctively reached his hand down and adjusted his erection.

“What do you think you are doing?” I demanded as I turned to face him, moving closer so I was right in his face. My stern tone was aggressive and intimidating, and a look of embarrassment came over his face.

“I…I…I…”

“Did I say you could do that?”

“No, but…but…”

“And you didn’t ask, did you??”

“No, but…I’m sorry, you’re just so…so sexy!”

“BAD BOY!” The look on his face was priceless, ashamed of himself like a small child caught stealing a cookie…

I let my scolding words sink in for a moment before continuing in a softer and more soothing tone, “I know baby, I know you want to touch yourself, don’t you?”

“YES!”

“Well, you can do that later, but only when I say so!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress!”

“You’d better be! Now, don’t let that happen again, until I say!!”

I winked at him, my demeanor suddenly becoming even more sweet and seductive, and his face displayed the kind of aroused confusion I absolutely adore seeing in a man…I was immediately reminded that he was already MINE – to toy with however I wanted…

“All right, I’m ready to tease you some ümraniye bayan escort more now! Back on the floor, BootBoy, and maybe you can convince me to take you back in the other room so I can resume tantalizing you!”

He sat down beside me, staring up at me, and I smiled and simply pointed at my boots. He looked at them and I started in on him, “You like these pretty pink boots, don’t you, BootBoy!” The way I said it, it was not a question!

“Yes!”

“Do you want to be teased with them?”

“YES!”

“What do you say?”

“Please!!”

“Please WHAT?”

“Please tease me some more with your sexy boots, Mistress!”

“Very good. And after I’ve teased you with them, what would you like to do to them?”

“Please let me touch them!”

“Is that all?”

“Please, please let me touch the high heels!”

“Oh yeah, you wanted to do that, didn’t you! Naughty BootBoy wants to worship the high heels, doesn’t he?”

“YES!”

“And…he wants to kiss them too!”

“YES, Kitty YES!! Please, PLEASE let me!”

“What else?”

“I…I…I wanna…”

“You wanna what?? You wanna lick them too, you naughty boy, don’t you!” Again, this was not a question…

“Oh, God! Yes, PLEASE!!”

I was starting to really get off on coaxing him like this, interrogating him about his desires, confronting him about them and forcefully making him reveal them all to me…

I lifted one boot up just a little, leaving the toe on the floor, showing him the sexy spike heel and saying, “Oooooh, yeah, these spike heels are VERY sexy, aren’t they! I can see why you like them so much!” I moved the heel around a little, displaying it for him, and he watched it intently, not taking his eyes off it. I put it back down and repeated the show with the other heel, and he kept watching.

He suddenly reached for his crotch again, but before touching his cock through his pants, I noticed what he was about to do and I reached forward, pushing his hand away roughly.

“What did I say?”

“You said…not to touch it…but…I…I’m sorry, Mistress, I can’t help it”

“You can’t help WHAT???”

“I can’t help…touching myself! The way you tease me…it’s so fantastic, it turns me on!”

“Awwwww!”

“I’m sorry!”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“NO!”

“Poooooor BootBoy! It’s okay, honey, I understand! Now come with me, let’s go into the living room and we can continue our little discussion, okay?”

And then, with a suggestive wink, I spun around on my tiptoes and pranced into the living room again, and he scurried after me, crawling along behind me. I paused a couple times, letting him get close enough to me to touch my slutty pink spike-heeled boots, but he simply stopped and sat right behind me, ogling them but not reaching out to touch them – because he knew better.

“Oooo, BootBoy knows exactly how to behave now, doesn’t he!” I said sweetly, tossing my long hair over one shoulder to look down at him, “He knows he can look but not touch, at least not until I say!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Would BootBoy like to touch these sexy pink boots?”

“YES!”

“And what about these high heels? Do you like them??”

“YES!!”

“Go ahead and touch them!”

He reached out but I simply took one step forward, giggling and easily denying him. Again I reveled in how easy it was to reject him, with me standing and him sitting, it was too simple to just walk away from him, staying just out of his reach…

“What’s wrong, BootBoy? I told you it’s okay to touch them now, so do it!” One of my favorite kinky games, one of erotic mental torment, was just beginning now…

Again I offered them to him, and he crawled toward them and reached out. I noticed again how he couldn’t reach out to touch them while he was crawling, he had to sit up straight, taking the weight off his hands, so he could balance while reaching out. This afforded the perfect opportunity for me to deny him, as the time it took for escort bayan nişantaşı him to position himself allowed me to step forward just a little to remove my boots from his reach.

“Come on, now, you come and get them!” My coaxing was firm and encouraging, but there was also a sternness to it that really played into his deeper submissive desires…

This little game of taunting torment continued for another minute, with me encouraging his advances but denying him at the same time, and I was enjoying it immensely. He kept falling into my little trap, continuing to follow me around like a horny puppy dog, and before long he began to moan and whimper a little each time I denied him.

“What’s wrong, BootBoy?” I said in an accusatory tone, “Why aren’t you touching my sexy boots? I know you like them, I know you want to touch them, so why aren’t you doing it?”

This is exactly the kind of mind game I enjoy playing with a teaseboy, encouraging him to make advances but making it impossible for him to get anywhere, then innocently questioning why he hasn’t come to get what he wants…

“But…but…you keep taking them away from me!”

“Awwww, is Mistress doing that? Is she teasing and denying you, poor little BootBoy???”

“Yes!”

“Now I told you I was going to tease you, and I’m just doing what I said I was going to do!”

“Oh God, please, PLEASE let me have them!”

“NO!” I raised my voice this time, and then continued, “But you will continue to try to get them, won’t you!”

I kept toying with him this way, cruelly busting his balls by offering my slutty boots to him, right before his eyes, demanding that he tend to them, but not letting him. This was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, being in such a position of power and complete control over him…I could feel my pussy getting wet as I continued to tease him, watching his arousal and desperation get hotter and more intense!

Finally I sat down on the couch and he crawled over to me. I pointed at the floor in front of me and he sat down right there, gazing up at me with a look of sheer desire that excited me greatly. I showed him the high heel of one of my boots again, lifting it up above him just like before, saying “There! Is this what you want?”

“YES!”

“Do you think I should give it to you?”

“YES!!”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been a good boy, I’ve let you tease me, I hope you enjoyed it Mistress!”

“Yes, I did, BootBoy! But what if I want to KEEP teasing you?”

“NO!”

“Yes, BootBoy!”

“No, PLEASE NO!!”

I could have kept denying him, but like I said, I was beginning to pity him already, and so I teased him like that just a little while longer, keeping the spiky heel high up above him for just another second or two. But then I slowly brought it back down, offering it to him.

He reached up and began touching it…very slowly and softly. Even though this was the point of the night’s fun and games for him, he was carefully watching me for my approval, allowing me the privilege of deciding every detail of how he would be rewarded for his compliance…

His fingers slipped in between the sexy high heel, and he casually caressed it up and down as his other hand softly rubbed around the toe and the top of my boot covered foot. I held it still and smiled down at him, and he glanced back up at me every few seconds, checking to make sure what he was doing met with my approval.

We didn’t say a word at this point, as both of us were simply fascinated with the erotic nature of this newfound little game, with me offering, allowing his advances just a little, denying him after a while, and then granting him his desires some more. The whole thing was developing quite nicely and I was enjoying every second of it!

Finally I broke the silence. “There now,” I said soothingly, “is that what you wanted?”

“Yes, Miss, thank you!”

“And did you enjoy the little show I put on for you too?”

“Oh, God, YES! That really turned me on, you know exactly how to make me want you, exactly how to get me…”

I knew what he was about to say, and I considered making him say it, but decided to wait. I would confront him about his erection later, and we would have all kinds of fun making him reveal it to me and pay the price for his arousal…

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Chapter 05
Rules are rules

“Richie.” I opened my sleep filled eyes as she shook my shoulder again.

“Mm,” I said, stifling a yawn as I rolled onto my back.

“Go make me a cup of coffee,” she asked lazily.

“Mm,” I agreed, stretching and letting the yawn come this time.

I swung my legs to the edge of the bed as she lay back down. I got up and passed my cock cage on the floor; if she wasn’t going to get up and put it on I certainly wasn’t.

Feeling a bit daring as I set out naked, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I made two cups and took them back upstairs. I’d expected Dafne to be still in bed waiting and was pleasantly surprised to find her sitting at the dressing table wearing a sports bra.

“Do you exercise?” she asked as I walked across.

“Not much,” I replied.

“I think you should. I’m going for a jog. When I get back I’ll see about getting you some running gear so you can join me.”

“Sex keeps me fit,” I replied with a chuckle.

“I’ve no complaints there but you could do with toning up,” she said, as I set her cup down on the table.

“Ah ha,” I acknowledged.

“We’re going to have to work out our personal contract and get it submitted today. When that’s sorted with immigration we’ll be all legal,” she continued.

“Ah ha,” I responded again before taking a sip of my coffee.

“Get me a comfortable pair of panties will you?” she asked, looking up at me in the mirror as she finished fixing her hair.

I nodded, reached over her to put my cup down, then turned to walk over to the drawers. She sat drinking her coffee while I sorted through to find a couple of pairs of white cotton ones.

“This do?” I asked, holding them up.

“You should get used to calling me Mistress. I know it doesn’t matter when we’re alone, but it’s better to keep it up till it becomes automatic. It’s a seriously punishable offence if you don’t.”

“Yes, Mistress, I replied, mockingly bowing my head.

“I’m serious, it’ll be your own fault if I have to stripe your arse.”

“I won’t forget, trust me. I’m used to saying, ‘Yes Boss’,” I assured her.

“You didn’t use it then,” she accused.

“No…,” I admitted before adding, “Mistress.”

“That’s better. Yes, they’ll do, bring them over.”

I walked over, half holding them out to her. As I drew near she raised her feet for me to slip them on. I went down on one knee and guided them over her toes and as I pushed them up to her knees she dropped her feet and stood to let me pull them all the way up.

I savoured the touch and feel of her soft skin and the view I was getting of her partially spread pussy lips and the pale hood of her clit. It was enough to start my cock twitching by the time I drew the waist band up to cover the tantalising sight.

Her hands brushed mine off as she adjusted them, leaving me to stand and step to the side to retrieve my cup. Before my hand could close on it she spoke. “Find me my running shorts; the pale blue ones.”

I gave a silent sigh but complied, turning to revisit the drawers. I vaguely remembered putting them in the second drawer thinking they were costume stuff.

As I sorted through she came over to the wardrobe and selected a sweatshirt. I found the shorts and turned to her as she was putting the sweatshirt on. When she was ready she lifted a foot.

I knelt and let her thread her feet through, giving way to her hands when I pulled them up to her knees. I stood and stepped back, if I were anticipating then it would be sport socks next, or trainers.

She turned back to the wardrobe and stooped. She had her trainers when she straightened, handing them to me as she made her way back to sit on the stool. I followed and went to one knee in front of her as she held her foot up.

While I was putting her shoes on she picked up her cup and finished the coffee. When I was done I stood, she rose up and wrapped her arms around me, standing on tip toe to press her lips on mine.

I responded to the passion of her kiss, my arms enclosing her as she hugged me tight. The thrill of the kiss and her body pressed against mine was enough to set my cock off, rising to press against the silky feel of her shorts.

She broke the kiss and stepped back. “Behave yourself while I’m out,” she said with a grin.

Grabbing up her pad she packed it away in the pouch on the sweatshirt before blowing me an air kiss as she headed for the door. My coffee was lukewarm but I drank it anyway before heading to the bathroom.

I was laying freshly showered on the bed when she returned. I sprang up as the door opened, swinging my legs to the side to face her as she looked across at me.

“I need a shower,” she said, pulling her pad out while strolling across.

I stood and took the pad as she handed it to me. She sat on the side of the bed as I put the pad on the pillow. As I turned back she was gripping the hem of the sweatshirt, she lifted her foot and said, “Shoes.”

I went down on one knee and escort şişli lifted her foot up onto my other to loosen the straps and ease it off while she pulled the sweatshirt off. She removed the training bra and then massaged her breasts as she waited for me to finish taking the other one off.

As I released her foot she stood. I took that to be an invitation to pull the shorts down, my eyes fixed on her crotch as I eased them down her thighs.

She sat and swung her legs up to let me side them off. “Put them all in the wash,” she ordered as she stood.

I nodded as I stood, following her as she crossed to the bathroom. She paused to watch me bundle it down the chute then said “Come, you can wash my back.” She paused again at the shower, letting me step in to turn it on and wet my hair for a second time.

Washing her back turned into washing her arse then playing with her pussy. It didn’t take long massaging her clit till she was demanding I fuck her. When I plopped out she sank down to sit against the tiled wall, grabbing my hand to pull me down next to her.

It was a few minutes till we had the energy to finish washing her, and then another few as we dried off. I admired her figure and wiggling arse as we traipsed through to the bedroom.

“Bring me your cage,” she said casually as she sat on the stool.

I groaned mentally as I turned to pick it up. This was one of the things I wished we could do without, I’d have to get her to get me something more comfortable for casual wear.

She took it from me when I reached her and began fitting it, I stood patiently till she finished.

“There, now you can go and start breakfast. I’ll have a couple of eggs, scrambled,” she said patting me on the hip.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied as she turned back to the mirror.

I picked up our cups then walked over to the door and down to the kitchen where I found Dmitri preparing bowls of cereal for himself and Chloe. I worked around him, getting one of the Pyrex bowls and four eggs to start beating them.

Fortunately this was one of the things I could cook, I used a small knob of butter in the saucepan and added a little milk along with the salt and pepper to the mix. As the butter melted I tipped the bowl in and began stirring over the low heat.

As it thickened I let it simmer and washed the cups up. I gave it another couple of stirs then served it up onto the plates. I wasn’t sure if she would be down soon, so I put them on a tray and walked them back up to the bedroom.

She was standing in front of the full length mirror in the wardrobe. My eyes scanned her up and down. She was wearing a white blouse, the tails tied around her midriff and a dark blue gym skirt with suspenders and stockings.

“Ah, good. Your back,” she greeted me. “Put it on the bed, I’ll be there in a sec.”

I turned away and crossed to the bed, sitting so I could still watch her as she finished positioning her breasts inside the tight blouse. She made a sexy sight as she strolled over and sat the other side of the tray.

I finished my eggs first and waited till she was done. As she put her plate back I started to rise. “Wait, you can do that in a minute, I want you to help me with my wig first.”

She slipped off the bed and over to the dressing table and opened up one of the side drawers, pulling out a card of white hair-grips. I followed her over and stood behind her as she sat.

“You brush my hair up and I’ll pin it,” she instructed, handing me a hairbrush over her shoulder. When we had it all flattened on the crown of her head she reached back into the drawer and pulled out a black wig, it was centre parted and had two long plaits secured with white ribbon bows.

I helped her seat it and held it in place while she used black hairpins to secure it.

“Okay, you can take the dishes down now and bring me up another coffee to the lounge,” she said as she smoothed the wig down.

She looked so different yet still eminently desirable. The black wig somehow added a hardness to her face, yet let her beauty shine through. I stole one last glance at her as I opened the door to take the tray back down.

I put the plates and things into the dishwasher after I started the coffee, and set it running. I didn’t mind doing my share but she was playing the part of a Mistress convincingly this morning and making me do everything.

I left the dishwasher running and took the coffee up, knocking before entering in case Chloe was there. She was, with Dmitri knelt by her feet. I walked over then went to my knees to say. “Your coffee, Mistress.”

“Doesn’t your sub,” Chloe said disparagingly, “know he’s supposed to use a tray?”

“He does now,” Dafne replied defensively.

“You should punish him anyway, he’ll never forget again,” Chloe retorted.

“No,” Dafne answered calmly, as she took the cup, giving a slight rise to her eyebrows as she looked at me.

I kept a straight face as I shuffled around to kneel beside her chair. As she sipped the escort bayan taksim drink I spoke up. “Mistress.”

Dafne didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Mistress, may I speak?” I asked trying again.

“Yes,” she answered sharply

“Mistress, I need to put away the breakfast things.”

“Well go on then, come back when you’ve finished.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said before shuffling around to face the door and making my exit.

I got to my feet and took the stairs two at a time, annoyed at Chloe for darkening Dafne’s mood. How was I supposed to know I had to use a tray, was it usual? I feared little things like that would keep catching me out.

I calmed myself while I put the washing away then climbed back up the stairs. I was hoping Dafne had some plan to get us out, she mentioned shopping and the contract; either would serve as an excuse.

I went to my knees before I opened the door and caught Dafne’s swift glance. I shuffled across to kneel beside her while they continued to watch some celebrity interview on the screen.

After about twenty minutes Chloe clicked the time up on the screen and announced, “We should go down now and get things ready.”

The pair of them stood while Dmitri leant forward onto his hands and knees.

“Richie, I want you to go to the laundry room, you know where it is?” Dafne said

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, sort out ours and put it through, then join Dmitri in the kitchen.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said with an inward sigh.

I followed them down and slipped through the concealed door while Dmitri followed them through into the downstairs lounge. I didn’t mind missing their performance; I didn’t get a kick out of watching someone being humiliated.

I supposed I’d have to get used to being a house husband and bottom of the pecking order for the next three months. Roll on the time for Chloe to leave and we could relax and do as we pleased in our free time.

There were two piles, one I’d term delicates and the other the outer clothes. I put the delicate ones in first and set it to the correct wash cycle then pressed the go button. I made my way to the kitchen mentally giving it twenty minutes before I needed to check on it,

I glanced at the time as I entered then went and sat on a stool to wait. Dmitri came in a few minutes after me and uttered not a single word as he crossed and mounted his stool.

While he meditated I counted the time off till it was time to check the laundry. I don’t know if he heard me when I told him and didn’t really care. There was only one other place I could be.

It was on its last spin cycle and I waited the few minutes for it to stop and then transferred the contents to the tumble dryer. I set that to low and left it running while I put the rest in to wash.

I tested the drying clothes, fishing them out when the felt ready. The sports bra was the last to dry and I folded it on top of the pile. The full cycle was half over and I reckoned that I’d need to come back down in half an hour.

I made my way back to the kitchen and found Dmitri still perched on his stool. Though he didn’t give a sign I was sure he noticed my arrival back but I played his game and ignored him.

The washing was going to finish after the session I calculated as I glanced at the clock, I’d have to tell Dafne as soon as I got a chance. I sat and waited, wondering if I should start preparing for the call for coffee.

I heard voices through the hatch and set the kettle boiling then got a cup ready. The voices also stirred Dmitri. He sat and watched till I’d settled back on my stool then added an extra cup with a teabag.

There was a sudden silence then a raucous laugh from Chloe along with a yelp of shock. I looked over at Dmitri but he kept a bland face. There was a further lengthy silence till I saw the client exiting on the monitor.

Dmitri was already standing when Chloe called his name; he popped the hatch open to answer. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Tea,” she commanded.

As he retreated I popped my head out. “Two cups, and bring them to the bedroom, I’m going to change and shower,” ordered Dafne.

“Mistress,” I acknowledged, ducking back.

Dmitri had poured his cup. When I’d checked the kettle it seemed heavy enough for the two cups, I wondered if it would stretch to three. Fortune favoured me, there was enough just. I set them on a tray to carry up.

She was half undressed when I got there, standing one foot on the bed rolling a stocking down. She turned to me as I flicked the door shut.

“That woman had him lick me all over, I feel all sticky and smelly,” she complained.

“Sorry,” I commiserated as I put the tray down.

“I know.” She replied twisting to sit on the edge.

She held the foot up with the stocking bunched around her ankle while she started on the suspenders holding the other. It was still damp to the touch and I handled it gingerly as I removed it.

I was just as circumspect with the remaining one, dropping kartal escort bayan it on top to make a little pile while she undid the suspender belt and stood up.

“I’ve got to attend to the rest of the washing, it’ll be about ready for transfer to the dryer soon,” I said rising up myself.

“That can wait a minute, at least one of us should drink it while it’s hot,” she replied before turning to the bathroom.

I sat back down and took a sip of the coffee, smiling at the thought of her experience. After a second sip I used her skirt to bundle her stockings in and dumped it all down the laundry chute. I followed it down the long way.

The machine was in the last rinse cycle. I leant against a wall and waited the few minutes it took to stop. I transferred everything into the dryer and set it to medium for twenty minutes.

I picked up the pile of delicates to take back up with me and made my way back to the bedroom. The tray was on the floor and Dafne was lying face down on the bed.

“Do you want to wear any of these or shall I put them away?” I asked as she rolled to look over.

“Bring them, and I see you forgot the Mistress,” she replied.

“I know, don’t worry, I won’t slip up outside,” I replied, spreading the clothes out. “I’ve got the others in the dryer on a twenty minute timer.”

“Okay, you can take the tray down and wait for them to finish while I dress. We’ll be going straight out afterwards.”

“In that case you’d better unlock me first,” I replied. “I’d best use the toilet before we go out.”

She gave a sigh as she pushed herself up. “Come here then,” she said reaching for the dangling key.

I leant over holding her shoulders as she unlocked the flap then loosened the laces. I loosened them further as I made my way to the toilet and unhooked the little strap and tucked it into the belt before sitting down.

I let the strap dangle on the way back, giving the laces a few tugs to tighten them instead. She was sat on the side of the bed wearing one of the bra and panty sets I’d brought up.

I walked across and let her tighten the laces further before relocking the flap down again. I stepped to the side when she finished, stooping to pick up the tray as she stood and walked around me to the dresser.

I left her taking the hair-clips out and took the cups back to give them a rinse out, then down to the laundry room to check and see if any of the clothes were dry.

Fifteen minutes later I had them all dry, folded and ready to put away. As I cheerfully made my way back to Dafne’s I encountered Chloe on the landing. To be safe I dropped to my knees and let her pass.

Dafne was dressed casually, sporting a band’s logo on her t-shirt and wearing a pair of faded jeans. She’d tied her hair back into a short pony tail that made her look younger.

“You can leave them on the bed,” she said, standing.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, making my way over.

She crossed behind me to wait at the door. I laid them down and turned to see her smiling at me. “Come on; let’s find you something to jog in.”

She opened the door as I caught up to her then led the way out to the street. The taxi was a few minutes coming; when we climbed in she dialled up the shopping centre and then sat on my knees facing away.

“Massage my shoulders,” she requested arching her back.

I reached up and started on the nape of her neck, bringing my fingers into play as I slowly worked my way out. ‘Mm…’ she breathed as I felt her relax. As we were stopping she twisted around and gave me a quick kiss before opening the door.

I could see the tourists casting glances at us as we rode the walkway, so much so I got bored looking back and trying to embarrass them. Dafne looked quizzically at my amused expression when she turned to signal we were getting off.

I gave her an enigmatic smile back then moved to the edge to dismount. As the size of shops here go this one was on the small side. Ignoring the racks she led me straight to the counter.

“Can I help you, madam?” the sales assistant asked.

“Yes, I want him kitted out for jogging,” Dafne replied.

“Certainly madam,” he answered. “Will your man be wearing that?”

“No, of course not,” she exclaimed.

“Of course, madam,” he demurred. “And what kind of quality were we thinking of?”

“Something comfortable, but we can skip the silk lining.”

“If you’ll follow me,” he replied, pressing a button on the counter.

As he led us off I noticed his replacement taking his place out of the corner of my eye. We settled on a cotton lined one and a pair of mid-priced trainers. She had lunch next on the list and we climbed up to the balcony and walked the short distance back to the steak house she’d spotted.

“I was going to talk about the contract later but Chloe sprang a session this afternoon on me,” she started, pausing to let the waiter hand us the menus.

“What goes in it?” I asked as he walked away.

“All the things we agree to, there are model ones we can use for ideas.”

“Like what?” I asked, probing.

“That you affirm allegiance to me as your Mistress. Promise to obey me in all things. I promise to accept responsibility for your well being, see that you come to no harm,” she answered.

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