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Our son poses nude with an old girlfriend (MFf, incest, voy)

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“Sorry, Steve, I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head.” Jess said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, he was okay, but he got into some bad stuff and now he looks like hell, tracks on his arms and legs, I don’t think you want to deal with that.” He continued.

“If I think of anyone, I’ll let you know.” Jess hung up the phone.

“What did Steve want?” I asked my husband.

“Oh, he’s looking for a guy to do some skin shots for a magazine that called him. They have some 18 year old model here in town who doesn’t want to go to LA for the shoot, so they’re trying to find a local guy. He was wondering what I thought of that Jordan Gray kid.”

“Didn’t you use him for that underwear shoot you did a year or so ago? He looked pretty good to me. He sure filled out those pouch things nicely.”

“Yeah, he was okay, but he had some dirt biking accident and got really banged up, broke his jaw, knocked out teeth, lots scars and stuff and I guess he got hooked on pain killers too. Last time I saw him he was renting shoes down at the old bowling alley outside of town.”

“Yikes. That sounds too bad.” I said.

“Yeah, but he was kind of an arrogant ass and getting worse every time I worked with him. Maybe this is what he needed.”

“Wow, that’s harsh. Remind me not to get on your bad side.” I shook her head.

“Baby, you could never get on my bad side.” Jess said, as he pulled me close and kissed the top of my boobs. He loved the scoop necked sweater I was wearing and I loved the attention it always gets me.

A thought began forming in my head as she looked out the window.

“So what would this guy be doing with this girl? Is he just a prop?”

“Yeah, kind of. Steve said they want her draped all over some guy, typical slutty chick stuff, not too hardcore, no penetration or anything, maybe a little physical contact, but not triple x or anything.”

“Will this guy get paid? Or is it just for experience?”

“Yeah, the pay $250 a day.”

“Well, what about Gary? He could do it.”

“Gary? Your nephew? Carol would have a fit!” He laughed. “But I like the way you think.”

“Jay?”

“Too skinny, they want the guy to be hung and athletic-looking, I guess this girl is well toned.”

“How about Melvin? He’s athletic-looking, and Simone Riza says he’s hung.”

“I think he’s too dumb and too horny. He’d probably fall in love with her or rape her or something. That boy has a problem. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“I think he’s cute, and it’s kind of flattering to have a young good looking guy like him sniffing around me once in a while.”

“Yeah, sniffing and drooling! That kid gets a hard-on every time he’s over here.”

Just then Mason, our son burst in to the room. He was hot and sweaty from trimming the hedges and his lean muscular tan body rippled like he had just worked out. He was wearing jogging shorts and flip flop sandals, and probably nothing else. His short brown hair was dripping sweat.

“Mom, Christy just called and she wants to know if I can come over for a barbeque later tonight.”

“Well, have you mowed the lawn yet?”

“No, but I will before I go. I was going to wash your car for you, but is it okay if I just do that tomorrow?”

“Yes, then that’s okay. Thanks, honey.”

“Great, thanks mom!” He moved to hug me but I quickly dodged his sweatiness.

“Shoo! Shoo! Now run along…”

He bent at the waist and kissed me on the cheek. Then he left the room.

I turned to Jess again. “Or, there’s always Mason…”

“What?”

“Mason could be Steve’s model for that shoot.”

“Mason? You’d let him pose nude with some naked girl rubbing herself all over him?”

“Well, you used to do it, why shouldn’t he?”

“That was different, Pam. In those days you didn’t even see the guy’s face most of the time.”

“So you’re saying Mason is ugly?”

“No! What I mean is that it’s not as anonymous for the guys now as it used to be.”

“Okay, well, just a thought. He is 18 and he’d probably have fun. And he’d make a few bucks.”

I watched Mason as he pushed the old fashioned manual mower up and down the small front yard. The back yard was much larger, but most of it was taken up by the swimming pool, spa, flower beds and deck, so the lawn area didn’t justify a power mower at all.

Jess was working on one of his underwater cameras, getting ready for a week long assignment in Belize for a SCUBA diving magazine. Our 16 year old daughter Amanda would be going with him to help with the cameras and schlep gear. They were leaving the next morning on the first flight out of Ontario International.

The next day as Mason and I were driving home from dropping Jess and Amanda at the airport, my cell phone rang.

“Pam? This is Steve. I’ve been trying ataşehir escort to reach Jess but he’s not picking up.”

“Hi Steve. No, Jess is on his way to Belize for a shoot. Can I help you?”

“I was talking with him yesterday about finding me a guy to do some model stuff for a skin shoot I’m going to be doing. Did he give you any name to pass on to me?”

“No, we talked about it a little but we couldn’t think of any guys we know who would want to be photographed nude with some naked girl hanging all over them.”

Mason looked at me with a big grin and eagerly pointed to himself. He mouthed “I’ll do it”. I looked at him with an exaggerated expression of incredulity.

“Wait Steve, here’s Mason.” I handed Mason the phone, calling his bluff.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?…Oh yeah?…Maybe…is she hot?…hmmm…sound’s interesting…sure…Okay…I’ll see you then.” He let out a big laugh and closed the phone.

“Mason, are you seriously going to do it?”

“I don’t know mom, what do you think?”

“Well, it’s up to you, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Why not? It’s not like I’m going to fuck her or anything!”

“Mason, please. You know I don’t like that language.

What about Christy? Do you think she’ll be okay with it? What about her parents?”

“First of all, how will they ever know? Second of all, what do they have to say about it? They don’t own me. And besides, if they can’t take a joke…”

“Mason, please.”

“And…Christy’s only 16, so she can’t be in the shoot anyway. I’m just going to go over to Steve’s studio tomorrow to meet the girl and talk about the project. If it works out…it works out…if not, fine too. As long as you and dad don’t have any major objections I don’t think it’s a big deal.

And with dad being a photographer, it’s not like I haven’t seen naked women before. I’ve even seen the pictures he has of you and the ones of Amanda. I think I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, but seeing naked women and having them hanging on you are two different things.”

“Yeah, I know! It might be lots of fun.” He laughed heartily. “Besides, Mr. Happy might like it a lot.”

“Mason!” I was wondering if I had awaken a sleeping monster by calling Mason’s bluff.

The next day he went over to Steve’s studio. He was gone for a couple of hours and then came back late in the afternoon.

“So, stud, what did you learn?” I tried to act cool.

“Well, mom, you better sit down for this one.” His grin was from ear to ear.

“Great, fill me in.” I said, with more than a little apprehension.

He could hardly keep from grinning as he began to talk. “Remember Lisa MacCool?”

“Yes! Is it her?”

“Yes! Wasn’t she a cheerleader the year I played on the Jaguars?”

“You know she was. We took her to a couple of games when she needed a ride. She was already kind of a slut then. Didn’t you make out with her at the awards banquet that year?”

“Oh yeah…I almost forgot.” He lied, grinning.

“Wait! She’s not old enough to pose, is she? I think she’s younger than you are.”

“She will be next year. But she could even now ‘cus her parents signed the release!”

“I guess, that’s true. So she has their permission?”

“Yes! Her mom was at the meeting at Steve’s this morning! I saw Mrs. MacCool sign it live and in person. Mom, she is soooo fucking hot now!”

“Mason?”

“Sorry, but she is sooo hot! She has nice fake boobs, great legs, great dimples, nice ass, flat belly, perfect teeth…what a smile…she told me that her sister, Laticia had posed for one of the really big magazines a few years ago…I think I saw her pictures…so she thought she should do it when she got old enough. Then this other magazine contacted her and asked if she would be interested…when she told them she wasn’t quite old enough, they said she could pose and they could use the pictures if her parents signed the release. Her dad was all for it so he signed as soon as the release arrived in the mail. He had Steve take a few test shots and send them to the magazine as samples. Now they want a full spread, so to speak. I’m gonna get $300 for one day’s work and 5% of whatever the magazine finally pays. I guess they’ll pay Lisa like $1,000 plus $100 per picture they actually publish. The average spread uses 12 pictures, but they want Steve to submit no fewer than 50 for them to choose from. They said they have several magazines and the pictures could appear in any or all of them.”

“Wow.” It was all I could say. I knew Mason had really had a big crush on Lisa back in the day. But when he went to a private high school to play football, she stayed in the public school system and they had lost touch.

“Mom, you won’t believe this part…Lisa actually suggested that Steve call dad for a model referral hoping it would end up being me!”

“Wow.” I felt kadıköy escort bayan sorry for Christy though.

“I have to be at Steve’s studio first thing day after tomorrow morning. One weird thing though, they want me to shave my pits and my balls and dick.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Well, you’d better do that today so you won’t have any nicks or razor burns.” I didn’t know what else to say. I thought to herself that he was lucky not to have a really hairy body.

An hour later Mason was standing in the kitchen as I prepared an early lunch. He had gotten up very early in order to work out at the gym before going to Steve’s, and I had done some ironing before the heat of the day, so we were both hungry even though it was just 11:00 a.m.

“Well, that was interesting.” He said. I didn’t know if she really wanted to know what was interesting.

“I didn’t cut myself but it feels weird. After lunch I think I’m going to go to the tanning salon and do a little fake bake on both sides. Just so I don’t look so pasty down there.”

“Ah, yeah, well, just don’t overdo it and get burned. Maybe you should use some of that spray on tan stuff instead.”

I noticed him scratching himself a couple of times. “Mom? Would you mind if I just tanned out on the back deck instead of going to the salon?”

I felt my pussy twinge as I thought of his naked body on full display just a few feet from my kitchen window. “No, that would be okay. I promise not to look.”

“Duh…okay. Mom! I’m going to be in some magazine with Lisa, don’t you think you’ll eventually see anyway?”

“Well, probably, but seeing in a magazine and seeing in person are two different things.” My pussy seemed hot and damp. Was I getting turned on by the thought of seeing Mason nude? We ate lunch quietly.

I was stunned when Mason stood up and dropped his shorts, then whipped off his shirt. There he stood in living color in my kitchen as naked as the day he was born. It may have been 10 years since the last time I saw him like that. I think he did it with the purpose of shocking me.

“Mason!”

“What mom? Aren’t you always telling me that I don’t have anything you haven’t seen a million times?”

He did have me there. I tried not to stare at the sweet looking log of meat hanging between his legs. He smiled as he picked up a towel and some magazines and headed out to the deck. He seemed to be stiffening up as he strode past me. I noticed that his butt looked great. As much as I tried, it was impossible not to keep stealing glances. Because of the sun angle, he had to set up right outside the sliding door from the kitchen. As I cleaned up the lunch dishes it seemed that I was constantly confronted by the sight of my nude son laying there on the deck.

It was a very nice warm day, so I brewed some tea and iced it. Completely forgetting his state of undress, I went to the door with a glass in my hand and opened it.

“Do you want some iced tea, honey?” My eyes inadvertently drifted to his form and I suddenly realized that not only was he nude, lounging on his back, but he was also sporting a full on erection. He was holding a men’s magazine to one side as he looked at me.

“Sure mom. Thanks. It’s really nice out here, why don’t you come out and enjoy the sun for a little while yourself. You could use a little color too.”

Again I felt my pussy stir and the insides of my thighs tingled. I handed him the glass silently and looked away at the nice early afternoon. “Maybe I will.” I hoped he didn’t notice that my hand was shaking. I went back in to the house and poured myself a glass of iced tea, wondering if I dared join him on the deck.

“What the heck!” I thought. “He said he’s seen the nude pictures Jess has of me.”

I went to the closet and got a big towel and headed for the deck. As I got into the kitchen, I looked out and saw that Mason was still laying there looking at the magazine. His cock looked huge as it stood proudly out from his hairless crotch area. Before I could lose my nerve, I quickly shucked my clothes, grabbed my drink and stepped out to the deck. Mason looked up and whistled softly.

“Alright mom!” He quickly got up and pulled a lounge over near his, but facing the other way. I noticed that his erection hadn’t flagged at all. “You look great!”

I smiled weakly as I waited for him to move away from the lounger. “Just keep your eyes to yourself, and I’ll do the same.” I said, nervously.

“Mom, you told me that we used to take baths and showers together when I was little, so like you always tell me, ‘you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen lots of times before.”

When I sat down I was facing his erect cock, just inches away, and trying to figure out how I was going to bring my legs up without spreading them and giving him a full view of my open vagina. I quickly accomplished that as he turned escort maltepe back to his own lounger. I realized that the magazine he was looking at was a very old one in which nude pictures of me, taken by one of Jess’s friends, appeared in the amateur models section. I wondered if he had come to that section yet. He resumed his position on the lounger and went back to the magazine.

“I’m reading a story about some porn guy from the old days.” He said. “They’re saying he had sex with over 500 women! I think I have a new idol.”

“That’s nice dear.” What else could I say? It seemed odd laying there naked with my 18 year old son talking about porn guys. I didn’t have anything to read so I was laying back with my eyes closed. It felt good to have the warm sun shining on my bare skin. I dozed off.

After a few minutes I opened my eyes when I heard Mason stirring. I saw him putting some very low SPF value sunscreen on his crotch area. His erection was still pretty full and he stroked it as he spread the lotion on to the shaft and the sack. Again, I felt my pussy twinge and my nipples stiffened. I closed my eyes again. I couldn’t get the image of his big dick out of my head.

“You want some of this mom?”

When I opened my eyes this time, his arm was extended offering the bottle to me.

“Thanks, honey. I’ve got to be careful too.” I took the bottle and then carefully applied the lotion to my rarely exposed skin. It smelled a little like coconut.

As I reached for the bottle, I noticed that the magazine was spread on the deck between us. It was open to the pages featuring my pictures. I wondered if he knew he was looking at me in those poses. The hairstyle was a little dated but otherwise, the pictures could have been taken of some girl very recently. I hoped Mason would skim through those pages quickly and focus on some other area soon.

I closed my eyes again and tried to relax. A few seconds later I heard Mason make a low moan. I opened my eyes to see him holding the magazine in a way that allowed him to look at the pictures and then, by shifting his eyes, look at me. I knew he recognized me in the magazine. I felt my nipples harden and I subconsciously arched my back a little.

“Very nice mom…you still look hot.”

“Okay…thank you Mason.”

“I like it better this way…in case you want to know.”

“What?”

“The way you trim your twat bush…I like it better the way you have it now, rather than the way it was in that little heart shape in the pictures.”

“Okay…I’m glad you like it dear…Please do not use that word though. Call it a pussy or a muff or…”

“No, mom, I really, really like it a lot.”

“Alright you nasty boy, that’s enough. I get the message.”

“Yeah, it makes my tongue hard just looking at it…”

“Okay, then you should stop looking at it, I guess.”

I noticed that his cock was fully erect and a little pearl of fluid was just beginning to emerge from the slit of the head.

I smiled and intentionally allowed my legs to spread slightly. “It looks like more than your tongue is getting hard.”

“You mean old Pete? Oh yeah, he’s been getting hard for a while now…”

“I suppose Lisa will be happy about that…”

“What about you mom?”

“What?”

“Are you happy old Pete is getting hard from just being here with you?”

“Mason…yes, I guess I am…it’s nice to know I still look good…”

“And sexy, mom.”

Suddenly there seemed to be a lot of tension in the air. Was my son trying to seduce me?

“Lisa and her mom both liked my cock…her mom actually licked her lips when she saw it.”

“Ah…that’s nice, dear.”

“Do you like it? Does it look good to you?”

“Ah…well…it looks fine to me, dear.” I couldn’t believe he was being so bold.

“Mr. Pete wants to know if your pussy likes the way he looks.”

“Well, I’m sure she does…” What the hell was going on? My pussy was almost dripping with lust for my son.

“Would she like to know how he feels too?”

Suddenly Mason was positioning himself between my legs and pushing my thighs apart. Without hesitation, he lowered himself so his massive cock was resting on my slit. Then he began sliding the length along my wantonly eager lips. I could feel an electric jolt every time his balls bumped the bud of my clit. My hips responded without any encouragement from me.

“Oh Mason baby…”

He slid down and suddenly the head of his organ was pushing into my pussy. Again, there was no hesitation from either of us. His cock slid easily into my eager cunt and the head bumped against my cervix with each thrust. The huge veined sausage pounded with youthful exuberance into my eager and willing incest hole.

He was young and inexperienced, so he didn’t last long. In a flash he began snorting and his face was beet red. With one final thrust he sent barrel after barrel of his love into my body. Then we were still for a few minutes, just catching our breath.

“I’m sorry mom…”

“Nothing to be sorry about baby…you were excited and yet you were fabulous. You’ll do better next time.”

To be continued

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Sarah was in turmoil. Last night her world had been turned upside down. She had been trying to make sure her father didn’t find out about the incestuous behavior of his slutty wife, Arlene, and instead Sarah has ended up committing incest with her own father! Well, she and her father didn’t actually have sex, Sarah rationalized, but her dad has licked her pussy to a mind blowing orgasm and Sarah has sucked his cock, getting her first ever mouthful of hot sperm. But the worst was that Arlene, Sarah’s step-mother, had seen it all! What was she going to do? Would Arlene tell Dan, Sarah’s father, what had happened? He’d probably be crushed and outraged.

Sarah’s instinct was to be even more cold toward Arlene, but then she wondered whether she should try to be extra friendly instead…

All through this, Sarah was tormented by the fact that she kept daydreaming about how exciting it had felt to have a penis inside her, what her dad’s big cock would be like in her tight virgin pussy. She’d woken up this morning with three fingers lodged in her dripping pussy, her nipples stiff and the memory of a wet dream in which her father AND her uncle had been simultaneously fucking her! Where was this going to end…

Arlene on the other hand was loving the whole situation. She understood that, like typical step-daughters, Sarah resented Arlene moving into Dan’s bed and had a dim view of Arlene’s strong sexual drive. But what a turn around! Arlene had been floored to see Sarah squirming her pussy onto Dan’s face while slurping enthusiastically on his cock, but Arlene had quickly guessed what had happened — with Dan being so drunk and the similarities in Sara and Arlene’s build he’d never have guessed he was getting blown by his only child.

A little earlier that evening Arlene had visited her brother Steve. She had never thought of Steve sexually before catching him whack off spectacularly on her panties a week before, but since then she’d already let him watch her get fucked and had coaxed him to come on her tits and mouth. It seemed like every new encounter only added to her desire for more (and more risky) encounters.

She walked into Steve’s room without a word, his surprise quickly turning into delight as she tiptoed toward his bed. Arlene noticed with glee that a prominent bulge was rapidly appearing at the sheet around his groin.

Arlene tried to think about why she wanted this — she had a great sex life with Dan, easily sating her needs, so why did she want to take a chance of being caught (and losing her marriage) by stealing into Steve’s room? The excitement and novelty of the whole thing was surely a turn-on, but she figured it was the fact that Steve had so plainly been obsessed with her — stealing her panties (twice!) to masturbate with and enthusiastically coming over her body. Also, she rationalized, Steve had lost his wife and Arlene figured he was not getting much sex these days. Having settled her conscience this roundabout way, Arlene lost no time in moving in on Steve. Still without speaking, she lifted the sheets off Steve’s body, hurriedly reached into his boxers and started slurping on his cock while it was still swelling. She’d never felt so horny and putting her hand between her legs she wasn’t surprised to find her pussy already dripping. Steve was by now fully erect and panting.

“I want you to fuck me and come in my pussy. Will you do that Steve? Will you spray your load deep in your little sister’s cunt? I think you want to, don’t you Steve?”

Even though his cock was encouraging him to get with the program, Steve started to realize Arlene had complete control of their encounters, and he figured that was getting to become a problem. Time to stir things up a little…

“I don’t know Arlene,” Steve said. “I guess…I think…it just isn’t right, you know?”

Arlene sat up in surprise, Steve’s cock falling from her mouth with a pop. “What?” she said “How can you say that? You didn’t seem so moralistic when you were squirting jizz all over my tits the other day?”

“That was unexpected and you were such a turn-on — I wasn’t thinking! Besides, this is different. You want me to fuck you! That’d be incest!” Steve said. Belying his words, Steve’s cock twitched furiously, making it clear at least one part of his body was in complete favor of the idea.

“So I should just go?” Arlene said, looking disappointed. Her hands, which had been lying on Steve’s thighs started moving over her body. “But I’m so fucking horny,” she said one hand pinching her nipples, the other sliding back and forth between her legs. “I need to cum, Steve, and I need you to help. Dan’s no use — he’s on the couch drunk and asleep”. (Although, in reality at that time Dan was munching on Sara’s young quim, thinking it was Arlene’s)

But Steve didn’t want to totally discourage pendik escort Arlene.

“OK,” he said, seeming to reconsider. “I’ll help you get off, but this has really got to be the last time.” It was a gamble: He thought he knew Arlene well enough that this would only make her want him more.

Without another word, Steve lifted Arlene and tossed her onto the bed. He roughly pulled her legs apart and ducked his head to her dripping pussy. Arlene quickly pulled her fingers out of her snatch, and was rewarded by Steve’s long tongue worming its way into her cunt. Steve couldn’t disguise the pleasure tasting her juices gave him, and his cock was again at full mast, but Arlene didn’t notice, her eye’s tight shut and her breathing fast while she tore at her stiff nipples with one hand, running her other hand through her hair as she bucked on the bed.

After only a few minutes, Arlene’s stomach tightened and she brought her thighs together, trapping Steve’s head in place. “That’s it… faster… my clit, like that….now put..again….Oh God I’m going to cum!” She said. A blush settled over her face and chest and she held her breath — then her whole body tensed as she rode Steve’s mouth in an explosive orgasm.

Panting, Arlene reached down to Steve’s face caressing it as he licked juices from around her puffy snatch.

“Hmm, you taste really good,” he said. “You should try it.” Without further warning, Steve rose up and gave her a French kiss, smearing her own juices on Arlene’s lips and tongue.

Arlene had tasted her pussy before, but was excited to have it delivered on a man’s mouth. Dan, her husband didn’t normally give her head, so the whole thing was a thrill. She wanted to pay Steve back.

“I’d like to return the favor,” she said, reaching down for his cock and moving her head toward it.

“No, Arlene, I don’t know…” Steve said.

Arlene pushed toward him, her mouth inches from its prize, straining to get his cockhead beyond her lips. She felt sure if she could get him in her mouth he’d quickly comply. Steve knew the same thing, and kept her at bay.

“I’ll jack off, like the other day, but I want you to take it all on your face: Don’t swallow it, now. OK?”

Arlene would go with pretty much any plan that involved his sperm hitting her body, so she nodded (still trying to wrap her lips around his shaft).

She kept her face inches from his cock as Steve rapidly whacked off, holding her head. She kept up a gentle pressure on his hand, trying to shorten the distance.

“I want that load of cum on my face Steve,” Arlene whispered urgently. “Are you ready to come yet? Wanna give me a facial big brother? My God you are soooo big. I bet your balls are just full of jizz and your going to paint it over your pretty sister’s face, right?”

Steve couldn’t hold on for longer but kept quiet as he reached the point of no return. His first blast of sperm caught Arlene off guard, making her stop talking and jerk back reflexively, as it landed just below her right eye. The next few shots coated Arlene’s forehead, cheeks and messed up her hair. As his pulses started to lessen, and as his cum began to smear down Arlene’s face, she licked it into her mouth when she thought Steve wasn’t looking.

“Did I do OK big brother?” Arlene asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

Steve understood what kind of game she was playing and had to hold back from wanting to start fucking her then and there. “That was amazing Arlene. But you know we really can’t do this again. What if Dan or Sarah found out?”

“We can be careful,” she said. “No one will know. Don’t you want to put your cock inside me Steve?” She asked again.

Steve thought fast. “But it would be incest if I put my cock in your pussy…”

He held his breath.

“How about my ass?” Arlene asked. “Would that be OK?” As soon as she said it Arlene had second thoughts. What was she saying! She’d only ever had anal sex once, when she was 19, and it had not been a great experience. And now she thought about it, Jack, her boyfriend at the time, was considerably smaller than Steve — how would she get that thick cock up her butt?

Steve saw her hesitation and decided this was a good way to even out the power. “Hmmm, that’s a great idea Arlene. How about Saturday night — do you think you can get Dan out of the house again?”

Arlene was suddenly indecisive. “I’ll let you know in the morning,” she said.

Steve decided to leave it at that and smiled, giving her a brotherly kiss on the cheek (and unintentionally getting a taste of his own sperm mixed with Arlene’s sweat). “I’ll look forward to it,” he said.

Arlene had been nervous about getting her ass fucked from the moment that she proposed it, but the shock of catching Sarah sucking her dad off took it totally maltepe escort out of her mind. Still, now it was Friday evening, and Arlene was thinking about the next day with a mixture of great excitement and nervousness.

But then she started to have an idea…

“Sarah,” Arelene said. “We should have that talk now.” The boys were watching a basketball game, leaving Arlene and Sarah loading the dishwasher.

Sarah hung her head down, then raised her face to Arlene defiantly. “It wasn’t what you think!” She said. “It was a mistake, a misunderstanding!”

“No doubt,” Arlene said, kindly enough. “Still you did suck off my husband’s — your father’s — cock and let him spray into your mouth, while he was licking your pussy, right?

Sarah’s head went back down. “Right,” she said quietly, wringing her hands.

“Come up to the bedroom with me, so we won’t be disturbed,” said Arlene as the boys cheered a 3-pointer.

“How did it feel?” Arlene asked. Sarah checked to see if she was being teased. “I mean how did having your pussy licked feel? I was surprised when I saw that because Dan doesn’t lick my cunt very often”

Sarah cringed at the crude words, but tried to respond calmly.

“Well, er…well I guess it was nice. It made me feel good, then really really good and then there was like a flash of white and I think I nearly passed out.” Sarah said.

“You had an orgasm girl!” Arlene said, grabbing Sarah’s waist, inches below her breasts which (to Sarah’s discomfort) starting to swell and harden under Arlene’s touch.

“I figured it was,” Sarah said. “But I didn’t know how crazy it’d make me. It made me want to work even harder on his penis…um, his cock, and then it was squirting in my mouth before I could really do anything about it.”

“That part always feels good.” Arlene said wistfully. “Anyway, Sarah, I suppose we’ll have to tell Dan what happened and see what he thinks should be done.”

“What! No!” Sarah said. “You can’t tell him — he’ll be furious, thinking I played a trick on him, or something. And he’ll never forgive himself or me for what happened. Arlene we can’t do that! Please I’ll do anything, please don’t tell him!”

There it was. “I’ll do anything”. Arlene smiled inside.

“Besides,” Sarah continued, slowly, thinking more clearly. “I happened to see you and Steve the other afternoon in your bedroom. Looked to me like you two are closer than siblings…ah….normally are. It ended up with you getting a lot of his…um…ejaculate on your body. And I know you went to see him again last night. Perhaps my dad would be interested in knowing all that too?”

Arlene’s eye’s narrowed. The little bitch was trying to fight back! Hmm, she hadn’t expected that. She rather admired how spunky (so to speak) Sarah had become. Still it wasn’t going to change anything.

“You’re right,” Arlene said, sighing sadly. “That’s going to make it even harder on Dan — he’ll be losing both of us.”

Sarah realized her bluff had been called: Was she prepared to go through the shouting and tears and accusations. And what would be the result — maybe Dan would divorce Arlene, but Sarah would be losing so much more — her father’s respect and love. She hung her head down again.

“It doesn’t need to be that way Sarah,” Arlene said, kindly. “I agree your first sexual experience wasn’t what you intended, but it can be truly beautiful. And you and I don’t need to be fighting about all this: Perhaps you’re right, maybe we shouldn’t mention any of this to Dan,” she continued, caressing Sarah’s arm. “Maybe this will, in some crazy way, make us closer.”

Sarah had had such a traumatic last 24 hours, she was very receptive to Arlene’s soothing voice. Sarah had hardly slept the previous night, waking from her sex-laden dreams, worrying about what Arlene would do. So, as Arlene continued to gently stroke Sarah’s arm, then caressed her face, Sarah relaxed and leaned into Arlene’s embrace. “Yeah, closer, that’d be nice…” Sarah said. The room was warm, Arlene was now stroking her hair, and Sarah felt she could close her eyes a moment.

Sarah woke a few minutes later, emerging from another dream. She was mumbling as she came back to reality. “Hmm, that feels good Daddy, keep licking my vagina, I mean my pussy like that.” It was a fantastically realistic dream. Too realistic she realized with a shock. Arlene’s head was tucked between her legs, Sarah’s skirt down at her ankles, her panties pulled to one side and Arlene was kissing and licking Sarah’s snatch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

‘What’re you doing!” Sarah exclaimed. “You need to stop that!” Still, Sarah made no serious attempt to move, except to squirm a little which only increased the delightful pressure of Arlene’s tongue and lips on Sarah’s kartal escort puffed up labia.

After a few more minutes, Sarah’s breath was becoming raggedy and she was bucking around on the bed.

“Still want me to stop?” Arlene asked. Sarah replied by pulling Arlene’s head back down to her desperate pussy, rocking her hips back and forth to maximize the friction. “Oh my,” said Sarah. “Oh my goodness!”

As waves of pleasure swept over her, Sarah’s head spun. Again she saw flashing lights.

After she recovered a little, Sarah realized Arlene was sitting next to her recumbent body, smiling down on her. “Sarah, your sexual education just took another step!” Sarah didn’t really need reminding about the fact that her first two partners had turned out to be her father and mother-in-law! Though she realized she never really thought of Arlene as her mother, since they were pretty close in age.

“Now, let’s see if you can give as good as you get.” Arlene said. As Sarah looked up in alarm, Arlene swung her hips over Sarah’s head. With a gasp she saw Arlene’s naked pussy lowering toward her mouth. Sarah lifted up her hands in protest, but ended up simply grabbing Arlene’s ass.

“Don’t be afraid Sarah,” Arlene said. “I think you’re going to like this.”

Sarah had little time to react, as Arlene’s fragrant shaved pussy was already laying on her mouth. The electricity of the contact and the memory of her own recent joy made Sarah’s tongue launch into Arlene’s snatch as if it had a will of its own. As Arlene slid her pussy around Sarah’s face, making lewd groans as she did, Sarah really got into the action.

“Hey, switch around now,” Arlene said. “And I want to see more of you.” The room had gotten quite dark by now and Arlene rose to turn on the lights. Arlene lay down again on her back, her legs over the edge of the bed, her knees raised. Sarah removed her remaining clothes and knelt down between Arlene’s legs.

“Hmm, I like that,” Arlene said, as Sarah resumed liking her out. “Rub my tits too will ya?”

Sarah did as requested, one hand reaching up to tease and tug at Arlene’s enormous breasts, while Sarah’s other hand dipped into her own soaking snatch.

Soon Arlene was writhing on the bed, Sarah hanging on as best she could while licking, sucking and nipping at Arlene’s prominent clit.

“That’s it Sarah, keep your lips right there…Yes, YESSSS!”

Sarah felt the tightening of Arlene’s pussy muscles and was rewarded with a squirt of juice and her own saliva coming out of Arlene’s pulsing pussy.

“Whew, that was intense!” Arlene said, giggling. She reached up and held Sarah’s head in her hands. “You did a great job Sarah, I think you’re a natural!”

Sarah didn’t know what to say. She should be feeling guilt at all this. But here she was naked, covered in another woman’s pussy juice and still with two fingers lodged up her own pussy — and she was beaming and proud.

“I think it’s time to continue to refine your experience within the family,” Arlene continued.

The smile instantly fell from Sarah’s face. “What do you mean?”

“I think it’s time we let Steve have some time with you,” Arlene continued. “I heard you talking about fucking his cock in your sleep this morning”

Sarah blushed intensely. If Arlene had heard, who else might have? Still she knew she had to stop this immediately.

“There’s no way I’m doing anything else…er…sexual with you or with Steve!” she insisted.

“Hmm, then I suppose I’ll have to distribute the movie.”

“What movie?’ Sarah said with a cold chill.

“The one we just made, girl” Arlene said, pointing to a little digital camera which Sarah only now noticed on the dresser. “With a little editing to get my face out of the picture, it’ll just be you going down enthusiastically on another girls snatch. Quite the YouTube sensation that could be — probably make you a really celebrity at your new college! The opening scene will be a little dark, but I might still try to use them, especially that part where you said “Daddy kiss my pussy” or something.”

Sarah was totally screwed. She sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Arlene reached up a hand to her shoulder. “Don’t fight me Sarah. You’ll lose if you try and you’ll have a great deal of fun if you do what I want. It was fun tonight, right?”

Sarah was again totally dizzy with conflicting thoughts. On the other hand, she had to admit that the evening had been awesome.

“But wait,” she said slowly. “I can’t simply have sex with Steve — I don’t have any birth control and anyway I don’t want my first time having sex…there…to be with my uncle! Anyway, what makes you think Steve’s going to want to make love to me?”

“Don’t worry about all that,” Arlene said airily. “He’ll make love to you because he’s going to think you are me, and where he’s going to stick his cock you don’t need to worry about becoming pregnant.” Sarah reacted with a jolt as Arlene smiled, licked a finger and reached down to rub Sarah’s tight asshole.

To be continued…

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“That looks like a nice spot to take a break.”

I looked across the small stream to where Jen was pointing. There was a copse of aspen, the leaves already yellow. The warm September sunlight appeared golden as it filtered through the aspen leaves. Nothing beats Colorado’s mountains in the autumn when the aspen turn with the season and the sky is so blue it defies words.

“Yeah, nice spot. We can step across the stream right over there.”

“You can step across, your legs are longer. I’ll have to jump. You can cross first and help me so I don’t fall into the water.”

“Yes, you don’t want to get your boots wet. We still have a ways to go to get back to the car.”

I stepped across the stream, and held out my hand for Jen to take to steady herself as she crossed. She half stepped, half jumped, and landed a little unsteadily on the other side. I reached out and got my other hand around her waist to help her. She settled against my chest, her tits pressed against me. She looked up at me.

“Thanks. I didn’t want to get my feet wet”

She kissed me. It was no accident that her tits pressed tightly against me.

“Although I might be interested in getting other things wet.”

I’d guessed that she had something other than a rest in mind when she suggested crossing the stream to this spot. It was a pretty spot, and secluded from the hiking trail.

I kissed her back. Jen was as close to sexually insatiable as any woman I had ever dated. That was more than great to me. She was also the absolute best fuck I had ever had.

We moved under the trees. I slipped off my backpack, pleased I had thought to pack a light camp blanket to spread out. I had anticipated that we might need something on the ground for our “hike”. Grasses covered the area under the aspens, still the blanket would keep either of us from touching anything itchy.

We sat down together. I leaned toward Jen and kissed her again.

“I want to get my boots off,” she said.

As she did, I pulled my boots off too. I looked over at her, and pulled her against me, kissing her. I still had my shorts and shirt on, but I was hard, anticipating her desperately.

I started feeling Jen’s tits. Her breasts were firm and beautifully shaped. I knew she didn’t think her breasts were big enough. I thought they were. I thought that whatever she lacked in size mattered little given their perfect shape.

After a few seconds, Jen stopped long enough to pull her tee shirt over off. No bra as usual. I cupped one breast with my hand, lowered my head to kiss and lick her nipple. Jen softly caught her breath. With my mouth and tongue still on her breast, I moved my free hand onto her thigh. I moved my fingers up her thigh, grateful once again that she was wearing hiking shorts. It made getting my fingers on her pussy much easier than if she had worn pants.

I slipped my fingers inside her shorts. I gently rubbed her through the panties, enjoying how turned on she was. Immediately I felt her moist heat through her panties.

Jen shifted a little, squirmed really, spreading her legs, pushing her crotch against my hand. She really wanted it, and I might be taking too long. I didn’t care about that, I wanted to enjoy her body. I knew that taking a little time would only get her more turned on.

I slipped my fingers inside her panties, feeling her silky labia, already slick bursa escort and wet. Jen moaned softly again. My fingers slid between her lips, finding the opening of her cunt. I gently fingered her, in and out, up to her clit, back to her hole.

Jen suddenly pulled back and quickly striped her shorts and panties off. I saw them land somewhere in the grass. Jen shifted, leaning back on her elbows, spreading her legs, her pussy facing me, the scant triangle of dark hair adding to my excitement, her pink inner lips swollen, protruding with an unmistakable invitation for pleasure.

I shifted my upper body between her legs. I opened her lips with my fingers, lowering my face to her pussy, sticking my tongue into her opening, then licking up to her clit. I circled her clit with my tongue, flicking it rapidly over the top of that firm little nubbin. I slipped two fingers into her cunt as I licked and sucked her clit. “I’m going to cum!”

Her fingers were tangled in my hair, pushing my face against her while I licked and fingered her. Immediately Jen moaned, thrusting her body against my mouth and hand.

“Oh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!”

I kept eating her. I felt waves of cunt juice surging over my tongue as she climaxed. I don’t know if Jen even knew that happened when she had a super intense orgasm. I knew, and I thoroughly enjoyed lapping up those waves of hot juice.

I ate her as she squirmed in pleasure. I felt her tense. She was going to cum again. Focusing my tongue on her clit, I pushed two fingers deeper inside her, feeling for her G-spot. Hard and bumpy, I fingered her spot, sucking her clit while I did. Almost immediately, Jen came again, even more intensely than the first time. She moaned, writhing so much that I momentarily thought she might buck me off.

Now it was time for me to fuck her. She was the tightest cunt I ever had. And she fucked like a porn star. I had been with some wild and enthusiastic women before, still, Jen topped the list. She was the best fuck I had ever had.

As soon as she began to calm a little, I moved on top of her, squeezing a tit with one hand, as I guided my cock to her opening with my other hand. I pushed the head of my cock into her. Just that first inch, then held it there.

Jen opened her eyes when I didn’t immediately penetrate her. She hesitated for a second, then grinned.

“Are you going to fuck me with that thing or just leave it hanging out?”

I answered her by thrusting my cock as deep inside her as I could. I swear that I only stopped because I hit her cervix. Immediately I pulled it back, then plunged inside her again. I rode her deep and fast, just like she liked it.

Jen closed her eyes, her head went back and her mouth opened in a silent moan. I fucked her for another minute before she started to cum again, even more explosively than before. She moaned softly as she came. Jen was seldom noisy. She just wildly thrust her hips against me, thrashed and twisted in ecstasy. I didn’t mind a bit how volatilely she came, everything about sex with her was exceptional.

She slowed a little, maybe to catch her breath. I kept riding her with a steady, deep rhythm. I knew how she liked it. A minute or so to catch her breath, then she’d be ready to climax again. I think her best with me was a dozen or so orgasms before I came myself. I was okay with trying to break bursa escort bayan that record any time.

“There’s something poking me,” she said.

I hadn’t stopped or slowed. I didn’t want to stop. Her cunt was simply far too enjoyable to finish quickly.

“I’m poking you!”

She laughed a little.

“No, there’s a stick or something underneath the blanket. It’s a little distracting. I don’t want to be distracted.”

I rolled off of her.

“We could do it doggie style,” she suggested.

I was always in favor of doing Jen any way I could, and right then, I just wanted my cock inside her. Jen got on her hands and knees. I got behind her, then slowly pushed my cock into her cunt. I reached around, cupping a breast with my left hand. With my right hand, I reached down and got a finger on her clit.

When I touched her clit, Jen shuddered. A good shudder that told me that Jen was absolutely turned on. With my touch, I could feel her sexual energy escalate immediately. I pumped in and out, stroking her clit, playing with her breast. In less than a minute, Jen rewarded me by cumming again. She didn’t almost buck me off, yet she definitely had an intense orgasm. I continued to fuck her with a slow steady speed, my hand on her tit, my other hand steadying both of us by holding her hip.

Jen repeatedly muttered “Oh! Oh! Oh my God! Ahh!”

Moaning in unison to my pushes inside her, I could tell how turned on she was. I knew that I would be able to judge when I should fondle her clit again.

Over the next several minutes, Jen came twice more. I didn’t vary my rhythm, I just kept fucking her at the same pace, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in. Jen kept up her monologue of excitement. Whenever I felt her getting close, I would touch her clit. That would quickly send her over the top again.

That’s when I heard voices across on the trail. I looked up, spotting other people hiking down the trail across the steam. They weren’t real close, maybe 60 yards away. So far they hadn’t seen us. Or heard us. That was good. Jen had her head down, probably because she had just cum or maybe she was about to cum again. Either way, she hadn’t seen them. I was too busy fucking Jen to care if they glanced our way or not.

For a split second I wondered what Jen would do if she saw the people walking along the trail. I could tell her, but I didn’t want to do that. It wasn’t that Jen was an exhibitionist, just that she was over the top wild about sex. Good thing she was on her hands and knees as I fucked her from behind. If she had been on top riding me, she might have called them over.

Jen had asked me once if I’d ever done a threesome. I told her I had, once in college. Actually, it was really a friend and myself fucking the same girl, twice for me, three times for him. We didn’t even try so spit roast her, and never thought of a DP. Jen said she hadn’t, mainly because no one suggested it. I was intrigued, impressed with Jen’s attitude toward sex. Still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk it with Jen. Maybe some time, but I liked what we had.

I wanted Jen to cum again, so I didn’t distract her by saying anything about the people walking past our little alcove in the leaves. So long as the people didn’t interrupt us, I wasn’t going to say anything.

I didn’t change my rhythm with Jen, but I could see the people clearly now. They were escort bursa almost directly across from us, although the aspens around us seemed to block any view of us. It was two guys and a woman walking down the trail. Watching them, I guessed that they were likely in their twenties, younger than me for sure. They were laughing and talking, clearly flirting and having fun.

Jen still hadn’t seen or heard them. She was too fixated on getting fucked I guess. She was close to cumming again. She was moaning softly with every stroke into her. Not loud enough for the hikers to hear, although the girl glanced up, but didn’t appear to see us. I held off on fingering Jen’s clit until the hikers went around the bend in the trail.

I moved my hand back to Jen’s clit, finding it immediately and gently stroking it. Suddenly Jen tensed, then squirmed and shuddered underneath me. She bucked, thrusting back against me, moaning that she was cumming. I held her hips just enough so that I wouldn’t slip out of her, and pushed my cock deeper inside her. I held it there, not moving, just holding it deep. If felt like another intense climax for her.

I was ready for my own release. There might be other hikers and I didn’t want to get distracted. I started pumping Jen faster, building to my own orgasm.

A few more strokes in and out of Jen’s cunt, and I let go. I know that I moaned or groaned or said something right then. I’m still not sure what. I felt the cum surging deep inside my balls, right down at the base of my spine. Another stroke or two and I would burst. I pushed so hard and deep that Jen collapsed forward onto her elbows. I drove into her one more time, feeling the eruption of semen burst from my balls. I thrust in and out, a paroxysm of exquisite release.

I didn’t fall over from the exertion, although I might have. I just knelt behind Jen, looking down at her ass and back, feeling my cock starting to soften, slowly catching my breath. She was breathing more regularly within a few seconds. She didn’t seem in any hurry for me to pull out.

I knew when I did withdraw, the cum would gush out her. I’d shot a massive load.

After a minute or so, I had caught my breath enough to pull out. I did, and sure enough, globs of cum fell out of Jen onto the blanket. Good thing the blanket was easy to wash.

Jen and I sat lay next to each other, my arm around her, her head nestled against my chest. Life couldn’t get any better. I was looking up through sunlight, dappled canopy of golden leaves, with blue sky above, a beautiful woman resting against me. And a post coitus afterglow.

We must have been like that for several minutes. Jen stirred first.

“We’d better get dressed and head back to the car.”

“Okay.”

I knew that once we got to her place, we’d likely do it again.

We got dressed. I picked up the blanket and we headed back to the trail. Again, I helped Jen jump across the little stream.

We’d only walked a little ways down the trail when Jen slowed and turned to me.

“You know, when we get to my place, we could do it again.”

I chuckled a little, “great minds think alike.”

We kissed and started walking again, both of us seemingly pleased with ourselves. Then we came around a bend in the trail. Across the stream, on the edge of some trees, we could see the people who had walked by earlier. They too had a blanket, and they were obviously enjoying themselves. The girl was naked, kneeling between the two guys, a cock in each hand, sucking first one, then the other.

Jen looked at me, then smiled.

“What do you think?” she asked.

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This story contains realistic incest, not the fantasy incest of most stories. There’s bondage, smoking fetish, and torments. If you don’t like stories where the women are dominant and the men submissive, go find another story.

Fred found Pebbles’ ad on Craigslist. She looked like a nice enough escort, and had several good reviews on The Erotic Review website. His concern was that he wasn’t interested in fucking or a blow job. What he wanted was a woman to dominate him, like Marie did. He wanted a woman that would enjoy watching him suffer, like Marie did.

“Hello Pebbles.”

“Hello Fred.” Interesting. Pebbles let Fred know she had his name on caller id.

“Um, I saw your ad on Craigslist and I’d like to have a two hour session with you.”

“Have we ever had a session together?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, how do you know you want to be with me for two hours, Fred?”

Fred didn’t know. He knew he didn’t like to be rushed, and he hoped that Pebbles would enjoy domination. The first session with an escort was always a crap shoot.

“I liked the reviews you received on The Erotic Review.”

“Ok. I like a man that does his research. What are you interested in doing?”

Fred was confused. Pebble’s ad specifically said, no discussion. He knew that protected her somewhat from arrest.

“Um, I see that you smoke. I like to watch a woman smoke, and I want you to dominate me.”

“Mmm, that sounds like it could be fun. Is there anything you specifically want me to wear?”

“No, naked will be good. I have all my own toys. I’d prefer discussing what I want after I meet you.”

“I understand. Since you’re a new client, we’ll have a fifteen minute discussion before we start the session.”

“Wow, that sounds great. When can I see you?”

“I have a two hour block Tuesday at 8pm.”

“Sounds great. See you then.”

“Call me when you get to Glen Burnie. I’ll give you my address at that time, Fred.”

“Ok.”

“Bye.”

Later that afternoon, Pebbles, whose real name is Melissa, and her girlfriend, Michelle, were sitting at the dining room table.

“How was your day, Melissa?”

“Pretty good. Three clients called today. One of them, a new client, wants a two-hour session with me. He wants me to dominate him.”

“Ooh, does he know that you’re an experienced dominatrix?”

Melissa snickered. “No, I guess I forgot to mention that.”

Michelle giggled. “Boy, won’t he be surprised.”

“Yes, he’s in for a huge surprise. Oh, his name is Fred. Fred Johnson.”

Michelle’s face reddened. “You don’t suppose…”

“His phone number is 410 555-8674.

“Oh my God!” Michelle squealed. “My dad is coming here to see you!”

Melissa smiled. “Yes, Tuesday night.”

“I’m so glad you told me. I’m going clubbing Tuesday night. I’m not going to be here when he sees you.”

“No.” Melissa’s voice had a serious tone. “You will be here. You are going to help me dominate him.”

“What?” Michelle looked shocked. “You can’t possibly expect me to perform sexually for my dad?”

“Yes, I can.” Melissa held Michelle’s hands on the table. Her words were measured. “I’ve been listening to you talk about him and what he did to you for almost two years. You have three days to prepare yourself, but you will do what I command you to do for your dad. That’s an order.”

Michelle felt her resistance melt away with those words. “Yes Mistress.”

Melissa picked up her dishes and put them in the sink.

Michelle sat at the table, shocked, wondering what Melissa planned for her to do. It wasn’t until Melissa came back and gave her shoulder a smack with the back of her hand that Michelle got up, cleared the table and did the dishes.

Tuesday evening, Fred arrived in Glen Burnie fifteen minutes before the scheduled appointment. He pulled out his cell phone and called Pebbles.

“Hi Pebbles.”

“Hi Fred. Are you in Glen Burnie?”

“Yes.”

Pebbles smiled. “Ok, I’m at 1216 Valley Leaf Court. Park in front of the house, not the driveway. See you in a few minutes.”

Fred was surprised. He’d met all the other escorts at hotel rooms. He looked on the map, and saw that Valley Leaf Court was about two miles away. He drove down the highway, and turned into an ordinary subdivision. The houses were 30 to 40 years old, mostly simple four-squares.

The houses on Valley Leaf Court were newer and larger. 1216 was at the end of a cul-de-sac. He parked in front of the house, got his bag of toys, and rang the doorbell.

Pebbles opened the door. She looked a lot nicer than her picture. A few inches shorter than Fred, wearing a top and jeans, she let him in. Fred put the envelope with the $450 on the table by the door, and Pebbles smiled. She picked up the envelope and showed him to a bedroom, where she had him sit in a chair while she sat on the bed. Fred felt comfortable and intimidated at the same time. Comfortable, because the bedroom was a lot more homey than a hotel room. Intimidated, because Pebbles was looking pendik escort down at him in the chair, waiting.

Pebbles broke the silence. “Well?”

Fred felt confused. “Well, what?”

“Are you going to tell me what you want?”

“Oh.” Fred cleared his throat. “I’d like to watch you smoke naked. After that, I’d like you to lie in bed with me and cuddle with me.”

Pebbles looked down at Fred disdainfully. “Why the shyness? What happened to me dominating you?”

Fred looked at the floor. “I wasn’t sure that you wanted to dominate me.”

Pebbles smiled. “Oh yes Fred, I want to dominate you. I’ve been thinking about this session since the day you called. Do you trust me?”

Fred looked up at Pebbles. “Yes.”

“Good. I have a surprise planned for you. First, I want you to get undressed.”

Fred stood up and undressed.

Pebbles pulled out a leather blindfold, and put it on Fred. She handed him his toy bag, and commanded, “Follow me.”

With one hand on Pebbles shoulder, and the other carrying his toy bag, Fred followed Pebbles down two flights of stairs. He felt a chill as he passed through a room, and then an almost uncomfortable warmth. He felt her stop and wondered where he was.

“Put your bag down” Pebbles commanded.

Fred bent his knees and put the toy bag on the floor. He felt Pebbles push him into a chair, and tie his wrists tightly to the armrests. He felt her tie his ankles to the legs of the chair, and he wondered what she had in store for him.

When Pebbles took off Fred’s blindfold, he was surprised all right. It looked like an audio-visual room. There were four monitors on one wall, and several VCR machines on a couple of shelves. The monitors were off, but two of the machines were running.

Pebbles was still wearing her top and jeans. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled and said, “I guess I can do one thing you asked for.” She peeled off her top and jeans, and lit a cigarette. Standing in front of Fred with her legs spread slightly, she took a puff of her cigarette, bent over, and blew the smoke in Fred’s face.

“Happy?”

Fred was impressed with her perky breasts and her shaved pussy. He had a strong feeling that she wasn’t going to let him touch any of her assets this evening.

“Yes, very.”

“So tell me, why do you like to watch a naked woman smoke?”

Fred squirmed in the chair. “My wife Marie would tie me up and put clothespins on my nipples or cock and balls. She would sit on the bed, watching me suffer, and pass the time by smoking. Over the years, I’ve learned to associate a naked smoking woman with the dominant bitch role that my wife played so well for me.”

“What happened to your wife? Did you divorce?”

“No. She died five years ago.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry for your loss. Did you have any children?”

“We had a daughter. She was 15 when Marie died, and she took it pretty hard. She ran away from home three years ago, when she was 17. She stayed at a friend’s house for a while, but she quit school and moved somewhere else. I haven’t seen her or heard from her since.”

Pebbles took a puff of her cigarette. “Wow. Why do you think your daughter ran away?”

Fred squirmed in the chair. “She was mad at the world after her mother died. She got mad at me after she caught me coming home one night from a strip club. I tried to explain myself, but she was gone a couple of days later.”

“I see. It sounds like you broke your daughter’s heart by going to a strip club. That wasn’t a smart thing to do.”

Fred looked at the floor. “I know.”

Pebbles finished her cigarette. She turned on a couple of the monitors. One showed the bedroom that Pebbles brought Fred to. He could see his clothes on the chair by the bed. The other monitor showed a different bedroom. The monitors cycled through four different views of the bedrooms. An overhead view, a view from the headboard, a view from the wall opposite the bed, and a side view from across the bedroom.

Both of the bedrooms were empty now.

A few minutes passed before Fred saw a woman enter the other bedroom. He watched her sit down and brush her shoulder length hair for a few minutes.

Pebbles smiled. “Do you like her?”

Fred smiled. “It’s hard to see her clearly in the monitor, but yes, she’s pretty.”

Pebbles grinned. “Good. In a few minutes, one of her clients will be here to see her. You get to watch them fuck, while I play with your cock. Does that sound like fun?”

Fred grinned. “Yes.”

Fred watched the woman brush her hair for a few more minutes, and then she left the room. About ten minutes later, she came back with a man. She undressed him, and he undressed her.

Pebbles coyly asked, “How does she look naked?”

Fred smiled. “She has a nice pair of breasts. Very pert for their size.”

Pebbles smiled. “Yes, they’re torpedo Double D cups. She had them enhanced for me and for her customers.” She squeezed her breasts. “Makes these C cups feel small.”

“Oh. Are you lovers?”

“Yes. escort pendik She’s my lover and somewhat willing servant.”

As the woman and her client got into the bed, Pebbles sat down on the floor in front of the chair, and lightly stroked Fred’s cock with her fingernail. His cock sprang to attention, and an occasional light stroke was all Pebbles needed to keep Fred hard.

The woman got on the bed on her hands and knees. The man got on the bed behind her, and pounded away. Usually, Fred didn’t like to watch fuck porn, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the monitor. This was different. They weren’t performing for a camera; they were having fun with each other. He felt like a voyeur, since they were upstairs in the same house. Pebbles’ teasing of his cock heightened the experience for him.

After about twenty minutes, the man lay down on the bed. The woman lay down beside him, and they kissed and cuddled for the remainder of the time. Fred enjoyed watching the kissing more than the fucking, and Pebbles didn’t touch Fred’s cock for minutes at a time.

After the hour was up, the man got out of the bed, and got dressed. The woman waited until he was dressed to get out of the bed. The man hugged her, fondled her breasts one last time, and watched her get dressed. They both left the bedroom.

Fred heard Pebbles ask, “Did you like the show?”

Fred nodded, and realized Pebbles couldn’t see his face. “Yes, I liked it very much.”

“Good.” Pebbles stood up and put on her top and jeans. “I have a client coming in about fifteen minutes. She’ll be down here to talk to you while I’m busy. You can watch my client and I fuck while she teases you, if you want.”

Fred felt confused. “Isn’t my time going to be up before you come back?”

Pebbles laughed. “That’s part of the surprise, Fred. I have no plans to untie you anytime soon. You’re spending the rest of the night tied to the chair. I think you’ll get your two hours worth of teasing, at least, while I fuck other clients. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

After a few minutes, Fred saw Pebbles on the monitor. He watched her put his clothes away in a dresser, and then leave. He was waiting for her to return with her client, when the other woman entered the room and stood in front of him.

Fred looked from the monitor to the other woman. She was naked, with her hands on her hips, looking stern. He could smell her scent from the sex she had. He thought about how passionate she was fucking and kissing her client, which aroused him. The lights in the room were behind him, and he could see her features very clearly. It took a moment for the thought to register in his mind. He was pretty sure that he was leering at his daughter.

“Hello daddy.” She spit the words out like the bad taste they must have had.

“Um, hi Michelle. I didn’t expect to see you here.” The understatement of the decade.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Michelle got a cigarette, and lit it. She looked over at her father, bound to the chair. “I see you still enjoy sex with women my age.”

Fred’s face reddened. All the things Michelle said to him that night about embarrassing her and making her feel like she had to compete with strippers came flooding back into his mind. His cock wasn’t stiff anymore, even though his daughter was standing there, naked, smoking. She looked a lot like Marie when they were first married, except her breasts were a lot larger.

Fred watched his daughter stand in front of him and smoke. He wondered what she would do to him. He felt helpless, tied to the chair, and was concerned that Michelle might hurt him.

Michelle felt queasy. The only reason she hadn’t bolted from the room was that Melissa had ordered her to smoke naked for her father. She knew that he enjoyed watching pretty young naked women smoke, but she could see that his cock was flaccid. Good. If she was feeling miserable, he should feel miserable too. She smoked and posed for her father until it was time for her to see a client.

Pebbles came into the room a few minutes later. “So, did you and Michelle have a nice chat?”

Fred glared at Pebbles. “Why didn’t you tell me my daughter was your lover?”

Pebbles laughed as she lit a cigarette. “What, and ruin the surprise. Now why would I do that?” She crouched down in front of Fred and tickled his cock until it stiffened. “Don’t you want to watch your daughter fuck again?” She teasingly asked.

Fred didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help himself. He watched the monitor while Pebbles tickled his cock. This time, he noticed just how much Michelle acted like a young Marie in bed. He tried to think about Marie and all of the fun they had together, but the image of Michelle fucking and kissing was too much for Fred. He felt embarrassed that Pebbles kept him hard while he watched his daughter sexually service a client.

Pebbles got up, and lit another cigarette. “I have to meet a client in a few minutes.” She stood in front of Fred, smoking. He remained hard, watching her. After she finished her cigarette, she left.

Fred pendik escort bayan could hear Michelle screaming through the wall.

“What! You have to be kidding. No way.”

After a moment of silence, Fred barely heard Michelle say, “Yes Mistress.”

Fred wondered what that was all about, when Michelle came into the room. She was naked. She lit a cigarette and took a quick puff before she stood in front of him.

Fred felt himself harden. He reminded himself that he was leering at his daughter, but his stiff cock didn’t care any more. She reminded him too much of Marie, of all of the good times they had together.

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. The sight of her father’s stiff cock made her nauseous. “Do you remember the diary you gave me?”

Fred felt stunned. “Diary? What diary? Oh, you mean your mother’s diary?”

“Yes. Do you know what she wrote?”

Fred thought for a moment. “I suppose she wrote about what happened to her. I never read it. I gave it to you so you would have her memories.”

Michelle smiled. “That explains it.”

Fred was happy to see Michelle smile. “Explains what?”

“Mom wrote about what happened to her, alright. She wrote about how you forced her to tie you up and torture you.”

Fred looked puzzled. “Forced? I never forced her to do anything.”

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. “I’m not talking about physical force. According to mom, you would ask her and ask her until she finally gave in. As mad as she should have been about you pressuring her, she never enjoyed torturing you. That’s why she smoked. It made her feel better about what you made her do to you.”

Fred felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “I had no idea. Why didn’t she say anything to me?”

“For being so old, you’re not very mature, are you?”

Fred looked up at Michelle. “What do you mean?”

Michelle blew cigarette smoke in Fred’s face. “Mom tortured you because she knew it made you happy. She didn’t enjoy the torture; she enjoyed pleasing you. She loved you.”

Fred looked at the floor. “Oh.”

Michelle looked through Fred’s toy bag. He felt her pick up his head. She blew more smoke in his face. “On the other hand, I’m enjoying torturing you.”

Michelle clipped a clothespin on each of Fred’s nipples. He yelped as the clothespins pressed against his nipples. “There. I know you get enjoyment from the pain.”

Fred couldn’t help himself. The combination of the pain in his nipples and seeing his naked daughter smoke was too much for his will power. His cock stiffened as he watched her stand before him, smoking.

Michelle smiled. At least I’m making him suffer for his pleasure, she thought. She tried to relax and enjoy her cigarette.

After Michelle left to meet a client, Pebbles came back into the room. She lit a cigarette, took the clothespins off his nipples, and crouched in front of Fred to tease his cock.

Fred yelped as the blood rushed into his nipples. After the pain subsided, he watched the monitor. He accepted that Michelle was an experienced escort, and allowed himself to enjoy watching her sexually satisfy another man. Her third of the night. He wondered if she enjoyed all the fucking, or just did it for the money. It looked like she enjoyed it.

Fred felt sorry when the hour was up. He felt strangely proud of Michelle, and what she was doing to support herself. He wondered what she was going to do to him this time.

Fred smiled when Michelle came into the room. This time, Pebbles didn’t leave.

Michelle lit a cigarette and looked down at her father. She could see his cock throbbing.

Fred wondered what Pebbles and Michelle were going to do now.

Michelle moved in front of him. “You’ve been ogling me all night.” Disgustedly, she took a puff of her cigarette and continued. “I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. If you can watch me caress myself for five minutes without cumming, I’ll consider you my father again.”

Fred watched his daughter finish her cigarette. She stood in front of him, throwing her head back, fondling her breasts, moaning with pleasure. He didn’t notice Pebbles kneel in front of him and lick his cock. Not teasing licks, either. No, Pebbles was doing her best to make him cum.

After a couple of minutes, Fred couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted his daughter back, but after being cock teased all night, Pebbles mouth felt so good. He closed his eyes and pictured her as a little girl, when her mother was still alive. He calmed down a bit and felt he could last the five minutes. All of a sudden he heard Michelle scream, “No fair!”

Fred opened his eyes to see his daughter with her hands on her hips. “No closing your eyes. You have to watch me! Just for that, now you have to last ten minutes. If you close your eyes one more time, you’ll never see me again. Melissa, let’s start over.”

Michelle closed her eyes, rubbing her hands all over her body, making mewing sounds. Pebbles went back to licking and sucking on Fred’s cock. Michelle looked so much like Marie, and sounded a lot like her. As much as he wanted his daughter back, the sight of her naked, caressing herself, along with the determined Pebbles, was too much for him. He came after a few minutes.

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Ma had just retired to her room when Rudra and I came to ours. The moment we were out of sight Rudra put his arm around my waist crushing me to him. He slipped his hand between my legs roughly pushing his finger into my wetness.

“Umhh,” I bit into my lip. I turned in his arms to kiss him. Our lips sucked hungrily at each other’s tongues.

“I want you,” I heard myself say before biting into his lip.

He groaned, then half lifted me to his room, discarding my clothes on the way in. He lifted me against him then bit into one of my nipples.

“Aahhh,” I groaned loudly being instantly aroused beyond repair. I found my hand pushing his head to my breast as he pulled hard on the nipple. He pushed me against the door, thrusting his hard on against my wet pussy.

He cupped my breast in both hands, pushing it up to suck hard on my flesh. Then he squeezed it again repeating the process over and over.

I bit into my lip moaning hard. My head falling back in sweet agony.

“Riya?” Mother called just before she entered into the nursery and my breath caught in my throat.

“What…” but she did not finish.

My moan turned into a whimper and Rudra froze, my nipple still in his mouth.

My heart pounded in my chest as blood rushed into my face and my cheeks began to burn. A startled expression paralyzed my face.

“My breasts were hurting,” I breathed by way of explanation before mother turned on her heels and left.

Every movement I made thereafter was under ma’s radar. She would make surprise visits to the nursery. I felt so ashamed of almost being caught it made me tremble every time I thought about it, so I took all precautionary measures, even at the cost of aggravating Rudra. But into the third week Rudra was running low on patience.

“You’re being paranoid, you know.” He stared into my eyes, miffed. “She’s not going to come up in the middle of the night just to see what you’re doing with me in bed.” He tried to kiss me again.

“Ummh, please Rudra,” I tried to break from his kiss. “Listen, ummh…, ummh, please honey,” I coaxed, to appeal to his better senses.”

“I want you,” he growled.

“I want you too Rudra, but I’m too scared.” I pleaded again.

“Are you really, or have you had your fill of this,” he gestured at us and the nursery.

“Now you’re being paranoid,” I squinted at him annoyed myself, for him even thinking of something as absurd as this.

“Fine, have it your way,” he turned his back to me in a huff.

“Please Rudra, I’m really scared. If she catches us this time, I don’t know what she’s going to do.” No matter how much I wanted to reassure him and allay his fears, I couldn’t hug him or come close to him in bed of fear that ma would catch me in the act.

He didn’t turn around in bed after that and went to sleep, while I counted sheep in my head till morning.

The next day he was distant and no matter how much I tried to act normally before my mother, my eyes kept traveling to him. Every time our gaze met, I could feel ma making mental notes.

And then it happened.

On the weekend when ma and I were home alone she asked me to move a bed into the nursery with the babies. She did not want me and Rudra to share a room anymore. Instinctively, even before she had let on I knew something drastic was eventually going to happen but I still wasn’t ready for the way it made me feel.

The moment I heard him walk into the house it was like all the flood gates had released. I knew it wasn’t a big thing I was still next door to him but no matter what I told myself, I felt like ma had severed me from Rudra and I couldn’t bear it. Even though he was standing a few paces from me, I felt like a deep trench had been dug between us and I couldn’t cross it to get to him. The first moment we were alone I ran into his arms.

“Shhhhh,” he rocked me against his warm chest. “Stop crying, its only temporary, I promise.

I shook my head violently against his chest too overcome with emotion to trust my voice. I sobbed against his chest, my knees giving way.

“Come on Riya, its not a big deal. I’m next door to you, aren’t I?” He pulled me up to peer into my face. “Its going to be alright darling, hush now and stop crying.” I felt his kiss put warmth into my cold bones again.

But words still failed me. Instead fresh warm tears welled and flowed from my eyes.

“Riya, please honey stop doing this, you’re breaking my heart,” he exhaled crushing me in his embrace again.

Nothing would be the same again. Ma would keep a close watch on us now, I knew it in my bones and a dread settled over my heart. I no longer had it in me to survive without him. I knew I had to do everything in my power to let that from happening. Every time he tried to touch me even if it was in the middle of the night or even when I knew ma was away for the day I would flinch and shrink from his touch and soon he stopped making an effort altogether. He began to spend long hours at work, coming home late. I wondered sometimes if he had bursa escort begun to see someone. I trembled in my bed thinking about it, my life seeping out of my limbs at the very thought.

At night I would dream of him and then wake sweating.

“I needed to shop for a few things for the babies,” I asked tentatively, when I found him in the nursery one morning petting the babies. “Can you take me shopping in the evening?”

“No, I’m busy today. Go with ma.” He said simply then left the room.

On the way to work I tried to start a conversation with him again.

“You’re very busy these days.”

“Yes,” was all the answer he gave.

“With what?” I let my curiosity get the better of him. But a call came through and he began to talk over the phone.

“Yes, tell her to wait. I’m going to be there in,” he checked his watch. “ten minutes tops. Yes, i’m sure, just tell her and show her to my office. Don’t let her leave at any cost. Keep her busy somehow.” He called off.

“Can you take a cab to the university today Riya, I’ve got this client waiting for me and am already late.” He asked absently dialing another number.

“Yes, yes of course,” I answered, my heart falling. I looked out of the window, biting into my lip, suddenly feeling overwhelmed over the lack of control I had over the events unfolding before me.

“Will you be alright?” He asked looking at me when he dropped me at my intersection.

“Yes, of course,” I said again in a false voice.

He gazed at me, before his phone began ringing again, then exhaled, answered his phone and started the ignition to take care of more pressing matters.

I stood there a while staring behind his car, too weak to move and unable to make sense of where the life I called my own went in that moment.

Somehow every time I tried to talk to him again something would always come in the way. Over time the silences began to distance us even more than the setbacks of life. He began to travel for work and spend days away from home, something he had never done before. Something he had only begun to do lately. I thought of the call he had answered when he had left me on the side of the road that day. ‘Don’t let her leave at any cost’

“What are you thinking?”

My gaze travelled to ma, unsuspecting. I found it strange to find her staring at me.

I looked down at my plate, at the untouched food, my mind already beginning to pick up its trail again into the maze in my head.

“I asked you something?” Ma raised her voice.

“What? I’m sorry, what?” I cleared my throat.

“Where’s your mind these days Riya? Are you even here?” She asked with a slight sting in her voice. “I find you staring into the oblivion all the time. What is the matter with you?”

I cleared my throat again. “I’m just tired.” I answered, my fork absently, toying with the food on my plate.

“Are you feeling alright?” She sounded a tad worried.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I answered without much thought. I had stopped letting questions affect me any more.

“Are you still having the same problem?” She asked hesitantly.

My eyes stared blankly into hers. I did not answer before finding out what she was talking about.

“Your breasts still hurt?”

Oh, so that’s what she meant. My neurons began to fire at once.

“Yes.”

“So, aren’t you doing anything about it?” She asked like handling something unpalatable.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve learned to live with the pain.” I lifted my eyes to hers, rage simmering deep within them.

She looked away.

“Ask him to help you.”

It wasn’t a plea nor was it a command. It was her way of saying she cared. I felt a pall lift over me.

That night when I had put my babies to sleep in their crib, I went in to take a shower and wore my black negligee. Then I began to wait for him to return. My heart thudded against my chest in anticipation. It was only nine and I knew if he returned he usually did around midnight. I ordered my mind not to dwell on what kept him away.

“Riya? Wake up honey,” he was waking me softly when I stirred from my stupor. I closed my eyes again, my heart blossoming with the boundless love I felt for him. He was beautiful. His dark eyes glowed in the lamplight under thick winged eyebrows. “Riya, wake up darling, what’s the matter? Ma said something was wrong with you?” He asked worriedly.

Ma had told him. I bit into my lip, then lifted myself into a sitting position while he knelt before me, his enquiring eyes still fixed on my face. I pulled him against my breasts holding him against my heart. I felt starved for his touch. I kissed his head, sobs tearing from my lungs.

“What’s wrong Riya?” He asked anxiously.

“I can’t live without you.” I choked.

“Oh! honey,” he exhaled resting his forehead in my cleavage. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” He said slowly.

Another sob tore through my chest.

He lifted his head to look at me again. “Ma said you weren’t well? What’s bursa escort bayan wrong? Are you alright?” His brows still gathered on his forehead.

“Yes.” I held his face between my palms.

“I missed you,” I said breathlessly.

His features mellowed.

“I missed you too.”

We stared at each other for an electrifying moment.

“Suckle my breasts,” I said with longing.

I slid the straps off my shoulders to bare my breasts to him. I cupped a breast lifting my nipple to his mouth.

“Will you, Rudra?” I asked, my voice laced with lust.

He looked at me, then pushed a hand behind my back, pulling my nipple roughly into his mouth. Every time he sucked pulling me to him, I felt my pussy flood. He bit into the soft flesh of my breast, etching his teeth all over them. Then he began to suck and bite on my raw nipple. I smiled down at his ministrations wondering how engorged he was with all this. My hand slipped into his hair holding him to my breast and he pulled and tugged at my inflamed breast. I kissed his head.

“I want you Rudra.” I salaciously whispered into his ear, my breath chafing against my lungs. Hearing that he pulled me into a rough kiss. His mouth dug into mine and began to suck on my tongue. He bit into my lower lip and tore my negligee into shreds.

“I don’t want you to ever say no to me again, you hear me,” he spewed in suppressed rage.

“I won’t.” And in that moment I felt fear depart from me forever.

He was back at my lips again. Chewing and sucking on them.

He loosened his tie with one hand and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. But then instead he went back and attacked my other breast. He pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it until I whimpered.

“I’ll teach you never to say no to me again.” He fumed again then began to suck and bite and swallow my breast into his mouth.

A puddle had created beneath me. I wanted him to want me like this forever. Just the thought that he could live without me was unthinkable. I wanted him to ravage me for the rest of my life. To hell with what the rest of the world thought. I would give him what he wanted, if someone found it unpalatable, well then too bad.

“Take me,” my voice startled even me. It wasn’t a whisper anymore. “Take me now.” The moment I said it my eyes flicked towards the ajar door and I saw my mother standing in the doorway. Her hand clasping her throat.

I wasn’t scared of her anymore. I could scream now that I loved Rudra from rooftops. I could scream that I was his wife and the mother of his children and I did not care what my mother thought about it or did to me over it.

He pulled me beneath him then. He was lying naked over me.

“Open your legs.”

I acceded at once and felt his engorged cock encroach the empty space in my cunt. He placed one hand on the edge of the bed for support and began to bang me against it. He wasn’t in the mood to make love. He was ravaging my cunt, exactly the way I wanted him to.

“Harder Rudra,” I urged into his ear. “Fuck Me Hard.” “Ahhhhhhhhh,” I moaned louder than I ever had.

“You are mine.” He roared thrusting hard into me. “You hear that, you are mine. Say no to me again and I will kill you cunt.”

“Ahhhhhhhh,” I groaned with pain. He had never fucked me in anger. This was new for my body and I shattered into a tiny million pieces in his embrace.

“Punish me for not letting you touch me, ravage me, destroy me.” I cried giving into rage myself.

He pummeled into my pussy in fury, calling me his whore, his cunt, his baby breeding machine.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” we moaned loudly giving into our orgasms. And even now minutes later I could still feel his penis twitching and jerking inside me. I was full of his cum. I lifted my legs around his waist, holding him harder against my boobs in my embrace, before slowly drifting into a stupor.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear when I descended from my cloud.

“I love you too,” he said pecking me on my neck.

“Did you eat anything when you got home?” I asked him.

“Yes…you.” He replied.

I chuckled softly. “In addition to me?” I enquired.

“Nah, am not hungry.” He answered hoarsely.

“I didn’t ask you whether you were or not. You’re going to have dinner. You work all day. Don’t think I haven’t been noticing you. You’ve been nothing but a pain in the neck, skipping meals, coming home late and avoiding me like the bubonic plague.

“What did you expect then, that I would flourish and ripen under the circumstances?” He answered embittered.

“Wait here I’ll get something for you to eat.” I slipped underneath him and put on a robe to go down to the kitchen.

I was worried about ma seeing us. Worried, not scared. I knew she had seen us and I wanted to know how she was dealing with the shock. I didn’t want to involve Rudra, so I didn’t tell him I’d seen Ma in the hallway outside my door.

I climbed downstairs but didn’t find Ma in the kitchen so escort bursa I went into her room. I was surprised how fearless I felt.

“Ma,” I called when I saw her and she looked at me. “I love him, ma,” I said softly to bring her out of her shock.

“You call that love?” She snarled with abhorrence.

“Yes, ma I call that love?” I looked straight at her.

I felt my face sting when she slapped me right across the face.

“Get out of my house, you whore.” She said through gritted teeth. “You are no daughter of mine.”

“I’ll happily be a whore and worse, to be with him, mother. I love him and nothing in this world will change that. I will have him whichever way I can. I will have him at any cost mother.” I said going a little loony myself.

My mother gawked at me in shock at my brazen acceptance of the sexual nature of my relationship with my brother. “Then I’m going to leave this house. I will not be party to this sin.”

“You are not going anywhere, mother.” I fixed her with my stare. I knew this would not sit well with Rudra. Ma leaving us forever with no one to take care of her in her old age.

“And who’s going to stop me?” her brows gathered.

“If you leave, I will tell everyone that Rudra is the father of my children. Think what that will do to your family name ma.” I blackmailed her.

Her lips turned into a thin line while her dark eyes burned holes in my soul.

“You will not.” She tried to call my bluff.

“Indeed I will, do remember, I am a whore, mother.” I threw at her.

“I’ll kill myself than live in your presence.” She spat in fury.

I wasn’t expecting her to say that. Was it this big a deal for her. Was I really so screwed that I couldn’t understand how wrong what Rudra and I were doing was? But this was no time to delve into my own confusions. I couldn’t let mother leave. I loved her and I wanted her so much to accept us, except that I loved Rudra like a wife does a husband and not how a sister loves a brother. I was willing to do anything, so she would accept us.

“Do you really think mother, killing yourself would absolve our family name of my misdeed. It will last for generations and if you hurt Rudra in this manner, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to see that your family name never recovers from this blemish. The choice is yours.”

Ma flew into a rage over this and slapped me again calling me names.

“This will be our secret mother as long as you want it to. I promise no one will ever know it outside the three of us.” I looked at her through tears one last time then hurried into the kitchen, washed my face and took dinner upstairs, for Rudra.

“What took you so long? I was about to come down.”

Rudra had taken a shower and had changed into his night clothes.

“I was just talking to mother.” I gestured him to sit and handed him the plate.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” I tried to sound clueless.

“Nothing, you just look strange.”

“Hmmm, eat your dinner, maybe with something in your belly, I’ll look better.” I tried to joke. I went into the nursery pretending to check on the babies. My nerves were in knots.

“Have you eaten something?” He asked from his room.

“Yes,” I answered back.

“You’ll sleep with me tonight,” he said. It wasn’t a request, it was a command.

“Yes, I will,” I answered but I couldn’t completely cherish the feeling, for only tomorrow would tell how my mother had taken all that had transpired today. Until then I would be on tenterhooks. I had made a dangerous move and if things headed south and mother did something stupid, my brother would never forgive me for it. I placed my head in my hands, exhaling hard. I closed my eyes and looked up praying for a miracle.

“What are you doing there? Come here.” Rudra called from his room.

“Nothing, I’m just checking on the babies. Yukti needs to be changed.” I replied.

“Come back then.” There was a pause. “I’ve missed you enough to last me two lifetimes.”

My lips twitched into a smile and I wished I could have enjoyed this moment the way I wanted to, but … I exhaled again.

Why did mother have to walk in on us? I cursed. I would’ve jumped into bed with Rudra and now I could not and all because of her. I felt angry and close on the heels I felt guilty and ashamed. I wish my happiness did not come at this price for my mother. But it wasn’t something I had chosen. It had chosen me.

“Riya?” He bellowed from the other room and just the sound of his voice melted my very bones.

“I’m coming.” I walked in to see him sitting on the edge of his bed watching me.

I looked away.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

He pulled me to himself. “You’ve never lied to me in your entire life Riya. What are you hiding?” He asked suspiciously.

“You’re being silly. I’m not hiding,” I laughed trying to throw him off the scent.

He was silent for a bit, while he stared at the pattern in the carpet below. “Have you found someone?”

“What?”

“Have you started seeing someone?” He asked still not looking at me.

“Yes, I have. You fool. I’m seeing the father of my children, that is when he finds time from his busy schedule and his important clients.”

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“I love, Girl Watching.”

I’ve heard that some women,
claim they don’t like to be leered at lustfully, by men!

But the clothes they wear,
make men stare,
and they know it!

Let’s face it,
the only guys that don’t look,
are either, queer or dead.
And I’m neither.

My wife had just left for work, and I was sitting on my front steps, having a cup of coffee. It was a beautiful early fall morning. The leaves had already started to turn colors. But the air was still warm, and the kids were back in school.

I like checking out, the young Mommy’s walking their children to school. There’s this one young Mother, in particular from up the street, that really catches my eye. I wasn’t out here long, when I heard her kids, yelling, “Mommy, Mommy, hurry up, were going to be late for school.” I could hear her, calling back to them, “don’t be in, such a rush, slow down, and wait for me.” I looked up as the three of them, ran by, the kids yelled and waved at me, “Hi BigC.” I barely got a glimpse of her.

This young Mother look’s HOT. There’s just something about her, that makes me want to fuck her. I never met her, or even saw her up close. But even from a distance, I could see, that she’s got a great body. I figured I’d sit here a while longer, and maybe get a better look at her. When she comes back up the street.

As my thoughts returned, I looked up, and saw, that the Mommy, was walking straight up my drive way. I said to myself, aw-shit she caught me, leering at her, with my lust filled eyes. Now she’s going to give me a piece of her mind. Even with these concerns going through my head. I kept thinking about what, I’d like to do, with her in bed.

My cock was caught, between the leg of my jockey shorts and jeans. As soon as I saw her, it began to swell and creep down my leg, making a huge bulge in my pants. I kind of leaned back on my elbows, and stretched out my legs with my right leg over my left, in hopes of looking casual, and at the same time hiding my erection, from her.

As she got nearer, I could she was a little older then I though. But she still, looks good enough to eat.

She’s a real beauty, with a dark complexion, her hair is shoulder length and almost black, she has big brown bedroom eyes, with freckles on her cheeks, and a small sexy heart shaped mouth.

She was still dressed for summer, in a pink tank top, a pair of black, shorts, with a white strip on the side, held up by an elastic waist band. Her socks were pink, matching her top, with a pair of dainty white keds on her feet. I couldn’t help noticing, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looks so sweet.

Just by looking at her. I could tell that, she works hard at keeping in shape. She has nice full breast, with just a slight sag to them. I could see the outline of her nipples, through her top. She has a trim waist, with full hips, that tapers down nicely into long well toned legs.

She laughed and, said. “Hi my name is kitty. I can see you like, my titties. I can tell, because your staring at them.”

I blushed!

She laughed and asked me, “Are you really comfortable sitting like that?”

I could feel myself starting to burn a bright red. She caught me!

She went on to say. “My kids love trailer trucks, because you drive them. That makes you, kind of a hero to them. I’ve wanted to meet you, and get to know you, for some time now. I know your called, BigC.”

I told her my name is “Carl, but I’ve called BigC, for years.”

Then she asked, “Do you have another cup of coffee? If you do, and don”t mind, I’d like to have a cup with you. I want to talk to you bluntly, about something personal, and important to me.”

I said. “I sure do.”Let me get you a cup.”

I got up, and went into the house, with her following me uninvited. I gave her a cup of coffee.

I thought to myself, there’s no doubt about it, she is blunt.

We stood in the kitchen looking at each other, for a moment. I was curious, about what she wanted to talk about!

Kitty said “BigC, if you don’t mind. I have a few, very personal questions.I want to ask you. I want you to promise me, that you’ll answer them honestly. If your answers are what, I hope they are. Then I have a favor, I want you to do for me.”

I had no idea what was coming, but she sure had ataşehir escort my interest. Besides that, she’s a real piece of, male eye candy. I cant over state how sexy, I think she is.

She just asked me, “Do you drink, or use drugs?” I answered her.

“No! I don’t drink, or use drugs.” “I don’t smoke either.”

She replied “good.” Then she asked me. “Do you have sex with a lot of other women, or prostitutes?”

“No!” I said, “I’m really fussy about who, I have sex with, but I really don’t think, that’s … any … of…your … business!”

She shushed me by putting her finger over her lips, and said, “Please let me finish?”

I let her go on, wondering where this was going.

Than she stated, “you don’t have any, STD’s?” “No, I don’t,” I replied.

I think my mouth was starting to hang open. I couldn’t believe the things she was asking me, and I had no idea, why she was asking, me them.

She said. “Please let me continue?” “Now I want to explain something’s to you, about myself.”

I though to myself. Okay I’ll let her go on. This is really getting interesting.

She said,”I love my husband, he’s a good man, and good Father. He works hard as a salesman, and has a passion for golf. We have a vanilla sex life, and it’s pretty good too. We only have sex, a couple of times a month,usual on Saturday nights, but that’s only if, everything goes right.”

I though to myself. I can understand that, but sad to say it’s. “NEVER” the right night or time, for me and my wife.

She said, Now heres what I want to talk to you about. I like the way you look and dress. I think your a sexy man, in your own macho way. You look rough and gentle, at the same time. The way you look at me, undressing me with your eyes, excites me. I fantasize, about how it would be, in bed with you.

BigC, I have this fantasy, about you, using me like a slut, calling me dirty names, forcing me, to have oral sex with you, and, finally, have your big hard cock stuffed into me, and you fuck me like a slut.”

Now my mouth was hanging open.

“That’s the favor, I want from you? I want you to fill my fantasy. When your done, with me.I want to have the taste of your cock in my mouth, and feel your cum running out of my cunt, down the insides of my thighs. Just don’t hurt me, or leave any marks on me.”

“I saw your wife leave, and my husbands at work. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”

Now I stood there dump founded with my mouth hanging open. This shit just doesn’t happen to me. I’m not a hero like, a cop or fireman. I’m no movie actor, rock star, either or special in any way at all.

I’m just me, BigC, a truck driver!

Oh Shit, I said to myself, I don’t know what to do, or where to start! I never had sex like that in my life. But what the hell, if that’s what she wants. I’ll be more then happy, to give it a try.

I stepped in closer to her, and felt her tits. I gave them a squeeze and rubbed my thumbs roughly across her nipples. They were full and firm, and I found out they are sensitive too. Because as I touched them, she closed her eyes, and moaned softly. I put my hands on her ass, and pulled her against me.

I covered her open mouth with mine, and pushed in my tongue. She sucked my tongue, like it was a cock.

I stopped kissing her, and asked. “Do you really want to get fucked bitch?”

She said, “Only if your man enough too.”

I said,”your not a bad looking piece of ass, for a slut, and your going to get your favor.”

I looked her in the face, as I slid my hand down the front of her shorts. She closed her eyes and started breathing through her mouth. I could feel her bush, it was big and furry.

I worked my middle finger between her lips, and found her opening. As I starting pushing my finger in her, she let out a sigh. I was shocked to discovered, she was still as tight as a teenager.

I said, “Holy Shit Bitch your tight.”

She said.”Thank You.”

As I started finger fucking her. She put her head against my chest moaning,”Uhhhh Ohhh Yessssss, I like that.”

I worked in another finger, and kept working them in and out of her. I curled my fingers in her, and found her hot spot, and that’s all it took.

As her first orgasm over took her, she moaned

“Uhhhh Shitttttttttt.”

Her kadıköy escort knees started to buckled, and my fingers were coated in her warm juices.

I held as she slid to the floor, and sat on her knees.

I pulled out my cock, and said, “Now suck this bitch.” and she did.

She worked me over like a pro. She kissed my balls, and licked the shaft of my penis, she ran her tongue around the head. I watched as my penis slipped between her lips and into her mouth.

She sucked and bobbed her head up and down on it, taking it all in her mouth, so far, the head of my cock was hitting back of mouth making her gag. I haven’t cum in over a week. So I couldn’t take much of this.

I was watching my penis disappearing and reappearing in and out of her warm wet mouth, her drool was bathing my balls. I couldn’t help myself.

I put my hands on the back of her head, and pulled her into my pelvis making her gag and drool even more.

It felt so good, my orgasm had built up quickly in my balls. I couldn’t contain myself, and I exploded in orgasm, shooting my warm sticky load in her mouth, down her throat.

She just sucked harder on my cock, trying to drink it all down, but she couldn’t. Some of it ran out of the corners of her mouth, down over her chin, and onto her breast.

Now it was my turn to sink to the floor. We were squatting on our knees, on the kitchen floor holding each other up, trying to get our breaths back.

We didn’t stay down long, I wanted more of this slut. I had a gut feeling she was far from through with me. I got up and lifted over my shoulder, and carried her to my den, Like a, “Fireman.”

The den is my room.

I have my computer, my TV, my recliner, and a day bed in there. I sat her, in my recliner, as I took the cushions off the back of the day bed, and throw them on the floor. Now the day bed, was just a bed.

I lifted her out of the chair, and pulled her top up over her head, and tossed it on the chair, as I pulled her shorts down, she kicked her feet, to help me get them off. They quickly, joined her top on the chair.

She was wearing a pair of sheer pink panties, with her shoes and socks. I lead her over to the bed, and pushed her down it. She landed with a bounce, and laughed.

I took off her keds and socks. I left her wearing her panties. I wanted to fuck her, so bad, my cock was already hard again.

I knew as soon as I peeled off her panties, and slid my cock into her. I wouldn’t be able to control my self, and I’d cum like a teenager, the first time he got laid. Then it would be over.

I wasn’t going to let that happen if I could help it.I wanted more of this bitch.

I had to stop and admire her, she’s a beauty, with a perfect body. She has brownish aureoles, with nipples the size of gum drops, her belly is flat. She has some dark hairs around her navel with just a slight path of hair, leading down to her big patch of public hair.

I could see stretch marks through her panties, on her lower belly, her thighs are soft, and just a little fleshy between her legs, near her pussy, then they taped into well toned muscled legs, that end with her dainty little feet.

I kissed her forehead, eyes, and nose. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across it. My hands roamed over her breast, as I sucked on her neck.

She moaned and whispered,”don’t give me a hickey, I don’t want any marks left on me.”

I kissed her over her chest, as I caressed her breast, and pinched nipples.

She was moaning loudly saying, “your driving me crazyyyy.”

As my kisses reached her breast. My hand was traveling lower over her belly. I kissed all around her aureoles, and flicked the tip of my tongue back and fouth across her nipples.

She was moaning uncontrollably and whimpering,as her hips were instinctively pumping up and down in air.

I swirled the tip of my tongue around her nipples, first one then the other. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nipped it, as I flicked the tip of my back and forth across it.

She screamed. “Oooh Yesssss and moaned that feels sooo gooood.”

As my hand covered her snatch, she clamped her legs together jerking up and down, as she had another orgasm.

I kept kissing bostancı escort her lower and lower over her panties to her bush. I could smell the nasty musty odor of her excited pussy.

I got between her leg, and said. “Bitch spread your thighs wider.”

I kissed, and sucked on the soft sweet moist flesh of her inner thighs, around her cunt passionately, but I didn’t kiss it. I wanted to tease her, and bring her to the brink of orgasm. I wanted this slut to beg me, to make her cum.

She was flexing her back, and was screaming at me.

“You Fucking Bastard. Eat Me, Eat Me, make me cum, you Bastard.”

Now she was whimpering almost crying begging me, to make her cum, pleading with me,

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum.”

I nudged my head between her thighs, and sucked on the crotch of her drenched panties.I rubbed my nose between her pussy lips from back to front. I kissed, and licked her slit through her soaked panties.

Smelling that nasty musty odor of her twat was driving me nuts. She was squirming around trying to get my tongue on her clit, begging me softly almost under her breath,

“Oh please, stop teasing me,” I put my hands under her ass, as I buried my face in her crotch. As I licked her clitoris through her panties, her body started jerking wildly, she wrapped her legs tightly around my head, bucking her hips up pushing her cunt in my face.

Her juices were leaking out of her through her panties,into my mouth. She collapsed gasping for breath, calling me a

“fucking son of a bitch.”

I got off the bed, and stripped. My penis was rock hard, sticking straight out, dripping pre cum.

Kitty was still breathing through her mouth, with her eyes closed. I couldn’t resist, I position myself, so my cock was over, her mouth. I leaned against the wall, holding myself up with one hand.

My other hand was around my cock. I rubbed the head of my cock across her lips. She sucked me like a lollipop, I fucked her face, for just a few strokes.

Holding my cock in my hand in front of her face, I asked her,

“Bitch, where do you want this next?”

she replied,

“I want it in me,I want you to fuck me, with it you bastard.”

She closed her legs and lifted her hips. As I peeled her soaked panties off, and dropped them on the floor. She nodded her head, and moaned,

“OOOOh Yessssss.”

As I got between her legs, she parted her thighs wider. I nudged the head of my cock just inside her hole, she’s so tight I was afraid. I was going to hurt her. She arched her back, and whispered,

“push it all the way in.”

I entered her incredibly tight, warm, moist hole, in one slow steady push. As my cock entered her, stretching her open, filling her with penis, she closed her eyes, sucked in breath, sighing.

“Aaaaah”

she lifted her hips, to get me in deeper. I was in her, so far the head of my cock was against her cervix.I started slowly at first, but she urged me, to do it harder, she was moaning, and squirming around under me, pushing herself up, as I slammed down into her, the head of my penis, was banging into her cervix. She was going nuts, just like a slut in heat. She was begging me, as we fucked wildly,

“oooh please make me cum, uhhh please, I want to feel you to cumin in me. Oh please, make me cum,cum in me. I want to feel you shooting your jism, In me.”

As her orgasm took over her, she went, so rigid she started to quiver, as more of her secretions leaked of her. As I felt her reach her orgasm, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I erupted in my own body shaking orgasm, spurting my last few drops of sperm inside her.

We collapse together in a heap, panting like dogs on a hot summer day.

We laid there for while, not saying a word, we were to exhausted to speak. I had no idea what to say to her anyway. I still couldn’t believe, I got this lucky.

Finally Kitty asked,

“What time is it?”

I told her, and she said.

“Oh Shit, I have to meet the kids at school in a few minutes.”

As we got dressed, she said,

“that was fun, we have to do it again some time.”

I *WINKED* and said.

“Anytime you have a fantasy Bitch, let me know? I’ll be glad to help you with it.”

She laughed and kissed me, good bye.

I watched her sweet ass jiggling, as she ran down my driveway.

I went out on the porch to enjoy this beautiful fall day, and to checkout all the young Mommy’s, walking their kids home from school.

I love Girl Watching.

The End.

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This is the second part of this story. While I hope that this story may be read enjoyably by itself, reading the first part first will put this continuation of the story in context. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or institution are unintentional and coincidental.

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In a spirit of full disclosure and the encourage others, the author was nude and was seen while writing this story.

Denise and I had a walk equivalent of several blocks to get from our hotel to the old conference center where Sheila Lawson and Peter Windhoven were holding their “Nude Art” symposium. Since we were scheduled to appear nude before strangers for the first times in our lives, you might expect that we would have been slow and tentative that morning. To the contrary, without even thinking about it, we were walking towards the symposium at a very brisk pace.

When we were about halfway to the conference center, Denise said, “Geez Harry! At the pace we’re walking, you’d think that we’re eager to show ourselves off!”

I looked at Denise and smiled. “Maybe we are eager,” I said.

Denise smiled back at me. “Maybe we are,” she replied. Denise took my hand and we walked the rest of the way holding hands.

There were already a number of people milling around inside the conference center lobby when we got there. Across the lobby, we could see door open into a large room that had a lot of easels and chairs set up in it. That seemed like a good place to start looking for Sheila and Peter, and we did find them there.

Sheila, in an old-looking sweat suit, and Peter, in a corduroy jacket and jeans, were standing in a corner talking. The room was very brightly lit and already warm. The easels and chairs were set up around roughly three sides of an elevated platform. The platform was about three above the level of the room floor.

As Denise and I walked carefully among the easels towards Shelia and Peter, Sheila turned and saw us. “Good morning,” she called. “Are you ready to get naked?” Sheila started towards us. As she got closer, she said, “Good News. The final enrollment was 70 people, twenty more than we expected. You didn’t secretly sign up a bunch of friends to show off to did you?”

Once Sheila got next to us, she pointed to the platform. “Obviously, that’s where we’ll all be posing. We’ve got a table out in the hall that we can move in if we need it.” Sheila point to a door at the back of the room. “You can use that room to undress,” Sheila said, “or you can just strip off in a corner here. That’s what I’ll do. Peter will keep an eye on your valuables.” Apart from our room key, we had possessed the presence of mind to leave our valuables back at the hotel.

Our daughter April strode in just then, taking off her coat as she walked. She cheerfully called, “Good morning!” When April got up to us, she hugged Denise and then hugged me. “This is a great day,” April said. “I get to spend the whole day nude with my parents.”

Shelia was obviously pleased with April’s enthusiasm. She repeated for April the short explanation she had given to Denise and me. When she finished that, she added, “You probably want to take your clothes off now so that any marks your clothes left on your skin have time to disappear. In a couple of minutes, Peter will start herding everyone in.”

“I certainly don’t want a change room,” April said and walked to the back of the room where there were a few chairs without easels. Denise and I followed April. April tossed her coat over a chair. She then sat down and pulled off her boots and wooly socks. April stood back up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She wore nothing underneath. The nipples on her perfectly shaped breasts looked a bit hard to me.

“Are you excited about this?” Denise teased our daughter.

“Sure, aren’t you?” April teased back.

“Yeah,” Denise said with a grin.

Denise and I tried to neatly lay our coats in a pile on the floor. We sat down and removed our shoes and socks. We both stood back up, facing April in a rough circle. Denise was also wearing a sweatshirt, which she pulled over her head. Since we had been cautioned against underwear, Denise was also bare under her top. I pulled off the rugby shirt I had worn.

April, Denise, and I stood facing each other, all three of us bare from the waist up. We smiled at each other and, more or less simultaneously, undid our trousers and pushed them down. After we had each gotten our pants off over our feet, we were all naked and barefoot.

I have said, truthfully, that my wife and daughter were, and are, very beautiful women. I had always thought that they were both stunning no matter what they wore. That morning, I realized that they were both even more beautiful wearing nothing but their skin. They were also both sexy.

Sheila came up to us again, still in her sweat suit. “You’re all nude. Great! Just have a seat on those chairs. I’ll bostancı escort get started as soon as Peter gets everyone in the room.”

Despite being nude, April, Denise, and I were not very obtrusive sitting in chairs against the back wall of the room. After quite a bit of running around, Peter finally got everyone inside the room and seated at an easel.

Still in her sweat suit, Sheila got up on the platform. In a loud voice, she said to the room, “Good morning and thank you for joining us. I’m Professor Sheila Lawson. Together with my partner, Peter Windhoven (Sheila pointed at Peter); I’m the organizer on this symposium on Nude Art. We hope that you will have an enjoyable two days and that you learn something useful to you as you make your art in the future. We also hope that you make some good art while you are here.”

Sheila took a breath and looked around the room. As you would expect at the start of such a program, everyone was giving Sheila their undivided attention. Sheila resumed, “This symposium is only about depicting the nude human body. We believe that the human body is the highest form of art and that it should be exposed and enjoyed rather than concealed.”

Sheila pulled her sweatshirt off over her head and dropped her sweat pants. Now nude, she continued her introduction. “I am also one of the models for this symposium. You will be drawing my nude body and the nude bodies of the three other models we have with us. Will those models please join me on the platform?”

April, Denise, and I stood. We stepped onto the platform and formed a line slightly behind Sheila. I was acutely aware that I was standing naked on a platform in front of 70 clothed people. I was very conscious that everyone in the room could see my face, my bare chest, my bare legs, and my bare dick and balls. Rather than being intimidated or embarrassed, I felt like I had shed chains that I hadn’t even realized I was carrying. I was actually proud to be standing there exposed to the room. I glanced at Denise. The look on her face told me that she was feeling the same way.

Sheila introduced us to the attendees. “Our other models are April, Denise, and Harry. For obvious reasons, we’re not giving you their full names. You may be interested to know that Denise and Harry are married to each other and April is their daughter. April has some prior experience modeling in the nude. However, this is the first time for her parents. I’m sure that they will do a fine job for you, but please forgive any inexperience. We thought that it would be interesting to provide you with a couple of newbies as models. I’m sure that you’ll all be respectful.”

I kept looking around the room, trying to make eye contact with the artists who were looking at my nude body. I finally made eye contact with Denise’s friend Kerry Newell. Apparently, it hadn’t registered with Kerry until that moment that three of the nude models were people whom she knew, worked with, and socialized with. I saw a look of shock on Kerry’s attractive face and saw her nudge her husband Mike, who also knew us well. Kerry and Mike both stared at us open-mouthed. I smiled back at them. After a few moments, the look of shock on Kerry’s face turned into a somewhat sly smile. She made a “thumbs-up” gesture, whether to me, Denise with whom she was closer, or all of us I don’t know.

April, Denise, and I left the platform and sat back down after Sheila had finished her introductory speech. Sheila did the first pose, on her right side with her right arm holding up her head. While all of the attendees were diligently drawing, I did catch Kerry Newell giving a few surreptitious glances in our direction.

Sheila held her pose for a full 45 minutes. After Peter, standing by one of the doors, called time, April replaced Sheila on the platform. April’s first pose had her lying flat on her back with her legs slightly apart. Although it was not that demanding, I was impressed that our daughter held the pose unflinchingly for nearly an hour. During that time, several of the artists stood to get a better view of April.

We took a twenty minute break after April’s pose was finished so that the artists could get more coffee and go to the washroom. As soon as the break started, Sheila came over to Denise and me. “Are you two still ok?” she asked. We nodded affirmatively.

“Good,” Sheila said. “After the break, I want the two of you up there. Just stand together facing the artists. Maybe you ought to hold hands, you are married after all. And, whatever you do, stay perfectly still until we call the pose over. There’s a john for you in the change room.”

Although I had intentionally avoided fluids that morning, I thought I would be wise to take a quick leak. I ducked into the change room and immediately saw the toilet against one wall with nothing screening it. I took a quick piss and went back out to stand with Denise and April.

When most of the artists were back in front of their easels, Sheila told us “Get up ümraniye escort bayan there.” I followed Denise’s bare ass onto the platform. We walked to the front of the platform and stood facing the room. I reached out and took Denise’s left hand so that our hands were clasped between us. Moving only my eyes, I sought out Kerry and Mike. Both of them were now smiling, and drawing feverishly. A few minutes into our pose, the building HVAC kicked on and a stream of warm air blew across my dick. The air felt good. I was again surprised at how good I felt to be standing nude on a platform with my nude wife in front of a room full of clothed people.

Standing absolutely still is difficult enough, at least for me, any time. It becomes more difficult when you’ve been instructed not to move at all so that you are constantly thinking about it. Still, I think that we managed it, at least well enough. At the time, it seemed like we were standing there for hours. It was actually “only” about 40 minutes.

We took a short break to stretch after the first pose. Sheila put us in our second pose, still standing, but facing each other with an inch or two of space between our bodies. Denise had her head tilted down, with her hair falling forward, and my hands were on her hips. We again had to stand completely still. The advantage of this pose was that I could see most of Denise’s face which was largely screened from the artists by the tilt of her head and her hair. I think that I can read my wife’s emotions from her face pretty accurately. Assuming that I’m right about that, Denise was quietly having the time of her life.

After about 45 minutes, Sheila called an end to the pose and announced the lunch break. To us, Sheila said, “We’re having some sandwiches and drinks brought in here so that you don’t have to get dressed, unless you want to.” None of April, Denise, or I wanted to.

Denise did challenge Sheila, politely. “How come April got to pose with her legs spread but you’ve had me standing up?” Denise asked. I glanced at April and saw that she was smiling.

Sheila was smiling, too, as she answered. “I was just trying to break you in gently. Are you sure that you’re ready to be that exposed?”

More emphatically than I’d have expected, Denise replied, “I’m ready. I really want everyone to see my cunt.” Denise immediately realized what she had just said, and blushed a little. She didn’t retract her statement though.

“I’ll see what we can do after lunch,” Sheila said, still smiling.

As the artists filtered back into the makeshift studio from lunch, Kerry Newell came up to us. “What got you into this?” she asked, not unpleasantly.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you over lunch some time,” Denise replied.

Kerry took a couple of steps to walk away, but then turned back to face us. “Is it really as much fun as it looks?” she asked.

“It is much, much better,” Denise answered.

Kerry ducked her head and blushed slightly. “You know, I think that I envy you,” Kerry said. She smiled and walked back to her easel next to her husband.

Sheila and April each did long poses to start the afternoon session. I couldn’t help wondering if Sheila had done that on purpose to give Denise more time to ponder, or anticipate, Sheila’s quasi—promise to let Denise display her cunt to the artists.

Sheila finally put us back on the platform. Sheila had me sitting on the platform facing the side wall of the room to my left. Sheila had Denise lying on her stomach with her chest on my right thigh. Denise’s feet and ass pointed towards the front of the room. Before Sheila left the platform, she pushed Denise’s thighs apart a good distance. “Hold that,” Sheila said as she left the platform. Denise wasn’t extremely exposed, but her cunt had to be visible to at least some of the artists. I hoped that she was satisfied, for the time-being.*

The pose was relatively comfortable, which was good because we had to hold it a long time. Of course, we had to stay stock still. However, Denise’s head was basically in my lap and she was facing the back of the room. About halfway through the pose, without moving anything except her lips, Denise started blowing a stream of breath onto my dick. She wasn’t blowing hard enough for anyone but me to notice. I think that she was hoping to get me hard. It felt nice.

When Peter announced that the pose was finished, Denise and I stood up, hugged each other, and kissed. That earned us a round of applause from the artists. Denise and I joined April, all nude, on the chairs at the back of the room. Peter began leading a discussion with the symposium attendees. The topics being discussed seemed to me to be technical art questions. Not being an artist, I soon quit listening and thought back on a strange, but exciting and rewarding day.

When the discussion session ended, April, Denise, and I started getting dressed. Sheila Lawson was still walking around the room, stark naked, answering questions. Kerry and Mike kartal escort Newell came up to us as we were dressing.

“Do you guys want to get a drink?” Mike asked. “It looks like there is a decent bar next to our hotel.” It turned out that Mike and Kerry were staying in the same hotel as Denise and me. We agreed to walk back with them and have a drink.

Before we left, April reminded us, “You’re meeting Jeremy and me for dinner at 7:30, right?” That was April’s way of making sure that we’d buy her and Jeremy a good dinner, but I didn’t mind that.

“Yes dear,” I said. “Remind me how to find the restaurant.”

“I’ll text directions to Mom,” April replied.

It was around 5:00 p.m. We’d been nude continuously since 8:45 that morning. Clothes felt very uncomfortable. As we started to walk out with Kerry and Mike, Denise said softly, “I wish that I could just stay naked.”

The bar next to the hotel was warm and cozy on a cold February evening. It was the sort of place I like with dark paneling, good beer, a TV behind the bar showing sports, and an attractive barmaid. We talked for a time about Kerry’s and Mike’s impressions of the symposium and about how Mike had gotten so heavily into drawing.

Kerry asked the question that had clearly been on both of their minds all along. “What is it like to be a nude model, especially in front of so many people?”

Denise answered. “You know, we’re taught that we’re supposed to be ashamed and embarrassed when someone other than our spouse or our doctor sees our ‘private parts.’ I didn’t feel at all ashamed or embarrassed. It’s odd, but I really felt like I had gotten a special privilege getting to be naked and have all of you look at me.”

“Is it a turn on?” Kerry asked.

“Yes, but you can’t enjoy it fully in the moment,” Denise said. “There’s enough to think about just holding the pose. I’m more excited now remembering what I did today than I was while I was doing it. Oh, and, the anticipation is really hot. Thinking about what it will be like to be nude in front of a bunch of people really got me going.”

“What about you, Harry?” Mike asked. “How did you keep it down?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “It was a sexy experience, but the biggest things I felt standing up there nude were a sense of liberation and empowerment. Like Denise said, even though you’re standing completely still, you have a lot to think about.” I tried for a laugh: “Also, Sheila Lawson promised me that she’d cut it off if it got hard.”

“There’s a disincentive,” Kerry quipped.

“Would you do it again?” Mike asked.

“We are, tomorrow,” Denise replied.

“I meant after the symposium is over,” Mike clarified.

“Absolutely!” Denise said. “My concern is that we won’t be able to find enough opportunities to show off nude without getting busted.”

“You’ve become very much the exhibitionist,” Kerry said.

In an emphatic tone, Denise responded, “Try it Kerry. It’s great. The realization that people are seeing just you, not some pricey dress or suit, is really something. Besides, I think that my tits, ass, and cunt look pretty damn good.”

“They certainly do,” Mike said. “April looks incredible nude too.” Mike quickly blanched, fearful that he’d offended us talking about April.

I let Mike off of the hook by saying, “Yes, she is even more beautiful nude than clothed.”

Kerry asked, “Do you mind that your daughter is modeling nude?”

“I’m doing it too,” Denise said. “Actually, I think it’s great and I’m very glad that she got us into doing it.”

Kerry asked, “What’s that Sheila Lawson said this morning about April having some experience modeling?”

I related the story of how I had disliked April’s freshman job working in a dining hall and asked her to find something else this year. “So, she became a nude model for Sheila Lawson,” I concluded.

April did text directions to Denise so we met April and Jeremy at the restaurant on time. Denise and I had met Jeremy before, but we didn’t know him very well. As you’d expect of a water polo player, Jeremy was tall and fit-looking. He had the sort of square-jaw; genteelly rough looks that were almost the stereotype Joe College athlete.

Jeremy’s personality turned out to be anything but a smug athlete. Our dinner conversation ranged over many topics. I was impressed that both April and Jeremy seemed well and widely informed. Jeremy listened carefully when others spoke. When he spoke, it was in a soft voice, using complete sentences that only rarely contained “I” or “me.”

Jeremy already knew, of course, that April did nude modeling. He also knew that the three of us were nude models at the symposium. I was surprised when April said that Jeremy had never seen her nude. April teased Jeremy with a mock pout as she said, “I guess that my body just doesn’t get it for him.”

“You are very beautiful,” Jeremy said, seeming a little embarrassed. “I just don’t want to rush anything.”

I took Jeremy’s comment to mean that he was genuinely interested in and cared about April and didn’t want to risk screwing up a relationship that he really wanted by rushing into sex.

April continued, “I invited Jeremy to the symposium tomorrow. Professor Lawson will let him in for free.”

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Sara and me

My wife Sara is a 32 year old Human Sexuality teacher at a local high school. She’s a gorgeous, sexy woman, fifteen years my junior, and she spares nothing to make sure I’m sexually satisfied, occupied, and happy.

Aside from giving incredible blow jobs and fucking like a she-devil, Sara has a complete arsenal of more advanced skills and talents. And so do I.

I love to lick and suck my beautiful wife’s pussy. I love sliding a finger into her while I lick her clit. I love hearing her sweet cries of ecstasy as I give me an orgasm with my mouth.

I love sliding my hard cock into her and feeling her pussy flex and grip me as she catches her breath. Holding me by the neck and shoulders, she looks into my eyes and licks my mouth. Her pelvis flexes and thrusts toward me, her legs spread as wide as they’ll go. She’s so beautiful like this, an angelic slut.

She says, “I love how you fuck me, you big stud. I love being your little whore. You really know how to take care of your girl. Thank you, master.”

I fuck her deeply, steadily, slowly. Then, I love how she knows just when to reach through our legs and clutch my big heavy swaying balls as I begin to cum. She rubs and probes my ass with her delicate finger, whispering, “You are such a fucking stud, baby, fill your pretty girl with your cum, please!” I cum what seems like gallons as she kisses and bites my neck..

Suffice to say we are never bored or out of ideas in the bedroom.

She and I also work hard to make sure our minds are as sexually active as our bodies. Stories, fantasies… we are always talking dirty to each other.

One of the sexiest subjects we discuss is her classroom full of college hotties. She knows I like the young ones – girls just old enough to be legally lusted after … these are a prominent feature of my fantasies.

Sara is all for my tastes, and really gets excited kartal escort when one of her student’s catches my eye. She knows I’ll never stray, and that while I may really enjoy her telling me about the latest young angel in her class while she strokes my hard shaft to orgasm, pumping large jets of cum onto her waiting, licking tongue while she gazes up at me sweetly, that’s as far as it will ever go.

We’ll be sitting in the den after dinner and she’ll nuzzle up to me and say, “I have a new student, today, stud.” And she’ll begin petting me lightly at first. “She’s a really pretty girl, tall, blond with gorgeous legs, and with a very cute face. It’s almost as if her mouth were designed to suck your big cock, you know?”

Soon she has my shaft out of my unzipped jeans and she’s giving me a full-on hand job while talking about her new student, whispering delightfully naughty things to me while licking my ear lobe and probing the inner recesses of my ear.

She’s the best lover I’ve ever had. As the old saying goes, the ideal woman is a lady in company and a whore in bed. That is Sara in a nutshell.

The Hand Job class

One of Sara’s classes is an all-girl “Instructional” course created to guide young ladies through the complex and confusing labyrinth of premarital relations. The class is for 18-and-over girls.

The goal is to present viable, attractive alternatives to intercourse.

Put in plain terms, it’s a hand job class.

And I am the practice subject for the young ladies. Each and every one of them has repeatedly wrapped one of her sweet eager teen hands around my hard cock, stroking firmly and sexily up and down, and up and down, and palmed, cradled and massaged my heavy, full balls in her other hand, and brought me to orgasm.

And this takes place in a class while the rest of these lovely sexy girls – and my gorgeous sexy wife – look on. maltepe escort bayan I must say I’m something of an exhibitionist. So it just doesn’t get any better than this.

As amazing as it might seem, I absolutely must admit that, at first, I turned the offer down to be the hand job practice model for a roomful of hot young college angels. Yes that’s right: when my wife asked if I’d like to be jacked off by more than 25 young, sexy, intelligent girls over the course of a semester, I said no.

I said no to magical young ladies’ hands coaxing large jets of sperm out of my cock while my stunning, approving wife looked on. Just the idea of getting tugged on by ONE of Sara’s students makes me rigid and twitching in my jeans. The thought of having more than 25 DIFFERENT beauties learn the art on ME was overwhelmingly arousing.

I certainly didn’t shrink from the idea of being the focus of numerous nubile young ladies learning how to give hand jobs. But I was unsure of Sara’s ultimate outlook on it. She would be right there watching and I didn’t want her to become jealous of my pleasure. After all, I would without doubt find extreme pleasure in the experience, and would certainly be demonstrative and appreciative of the talents and favors of these lovely young women.

“Sara, you know I would love every minute – a LOT – and it would be even better because you are there. But I don’t want you to be jealous. I mean, I am REALLY REALLY going to like this.”

But Sara assured me that such concerns were without merit. “Honey, I know you’re going to love this experience, that’s why I’ve asked you. I know you have a special fondness for my female students, and I know that you’d like nothing more than to have a few of their hands wrapped around your manhood. That is precisely why I want to you have this experience! I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want it for you! Please do escort pendik this — for me.”

How could I refuse? I asked her to promise me that at the first tinge of jealousy or doubt, she would cancel any further sessions with me, and that she would find a different, more neutral subject.

Many of these girls would swoon over the studly track coach, Paul North, I mentioned. Sara looked at me and said, “You don’t know this, honey, but my girls think you’re very hot.” My ears perked up. Her students thought I was hot? Tell me more!

She continued. “When you stopped by the class that one day last month, they got all hushed. When you left they kept asking about you. And when I first brought up the subject of the Hand Job instruction, THEY were the ones who asked after you! I immediately thought it was a great idea, and wholeheartedly agreed with them.”

Sara reached down and began to pet my cock through my pants. “Honey, I want you to have fun with this. Don’t think twice about any jealousy, it won’t happen.”

Enough said. I felt like getting down on my hands and knees and thanking god. Instead I got on my hands and knees and ate my beautiful wife’s pussy, and then mounted her from behind, fucking her with all I had, so turned on was I by the scenarios that were formulating in my head and by the shear selfless sexual generosity my wife had displayed. I truly love this woman, and her gift to me makes me love her even more.

I had her turn around and mounted her missionary. As I thrust into my beautiful wife, she told me about a particularly cute girl that I was going to really like in her class.

“You are going to love Jodie. She’s just your type – slender and cute, with a pixie face, short blond hair, slender thighs that don’t meet when she stands, and a perfect sweet and tasty little ass. Her pretty hands are just small and slender and feminine enough to be perfect for giving you a hand job.”

As my orgasm began I cried out in ecstasy, filling my Sara’s sex with my pent-up seed. I had visions of sweet Jodie dancing in my head, and the exquisite joy of knowing my wife had given me that vision.

Next up…. I meet the girls.

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“That’s all he’s got,” my wife, Elise said, looking at me, her face softened, but still flushed from her love making with Mr B.

Naked, I stroked my cock as she had ordered me too, while they lie spooning on the king-sized hotel bed.

His hand cupped her pussy. He dipped a finger in her and as he did I felt my wife’s eyes on me, watching me watching her. I wondered if her vagina hurt as he fingered her. He’d fucked her every which way, drying out the condom he wore. Twice, she’d instructed me to lubricate him with my hand.

Mr B lasted much longer than I last. Elise wasn’t used to such heavy continuous thrusting. Since she began cuckolding me, she lets me inside her only a couple times a month and when she does, I often can’t help myself and cum within minutes after just a few thrusts.

We’d met with Mr B a few times. Each time, I’d watched them from a chair across from their bed. Mr B liked to cum while on top, in missionary position, enveloping my wife as if he needed maximum contact with her body as he ejaculated into her. He had blonde hair, quick blue eyes, was tall with broad shoulders and possessed a physicality that made him a notable presence. Though I’m not small I felt slight near him.

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This time, they visited together in the bar downstairs while I arranged candles and music in the hotel room we had on the twelfth floor. The big window looked out over the city that twinkled with the rush of human activity. I thought leaving the curtains open would tweak my wife’s secret exhibitionistic need.

They began kissing and caressing the moment they arrived to the hotel room. She reached for his cock with an urgency free of inhibition. She wanted him. I watched her hand. Its persistence mesmerized me. He pulled her close, cupping her bottom. Soon, they were in bed, naked, in a world of their own. Their heat for one another rose and abated and then rose again. Their rhythm varied, like water in a river, flowing, pooling, then flowing again. He took her from behind, then from the side. They rested and kissed. He whispered in her ear. She laughed. When he wasn’t in her, her hand went to his cock like a magnet to steel, as if that one effort was the whole point of this night.

After a lull, he started into her again. He worked his way to orgasm. She gave way, kissed him with her eyes closed, as if under anesthesia, and in that reverie I watched her succumb. She moaned and cried out as he overtook her, his lovemaking subduing the last of the good girl in her. Toward the end, just before he came, he began hammering his pelvis between her parted legs, his round buttocks rose, in and out, in and out, until with a grunt and a final stab-his ass cheeks clenched, his cock, which I couldn’t see, buried ataşehir escort in her-he came. She wrapped her arms around his lower waist pulling him deeper, closer as if she wanted more than anything to feel impaled by his masculine spear, to feel his victory, and the gratitude that coursed through him, a gratitude she’d caused. She stayed pinned beneath him. He whispered in her ear and she laughed again and he kissed her on the cheek twice before he rose slowly. In exhausted contentment, he let out a long sigh.

“Oh, that was good,” he said, stretching his arms wide.

Elise giggled. “Definitely.”

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My wife loves men. She loves their desire- the maleness in them that can’t help but protrude. She loves their greediness, and how they’re able to hide it in their humor and say it with their eyes. She’s loves how a good man will absorb her burden, even carry it for her for little more than a smile. She loves their invasive hands, which make her wet, and their nascent hardness, which tells her a truth she wants. She loves their urgent thrusts, the piston like jerk in the cocks, swelling for her, ready to burst. She loves absorbing a man’s power, getting all of him, his genuine self, until she’s drained him, until there’s nothing left and he’s limp and soft beside her.

She once said, “Feeling a man cum in me is better than having an orgasm myself.”

I know all this because she’s taken all I’ve got. Because she’s drained me many times, left me ragged and depleted, laughed out loud, and sent me scurrying to open the front door when other men have knocked. I’ve never know a woman like her, never had a woman show me her sexual joy so plainly. She’s been so much, so much, so touched and taken, so harshly and lovingly entered and still she remains, in a way, for me, pure, unsullied despite how she’s been ravished, how other men have sent their stickiness deep inside her cunt.

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“I want you to cum for us while we watch you.” She smirked, spooning with Mr B, her confidence high, her eyes cool like icy sidewalks.

“But I want inside you darling.” I said, suddenly feeling desperate.

“I know you do.” She turned and looked over her shoulder at Mr B.. “Should I let him inside me?”

“Sure” he said, as he pulled on her nipple. “I want to see that.”

She scoffed. “He won’t last a minute. Lately he cums like it’s the first time he’s ever done it.”

I sighed, but was grateful to hear Mr B’s request. “What a good guy,” I thought. He must enjoy watching. I took a deep breath and could feel my cock harden a little and twitch with a sensation that left me right on the edge of orgasm. I didn’t touch myself again for fear that’s what would happen. My cock, which had kadıköy escort bayan been pretty hard, grew softer and drooped. I was, you might say, kind of erect, like the erection a guy might have a few minutes after he’s cum, still thick and lengthened but clearly droopy and uninspired. That’s part of my problem. It’s not just that I cum quickly, it’s that my cock isn’t very hard when it happens. I go in soft and come out shriveled.

I moved towards the bed and Elise opened her legs as Mr B slipped into a nearby chair to watch.

I rose over her. Her body was febrile. My thigh touched hers first and the contact felt like a homecoming, as if I hadn’t realized how far from her I’d been while she was fucking Mr B. That feeling upped my need and I needed her terribly.

Elise didn’t reciprocate. She parted her limp legs, left her arms at her side, and when I entered her she made no noise. I struggled to get it in and once inside I softened, though the warmth of her vagina radiated through me. I lifted my head to kiss her on the mouth. I wanted to seal myself to her but she turned her head away, toward Mr B and whispered, “No. Just fuck me.”

She was humiliating me. More and more she was feeling comfortable doing this, pushing me into submission. I wanted to merge. She wanted separation. It pricked my desire. This was not a reunion fuck. I was not “coming home,” to my wife, reclaiming her, uniting in a wondrous merging. No, this was rejection, a brief play, probably for Mr B, to put him on top, to assure him. But a play too for herself, for her own power. My shaft shriveled, my balls swelled, and spit. I was large and small at once. The humiliation rose through me as if I’d been injected with heroin.

I came.

I hadn’t been inside my wife more than ten seconds. I kept thrusting to try to fake it. I wanted to hide my face. My pelvis felt numb, shrunk away in an anxiety of embarrassment. Her hands pressed on my chest, pushing me off.

“You came didn’t you?”

I looked out at the city lights. They were like man-made stars, magnificent, sparkling with power.

“Yes.” I continued looking away.

“See? I told you, he cums like it’s his first time,” she said.

Mr B was standing next to the bed. He had his long thin cock in his hand and it was as hard as I’ve ever seen a cock. He knelt on the bed and Elise reached for him. She pulled him down over her and reached to put him inside her. I might as well have been invisible.

He whispered to her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said.

I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“He’s not wearing a condom,” I said quietly.

She closed her eyes, as if to focus on the sensation. “I know. I want to feel him escort maltepe cum.”

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Elise drove us home. I slumped against the passenger door hypnotized by the passing telephone poles.

“Darling, you know I love you. I love our life together. There’s so much we can share besides sex.”

“But I want sex.” I tried not to sound whiny.

“I know you do.” She smirked. “You want it so much you practically cum just thinking about it.”

I was quiet.

“Look, you’re a cuckold. That’s what you’ve always wanted and dreamed about. Now that I’ve given that to you it’s too much for you. We’ll deal with it. Maybe some prolonged chastity will help. No orgasms. Think you could go 90 days without an orgasm? It’ll be like a reset. I’ll enjoy Mr. B while you learn control. Let’s try it, darling. I know it’ll be a stretch. But I want you to go 90 days without cumming.”

“Sure.” I said flatly.

@@@@@.

Thirty days into my chastity I came home from work and noticed my wife’s car in the garage. She was home early. I went out to the backyard and noticed, through a crack in our bedroom curtains, my wife lying on our bed. I crept closer and peeked in. She was on the phone but had her white vibrator pressed between her thighs. She was masturbating.

The sight of her, immersed in pleasure, on the phone with Mr B, jolted me, as if I’d suddenly encountered a rattlesnake. Small needles spread from my twitching and thickening cock. I shuffled my feet, my balls swelled, and I felt that unwelcomed tickle at the base of my shaft, a sign I knew, meant I was suddenly right on the edge. I looked away. I inhaled and tried to hold it off, but I couldn’t control myself. My penis spasmed several times, spitting out enough cum to stain the jeans I’d worn to work. I turned away and stomped my foot. I’d never done this. I didn’t think it was possible. I felt alienated, caught in a spell over which I had no control.

I peeked again. Still on the phone, my wife arched her back slightly and raised here hips. She was having an orgasm. I waited until she’d hung up. I untucked my shirt, passed her in the hall with a light kiss hello, then rushed to my closet and changed pants.

As we sat at dinner she asked, out of the blue. “Have you been a good boy?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, flushing.

“I mean have you been touching yourself? I saw you watching me this afternoon through the window and I imagined you reached inside your pants and jerked off. Did you?”

“No. I didn’t touch myself.”

“That’s good. You know, I thought just seeing me on the phone with Mr B might have made you cum in your pants, without even touching yourself. Can men do that?”

“I think so.”

“Stand up let me see if you’ve got a cum stain there.”

I rose slowly and stood before my wife who grasped my cock hard through the crotch of my jeans.

“No stain. Good boy. Maybe this chastity is helping with your problem. Do you think it is?

“I hope so,” I said, looking away.

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Trisha was excited and a bundle of nerves all day that day. The 19-year old has been seeing Ian for about two months and that night may be the night they take their relationship “to the next level”. They have kissed and performed some light touching over clothes and undies but nothing more than that. Ian, who is 3 years older, has got his own apartment in the city and has invited Trisha for “dinner and possibly breakfast” at his place. Although not a virgin, she giggled nervously to the invite and could only mutter, “Err…we’ll see about that!” However, she was ready to give herself to the engineering undergraduate, whom she found quite mature for his age. Trisha has always been attracted to guys much older than her. In fact, her first time was with a 42-year old photographer whom she modeled for after school.

She looked at herself naked on the full length mirror in her room. Trisha was about 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighed about 110 pounds. She had almost a Barbie like look – the tiny waist, flat tummy, the long, slender and shapely legs, and shoulder-length straight blonde hair. She raised her hands to her head and focused on parts of her body that Ian had yet to see. Her 34C breasts were perfectly shaped and sized to be fully cupped by a grown man’s hands. Her areoles were quarter sized and light brown in color. She had perfect smooth skin with zero freckles. Trisha turned her body and studied her buttocks which were tight and smooth. She turned to face the mirror again and her jaw nearly hit the floor. Terror was written all over her face when she noticed the blondish patch of hair on her pubes. She ran to her cell phone on the bed and called the wax spa, her eyes nervously looking at the clock on the wall. It was 5.15 p.m.

“Madam Lee? Hi, this is Trisha. I need some work done urgently. Can I come over right now?”

“Hi Trisha. Oh, I’m so sorry. We are fully booked today and we close at 6 on Saturdays. How about tomorrow?”

“No, no, tomorrow won’t do. I have a date tonight…and I need my…private areas waxed. Please…please, you gotta help me,” Trisha pleaded.

“We are short handed today, Trisha. Two of my girls are on sick leave. We’ve got our hands full. I’m so sorry,” the elderly lady on the other side explained.

Trisha thanked the owner, hung up and immediately called the other wax centers. Unfortunately, they were all closed. She has been following her mom’s advice since puberty not to shave her privates. In fact, she doesn’t even own a razor. Trisha goes to Madam Lee’s wax spa at least once a month. She remembers having a conversation with Ian and he did tell her that he likes it smooth down there. No time to put on undies, Trisha put on a long tee and went downstairs. Her dad was watching football on television with a can of beer in his hand. He had a hand on his head and Trisha knew the Rams were not doing too well.

“Hey Dad. How far are we behind?”

“Hi honey…hmmm…3 touchdowns,” he replied with a sad tone.

“And you’re still watching?” Trisha teased.

“Well, nothing better to do on a Saturday night. On top of that, your mom’s not here.”

Trisha’s mom had gone to Seattle to take care of her grandma who had a fall recently. It has been only two days and her absence was being felt especially in the kitchen.

“You’re going out tonight?” her dad asked.

“U-huh.”

“Same guy…what’s his name?”

“Ian.”

“Oh yes…Ian. When am I going to see his face?”

“Tonight. He’s going to pick me up!”

“That’s good. Don’t worry about me. I think I have some leftover pizza in the freezer…You’re not going dressed like that, are you?” her dad asked, looking at her tee that was doing a bad job hiding her long legs.

“No…of course not. I need to shower and get dressed but…”

“But what?”

“Well…not sure how to say this…”

“Spit it out, honey. I’m your dad. You can discuss anything with me.”

Trisha takes a deep breath and blurts out, “Can I borrow your razor?”

“Wh…what do you need my razor for?”

“Err..you know…,” Trisha said, making a shaving motion just below her tummy.

“I thought you…and your mom…only wax,” her dad said half mockingly.

“Yes, but the wax centers are either too busy or closed.”

“Go tomorrow…oh, wait…no need to explain…I get it.”

Trisha was relieved she did not need to go into details on why she needed her pubes smooth that night. Her dad sat quietly and kept watching TV.

After much silence, he asked, “Have you used a razor before?”

“Errr…no.”

“Are you sure you won’t accidentally cut yourself? It’s not a pretty sight, you know.”

Trisha thought about it for a moment. Her dad was right. The blades were sharp and it won’t be easy shaving around her tender pussy lips, especially when she had not done it before. On top of that, she may miss a few spots. First impressions count and she did not want to blow it with Ian.

“You’re right…but what can I do? Mom’s not even here. Even if she was here, not sure if she can handle a razor…,” she let the last word trail off but kept her eyes glued pendik escort on her dad.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Dad, I’m desperate here and I don’t think we have much choice.”

“We?” her dad gave Trisha a confused look.

“Dad, you’ve got to help me…you need to shave me.”

Her dad nearly dropped the beer.

“What? Are you serious? How??”

“I don’t know. You’re the expert. You shave everyday.”

“I know that but…you’re a grown girl…lady. We’re talking about shaving your…privates here. I’m embarrassed and I’m sure you are too.”

“Of course, I am. But, I am desperate and I can’t think of any other way. I’m running out of time, Dad. Please, you’ve got to help me. It’s okay…you’re my dad, not some stranger guy.”

Her dad thought for a while and reluctantly agreed.

“Okay, how do even do this?”

“I don’t know…you’re the guy with the razor, you call the shots.”

Her dad suggested that Trisha go have a hot shower in her bathroom where the light was brighter. When she was done and ready, to call out for him. She rushed to her room knowing that she didn’t have much time. She took off her tee, stepped into the tub and turned on the warm shower. Her heart was beating nervously fast because she knew that she had to call her dad shortly. Trisha felt quite shy but she understood that desperate times called for desperate measures. She was not sure when was the last time her dad saw her naked but she was quite certain she didn’t look anything like this the last time he did. Her dad was 45, 6 foot 2 inches tall and probably weighed close to 200 pounds. He was not gym fit but wasn’t overweight either. Trisha’s friends have told her that her dad was pretty “hot” and he must have been a hunk in his younger days. She agreed with her friends that her dad was quite good looking but she wasn’t drooling over him like her buddies. After all, it was her dad.

She was done with the shower but was not sure how to present herself when her dad sees her. Should she wear a towel? But wouldn’t that be in the way? She knew the best way to shave would be the same as waxing, that is in the nude. Trisha used one hand to cover her breasts and the other her pussy, and called her dad. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her heart was beating faster and faster as her dad’s footsteps became closer. She heard the bathroom door open.

“Okay to step inside?”

“Sure, Dad,” she said, sounding a bit unsure and nervous.

Her dad pushed the shower curtains aside and stepped into the tub. He was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt with a razor in his hand. He looked up and his mouth dropped slightly.

“Hey,” he said, uncomfortably.

“Hey.”

“Wow…you look…amazing.”

“Thanks Dad. This is awkward, isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s a bit too late to turn back now. So, let’s do this.”

“Okay…”

“I’m not going to use shaving cream…just water. Since you’ve been waxing, I believe you have fine hair…there, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, let me see what I have to work with.”

Trisha slowly removed her left hand and moved it to join the other hand covering her breasts. She was not looking at her dad but she was quite sure he heard him take a deep breath.

“Did you spray the area with warm water?”

“It was mild…not really hot.”

“It’s better to use slightly hot water so that it opens up the pores…it makes shaving easy and more effective. Do you mind if I…?” her dad asked reaching for the shower head.

“You do what you think is right, Dad.”

Her dad adjusted the water temperature until it was hot but not hot enough to burn the skin. He tested it on his hand until it was the right temperature.

“So as not to shock you, I’m going to start at your feet and slowly move up. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He sprayed the hot water on Trisha’s left foot and even that made her almost jump. As her skin got used to the temperature, he slowly moved the spray up her leg, to her knees and then up to her thighs.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

He slowly moved the spray of hot water onto her pussy and that got Trisha shrieking. She took one hand to cover her mouth.

“Part your legs a little…no, put your left foot on the edge of the tub.”

Trisha did as she was told and her dad moved the shower head closer and sprayed the area between her pussy and her anus, and then back to her pussy.

“Just a minute more…”

He then turned the shower off and knelt in front of Trisha. The water was hot but Trisha was a little turned on with the jet of hot water shooting forcefully on her most sensitive areas. She secretly wished he wouldn’t stop. She knew she was a little wet and hoped her dad will not notice. Trisha kept telling herself not to get turned on by the whole situation.

“I’m using new blades and they are really sharp. I suggest you don’t move at all while I’m doing this. Might be a good idea to use those hands to hold on to something.”

Her dad was mesmerized by the sight before him, Trisha had a beautiful pussy, the slit was visible and the maltepe escort pink velvety folds peeked from inside. It was glistening and he wondered if she was wet or was it just water from the shower. Her pubic hair were very fine and golden brown in color, each strand about an inch long.

Trisha had moved one hand to hold onto the wall. The other hand barely covered her breasts. When her dad placed the razor above her pussy mound, she quivered and trembled a little. Her dad waited for her to calm down and then he started moving the razor down and shaved off her pubic hair, stroke by stroke. He did it slowly, gently and along the grain.

“Is this going to be your first time…I mean with Ian?”

Trisha nodded.

“No wonder you’re all jumpy today…so, you won’t be back tonight?”

“If things go well…I’ll see you tomorrow, Dad.”

“You’re…taking precautions and all that, right?”

“Yes, Dad. I’m on the pill…and I’ll make sure he uses a condom, just to be extra safe.”

“That’s good. Ian is a very lucky guy,” her dad said, looking up and admiring her.

He had shaved all the hair in the front. Her mound was now fully visible. Her dad used his hands to touch her to make sure she was smooth. He found a few spots that were a little rough and he applied a few more strokes of the razor, testing each time to ensure it was baby smooth. Trisha knew that she should not be turned on but she was feeling a little excited by the touch of the sharp razor and her dad’s fingers on her privates. She knew she was wet and hoped her juices will not trail down her slender thighs.

“I am sure I got everything on the outside. Is it okay for me to open the lips and see if I missed anything?”

“Sure…Dad.”

Her dad used two fingers to part her lips and found a few strands of hair on the edge of her labia.

“I might need your help here, honey. I need you to use your hands to part your lips so that I can get to a few that I missed. Can you do that?”

“Sure Dad.”

Her hands ached covering up her breasts and she was quite relieved to let them free to assist her dad. She used her fingers to part her pussy lips.

“Wider honey. Yes, that’s it. Now, please try to stay still as I shave here, okay?”

Her dad could almost smell her juices. Trisha kept her pussy lips apart until her clit and her love hole were visible. Her dad expertly used the razor to get rid of the unwanted hair but couldn’t help grazing the tool over her sensitive clit and vaginal folds. Trisha let out a few gasps and soft moans. Her dad apologized but continued. He looked up and saw her daughter’s eyes closed and she looked like she was almost enjoying the moment. He took the opportunity to get a good glance at her breasts and he almost could not take his eyes away. He was thinking to himself that his daughter was a very attractive woman. She was now naked before him and he had his hands on her pussy. That thought alone made his manhood grow longer and hard. He was hoping that it will not be that obvious to Trisha.

“I think I got them all. Do you have hair between your…pussy…and your anus?”

“Not sure, Dad…maybe,” Trisha said, not bothering to cover her breasts or nakedness anymore. Her dad had after all shaved her pussy.

“Let’s wash you up first. The lighting is not good here to check that area, not to mention to shave it. We may have to do that on your bed.”

He used cold water to wash off the shaved area while Trisha used her hands to make sure all the loose hair were off. She was quite happy with her dad’s work. Her pussy looked so inviting and she could not wait to show it to Ian later that night. Furthermore, she was already itching and turned on with the treatment from her dad and his razor. She was quite desperate to be fucked.

Her dad handed her a towel, stepped outside the tub and waited in her room. Trisha quickly dried herself, especially the wetness between her legs. She came out, semi dry, with the small towel hardly wrapped around her lanky frame. Her dad reached for the towel and Trisha spontaneously raised her hands above her head. He swiftly removed the towel to expose her fully and gestured her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her dad placed a pillow and asked her to lie on her back with the small of her back exactly over the pillow. This made her ass to be raised slightly over the mattress and edge of bed, and her toes barely touching the floor. He turned the lamp from the nearby study desk so that the light beamed on her pussy. Her wetness was clear and he did not feel too bad about the hard-on he was experiencing. He knelt on the floor between her legs and admired briefly the sight before him. Trisha had her eyes closed and her hands above her head. Her firm breasts were resting steadily on her chest with her nipples slightly erect.

“Trisha, can you raise one foot and place it on my shoulder…so that I can get a better look?”

“Sure Dad…like this?”

“Yes, perfect. Can you open your legs and raise your hips at the same time?…yes, just like that. Now, keep that position…okay, I see some fine hair behind kartal escort there.”

He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks and with a few strokes managed to make her smooth there too. He used his fingers to trace the valley between her anus and her pussy, making sure it was really smooth. Not satisfied, he ran the razor over the area again and tested his work with his fingers. As he was moving his fingers over the valley, Trisha could not help but to squirm and let a few soft moans escape her mouth.

Her juices overflowed from her slit and streamed down towards her dad’s fingers. Lubricated by the unexpected secretion, her dad became slightly bolder and ran his finger slightly over her tight anus, pretending to check for hair, and then move it upwards towards and over her wet pussy, opening the lips and vaginal folds on the pretext of inspecting his work. His finger tips were covered with her juices and noticing that Trisha had her eyes closed, he moved his fingers to his mouth and quickly tasted her. She tasted incredible and was feeling a little envious of Ian, who will have “all access” to his beautiful daughter that night.

“Honey, I’m almost done. Can you put your other foot on my shoulder and spread your legs wide so that I can do a final check?”

“Like this, Dad?”

“Yes, perfect.”

He hovered his head over her pussy and thoroughly inspected her, running his fingers over every inch of her bare skin, folds and crevices. He was intoxicated by the smell of her pussy and it was a torture for him to keep himself from licking her. He kept saying to himself that this was his daughter, but it had very little effect on him, as he admired the naked woman before him. Trisha herself was unable to keep herself from getting excited. She tried to distract her thoughts by trying to think of less erotic topics but it was no use. At one juncture, she raised her hips by almost three inches when her dad was inspecting inside her pussy, and she nearly hit his nose. She quickly lowered herself and put a hand over her mouth to muffle her soft moans.

“Honey, I think I’m all done here,” her dad said, quite reluctantly. “It feels really smooth when I touch there. Why not you try it yourself and see if I missed anything.”

The naked Trisha was guiltily enjoying the moments of being touched by her dad and his razor. She looked up at her dad almost in a daze, her eyes a little dreamy. Trisha slowly moved her fingers down to touch her pubes. It looked like she was touching herself in front of her dad and that erotic thought alone made her really wet. It had the same effect on her dad whose “excitement” was a little hard to conceal. Trisha raised her knees to her chest and ran her fingers from her anus to her pussy and back to her anus. She didn’t feel like stopping as she enjoyed doing that while her dad watched intensely.

Satisfied, she sat on the edge of the bed, catching her breath before standing up and walking to get a few tissues. She used them to wipe between her legs.

“Thank you, Dad. You’re a life saver.”

“Sure…by the way, might be a good idea not to mention any of this to your mom. She might be upset that you actually used the razor.”

Both of them laughed. Trisha was quite comfortable being naked with her dad. He had seen everything and there was nothing to hide or be modest about.

“Might be a good idea also to put some lotion on those areas,” advised her dad, noticing that the shaved areas were a little pink.

“Yes, I know. Thanks again. Trust me, I wouldn’t want to put you through this again.”

Noticing that her dad had no immediate intention to leave her room, she asked, “I’m wondering if you can still help me prepare for my date tonight.”

“Why…sure. I’ll be glad to.”

“Maybe you can help me…choose what to wear?”

“Yes, that’ll be fun…I think.”

“On one condition…You decide as a man and not as my Dad, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Firstly, I better wear some undies before I catch a cold.”

She laid out a few pairs of bra and panties on the bed. Her dad chose a smooth textured half cup black bra and a matching high cut bikini panty. Before putting them on, Trisha applied lotion all over her body. She asked her dad’s help when she could not reach some sections of her back and he happily obliged. Then she lay on the bed and applied perfume at strategic points, especially near her breasts, ears, elbows, between the thighs, pussy and her anus. She used a different perfume with a roller ball to line the area between her pussy and her anus, and her cleavage. Trisha smelt like a million bucks and her dad was experiencing first hand his daughter preparing herself to get fucked.

After she put on the undies, it was time for the dress and her dad wanted her to wear something white but sexy. Trisha displayed a few options for him. Her dad had a tough time making up his mind or maybe he just wanted to prolong the time Trisha was in her undies. He settled for a loose very short dress that ended half way up her thighs. It had two wide straps that began from the rear of the dress, each over her shoulder blades and shoulders, before fully covering her front. That means her sides will be fully exposed that you can view the straps and even glimpses of her bra cups. The back is almost bare, except for the two wide straps, but you can view the clasps of her bra.

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