Alexandra Flatly Ch. 03

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Chapter 3. Expanding Options are Explored.

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One day the next week Alexandra dragged me into the Science Lab saying “I can’t wait any longer, I need to drink your cum!” Again she mashed her huge tits against me as she kissed me madly.

We were in the storage room, out of sight from anyone when the door to the classroom opened again. In came the Science Teacher, Mr. Feldman followed by Ms. Cropley, my English Teacher.

To my amazement, as soon as they were both in the room they were in each others arms kissing madly! Their hands were all over each other as Alexandra and I watched through the storage room door.

“God, Baby, I’m so hot for it! Gimme that big dick!” she moaned while grabbing for his zipper with frantic hands.

“I have to see your big tits!” he said, trying to force her suit jacket off her shoulders.

“We don’t have time! Just fuck me, now!” She spun in place as she said this. Quickly she hauled her skirt up over her ass.

“Crotch-less panties!” I whispered to Alexandra, “Ms. Cropley wears crotch-less panties!”

I couldn’t believe my eyes! There, not forty feet from me, my prim and proper English teacher was bent over a lab bench, her skirt pulled up revealing an amazing pair of legs clad in the darkest hose. Her hose was held up by garters and her dripping pussy was revealed by crotch-less pantyhose!

His pants were around his knees as he shuffled up to her. His dick was a hard length of pulsing flesh as he began pounding it to her.

They were fucking like dogs in heat! The only sound louder than his breathing were the moans and cries of pleasure that she made while thrusting back at him as hard as she could.

The entire time she was talking to him. “Your big dick feels so good! Ram it to me, stud! Fuck me hard with that big dick of yours! God, I love it!” On and on she went praising the size of him, daring him to fuck her harder and harder.

His face was getting red with strain while he tried to go faster and harder.

Alexandra breath was hot and moist in my ear as she watched the two teachers going at it. She was jacking me slowly, keeping me primed.

“Damn, if she thinks HE’S got a big dick, she should see what I’m holding!” she giggled. She sank to her knees again and began to suck me off with slow, sensuous movements of her hot mouth.

In the lab things were quickly drawing to a climax. Ms. Copley’s butt was shaking from the pounding delivered by the Science Teacher. Her cries were getting higher pitched and he was grunting with effort.

Suddenly she stiffened, her legs locking, her back tightening and her body shivering. As she jammed her hand in her mouth to stifle her screams he pushed forward and remained jammed against her butt as he came into her spamming cunt.

Almost at once they began straightening up.

As he zipped up his pants he looked at her and said “I never got to play with your huge titties! I wish you’d have let me!”

“Oh, lover, you know how long it takes me to get out of this rig, and even longer to get back into it! I’ll tell you what, you bring your big self to my place tonight and we’ll play for as long as you like!” Her smile was sexy as all hell. I couldn’t believe this was my English Teacher speaking!

“I can’t tonight, my wife has some stupid plans. We’ll get together next week, okay?”

“Sure, whatever.” Her voice was chilly with disappointment as they walked out the door.

Just as the door closed Alexandra jammed her index finger up my butt and started to massage my prostrate causing me to erupt into her mouth. I came a bucket-load, fantasizing that it was Ms. Cropley that was sucking my dick.

I had English next to last period. Last period was Study Hall, one of the perks of being a Senior.

As I sat in class my mind was not on the discussion of Herman Melville!

Looking at Ms. Cropley now after seeing her with Mr. Feldman I saw things differently. She always wore skirts and jackets. I had noticed that her upper body was bulky, I had assumed she was chubby or fat. Having seen her legs earlier I knew she was not. What had she and Mr. F meant? He had said she had big tits; “huge” was the word he used. She had referred to her “rig”. That it was hard to take off and put on. What did it all mean?

And she looked sexier now. Her lips seemed plumper, her hair shinier. Maybe it was knowing that she was wearing crotch-less panty hose!

I had to try to find out more. If she liked Mr. F’s dick, what would she think of my huge dong? Alexandra was crazy for it, maybe Ms. Cropley would be too! How was I to test this theory?

As class was ending I made up my mind.

Approaching her desk my dick was a long thick tube down my pant leg. Not fully hard, it still made an impressive bursa eskort bulge. I made no attempt to hide it as I stood next to Ms. Cropley’s desk.

“Ms. Cropley,” I began, “I wonder if I could arrange to get some tutoring in English. I’m having a hard time in class.”

“Tommy, I’m sorry. I don’t tutor. And your class work is fine! You don’t seem to be having a difficult time at all!” She replied without looking up.

I gulped nervously as I went for broke.

“Well, you see Ms. Cropley, sometimes things are harder for me than you can imagine. Like earlier today when I was sorting some chemicals in the Science Lab, you know, around 11:15?”

Her head snapped up. “Elev… Eleven-Fifteen?” She stammered. Her face went pale and then pink. “You were in the Science Lab then?”

“Sure was, and things got really hard for me, too! I was hoping you could help me out!” I sensed that I had her on the ropes, and I had to keep her off balance.

“What, um, that is, um, what do you want?” she quavered.

“I just want you to help me with a hard problem I’m having.” I leered at her as I shifted my books from one hip to the other.

The movement brought her attention to my crotch. I saw her eyes widen in shock as she saw the size of the bulge in my chinos. She moistened her lips unconsciously as she gazed at me.

“A hard problem? Yes, you do have a hard problem” she murmured.

“I know you like to work on big problems. Do you think you could help with a problem as large as I have?” I asked playfully.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I’d like to try!” She seemed to be over her concern as she continued to stare. The more she stared the harder I got. My dick almost reached my knee and it was almost at full strength.

“Yes, some tutoring might be the best thing for me, I mean you. I really want to help you solve your problem.” She was smiling now as she glanced into my eyes. The shift in her attitude was complete as she returned her attention to my stretched out chinos.

As we drove toward her place she encouraged me to sit as close to her as I could. Her hand rested on my leg, agonizingly close to the rock hard dick in my pants.

As she kneaded my leg I tried to slip a hand under her jacket. The many references that she and Mr. Feldman had made to the size of her breasts had me mad with curiosity. How big WERE her tits?

“Oh, honey, don’t waste your time,” she scolded me. “You wont be able to feel a thing under this rig I’m forced to wear, wait until we get to my place! I’ll have a couple of big surprises for you once we are inside!” Her voice was dripping with promise.

I slid my hand down onto her knee and began to work my way up her leg. She didn’t protest. Indeed, she inched her thighs as far apart as she could encouraging my explorations. Finally I jammed one and then two fingers into the sopping wet slit I found exposed by her crotch-less panties.

Slowly, agonizingly, her hand moved closer to my dick as she continued to caress and knead my leg. Finally she slid her fingers over the shaft of my dick that was trapped against my leg in my now skin-tight chinos.

“My God, child! You’re as thick as a baseball bat! The working end!” Her voice was hoarse with passion. “I’ve never felt one so thick!”

Her hand remained on my dick for the rest of the journey. Molding the saturated fabric tightly to the shaft and head. Her efforts concentrated on the head of my dick. As she worked, my dick-head pulsed with each beat of my heart, growing bigger and harder under her gentle ministrations.

Once at her place she giggled at me as I tried to walk from the car to the front door. I could barely stand. My dick was so hard and ran so far down my pant leg that I had to bend at the waist like an old man in order to move. I shuffled slowly into the house as she watched.

“Oh, babykins, that must be painful! Well you just hop up on this barstool and I’ll try to relieve the pressure!”

She helped me up onto the stool. She was correct. I could not have sat down on the sofa, my dick would have snapped off, it was so hard!

“MMMMhhhmm, Babykins, I can hardly wait!” Her hands were both on my dick, squeezing and caressing.

I leaned forward and kissed her, sliding my hands under her jacket. I found that I couldn’t reach around her. It felt like holding a tree trunk or a oak cask. There was no give at all, no clue as to what was hidden under her clothes. I think my disappointment must have shown on my face.

“Honey, I told you! You can’t feel anything just now. Wait a few minutes and I’ll change. But right now…” Her voice trailed off as she slowly slid to her knees in front of me.

She made quick work of my belt and zipper. Urging me upright she slid my pants down out of the way. With a groan she reached into my boxer shorts and grasped the steel hard shaft.

“I’ve never felt such a hard dick! And so hot!” Her voice was quivering bursa escort bayan with lust. The look in her eyes was ferocious.

Laughing gaily she spun out of my embrace. “You just wait, though! You’ll be pleasantly surprised I think!”

Speaking to me through the almost closed bedroom door she said, “Tommy, given what I truly hope is going to happen soon you should call me Veronic, that’s my first name.”

“Okay, Veronica, I will.”

“Are you going steady with that new girl, Andrea?”

“Alexandra?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’s her name. She’s really got a terrific little figure, doesn’t she?”

“She sure does! But I’m not sure that “little” is the word I’d use to describe her.” I exclaimed.

“Well, everything is relative. You never dated anyone with bigger tits?” Her questions caught me off-guard.

“Um, no, of course not!” I stammered.

“What is she? About a Double-D?” The question seemed strange. Why did Ms. Cropley, I mean Veronica, care what size breasts my girlfriend had?

“Um, she said 36-F,” I responded.

“That’s pretty big,” she admitted from the other room. “Do you like girls with big titties?”

“Sure, who doesn’t,” I said. “All the guys watch her in the hall!”

“I’m sure that they do!” Her voice was muffled as if her head was under some clothing. I tried to picture what she was doing, but had no idea. Why did she want to change her clothes?

I was about to get off the stool when she spoke again. “Are you still sitting down?”

“Yeah,” I replied as I eased back into the stool.

“Good. I don’t want you to fall over!”

And then she swung around the door and into my view!

“Holy Shit!” I exclaimed! “Jesus H. Christ!” I was almost shouting in suprise!

Her smile broadened and she stopped several feet away from me – allowing me all the time I needed to take in what I was seeing. She seemed to soak up the wide-eyed stare I was giving her.

I literally did not know where to look first.

Those tits! Her legs! Those tits! That cleavage! Those hips! Her feet in the tallest spike heels you can imagine! Those tits! Her makeup that completely changed her looks! That massive, endless cleavage! That skin tight skirt! Those TITS! My eyes were bugging out, my jaw had hit my chest, I’m sure I was drooling!

Her feet were strapped into a pair of high heel shoes that lifted her up at least five inches. Her legs were still encased in dark hose. I could just barely see the beginning of the dark welt at the top of her hose and the impression made by the garter snaps under the clingy black skirt that stopped closer to her crotch than her knees. Her hips were accentuated by the tight skirt as was her microscopic waist. Her breasts surged out of a deeply cut bodice like two rising loafs of bread! I could see every seam and stitch of her bra under the low cut white spandex t-top that she wore. Her boobs looked like they had been vacuum packed they were so tightly encased! Every time she breathed her boobs would billow upward, her cleavage deepening in response.

Smiling at my response she slowly pirouetted in place allowing me to see her from every angle.

From the back I saw that her ass was tightly gripped by the black skirt, her cheeks each limed by the dark satin. And if the frontal view had been staggering the profile that she offered was mind blowing. Her tits projected so far outward that I could not even guess how far in front of her they were! The lower curves ended just above her waist. Each breast was bigger than her head, twice as big, at least!

“Now you can say you have met someone bustier than Alexandra. ‘Cause I’m bigger than her. A LOT bigger!” The bragging tone in her voice was obvious.

“Now watch this!” She giggled as she turned again to present her profile to my bug-eyed stare.

She kept her head turned toward me as she stood up as straight as she could. Still watching me she pulled her shoulders back while inhaling deeply! My God, her breasts rose and rose and rose. Surging upward, they untucked her T-top from her skirt. The cleavage that had been so obvious grew to overwhelming proportions. It looked like her tits had tripled in size! I was completely mesmerized by the sight. I had never seen such an over-awing sight in my life!

Her hands roamed over her bosom. She had a look on her face as if she could not believe just how big her own tits were. And neither could I!

Reaching out, I pulled her toward me and added my hands to hers. Even with four hands caressing them her breasts were so large that those hands seemed inadequate for the job. I leaned forward and began to run my tongue over her canyon-like cleavage.

“Ohh, ” she moaned. “I love that! Use your tongue, use your tongue! Lick my huge titties!” I was happy to do so. For the next few minutes I was in titty licking heaven, licking, hefting, and trying to smother myself in her bosom.

Finally görükle escort I felt her hands on my shoulders as she pushed me gently away. Looking down in to my eyes she husked, “Its time to move on, honey. I want to see your huge dick. I’ve waited long enough!”

She sank to her knees in front of me, taking care to rub her tits into me as she did so.

My rock hard dick was still standing at attention, saluting her ridiculously over developed figure. She sighed as she wrapped both hands around as much of my dick as she could.

“This is just freaking huge,” she exulted as she smooched the dick head all over her face. Drools of precum were left behind on her forehead and cheeks while she bestowed butterfly kisses to the head and its gaping slit. Her lithe pointy tongue coaxed more drops of precum which she swallowed with evident enjoyment.

“Wow, how big is this dick?” she breathed, looking up at me again.

“Um, I’m not sure,” I replied.

“Do you mean to tell me that that busty tramp has never measured this freakishly huge cock?” Her disbelief challenged my statement.

“Well, yeah, she said it was more than 14 inches long. She never told me just exactly what the measurement was.” I replied.

“GOD DAMN! More than 14 inches long? That’s a record, for sure. I’ve done a lot of research on this, I’m kind of a size freak, you know, what with my own over abundance of titties!” Again she arched her back to display her massive feminine charms. “And as far as I could find out the longest dick recorded was about 13 1/2 inches long. And yours is not only longer, it is so, so thick.” Her hands were lightly floating up and down, just barely touching the skin of my cock.

Her mouth drifted down, her lips parting as she began to worship the longest, thickest hardest fuck stick she had ever heard of. After a few minutes I was throbbing so hard you could watch the pulsing, surging beat of the blood in my dick.

From somewhere she produced a tailor’s measuring tape. Applying it deftly she carefully measured from root to tip. “My God, fourteen and, um, fourteen and a half inches! What a whopper! And,” she quickly repositioned the tape, “Holy Crap! Almost 9 inches around at the thickest point! Jesus, what a record breaker! But, well, I always was greedy!” As she spoke she wrapped a velvet ribbon several times around the base of my missile.

“What are you doing?” I moaned as she continued to stroke my dick.

“This is kind of a cock ring, it will allow blood into your dick, but not out.” she explained. “I want to see just how large I can coax this monster!”

As she spoke she was again making my dick surge by licking and lapping the cock head. Under her ardent worship it swelled even larger. Using lots of saliva as lubricant her hands flew up and down the majority of the dick that she could not take into her mouth.

“Oh, God, that feels good!” I moaned as she worked. “You’re amazing! Not even Alexandria can make me feel like this.” High praise indeed given what a cock sucker she was.

“She hasn’t had enough time to learn all the tricks I know!” she gasped as she drew back from my massively erect dick. The skin on my dick was growing tighter with each second. Looking down I could see the velvet ribbon digging deeper and deeper into the root of my dick.

“Oh GOD, Tommy, you’re still getting bigger! I can’t even get your dick head into my mouth.” She giggled as she kept ministering to my rock hard dick.

“It hurts,” I moaned. “It’s too tight! Please, Ms. Cropley…” I fumbled with the ribbon at the base of my cock, trying to release the pressure. I could feel every beat of my heart as the ribbon dug ever deeper as my shaft expanded and lengthened.

“Now, I told you, call me Veronica, or Ronnie!”

“Please, Ronnie, please, it’s too tight. It hurts now!” Again I reached down…

“Let me,” she gasped, reaching again for the tape. Again she measured my length. “Oh, this is incredible, look at how long you are NOW!” Her voice was filled with excitement as she gaped at the reading. “Seventeen and a quarter inches!” she crowed. “Almost another three inches! And bigger around than I can reach with both hands. Look at that, just over ten and one half inches around!”

Laughing gaily she loosened the ribbon and as I started to explode she directed the massive spurts over her breasts, her neck and face. Several ropes of semen landed in her hair and then she sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. As quickly as that her mouth was over flowing with jism and excess strands were sliding down her chin and then dripping onto her tits. She dropped my dick and began massaging the cum into her tits while I jacked another several wads onto her upturned face.

I was groaning with relief, the pleasure was unendurable as I sagged back onto the stool.

“Come on stud, you’re not done yet are you?” she asked as she reached out to again claim my dick. “Lets get to the bedroom. I need to feel what it’s like to be crammed with the biggest dick in the whole world!”

My head was reeling as she tugged me up and led me to her bedroom. Her desire was unslakable and her massive breasts rock and rolled as she drew me onward with her tight clasp on my cock.

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“What are you doing?” I heard the voice say from across the room…

I was frozen…what am I going to do?…what am I going to say?…

“I said, what are you doing?” she asked again.

How could I possibly try to get out of it when she just caught me jerking off into her morning health drink. Ok…here goes nothing!

For the past 3 months, I have been jerking off into my Mom’s morning health drink. My Mom is definitely a hot woman. She’s 38 years old but she has retained her youthful appearance. She goes to the gym regularly so her body is firm & toned. She stands at about 5’9″, approximately 130 lbs, roughly a 36c chest & an ass to die for. I’ve always found my mom attractive, at least ever since I realized that girls weren’t as bad as I thought. I tried to sneak a peek whenever I could, but usually with no luck. The most I got to see was either her in a towel after a shower, or her in a bathing suit at the beach. I became obsessed with my mom. I have no idea how many nights I spent jerking off in my room to the image of her in my head. My obsession started getting out of control when I began sneaking into her room, taking her used panties from the hamper & smelling them while I jerked off, usually wrapping them around my cock when I came. It wasn’t until she began taking her health drinks with her to work every morning that my current plan came about.

Mom would make her usual drink at night before going to bed. That way, it would be cold enough to drink in the morning. Since I spent so much time trying to figure out a way to seduce my mom, I decided to take this opportunity to give her a taste of her son. After I was sure she went to bed, I snuck downstairs, opened the fridge, took out the drink, and began jerking off into it. Seeing how I was young & so potent, I usually was able to shoot quite a large amount of cum. I would grab a spoon & stir the drink when I was done, put it back in the fridge, and head back upstairs.

That next night, after I tried it out, as my Mom was making her drink for the next day, I casually asked her “How can you drink that crap!…It has no taste to it!”

“It’s not as bad as you think” she replied…”I’ve had some that were just plain horrible, but the one I had yesterday really wasn’t bad at all!”

My heart skipped a beat. My mom just confessed to me that she enjoyed drinking my cum! Ok…she didn’t really say that, bursa escort but then again, she didn’t know she was drinking it. So again, that night after she went to bed, I snuck downstairs, grabbed the drink and came in it. This went on for about 3 months, which brings us to tonight’s discovery.

There was my Mom, standing in the doorway, looking confused & pissed off at the same time. I got scared by her catching me, yet a bit turned on seeing her in her nightgown, which consisted of a long, silk gown which clung to her body, revealing her great figure and large breasts.

“Answer me, Michael…what are you doing?”

“Mom…I can explain”…

“Good, because I really want to hear this!”

I froze…I didn’t know how to start off…

“Mom…I’m sorry” was all I could manage to get out.

“You’re sorry?…You’re sorry?…is that supposed to negate the fact that I just caught you jerking off into my breakfast?”

“Mom…I…”

“How long have you been doing this?” she asked…

I was terrified to tell her, but I had to. “A little over three months”.

She got this terrified look on her face. Then she hung her head down & put her hands to her face.

“Do you mean to tell me that I’ve been drinking your cum for the last three months??”

“Yes, Mom”

Then she did something that I never thought would happen. She walked over to me & put her arms around me, leaned in & whispered into my ear…

“Does it really get you hot knowing that your Mom is drinking your cum on a daily basis?”

My cock instantly got hard swelling to a very nice size. Mom looked down & said “Well…I guess that answers my question”. “Well, don’t let me stop you…go on…finish up!”

I couldn’t believe she was saying that. I hesitantly began to jerk my cock off. She grabbed my cock & said “Come on…if you’re going to do it, make it worthwhile!”

While she jerked me off, Mom whispered into my ear about how naughty I was & how she can’t wait to drink my big load. That set me over the edge & I turned to her, looked her in the eyes & said “Mom… I’m going to cum!” She spun me around & in an instant, my cock was an inch from her mouth. “Might as well get it from the source” she said & in a flash, wrapped her lips around my cock!

“Here it comes!” I screamed and felt the first wave of orgasm hit. The cum shot up my cock & into her bursa escort bayan wet, waiting mouth. I never felt it this strong before, my cum racing through my cock. I felt her swallow my first huge load then she pulled out a bit so that just the tip was in her mouth. I shot five, six, seven loads of hot cum in her mouth, before my shooting just became a dribble. When I was done, Mom pulled off of me & stood up, leaned over & kissed me. I opened my mouth & was surprised when she pushed my cum into my mouth. Now, I’ve tasted my cum before, usually after one of my jerk off sessions, but this time, it tasted a lot better coming from my Mom’s hot mouth. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth as we shared my cum. I pulled away & was treated to seeing my Mom swallow what was left in her mouth. She opened her mouth for me to see that it was all gone. Then, she waited for me to do the same. I figured why not & while looking her dead in the eyes, swallowed what was in my mouth. My Mom got this look on her face & started stroking my cock again. I reached down, grabbed my t-shirt & pulled it over my head. Here I was, completely naked in front of my Mom. Then it happened.

Mom took a step back, released my cock, grabbed her nightgown & pulled it over her head, exposing her toned, naked body to her son. I stood there, stroking my cock back to life as my Mom began to squeeze her full tits, getting her nipples nice & hard. As I stared at her body, my eyes grew big as I saw her pussy for the first time. My jaw dropped when I noticed that my Mom’s pussy was as bald as the day she came into the world. “I see you approve of my bald cunt” she said, slowly moving her hands down & spreading her lips. “Your father likes me to have a little hair, but I was feeling a bit nasty so I decided to take it all off!” I couldn’t come up with anything to say, so I stepped over & ran my hand over it. It was so soft & smooth. I could feel the heat coming from it & it was definitely wet!

“Now, it’s your turn to get a taste!” she said & leaded against the counter & pushed me to my knees. I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her butt & slowly began to eat my mother’s pussy.

“Oh God, Mike…it feels so good!” she whispered. I ate her like a pro, swirling my tongue over her clit, sucking on it, licking her flowing juices from her dripping cunt.

“Mike…Mike…it’s bursa merkez escort cumming…you’re making my cunt cum!”…

She squeezes her legs around my head, bucked her hips & came all over my face!

I stood up & we kissed again, only this time, we were sharing her tasty cum! She didn’t say a word, but bent over, pulled her ass apart, and positioned herself over my now rock-hard cock. I took hold of my cock, lined it up & pushed forward. My cock slid in her so easy and before I knew it, I was balls deep in my mother. “Shit, Mike…your cock is filling me up!” she said. I was so turned on that I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I unloaded again. As I was fucking her, I licked my finger & slowly slid it into her asshole. She bucked wildly under me, causing my finger to go in deeper. “Finger your Mom’s tight asshole while you fuck her wet cunt!” she yelled in a voice that I had never heard before. She reached behind & offered me her fingers. I took them in my mouth & sucked on them, getting them nice & wet. She pulled them out & began to rub her clit. This sent her into a frenzy & she began to thrash under me.

“Mom…I’m close to cumming!” I whispered.

“do it, Mike…cum in my pussy…fill me with that hot cum of yours!”

“But Mom…I don’t want to cum inside you…you could get pregnant!?”

“Michael…if you pull out of me, I will make sure that this NEVER happens again!…It’s your choice!”

Not wanting to ruin a great thing, I said “Ok…here it comes!”

I pushed in so deep, I actually bottomed out in her cunt. My cock muscles contracted & I started cumming. I must have pumped more semen & sperm into her than I thought was possible. She started convulsing on my cock as I shot my cum deep into her womb. “Mike…I can feel it shooting into me…I can feel it!” she said through gritted teeth. “fill my cunt with cum…shoot it into my womb…make me pregnant!” Those words sent me into another fit of orgasm & I kept right on cumming, after I had already pumped about six heavy loads into her. I squirted about three more into her before I knew I was done. We stood there, panting & trying to catch our breath. I finally pulled out & was treated to the sound of a large glob of cum squirting out of my mom’s pussy & hitting the tiled kitchen floor. She turned around, looked me in the eyes, ran her fingers through her dripping cunt & began to lick her fingers clean, tasting my cum all over again!

“So Mike…I hope you’ve learned your lesson about tricking your Mom like that!” she said…”I’ll see you again tomorrow night! I’ll have a surprise for you!”

“Don’t worry, Mom…I’ve learned my lesson. Shall we say around the same time?!”

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“Maybe you should stop now, Mom,” I said. “I’m getting close and I don’t think it would be right for me to come in your mouth.”

My beautiful mother stopped sucking my throbbing cock and grinned up at me. “Well, if you don’t think it’s right, then don’t do it. Just remember, I love the taste of a man’s wine and I haven’t had a sip in a long time.” Then she went back down on me. Her mouth was warm, wet and soft. She bobbed her head in every direction – up and down and side to side. I never knew if the next suck would be hard or soft, deep or shallow. Her lips and tongue found every nerve in my cock. I went over the edge when she took the head down her throat. The first shot must have gone straight to her stomach. She pulled my cock out of her throat and wrapped her tongue around the pulsating head. I basted her taste buds with jet after jet of creamy sex sauce. The ten healthy spurts I gave her were not enough for her and she continued sucking hard to get more. She swished my love juice around in her mouth as though she were sampling wine, but rather than spit it out afterwards as is customary, she swallowed every drop.

“Yum-yum, that was delicious, dear. It has been so long since I’ve had a load that I had forgotten how good semen tastes. I suppose you’ll want to fuck me now.” I guess coming in my mother’s mouth had been the right thing to do after all.

But let me start from the beginning. None of this would have happened if my girlfriend had not moved out. She and I were actors. We were not getting rich but we managed to get enough work to pay the bills. When she was offered a juicy speaking role in a popular TV soap opera, she jumped at the chance. I could not blame her, even though it meant she would have to move to New York City.

A few days after my girlfriend left, I got a phone call from Mom. I could tell that she was upset about something. My father had abandoned her a year earlier. I was very concerned about her and kept in close touch. She assured me that she was doing just fine. She said she had a good job and everything she needed. But it was all a lie. I finally got the truth out of her. My father had left her without a penny. Even in the best of times there few jobs available in my small hometown, and it was not the best of times. Mom did not have any skills other than cooking and housekeeping. Unable to find a job, she had run out of money and was desperate. I insisted that she come and live with me.

When I picked Mom up at the airport, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was more beautiful than ever. She had always been the most beautiful woman in our little town. When I walked down the street beside her as a boy and saw how the men leered at her, I thought my chest would burst with pride. I got that same feeling as we walked through the airport and the heads began turning in her direction. She was of average height and weight, but there wasn’t anything average about her beautiful breasts and round ass. She knew how to show them off, too. Her long model’s stride made her tits jiggle and her ass sway.

I bought Mom a car so she could get around. She went looking for a job a few days after she arrived bursa escort bayan but didn’t have much success. She occasionally found work as an extra on a movie set. Even those jobs dried up when the producers decided to cut costs by using fewer extras. She eventually stopped looking for work.

I did not mind supporting my mother. On the contrary, I loved having her around. It was nice just to look at her or catch a whiff of her fragrant perfume. I enjoyed sitting in the living room watching TV with her. I especially enjoyed the sitcoms because every laugh was an excuse to glance at her. That would have been enough, but she gave me more. She kept the apartment spotless, made me a country breakfast every morning and a gourmet dinner every evening. I began thinking of her more like a wife than a mother.

I had to get a look at her beautiful body so I installed a hidden camera in her room while she was out shopping. That afternoon, I listened to her soft moans through the wall as she masturbated. I rushed to the living room, switched on the TV, and saw her naked for the first time. Her tits were even more beautiful than I had imagined. My heart raced when I saw the full bush on her pussy. Stuffed into the bush was a thick dildo. She worked it in and out of her cunt with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. I pulled my cock out and began to stroke it. I sprawled in my recliner and slapped my greasy cock around as I watched my mother pleasure herself. When she picked up speed with the dildo, I beat my meat faster. Her legs snapped together as she came. My cock erupted like a fountain and jism went flying everywhere.

Several weeks passed without incident. I tuned in to my mother’s masturbation sessions for awhile, but they were always the same and I eventually became bored with them. The breakthrough came one evening when Mom and I were watching TV together. She had taken to drinking but wasn’t very good at it. One cocktail was enough to make her tipsy. She had two that night then kissed me on the cheek and went to bed.

I decided to watch some porno and have a long masturbation session. I figured Mom would sleep soundly so I stripped off all of my clothes and stretched out in my easy chair. I was stroking my cock and watching my favorite fuck flick when a thunderstorm passed through. An eardrum-shattering burst of thunder woke Mom up.

I don’t know how long she stood at the door and watched me masturbate. I realized that she was there when the storm passed and I heard her heavy breathing. I looked over my shoulder and there she was in the doorway clad in a terrycloth robe. I was at a loss for words. She spoke first.

“You don’t have to do that, Son,” she said, as she walked toward me. “Let me help you with it. I have to earn my keep somehow.”

She knelt in front of me and reached for my cock. Electricity shot up my spine when she began stroking it. She intentionally undid her belt so her robe would fall open. I was finally looking at the real thing instead of a video image.

“After all you have done for me, you deserve more than a hand job,” she said. Before I had time to react, the head of my gorukle escort cock was in her warm mouth. I should have done the decent thing and stopped her. She was too drunk and I was too horny to think clearly. But it felt so good that I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. And now I have reached the point where my story began.

“Yum-yum, that was delicious, dear. It has been so long since I’ve had a load that I had forgotten how good semen tastes. I suppose you’ll want to fuck me now.”

Had I imagined that or had she really said it? “What did you say, Mom?”

“I said I suppose you’ll want to fuck me now. You can, you know. We both could use a good fuck. I’ll go to my room and wait. If you don’t come, I’ll understand. If you do come, you will need condoms. Your father and I stopped fucking long ago so I stopped taking the pill. On second thought, it might be safer if you fucked me in the ass. I like it back there just as much as in front.”

I pondered my mother’s proposition for ten minutes. The porno flick was still playing on the VCR, and as I watched the people fuck I became aroused. As my cock rose, it began thinking for me. I put a blank tape in the VCR and hit the record button. I figured I might as well make a tape of me fucking Mom for the first time.

By the time I opened the door to Mom’s room, my cock was as hard as a hammer handle. “I was hoping you would come,” she whispered. I have never fucked a woman without giving her foreplay first. Mom didn’t object when I began licking one of her nipples. While I nursed on one tit, I fondled the other. They were the nicest pair that I had ever seen, far nicer than my girlfriend’s tits. I slid my hand down across her belly and cupped her soft, warm pussy. I fondled her while I tried to work up the courage to make the next move.

Mom just smiled when I crawled between her legs. Her bushy cunt was quite a pleasant change from my girlfriend’s bikini wax. I stuck my tongue into the curly hair and began exploring. The hair was soon matted down enough to reveal the features of her pussy. Her clit was the biggest I had ever seen. She began to moan as I traced circles around it with the tip of my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the slit and zeroed in on her fuck-hole. She grabbed my hair when I stuck my tongue up inside her. I could hardly believe that I had my tongue up the very canal that I had emerged from twenty-four years earlier.

I was having such success in tuning Mom up that I decided to make her come. My girlfriend had done a good job training me to eat pussy and I put all of the tricks she taught me to work. I licked up one side of her pussy and down the other side all the way to her ass-hole. I encircled her clit with my lips and slowly pulled off. Her chest began to heave and she began humping her pussy against my mouth. She grabbed my hair and clamped my head between her thighs like a walnut in a nutcracker. She came so quietly that I was afraid that the orgasm was not as strong as I had hoped for.

“Oh, that was nice,” she said. “I had forgotten just how good it feels. You are so skillful. Now do you want me on all fours bursa merkez escort bayan or face down?”

I gently rolled her onto her belly. I admired her beautiful ass as I carefully greased my cock with Vaseline. The globes of her ass were perfect twins. I couldn’t keep my hands off of them. I spotted a bottle of hand lotion and squirted beads of it on both cheeks. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch. She sighed as I massaged her buns with both hands. I worked on the small of her back, her ass, and her thighs until I realized she was falling asleep. That wouldn’t do. I spread her cheeks and studied her wrinkled anus. After lubricating my fingers, I worked one into the tight hole. That got her attention. I slipped two fingers in and then three. I continued working my fingers in and out until she loosened up a little, then I mounted her.

Neither of us spoke as I lined the head of my cock up with her greasy anus. I was transfixed by the sight of my cock-head disappearing into my mother’s ass. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was plagued by sudden bouts of self-loathing. “What kind of a man sodomizes his own mother?” I asked myself. But I could not resist the feel of that warm ass slowly swallowing up my aching cock. Inch by inch I eased my cock in until all eight inches were buried inside her. I put my full weight on her until the tight ring of her anus gripped the very base of my cock. The coolness of her buttocks contrasted nicely with the warmth of her gut.

I fucked her very slowly at first. As I pulled back, the ring of muscle around the opening gripped my shaft as though trying to hold me in. I pulled out until only the head was inside then slid forward all the way. I picked up speed as she loosened up. I got in a dozen strokes and then a dozen more. Before long I had given her a hundred, then two hundred. I can’t tell you how relived I was to be in control. I had feared that I would shame myself by coming on the first stroke, and I probably would have if not for the blow job she had given me first.

I didn’t think Mom was enjoying it until she began to lift her hips to meet my downward strokes. She pulled her dildo out from under the mattress, wet it in her mouth, and slipped it underneath her. “It’s time for doggy-style,” she said. We managed to get up on our knees without unhooking. Mom stuffed the dildo into her cunt and began to fuck herself with it. When watching Mom masturbate, I had wondered if the dildo had a vibrator in it and now I had the answer. The strong vibrations passed through the narrow wall separating the orifices and rippled through my cock.

Mom’s sighs, moans and groans grew louder until she smothered them in a pillow. She lifted her head and goaded me on. “Yes, that’s it..faster..deeper. FUCK ME HARDER. I’M STARTING TO CUM. UHU.. UHU.. UHU.. UHU.. AHHHHHHHH.. YESSSSSSSSS!” I can’t really take full credit for her orgasm, after all, the vibrator had done most of the work. As Mom’s muscles tightened up, it felt like her ass was sucking my cock. That sent me over the edge. I got an unpleasant surprise when I tried to shoot my load inside her. Her anus was so tight that the juice wouldn’t flow. I pulled out and sprayed her quivering cheeks.

When Mom’s orgasm ran its course she collapsed face down and I fell on top of her. We stayed like that for a long time before either of us spoke.

“Well, have I earned my keep, Son?”

“You sure have, Mom. You sure have.”

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My clothes for work on Monday consisted of a fitted white blouse, pale blue jacket, matching blue and white pleated skirt, black thigh highs and high heels. I received numerous compliments. If they only knew what I wasn’t wearing.

Kelly will be surprised if I give her the document showing I had made a decision on continuing our contract even before she had asked me to advance my decision. I mulled over my decision all day, since I the answer I would give her after work would be permanent, not a one-year extension. Ok, other than the time frame, it sounds contradictory to be mulling it over when I had made a decision. That’s just me. I imagine many a new bride thought about her decision up to the last minute when it got close to her wedding day. Regardless, when I wasn’t lecturing my mind was consumed by the idea of being permanently owned by Kelly.

The pain, embarrassment and humiliation she had permitted at the fair were severe, but, as we later discussed, that was a final test of my limits. She promised she would never do anything like that again. Beyond any doubt, I knew deep down that she would never cause lasting or permanent injury to my body. She brought out my masochist personality and showed me what it was like to be loved by a woman. Kelly loves me as much as I love her, and that love is real. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Many of you will say that two weeks is not enough time to fall in love. That’s bull. I really feel that I fell in love with her soon after I first saw her at Lisa’s i have felt more wanted in the past two weeks with Kelly than with anyone in my entire life, outside of my family.

I arrived home and, as usual, removed my clothes in the foyer. Ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs and collar were waiting for me on the table. Following the written instructions Kelly had provided, I locked the cuffs on and crawled to the den holding the buckle of the collar between my teeth. I sensed a deep admiration and truly felt her love as Kelly watched me approach, attain position, and present the collar. I waited patiently while she locked it around my neck. “Well, little one, since you are presenting yourself before me as my slave would, may I assume your decision is yes?”

“Mistress, whether my decision was ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I would be here before you as your slave because my initial contract is not complete.”

“Since you have, again, succinctly stated the obvious, you force me to ask for your decision.”

“Mistress, I would like to reveal my decision in a manner other than verbally. To do so, may I have your permission to get a paper from my purse.”

“You intrigue me, pet. Yes, please get whatever you need.” I crawled to the foyer, removed a sheet of paper from my purse, returned, knelt, and handed it to her. It was a certificate showing that I had already registered online as her slave the previous Friday:

Slave Ownership and Registration Certificate

This is to certify that the registrant with number xxx-xxx-xxx, currently known as “Slave kimmy,” is registered in as an owned slave; and that the registrant’s owner is declared to be Mistress Kelly; and that the registrant has been owned by Mistress Kelly since the 4th day of May 2013.

The registration number xxx-xxx-xxx was issued on the 17 May 2013. This certificate was issued on 17 May 2013.

A barcode specific to this registration was printed at the bottom of the page.

“I hope Mistress is not displeased that her slave took the liberty of registering her ownership. I found this web site and just could not resist. As you can see, they even provide a bar code that can be tattooed onto a slave for future identification purposes. Your slave must also admit that she registered last Friday before you asked her for an early decision.”

Kelly’s answer was initially wordless. She dropped to her knees in front of me, took me into her arms and kissed me deeply. Finally, she pulled back and exclaimed, “No, kimmy, your Mistress is not displeased at all. In fact, she is overjoyed. She did not even know this web site existed and is proud that you took the initiative to register. Nevertheless, she should be pissed that you didn’t tell her about this when she asked you if you would make an early decision.”

“But, My Mistress, I started to tell you yesterday, but you stopped me and said, “No, I will not accept an answer tonight.”

“You are right, again, kimmy. Just remember rule number two.”

We laughed together because she was using those oft cited rules: Rule 1. Your Mistress is never wrong. Rule 2. When your Mistress is wrong, rule 1 applies.

“Damn, pet, I just don’t know what to do with you!”

“Is Mistress displeased with her slave because of something her slave did?”

“Displeased? Not at all! It’s just that you should be getting spanked for hiding this from me all weekend,” she remarked, waving my certificate in the air, but I just can’t because it was such a sweet thing to do for us.”

“But, Mistress, you must. I would feel my evening was incomplete bursa eskort if you neglected to spank me for not telling you sooner.” Kelly smiled, sat on the sofa, and patted her lap. I needed no additional invitation. I lay over her legs for quite a while as she slowly stroked my butt with her hand. I prepared supper with my cuffs connected by short chains and my ass properly covered with her handprints.

I sat beside Kelly at the table. She handed me a new contract, explaining once again that she felt that our current one was not sufficient for a permanent relationship. “One of the Venus Coterie members is a lawyer and had prepared an extensive contract to be used by members. We decided to call it a compact, rather than a contract. The terms are basically synonymous, but we just like the name compact more.” She explained. “As our membership grew, we knew we wanted to insure submissive members were protected from any harm even though we vet every member. We spent most of our time during the meal discussing many of the terms of the compact.

One major clause that jumped out at me was one that said I had to put all of my assets into a revocable living trust. I felt this was unnecessary, but Kelly insisted. She said that one never knows what may happen. “We don’t like to think about it, but accidents happen every day, especially on the highway. I relented. She asked who I wanted to have listed as beneficiaries. I felt it should be her with my nieces and nephews as contingent beneficiaries. She refused, saying she was financially secure and did not need anything. In addition, the control I was giving her over my life, could cause a court challenge of the trust. I finally agreed to only designate my nephews and nieces.

We had quite a discussion when she informed me that she was also creating a trust and that I would be the sole beneficiary. I lost that argument.

As it was written, I would agree to contribute to half our living expenses (the categories of expenses were specifically defined) and was responsible for my own personal expenses. “Mistress,” I said, “I agree that I should share in the household expenses, but this doesn’t say anything about you controlling my finances as you have for the past two weeks.”

“I don’t think that is really necessary, pet. I now know you are a very responsible person when it comes to money.”

“Mistress, please! Don’t laugh at me but having to ask you for permission to buy something just emphasizes my position as your slave. I shouldn’t have unlimited access to my money. After much negotiation, she finally agreed to hold all my credit and debit cards, except for one that I would carry in case of emergency (The one that immediately sent a text message when it was used. Her phone would be used for the text.) I had to agree to an increase in my “allowance,” and didn’t have to account to her when I bought something with it.” She still held my checkbook, but still refused to be a signatory on it, or any other account, and would insure that all my bills were paid on time.

As before, there was a provision that either of us could break the compact, but we had to confirm our desires before a committee of five other members (Three dominas and two submissives) to insure our differences were irreconcilable rather than we were, in the moment, simply pissed at one another

We made a few other minor changes. She then said she would make the changes and reprint the compact on Tuesday. She then gave me the name of a female lawyer. “She is not a member of our society, but is familiar with the lifestyle, so she will give you an independent opinion of the terms. I want you to make an appointment with her to review the compact. She can answer questions have. Also, she will be able to prepare the trust for you. I am sure you don’t think necessary, but it is important to me and the other members that you take this additional step before we sign it.”

Kelly explained that the special ceremony that she wanted to schedule at the annual picnic on Saturday was a formal “collaring” ceremony. “Many BDSM and power exchange groups have their own collaring ceremony. The Venus Coterie created one for the use of their members. We will be confirming our agreement in front of all of the members. Even though she wouldn’t give me any additional information, I, wanted to do it for her. I would, of course, float through the rest of the workweek wondering what the ceremony would be like. I asked Kelly, twice, but she would not reveal a single tidbit of information saying she wanted it to be a surprise. I even asked Sam, to no avail.

The rest of the evening was spent snuggling on the sofa while watching a new video.

Kelly removed my cuffs when we went to bed leaving her collar and my ID tag as the only reminder of her ownership. We were so happy, we made love until the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted, she finally chained my collar to the bed. This redundant addition still felt good when she said, “I am never going to let you go, my pet. You are mine, forever.” bursa bayan escort I’ll have to decide where I am going to tattoo that barcode, though. I simply smiled. We soon fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Tuesday morning Kelly added a new ritual for our morning routine and as part of my slave training. After our showers and assisting Kelly in dressing for the day, I, remaining naked, served Kelly a cup of tea in the den, where she would remain, reading the paper while I prepared our breakfast. (I was required to go outside to get the paper. Thankfully, she permitted me to wear a satin robe, although it was so short it barely covered my ass.) She then joined me at the table while we ate. Yes, the robe hung in the closet again. Only after I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes, I would dress for work. On weekends I would remain naked or partly naked on the weekends. Kelly was beginning to enjoy having me wear nothing but a short skirt around the house. I liked it, too.

I was a little surprised when, after I poured her tea, Kelly advised me that she would be having scrambled eggs and hash-browns for breakfast, but I would only be eating chocolate-covered Cocoa Puffs. This was the first time she had me prepare something different for myself.

I should preface the next part with a description of the new breakfast table that was delivered the previous day. It was a rectangular, glass-top table that could seat six people, two on each side and one at each end, if desired, but only four chairs came with it. The glass was sturdy enough that it was only held up by four legs at the corners. When I arrived home from work and saw it, I remarked that I was surprised that she replaced the old table because was in good condition. “Oh, this is something I’ve thought about for quite a long time, pet. It will fulfill a fantasy.”

I finished preparing breakfast, placed her plate and my bowl on the table and sat down. I wasn’t permitted to begin eating until she was ready. She laid the paper down and looked at me with that grin that told me something was up. “Pet, we are going to change the way we enjoy our breakfast today. If I like the change, and I have no reason to believe I won’t, it will often be a part of our dining routine at home. The change is you will not be eating at the table with me.”

A disappointed look immediately spread across my face. “kimmy, I recommend you never play poker. It is impossible for you to hide your feelings. Listen to what I have to say before you judge. As I indicated, it will not be a daily routine, (well, some of it could be) but I am sure I will include it in our meals several times a week, primarily at breakfast, and am sure you will also enjoy it, once you realize how much you will be pleasing your Mistress.”

“There are several parts to this, and I will instruct you in each part separately. First, when I permit you to eat at the table with me, you will always be naked from the waist down, at a minimum, and keep your legs spread so I can always see my cunt. That won’t be much of a problem, though, since you are usually naked when home. However, if you aren’t, you will always insure I can see my cunt without receiving specific instructions from me.”

“Ah, the reason for the glass top,” I thought, then replied, “I understand, Mistress,” and immediately spread my legs wide.

“This morning, however, I want you to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. You will do this at breakfast any time I say that you will be eating cereal. For other meals I will simply state that you will not be dining at the table. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Oh, and these rules apply even if we have guests eating with us.”

I gulped, knowing this was another form of humiliation. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well?” She stared at me waiting a moment before I realized that was an order to act. I picked up my bowl and spoon and knelt on the floor preparing to crawl under the table when she asked, “kimmy, what did I tell you to do?”

“You said I should eat my cereal under the table, ma’am,” I replied somewhat confused.

“No, pet, I specifically said to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. I never said anything about a spoon.”

Rebuked once again, I wondered if I would ever learn to listen close enough that I wouldn’t miss things like that.

Even though I had eaten while on the floor before, I was embarrassed doing it under the table, knowing she was watching me through the table top. When I finished lapping the remaining milk from the bowl (I’d have to remember not to pour so much in the next time), she ordered me to relax in place. The table was just high enough that I could sit back on my heels, legs spread, hands on my legs, and watch my Mistress finish her breakfast. I didn’t need to be told that I should be facing her. I was aroused by the simple fact that she could see me like this while bursa ucuz escort she was eating her meal. We exchanged loving smiles each time she looked down.

Finally, she pushed her empty plates to the side. “Ok, slut, while it is not customary to have desert after breakfast, you may now enjoy some. Considering my position and watching her spread her legs, it didn’t take a nuclear scientist to understand what my desert was to be. I carefully pushed her skirt up her legs while she lifted her hips and slid forward in the chair to make it easy for me to grasp her panties and pull them off.

I had performed this wonderful act of adoration and love many times under the table after a meal, but this was the first time she would be able to watch me. That knowledge added to my own excitement. My lips and tongue moved over her nether lips kissing and prodding in ways that I had learned would give her the greatest pleasure. She soon exploded in orgasm and pressed her sex into my face where I remained until she came back to earth. I, too, was in heaven knowing that I was the one who gave her that pleasure.

When she stood up, I was permitted to crawl from beneath the table and knelt with my fingers entwined behind me. She grasped my chin, bid me to rise then hugged and kissed me.

“That was wonderful, pet. I may make that a daily ritual after all.”

“Your wish is my desire, and pleasure, Mistress.” However, I was not permitted any relief.

My week at work was extremely busy. Kelly continued to select my clothes. Each day I wore a fitted white blouse, surprisingly with a bra, a skirt, thigh highs (or a g-belt and nylons) and heels. Other than the style and color of the skirt, only what I wore under it changed. On Tuesday I wore a thong. She called me just before lunch and ordered me to remove the garment (while sitting at my desk and still talking to her) and put it in a desk drawer. I carried it home in my purse.

Before we ended the call, I said, “Mistress, this morning I realized that I haven’t called my sister Kassandra for nearly 3 weeks. May I have your permission to call her?”

“I remember you said that you try to call her every couple weeks, pet. You do need to keep in touch with your family. You do not need my permission to call her. What about your brother?”

“Oh, I only contact him about every six months. But, Mistress, I do need your permission this time because I…ah…want to tell her about us.”

“Us, as in being lesbian lovers or Mistress/slave. You said you thought they might be shocked if they saw you submit to me.”

“Well, I do not plan to tell my brother, and yes, my sister might be shocked about either revelation. She is my big sister, after all, and has been very protective of me since our parents died. I think she needs to know what is happening in my life, especially since we are making our relationship permanent.”

“You have my permission to reveal anything you want to her, little one.”

I rushed to the cafeteria and brought a take-out salad back to my office. I didn’t know how much time I would need to talk to Kassandra and was pleased I didn’t have anything scheduled after lunch.

My hands were shaking when I tapped Kassandra’s name on my phone. It started to ring: 1..2..3..4. I was beginning to think all the wailing and gnashing of teeth was for naught when she answered.

“Well, hello, there, little sister. I was beginning to get worried, thinking you had dropped off the ends of the earth.”

“Hi Kassie. It has only been two weeks since we talked. I guess you could say I’ve been a little tied up.” If she only knew.

“No, sister. It’s been over three weeks. But that’s OK, you’re here now. I guess Jeff’s been keeping you busy.”

“Um… That’s some of the news I wanted to tell you. I broke it off with him last month on his birthday.”

“On his birthday? That’s a tough one. What happened?” I gave her the details of how I wanted to surprise him then finding out he was cheating on me.”

“To be honest, Kim, I never did like him. I always thought you deserved better. Truthfully, I don’t recall liking any of the guys you dated. Maybe it was my maternal instincts, but you never really seemed to be happy with any of them. So, you’re back on the market again.”

“Not really, but I’ll get to that in a minute. I got a new job and have moved.”

“What???” I explained how I became Hunter’s CIO.

“That is fantastic. You deserve the best. Now, spill it. Why aren’t you still on the market? You can’t tell me you have found a new boyfriend already. You need to date around for a while after the way Jeff cheated on you, kiddo. Don’t fall for the first dick that comes along and wants to screw you.”

“Kassie!!”

“I’m serious, Kim. Go out with a few guys before you try to settle down again.”

“Time to bite the bullet,” I thought. “You were crude, I’ll through it right back at you.”

“I didn’t fall for the first dick that came along, sister. It was the first pussy.”

“OH, MY, GADW, Kimberly Ann. Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“Well, Kassandra Marie, if you think I am saying that I am dating a woman, then you are hearing me correctly. And, furthermore, my dear sister, after only two weeks I can say that I am in love, and I am sure she loves me.”

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I have always known I was bisexual since I was a kid. I have topped but never bottomed, I have attempted bottoming a few times. First time I was in my teens and my friend and I tried, we didn’t have lube and I wasn’t stretched out properly. A few months ago I bought a butt plug which is 4 inches long and a 8 inch dildo. I lube every night and put the plug in and every other night the dildo. It feels good when I do so.

A description of myself, I am a black male, 51, looks to be in my 40’s. Slim 5’8, 140 lbs. I have a 8 1/2 inch uncut BBC.

Last night I decided go to the bathhouse, I was feeling extra horny. I pay my admission get my locker put my clothes in it, shower dry off and lube my ass up just in case, but also love having a finger stuck in me.

I do my walk around see some doors open and guys showing off their goods, a few guys getting blown or fucked. I think to myself this looks like it good be a fun night. I go to the video room and there are two couches in there.

One couch has a guy laid out on it stroking his cock, the other has a beautiful tall blonde crossdresser, dressed bursa eskort bayan in leather strapped top, short leather skirt, stockings, knee high boots. I start a conversation with her. She looks down and notices my bulge under my towel, tells me she hasn’t had a BBC all night, she motions to the gloryhole section, and I follow her over there. She goes in one cubicle and I go in the one next to it.

I then feel her lick and play with my balls then she starts to put it in her mouth and my she could suck, I take a hit of poppers she then takes my whole cock in her mouth, wow!! did that feel great, never felt anything like that before, at this time a guy comes behind me and stars feeling my cock and balls his hands moves to my chest and he starts nibbling my ears and neck. My eyes are closed and I didn’t notice another guy come in and start sucking my chest, I reach back and feel a cock it is about 6 inches but very thick, and rock hard. He stars feeling my ass and whispers in my ear you are all lubed up.

Meanwhile my sexy crossdresser has decided she wants my BBC in her ass/pussy, bursa merkez escort she pushes herself up on it I feel it going in and she starts grinding on it and going back and forth on it. Meanwhile the guy who was sucking and licking my chest starts kissing me sticking his tongue down my throat, and the guy behind me is rubbing his cock against my ass. I press up against him and I feel the head pop in, I let out a loud moan the guy kissing me just kisses me harder. We all take several hits of poppers and I feel that cock just go in I smile to myself and say finally. There was a little pain but having preparing myself for a while it was a beautiful sensation. I start pumping into my sexy crossdresser as he is pumping into me. Meanwhile the guy kissing me is stroking away and lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load on me, feeling his cum on me I let loose in her ass, I hear her yell out yes and she starts screaming as she cums, off course he lets go in my ass, he pulls out of me I feel it leak out. my ass.

My kisser gets on his knees and licks and cleans me out. bursa sınırsız escort bayan She comes in the cubicle and kisses me I feel her ass with my cum in it and play with it take out my fingers and stick it her mouth we then kiss some more. She walks out. I decide it is now shower time.

I shower catch my breath walk around some more still with a raging hard on and my ass feeling great. I pass by a door a guy is laying on his bed watching a video, getting blown he smiles at me I walk in he motions me to him, and starts blowing me, the guy who was blowing him then stops and climbs on his cock and starts riding it, another guy walks in, he comes behind me sticks his cock in my ass, I am thinking to myself 51 years nothing, then Bam in a 45 minute span twice. The guy climbs off my sucker, the guy fucking me stops the starts fucking the other guy, the sucker turns around and I start pounding his ass. The guys we are fucking are facing each other and start kissing, we each take a hit of poppers and everyone is just moaning out loud a few more people enter the room and are watching and stroking and feeling our bodies up.

I can’t resist anymore and let lose my 2nd load of the night. The other guy lets go of his and the guys we were fucking followed suit. We all collapse on the bed exhausted and some of the guys who were watching us decided we needed to be cleaned up.

I can’t wait till I get fucked again.

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Authors note: This is the third part of this story. It follows directly from the end of chapter two, so I suggest you read the earlier chapters first.

Back in my office I could feel my cum stained panties against my hard cock as they slowly dried. Despite that I did my best to concentrate on my real job – building the database that would help Karen expand her business. I knew that no matter how well I cleaned her pussy she couldn’t keep me on unless I helped her increase her profits.

Over the next 90 minutes I made great progress, and my cock was now soft inside my dry but badly stained schoolgirl panties. But the second the intercom buzzed and Karen told me, “Get in here NOW!” I was rock hard again.

I quickly joined her. She was on the couch, legs wide spread and skirt removed to give me a perfect view of her naked pussy. I could see a loop of string hanging out. I quickly removed shoes, pants and shirt so I was in just my panties and moved over to her.

“Pull the string SLOWLY,” Karen ordered.

I did as I was told. There was resistance at first, but then suddenly Karen gasped as she came and a silver ball about one and a half inches in diameter appeared! Karen told me, “They have kept me nicely dammed up for the last 10 minutes as I drove back. Keep pulling, there’s a second ball. When that one pops out be ready with your tongue … don’t spill a drop!”

I kept pulling on the string. My cock was as hard as a rock. The second ball popped free, making her come again. I immediately drove my tongue into Karen’s pussy as the floodgates were released. Yet again I had that wonderful taste on another man’s cum mixed with pussy juices. My own cock was oozing pre-cum into my panties again.

Karen began to tell me, “I bet you wish you were there. I know I do. I would love to have you watch as that hard cock slid hard and fast in and out of my pussy. I love the feel of hard cock inside of me. One day I’m sure I’ll feel yours … but for now just keep cleaning my juicy pussy. He came so much! I don’t reckon he’d come since I visited him a fortnight ago! Can you taste him?”

All I could do was nod slightly. He certainly had shot a wonderful load into that gorgeous pussy and I wasn’t going to waste a drop.

I kept eating her for ten minutes until I was sure that my boss had a completely clean pussy. No cum remained, so she was ready for her next fuck with no risk of sloppy seconds for the next client … after all, although my database would help sales I realised the biggest asset this company had was Karen’s juicy pussy. Keeping it clean for them was an important job too!

I finished off my sucking the balls clean before handing them back to Karen.

She popped them in the bag saying, “I’ll make sure to keep these with me at all times from now on! No more cleaning up before I head back from now on!”

We then spent an hour going over the work I was doing, although we didn’t dress and half the time I had a hand stroking her pussy or a finger inside of her; the other half she was stroking my cock through my panties. She knew when to stop though, because although I was leaking pre-cum constantly, she didn’t let me cum.

Finally she announced “OK. I’m off to make another sale! I’ll be back at 12:30, and I have a lunch reservation for the two of us for 1:00. So be ready when I get back since you’ll be eating your starter before we leave!”

That nearly did make me cum, but I managed to hold off.

At 12:30 on the dot I was summoned again! Again I was stripped down to just my panties and between the bosses legs within seconds of entering the room. Karen had used the balls again, but this time I didn’t need instructions. I began my ‘job’ as Karen started talking dirty again.

“You should see his cock. It was amazing! You won’t need to wait long this time because he’s only got 5″. But talk about THICK! I’ve never had one that opened my pussy up like that before! I’ve had 12″ cocks and they are amazing! But this was just as good in a different way. Does he taste good?” I was asked.

By now both balls had popped free and I was lapping away. Some of the lovely white cum had oozed out with the balls, but I had cleaned that up before it slid down her thighs and stained the sofa. He tasted fine to me … especially mixed with her.

It hadn’t been nearly such a big load, nor was it deep. And her pussy seemed to still be spread wide open by that thick cock. It only took a few minutes to clean her completely. But I still kept lapping away at her until she pushed me away, “We need to get going. Don’t wash your face. I love the smell of pussy on a man!”

I stood in front of her, my hard cock tenting my panties. Yet more pre-cum stains covered them. Karen reached out and stroked me. Then she grasped me through the panties and quickly wanked me. I lasted just a few seconds before shooting my second load of the day into the panties. They were saturated.

I went to reach into them to scoop up as much as possible. escort bayan “No Neil. No time for that. Just get dressed!”

I did as I was told as Karen also dressed and we headed out for lunch.

We ate and talked work until dessert arrived. Then we just talked and I think we both started to realise we had quite a lot in common. Over coffee she made the first reference to what we had been doing. “I really do wish you could watch! One day I’m sure I’ll find the right client who will go for it … in fact I have a couple in mind! But I wish we could have you spy on me!”

“If you did it in your office instead of meeting at their places it would be easy! I could easily set up hidden cameras in your office that I could watch from my desk … I could be in there 10 seconds after they leave to bury my tongue into your messy pussy!” I told her.

“How would it work? How would I know you weren’t watching when I didn’t want you to?”

I explained I would set it up so only she could activate the cameras, and that they could be set to shut down after 10 minutes of inactivity.

“Can you do it this weekend? I’ll move as many meetings as possible from next week! I don’t see an issue – after all most of them end up taking me to a hotel room, so fucking me in my own office will save them money!” Karen added.

I told her that would be fine. She quickly agreed to 10 cameras to ensure every angle was covered.

There were no more CreamPies that afternoon, but I did still lick Karen three more times before leaving for home.

Over the next two days I ate a further 5 CreamPies, came in my own panties 3 times, and finished the first cut of the new database. Karen was very impressed with both jobs I had done and promised a reward at Friday drinks. (Every week she rewarded one or two employees with a small prize. It was always a voucher of some sort. The only rule was you didn’t discuss the value with the others).

Friday arrived. I showered then opened my Panty drawer. I suddenly realised I had a problem. I only had three pairs of the white schoolgirl panties and all were badly stained. I couldn’t use them. I had to wear something a bit different. They were the same style, but pale pink. On the front I had a flock of butterfly’s flying around my cock. I was instantly hard as I pulled them on then covered them with my jeans for casual Friday.

As usual now I was the first one other than Karen at the office. I dropped my bag in my office and headed into her office shutting and locking the door behind me. Karen was on the sofa already. My God she was even sexier that ever today! She was dressed in a white sleeveless top that was very low cut, and a red leather mini-skirt. Her pussy was fully exposed, and she was already wet! I think she enjoyed our new relationship!

I removed my shoes, socks and then shirt. This time I didn’t turn my back as I lowered my pants. She saw the pretty pink panties and smiled, but then as I expected (and I think hoped … I was looking forward to the punishment even though I had no idea what it would be), she told me “Those do not pass muster mister. What makes you think pink is acceptable?”

“I ran out of white ones,” I told her. “I haven’t been able to find any new ones for a few years now. The only shop I know that sells them is in my hometown and I can hardly shop there for panties!”

“Too bad.” Karen stood and opened the drawer under the sofa. She pulled out a paddle. Karen removed her skirt. “I don’t want to risk you staining it,” I was told. “Now, get over my knee and don’t you dare make a sound!”

Karen was sitting and I know lay down over her on the couch allowing my panty covered cock to press against her pussy.

Whack!

The paddle hit my panty covered arse. The first one was a bit of a shock even though I knew it was coming, it wasn’t very hard … but it felt great!

Whack … Whack.

Two more, each a bit harder than the previous one. I still didn’t flinch. But I did throb!

Whack … Whack … WHACK!

The last of the next batch of three did make me flinch, but in a good way! That pushed my cock against her pussy giving her a thrill too. Now Karen had worked out the right force. Now she only paddled me at random intervals, but all at that final strength. Each WHACK made me flinch and thrust my panty covered cock against her.

By now my cock was starting to throb. I knew I was going to cum, but I made no attempt try to hold back. The fact she had removed her skirt to ensure I didn’t stain it I was sure meant that she wanted me to.

She knew I was close. Suddenly she gave me three sharp whacks, and I came with my cock pressed hard against her pussy. This was the closest my cock had ever been to a pussy … just a layer of pink panties between my cock and her hot pussy.

I came harder than I think I ever had. I flooded the panties and I knew I was leaking through onto her. I knew as soon as my cock stopped spurting I would be cleaning bursa vip escort my own cum off of her!

“Get down there now and clean up your mess!” she ordered.

It only took a few seconds – after all it had oozed through my panties and onto her pussy lips, but it wasn’t nice and deep like the best CreamPies. However, I still licked her pussy to another three orgasms and then used her 10″ cock shaped vibrator to fuck her to another three before I rested.

While I waited for my panties to dry, I gave Karen another training session on the new software and how we could use it to benefit our customers and therefore our own company. “This is so good I won’t need to fuck our customers to get their business!” she told me.

I must have looked disappointed at the thought she wasn’t going to fuck them so I could clean her pussy.

She giggled, “Don’t work Neil. I said I won’t NEED to. I didn’t so I wouldn’t! I love that part of the job … especially now that I’ve got my own private pussy cleaner on the payroll! Speaking of which, I need to get going. Another client to keep happy!”

We both dressed and headed our own ways.

By the time 5:00 came around I had eaten another four CreamPies – Friday was a busy day – from that hot pussy. I loved it getting between her legs with that leather skirt still on. We were both pleased to see my control was improving because I didn’t cum again.

At drinks Karen gave a couple of award before announcing, “Finally, Neil. He’s given me a few great sessions this week!”

Of course everyone laughed.

Karen rolled her eyes. “With the new software you dirty minded buggers!”

I’m sure nobody believed her! But I also think everyone there thought I was fucking her – they would be really shocked if they knew the truth.

I didn’t open the envelope until I got home. It was a $50 voucher from a shop called Morrisons. It took me a minute to place it. It was a clothing store on the shopping strip down the road, near the school. I remembered now – it specialised in school clothes! I bet they had the panties! I was ready to race down straight away when I noticed the note that was in the envelope.

‘Be there at exactly 10:00am tomorrow. You can wear your prettiest panties since it isn’t a work day.’

The evening seemed to drag as all I could think about was buying the panties and probably Karen watching. Finally it was time for bed. I didn’t even dare to touch myself in case I came or brought on a wet dream.

In the morning I showered then dressed. My panties were pink. The back was silky, the front was all lace. My hard cock was clearly visible past the floral pattern on the lace, whilst the silk felt wonderful on my arse. I slid a pair of jeans on over them, then a polo shirt. I carefully selected one that had shrunk a bit. It barely tucked in and was almost certain to come untucked and expose my panties if I bent over.

I walked into the store a minute before ten. Immediately I saw Karen talking to a salesgirl half way back in the store. I headed her way. She was dressed more conservatively than I had seen her – but still very sexy. She wore just a yellow sleeveless dress, but it was down to her knees.

As I got close I saw she was standing near a display of school uniforms from her old school; and right next to a large table of my schoolgirl panties. Karen shook her head as I started to approach her and just pointed at the table. I got the message.

As I started searching through the table for my size, and then one of each pattern, I heard Karen explain she needed a uniform for a fancy dress party. I got rock hard at the thought of her in her uniform and was hoping she would let me see her in it.

Slowly I kept selecting my panties. They were on sale and I could get 20 pairs for the $50. The looks I was getting from the girl assisting Karen and another salesgirl just got me harder as I knew they realised these were for me – I was too young to have a daughter old enough to wear the size I needed.

Once Karen had her uniform she came over to the panties too. “I suppose I better have panties to wear under it. I may as well make it authentic!”

She gave me a dirty look.

I dropped a pair of panties to the floor then bent to pick them up, my back to both Karen and the salesgirl. Just as I expected my shirt became untucked and rode up. The pink silk of my panties I knew would be exposed, and the lace edging made it even more obvious what I was wearing.

Karen had a big smile on her face when I turned back. The girl looked embarrassed. She went even redder when I asked, “Do you have this pattern in the next size up? It’s the only one I haven’t found in my size.”

The girl mumbled, “That’s all of our stock, so if you can’t find them we don’t have them.” Then she walked off.

Karen smiled, “Let’s see what we can find!” She started rummaging, but I stopped her.

I picked up one pile and grabbed the bottom bursa elit escort pair – the missing pattern! “I had them all the time … I just thought it would be fun to ask for help!” In total I had 16 different patterns so I would need 4 doubles. “Pick the ones you want to go with your uniform, and then your next 3 favourites. I’ll have doubles of those.”

Soon Karen was at one register and I was at the other. My salesgirl was only about 16 and very embarrassed at the sight of a man buying panties for himself. Especially with a gift voucher! I knew my panties had a lovely damp spot by now!

We exited the store and I followed Karen as she headed down the street and into a coffee shop. I was glad when she selected a booth, then waved me in against the wall before sitting beside me. “I’m so wet!” she told me. “Undo you pants so I can see what you are wearing!”

I carefully undid the belt and the top button then unzipped the fly. I stopped there while we ordered. Then I pulled the pants apart, and the shirt up. My hard cock pressed against the pink lace, and the white pre-cum oozing from it was clearly visible. I reached down and into my panties and scooped up the pre-cum. Then I removed my hand and slid it up to my mouth. I cleaned my finger.

Karen bit her lip and squirmed. “You just made me cum … again!” she told me. “It’s running down between my legs and I bet my dress will be wet!”

We sat there drinking our coffee and eating cake for 30 minutes. Karen wouldn’t let me cover up as she wanted to be able to look whenever she liked. Eventually we left though as I had work to do – fitting the cameras. Karen wanted to be there as I worked so she knew exactly where they were, and we could test them!

As we left the coffee shop I walked close behind her. I didn’t want anyone else seeing the wet patch on her dress!

As soon as we were in the office she locked the doors and had me strip to my panties. “Very nice!” I was told, “But don’t think you can wear such pretty things to work.”

I smiled, “Of course not. And now I’ve got plenty of proper work panties so you won’t need to spank me for wearing the wrong things!”

Karen smiled. “True. But I’m sure I’ll find some other infraction I can spank you for! Or maybe I should only spank you if you are good for an entire week!”

Pre-cum oozed from my cock at that idea. Again I reached in and kept my cock clean, and had another taste of myself.

It took me two hours to wire all of the cameras up – including two under my desk so she could check on my state at any time she liked! I showed her how to activate the cameras – only she could start them – and then how I would see they were active and could watch from any angle. Then back in her office I showed her how she could watch me, or even watch herself on the big screen TV that was linked to her computer.

She loved that! “Let me see how it works,” she said, “Let me see you licking my pussy!” She quickly stood and removed her dress, which now had quite a large wet patch where her juices and leaked out of her pussy, down between her plump thighs and onto the yellow dress.

As she sat back down I quickly slid down between her legs. As my tongue approached her pussy Karen used the cordless mouse to click between cameras and then zoom in on her own pussy and my tongue. She was so wet! And so tasty! I drove my tongue in, and Karen came immediately. Partly from my tongue, partly from seeing herself on the big screen. “I can’t wait to see a cock in my pussy! I can record it can’t I? I can record men fucking me and watch it later?”

I came up for air. “Of course! I can’t wait to see me eating their cum out of you!” Then I drove my tongue back into her pussy.

She soon came three more times before pushing my face away. “Enough … for now. I was going to get you to use a ‘friend’ on me … but I think I want the first cock I watch in me to be a real one … and one with lots of cum to shoot into my pussy for you to eat!”

I stood. I was quite amazed that I hadn’t cum. Karen looked at my throbbing cock. “But I do want to see a cock spurting! Take your panties off and wank off on me! Cum on my tits … then lick me clean!”

I slid my panties off and then grasped my cock. I knew I couldn’t last – I was already throbbing. Instead of looking at my cock or her tits though, we both watched the TV as I stroked myself. I did it hard and fast, and after just a few strokes I felt the cum surging up my shaft. Then we both saw it exploding out and splattering all over Karen’s huge tits. After the first three spurts had coated them, I aimed lower so the next two spurts coated her belly. The final spurts landed on her naked pussy. She was a mess … a gorgeous mess!

I quickly slid my panties up so I wouldn’t leak on the couch or carpet and then got to work cleaning every inch of her sexy plump body. I started at her pussy, then worked my way up to her belly, carefully cleaning every drop of my cum from her body, then up to her cum covered tits. I gently licked the cum from them, licking her beautiful tits, and sucking her nipples. Already my cock was hardening again.

All the time Karen’s eyes were glued to the TV, and she just kept coming.

Finally her whole body was clean and she pushed me away.

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Amanda struggled to keep her mind on work that morning. Something of what she was thinking was written all over her face.

“Have you seduced him yet?” Emily asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” she chuckled.

“Oh, Amanda, you dirty bitch. Please, do tell.” Her friend grinned.

Both women laughed and groaned as Amanda shared her experience. Emily even joked about needing the toilet as she admitted how hot she was getting.

“But don’t you think this complicates things?” Emily said.

“It’s only a bit of fun. Besides, Allison will be back soon.” She replied.

That evening, John sat in the lounge waiting for Amanda to arrive home. He had so many mixed emotions running through his mind. His heart would sink every time he thought of Allison. But then Amanda would pop into his head and his cock would grow hard. He didn’t know what was supposed to happen next, or how he was supposed to react.

The moment Amanda came home, he wasted no time in confronting her. “What’s going to happen now, Amanda?” he asked. “Are we having an affair?”

Barely having closed the door, Amanda stood shocked. Of all the things that she thought could happen when you walk through your front door, that wasn’t one of them.

“What do you mean?” she asked, still shocked.

His eyes flicked a quick glance before he turned away. “You know. You made that clear this morning.” He said.

Amanda felt her heart skip a beat. The truth was she hadn’t really thought that far ahead. But here she was being offered the opportunity. She decided to play with him. See how far she could push him.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, looking serious as she sat down.

John sat next to her; he looked so confused. “If I’m going to risk what I have with Allison, then it has to be worth it.” He said.

Amanda couldn’t believe how easily this young lad had managed to shock her, not once but twice within a matter of minutes. She felt like slapping him, “worth your while … you cheeky little …” she thought. escort bayan bursa But she quickly forgave his naivety and played along.

“I want you so much.” He said, placing his hand onto her knee.

Amanda looked down at his hand; she could see how fragile he was. He had nothing but wanton lust for her. She knew this was the moment where she had to put the brakes on.

“What do you want?” she whispered.

“Nothing,” he said, sliding his hand up her leg. “I don’t want you to do anything.”

Confused by his answer, she sat back and let him take control. His hand continued up her leg, sliding under her skirt until he reached her pussy.

“Take off your panties.” He uttered eagerly, his fingers digging into her.

Suddenly, Amanda knew what he wanted. She could see the burning desire of control in his eyes. Obediently, she removed her panties.

A deep groan escaped his lips. “Good girl.”

He turned to look at her, and then drove his right hand between her legs while the left pulled up her skirt.

“Oh, you little fucker.” She groaned, his fingers sliding into her pussy.

John buried two fingers deep inside her hole, exploring the soft tissue of her mature pussy. Her body twitched with lust as she grew hot and horny. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch.

Spreading her legs, John cupped her pussy tight in his palm and began rubbing back and forth. Her back arched as she began to buck her hips to meet the pressure.

“Look at me.” He commanded.

Amanda opened her eyes, and when she saw the lust in his eyes her whole body shuddered.

By the time her climax had subsided, John was standing on the sofa, over her. She reached for his cock and took it firmly in her hand.

“Suck it,” he whispered. “You’ll enjoy it?”

Lifting his cock, she smiled as it throbbed hard in her hand. With two hands she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. At once, her sliding lips caused him to groan. Holding her head he began to fuck bursa sinirsiz eskort her face.

Taking as much of his cock as she could, she began to bob her head in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long before she felt his body begin to twitch and quiver. His hands clamped harder to the sides of her head, forcing his cock deeper.

She could only submit to his dominance as the first jet of hot cum blasted into her mouth. The back of her throat burned as she tried to swallow the salty fluid, but it kept coming. Four, five powerful jets flooded her mouth as she gagged on the twitching rod that was erupting with a mind of its own inside her mouth.

Amanda had managed to swallow some of his load. But when he pulled his cock from between her lips, most of the creamy white liquid leaked from her mouth and onto her chin.

Still on a high from his climax, John smeared his cum around her mouth and face with his bell end.

“That has to be the best fucking head ever.” He smiled; satisfied with the state Amanda was in.

Amanda struggled to sleep that night, every so often she would jolt awake from the same nightmare about Allison catching her in bed with John. She woke at 6am, desperate to leave the house before John woke up.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the guilt her dreams had caused. After quietly washing and dressing, she gave her body its morning dose of caffeine and nicotine, but even that didn’t calm her feelings.

Driving to work she couldn’t decide which was worse, cheating on Allison, or having John trying to control her. It wasn’t what he said that chilled her, it was the way he said it.

“Are we having an affair?”

At the office, Amanda told Emily what had happened, and that he wanted to be the one in control.

“Did he actually say that?” Emily gasped.

“Well, not exactly,” she hesitated. “But he told me it had to be worth his while, and then he just took me the way he wanted. I mean …”

“Why didn’t escort bayan you stop him?” Emily asked.

“That’s the problem, Emily, the tone of his voice, his actions; I just didn’t know what to do.”

“This will get messy, Amanda,” she warned. “You have to stop it going any further.”

“It isn’t that simple,” she said. “I have a weakness for him.”

“Since when?” Emily gasped. “You were the one teasing and controlling him, remember?”

“Since he fucked me on my kitchen table,” she whispered. “You don’t know what he’s like. He comes across as a shy and polite young man, but when I pushed him, Emily…”

“Ok, I get the picture,” she sighed. “What we need is a girl’s holiday.”

“What!” Amanda shrieked.

“Listen, my parents have a little holiday cottage in West Wales, I haven’t been down there since my teenage years. I was thinking about having a week down there, maybe you could come with me?” Emily suggested.

“Sounds great, but when?” she asked.

“I was hoping to go in a few weeks, but how about tomorrow?” she smiled.

“What? We can’t just leave tomorrow. What about work …”

“Calm down,” Emily chuckled. “Work is quiet and I’m sure the boss won’t mind. It won’t hurt to ask.”

Before the words had left Emily’s mouth, she was on her way to the head office. Amanda quickly thought about her situation with John. Could she handle a few more days with him until Allison came home? She thought she could wrap him around her little finger, but already she was seeing a side to him that was dangerous. Deep down she knew there would be future sexual contact before Allison arrived back. The guilt in her head was telling her she needed to stay away from John.

“Have you finished that report?” Emily asked, almost skipping back to her friend’s desk.

“Yes, here it is,” Amanda smiled. “Why?”

“Well, get it over to head office and we got ourselves a week away,” she said. “Hand in that report and get yourself home, pack your bags girl, were going on holiday.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call wet and cold Wales a holiday, Emily.” She smiled.

“Oh, shut up you miserable cow,” she joked, shoving her friend by the arm. “It’s a free week away. Or would you rather live by your mistake with John?” she teased.

“Fair enough,” she smiled.” “Let’s get going.”

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Marcos had been waiting for Ramon and he was getting impatient. Eduardo had told him to get inside but he just wouldn’t get in the house. He was feeling like he had the whole world on his shoulder. He was going round and round just waiting for Ramon to turn up so that he could give him something that he was dying to give him since that same afternoon.

Marcos saw Ramon coming towards him and he was smiling at him. Behind that smile was someone that he wanted to confront. Marcos stopped in his tracks and went to Ramon who was coming towards him looking so lost.

“Is this 3.pm?” Marcos asked depressingly.

Ramon noticed that his boyfriend was impatient and he somehow wanted to tell him that he had been raped, he really did. He had decided to tell his boyfriend that his client, Toby had raped him. He couldn’t hide something that big from someone that he loved. He felt pressure in his eyes and he immediately knew that he was gonna breakdown.

“I am sorry Marcos, I………..”

He didn’t even finish a sentence and Marcos slapped him hard on the cheeks making him fall to the ground. Ramon was now confused and he had no idea why his boyfriend had slapped him that hard. Could he have been angry because he didn’t come home on time?

I know you are probably wondering why Marcos slapped Ramon like that. All this no sense had started yesterday while he was in the office talking with Anthony and Dan. They had such a nice conversation together and he had been missing Ramon a lot. At exactly 4.pm, he had received a call from a private number and he could still remember the words as if they had been spoken a few seconds ago.

“Hello,” He had answered still laughing from a joke Anthony had pulled.

“Is this Marcos Martinez?” The strange manly voice had asked.

“Yes, this is he.”

“I know Ramon is your boyfriend but there is something that I would like to say to you.”

Marcos had been worried after that voice had said that to him. He had suddenly stood up and shouted to the voice if something was wrong with his boyfriend.

“The truth is I don’t know how to tell you this.” The voice had said softly. “But your boyfriend has been sleeping with numerous men at the hotel. I didn’t want to say this but I can’t keep quiet anymore.”

Just like that, the call had been cut and there had been no record of the number in his phone. His friends had asked him what was wrong and he had told them of the caller and what he had said to him. His friends had denied.

“Ramon, come on. That boy would never cheat on you even if his life depended on it.”

Dan had even sworn on his life that Ramon would never cheat on him but he still hadn’t shaken the worry. He had gone to pick up Ramon and he had been awfully quiet and absent minded. He had tried to forget about it and after that mind blowing blowjob Ramon had given him, he had forgotten about everything.

Just today while he was getting ready to go pick Ramon from his house after signing the last document, he had received a message from whatsapp and he had checked it, a video. He didn’t want to check that video but he had suddenly got curious. Why would a stranger send him a video? He had downloaded it and after it had loaded, played it. The sooner he had started watching it, the sooner he had ended it.

He saw some guy fucking his Ramon furiously and roughly naked on the bed and he had cut it. He had immediately been filled with anger that he rushed out of his office to Ramon’s place. He wanted answers for that video. He had quickly reached Ramon’s house but hadn’t seen him. He couldn’t wait anymore so he had gone to the hotel fast enough to find the guy who had been fucking Ramon leaving the hotel.

Marcos had gotten so angry at seeing the man that he had beaten him up in front of the people who were watching them. He had beaten the guy so badly that he was swollen all over.

“Why are you beating me?” The poor guy had pleaded as if he had been innocent. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Why did you sleep with my boyfriend?” Marcos had yelled.

“Who are you talking about?” The guy had said so fearfully.

“The same guy you fucked in this hotel.”

“I didn’t know he had a boyfriend.” The guy had pleaded. “He never said anything to me. I swear.” The guy sobbed. “My friends told me of a gay whore that has been servicing them in this hotel so I just came to try my luck and I had fun with him. I thought he didn’t have a boyfriend since he is a gay whore. He has serviced many of my friends and………”

Marcos didn’t have the strength to beat the guy anymore so he had let him go and the guy had run away. He had sat on the ground feeling all the anger coming to him. He had got up and ran inside the hotel shouting Ramon’s name escort but everyone had told him he had already gone home and now here he is slapping Ramon.

He had calmed himself down and talked to Eduardo normally but after he saw Ramon coming while it was dark, he just lost it and smacked his face and he fell to the ground.

“You whore!” Marcos shouted in a hoarse voice. “How could you do this to me?”

Ramon’s heart felt like it has been broken into a thousand pieces when he heard that word coming from his boyfriend’s mouth. He didn’t have any words to say. He didn’t even understand what was going on. He has come home so that he could tell his boyfriend that he was raped but it looked like things were out of hand.

“How long have you been fucking men in my hotel?” Marcos shouted. His voice was cold and sharp in a way that it was cutting Ramon’s flesh. “How long have you been deceiving me?”

Ramon was still speechless, he felt like his whole world had crushed after hearing those painful words from Marcos. If this was a joke, it was not funny and he intended to end it.

“What the fuck are you silent for?” Marcos yelled which made Ramon move in fear. “Are you silent because I found out the truth? I know that men have been fucking you.”

Ramon was getting hurt but he courageously stood up to face Marcos.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He asked in a small painful voice. “Why are you speaking to me this…?”

“Don’t ever call me that you whore.” Marcos shouted making Ramon move a bit backwards. “I know about your secrets now and you cannot deny it.”

Ramon saw Marcos searching his jacket for something and then he brought out his phone which he was busy pressing. Ramon wondered what Marcos was trying to show him.

“Explain this….” Marcos shouted as he handed Ramon the phone. Ramon took the phone cautiously and he looked at the phone to the surprising video that he saw playing.

It was a video of when Ramon had gone into Toby’s room the first time and Toby had smiled at him. He had also smiled but it was cut to the time he was having juice in Toby’s room and then to the time Toby had seated him on the couch. Then Ramon had touched Toby and Toby had kissed him and moved him to the bed. Toby had stripped and was now fucking him roughly.

Ramon couldn’t take it anymore so he cut the video and Marcos snatched the phone from him. The surprising thing was that he seemed conscious while Toby was…. He couldn’t bring himself to say the word. He couldn’t remember anything but he seemed conscious but weak in the video. Why was there no sound? Ramon felt all the pain coming back to him and his ass was hurting real bad.

“Now what do you have to fucking say?” Marcos yelled with pain and betrayal in his own voice.

“That’s not true,” Ramon begged as tears poured down his face. “I was raped. Believe me it is………….”

“Of course you were raped.” Marcos chuckled painfully. “What other excuse can you give? I can’t believe that I have been so blind.”

“Please Marcos, believe me I…………..”

“Shut the fuck up.” Marcos yelled in his face as a tear fell down his cheek. “I know that you have been fucking with men in my hotel, you whore.”

Ramon was getting really hurt and he didn’t know how to explain to Marcos.

“I swear your business partner raped me.”

“Business partner,” Marcos shouted. “I don’t even know that guy so don’t you fucking lie to me. Oh, let me get this straight, you fucked that guy because he was rich.”

“I swear to you, Toby Dunphy………..”

“So you even know his name?” Marcos chuckled with anger.

“He said that he was the guest of your family and they recommended me to him.”

“Don’t you drag my family into this?” Marcos warned as he extended his finger towards Ramon.

“I swear, I am not lying to you that guy came in as a guest of your family,”

“Stop lying against my family,” Marcos shouted and gave Ramon another slap.

“Please stop hurting me,” Ramon begged as tears run down his face.

“Whores like you deserve what you are getting.” Marcos shouted. “You played with my feelings. I loved you.” Marcos cried. “You played with my feelings. I should have listened to my mother and be with Dan.”

Marcos was deeply hurt. The wound that he was feeling in his heart was deep and it was going to take long to be healed. He felt like someone was putting a knife in every part of his body and he was spiritually bleeding. He dropped to the ground holding the sand in his hands and feeling his pain increasing.

“Why did you betray me like this?” He cried. “How could you have done this to me?” He mumbled. “I love you so much.”

Ramon slowly got up and had an idea to touch Marcos and get him to listen to his explanation. Everything was just out of place and he couldn’t afford to lose Marcos. He was the victim here but Marcos was making him feel as if he was the culprit.

“Listen to me,” Ramon said softly as he touched Marcos’ back which he later found out was a big bursa eve gelen escort mistake as Marcos suddenly turned into an animal. Marcos lost control as soon as Ramon had touched him and he threw him on the ground began slapping him hard and roughly.

The slaps were painful and they were directed all over Ramon’s face. Ramon screamed in pain and begged Marcos to stop hurting him but the guy just slapped him some more. He could feel his whole face hurting and he knew that he was going to have bruises and even a black eye.

“So you wanna be a whore.” Marcos shouted. “I will show how we treat whores.” He said as Ramon heard the sound of Marcos’ belt.

“No, please.” Ramon pleaded loudly.

“Why are you pretending as if you are not enjoying this?” Marcos said as Ramon felt him squeezing his arms tightly. “People are right; this is all you poor people are good for. To be used by rich men like me anytime we want. People like you who are worthless and have nothing to do in life.” Marcos shouted as Ramon tried to release himself from the beast that was trying to devour him.

“Hold still, I am going to pay you handsomely after I fuck your ass. People like you enjoy having dicks up your asses because you have no purpose in life than to deceive men like me.” Marcos yelled and spat on Ramon’s face. Ramon’s brain just froze when he heard what Marcos had just said to him.

He couldn’t believe that the same man he loved so much told him that he was worthless and he had no purpose in life. He could hear Marcos tearing the fabric of his soft jean and he felt as the wind blew in his pants.

“I am going to teach you a lesson that will make you never to deceive any man in your life again.” Marcos yelled as he ripped his trouser further. “I thought you were you different but I was wrong. People like you don’t have value.”

Ramon was just looking at the angry face of his boyfriend tearing his clothes together with his heart. He did nothing because the words were painful that his brain froze. He was neither screaming nor moving as Marcos ripped off his shirt. He was trying to come into terms with what he was hearing. He was even trying to figure out if it was his boyfriend who was talking or just a copy of his boyfriend.

As Marcos ripped his shirt, Ramon felt his sharp nails rip a part of his skin and he screamed in pain. He began shouting again and Marcos got off him and sat a distance from him crying. Ramon slowly got up and winced in pain after what Marcos had done to him.

“What’s going on here?” He heard Eduardo’s voice.

Marcos was about to slap him again when Eduardo intervened and saved him. He got Marcos and threw him.

“Get out of here.” Eduardo shouted at Marcos.

Marcos entered his car and drove off furiously. Ramon was just sitting on the sand without doing anything.

Ramon was crying hard that his body ached when he made a movement. Marcos’ words had hurt so much than the slaps that he had received. He buried his head in his father’s chest and broke down and cried so much. He could feel Eduardo sobbing and he knew that he was crying too. His whole heart was in pain and the more he cried, the more the pain increased. He cried for so long until he felt Eduardo picking him up and taking him into the house.

His trouser was half ripped, his shirt was totally ripped and Marcos had cut his tummy with his nails and there was blood coming out slowly. He knew that it would leave a scar. His whole face was in pain and his heart was the most hurt. Eduardo and his father’s faces were also wet. This was the first time he had seen them like that and he cried even more.

“Marcos called me a whore,” He cried. “He called me…..a whore.” He cried more. “I was the victim but he made me feel as if I was the culprit.” He wailed. “I never did anything like that, I was raped. Believe me I was raped.”

Ramon saw his father looking at him wide eyed and tears were coming down his face and he held him closer and tighter.

“Maybe I need to see him again,” Ramon said as he rubbed his tears fiercely. “I need to explain things to him. He will understand, right father.”

Ramon’s father was looking at him without saying a word. There were tears in his eyes and he could see pain in them. His father had been so strong for as long as he had known him but this was making him cry and it just broke Ramon’s heart even more.

“Father, please don’t cry.” Ramon begged. “You are breaking my heart.”

“What can a father do?” His father responded with grief in his heart. “How did this even happen?”

“I was drugged, father.” Ramon cried as he buried his face further in his father’s chest. “He tricked me but my boyfriend is mad at me. Help me talk to him and make him understand.”

Ramon quickly got up and was ready to go to Marcos’ but his brother grabbed him and held him tightly.

“It’s okay,” His brother sobbed in pain. “Your brother is here.”

“Please,” Ramon begged. “I need to see him.”

Ramon’s heart görükle escort was beating so fast he could hear his blood passing through his veins. He was struggling to get away from Eduardo. All he wanted was to go and see his boyfriend and get him to listen. He struggled and he could feel himself getting dizzy. Then he felt like everything was spinning and then everything went blur and he passed out.

“He passed out.” Eduardo said softly as a tear run down his face.

Eduardo has refused to accept that his brother was raped. He was so devastated he had no words to say. He felt like someone hard hurt him to a point where he couldn’t recover. His little brother, the one person he really loves and protects just got raped. Seeing him passed out in his arms was breaking his heart. He had never seen his brother cry like the way he did then. His poor father was also in tears.

“Look at him,” His father said trying to hide his tears. “I can’t believe that my son could be hurt this way. Why would anyone want to hurt him?” His father sobbed.

“I don’t know, father.” Eduardo said suddenly feeling angry. “But I want the bastard who did this to him to pay.”

“We have to report it to the police.” His father suggested. “But I think your brother needs to rest now.”

Eduardo nodded and he carefully picked his brother up leaving his father in the living room. He slowly took him to his room and laid him on the bed. He looked at his brother and he was a mess. He had bruises on his face and his clothes were torn by Marcos, the nerve of that guy. No matter what happens, Eduardo would never believe that his brother would do what Marcos accused him of.

Eduardo decided to change his brother’s clothes into something that was a bit comfortable. All these things were just making him madder. Had he not been surprised at what he found Marcos calling his brother, he would have beaten him for hitting his brother.

Eduardo slowly removed his brother’s shirt and he couldsee some nail cuts on his tummy and it made him mad. He removed his trouser and turned but what he saw brought tears to him. His brother’s white boxer had blood on the butt and it was heartbreaking to see. He had seen his brother naked many times so he carefully slipped the boxer off so that he could at least clean his bruised face and body.

He planned to sleep in Ramon’s room so that he could keep him safe. This was the worst he had seen his brother hurt. If he gets his hands on that man who raped his brother, he swore to kill him without hesitation.

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Marcos quickly pulled on the road and got out of the car. He was so hurt and so angry that he wanted to go back to Ramon and vent his anger out on him. The most painful thing was he was still in love with Ramon and that love was making his heart bleed. He hated Ramon for what he had done to him and he would hurt him if he saw him again.

Marcos began shouting on the road as tears came down his face. He shouted some more thinking that his anger and pain would go away but it just increased and he sat on the dirty ground and cried. Memories of his time with Ramon came back to him, memories that brought nothing but sorrow and pain. He had loved Ramon a lot and he never thought that Ramon would betray him and hurt him like the way he had done.

The more he thought about it the more the pain increased up to a point where the pain turned into hatred. After almost an hour of crying, he slowly entered the car still crying and drove quickly home. He honked the car at the gate badly that he drove like crazy inside the compound. He got out of the car and sat down on the ground drowning in his own sorrows. Tears just came out on their own and he didn’t need to do anything or rub them. He needed those tears to come out, maybe only then could the pain stop.

“Hey dude, I heard your car but why are you…?” Dan trailed off when he saw the state his friend was in.

“Are you okay?” Dan asked as he ran to him.

Marcos didn’t say anything but just hugged his friend tightly. He was so mad that he couldn’t bring himself to saying anything.

“Hey, dude, what’s wrong?” Dan asked with concern. “You are breaking my heart dude, talk to me.”

But Marcos just hugged his friend as tight as he could. He was sobbing like he had never sobbed before. He just wanted to remain in his friend’s embrace. He laid his head on Dan’s chest and completely broke down. Dan was soothing him and he was glad his friend was there for him even after treating him so badly.

After what seemed like hours of sobbing which were merely minutes, Dan got him up and took him inside. He was walking like he had no energy in his body. He just wanted to die and let the pain go away.

“What’s happening to you?” Madison bemused.

Marcos didn’t have the strength to answer any of the questions. He was too sorrowful to open his mouth and actually tell them that his boyfriend was a whore.

“What’s happening to my baby?” His mother rushed and held him.

“Please tell us what’s wrong, son.” His father said gently. “We are getting worried.”

Marcos was still silent and had no words to say. Dan sat him on the couch and held him. His whole family was worried and he didn’t know how to break it to them. He didn’t even know how to tell his mother that she had been right all along.

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“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.” — Henri Nouwen

Chapter Eleven July 2006

The next day Devon woke Natalie up just before nine so she could get ready for her appointment with the psychiatrist. All in all, it was bound to be a busy day and week. After her appointment with the psychiatrist, she had to speak with detective handling the murder case and then the lawyers to discuss the will and everything that entailed the deaths of her family. Natalie knew that she had to be mentally prepared, but she was so fragile that she felt as though she was going to fall apart, limb from limb, slowly shattering as each part of her fell to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes could not conceal the pain and loss. When she saw the emptiness they portrayed, she felt even more vulnerable and scared. Yesterday she buried her entire family, today she has to answer questions regarding their murders. She will walk in there and be treated like a suspect. Devon and Kaz appeared in the mirror beside her. She knew that she only needed them by her side. If they were there, things would be okay.

They arrived at Dr. Hendricks’ office ten minutes early. Kaz helped Natalie fill in all the forms, considering that she was left handed and couldn’t write with the sling she had to wear. They handed it in and a graying, balding older man came walking to toward them. He wasn’t very big but had a belly, his nose was big and his brown eyes soft, the blue shirt he was wearing hugged his body and his black formal trousers and black shoes made him look professional. Suddenly Natalie felt under dressed in her Puma sweatpants and T-shirt.

“I’m Dr. Hendricks.” He held his hand out to Natalie.

“Natalie Scott,” She said as she took his hand and shook it.

“We will be back in an hour, love you!” Kaz said as Natalie followed the older man into his office.

The walls were painted a calming light blue. His desk was too big for the space and the shelves behind it were filled with books. He motioned Natalie to the large black leather couch, where she nervously took a seat, he sat a cross from her in the matching stool.

“How does this work exactly?” Natalie asked fumbling with her hands.

“Let’s start with what brings you here today,” He gave a reassuring smile.

“Dr. Simons and her recommendation.” Natalie felt like she didn’t need to be here, talking to a complete stranger about her life and family’s deaths. She had her friends with whom she could share all of this.

He smiled at the remark, “I sense that you don’t want be here today. That’s okay. I cannot force you to do this, no one can. But a part of you must feel the need to be helped, otherwise you would not be here.”

“Yeah, the outside part of me, I call them friends.”

“Okay, from the information I gathered from Dr. Simons your friends play a very large role in your life. You trust their opinions more than you trust your own at this stage and that is a good thing. After the trauma you have experienced, you doubt yourself and your ability to heal from such an event. Your friends have done a good thing by encouraging you to come today. They sense how badly you need the help and someone who can guide you that is not personally involved with you. So let’s start with what you remember about that night.”

“I don’t remember much and even if I did, I don’t want to talk about it. It is personal and I don’t see how you can fix any of this,” Natalie responded protectively.

“You don’t have to talk today, it will take time for you to trust me. With time we can work through this together,” he continued to explain how they would go about it and prescribed different medication to keep Natalie calm but would keep her more aware of the things happening around her.

“Just so you, I don’t want to work through this with you and I won’t be coming back,” Natalie said getting up and walking to the door.

They concluded their session and Kaz and Devon were already waiting for her. Their next stop frightened Natalie the most, the police station. Although she knew that she had nothing to hide. She also knew that people would do anything to prove their theories correct to close a high escort bursa profile case, even if it meant sending an innocent person to jail.

“We are not going to leave your side. Calm down, Nat.” Natalie was breathing heavily, a panic attack closing in.

Devon held her to his chest as he spoke the words, but Natalie’s breathing didn’t slow. They walked into the police station. Devon took a card out of his pocket, read it and spoke to the police officer standing behind the desk, “We are here to see Detective du Plessis.” The officer looked at the card, then at Kaz and Natalie.

“Follow me,” was all he said as they walked down the hall to a small office. “Just wait here. He will be with you shortly.” He said and disappeared.

Devon still held Natalie close, trying to calm her, but she was crying again. How many times do they want her to relive that night? Knowing that this time she could not refuse to talk. A balding man entered the room, in his early forties, with a slender build and a dark brown moustache than across his upper lip. His flannel shirt was done in different shades of brown and matched his khaki slacks, completed with tan-brown boots. “I am Detective du Plessis,” He said as he shook each of their hands n turn. They introduced themselves and sat down.

Kaz left the room while Devon stayed behind, holding Natalie close.

“I see that you requested that your friend acts as your lawyer,” He stated the obvious. Devon had a degree in law and knew Natalie. She could think of no one better to represent her.

“Yes,” was Devon’s only response.

“At this stage in the investigation we have to explore all options. It doesn’t mean that you are a suspect, but until we have further answers we cannot exclude anyone.” He said matter-of-factly.

“So you treat the only witness like a suspect and leak it to the media before even knowing what her statement would be.” Devon said, anger welling up in his voice.

“Let’s start with what you remember about that night,” He said half ignoring Devon’s statement.

For the first time that day Natalie recounted what she remembered from that night. The detective kept asking questions like; Was there anyone that would want to harm your family? Was there any suspicious activity before the murders? Natalie couldn’t think of anything, although she held all the answers, she simply didn’t know it yet. He kept questioning them for an hour, until Natalie couldn’t take it anymore and had a panic attack. Devon acted quickly, he injected her and encouraged her to breathe. When the effects subsided. Devon wanted to attack the detective. “Apparently they didn’t train you very well!”

Natalie put a hand on his arm, “Let’s just go.”

They arrived at their last meeting for the day, although the days’ events were bound to repeat itself for another few weeks.

Chapter Twelve July 2006

“Please come in, Miss Scott,” Dani Turner, her family lawyer, said as they walked into the waiting area.

“Hey, Dani,” Natalie said as she hugged her. Dani gave her a tender hug, filled with emotion. Her father had been the family lawyer since they both could remember and Dani recently took over his practice.

“This is Devon and Kaz, my best friends.” Natalie said as Dani shook their hands.

Devon simply stared as he looked at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dani’s dark blonde hair was long, always neatly styled in perfect layers, her bright blue eyes took Devon’s breath away and when he noticed the full lips he felt his mouth water. The black business suit Dani was wearing accentuated her well toned body and the purple dress shirt completed the look. “Nice to meet you. Let’s go into the office,” Natalie and her friends followed her inside her spacious office with modern pieces and racks filled with books. She unbuttoned her jacket and sat behind her massive desk, while they took the chairs positioned on the opposite side of the desk.

“I have the will here and I will read through it now. At your father’s request, he wanted only you present and whom you chose to invite. There are letters here, from both your parents and your wife, which I will give to you at the end of the reading. Of course there are some decisions that you will have to make and I will guide you through them.” Her voice comforted Natalie.

Dani had been in her life for a long time, but they weren’t friends. Both their father’s believed that business and pleasure should not mix.

Dani began reading the will in her soft, professional voice.

“To our beloved daughter, if you are hearing this it means that your mother and I passed away. We would like to let you know how we much we love you. You have been our most precious gift and to be leaving you alone in the world is our greatest fear. Never stop believing and always follow your heart and dreams,” Dani looked Natalie in the eye and saw tears threatening to spill.

Dani read the official will and it clearly bursa merkez eskort stated that Natalie inherited everything, being an only child. Natalie had been thinking about this for a while. She looked at Dani and asked if she could speak.

“I am not in the right frame of mind to run a business right now, so I want to nominate Kaz to take over the duties until I have worked through everything that I need to. Kaz, you have a degree in business and I trust you with my life, but I will not force you to do this. If you agree, I would appreciate it and of course the position will be permanent. When I am ready, I will become a partner in the position. With that said I also want to have all my money frozen, except for what the company might need and I would prefer to only receive an allowance until I can get back to work,” Natalie looked at Kaz hopefully.

“Of course I will do it,” Kaz said. She had been working for Natalie’s father for years now and knew the business as god as Natalie did.

“Dani, will you please get the papers drawn up?” Natalie asked.

After Dani agreed she handed letters to Natalie and Devon. The ones handed to Devon was meant for him and Kaz to read.

They discussed the remaining details and Dani said that she would contact them during the week to finalize Natalie’s wishes. They said their goodbyes and the three friends made their way to Devon’s car. Natalie felt a deep sadness within her, one that never seemed to leave.

Chapter Thirteen July 2006

Natalie locked herself in her room, thinking of her parents and her wife. Dread filled her. Her heart felt as though it was in a vice grip and as time passed the grip got tighter and tighter. Fearing that if the pressure kept building, she would eventually explode. She imagined Megan sitting at her desk, pen in hand, writing this letter to her:

My Dearest Natalie

I spent so many waking moments, praying that the day will never come that you had to read this, because reading this means that we have separated by death. I guess I only thought, no hoped, that if our time came, we would go together, I simply couldn’t imagine having to live life without your arms tightly wrapped around me, your words of comfort and encouragement in everything I did or wanted to do. Without you I would never have achieved everything that I have. All I can hope for now is that you knew that I loved you more than life itself and that you will always and forever hold my heart.

Knowing you and that you feel everything so deeply, I cannot begin to imagine the extreme sense of loss you must be feeling right now. But baby, I want you to know that I am right there with you. I will forever be looking out for you and protect you for as long as I possibly can. I am in everything you see around you, the rays of sun falling on your skin, the air that surrounds you and that tear trickling down your cheek right now.

I also want to tell you the things that I never got the chance to and if I did, I want to remind you of them. The first day I saw you in the Spur, my heart almost leaped out of chest and nestled next to yours, that night it did. When you kissed me for the first time, you were so gentle and so caring, soft to the touch and you made me feel alive and worthy for the first time in my life. Now that I think about it we moved quite fast in our relationship, but the pace could never have suited me better, simply because I knew from the first moment that I had found my soul mate and that I would be with you until the day I die.

The first time we made love on your 22nd birthday was the most magical night of my life. I had never known that the gentleness you showed that night even existed in human nature. That night I wanted to run through the streets and shout my happiness out to the world, scream loud enough that the entire universe could hear me. I have never known a more gentle and loving soul. You had always put me first in every decision that you made, never allowing me to feel left out or unloved. Your caring nature secured and deepened my love for you everyday and each morning that I would wake up and stared into those blue eyes of yours, they have always been the bluest of blues, I knew that I had found my place in the world and that it was next to you.

Then there was the night that you had proposed, I still don’t know how you pulled off such an amazing proposal, but I was the happiest person on this planet. We went on to plan our wedding, get married and plan our family, the day we found out that I was pregnant was easily one the most magical moments of my life. When I saw the pure joy in your eyes I knew that life was perfect for the first time ever. I could sit here and reminisce our memories all day, scribbling them down on these blank pages but I found a better way to remind you. If you look in my closet underneath the heaps of shoes I have gathered, you will find a box and in it a scrapbook that I bursa sınırsız escort have done to remind you everyday of the happiness we shared in hope that you will forget the sadness you feel now.

My second last request is that you will grieve for me, but not forever. I want you to move on, baby, because you deserve happiness after all of it that you had brought me. Go out and make new memories. Live life, baby. You deserve it.

So I come to my last request, promise me that you will tell our son all about me, that you will share all the happy moment with him and tell him everyday how much I love him.

Baby, thank you for a life time of memories. If you doubt anything, I knew how much you love me and I felt it everyday. I just hope that I had made you feel how much I love you. In heaven there are no tears, baby, except for the ones that I cry for you everyday.

With all my love

Megan

Natalie cried uncontrollably as she clutched the letter to her chest. After the events of this day, she couldn’t bear the pain anymore. She needed out. She simply couldn’t be here without Megan anymore. How much pain can one person take before breaking completely? Natalie didn’t know the answer, but she realized if she was here any longer she would find out. She lay on the bed for a while, thinking until she couldn’t think anymore. Natalie folded the letter neatly, walked to the bathroom and started running water. She undressed, folding each item neatly, she opened her medicine cabinet and retrieved her sleeping pills and a blade she had there. She lowered herself into the cold water, goose bumps running over body.

She opened the jar of sleeping pills that she had retrieved from the medicine cabinet and swallowed the contents of bottle. After Natalie threw it to one side, she reached for the blade that she had also gotten from the cabinet, she left the tap open and drove the blade into her wrist, cutting from the one side to the other, watching as the skin tore apart and blood flowed from the cut. The pain seared through her arm, she felt the emotion drain her while her blood flowed. The tears in her eyes blurred her vision as she repeated the act on her other arm. She ripped off the gauze that covered her gunshot wound. One by one, she pulled out the staples. The water around her turned red as she bled and the drowsiness set in. The staples dropped in the water, causing tiny splashes, blood running down her body and mixing with the red water she was laying in. The world turned black as Natalie’s body went limp.

Water started running down the stairs when Alice came into the house. “Guys, why is there water running down the stairs?”

Devon ran up the stairs, found the door locked and heard water running. With one swift kick, he broke down the door and ran into the bathroom, Kaz was on his heels and Alice behind her. The white floor of the bathroom was covered in red water. Devon looked over to the bath, there Natalie lay, her body limp and submerged in water. He closed the taps and pulled the limp body from the bath. Natalie had turned a pale, deathly white with a hint of blue surrounding her lips. Devon opened her eye lids and they revealed almost lifeless pupils beneath.

“Call an ambulance! Kaz pass me towels and come help here!”

Kaz ran over to his side and watched as he lay Natalie’s limp body on the wet floor, blood still seeping from her wounds, “Wrap the towels around her wrist and apply pressure, keep it there!” Devon was frantic as he shouted.

Kaz applied pressure, holding Natalie’s wrists tightly attempting to stop the bleeding. She straddled Natalie’s hips to reach both wrists and still give Devon room to do CPR.

He immediately started CPR, blowing two breaths into Natalie’s lungs by putting his mouth to hers, then proceeding to pump her chest, thirty pumps and two breaths. He kept repeating the actions, his movements were desperate and the fear that paralyzed his emotions made his actions more desperate.

“The ambulance is on its way! What can I do?” Alice was hysterical and she watched Devon press down on Natalie’s chest, her head bobbed from side to side.

“Wait for the ambulance and show them where to come,” Devon shouted as he repeated the actions over and over again.

Five minutes later the ambulance showed up and took over from Devon. They immediately start resuscitation by shocking Natalie’s heart. Once they found a pulse they rushed Natalie’s naked body, covered in a white sheet, down the stairs and into the ambulance. Devon, Kaz and Alice followed in his car.

Devon pushed his car to its limits, weaving through traffic at 140km an hour. The journey felt like a life time, not knowing whether or not Natalie was still alive or if she would survive. It had been about 45 minutes that Natalie had been alone in the room. They all simply wanted to give her time to mourn.

Natalie was immediately taken into surgery to pump her stomach, stitch up her wrists, replace the staples and start a blood transfusion. Devon, Kaz and Alice waited in the waiting area, Devon and Kaz still covered in Natalie’s blood.

The procedure was complicated by Natalie’s unpredictable heart beat, her heart would stop and restart by itself all the time. A few times they had to resuscitate her.

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Cheryl sat the cheesecake, fork, and another glass of wine on the table. Kelly asked me to stand up for a second. “Cheryl, would you please move Kim’s chair to another table? She won’t be needing it any more tonight.” Kelly turned her chair so she was facing me. “Pull your dress above your knees and Kneel, pet.”

I got in position and clasped my hands behind my back. “It’s time to expose your true colors to the world, Kimmy,” Kelly commented as she removed the scarf from around my neck and handed it to Allyson who tied it around my wrists.

“Your first test of your willingness to obey me, little one begins now. Please try not to embarrass your Mistress.”

“I will do my best, ma’am.” I noticed that the noise level in the restaurant suddenly became silence. Everyone was listening to us.

“I am sure that you know that Allyson did not bind your wrists tightly, Kimmy. The scarf is only meant to be symbolic, showing your willingness to be mine. Promise me you won’t try to remove it and will let me know if it becomes loose.”

“I promise, Mistress.”

Kelly cut a portion of cheesecake and offered it to my lips. I opened my mouth, but she did not move the fork until I stuck out my tongue to receive the morsel. She ate the next piece, then we each ate another piece before Kelly offered me a sip of wine from her glass. I had the distinct feeling that every eye in the restaurant was on me but knew enough not to turn my head one inch to look. I just kept staring into the eyes of my Mistress. Strangely, I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, I felt somewhat hedonistic to be doing this for Kelly. If this was her way of humiliating me, I liked it.

When I watched her cut the next bite, I assumed it was my turn. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to accept it. “Oh, my little pet thinks she is going to get this piece. Well, shame on her for assuming.” Then staring directly into my eyes, she added, “I want you to remain that way until I feed you again.” I felt somewhat silly kneeling there with my mouth wide open, and tongue out but that is exactly what she wanted. My Mistress caught me off-guard again with her next move. She made a big scene by putting the piece of cheesecake onto the end of her tongue, stuck out as far as it could go, before slowly drawing it back into her mouth. Once her lips were closed, she loudly went “Ummmm,” as an indication of how good it tasted. A smile accompanied this verbal gesture. Then she leaned forward and shoved her tongue and the piece of cheesecake into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue as she completed her act with a passionate kiss.

We finished eating the cheesecake the same way that we had started: one bite for me and one for her. When it was gone, Kelly surprised me again (I now realized that there probably would be many more surprises this night) by placing the empty plate on the floor beside her foot. “We can’t let all that amaretto and crumbles of cheesecake go to waste. Clean your plate, pet.”

It would have been an easy task if I had the use of my hands. I imagine that it’s not terribly difficult to touch one’s nose to the floor while kneeling with hands clasped behind one’s back, but to hold your head a few inches above the floor and perform a task like licking a plate takes great agility and work. I was glad I exercised regularly to keep myself somewhat limber and in shape. Aerobics helped my flexibility. It took a couple attempts but I finally spread my legs wide enough that I could stabilize my body while leaning forward.

I could hear sounds created by chairs scraping on the floor and the movement of people. They were getting closer to for a better look. I was now the sole focus of attention in the room. I also realized that my tits were hanging down, pushing at the front of my halter. While they might still be covered in front, they were very exposed on the sides. A narcissistic feeling surged through me and I decided that I was going to make Kelly proud of her pet. Since she had ordered two shots of amaretto, there was an excessive amount of liquid, mixed with crumbles of cheesecake, still on the plate. I licked the plate just like a kitten and cleaned it completely before rising back to a kneeling position.

“Not bad, pet, but you missed a spot.”

I looked down at the plate but could not see anything. “I’m sorry, Mistress, but I do not see anything left on the plate.”

“If your Mistress says you missed a spot, then you missed a spot, pet.” She leaned down and pointed to an invisible piece of cheesecake. bursa escort bayan “It’s right there.”

Chagrined, I replied, “I apologize, Mistress. Your pet obviously was not looking close enough.” I leaned down again and licked the area where she had pointed.

Since I was not always able to simply lick the plate with my tongue, my nose, lips and chin were now coated with the amaretto. Back in a kneeling position I said, “Mistress, I fear your pet was a little sloppy in her eating habits. It appears her face is somewhat smeared. May she have a napkin to clean it?”

“Absolutely not! I already said we cannot waste the amaretto.” My embarrassment changed to pleasure when she used her tongue to clean my face.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You are most welcome, pet. She pulled the scarf from my wrists. You may rest now.” I placed my hands on my legs palms up as I had been taught. Something caught my eye near Allyson, and I turned my head slightly to see what it was.

Kelly barked at me. “Pet, when I am working you, you will look at me and nothing else. You will not move your eyes up, down, left or right. You will give me your undivided attention. I don’t care where we are or how many people are around us. You will stare directly into my eyes. Even if we are in the center of the Mall with a thousand people watching, you will act like the only person present is your Mistress. No one else is important at that moment in your life, therefore no one else exists. I know this rule is new to you, but you should have been able to assume it.”

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Just don’t let it happen again. Now tell me, what diverted your attention, anyhow?”

“Allyson, ma’am. She removed her jacket.”

“That probably would have grabbed my attention, too. Which do you like better, slut, the dress or her breasts?”

“The dress, ma’am.”

“What? You don’t like Allyson’s breasts? I’m sure she will be disappointed.”

“Oh, no, ma’am, I like her breasts very much. It’s just that dress is one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.”

“Well right now I want to look at MY tits. Drop your halter, pet.”

“Ma’am?”

“I thought my order was clear. It’s really a simple task for a simple mind. Your halter is tied in a bow behind your neck. Untie it and leave it fall. I want to see my tits, and I am sure my friends do, too.”

Somewhat unnerved by her tone and two straight rebukes, my hands shook as I loosened the bow behind my neck and kept the ends in my hands as I returned them to my thighs. Kelly leaned forward, placed her hands under my breasts and raised them slightly. “Who do these beautiful tits belong to, pet.”

“They are yours, Mistress.”

She pinched my nipples making me wince. “These are mine, too, correct.”

“My Mistress is never wrong.”

“Open your belt and remove the halter.” I folded the material and placed it in her outstretched hand. “Now, buckle the belt again.” She waited for me to finish then said, “Go to the bar and order another glass of wine for your Mistress.”

“OK, she said she was going to embarrass and humiliate me,” I thought as I walked across the floor, my breasts bouncing freely. “Well, she is beginning to do an excellent job. Now I am embarrassed. I can’t imagine what form the humiliation will take. Well, maybe I’m a little humiliated, too.” This time I wasn’t sure I liked it. My face felt like it was glowing bright red. Jennifer was already waiting with a glass of wine. She placed it on a tray and handed the tray to me. “Do you know how to serve your Mistress properly, Kimmy?”

“Gawd! How does everyone know my slave name?” I wondered. “Ah, no, ma’am, I probably don’t. Can you possibly advise me? Somehow I feel I should not screw this up.”

“You should kneel first then hold the tray out in front of you. When she accepts the wine, ask for permission to return the tray.”

“Thank you, Jennifer.”

“Just part of the famous service we provide here at Lisa’s, Kimmy. Good luck!”

I returned to Kelly and did what Jennifer recommended. Instead of giving me permission to return the tray, however, Kelly asked me if I still needed to pee.

“Yes, Mistress, I do.”

“Can you continue to hold it?”

“Not much longer, Mistress.”

“Why haven’t you said something?”

“I did, Mistress, when we arrived here, but you wouldn’t give me permission. I assumed you wouldn’t want me bothering you about it and assumed that since you were aware of my need, you would advise me when you bursa anal yapan escort felt it was time. I’m sorry for not asking again, Mistress.”

“Don’t lament about it, pet. Your supposition was correct. That is why I just inquired about your need. My question was meant to determine your thought patterns within our Mistress/slave relationship. I must say that you do think submissively. I did assume if you were close to peeing your pants, you would have the common sense to inform me. Now, give me the tray and stand.” I stood, spread my feet about a foot apart and clasped my hands behind my back. “Very good pet. Now, present!”

When I attained position she said, “See how nicely my tits are offered to me when you stand like that.”

I glanced down and smiled. “Yes, ma’am I do.”

“OK, pet, remove your skirt, fold it and place it on this tray.” I stared directly into her eyes while I opened the belt, slipped my fingers into the waistband of the skirt and pushed down. Thirty seconds later, it was on the tray. “Excellent, pet. Now kneel.” Thankfully, she is letting me retain some of my modesty. I now understood why she initially said that she wanted me to wear panties. I must remember to thank Sam for suggesting the tap pants.

“I am about to command you to silence. It is very important that you not forget what that means. Would you like me to refresh your memory?”

“Yes, ma’am, that might be helpful, so your slave does not embarrass you.”

“When you are commanded to silence you are forbidden to speak unless you are answering a question posed to you by your Mistress and no one else. I didn’t mention this before, but you may talk when you are delivering a message from your Mistress to someone else. Just remember to deliver that specific message and say nothing else. There is a similar command you shall now learn. One word may be added to the command and that word is ‘total.’ When I command you to total silence, you are not even permitted to request permission to speak. However, you must still answer your Mistress’ questions, and deliver her messages. Either command remains in effect until I say the words ‘you are permitted to speak again.’ Only your Mistress can permit you to speak again. Be very careful and fully engage your brain before you open your mouth. Sometimes periods of silence are like the game of ‘Simon Says.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Then, I command you to total silence.”

“What is your name?”

“Kimmy, slut, pet, or anything else my Mistress wishes to call me.”

“Tell me the name of Allyson’s slave.” It was not a question. I remained silent.

“Tell Allyson that I think her dress is beautiful.”

” Miss Allyson, my Mistress said to tell you that she thinks your dress is beautiful.”

“Ok, I am satisfied you know how to conduct yourself properly in a mode of total silence.” She placed a folded piece of paper on top of the skirt and said, “Return the tray to Jennifer and tell her that Mistress Kelly said that her slave needs to pee. Also tell her that this note is for her. You will then follow her directions without hesitation as though they were mine.”

Luckily, I did engage my brain as she suggested, because I almost automatically said, “Yes, Mistress.” Kelly smiled when I opened my mouth to respond then remained silent.

Once again, I was required to cross the floor in front of this group of women. This time wearing nothing but the tap pants, garter belt, nylons and heels. My cheeks were on fire, reflecting my total embarrassment.

When I repeated Kelly’s statements telling her that I needed to pee and about the note, Jennifer picked up the paper, read it, then looked at me with a wide grin and said, “Well, I am glad Kelly finally caught someone she might keep. That must be you. Am I correct?” She already knew the answer because she had called me Kimmy. I figured she might be testing me. Maybe that was what Kelly wrote on the note. I wasn’t sure if I could make non-verbal replies like shaking my head, so, in addition to not speaking, I remained motionless. “Oh, shit, she’s commanded you to total silence. This should be fun.”

“Here’s the situation, Kimmy. You now belong to me until I return you to Kelly or she tells me to release you. It will be over soon, so don’t worry, dear.” Something immediately bothered me when she left for a couple minutes and returned with a low sided plastic tray filled with some granular substance and set it on the bar. I bursa rus escort knew it meant trouble for me but couldn’t put my finger on the reason. Then she said, “There is a spittoon on the floor beside you. “I looked around and felt a little silly because I didn’t know what a spittoon was. I had heard the word used but had never seen one. Jennifer must have recognized my confusion because she whispered, “It’s the brass vase,” and laughed. “They are called spittoons because they used to be placed in bars and barbershops for callous men to spit into when they were chewing on a wad of tobacco. We keep them here because they are nice decorations and because they come in handy for other things.”

I watched closely as she took the piece of note paper, ripped it in half and wrote the number one on the back of one half and the number two on the other. She then folded the papers, put them in a cup, shook the cup and dumped the two pieces onto the bar. “OK, here’s the deal, Kimmy. Using a simple lottery system, you get to select the receptacle you will use.” My eyes must have looked as large as golf balls because I finally knew what was going to happen. Jennifer ignored my sense of fright and continued, “You will point to one of these two receptacles to designate your choice for number one. The other will be number two. You will then pick up one of these pieces of paper. The number on that piece will determine the receptacle you shall use to relieve yourself.”

I pointed to the spittoon and Jennifer loudly announced, “Ladies, the spittoon has been designated as door number one, so Tabby’s litter box will be door number two.” A loud roar came from behind me, as Jennifer whispered, “Tabby is our cat, but she won’t mind if you use her litter box.”

“Oh, damn,” I thought. “I’m not sure I can do this.” I sensed all the blood in my body rushing to my head.

“Don’t worry, Kimmy. Everyone here is your friend tonight, even though you haven’t met most of them yet.”

Jennifer turned and rang a brass bell hanging on the wall behind her. “Quiet everyone. Kimmy is about to learn which door she will open for her new experience.” I picked up one piece of paper and handed it to Jennifer. “Oh, no, love. It’s your show; you get to open the door. My hands were shaking so much I almost dropped the slip as I unfolded it and handed it to Jennifer. “Ladies, I am pleased to announce that she picked number two. Kimmy needs to pee. What do you say?” The room erupted into a cacophony of noise as my audience chanted various things, clapped their hands, and stamped their feet. What I could hear the most above the roar was a continuous “Go! Go! Go! Go!” Even I had to smile.

I was confused about the next step, but Jennifer wasn’t. She rounded the bar and clipped a chain leash to my collar. “Kimmy, you’re not going to like this, but you can’t do this while wearing those panties. Lay them on the tray with your skirt.”

I wanted to turn the clock back about twelve hours and tell Kelly to take her contract and shove it. There was no way that the contract I signed would be considered legal. No one can own a slave in the United States. I can just go over to Kelly, tell her to go to hell and walk out. A tug on my leash literally pulled me out of my reverie. “Remove your panties, Kimmy, pick up the litter box and come with me.” Now wearing only a garter belt, nylons, shoes and collar, and carrying the litter-filled container, I followed my guide to my destiny. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, they did. I thought we would be going to the restroom. Everyone would know what I was doing, but Jennifer would be the only one watching me. Gawd, talk about being naïve! Jennifer became my executioner when she stopped in the center of the dance floor and told me to set the litter box down.

I hadn’t realized it, but my audience was quickly moving closer. I didn’t really notice until they started to form a semicircle in front of us. “Kimmy, dear, your Mistress has given you permission to pee. Since you are her pet, it is appropriate that the door you selected led directly to the litter box. Now you shall pee like a pet.” I felt as if I were slowly sinking into a dark abyss.

Kelly’s voice brought me back to reality. “Squat over your litter box, my darling, and let it flow.”

Talk about humiliation. I thought that nothing could be worse than this. How the fuck could Kelly say she loved me then put me on display, essentially naked, in front of all these women and expect me to pee. At the same time, something inside me wanted to show her I could do it. What a paradoxical emotion. Facing my audience, I put my feet outside the litter box, lowered my hips so that I was in a squatting position, put my hands over my knees with my legs spread wide leaned forward a little and tried to pee. It just wouldn’t come. I was too embarrassed AND humiliated.

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