Becoming a Sissy Maid , Slut Vol. 04

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Preview: Here is another chapter of my multi-part “Becoming a Sissy Maid & Slut Story.” I so hope you all are enjoying this story. I’m no professional writer so excuse me for any writing errors. But I have a flood of sissy maid, slut, crossdressing ideas, thoughts and fantasies to share. I will add more chapters to this unfolding multi-part story now ONE chapter at a time until my story runs its course. Enjoy!

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Chapter Ten: Off to Work I Go.

The alarm clock goes off now becoming as typical for my new sissy life at 7:30am. Oh, another day, I awake still groggy from last night. But I know I can’t waste time, a sissy’s life is one being under the thumb of her Master. I take off the clothes that I sleep in, my black satin slip, a black, satin and lace bra, with a black, satin high cut panty and black, sheer pantyhose. I love sleeping in pantyhose. These are all folded and kept under my sissy pillow, for my nightly sleep wear.

Off to the bathroom I go and to give myself another enema. I give myself an enema each day now to start my day out nice, fresh and clean. I then shower, dry myself off, spread on sweet, fragrant, body lotion and give myself a close shave as I may be a sissy girl but I still have face shaving to do. Then it’s another morning of makeup application. This is something men do not have to do, but like most real girls, sissies do makeup everyday. I takes me about 25-30 minutes to shave and apply makeup. So by 8:15-8:20am I’m ready to put on a maids dress for the day.

Today, I’ll show myself in one of my light pink, maids dresses. I start with a white, hip length satin slip over a white, satin and lace bra and white satin high cut panty. I put my breast enhancers in my bra. Today, I’m going to open up a new pair of light, pink, sheer pantyhose. I slide these feminine pantyhose with joy up my smooth legs and over my sissy hips. Ok, it’s frilly petticoat and then dress time. I top it off with my white satin and lace apron, pink with white lace choker and pink and white lace cap on top my strawberry blond wig. Finally I pick out a pair of light, pink, patent, 5 inch spike heel pumps. Standing in front my full length mirror I look at my sissy maid self and tweak and adjust my outfit. I’m thinking, oh I look so cute, dainty and pretty, Master will surely enjoy this look too. It’s now up stairs to the kitchen I go to make Master’s breakfast. If I’m in the kitchen by 8:30am, then I know that I’m on time.

With breakfast for Master now on the go, I then begin making myself a morning pot of gruel. Soon Master arises and enters the kitchen. I turn to him and give him a cute, sissy curtsey, saying “Good Morning Master.”

Master eyes me in my pretty pink satin maids dress. “A very pretty maids dress today Chantel,” he says. I curtsey and thank him again.

Soon, I’m serving him his breakfast and pouring him a fresh, hot cup of coffee. After serving I curtsey and wish him to enjoy his breakfast. Master tells me to pour a bowl of gruel for myself and to fill my sissy cup with some day old, cold black coffee as per usual now in my sissy life. I do as I’m told. He then allows me to sit at the table with him, remembering to only speak when spoken too.

As breakfast continues, he asks if I’m looking forward to my first day working at the adult store? To which I tell him I’m very excited at doing this job today and in my pink maids dress, pink pantyhose and my pink spike heeled pumps.

As Master finishes his breakfast and then heads off to his work place, I curtsey and wish him to have a nice day. He sternly tells me to be on my best behavior at my sissy job and to make sure all required household chores are also done by the time he comes home from work. I curtsey with a, “Oh yes, I will, Master.”

I wash the breakfast dishes and tidy up to then get my pink, sissyish purse and white cropped jacket on to head to the adult store. On the way there I had to stop to buy gas for the car, I thought, Oh boy a quick little humiliation thing as I do such at a gas station. Once at a gas station I had to step out of my car in all my pink, satin maids dress, pink hose and heels glory. It was electrifying and embarrassing as others filing up soon notice sissy me.

So I am now fumbling through my pink, sissy purse trying to find my van escort debit card. Once I find it I begin the process of filling up my car’s gas tank. A few others look at me and smile, one lady says I look very pretty in my pink dress and pink high heels. Of course I curtsey and thank her. She giggles as she walks to her car. A couple woots and whistles by both males and females and soon I’m finished. Back inside my car and off to the adult store for four hours of sissy work for a whole $20.00 of net pay.

Once at the store and parked I step out of my car and more public exposure of my faggot, sissy maid self. I’m nervous but also so excited as I step inside the shop. As I walk up and to the main counter, I see Christa is waiting for me. I curtsey for her and say, “Good Morning Miss Christa, sissy Chantel at your service.”

Christa replies happily, “Good Morning Chantel, you look so very pretty in your frilly, lacy and satiny pink maids dress,” she adds,” Those are lovey, pink heels and yes pink nylons look so good on your sissy legs.”

Of course I curtsey again and say, “Thank you ma’am.”

She goes on, “Nice job on your make up too, so very girly.”

Oh I’m so excited at such talk, if my sissy dick was not all caged up it would be so rock hard, but I say, “Oh, I’m so grateful for your compliment Miss Christa.”

Christa next, dispatches me to the back room where I can put my pink, sissy purse and take off my white cropped jacket. Then she gets me started on some tasks. It seems the store owner, Mark has a few boxes of newly arrived merchandise that needs to be opened, priced and put out on display. I curtsey and get on with the task at hand.

As I am placing out products, tagging with price stickers, making sure all is on proper display, customers come in and about. Christa basically carries on discussions with customers as well as selling to them. But I am noticed by all customers who come in pretty well right away. I mean a sissy maid in a pink maids dress, pink pantyhose, pink high heels, a wig and makeup on well how can one not notice me.

Christa explains that I’m a new hire and the owner likes the idea of having a sissy work here for inexpensive labour and lots of in store entertainment. Most customers enjoy what they see. Some come to me and tell me that I look cute and very sissyish. Of course as per usual I thank each person and curtsey.

Not too much later a gentleman enters the store and strikes up a conversation with Christa. I keep busy, pricing and placing out merchandise but with each customer who enters the store I can’t help but to look. It seems this gent looks to be rather a regular customer and is returning some videos. But he also notices me as he looks at me. He and Christa are talking, I can’t make out all they are saying but it is surely about me. But it seems he is asking about the sign at the counter where it states “Ask us about private time with Chantel.”

Soon I hear a ‘ding’ of a counter bell and Christa is calling me to come to her. I curtsey and say, “Yes, ma’am, I’m coming ma’am.” as I scamper in my high heels to the counter. Once arriving I curtsey again and ask Christa, “How may I be of service?”

I seems this gentleman who is a mature gent, average height, weight and looks is interested in the ‘private time’ with me. Christa tells the gentleman that I’m quite the submissive, sissy girl and besides doing regular work chores here, that I also like to be made available for some private times. She introduces me as sissy Chantel.

I curtsey and say, “Yes sir my name is Chantel and I would enjoy being of service to you.”

The gent replies, “My name is Ralph and I really like the way you are dressed, so pink and girly,” he adds,” You look like a fine, sissy maid.”

I curtsey again and reply, “Yes, sir Ralph, I am a happy sissy maid.”

Christa now says, “Chantel, Ralph has given us a suggested donation of $20.00 to take you in back in the privacy/video booths for about 20 minutes of free time,” she goes on,” Be a good girl and do as he asks.”

I face Christa, curtsey once again and reply, “Yes, ma’am, I will happily go in back with Sir Ralph.”

He then takes my right hand in his and we begin walking to the back area of the store where the privacy/video booths yalova escort are, my pink, spike heels clicking with each step.

Once in a booth he says for me to kneel down before him, to which I do as a good sissy girl should. I can sense that he is excited and growing with lust. He tells me again how cute I look in my pink maids dress, hose and heels. He tells me my makeup has me looking quite feminine.

Feeling quite proud and special I say, “Oh thank you sir, I really try to look as feminine as I can.”

He says, “I can tell and you are a lucky sissy as your features come out quite girlish.”

I’m now gushing with sissy pride and say, “Thank you sir.”

Ralph now has me undo his pants, pull them down and then pull down his boxers. It’s always now a nervous but exciting moment when I pull down a guys pants and underwear. Waiting to see another man’s stiff cock. Ralph’s is quite typical about 6 odd inches hard, cut and of good girth. Don’t get me wrong as a sissy slut I love all cock, I worship all cock and I do want to service all cock given to me. Ralph is getting more and more hot and horny. He sits on the booth’s chair, legs spread open and me on my sissy knees before his engorged cock. He excitedly tells me that he wants me to suck him off and make sure to swallow any cum he will feed me. As I look up to him I smile and say, “Oh yes sir, I will happily suck you off and I will swallow your man juice as my last name of Swallows notes.”

He smiles and lays back on the chair. I cup his balls with one hand and grasp his hard on with my right hand as I slip his cock through my wet, lipstick covered lips. I hear him moan and smile. I then run my tongue around his shaft with a lot of saliva wetting it all up. I moan and he moans. I begin more and more sissy head bobbing on his stiff cock. We keep working at it and our lust is ever more hotter. Ralph is so enjoying a sissy slut like me suck his cock. I’m happy as a sissy slut to oblige.

About 8 or 9 minutes of this and I can sense he is moving towards orgasm. His moans become clear and his stiff cock is nearing its eventual explosion of man goo. Ralph still leaning back in the chair takes his right hand and begins to press my head down on his shaft, not too hard but enough for me to know when he blows his thick wad it will spray nicely in my sissy mouth. Not a few seconds after thinking that, it then happens, a flood a creamy and warm cum fills my mouth. He grunts as he shoots and soon he pants a deep expelling breath. My mouth has the pleasure of tasting his warm goo and swallowing it.

As I slip my mouth off his shaft and lick it clean. He looks down and tells me the lipstick all over his shafts is cool and fun to look at. I am to then tuck his manhood back in his boxers and pull up his pants. He tells me that he enjoyed that blowjob very much. On my knees I look up then bow my head and say, “Thank you sir.” He then steps out of the booth and walks back to the front of the shop. I fix my lipstick, get back up on my heels and too walk out to the front.

Ralph is chatting with Christa as I come out front. Christa tells me that I’m a good girl, Mark the owner will be pleased. I curtsey and thank both Christa and Ralph. Christa tells me to get back to my store chores. I curtsey and say, “Yes ma’am.” and walk back to the merchandise I was placing out. Ralph walks out of the store, Christa, yells back to me, “Good job as a little cock sucking, sissy Chantel.” I curtsey and thank her again.

Over the next three or so hours of me doing tasks in the store as a sissy maid, I did have two other gents take me in back for some private times. In both cases they enjoyed blowjobs from me and enjoyed getting off in my sissy mouth for a fair donation into the pot of $20.00 each. This all totaled $60.00 in private time donations to which will be split 50/50 with my Master. Of course as a sissy maid and slut I get none of the money.

About a 1/2 hour to go in my first store sissy shift, Mark arrives to check on things. Christa calls me over to great Mark. Of course I do as I’m told and greet him with a curtsey and a hello sir. I stand silently looking down as Christa tells Mark of my day and of the three men I had some private time with in back. Mark is pleased and then has giresun escort me follow him upstairs to his office. I daintily walk behind him up the stairs and once inside his office as to be routine, I kneel before him.

He says, “So a very nice first day on staff here for you Chantel.”

I reply with a voice of satisfaction, “Yes, sir it was a very nice first day.”

Mark adds, “You even did some private servicing of men today, three men from what I see here,” adding, “$60.00 of bonus grab cash to which you will deliver $30.00 in an envelope to your Master today.”

I say with a sense of pride, “Oh yes sir, it’s a nice little gift that I made to share with you and my Master.”

“Christa tells me you were very good at following on floor orders by her today and completed all tasks she had you do,” He says, “Plus you were enjoyed by customers in the shop today. You were said to be very pretty in your pink maids dress, pink nylons and pink high heels.”

I reply with joy, “Oh yes sir, I hoped that I was very polite and entertaining.”

Mark next moves on to putting $30.00 in an envelope that I shall give Master at home. He then has me sign off on my 4 hours of labour and the official $50.00 pay out. This is our pay records. I then am handed two $20.00’s and one $10.00 bill. I then as a ‘privilege to work tax’ hand back $30.00 to Mark. This nets out my true sissy pay of $20.00 for four hours of sissy labour. Very good pay for a faggot, sissy like me. Mark lets me place the $20.00 into a ‘pay’ envelope that I will also give my Master when back at home. I am allowed to rise from my knees and curtsey with a thank you to Mark

Mark, next has me clear a space on top of his desk. I do as I’m told. Mark then grabs a tube of Astroglide, lubricant. Orders me to bend over the top of his desk, pull up my dress and petticoat. He then comes behind me and firmly pulls my pantyhose and panty down to my knees. I now hear his belt loosen and his pants zipper be pulled down. I am staring to my front and not look over my shoulder. Mark now squirts out some lube on his fingers and begins to lube up my butthole. “Ohh, ohh,mmm, feels good sir.” I say.

Mark replies, “That is nothing, I’m gonna bang you hard with my hard cock Chantel, fuck you like the slut you are and know that you want to be.”

“Mmmm, sounds so good sir.”

Soon he begins probing my butthole, it hurts as he stuffs his hard cock up inside me, but once in, it begins to work ok. He thrusts gently at first, working his hard cock, the lube up my butthole to where we can be in to it as if we are one. The sound of us moaning in lust was so hot. I stare in front of me, my upper body laying flat on the top of his desk. Mark moans and pants. His rhythm and trusting does get more intense. I almost feel as if I’m going to fall off my 5 inch heels. Minutes pass and both of us are into it BAD! I so want him to shoot his load of creamy, cum juice up my rectum. I can feel he is now getting closer to doing so.

“Ahh, ugh, ummm ohh.” I repeat over and over.

Mark moans and groans over and over, each pelvic thrust inches his wad of goo moving up through his hard cock, until it’s bam, and a jet of hot semen fills inside me. Mark groans with joy, I just give a deep ugh and mmm. His thrusting slows and then stops. He smoothly pulls out of my butthole and steps away.

I’m now slowly getting back up off his desk and begin to turn towards him as such he tells me to drop back on my knees and take some tissues on his desk and wipe his dick clean and then tuck it all back in his underwear and pull up his pants. I happily do as I’m told. He then walk as out telling me to clean myself up and put myself back together, I bow and say “Yes, sir.”

He chimes back, “Don’t forget your two money envelopes as you come back down stairs.”

“Yes sir.” I say.

I get myself all back together after wiping the lube and semen from my backside with some wads of tissue. I then gather the two envelopes and head down stairs to the store front. Mark is talking with Christa as I get my cropped jacket and pink purse from in back. As I’m about to leave for the day, Mark and Christa tell me that I’m a good girl. I curtsey and thank them. Christa says, “See you tomorrow at 10:00am Chantel.”

I curtsey and reply, “Yes, ma’am, see you at 10:00am.” as I step out and back into my car. I am now on my way back home and to get on with my household chores and soon dinner before Master arrives home. He will be pleased with my first work shift at the adult store.

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Sexual Awakening of Eddie

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While waiting to begin college Eddie (Edminster) Wells worked in a warehouse. His workmates were all male and he really learnt something, finding guys could talk day after day about only two things – sport and sex.

Actually on his first day there was a third topic – his name. The guys couldn’t believe any parents would be dumb enough to call their child Edminster and claimed Eddie’s explanation that the name had been in his family for seven generations didn’t cut ice.

One guy teased him and after an hour Eddie said, “Shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”

“You and whose army,” sneered the guy, who was pretty big. But Eddie, having been big into athletics and boxing, was confident he could close Riley’s mouth.

Eddie stepped up to the grinning 24-year old and slapped him across the mouth.

“Fuck, that hurt,” Riley shouted.

“Fight, fight,” yelled his friends and everyone in the warehouse including the manager gathered.

A fist whistled over Eddie’s shoulder and he sunk his fist into Riley’s gut and as the surprised guy leaned forward gasping Eddie knocked him backwards with a beautifully executed uppercut.

“Anyone else?” Eddie sniffed. “No? Well just expect to be slammed if you insult my respected family name.”

Riley was helped to his feet and although groggy the foreman made him shake hands with Eddie and apologize.

“Your name’s okay with me Eddie. Sorry I abused you. Jesus you can punch.”

Eddie had been hoping to experience some real sex when working to prepare him for the rigors of college sex. So far his sexual experiences were less than memorable. He’d laid four senior girls during his final year at high school and two of his older sister’s girlfriends but it hadn’t happened. He’d been told a female who could really fuck would ring his bell.

The more talk he heard in the warehouse about sex the more he accepted he’d been unlucky and had landed up with passive females who were also too scared about having sex to enjoy it. That was bad news. Perhaps girls froze because of his real name, Edminister?

He talked to Glenys his sister who was twenty-three about this and she sympathized and asked did he wish to try her. She claimed to have a reputation for moving her ass.

“Mom would kill us if she found out.”

“We could go away for a weekend,” she said.

“Mom would be suspicious if we were both away at the same time.”

Glenys said, “You appear very negative. Are you sure you aren’t the problem?”

“Oh thanks,” Eddie huffed and went off to sulk.

* * *

One evening Lily Jensen called Eddie and invited him round for tea on Friday night. She’d gone through high school with him but they had never dated. She was working at the mall while waiting to go to college.

“Okay, why this sudden interest?”

“Mark Martin had been dating me but has gone south to work in his grandfather’s factory. It’s 275 miles away so he won’t be coming home at weekends just to have sex with me.”

So Lily wanted sex? “Okay Friday night is okay… it won’t be vegetarian will it?”

“No, dad eats meat twice a day.”

When Eddie arrived for dinner Lily kissed him with a touch of tongue and pressed into him with promise. Fair enough. She took him into the kitchen to meet her mom. Eddie vaguely recalled he’d seen Laura Jensen at high school functions but only in a crowd and he hadn’t really taken any notice of her. But not now: his eyes were riveted. Mrs Jensen oozed sexiness. She carried some extra weight but it was all taken up in curves. His cock immediately climbed into half-erection.

Laura smiled at him open mouthed. He could see her teeth, great teeth and she greeted him warmly, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Hi Eddie, welcome to our house.”

Eddie instinctively knew Laura was the sort of woman who’d toll his bell providing he was up to exciting her and showed he knew how to handle a woman. Her very presence made him feel frisky.

Laura asked could he make Martinis. He said yes and she asked him to made one for her and Lily and for him or alternatively he could have a beer or wine.

The phone went and Eddie heard Laura say, “Well no longer than an hour; I cannot hold dinner beyond then without spoiling it.”

“Is that dad saying he wants another hour in the bar?”

“Yes dear. He says all fellow directors are there with some VIPs and he’s learning stuff to his advantage. Thanks for the drink Eddie. Why don’t you show Eddie your room Lily?”

“Oh all right.”

Actually it was a bedroom suite; most impressive. As soon as they entered the room Eddie turned Lily around and kissed her. She kissed back and then pulled away. He reached for her again and said, “Don’t, you are just as bad as Mark, wanting to touch me all the time. I’ll do it with you but you’ll have to wait. I’m going to change for dinner.”

“I’ll go and talk to your mom.”

“Grab another yalova escort beer but you’ll be in the kitchen alone. She’ll be dressing for dinner.”

Fuck, Lily was just another one of those cold bitches. What a waste of time. He passed the master bedroom and saw Laura, just in bra and panties with a foot on the bed pulling on a stocking.

He froze.

She saw him.

“Oh hi Eddie. You have caught me a little bare.”

“Y-you look lovely.”

“Oh thank you darling. You may look as much as you wish after that delightful comment.”

“Y-you look all woman.”

“Oh indeed I am. Don’t let Lily catch you eyeing me up.”

Laura smoothed her hold-up stocking along her calf and up her thigh. “Some men find this sexy.”

“Very sexy,” Eddie said, hoping his tone reflected his interest and appreciation. His dick was tenting his pants. “I’ll make you another drink.”

God she had a large bra but still not big enough for her tits. “Oh Mrs Jensen,” he muttered on the way to the kitchen. “Grant me my wish to fuck you.”

* * *

Robert Jensen was friendly enough but a bit of a bore. His wife kept a lively conversation going and included Eddie wherever she could. She sat opposite him at dinner and Eddie was disappointed she didn’t attempt to ram a foot up into his crotch. Perhaps she wasn’t interested in boys… er… young men?

The parents went to bed early to watch a film. Lily took Eddie on to the sofa and they fucked nervously, keeping an eye on the door. She coldly told him to hurry up and to shoot inside her, not over her. As soon as they finished she pushed him off her. “Get me a towel from the guest bathroom.”

Was sex really meant to be like this? Perhaps his sister was right… he was the one at fault and failed to turn up the passion in women.

Eddie knew he needed to fuck someone so it might as well be Lily. So he hung around Lily for six weeks. On Wednesday of their first week together Lilly said, “Mom and dad are going to a dine and dance on Saturday night. Dad says it’s okay for us to accompany them if we’d like that.”

“Yeah, why not. I’ve not danced since high school.”

They had quite a good night. The wine flowed and Lily proved to be a good dancer.

Robert took his daughter off to dance and Laura said. “What about us?”

God, thought Eddie. She’s going to ask me to fuck her. He tongue froze.

“Or is it you don’t dance with old women.”

Oh she was talking about dancing. He stood and said, “Ma’am, may I have the honor of his dance?” His maternal Gran had taught him that line.

“Why sir, how gallant of you. I accept.”

Eddie followed her curvy ass to the small dance floor. She filled his arms voluptuously, pulling him in against her softness and said, “Is it okay if we dance this close?”

“With you, yes,” he smiled and she giggled.

Then she was straight into it. “Have you seen any other women in stockings since you saw me that first night you came to dinner?”

“Only Lily.”

“Oh yes of course. I think you are somewhat interested in me.”

“Yes.”

“That was a very careful yes.”

“Your husband is not far away behind you.”

She didn’t blink. “Oh, so why the interest?”

Eddie believed she’d accept anything he said without embarrassment or creating a fuss. “You appear to ooze sex.”

“Oh god, what a thing to say to me.”

“It’s just my impression. I find younger women a bit too detached.”

“So you thought if you got between my fat thighs your world of sexual gratification would change for the better?”

“That’s an excellent way of putting it but that’s enough about fat thighs. What I saw appeared to be simply large and powerful.”

“Oh god, should you be talking like that to me?”

“Yes.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Laura said, pushing into his crotch.

And then the fucking clueless band completed that number.

As they neared the table a little behind her husband and daughter, Laura said, “I’ll give you the opportunity before too long if you wish.”

“Oh yes, I wish.”

She laughed and squeezed her arm against his. Lily grabbed Eddie to reclaim him and for the remainder of the night was suggestively amorous and in the car actually put some effort into her fucking. Aha, thought Eddie, stimulated by a bit of competition; she must have seen her mom fawning over him. Oh God, that meant Robert may have as well.

After that Eddie distanced himself from Laura but remained friendly with her. She was impossible to ignore.

Eddie took to hanging around his sister a bit more and becoming use to him being sprawled on his bed she became more relaxed and dressed and undressed when he was there and eventually thought nothing of fully stripping in front of him. Eddie’s mission was to really learn about how women dressed and removed their clothing and how they messed around in the bedroom zonguldak escort and bathroom.

“Is Lily giving you any cause for complaint or is she actually moving her ass?”

“Um she’s improved but can’t ring my bell.”

Glenys frowned. What happens when you slip a fingertip into her rectum?

“What?”

Glenys sat down and talked to him for an hour about what turns a woman on and what doesn’t. Basically she was very informative but in the way of women she left him substantially confused because in describing what turned some women on she’d counter by saying that would also turn some women off because it could irritate some women even when being steamed up for sex.

“Well how do I know what will work?” he groaned frustrated.

She annoyed him by smiling and saying, “That is the glory about sex… you find out things from trial and error. That stops it from being boring and for humans places mating on a higher plane.”

“God it’s so complicated it’s a wonder anyone fucks,” he said.

“Do you have difficulty?”

“No it’s usually easy as pie… I work away untroubled, touch, the legs part – well usually – and in I go.”

Glenys looked at him, finishing dressing into home clothes. “Would you like me to come over and give that cock of yours a good rumble?”

Their mom coming in answered that by saying, “Now you two, you know I don’t like the door closed when you are in a bedroom together.”

She would have noted they were eight feet apart.

“Aw mom, we are brother and sister.”

“Yes dear, I know but it’s Glenys that worries me, not you.”

Eddie wondered what his mom meant. He never did find out.

The third Saturday since Lily had called Eddie to her side, she and her father went to visit his parents seventy-five miles away and weren’t return till late that evening. They left at dawn and Laura called Eddie just before 9:00.

The conversation opened peculiarly. She said “Hi, it’s Laura. Are you going to the mall today?”

The answer should have been no because he didn’t go to the mall weekends because there were too many people, too many kids. Something told him not to answer no.

“Yeah, later this morning.”

“Want to meet me at Linda’s Coffee shop at 9:30. I haven’t seen you for a few days.”

Eddie’s throat closed but he managed, “Yep.”

“Is that all you can say?”

“Show some cleavage,” he croaked.

She giggled and said he needed a bucket of water tossed over him.

And that was it. She cut the call.

Eddie showered and shaved and put on clean underpants, thinking this could be the time… what had she called it? She would ‘give him the opportunity’. He looked peacefully into the mirror and sighed, “Is this the day I really get it delivered, to be wrenched out of my sexual torpor? He patted his half erection hoping it would be long enough to service Mrs Jensen; she did have rather fat thighs and a rounded belly and that could nullify a couple of inches.

He arrived at the coffee shop a little late knowing she’d be late. But she was already seated. She was showing bosom and smiled and turned her cheek to be kissed.

“You smell lovely,” he whispered and her smile broadened. He took her order and went to the counter knowing this could be the biggest adventure of his young life. On the other hand she just might want company while she drank her coffee. His heart sank.

When they were leaving the coffee shop Laura said, “What will you do now?”

Eddie desperately wanted to say ‘to be taken home by you and be fucked mercilessly’ but he lacked the courage. It also appear far too blatant, not nearly sophisticated enough. Instead while thinking he scratched under an arm and said what he was half-thinking, “I’m hungry, thinking of lunch.”

She smiled and said, “Well come home for a beer and I’ll make you lunch.”

“Okay.”

“No thank you?”

“Oh yeah, manners. Thank you Mrs Jensen, I accepted.”

“Address me as Laura just for today,” she said, looking at him intently.

“Yes Laura,” he croaked.

Eddie walked to his car ready to bash out his brains on the steering wheel. God where was romance. He must have sounded like a language-deprived schoolboy but the closer he got to the Jensen’s home the broader became his grin, being absolutely confident his message would have been unmistakable: Yes, take me home and feed me and I’ll fuck you.”

But then the grin faded. Er, did people of Laura’s generation actually think like that? Eddie then grappled with the dilemma: Park in the driveway, on the street, around the corner? He decided discretion suggested around the corner. He went around to knock on the backdoor so she wouldn’t embarrass him and said she hadn’t heard him drive up and found Laura unloading a tray on to a table beside the pool.

“Oh hi, I didn’t hear you drive up.”

“Er no.”

“Oh.”

Well zonguldak escort that was off to an awkward start. What now?

Laura, still in her mall clothes held up her arms and said, “Kiss me.”

The kiss was long, starting fairly passively and finishing with hints of rising passion.

“I want to have sex with you,” Laura said, stroking his face before letting him go. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes please. Can you ring my bell?”

She laughed and pushed him away, asking for a Martini. He chose beer. She asked what was this about wanting his bell rung and he told her, not holding back on his concerns that he might be the person at fault for always enduring languid fucks.

“What are they?” she giggled.

“When the female fails to ignite.”

“How do you know they ever do?”

“I’ve watched adult DVDs, read books and articles and heard guys talk.”

Laura said that could all be bullshit. Didn’t he know guys lied and films were make-believe?

She saw his disappointment and smiled, reaching across to take his hand, “You’ll get nothing but passion with me. However, remember I’m an old woman.”

“But you’re under fifty?”

“Christ Eddie, give me a break. I’m only just forty-two.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Perhaps you ought to continue your search for a passionate young woman. They exist.”

“I believe my sister is one.”

“Eddie, I’m not recommending…”

“It’s okay. Mom would kill us if she found us at it.”

They finished their drink. Laura stood and held out her hand. She led Eddie inside and locked the door.

“I don’t want to do it on your bed.”

“I’ve already prepared the guest room in anticipation of your wishing to guest-visit my pussy.”

They looked down at Eddie tenting.”

“Oooh.”

And then, “You are still only a boy Eddie, are you sure about this.”

“Yes, it’s part of reaching for adulthood. I’m actually nineteen and five weeks.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Laura said solemnly.

In the guest room after more kissing, Eddie unfastened Laura’s silk shirt and she saw him lick his lips as he eyed her bulges around her bra. He’d put on that show for her.

She turned to allow him to unfasten the bra. Most girls he went with had a one-hook fastener or even just a bow in the front. Laura had three hooks to unfasten. She turned to face him, pulling off her bra and Eddie gurgled in delight as he saw the heavy hangers with enormous areola and big nipples.

“Go get ’em tiger,” she cooed, pulling down his head.

The afternoon Laura plunged Eddie into ‘sextasy’. Okay, she had bulges and a stomach roll that he was not used to seeing but so what? She didn’t appear to find fault with her body and played with her tits and stroked her pussy as if they were there for that purposes, endearing Eddie to her.

He didn’t think someone of her generation would suck cock but apparently Laura hadn’t been informed about that. She played around as if she were sucking, licking, squeezing and blowing on a work of art until he blew, and she swallowed, staring at him deeply, her blonde colored hair with dark roots now all over the place and her lips ready to suck at anything that came within reach. When finding he was still very erect – and that wasn’t hard to find – she pulled him into her, missionary style, and then partway through switched to doggie and guided his forefinger up her ass. She was groaning, smiling, thrusting, squeezing and several times brought him to the brink, only for him to retreat until she squeezed her cunt around him hard and shouted, “Now.”

Eddie experienced big booming in his head as his bell tolled.

Eddie emptied into her and later, after a nap, she rode him, her big swinging tits making his eyes pop because they looked so lethal. She stopped, rolled a condom on him and then sat on him again, this time he went up her alternative hole. She was gurgling in delight and for the first time Eddie was pleased to be an ass-fucker because they both enjoyed it so much and she was so tight.

Later they she sat on his thighs and had what she called ‘a rocking chair’ and they rocked away for a very long time until they toppled over and went to sleep, which is how Lily and Robert found them.

Robert allowed Eddie to dress and then kicked his ass as Eddie was shown the door and told never to return. By then Laura was in the bath singing and Lily was in the background still blubbering.

Eddie swaggered to his car, unfazed that Robert was now his enemy. If the asshole didn’t like it he should stay home and attend to his wife.

On Monday in the warehouse when the guys were boasting about their weekend sexual exploits Eddie said he managed to get into a middle-aged married woman but the guys weren’t interested in hearing about that, not that Eddie would have given details. Eddie listened to their drivel smiling, believing the claims were mostly lies. He was itching to tell someone about how he’d been dragged practically kicking and screaming into the real world of passionate sex and had emerged feeling the arrival of his manhood. Ah yes, late tonight he’d sneak into bed with Glenys and tell her.

THE END

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After they went roaming the various shops of Laguna Beach. They found her some very nice things to wear for that evening, and a set of clothes for their San Diego trip on Sunday. He bought her three pair of shoes that fit perfect. She cautioned him about spending too much money, but he waived her off with a sharp contortion of his face, then a smile.

After spending the largest part of the day shopping, they walked down to the beach, and sat on the sand barefooted; watching the waves splashing on the shore. She couldn’t believe the size of his feet compared to hers.

It was now three in the afternoon, and time to go. They walked back to the car, hand in hand and started the forty-five mile trip back to his Condo. Upon arriving at his place, he unloaded all of the packages and took them in.

“What time do we have to go to dinner?” asked Linda.

“Are you hungry?”

“No not really … I thought a shower would be nice first.”

“A shower would be nice,” he said mimicking her voice.

They went into his bathroom and began to take off their clothes. When she was down to her panties, Richard began to get hard. Her breasts were very nicely rounded with nipples that stood up like number two Ticonderoga pencil erasers. Richard put his arms around her squashing her titties to his chest. She could feel his cock pressing against her tummy, and it felt wonderful.

Richard hooked his thumbs in the top of her frilly pink panties, and then knelt in front of her as he pulled them down to the floor. She placed her hands on his head, as she stepped out of them. He was on his knees as; Paris might have knelt down in front of a Helen of Troy, begging for her love. He then kissed her on the stomach, and she moaned and held his head tighter.

Richard then moved down to her sacred triangle, and kissed her between her gorgeous legs, which could have been sculptured by Michelangelo himself. As his tongue came in contact with her clit, she held his hair in both hands and spread her legs a little more.

At the touch of his tongue, her pussy became moist with liquid. He licked up all of her juice and began sucking on her labia. Her knees began to get week and she dropped to the floor. They began to kiss and she tasted herself for the first time on his lips.

Some time had passed when he helped her to her feet, and into the shower. The warm water pelted both of them like a small waterfall. She could not keep her hands off of him and began to squeeze his balls, then moved her hand to his cock. As she began to play with it, he slid a lone finger up into her vagina. When she moaned, he turned her around and told her to bend over. As his massive penis began to slide into her pussy, she groaned,

“Oh Richard … please … do it to me … real hard.”

Richard’s cock was filling her up and she loved every inch of it. His penis made her feel like a stallion was fucking her. She thought of the famous Centaur half man half horse of Greek mythology, and knew they could not have had cocks any thicker than Richard’s. He grabbed her hips tight and began to thrust into her deep. The thrill of his lust was unbelievable and for a few seconds she thought she was going to pass out.

As his hips moved forward, his large testicles struck the center of her butt, almost like she was being spanked … lovingly. She spread her legs a little more, and reached in between them grabbing his balls, squeezing them lightly. She felt the wonderful pain of her orgasm building, and she knew that he was going to cum also. As his hands grasp her hips like twin claws, she sprayed like a cat marking her territory. He belonged to her now, and no female had better try to get him away from her.

She was Aphrodite to his Hephaestus, and Helen to his Paris. She was a Cocker Spaniel to his Great Dane. As her discharge released, his hands grasp her hips even harder and he groaned, squirting his cum deep in her vagina. Afterward, she turned around and placed her arms around his wonderful wet naked body, holding him tight, protecting him from the world. He belonged to her completely.

“Richard … We have to get up early to go to San Diego … I don’t want to go to dinner … can’t we just go to bed.”

“Whatever you say baby.”

“Richard, I was just wondering, when we have sex you don’t wear a condom. Were you trabzon escort counting on me to be on the pill?”

“No sweetie. My brother and I both have what is known as a low motility rate. Our guys don’t swim. They just kind of lay there like a bunch of beach bums. In order to get anyone pregnant, they would have to stick my balls with a rather large size needle and take out sperm that way. Then they would have to place it into a female’s uterus and inject it into the egg to fertilize it. It’s a real nasty process. My brother’s first wife left him as she wanted children and he couldn’t get her pregnant. If a regular guy wears a condom, you would still have a 3% chance of becoming pregnant. With me there is only a one tenth of one percent chance. Which is virtually nothing at all.

When my brother’s sperm analysis yielded very poor results, multiple tests and treatments were considered. Unfortunately, in some cases, like my brother and I, even with attempts to aspirate sperm directly from the testicles, treatment is not always successful.”

“Ok … thanks. I just didn’t want to get pregnant, at least until I’m out of school.”

“Not to worry baby. It’s like I’m shooting blanks. Would you feel better if you talked to my doctor?”

“No Richard, it’s ok; I believe you. Let’s go to bed.”

She took his hand, like a big sister with a younger brother and led him to the bedroom. They were naked as they crawled into the king size bed. She couldn’t believe her luck in getting him. He was handsome, well built and on top of it all intelligent. Not to mention he had a cock the size of her wrist. She was happier now than she had been in a long time. Now she was worried that things were too good. She decided not to begin anything really sexual, for a while anyway.

She lay there next to him, studying his face and body. This was the type of class she could pass with no problem. She would easily earn an “A” from the blowjobs alone she thought. That thought made her feel a little guilty, as she enjoyed it as much as he did, well almost as much as he did. When she began to run her hand over his massive chest, she found a small round scar.

“What is this?” she asked like a little girl who had just found a coin on her mother’s rug.

“A scar.” He said in a quick attempt to pass the subject by.

“How did it get there?”

“I was shot,” he said unceremoniously, like maybe he had just skinned his knee.

“What do you mean … shot?” Linda asked in a voice that was beginning to falter.

“Like in the cowboy movies. One guy points a gun at another guy, and pulls the trigger. The bullet moves from the gun into the other cowboy. It really wasn’t a big deal.”

“Somebody shot you, and it was no big deal?”

“It was the second week of the first gulf war. Almost everyone was getting shot.”

“Where did you get shot?” she asked almost in a panic.

“Right here,” he said pointing to the scar.

“Not where you were shot on your body. What location?”

“Kuwait. I was part of a NAVY seal team that went in to check things out before the regular forces went in. Four others on my team were shot also.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were only about five when it happened.”

“Not then. You should have told me, yesterday.”

“Why?”

“Well … just because … I really care about you.”

“That happened fifteen years ago. What did you want me to do, stand up in front of the class, strip off my shirt and say? Look everyone this was where I was shot.”

“Well you have to be more … careful.”

“Ok … well I can begin by not going to anymore wars. How is that?”

She laid her head on his shoulder and continued to rub his chest. Her hand was warm and soft to the touch. She felt wonderful, lying next to him naked. It was a comfortable feeling, and made her feel very close to him in a different way. She began kissing his chest, then his shoulder and down his arm, to his hand.

Linda then opened the palm of his hand and began to lick it, kissing and sucking each of his fingers. When his hand was wet with her saliva, she rubbed it on her titty, causing her nipple to pop up like a tiny submarine periscope.

The feeling of his hand on her breast, sent chills throughout her body. She thought of the many times she had uşak escort pleasured herself in the same manner. Linda then slid his hand down to her pussy at which time she didn’t have to do anything more. He slid a finger, still wet from her mouth onto her clitoris and touched it to the little nub. She was excited, in the knowledge of what was about to come. Richard’s finger then slid around on her moist pussy lips causing her to moan. She said,

“Please … please …”

“What baby? What do you want me to do?”

“Do exactly what you are doing … but do it with your tongue.”

“Come up here.”

“What?” she asked.

“Come up her sweetie and sit on my chest.”

“But I’m too heavy.”

“Come up here … now.” He said frowning.

She moved like an athlete, pulling herself up on the bed, then sat on his stomach. He motioned to her, crooking his index finger signaling her to move up on top of his chest. When she hesitated, Richard took hold of her hips and helped her to move up the rest of the way.

She was now sitting on his chest, her wet pussy only a short distance away from his face. When his tongue shot out of his mouth and came in contact with her crotch, the feeling was so fantastic that she sucked air through her teeth. Linda grabbed the headboard, with both hands and began to pull. Her pussy was moving all over his face; her juices forming on her labia. She was in heaven, a heaven where lust is God. She wondered how long she would go on wanting sex every day.

He was sucking her pussy and his moustache and beard were adding very rough highlights to her pleasure. She wasn’t sure if it felt good or it caused her pain. She pulled harder on the brass headboard, thrusting her hips forward and back, her juice now dripping down onto Richard’s chin. She could not get over the fact that this man was the most wonderful lover she had ever had. Everything he did, and everything he said was wonderful, and he always knew what to do and what to say. O God she was cuming again.

Linda reached around behind her and took hold of the “hulk”. Hard as a rock and thick as a bedpost, the “hulk” was ready to slide into her pussy and fuck her for several hours. Linda was ready also and slid down Richard’s chest to his stomach. She leaned forward on one hand, taking hold of his penis and guiding it into her pussy.

She then settled down on Richard’s large cock. It slid in slowly and they both groaned simultaneously. She began moving on this beautiful man, slowly as though she were a little girl riding a hobbyhorse. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was an adult who was allowed to take her pleasure from her teacher, and giving him the best pleasure she could in return.

She recalled once riding a mechanical bull, in a Country and Western bar. The only difference was this bull had a large cock, which had come to fit her vagina perfectly. She wanted to yell “yippy-ki-yay” but the loudest sound she could make was that of a low groan, that sounded more like an overworked electric motor. Linda began to move her butt faster, as the tip of his cock was all the way into her, rubbing her cervix. Sex was the best thing ever invented, and she wished that she had the patent rights.

She was fucking him harder and faster and she could feel herself getting ready, to cum. The feeling was intricate in design and beautiful in execution. She felt there was nothing else like the sexual experience in the world. Linda would love to continue doing it until she passed out, and secretly hoped it would be the last thing she would do just before she died. It was about to happen, as the area below her neck and above her titties, began to glow a bright red. Her thighs became warm and tiny electrical shocks were making them twitch.

Linda could feel a small pain in her neck and back, as though she had lifted something heavy. There it was, the wonderful feeling she always had as she started to cum; her juices saturating Richard’s penis and balls. Breathing hard, she lay down on her man, kissing his chest muscles, as he continued lunging upward shoving his immense cock into her vagina. Accelerating his speed, and holding her bare ass cheeks tight; his loving attack became almost fanatical. He was no longer Richard the professor of psychology; he was a Viking warlord raping her. She loved van escort his wild abandonment and his out of control defilement of her undefended pussy.

She felt him flex his whole body, as he began to cum deep inside her, his cum helping to cool the searing heat of her vagina. As he came, it triggered her system and she started to cum again, knowing this was only the prelude to a night of exquisite sexual desire and lust.

Richard relaxed however, he held her tight not moving. As Linda wanted to remain in this position and not break the physical bond between them, she began to flex the muscles around her pussy, holding his penis inside of her, sucking it with her vagina.

Richard shuttered in realization that this young girl, who was born around the time he was of legal drinking age, was in complete control of his body and sexual gratification. Not wanting to admit it, Richard knew Linda was the answer to his secret desire to be with a female who enjoyed life and sex in the same manner and frequency as he. Their future would be wonderful if he could keep up with her exuberance and carnal desires.

As her sweat, dripped down from her forehead on his chest, she asked,

“Do you want something to drink. I need some water; I’m dehydrated.”

“Water would be good. There are some bottles in the fridge.”

Although his penis was almost flaccid, there was a resounding “pop” as she removed herself from him. They both laughed at the sound. Linda crept through the Condo, totally naked. As she opened the refrigerator, the light shown against her tanned skin, and when she looked down she saw a mixture of their juices running down her inner thigh. No wonder she was thirsty. She picked up two bottles of cold water and grabbed a couple of paper towels off of a roll. She quickly wiped her thigh so she wouldn’t leave a trail of cum on his floor.

Linda hadn’t noticed it before, however her vagina was buzzing, almost humming like it was happy. She didn’t mind, as she was happy also. When she crept back into the bedroom, she was half bent over like she was attempting to hide something. Dan laughed and asked her why she was bent over. She shrugged a little and said,

“Shy?”

“You are shy?” He laughed again and shook his head. “Do you even know the meaning?”

“I think so.”

“It means that you are, drawn back from contact or familiarity with others; retiring or reserved. You aren’t any of those things. At least you aren’t with me.”

“Actually, I think that I’m just wet and a little cold.”

“Come here and get into bed. I’ll warm you up.”

Linda handed him a bottle of water and as she looked down she saw that his penis was getting hard again. She was amazed, as he had just cum ten minutes ago. As she took a long gulp of the sweet tasting Arrowhead water, she asked,

“Richard your cock is hard again. Didn’t I make you cum?”

“Yes sweetie, but you have been having that affect on me. I’ve had a hard time keeping it down. I guess it is the opposite of impotence. I guess you make me “potent.” You sure make me horny. Nobody, “woman or beast” has ever had an affect on me like you.”

“BEAST?”

“It’s an expression. Actually it is “Man nor Beast”, but I didn’t say ‘man’ as I didn’t want you to think that maybe I was gay.”

“Well I never would have thought you were gay,” said Linda, “unless you were a lesbian, with a gigantic clitoris and ovaries that hung below it.”

“Did you know that in the world of botany, the ovule-bearing lower part of a pistil on a plant, ripens into a fruit. That means when anybody eats fruit, they are eating plant pussy.”

“Sometimes you are just so strange. However that gives me an idea.”

Linda took another mouthful of water, knowing; hoping she would soon be dehydrated again. Richard moved carefully, between her legs, then with the precision and dedication of a neurosurgeon, his mouth only an inch from her open and temporarily neglected pussy, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and slid his hands palms up, under her butt cheeks.

Linda and Richard were both ready and anticipated what was about to take place. As his tongue slid from her anus up through the center of her external genitalia, to her clitoris, her juices again began to flow. This was beyond belief and she felt he should receive a “Silver Star” for action above and beyond the call of duty.

The pleasure-pain was so extreme; she took hold of his hair and caressed it, running her fingers through it lovingly. It was going to be a long and wonderful night.

To Be Continued …

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Chapter Thirteen – Naples – Whores and Princesses

The Ark continued her voyage through the Mediterranean Sea, exercising with the Task Group as she went and arrived in Naples a week after she left Gibraltar.

Lieutenant Steven Winters, RN became a regular at Barrack Room Betty’s whenever there was no night flying. He entered into an arrangement with Michele that she would always be available for him at thirty pounds per week. In 1974 that was quite a considerable sum but Steve came from a wealthy family and was comfortably well off, plus he received flying pay and tipped Michele ten pounds every time they met.

For all intents and purposes Michele and Steve behaved like lovers whenever he was in BRBs. She sat in his lap, canoodling and encouraging him to bet as he played blackjack and poker. Michele might have had a soft spot for Steve but she was a businesswoman before anything else.

Spike Jones was becoming quite belligerent and jealous and both PO Knocker White and CPO Rod Latham had to take him aside repeatedly and tell him to get over his envy and do the job for which he was being very well paid.

Michele was doing very well for herself. The girls got half of what they earned for sex; ten pounds for a fuck and five pounds for a blowjob. They all split the profits made on booze and gambling once the outlays for bribes, bar stock and consumables had been deducted. Also Rod Latham and Michele received an extra ten percent for running the books and the business.

Prior to the ship berthing in Naples, an Executive Officer’s Temporary Memorandum was issued regrading details of the visit. The Memo laid down the ceremonial and administrative requirements for the visit, but as the four Betty’s did not exist on ship’s watch and station and duty watchbills they were not concerned with those parts of the document. But they intently studied the parts of the Memo that detailed the leave restrictions and provided general information about the city.

Michele sat on her bunk and read out the Annex concerning areas of the city that had been placed out of bounds during the visit.

“The part of Naples known as ‘The Alleys’ is out of bounds to all Ship’s Company as it is an area well known for illegal activities. The area is rife with prostitution, illegal weapons sales, and the general sale of contraband. ‘Femmenielli’ or transsexual prostitutes are prevalent in the Alleys and are known to take advantage of unsuspecting sailors,” Michele verbalised the Memo.

“Sounds like our kind of place,” Michele grinned.

“Oh for fuck sake Michele, it sounds downright dangerous!” Mary lamented.

“And we have to step in rig!” Doris enjoined.

The Memo stipulated that all sailors had to proceed ashore in uniform.

“Oh for fuck sake girls; we haven’t had a nature run in drag since Pink Pussycats,” Michele chided.

A nature run was Pussers slang for a run ashore where sailors maintained their decorum.

“What if I step on arrival in rig and check it out. If I can find somewhere decent we’ll have a girls night out just like at Pink Pussycats?” Michele implored.

“Wouldn’t it be good to go out together again as girls without having to suck sailors cocks or bend over for them for money?” Michele said, making her point.

“Ok Michele. As usual you win. But only if its safe and I’m coming with you,” Polly declared and Doris and Mary nodded agreement.

On arrival in Naples ABs Brian Perkins and Michael Nyland signed the Cooks and Stewards leave book and stepped ashore in their white bell-bottoms and white fronts.

They hailed a taxi at the end of the wharf and were prepared to have to try and use hand signals and broken English to direct the taxi driver.

“Hello boys. Welcome to Napoli. Don’t worry I speak English good; I lived in Melbourne Australia for twenty years and my sons and daughter are still there. I only here to take care of my sick Mama,” the taxi driver said in very accented but easily understood English.

“Well I’ll be fucked!” Polly exclaimed.

“Maybe later tonight,” Michael jested.

Michael explained that they wanted a nice safe hotel in the Alleys that was close to a club frequented by femmenielli.

“Ah! I understand. You lads want the company of the lady boys yes?” the taxi driver grinned.

Michael could see that Polly Perkins was about to enter into some laborious story so he cut off his shipmate.

“That’s right chum; but we want somewhere nice and decent to stay and a club that is safe or as safe as it can be,” he replied.

“Ah! No worries mate! I have just the place!”

Michael and Polly laughed at the taxi driver’s ‘ocker Australianisms’ spoken in a broad Italian accent.

The taxi driver drove them in and around and up and down the Alleys and the two sailors suspected he was dragging out the journey to inflate the fare but they didn’t mind. They were too busy looking out the window at the narrow Alleys cluttered with ancient apartment buildings, quaint cafes, small shops and grocery stores and restaurants that spilled samsun escort out onto the already crowded narrow sidewalks.

What they both noticed were the prostitutes on almost every street corner. Some were glamorous and some were quite shabby but they obviously had their own niche markets. In some cases men were haggling and cajoling the girls as they bartered for a price agreeable to both parties. They also noticed that a considerable number of the girls were femmenielli or transvestites as they would be called in the UK.

Eventually the taxi stopped outside of a small apartment block and the taxi driver made a hand gesture for them to stay in the cab while he disappeared inside. He came out about ten minutes later with an older large Italian woman who greeted them like long lost relatives and bustled them inside. She sat them in a small parlour and attempted to speak to them in broken English.

Using the taxi driver as a translator they established that they wanted four rooms for two nights in her rundown but quaint, rustic, establishment and were willing to pay twenty English pounds each.

This made the Mama very happy particularly when it was agreed they would pay in pounds not Lire. They all knew the woman would get a better rate on the black market with Stirling as opposed to Lire, which was plummeting every day.

Michael and Polly did a deal with the cabby and he took them back to the ship so they could pick up Doc Holiday and Ray Maine and he would wait while they packed a suitcase each.

The small taxi was crowded with four passengers, even though they were all slight, and four small suitcases, two in the trunk and two on the roof rack but they made it back to the small hotel, which at this stage they only knew as ‘Mama’s Place’.

The four sailors tipped the cabby and Mama came out and helped them with their bags. The four rooms were on the second story, quite small but adequate. They had to share a toilet and bathroom but that was ok.

They took turns carrying out their ablutions then they all met in Michele’s room and did their makeup and got dressed. I was a nice sunny day out so they did their makeup lighter than usual and dressed in short skirts and short-sleeved blouses, tan tights and blonde or brunette wigs. Lightly accessorised and wearing high-heeled sandals the girls came downstairs and Mama immediately doted on them.

“Mama Mia! Such bella femmenielli!” she cooed and poured them a glass of chilled Chianti each.

Without the taxi driver to translate, most of the conversation consisted of smiles and hand gestures but the girls got the gist that Mamma saw herself as the girl’s assistant and protector. She doted on them offering them cigarettes and another glass of wine. She interrupted their little party to make a brief phone call and tried to explain to the girls the substance of the call; they couldn’t understand but they were enjoying themselves regardless.

About twenty minutes after the call a handsome bronzed-skinned young man with wavy black hair came into the parlour. He was wearing tight black jeans, a spotless white singlet, and polished black leather boots. His lustrous black hair shone with an application of Brylcreem; his eyes were deep, dark, and framed by long eyelashes; his muscles bulged. The girls gasped as he entered the room.

“Now that’s what I call an Italian stallion,” Polly giggled.

Michele gave her a sharp look and Polly petulantly stuck out her tongue.

All of this was lost on the man who was embroiled in a heated discussion with Mamma in Italian until finally he sighed and lowered his head in acquiescence.

“Sì, si, mamma, naturalmente. Of course; of course,” he said in his lustrous deep voice.

“I think I’m in love,” Polly tittered, earning another scornful look from Michele.

“Ladies. I am Antonio, err Tony, and this is my mother,” he began.

“My Mamma says you are most welcome to stay in our albergo, that is hotel.”

“She says that such beautiful young femmenielli as yourselves should enjoy your first visit to Naples, but that Naples can be a dangerous place for strangers.”

The girls looked at each other and frowned.

“No! No! You are not to worry. Mamma has requested, that is, she insisted that I be your guide and your protector during your stay,” he continued.

“As you can see; I speak very good English and will also be your translator.”

“Ladies; Antonio De Lucca at your service,” he bowed magnanimously and smiled.

Mamma smiled too and clapped her hands and nodded vigorously.

But Michele could see that the smile did not extent to Tony’s eyes; he was carrying out his mother’s wishes as an obligation and under duress.

Polly, Mary and Doris laughed with pleasure and clapped their hands with Mamma. After introductions were made, the three girls immediately began to flirt with Tony and requested he tell Mamma how grateful they were to be staying here and very appreciative of Tony’s protection and generous offer to show them around the city. They engaged urfa escort Mamma in a back and forth banter, with Tony translating.

Michele remained withdrawn and sipped her Chianti and smoked a cigarette. She picked up a magazine and flicked through it, her impatience evident.

Tony glanced across and noted Michele’s slur, his eyes turned briefly icy and hostile and then warmed as he returned to the conversation with his Mamma and the other three girls.

Michele stubbed out her cigarette.

“Well this is all wonderful but I didn’t come to Naples to sit in a hotel parlour all day. I’m hungry and I saw lots of nice cafes on the way here,” she sniped.

Mamma motioned over to Michele and then said something to Tony, which was obviously for him to translate what Michele had said, which he did.

“Oh certamente! Certamente!” Mamma rose her bulk out of the sofa and came across and patted Michele on the arm.

After many more thank yous, compliments, and general banter back and forth between Mamma and the girls, despite Michele’s obvious impatience, they all rose to leave, leaving Mamma on the couch sipping more Chianti.

Tony led the girls along the narrow alleys providing a constant narrative explaining about the buildings, the plazas, churches, statues, fountains and icons, of which there seemed to be thousands. Polly, Mary and Doris crowded around Tony obviously smitten while Michele hung back slightly from the main group.

“Ladies, this is my favourite café, lets take a seat outside and order caffè,” Tony beamed and waved his hand dramatically at a table with red and white chequered tablecloth and four chairs.

Polly, Mary and Doris vaulted into the chairs before Tony could pull them back for the girls in a gentlemanly fashion. They fought over who would sit next to Tony; oblivious to the fact that Michele didn’t have a seat.

Tony realised his mistake immediately and smacked his hand to his forehead and arose to take a chair from the adjacent table but Michele ignored him and sat down in the chair he was about to relocate.

“I’m fine here thanks. It will be too crowded with five at that small table,” Michele huffed, searching in her bag for cigarettes.

“Nonsense! This is Italy; we are known for crowding our tables and speaking boisterously,” he laughed.

“I’m fine here thanks,” Michele extracted and lit a cigarette.

Tony went into the small café to attract some service.

“What’s up her arse?” Doris asked.

“Fucked if I know but it won’t be Tony cause I’m having him up mine,” Polly guffawed and the others laughed along with her.

Tony came outside followed by a jolly fat waiter wearing a spotless white apron. He went over to Polly, Mary and Doris while Tony sat next to Michele.

“What is your problem?” he hissed but kept a smile on his face as a façade.

“You’re just doing what you’re doing because your mother told you. You don’t really want to be with us,” Michele quipped.

“Well that was true at first; I will always do what my Mamma wants me to do, but I’ve since found the company of your friends quite delightful,” he smiled.

“Sure. Whatever. You have those other three fawning over you but I’m not convinced,” Michele drew on her cigarette and Tony went back to the other table where the girls where bamboozled about how to order coffee.

“Tony? What is cappuccino, and latte, and espresso? It’s all just fucking coffee to me,” Polly batted her eyelashes at him.

“Mama Mia!” he smiled and raised his hands in the air comically.

“Ok you English roses, let me educate you about coffee. I bet the only coffee you have drunk was powder from a tin or jar.”

The banter about coffee went on for a while and Tony ordered cappuccino for all of them.

“In Italy we usually only drink cappuccino before lunch, never in the afternoon or evening, but I think you will like the experience,” he beamed at the girls.

“I ordered a nice Prosecco so go with it. Two bottles because you girls seem to like to drink,” he laughed and Polly, Mary and Doris laughed along with him.

They drank Prosecco and coffee and Tony ordered a platter of anti pasti which they shared. Michele joined in the conversation now and then but remained seated at the adjacent table.

“So you don’t feel degraded having to keep company with femmenielli?” Michele asked during a break in conversation.

The other girls lifted their eyes to the heavens in a ‘here she goes again’ exhibition of annoyance.

“These are the Alleys of Napoli. There are many femmenielli; a lot are puttanas, whores, some are not. You ladies are different. No one has seen English femmenielli and you are very beautiful. And you are definitely not puttanas,” Tony said, talking as much with hands as with his words.

“Ah! If only you knew!” Michele exclaimed.

Tony frowned and others gave Michele a baleful look and Michele backed off.

“So there are clubs here where four English femmenielli could go to and be safe?” Michele asked.

“Yes there sinop escort is a good one near Mammas. It is small and but it is clean, the music is good, and there is seldom any trouble,” Tony replied.

“Mamma has already instructed me that I am to be chaperone you tonight and see that you enjoy yourselves and that you are safe.”

Polly slid a hand along Tony’s taught-muscled thigh.

“And I’m sure you will,” she gave him a coquettish look and squeezed his thigh.

Tony blushed and Mary and Doris giggled. Tony blushed even redder. Michele gave Polly a look of disgust and drained her coffee in one gulp.

“Ok lets get back to Mamma’s and get changed,” Michele pushed back her chair.

Polly leaned in and gave Tony a kiss on the cheek and then rubbed at the lipstick she had left on his face. If it was possible, Tony blushed even more and he choked on the last sip of his coffee when she moved her hand across his thigh and squeezed his penis through his tight jeans.

Tony leapt to his feet; his face still flushed.

“Well come on, let’s get back to the albergo before it gets dark,” he proclaimed, obviously flustered.

Polly, Doris and Mary laughed again at Tony’s discomfort

“Cloth-eared bints,” Michele huffed under her breath.

The walk back to the hotel was pleasant, the three transvestites fluttering around Tony and Michele bought up the rear about fifty yards behind. Every now and then Tony would turn around to check on her. He smiled at her but Michele remained stoic.

Two hours later Doris, Polly, Mary, Mamma and Tony sat in the parlour chatting and laughing, drinking wine and smoking, waiting for Michele to come down from her room. Doris, Polly and Mary were dressed to go clubbing. Short hemmed black cocktail dresses were the order of the day, their makeup perfect, two blondes and a brunette wearing spiked high-heels, sheer black tights and sparkley jewellery. They had little clutch purses to carry cigarettes, makeup and cash.

Conversation stopped when Michele came down the stairway.

She was wearing a red satin evening gown that clung to her every curve. It was split at one side almost to the waist and every time she took a step it opened to reveal a long shapely leg clad in shimmering taupe hose, the dark welt clipped to a jewelled black garter. She was wearing matching red satin-finished high-heels; a black bob framed her immaculately made-up face. She had accessorised with silver jewellery and clutch, her spangly drop earring drew attention to her elegant neck. Her bright red lipstick and nailpolish matched her dress.

Tony gasped and the others stared in admiration.

“The bitch knows how to make an entrance I’ll give her that,” Polly opined.

One the step before the last on the narrow staircase Michele’s heel caught in the frayed carpet and for a second it looked like she was going to tumble and Tony sprang forward and pulled her to him to stop her fall. She pressed against him and he felt heady in the bouquet of her perfume. Their faces were inches from each other, caught in the moment, he could taste her sweet breath and she his masculine aftershave. They felt each other’s heart beats quicken.

And then the moment was over and Michele regained her composure, she disengaged from Tony and stepped into the room, her face slightly flushed.

“Like that wasn’t staged!” Polly hissed.

“Come on Poll; even Chelle wouldn’t risk breaking a leg for that hunk,” Doris whispered.

The conversation picked up again with Mamma fussing around the girls, straightening this, adjusting that, making little fixes to their makeup. All four of the girls were glad when they were finally outside and even gladder when they arrived at the club only two streets over. Walking in high-heels on cobbled streets was no fun.

Michele’s mood brightened as soon as they were settled in the club. They found a large booth and ordered drinks; they were well aware that all eyes were on them. Not because they were attractive transvestites, there were plenty of other pretty femmenielli in the club, but because they were English.

They were soon dancing with a string of admirers, who, although they couldn’t speak English, were able to communicate well enough in the noisy crowded club. The Italian men were very ‘grabby’ and the girls were constantly having to move groping hands from breasts, buttocks and thighs but it was all meant in good fun and the girls were having a great time. As the evening wore on Doris and Mary had settled on two dark handsome men and they were slow dancing with them making no effort to stop their groping hands and engaging in long fervent kisses.

The crowd had thinned and the dark and smoky club was quieter; the DJ playing slower dance music. There was no longer the need to shout to be heard.

Polly had made it quite clear to Tony that she was available to him if he wanted her. They chatted and danced together for most of night but Tony insisted that she dance with a few of his friends when they came over and asked to dance with the beautiful English woman.

Michele had danced with quite a few partners during the night and happily chatted with those who tried to strike up a conversation but she had repeatedly turned down any attempts to do anything more than dance or chat.

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Family Road Trip Ch. 01

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Amateur

A few years ago my parents decided to take all their children on a cross country road trip to visit all our relatives. I was 19 and a freshman in college at the time so I had been away for the past year. My older sister Karen was 23 and was also attending school. This left only my younger sister Sarah at home. Sarah was 18 and was a senior in high school. She had two weeks off for spring break which was when the trip was going to be. I didn’t have any classes that semester but had elected to stay at school anyway. Since I wasn’t really doing anything anyway I decided to fly home a week early. My Mom picked me up at the airport and after a lot of hugs and kisses she drove us back to the house where I went to unpack in my old room. After I finished unpacking I went to the living room where I lay down on the sofa and watched cartoons. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up about three thirty in the afternoon to the sound of the front door being closed rather loudly. A few seconds later my little sister Sarah walked in only looking at her I realized that she wasn’t so little anymore. In the year that I had been away she had developed very nicely. As I looked her over I saw that she had grown a few inches taller she must have been 5’6 or so and, she had long sexy legs which I followed all the way up to her short black miniskirt past her curvy swaying hips and up to her flat sexy stomach which was clearly visible since she had tied her shirt up in a knot just above her belly button. Then I saw the shirt itself it was a small white t-shirt that she had been pulled very tightly across her chest when she tied it up. It was tight enough for me to see her firm perky nipples protruding out so that it seemed they would burst through her top any second. I would have loved to stare at her all day but just then she saw me laying there and her face broke out into a huge smile. She ran over and swung her leg over me putting a knee on each side of me so that she was kneeling on the couch as well as straddling my chest. Then she leaned forward hugging me as I sat up to meet her embrace. I smiled as we hugged and her shoulder length blonde hair fell around my face.

“I didn’t know you were coming so soon!” she said happily.

“Well I would have come a lot sooner if I had known I was gonna get a greeting like this.” I told her smiling up at her beautiful face.

She looked down and to my dismay she climbed off me. I sat up making room for her on the couch. She plopped down next to me and gave me another long hug. Smiling I hugged her back smelling her smooth straight hair as I did. I could feel her tits pushing against my chest and it was starting to turn me on. When she finally did let go I had to shift my position a bit to hide my growing hard on from her. We sat on the couch catching up and talking about the coming trip for a few minutes and then she had to go do some homework. As soon as she had gone to her room I hurried to the bathroom put the lid down on the toilet sat down and dropped my pants. By now I was rock hard and in serious need of release but before I had a chance to do anything else there was a knock on the bathroom door. I quickly stood up flushed the toilet and pulled my pants back on. I flipped the sink on for a second and then opened the door. Sarah was standing there bouncing up and down. I had barely opened the door before she rushed in pushed me out and slammed sinop escort the door closed. As I walked away I heard her sigh loudly as she started to pee. I quickly went to my room and closed the door behind me. I dropped my pants and lay down on my bed. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing hard on shuddering a bit as a wave of pleasure swept through me. I started to pump my hand up and down as my breathing became heavier. I held in a moan as I shot my load into the air. I kept pumping as streams of cum landed all over my shirt. After taking off my cum soaked shirt I lay back down and went to sleep. The rest of the week passed uneventfully.

The day before the trip my older sister Karen flew in and I volunteered to pick her up at the airport. I was waiting at the gate as the passengers started to file out. After about five minutes Karen walked out. She was wearing a loose blue button up blouse and a pair of baggy jeans which I assumed was so she would be comfortable on the flight. She quickly spotted me and her face burst into a huge smile which was framed perfectly by her wavy brown hair. She came running over and gave me a big hug pressing her tits firmly against my chest as she wrapped both arms around me. The hug lasted only a minute or so but it felt like much longer to me.

“How are you?” She asked enthusiastically.

“Fine I can’t complain.” I told her.

“How is everyone else?” She asked.

“Well Mom and Dad have been busy with work and preparations for this trip and Sarah …well she is good I guess.” I answer laughing a bit.

“Good. Well shall we go and get my bags little bro?” she asked putting her arm around my waist.

I put my arm across her shoulders and we went to pick up her luggage. After getting all her luggage and loading it into the car we decided to stop for lunch before heading home. Since we didn’t feel like stopping for too long we decided to drive through a burger place. Karen volunteered to drive and since I had driven to the airport I happily agreed to let her drive home. We headed out and quickly found a place to drive through. We placed our order and drove around to the window to pick up our food. First the guy at the window handed us a bag with our food then he proceeded to hand over the drinks but, his hand slipped and he accidentally spilled a coke all over Karen. I tried not to laugh to much as the manager came to the window and after getting us a new drink and apologizing several times let us have our food free of charge.

“You think this is pretty funny don’t you Jeremy?” Karen asked me as she smiled.

“Just a bit.” I say smiling back at her.

“Well I am freezing now.” She said “Would you mind helping me out here?”

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked laughing a bit as I said it.

“Take this wet shirt off me for starters” She answered as she pulled onto the highway.

“What!” I said incredulously.

“Oh don’t be silly Jeremy we are siblings and besides I’m sure you’ve seen a girl without a shirt before.” She said confidently

“Are you sure you don’t just want to stop someplace and change?” I asked.

“It would take to long and I am eager to get home. So stop being shy and take my shirt off my nipples are freezing.” She replied.

“Ok fine.” I said reluctantly.

I leaned over and started to unbutton her coke drenched blouse. As much as I tired not to I couldn’t sivas escort keep my hands from brushing up against her bra as I worked my way down. I could feel my cock starting to grow as I looked at my older sisters red lace bra covered in coke with her nipples hard and pointed from the cold liquid visibly standing out through the material. I tried to think of something else before I got to excited but I couldn’t help but stare as I finished with the last button. Karen leaned forward so that I could slip the shirt off her shoulders. Then I helped her remove first one arm then the other. I wadded up the shirt and tossed it in the back.

“Can you get the bra too?” She asked. “Before my breasts get any stickier than they already are”

“Umm… sure I guess” I said while I tried to shift in my seat to hide my erection.

I noticed then that she was wearing a front clasp bra. My cock jumped a bit as I started to unclasp the bra my hands were rubbing against her breasts. She gave an involuntary shudder as I removed her bra and the stickiness of the coke peeled off her hardened nipples. Her tits were beautiful especially since her nipples were hard and red from me peeling her sticky bra off of her.

“Ohhh that is much better” she said blushing a bit at her reactions.

“Glad I could help” I told her as I tried not to stare at her bare breasts.

“Thanks” She says looking over at me and smiling.

When she looked over I noticed her eyes dart down to my crotch and then she quickly looked back at the road blushing a bit but, surprisingly she didn’t say anything. At least she didn’t say anything for a minute or two and, when she did say something it wasn’t at all what I expected.

She said “My pants are soaked too and my ass is getting cold.”

“Do you want me to take them off for you too?” I said trying not to sound too hopeful.

“If you don’t mind.” She said glancing over at me and smiling.

“Not at all” I said smiling back at her.

I reached over and undid the button on her jeans and then pulled the zipper down. Next I pulled her jeans open revealing dark red panties to match her bra. She lifted her ass up and I slid the jeans down revealing her gorgeous ass. I let my hands brush up against her ass as I continued to pull her pants down further. I carefully slid them first over one foot then the other. Now my sister was sitting next to me driving down the highway in nothing but her panties. I was making no attempt to hide my erection now and she was making no attempt to hide the fact that she was stealing glances at it as often as the road allowed.

“These panties are all sticky too” She said in an innocent little voice.

“Well we had better take them off too” I said as I gave my cock a quick rub.

Seeing me rubbing my cock she started blushing again. I stopped rubbing myself and leaned over to take off her panties. As I started to slip her panties down her legs my face was very close to her naked breasts. As I finished taking off her panties I couldn’t resist any longer and I started to suck on her left tit flicking her hard nipple with my tongue and sucking on it hard. She started to moan and instead of stopping me like I’d thought she would she arched her back pushing her tit further into my mouth. As I continued to mouth my sister’s nipple she started to swerve back and forth in her lane. Someone started to tekirdağ escort honk at her and I quickly released my vice grip on her nipple giving it on last bite. When I sat back up I noticed a large truck driving to our left with several teenage guys crowding the windows staring at my sister. I suddenly realized that it was them who had been honking and, not because we had been swerving all over the road but because they wanted to get our attention. Karen looked over at me blushing and, I started to blush too as the reality of what we had been doing started to sink in. I didn’t exactly feel bad but, I did feel a little awkward. I suspect that Karen felt the same since she didn’t ask for any clothes but she didn’t try to draw me back to her body either. We drove the rest of the way home ignoring the few drivers that noticed Karen was naked. Luckily no one was home when we arrived. I unloaded Karen’s bags while she went inside. After I had finished unloading the bags I went to the living room and sat on the couch to watch some television. A few minutes later Karen walked in and to my surprise she was still naked.

“Couldn’t find any clothes?” I asked half jokingly.

She gave me a little smile and then paused for a few seconds as she seemed to consider something. Apparently she made up her mind because she walked over and sat on the couch with me.

“I was thinking.” She said quietly. “Since you got to see me naked…”

She let it hang out in the open waiting for my response.

“You want to see me naked?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah why not I mean after all you have seen me.” She answered.

“Ok I guess that is fair.” I told her “But if I recall I had to undress you.”

“You know your right.” She said smiling at me seductively.

I sat up straight raising my arms as she reached over and lifted my shirt over my head. Next she unbuttoned my pants undid the zipper and pulled them off me. Now the only thing separating her from my huge hard on was my boxers. She looked at my dick poking up through my boxers for a while then she yanked them down revealing my hard cock standing straight up. She was positively beaming as she cuddled up next to me on the couch holding my arm and laying her head on my shoulder. We sat there cuddling and naked and watched TV for a while. Then she reached down and started stroking my dick up and down with her fingers but, she never took her eyes off the TV. Precum started to build up on the top of my dick as she traced intricate patterns on it with her fingernails. Finally after torturing me with anticipation she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to jerk me off. I started to moan as she increased her speed. We were both still acting like we were watching the television as my breathing became heavier and her strokes became faster. She started to twist her hand around my cock as she pumped up and down while her free hand had found its way to my balls. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and, apparently so did she because she aimed my cock straight at her face and started to pump furiously. It didn’t take long before I started shooting loads of cum onto my sexy sister’s naked body. The first stream hit her neck the next hit her right in the mouth. She got hit several more times in the face covering her eyes and cheeks and , as my orgasm wound down I shot quite a few loads onto her hard stiff tits. She smiled at me squinting because of the cum all over her eyes and licked her lips getting a large taste of my cum. Right then I knew that I was really going to enjoy this family road trip…

To be continued…

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Adam’s Acquisition Ch. 02

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Brunette

**Thank you all for your encouraging words as I endeavor on this first story. It is my hope that you will enjoy the slow burn that simmers between these two characters. **

Driving into work, Adam did not like starting his week with back to back meetings; however it could not be helped. One meeting was a video conference with the CEO and other company VPs regarding setting up trials for a drug in which Richter Pharmaceuticals was having problems with a supplier. It was his experience that problems of this nature usually required travel and persuasive charm and or a little bit of arm twisting. It was imperative that delays such as this not impede the drug from going through trials as scheduled. If it were a safety issue, it may be understandable, and would be addressed appropriately. However, if this sudden delay was more suspicious in nature, which was not out of the realm of possibility, then that would require a totally different response.

The other meeting had to do with the relocation of key personnel and himself to a newly renovated suite on the fourth floor. Under normal circumstances, the move would be exciting, especially since his new office would a little larger and more private. But with potential complications looming on the horizon, he viewed the event as more of a nuisance at a very busy time. However there were two advantages to the move, which stimulated his anticipation. The first was no more glass partition which currently which made him feel like he was in a fish bowl at times. Hell, he knew the running joke regarding his current office and even jested about it himself on occasion.

When he was in the mood, which was rare, he would playfully press his nose up against the wall of glass as most of the staff prepared to leave for the day. He would mouth ‘take me with you’ as people passed by. This usually got a couple of laughs and smiles, not to mention sympathetic looks from a few of the hot female associates.

The second advantage to the move was being able to hire an assistant, which he intended to start the search for immediately. Driving into the parking garage, his attention shifted to Sunni and Friday night’s exchange between them; this caused a smile to pull at the corner of his lips. He took out his Blackberry and proceeded to call the director of HR.

****

Sunni was getting settled at her desk for the day when Madison stepped into her cubicle wearing a big smile.

“Hey girl, how’s it going?” Madison asked.

“Hey, it’s going well, except that my weekend was too short.” Sunni returned the smile as she placed her purse in the overhead cabinet.

“Yeah, tell me about it. What did you do over the short weekend?”

“Mmm, yesterday church service and lunch with my mother. Saturday was spent cleaning the apartment and grocery shopping. You know it’s never enough time.” Sunni surmised.

Madison shook her head in agreement. “Hey, guess what Todd and I did over the weekend?”

“What?” Sunni asked expectantly.

Madison brought her face closer to Sunni and spoke in a whispered tone. “We looked at engagement rings. I think he’s going to ask me to marry him soon.” Madison was bubbling with joy. She had really gone out of her way to befriend Sunni when she first arrived at Richter Pharmaceuticals. Of course there were other associates on their team that made her feel welcomed also however Madison made it a point to treat Sunni feel like a friend. Sunni was genuinely happy for her and hoped that Madison got the happy ending that she herself did not get with her failed marriage.

“Really, that’s great. So what style were you guys thinking about?”

Sweeping her straight dark brown hair behind her ears, “Well we both liked a marquis cut that was set in platinum. It was sooo gorgeous on my finger. But the round cut, I’m a little partial to because it looked classic, yet updated in the platinum setting,” Madison dreamily replied.

“Well you seem so excited. I hope he hurries up and asks you soon,” Sunni smiled.

“Thanks, I believe he will,” Madison tekirdağ escort returned the smile.

“Hey, I’ve got a question… it’s about Adam Sheridan,” Sunni tried to keep her facial expression nonchalant, not wanting to spark Madison’s curiosity. “What do you know about him, I mean what’s he like to work for?”

“Well, it’s our team leaders and regional managers that really have to deal with him. But, I hear that he can be demanding.”

“I can almost vouch for that because Friday, I lost the document that I was working on; you know the one that I had to email him.”

Madison’s mouth popped open as she whispered, “Shit, you did? How did that happen?”

“Madison, I really don’t know how it happened,” Sunni sighed shaking her head. “To make a long story short, I told Adam about it. I felt so stupid you know having to tell him something like that. I knew I saved the thing, but I just couldn’t find it after I came back from the restroom, how strange is that? Thankfully, Adam was able to retrieve it ’cause I believe that he would have made me re-type that report that very night if it wasn’t found.”

“So uh, was he nice about the whole thing?” Madison asked.

“Uh yeah, he was nice about it,” Sunni quickly looked down and rubbed her arms as she remembered the dream that woke her out of her sleep at three o’clock this morning. The thought of the almost nightmare made her shiver.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, yes I’m okay.” Sunni shook her head in affirmation. “I just didn’t sleep well last night that’s all.”

“You weren’t sick were you?” Madison asked with concern.

No, I wasn’t sick it was just a weird dream, one that I’m trying to forget about.”

“Okay. Well, my advice is to get a jump drive, so you’ll know where your files are.” Madison folded her arms for emphasis.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sunni opened her desk drawer and pulled out a little black thumb drive and waved it in front of her face with a sly smile.

“Good, now you’ve got a back up plan. So it looks like our VP won’t be in the ‘fish bowl’ much longer,” Madison whispered.

Oh yeah, his office is moving to a new suite, right?” That was definitely a good thing because Sunni spent so much time over the weekend trying to suppress the urge to rationalize the strange exchange between her and Adam. She believed that it was reason for the dream that she had this morning.

“Well, I better get started. You know I just love my job.” Madison turned in the direction of her cube.

“Don’t I?” Sunni answered sarcastically with a big smile.

The day progressed well enough with Sunni accomplishing pretty much all the tasks that needed her attention. She kind of kept a look out for Adam hoping and yet not hoping to see him as he passed by her cubicle on his way to his office. However, it was four o’clock in the afternoon and Sunni was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be coming in today. She told herself to get a grip and to stop fixating on a stupid dream, no a nightmare starring her boss, a guy who probably care less about how she was subconsciously coping with feelings of inadequacy. Sunni pulled her black cardigan tightly around her and squeezed her legs together to quell the tingling sensation slowly building between her legs as she recalled the erotic scene of her dream.

Sunni was being chased through a dark maze of hallways and the faster she’d run the harder it seemed to put distance between herself and this person. She remembered turning down one long hall and opening a door to rush inside just before could reach her. She made it inside the threshold and attempted to slam the door closed, however a foot prevented her from closing it. It was a black leather shoe, a man’s shoe.

Sunni bared all of her weight against the door hoping the man would give up and leave but alas the harder she pushed the more resistance she encountered from the other side.

Sunni finally gave up her hold against the door and tried to find a hiding place the dark room before he could catch her. She only trabzon escort got a couple of steps in before she tripped over an object, falling to her knees. Stunned momentarily, she tried to crawl away but he caught her ankle, first the one and then the other in a steel like grasp. She could hear him laughing as he started pulling her towards him, the slippery floor and the material of her skirt making it all too easy for him. She became immobile as the man’s hands began a slow progression up her legs and thighs. Her breathing quickened with fear as he rolled her over and underneath him. He straddled her legs. As his warm hands reached the flesh of her inner thighs, Sunni fought to close her legs to stop his invasion. But he would not allow this and firmly pushed her legs towards her waist causing a gap between her legs which he used to his advantage. Grasping both thighs, he wedged his knees between her legs to keep them open. It was then that Sunni saw the face of her attacker, it was Adam Sheridan.

“Why are you running away from me Sunni?” Adam queried as his fingers pulled the seat of her panties aside with one hand and used the ball of his thumb with the other to run one long stroke against the top of her mound. He slowly traced his way down to her clit, circling the nub slowly. He continued his thumb’s slow exploration over her sensitive flesh to her slit where he leisurely circled the opening with his thumb but did not enter. “You know that missing file could have delayed some very important reports that I had to submit, don’t you Sunni?” Adam continued to circle her slit, his brown eyes searching hers for an answer. All Sunni could do was shake her head in denial, unable to voice any of her thoughts because of the unwanted pleasure building in the flesh between her legs. She placed the heel of a foot against the floor and tried to wiggle away from Adam’s teasing thumb.

He pulled her back towards him with his free hand and the struggle between the two of them caused his thumb to slip inside of her. “Nooo!” Sunni screamed only to awaken from the dream with her heart pounding as she gasped for air.

Sunni got up from her desk went to the restroom thinking that a splash of cold water on her face is what she needed to get her mind back on work. She splashed the very cold water against her face which helped to ebb the feelings of arousal that she was having. Sunni started thinking that maybe it was time for her to start dating again, for real.

****

It was Friday again, the week had gone by rather smoothly. Apparently, Adam had to fly to Texas on business which explained his absence from the office. Sunni heard that it had something to do with one of the suppliers. Truthfully, she was glad that he was out of the office, which also gave her time to get it together and to put things into perspective.

Sunni received a phone call from human resources requesting that she meet with Barbara Wiggins the department head. Naturally, the only thing that Sunni could think about was that they were going to let her go, especially in light of the current economic conditions. Why else would HR want to see her?

Sunni smoothed her hair before opening the door to the HR reception area. “Hi, I’m Sanura Moore and I’m here to see Ms. Barbara Wiggins.”

“Just a moment,” Sunni watched as the receptionist smiled and picked up the phone to inform Ms. Wiggins of her arrival. Sunni’s heart raced as she thought about having search for another job in this market. She hated going on interviews trying to sell herself to a perspective employer only to not hear anything or to be offered a salary or hours that would not meet her needs. Maybe she should apply for her old position back at the lab, it paid well but the hours were rotating. However a rotating shift at the lab would severely hinder her ability to pursue a Masters Degree.

“She will see you now.” The slim receptionist led Sunni down the hall to Ms. Wiggins’ office.

“Hello Ms. Moore, I’m Barbara Wiggins.” The older white woman smiled and shook her hand firmly. sivas escort “Please have a seat. How are you?”

“I’m well and you?”

“I’m fine.”

Barbara gestured to one of the empty chairs positioned in front of her desk. “I guess you’re wondering why you were asked here?”

“Yes,” Sunni took a deep breath and returned the smile.

“Well, it looks like you’ve been with us for a little over 60 days now and you’re doing a great job, but we’re looking for ways to utilize our resources more efficiently. Please, relax you’re not getting laid off. But unfortunately your current position will change starting on Monday.”

Sunni’s eyes widened in surprise, “Uh what will I be doing?”

“I’m sure you are well aware that we, like all companies, are looking for ways to control costs. After some considerable thought, we’d like to place you in an executive assistant position which will save us the expense of hiring someone from the outside while providing the cost savings we need by eliminating your current position. You’ll be working with Adam Sheridan who is moving to a larger office on the fourth floor.

Sunni struggled to keep down a fit of coughing due to strangling on her own saliva.

Barbara looked at her with concern. “Are you okay… would you like some water?”

“Yes please,” Sunni replied as she strangled. She was thrown for a loop. The absolute last thing she’d expected to hear was that they’d want her to be Adam’s assistant. She didn’t want the job of executive assistant, she didn’t want to be at the beck and call of someone when their shit wasn’t going right, much less Adam Sheridan who could probably be a real asshole when he wanted to. Sunni just didn’t think she was cut out to function in that role.

Barbara gave her a moment to compose herself before she continued. “We want you to report to Adam on Monday. He should be back by then and can inform you of your duties. You don’t have to look so melancholy, he’s not that bad. And besides, he seems to think highly of you since you were at the top of his list.” Barbara didn’t mention to Sunura that she was the only candidate on his list.

“Monday… that soon?” Sunni asked.

“Yes, Adam needs you in the new offices on Monday and whatever assignment you’re working on can be completed from there.” Barbara tried to reassure Sunni with a pleasant smile.

Sunni took a deep breath and let it out before speaking. “I see, uh well I guess I should be thankful I still have a job.” Sunni smiled and tried to sound enthused but it just didn’t transfer to her demeanor, especially since her fate seemed to be out of her hands at the moment.

“Congratulations! Once you two establish a working relationship, I think you’ll be fine. FYI, there’s going to be an open house scheduled for next Thursday at 5 pm, we’ll be in touch regarding the details.”

Sunni returned to her cubicle on the fifth floor knew that Barbara Wiggins had tried to make her feel less intimidated but it didn’t really work. She walked over to Madison’s cube and informed her of the transfer. Madison was just as disappointed as she was. Sunni had grown accustomed to her friendly banter and would miss it. They promised to try to coordinate their schedules for lunch as often as possible but she somehow knew it would never be the same.

****

Adam had just left the airport and was on his way home. He had a couple of hours before getting ready for a dinner date with a causal friend. As a matter of fact, he was so horny lately that he was planning on ending the evening, sinking himself into a very sexy red head who would happily bark like a dog if he asked her to do it.

Speaking of sex, he thought of Sunni and the news that she must have received from HR by now. Adam wondered what her reaction was regarding the new position. Would she be pleased or pissed to now be working for him? Actually, come to think it, he really didn’t care whether she liked it or not. His main objective to having her transferred was that it would help to ebb the ‘new girl’ fantasy complex currently plaguing his daydreams. Oh no, he thought; he absolutely would not, could not fuck her, even though his cock was swelling now with thoughts of her. He was sure that after working with her he would no longer find that delectable body all that desirable.

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Revenge of the Angry Aunt

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Veronica was pissed off. She had just heard from her sister that her niece was leaving her prep school and wanted to move out of state. While she certainly didn’t mind her niece coming to live with her for a while (she knew that her niece was already 19 & only had a couple of months left in school), she was pissed about the reason that her sister gave her.

It seemed that a teacher, Mr. Small, had been pressuring her to sleep with him and, as her niece had refused, he had been giving her failing grades.

Veronica asked about going to the school officials but was told that her niece was too scared to do that. She didn’t want to be part of a huge story, particularly one that was very much a “he said, she said” situation. Mr. Small, she was told, had been very careful, meticulous even, to never act in the least bit inappropriately in the presence of anyone else. Her class was all 18 or 19 year olds, who had finished high school but were taking prep classes to get ready for college. As such, everyone was very independent and on their own. When Mr. Small did call her to his office, he would make her leave her jacket, cell phone and purse in his classroom, so that he was certain that he wasn’t being recorded.

This behavior was bad enough, but he even covered his tracks when threatening to fail her niece. He would intentionally send her to the office or to run an errand and give out or collect assignments when she wasn’t present. The one time her mother tried to find out why the grades were slipping (Before she knew what was going on), Mr. Small just showed her a grade book that indicated multiple missing assignments.

Veronica agreed that going to the school officials without evidence and with the paper trail stacked against her was probably not a good idea. So she happily agreed to let the niece move from Atlanta to Texas for a while.

“Just one thing, sis,” she said, “I have some work to do in Atlanta anyway, I’ll be there for a few days next week, then I’ll just bring Jasmine home with me.”

“Great,” was the reply, “We have a spare room, of course.”

“No thanks, sis, my company already has me a hotel room downtown, and I’ll be working all hours.” Veronica lied.

Veronica was determined to solve this “Mr. Small problem.” She was certain that if he had done this to her niece then he had done it to others and needed to be stopped.

She arrived in Atlanta, checked into a hotel and scouted out the area. Her shopping included some unusual items, bolt cutters, a combination padlock and a large sign, one of the ones that comes with plenty of letters so you can make it say whatever you want.

She had already found a perfect location, a lakeside beach about twenty to thirty minutes west of Atlanta. The main entrance was ridiculously well marked, but Veronica found a maintenance gate on the back of the camp that was perfect. One old gate, padlocked shut using a large chain, and two signs on a tree next to the gate. One sign had the name of the camp, and the other said “Private Property”. Veronica used the bolt cutters to cut off the old lock, opened the gate and drove down the dirt road. After about a quarter mile, there was a maintenance shed and a small parking area. After a brief walk down a nice trail, she came to a beach area on a lake; it was very secluded.

She had already viewed the area using Google Earth, but she walked it to make certain everything was just right. Just as she thought, about a half mile down the beach was a hill and over the hill were some cabins. Luckily, they couldn’t be seen from the beach. She walked back to her rental car and drove out, stopping just before she got to the gate to hang her custom sign. She then drove through the gate, stopped, removed the sign with the name of the camp displayed which she hid behind a tree and then locked the gate, using the same chain, but with her new combination lock.

She drove over to a nearby college campus to check out the bar scene and then went back to her hotel room.

The next day was Friday; she slept in a bit, then put on a suit, professional looking, and drove to her niece’s school. She entered the building around 2:00 and stopped in the office, saying she had an appointment with Mr. Small, she was asked to sign in and directed to room 202 upstairs. She smiled, picked up a pen and pretended to sign in, but wrote nothing. The secretary never noticed and didn’t seem too interested.

On the way to room 202, Veronica stopped in the ladies room. She dropped her gorgeous blonde hair from its tight bun, letting it flow gently on her shoulders, and she unbuttoned her blouse, just slightly more than necessary. She then used an old high school trick and rolled her skirt down around the waist, taking her skirt well up from knee length. She reapplied her makeup and perfume and continued on to room 202.

Upon arriving at the room, she noticed that class was still in session, not wanting to be noticed by the students (she knew that she was dressed like many an eighteen year old boys fantasy sakarya escort and that the clever girls would notice a “slutty” look to her outfit and makeup) she found an empty room just down the hall in which to wait. If she was spotted by either of the groups mentioned above, she could be remembered, and her plan was for no one to have any memory or record of her being here.

Within 5 to 10 minutes, class dismissed, and she waited a few minutes longer for the hallways to clear out before making her move.

She peeked into room 202 to make sure that the teacher was alone, and he was.

She opened the door and entered, “Mr. Small,” she cheerfully opened with, as she crossed the room.

As he glanced up, he was practically in awe as she glided toward him, making sure her heels clicked and nylon thigh highs rubbed against each other.

“Yes,” he managed to say.

“Damn, I might have overdone it,” Veronica thought to herself when she saw how pitiful he looked.

“I’d like to talk to you, if you have a second, Mr. Small.” She said.

“Certainly, certainly, Miss, uh” he replied.

“You can call me Lacey, Mr. Small.” She told him.

“OK, Lacey, what can I do for you?” he asked.

“Well, I’m just back in town after my third year away. You see, I’m in college,” she lied, though she still looked like she could be in college. In actuality, she was 33. “And my little sister seems to be having trouble in your class. I was wondering if you might could just show me what you’re doing in class, so I can help her do what she needs to do to pass.”

Veronica was playfully biting her lip and giggling as she asked, playing the innocent young college girl role to perfection. She just wanted to help her little sister, you see.

“Oh, I see, who is your little sister?” He asked.

Veronica laughed, “Oh, Mr. Small, that question makes me feel so much better.”

He looked confused, so she continued, “That means that lots of girls are having trouble, not just her.”

“Oh, yes, well a few of them have had their grades drop. I guess it is Senioritis kicking in. Some girls just don’t want to do what it takes to pass,” he paused, then continued, “You know, this close to graduation.” He responded. He thought his response was clever, but, he worried that he may have said too much.

Veronica was pissed; that comment pretty much confirmed that he was doing this to other girls as well as her niece, but she couldn’t let on.

“Well, Mr. Small,” she began with her head tilted down toward the desk. She seductively raised only her eyes, not her entire face, towards him and shyly continued, “Be assured that I will do whatever it takes to make sure my sister passes.”

He was quiet for a moment; he couldn’t decide if Lacey (as he knew her) was saying what he dreamed that she was saying or if she was innocently saying that she would tutor her sister or whatever.

In that moment of hesitation, Veronica knew that this predator had become her prey.

The almost evil smile that she couldn’t help but flash went unnoticed by Mr. Small as Veronica innocently went on, “Can I ask you something, Mr. Small?”

“Sure, Lacey, what’s that?” he asked.

“It could be a little embarrassing, I’m afraid.” She replied.

Veronica had noticed that his eyes were dropping more and more often to her stockings. “Hmm,” she thought to herself, “and I thought the unbuttoned blouse would get him.”

“Please go on.” He stated, somewhat anxiously.

She re-crossed her legs and started smoothing her stockings, ‘accidentally’ letting the lace stocking tops come into his view.

“Well, I’m afraid I’m just not used to this Atlanta heat,” she said.

“Oh,” he said sounding disappointed.

She let her hands slide down her stockings and continued, “I just am feeling so wet and sticky.”

“Yyyes,” he stammered.

“I’m supposed to meet some friends out at the lake very soon. Do you think you might come with me? It will be fun, and we can talk about ways that I can help with my sister’s grades.” She slowly asked.

“Sure,” he replied. He still wasn’t 100% certain that she was offering what he hoped she was, but he damn sure was going to find out.

They left school, and she drove him out to the lake. She kept the conversation light, focusing on weather and traffic, which wasn’t hard to do, for his real focus was on her legs, which she kept exposed and teased him with for the short drive. It was sort of funny, she thought, that he had so quickly become focused on her legs. He had not even continued pursuing the question of who her sister was.

When they arrived, she pulled up to the gate, and stopped the car.

“Lacey, that sign says, ‘Private Property’,” he said, looking just a little worried.

“Of course it does, Mr. Small, it is private, but I’m a member.” Her smile melted away any and all concerns, as she hopped out and opened her combination lock and swung the gate open.

Getting back in the car, she samsun escort leaned over to him and whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret.”

“Yes,” he answered, breathing heavier as she started kissing his ear.

“Our combination is 36-24-36,” she giggled, then leaned back to the steering wheel and drove through the gate.

Still feeling the effects of her kiss, he was shocked when the next sign they came to said “Nude Beach Ahead.”

They reached the parking area and walked down the short path to the beach. Mr. Small nearly froze when he saw a half dozen or so people, all nude, on the beach. And not just people, he thought, these were all college age folks, with nearly perfect bodies. There were a couple of guys, in whom he had no interest, but 3 or 4 beautiful girls with model-like bodies.

He turned around to see ‘Lacey’ removing her jacket and blouse. “Come on, Mr. Small,” she teased, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He seemed about to protest, when Veronica unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the ground. He stood motionless taking in the sight. She was in nothing but black panties, thigh highs and a black bra, and while he was watching the bra fell off, revealing perfect 36 C breasts. She was perfectly tan and had beautiful blonde hair; she was more amazing than many of the girls in his skin magazines.

She walked up to him and comforted him with a gentle hug, which, of course, got him more worked up.

“I’ll help you, Mr. Small,” she soothingly said to him, while kissing his ear and nuzzling his neck.

He had never corrected her calling him “Mr. Small” so Veronica knew that this was how to play to him. He was probably fantasizing about her being a student of his, she thought.

“Mr. Small,” she went on, “You just let Lacey handle this for you, OK?”

As he stood motionless, she took his chin in her hand and gently nodded it for him.

“Ok, Mr. Small, of course I will,” she said answering this nod.

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips while unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down off of his shoulders. Luckily, this was very easy as Mr. Small was no taller than she was, probably around 5’5″.

“See, Mr. Small, it’s easy. Don’t worry, let Lacey handle it for you,” she soothingly stated.

He did not move; he was in a weird mental state of half pure ecstasy and half pure confusion as he had never experienced (or even dreamed of) a scenario such as the one in which he currently found himself.

With his top off, she gently walked him to a nearby chair and eased him into it.

“Now the fun part,” she said, “But me first, Mr. Small.”

She stood up and winked at him as she bent over and eased her panties down, then stepped out of them.

Now, she stood before him only in the thigh highs. He saw that she had shaved her hair into a little heart, and he had never seen anything like it.

She kneeled down and undid his belt and pants while casually rubbing his cock through his pants.

“Oh, Mr. Small, you are being so good, baby. No one would ever guess this was your first time.”

He didn’t react, as she lifted him up and tugged his pants and briefs off and nicely folded them up and set them next to them on a table.

She leaned up to him and said, “Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to leave my stockings on here, Mr. Small, but I know you like them so I saved them for last.”

“Thank you.” His first words in a while, and barely audible.

Veronica grinned and rubbed one of her stockings up and down on his leg, then rolled it off. She then repeated this with her other stocking and his other leg. She was extremely careful not to touch his cock, though she got very close on his inner thigh. She would give him no relief.

When she was completely naked, she said that she was going to enjoy the beach and asked if he wanted to come with her.

Still out of his element, he responded that he just wanted to sit there and watch a while.

“OK, Mr. Small, but remember, this is a nude beach, but unfortunately sex isn’t allowed. That’s just how these places are, you know.” Veronica answered.

He replied that he knew that, but she knew that he had no idea what was allowed or not at a nude beach.

“Let me put sunscreen on you, Mr. Small, you need it out here,” she offered. He simply nodded, so she pulled out a tube and rubbed it into him from head to toe. She seductively was working her fingers with the lotion over his feet, legs, thighs, tummy, chest, arms and hands, while his body quivered with delight. Lastly she did his balls and cock, giving him an incredible sensation, but one that ended as soon as he showed the first sign of getting close.

He groaned as she stopped, and she whispered, “I know, Mr. Small, I’m so very sorry, but that’s just not allowed here.”

She should get him with one last tease she thought.

“Oh, Mr. Small, I think you have something on you,” she said.

As he glanced up, he watched her pick up her silk, black panties urfa escort and gently wrapped them around his cock. She ever so gently rubbed them up and down, absorbing his pre-cum. She stopped fairly quickly, as she knew that her moist panties traveling up and down his shaft couldn’t last too long.

She then hopped up and jogged over to join the volleyball game; she looked back quickly and caught him picking up and smelling her panties.

“Little perv,” she silently thought, “Your days are so numbered.”

Throughout the rest of the day, she and the other girls present, subtly teased him, well, as subtly as four perfect nude models could have. “Tease, but don’t touch,” was the motto, keeping him in a constant state of arousal but offering him no chance of relief. They swam, played volleyball, and laid out in the sun, never out of his sight. They rubbed lotion on themselves and each other and posed in positions that had him practically wanting to pounce on them.

Around dusk, the others packed up and left, and Veronica approached Mr. Small.

“I have an idea, Mr. Small,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“What, Lacey,” he immediately responded. Throughout the course of the day, he had become extremely attentive to her and very agreeable. She thought that it was probably the fact that there were a couple of other males present, and that he was trying to assert that she was his, or actually, unbeknownst to him that he was hers.

She sat in the chair on the deck that he had once been in, but this time she motioned for him to sit on the deck, in front of the chair facing her, which he immediately did.

Without saying anything, she began to slowly pull one thigh high back on her leg. Her eyes never left his, so she could see that his eyes never left the stocking. When it was fully on, she carefully smoothed and straightened it.

She patted him on his head and whispered, “Good boy, Mr. Small, good boy.”

She then turned his head toward her other leg and let him watch as she began pulling the other stocking on, even more slowly than she had done the first one.

She couldn’t believe that he was sitting at her feet like a subject of a queen, inches away from her fully naked pussy and, yet, was ignoring it, while so enamored with her legs and stockings.

He had become pretty submissive to her during the day, so she knew that there was really no reason to ask him questions anymore, she could just tell him what she would like, and he would agree.

“Back to my idea, Mr. Small,” she purred, while crossing her legs and beginning to stroke the underside of his chin with her silkily covered toes.

“Yes.” He answered.

“I think we should stay here tonight, Mr. Small.” She stated as she nodded her head at him.

She lowered her toes from his chin as she said this. This was unnoticed by him. He, either willingly or subconsciously, immediately lowered his head so that he would maintain contact with her feet, and thus nodded his agreement.

She smiled, and purred at him, “We can do anything we want, Mr. Small, all night long. Tomorrow is Saturday and no one else will be here until 11 or 12 noon.”

He smiled at her, as she moved her other foot to his crotch and began gently rubbing his balls.

“Why don’t you rub my legs, Mr. Small?” she teased, “Don’t you want to?”

He had been in such a state of arousal that he hadn’t realized that what was “not allowed” during the day, might now be okay, but he tentatively touched her stocking.

“That’s it, Mr. Small, oh I love that,” she cooed. “Very light and very gentle, oh yes!”

He was in paradise and lost all sense of time and he was allowed to lightly rub, stroke and caress nearly every inch of her body.

Veronica stayed nude, except, of course, her stockings, and actually enjoyed her full massage while keeping him on the edge of orgasm nearly the entire time.

When she wasn’t manipulating him with her feet, legs or stockings, she allowed her tits to brush against his chest, mouth or hands. She also was able to discretely rub her pussy and use her scent on her hands to arouse him while she found excuses to have her hands near his face, pushing his hair back, running her fingers around his lips and moving his face wherever she wanted it.

At one point, she had him lay beside her and ever so gently stroke her hair. After a few minutes, she asked him to be very still while she stroked his hair. He didn’t notice that during this that she completely stopped paying any attention to his cock and balls, so he inadvertently relaxed and dozed off.

She allowed herself to gently doze as well, knowing that she would wake first.

Just before daybreak, Veronica woke up. She eased Mr. Small onto his back, and began licking, then immersing in her mouth, his cock.

As he came to, he started to sit up, but Veronica, released, his cock from her mouth, and said, “No, Stay.”

He immediately froze, and Veronica, now licking his cock like a lollipop, watched as the realization of where he was and all of yesterday’s events came to him.

“I think I might be a little mad at you, Mr. Small.” She teased, between licks.

“Why?” he asked. His eyes were desperately saying that he didn’t want her to be angry.

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I’m Vanshika, fair-skinned South Indian, just-wedded woman of 24. This story narrates how I lost my virginity to a senior, when I was in college.

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It had been a month since my husband went to the Middle East. He was an incorrigible workaholic and the only time we ever had physical intimacy was on the night of my marriage. The whole thing was like a paper tickling my pussy. He was a virgin. You’d think, for a virgin, he’d at least be enthused to do the whole thing. Turns out he just wanted to get out with it. And he did, literally. In 2 minutes. Two. Freaking. Minutes. I knew my marriage was over. He flew off to Riyadh the next week. Although he never put it verbally, I knew all he wanted was to be promoted to the “Manager” position. Sometimes, I pity him for being such an asexual being. The only time he talked to me was the small talk he made before his folks. “Take care of yourself.” Yeah, I’ll take care of myself, asshole! I’ve been doing it for at least 15 years now.

Honestly, I’d been banged better. My ex-boyfriend Justin Bharath was a stud-stallion. He’d just fuck the shit out of me. Well, he wasn’t so much of a boyfriend, though he teased the whole idea of having a relationship with me for quite some time. I’d as well say I was the glue holding us together, because the guy just couldn’t keep his pants on. Not too much of his fault either. He was one of those incorrigible fucking machines. He was very upfront about it when we started on this “relationship” journey, but you couldn’t blame me for trying. Now, more than ever, I feel I should have married him. But that’s just a whole daydream, considering all the horrendous bullshit we’d have to go through in our families. I was a Brahmin girl and he was a non-practicing Protestant. There you go. The word “non-practicing” is good enough for my family to win their debate.

Though I entered my college as a timid freshman, at the end of my first day I was tired of having many boys ogle at me. Not at my face. I was fairly proud of my big, soft mounds of 32D bosom I was endowed with. And I was not wearing conservative clothes. Tank tops and a pair of jeans had put my curvilinear form on show. I was 5’6″, decently tall and had the fair, clear flawless skin of a refined young woman. Nevertheless, I didn’t have any difficulty coping with the spectators because the boys looked at almost every girl in the college like a pack of rabid wolves ready to lunge on their prey, but were restrained by a leash. I’ve never dressed conservatively since 15. I never felt comfortable in conservative clothing. Don’t get me started on the double standard in women’s “dress code”.

On the fifth day of college, for our Mechanical Workshop practice, we had the senior guys demonstrating and helping us out on our carpentry chores. Why women had to do workshop practice is a whole other debate, but my life took a different turn on that day. I was assigned Vinoth, who happens to be Justin’s friend (just like every other jock in the department, considering the department was very small, with about 20-25 students, all male. Hypersexual, aggressive and sporting tough masculine faces).

They were all alike: Vinoth, Bala, Karthi, Michael and Justin. All third-years. This was the clique anyway – the tight-knit group which knew of all of their combined exploits. Other guys were friendly with this clique, but they exercised their preset limits.

On the other end of the long worktable, stood the muscular, firm frame of the “Man of the College”. The first impression one would get on seeing him was completely obvious: rude, foul-mouthed, drunken reveler who had sex romps for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was already aware of his exploits from our bathroom gossip. Turns out, I was half-right.

He had banged the whole college. Freshmen girls, sophomores, juniors, seniors, and the faculty (only the attractive ones, though). He had the reputation of doing every virgin girl as soon as one joined the college. Kind of like taking the label off the girl and planting his flag. Pun intended. He was a beastly machine. All he ever did was fuck. Needless to say, he was a mechanical engineering student.

Some boys were very jealous of him. It was usually the nerdy guys, like my husband. He was a shot put champion and won every major athletic event in college. He wasn’t a fitness freak, as in he never tried too hard. He was a natural jock. He was not so bright in his studies, but he wasn’t dumb like “Flash” Thompson from Spider-Man. He was an average student. He was an able jock who handles the grades and women well.

6’2″, having the complexion of a dark chocolate, and built like a linebacker, he cut an intimidating figure as he walked the college hallways. The circumference of his upper arm was roughly the same as the circumference of my neck. I wondered which girl, let alone the outside world, had the stamina to match his prowess, which was evident from the moment I saw him. For a moment, I pitied them as I visualized them writhing and convulsing in pleasure and pain as he plunged his manhood into their clits. A tinge of jealousy tried to surmount my pity.

I’d wonder how never got tired of doing the same thing again and again. Physically, it’s mardin escort possible for a guy like him to bang three times a day and keep his libido alive till 45 or 50, but I never understood how he never got bored. The difference, I heard, between him and the other douchebags that rape women is he never forces anyone. He seduces them (with his eyes of course!) and he waits till they’re receptive of his endeavor. He never pursues a girl unless she shows an interest in him. There has never been a complaint of harassment against him. (Although the girls complained of sore pussies and weak legs to each other.) Sex with Justin was like a rite of passage for all the girls in the college. You get better in sexual life after that. Even his friends’ girlfriends were initiated by him before they went on to become their girlfriends. I know I am overly descriptive of him, but he really was the sensational guy in college.

Vinoth snapped me out of my reverie, saying “Hello!” in a singsong, but nonetheless macho voice.

“Shall we get started?” he said.

“Of course, I was just..”

“I know, even the professors couldn’t take their eyes off him.” he finished.

“Listen, don’t presume to know or tell what I am thinking.” I snapped.

“I’ve heard that a lot before. The next thing that’ll happen is you losing your virginity to him. Tonight or tomorrow.” he said. “Oh, Justin. Yeahhhh, fuck me hard”, he feigned a female voice.

“What if I’m not a virgin?” I retorted.

“PUH-leezz. Your face screams ‘Bang me! I’m a virgin’. He likes his muffins fresh. He holds the record of planting his flagpole on all first-years around here, almost all of them virgins. He’d do you even if you’re not a virgin.” he said and sniggered, gesturing ‘big boobs’ with his hands.

“You are disgusting! And so is your friend.” I said, contempt rising in my voice and face.

“Thanks!” his eyes twinkled. “You need to hoist those trunks on the table so I can drill the hole.”

“Will you stop it with the gestures and innuendos?”

“I mean the trunks of wood”, he pointed to the large fresh piece of wood that lay on the end of the table.

“Oh.”

I was a bit embarrassed. No wonder these guys get laid every day.

“I’m Vinoth, by the way.”

“Vanshika.”

“Cute name.”

“Thanks,” I said without any expression.

I was eyeing Justin the whole period; now that Vinoth already knew, I kind of felt uninhibited. Not once, was this reciprocated. He was busy with Neha showing her the marvels of carpentry. They had a few laughs and his voice fell like a thud in a room filled with sounds of grating and chopping of wood.

The bell tolled and we all dashed out like school children relieved to end the school day. I could see Neha flirting with Justin, but he didn’t look very interested in her. He was non-committal and barely responsive. As soon as I walked past him, he sneaked a quick glance at me. When I caught him looking, he waved and smiled at me as if he had known me for long. I feigned a grimace and scuttled to the entrance of my dormitory.

That night, before I went to bed I received a text from an unidentified sender. “Hey there.”

I ignored the call that came almost immediately from the same number.

A text followed, “Meet me tomorrow at the cafeteria at 4. – Justin Bharath”.

Of course, he got my number. I knew that second I was gonna be one of his “scores”. I felt a confusion of feelings. Horny, afraid and helpless. Not in that order, though. One way or the other, I knew I’m gonna say goodbye to my virginity. I didn’t know what to reply. I threw my phone on the nightstand and went to bed.

It was at 3 pm that I finally made up my mind to go ahead and meet him. I might as well tell him I’m not that easy. But God, how wrong was I.

I felt a surge of desire as I saw him in the cafeteria, slurping his Redbull, his eyes instantly spotting me as I went inside.

He surprisingly, brusquely approached the subject without any awkwardness. This man was the embodiment of smug self-confidence. No pleasantries. No “Do you want something to eat or drink?”.

“Listen, Vanshika. I knew you were looking at me and longing to be my partner in the workshop class yesterday. So I’ll say it upfront: I’ve never fucked a cute Brahmin girl before. I wanna bang you hard till I rip that cute little pussy of yours.” His voice matched his macho, rough, rugged physique. He oozed an attitude that screamed “I’m the best banger around here”.

“Will you keep it down? This isn’t your dorm room.” I sneered at him, panicking and looking around.

“Don’t worry. This is just a proposition. It’s entirely up to you.” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Don’t you ever think of anything else? I’ve heard about your reputation here. I’m not your fuck-and-forget whore. Besides, how do you conclude I longed for you?” I said, trying my best.

“Well, are you now?”

Yes. I am longing. I wonder what musky odor he emanates from his body. I couldn’t help it.

“No!” I scoff and lie.

“Either your lips are lying or your eyes are telling the truth.”

“Where do you get these clichéd pick-up lines? You watch too many movies.”

“Yeah. nevşehir escort You need to see my porn collection. I’ve tried each and every one of those roleplays.”

I faltered.

“My offer stands. Meet me at 8 pm tomorrow night after gym class. We’ll drive to the Happy Gorilla Inn. Oh, and by the way, cute name, Vanshika.”

I grimaced and scurried to leave.

Great. Gym class. This guy had made his mind on fucking me after a vigorous workout.

Happy Gorilla was the unofficial name of the local fuckhouse owned by the gym trainer. He disguised it as a motel where students can “study” in groups. No wonder Justin got a free pass every time he went there. No charges.

I knew I’d give in to my desire someday. But I didn’t plan on it this soon. “Tomorrow night” was looming and it was very soon. I was OK with him taking off my virginity. But I was mentally unprepared.

I spent the night with disturbed sleep. I sent him a text: “Don’t forget to buy condoms”.

He texted back: “So you ARE coming.”

“I’m not sure. I want you to buy condoms, just in case I do come.”

“I don’t do condoms, babe. It’s not my style.”.

WTF?

“Are you kidding me? Screw your style. I don’t wanna be pregnant! I am so not coming if you don’t get condoms. No compromise.”

“Chill. I’ve got some morning-after pills for you. Don’t worry.”

I never knew that morning-after pills made their way into the college sex life. Condoms were still the norm. It looked like I had dodged a bullet. But I vacillated.

“Good night. Bang you tomorrow. LOL :)” he texted.

I hated the gut of that son-of-a-bitch. How could he be so frivolous? The answer presented itself. He had banged so many girls, this was never a problem for him. Besides, it’s easy for a guy to say “Don’t worry”. I considered for a moment. This would be a big step for me.

I’ve watched loads of porn: hardcore, soft-core, roleplay, whatever. I’ve fantasized loads. I’ve come loads. But this would be the first time a man would invade my femininity. A frisson of erotic excitement made its way from my stomach to my throat. I quivered with sexual desire and forced myself half-heartedly to sleep, questions arising in my mind like hundreds of balloons launched up in the air.

I didn’t see him on campus the next day. I returned to my dorm and hit the shower. I had put some makeup on and I dolled myself. I threw on a beige satin nightwear and added an overcoat to disguise my sheer outfit. At 7:30, I received a text: “Waiting for you. Gym entrance.” I didn’t text him back.

It was a sultry night with unrelenting humidity, but fortunately I don’t sweat very much. I walked my way to the gym and the road lamps had illuminated the whole ground surrounding the gym. At the entrance, I saw three hooded figures. He was standing there bumming his cigarette with Vinoth and Michael. They were all completely drenched with sweat from the workout and their t-shirts had turned a darker shade of their original color. He watched me coming toward them with faltering, slow steps and he waved. He gestured with his fingers: “Come on.”

I didn’t know his friends would be there. This added tremendously to the awkwardness. What a jerk!

Vinoth sported an I-told-you-so look on his face as I approached them. He stood there basking in his trivial victory. Michael looked dazed and uncomfortable. I stopped near where they stood.

“So, where are you guys off to? The movies? Beach?” teased Vinoth. Michael let out a snigger, vainly trying to suppress it.

Yeah right. The beach. A bunch of unadulterated jerks.

“Dude, cut it out. She’s embarrassed” said Justin.

“I’m not embarrassed” I retorted.

“I thought you said you were thinking about this” said Justin.

Now I am embarrassed. How dare he?

“I knew you’d say this. God, you’re so predictable.” I said, unfazed.

“Hmm. You have a smart mouth. Will it be of good use tonight?” countered Vinoth and he chuckled with Michael.

Before I could think of what to say, Justin threw a sharp, cutting look at Vinoth which silenced them both.

“Don’t mind them. Let’s go. Hop on.” he said, as climbed on his Yamaha Fazer and started the kick started the vehicle. He motioned for me to climb and I hopped on.

He gave Vinoth and Michael a few directions (man talk!) and bid them bye.

They shouted and cheered, like fans encouraging a football player to score a goal.

“Call me tomorrow morning, Justin” said Vinoth. He gestured a “call-me” with his hands and sniggered, winking at me.

We left the ground and Justin dashed past the buildings in his Fazer, leading us out of the campus.

“Am I riding too fast?” he shouted as the rowdy winds muffled his voice.

“No, it’s fine.” I said.

“Huh?”

“It’s fine” I shouted.

“Don’t mind them. They forgot they were in the presence of a girl. That’s the kind of talk you hear in our dorm rooms.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

It was a very short ride. We were at the Happy Gorilla Inn in 2 minutes.

At the lobby, Justin collected his key from Gautam, the gym trainer who owned the place.

He eyed me niğde escort for a while and eyed Justin immediately. He was subtle and smiled at Justin, comprehending the whole situation. He handed the keys, saying “Have fun!”.

We entered the dingy motel room which surprisingly had a neat cot with a clean double bed, and clean white sheets. The room reeked of dampness and humidity.

I stood near the corner of a wall as Justin gulped a glass of water. There was no light in the room, except for a small table lamp which was half-dead.

He walked toward me slowly, his eyes gleaming with lust. The tension was tangible. At least for me. My heart was pacing rapidly and I felt a rush of apprehension and stimulation.

He removed his t-shirt to reveal his sculpted masculine physique gleaming in the dim light. His body emanated a mixture of musky fragrance and sweat. Even though he had worked out, there was not a trace of foul odor. The masculine smell filled the room and the Chanel N5 that I wore was dwarfed to the level of non-existence.

Drops of fresh sweat made their way from his pecs to his flat stomach. He wore a silver-colored chain with a Cross pendant around his neck. His upper arms, now in full naked view, were intimidatingly large. I suddenly realized why all the girls wanted to sleep with him. You could never say no to such masculinity. He was a black Greek god.

He threw his drenched t-shirt on the floor and stood very close to me. There was only an inch of separation between us. My face was aligned to his chest area immediately below his neck. He slowly tilted my face upward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I let out a gasp and shuddered.

I smiled with great difficulty as he withdrew his raw, rough lips from their soft counterparts. He didn’t smile. He unbuttoned by coat jacket and threw it over his t-shirt. He took his time to take in the view of my body shape. He imbibed it with earnestness and put his rough man-hands on my rising mounds over my sheer night-gown. He started to caress my breasts in a circular fashion and I started to moan lightly.

Just then, he whispered into my ears, “I’m not usually this gentle, you know. I don’t do much foreplay. I slurp on boobs, get some head and then I fuck the shit outta the girl. But with you, I feel like having soft fun for some time and then gradually show how rough I can be. I want this to be special for both of us.”

These words came as smooth as butter. It looked like he had rehearsed it before, but there was the uncanny sense of candor in his speech. He had really given some thought about this. I was relieved to be treated specially.

He unhooked my night gown and my breasts fell free as they heaved. He eyed them for a moment and commented, “Hell yeah! That’s how I like it bitch! Big, white and perky.” He played ball with my boobs by shaking each one in opposite directions.

He began to squeeze my breasts slowly and then doubled the speed. His black beastly hand mashed my soft spongy right boob, as he started to push his rabid lips on the left boob. His tongue made its way through my mouth, swaying and pushing mine from right toward the left. He was French-kissing me as he pinched my nipples hard. My supple breasts suddenly turned rock-hard with stimulation.

As they hardened even more, he put his mouth on my left breast and sucked it hard. His trimmed mustache and stubbly beard tickled my breast and I began to moan softly. I wrapped my hands around his slippery, sweaty back of his neck as he feasted on my left bosom, then right. He took turns changing from one breast to another. He increased his pace and sucked my large round mounds very hard and bit them with his teeth. He knew how to do it without inflicting pain.

He couldn’t resist opening the zipper on his pants. He threw off his pants and slid his boxer briefs off for the ultimate revelation: the humongous snake of his nether region. I let out an audible gasp and he laughed it off, in an I-get-that-a-lot kinda way. This guy had it all. And his sexual appetite is insatiable. That much was given.

His dark, 9 inch black cut cock stood fully erect. It was not like one of his organs. It looked like it had its own life, own food and own mind. The glans glistened with shiny pre-cum. That’s the start of a whole new side of Justin.

He grabbed the back of my head by my ponytail and motioned my head and mouth to his monstrous shaft. I didn’t open my mouth. He teased my lips with his glans and smeared the pre-cum on my lips. I reluctantly opened my mouth and that was all I did. He shoved his 9 incher into my mouth and swayed his hips back and forth. He didn’t give me time to adjust to his dick. In fact I’ve never sucked before. I tried to hold my grip on his upper thighs as he fucked my mouth, but my hands kept slipping with the sweat on his body. He was only half inside my mouth when he began to squeeze my ponytail and slid his dick even farther in. As his thrusts became violently rapid, I began to choke on his dick and struggled for breath. I forcefully removed my mouth from his dick and begged him to stop for a minute. He was impatient and resumed his ramming in 30 seconds. I continued to slurp his dick like the common slut. My sexual self was in full control. His head was tilted upward facing the ceiling as swung my head back and forth by grabbing my ponytail. He was biting his teeth hard from the sudden increase in his libido and began expressing it in the sexual vernacular.

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*Hello again for part two of Poor Simon!

This is just a disclaimer from your author. The following submission includes non-consent, domination, gay activities, fear, and emotional stress. For those who think I am a sadist, you may be right, but keep hope, for brighter days are on the horizon for Simon.

All characters in the following piece are 18+.

This is a work of fiction from my erotic imagination, human trafficking is a very real and sick thing and I do not endorse it one bit.

With that said, please enjoy the second installment of Poor Simon…*

*

When I woke up I was blindfolded. I felt a surge of despair, but I was so frightened by the conditions in which I woke up, that I didn’t really have time to dwell on it. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and then I carefully took stock of my situation.

I was in a warm place. My body felt clean, so they must have cleaned me when I was unconscious. I could feel light sweat from the warmth of the room on my chest and forehead and between my legs.

My body was in a vulnerable position. I was laying on my back on a reclining leather seat, like something you would sit on at the dentists; except at the dentist’s, my arms were never shackled above my head. My wrists were in soft, padded shackles, and my legs were suspended in the air in separate shackles that swung slightly when I kicked.

Not only was I blindfolded, but a fat ball of rubber was jammed between my teeth and tied around the back of my head in a knot that dug uncomfortably into the back of my skull. I was not entirely naked this time, but that was no comfort to me because my one article of clothing was a piece of tiny, girlie underwear that felt insubstantial and flimsy.

“So you’ve finally woken up, Simon?”

A warm hand twined into my hair and I flinched a little. The new voice wasn’t the reedy tenor of the Doctor, or the lewd sneer of Hanson; it was warm and low, like distant thunder on a summer evening. I was blind and gagged and trussed up like a damn turkey, but that voice, and that gentle touch, they soothed me, just a bit. Then he grabbed my cock.

I let out a strangled cry and tried to struggle away as his hand moved away the flimsy fabric of the girlie panties. His hand left my hair and I let out a muffled scream as something flexible and burning snapped against my ass. The man released my cock and whipped me four more times as I let out muffled cries of surprised pain. Tears came to my eyes to be soaked up by the blindfold.

“Don’t struggle, Simon. If I think you should have pleasure, then you should enjoy it, not pull away.”

He touched my cock again and I let out a humiliated, shocked cry.

He chuckled. “You are a very good find, Simon. If whipping you makes you so hard, then the most difficult part of your training is already over.”

His warm hand curled around my swollen cock and I flinched. I was so afraid that he was going to whip me again that I gave a little sob of relief when he began petting my hair again. I had almost forgotten his hand around my cock, until he squeezed lightly. I whimpered and arched, trying to get away but only thrusting my penis even further into the warm cradle of his fingers.

“Poor Simon.” He whispered as his fingers slowly slid up and down my shaft. “I know things must be terribly confusing right now, but I am going to answer your questions. Before I answer your questions you must follow certain rules about speaking.”

I moaned. I could barely comprehend him. He kept stroking me and it felt so good and so bad and I was covered in sweat. I tried to listen. I wanted to know what was going on and why I was here.

“The first condition. Always address me as Master or Sir. If you are feeling especially formal, you can call me Master Anthony.”

I whimpered as his hand left my hair, I thought that he was going to whip me, but then he touched my nipples. His rough fingers were gentle and I felt myself moving so my nipples and penis were more firmly in his grasp. I needed to come so badly that my body was almost reacting by itself.

“The second condition is very simple; only speak when spoken to, or allowed to. The third condition is to use your brain whenever you speak to me. You no longer have free will, or free speech. My colleagues and I can punish everything you say, if it is felt that it was disrespectful or stupid. You are just beginning your training, so for every mistake you make you will receive ten lashes. It will be more as your training continues.”

I screamed through the gag and my body arched. His hand became slick with my come and he wiped me clean with a rough paper towel before adjusting the tiny underwear. Training?

“You have a nice amount of come. If you want to be able to speak, then you will have to eat it. Shh, don’t cry Simon. There is no need for pride, or shame in your new life. It is best to lose those feelings as fast as you can. Now, can I trust you to be a good boy and lick it up? Or will I have to manisa escort punish you?”

I felt so low and degraded, but I nodded feebly and nudged my head more firmly into his gentle hand as tears leaked from my blindfold.

I felt his hands untie the gag and work it out of my jaws. The corners of my mouth felt sticky and stiff. Then his wet fingers touched my lips. His other hand began to softly pet my hair, teasing the silky strands. That was what gave me the courage to stick out my tongue and lick his hand like a frightened dog.

My semen tasted bland, with a faint salty-mineral taste. It was warm and I whimpered as my stomach heaved and I gagged.

“Shh, just relax Simon.” I lapped my come from his hand and cried softly the entire time, nuzzling into his gentle hand for reassurance.

When his hand was clean he stuck his thumb into my mouth and I felt the urge to suck on it, so I did. “Good boy.” He murmured quietly. “You may ask your questions now, just be careful.

“Wh-where am I?”

I realized my mistake a fraction of a second too late as his hand left my head, and I screamed as his lash hissed across my ass. I writhed and wriggled and struggled, but I was tied up well, and I couldn’t escape his lash. By the time he was done I was shaking and crying softly, and even though I had just come, my penis was semi-erect. With no further stimulation it quickly died down.

“Wh-Wh-where am I, M-Master?”

I gave a little moan of relief as he began stroking my hair again.

“You are in a facility on a small privately owned island in Indonesia. This facility is known worldwide as the ‘Fishers’. It was a name we got in the sixties and it stuck. We are a business that collects young men and women from across the world and trains them to be companions. We do very well. Our boss is rather old-school so all of the Fish that we collect are over eighteen. He has a reputation of being very classy, and trustworthy so we have a large clientele.”

I was furious. Hopeless anger and frustration and humiliation bubbled up in a massive surge, and I screamed at him with all of the hate and fear and pent-up emotion of the last few days.

“How could you!” I screamed at him. “How could you do this!”

I wanted to be silent as he whipped me. I wanted to be brave and to resist him, but I was whimpering by the third stroke. By the eighth I was sobbing with pain. He paused after the tenth stroke and I was gasping in air. I wasn’t braced or ready for the next set of lashes.

I let out an agonized scream as the eleventh lash landed on my relaxed and tender buttocks. I bit my lip as he hit me nine more times, trying to muffle the agonized sounds that tried to escape.

I could hear him breathing. “You had permission to speak, Simon. What you didn’t have was respect. And you still need to call me master or sir. Try again after you get your breath.”

I cried for a little while. It was too much; part of me wanted to ask him questions and find out what was going on. Another part of me wanted to crawl into a corner and sleep for the rest of my life. Another aching part of me wanted to huddle into my mother’s warm arms and just cry out all of the hurt and shame and worthlessness that I felt.

I didn’t want to open my mouth again. I was too afraid, and I didn’t want him to whip me again. If you’ve never been whipped, you don’t know how bad it is. You feel the shame suffocating you and it is impossible to breathe without the breath being snagged in your throat and you try not to cry but you always do and that just makes it worse. His hand nestled in my hair and I felt the soft burn of shame in my throat as I huddled into him, but then I was able to speak.

“Wh-why d-did they choose m-me, Master?”

“That’s better, Simon. We have several Agents in countries across the world. Our Agent was actually looking for a sexy little minx that was in class at the U of Minnesota, but he found out about you shortly after your parents’ death. You were a young, pretty, feminine boy who had no guardians, no relatives, and would not be missed. That is why you were chosen.

“Since we have found you it seems that our choice was a good one. You are unusually sensitive, you are a virgin, and you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in years.”

My heart was still aching from the reminder of my parent’s death. I was afraid and angry because I had been kidnapped by madmen who were going to do horrible things to me. But when he complimented me in his low, pleasant voice I felt warmth bloom in my chest. I was weirdly happy that he thought I was beautiful. My brain screamed with horror that I was reacting this way.

A terrible thought ran through my head. A thought that made me feel weak and dizzy and nauseous. “Will—will those m-men come back? Will I have to do… will I have to do things to them, Master?”

His hand paused for a moment and I cringed, but he continued the petting after a long moment. “The two men—Doctor Allgood and Ben Hanson—were kütahya escort assigned to you. However, they were deemed incompetent. You managed to run away from them, and you are a valuable find. It was thought that if we left you with them, that they would ruin you in a week. They will still be given assignments, but lower-risk items; such as strait women who are not virgins.”

I let out a sigh of pure relief, and shivered as I remembered how cruel they had been.

“Master? What will the training be like?”

“You will be in training for about three months. You will be trained to satisfy men sexually, and to be a good companion, or a pet. This will include teaching you to give oral sex, teaching you to enjoy and withstand pain, teaching you to be subservient, and being penetrated with dildos. You will not be fucked by anyone while you are here so we can sell you as a virgin. Your training also includes a rigorous diet and exercise regime to keep you lean and fit.”

Just the mention of food made my stomach twist in on itself, and I tried to remember the last time I had eaten anything.

“May I have something to eat, Master?”

He chuckled; it was a nice sound. “Yes, I think we should go get something to eat. When I untie you, you are going to get on your hands and knees on the ground. If you try to run away, the whippings I gave you will seem like mosquito bites.”

I could feel my face getting pale and I nodded vigorously. What an idea! What a bad, horrible idea it was to run away!

I felt a faint pang as he moved his hand away from my head to undo my shackles. When my wrists were free I rubbed the soreness from them and waited for him to undo my legs. He stripped of the blindfold and I saw my master for the first time.

Master Anthony was a tall V of a man. He had broad, workman’s shoulders that narrowed down into a trim waist. His head was a broad foxy triangle, handsome and intelligent. His features were regular except for how strong they were. His cheekbones jutted out in a powerful ridge, and his chin was strong as well, with just a hint of a cleft. His eyes were dark and deep-set under his eyebrows.

His hair was dark and his skin was tanned, but not the smooth look of fake tanning. It was a tan he had gotten from the sun. He wore dark clothes that looked like a uniform. The collared shirt buttoned to the right of his torso, like a chef’s shirt, and both his shirt and pants were black. It was a very sleek, stylish look.

I could feel my face getting hot as I looked at him and I flinched away as he lifted his massive hand. The fingers touched my cheek.

“Get on the floor, Simon.”

I felt my face flush with blood, and I crawled onto the floor with my face feeling hot and my mind screaming at me. I was getting a fucking crush on the man who had made me lick up my own come, among other things.

My limbs were stiff and a little sore after being in shackles for an extended period of time. When I finally saw the panties I was wearing, my blush deepened. They were dark blue, with little silver stars on them, and the lace was almost see-through. I could clearly see the outline of my limp penis and testes.

He got on one knee and fastened a plain dog collar around my neck. I flinched with shame as he snapped on a leash and used a small key to lock it in place. Was he really going to walk around with me like this? I remembered the topless blonde that had been crawling around next to the black man, and I just got more frightened.

He tugged lightly on the leash. “Come on Simon, we’re going to go to the dining hall.”

——

It was a new and humiliating experience, crawling around on the floor like an animal. The leash made me feel like a pet dog, and I was all but naked in the humid air. Temperature wasn’t the problem, but when we passed an elderly Asian man who was vacuuming the rug, I felt like I would die of shame when his dark eyes looked me up and down.

We went down the long hallway, and Master stopped at a set of shiny double doors. When he opened them, I gasped and he had to tug on the leash to get me crawling again.

It wasn’t a cafeteria; it was like a small five-star restaurant. Soft music played from artfully placed speakers, and a young man in a tuxedo walked around taking orders and serving food. A few of the large round tables were half-filled with elegantly uniformed masters and mistresses. The people like me knelt under the tables at their master’s sides. As I crawled I saw a slender redheaded boy nibble at a morsel of food that his master held under the table. When the food was gone the boy licked his master’s fingers with a look of adoration on his face. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible.

Master Anthony headed to another table with three dominants. One was a skeletal man with Eastern European features, like Russian, or Ukrainian. One was a shorter, chubby Indian man with a dark beard and a turban. The last was a heavy-jawed blonde woman with a lot of makeup malatya escort and lidded dark eyes that made me feel sick with fear when she stared at me.

“So you ended up with the little blonde boy?” the woman purred. “It’s probably for the best. That brainless Hanson would have torn his cherry to shreds in under a day.” Her voice was deep and throaty and her eyes were cold. “Well, let’s see him, Tony, we haven’t got all day!”

I looked up at Master Anthony and he was giving the woman a polite smile. He looked down at me. “Well, you heard Janice, stand up and let them look at you.”

Master still had the whip in his hand and he lightly drew it across my back, so I timidly got up and nearly fell over from the rush of light-headedness. I felt so bare and exposed as they stared appraisingly at me. I unconsciously tried to cover my scantily-clad groin with my hands and I cried out as master lashed me once with the whip.

“Don’t hide yourself, Simon. Your body is no longer your own and anyone who looks at you has all the right in the world to do so.”

The Indian man looked up as I let my arms drop limply to my sides. “Simon? You should know better then to let your Fish keep his original name.”

He was very polite, but I was so close to him that I could feel him tensing slightly.

“I have never agreed with that part of the process. It seems counterproductive to give someone a silly name if they are trying to be sexy. Something like Kitten, or Mercy, or the ever-popular Sassy doesn’t seem sexy to me.”

The Skinny man leaned in. He is a very good looking Fish; perhaps I can borrow him for an hour of two when he has more training. Pity that he’s a virgin.”

“I have never liked boys, but I wouldn’t say no to that if there were no girls nearby.”

“All you need to do is remove that little blemish between his legs and he could pass for one of my girls.”

They were commenting on me and I felt like I wasn’t even there, except for their hungry, greedy eyes on me. I was trembling with fear and uncertainty when my Master casually put a hand on my head, and started stroking in little massaging circles. I let out a small, involuntary croon, before blushing and firmly shutting my mouth.

Master was more than a head taller than I was. “Sit down Simon, and dinner will come soon.”

I quickly dropped to my knees on the left side of his chair, glad to be out of sight of the dominants. Then I saw their submissives.

I felt my face flush bright red and I tried to cover my groin with my hands as three girls on leashes looked right at me and up and down. They were unashamedly looking over my bare body. I let out a little moan of humiliation and discomfort. I tried to hide behind my Master’s black-clad leg.

The one at the feet of the European guy was a short, busty redhead clothed in a pale green thong and a matching bra that was so lacy I could see the aureole of her nipples. Across from me was a brunette with a lanky, athletic sort of body. She had small, high breasts and slender hips and muscular legs and arms. She was clothed in nothing but a pink thong, and her clear blue eyes were red and swollen from crying. The girl next to Janice was Dark-skinned and tall and supple, like a dancer. She was clothed in a long, purple sari that was almost completely transparent. I felt so clumsy and exposed, they were all so beautiful, so why was I here?

Master cuffed me with the whip; it was a soft blow, but I could tell that he was annoyed. I crawled from behind him and knelt, covering my groin and praying for them to stop looking at me before my face caught on fire with shame. The young waiter came to take Master’s order.

“I’ll have the Steak, well done. And get a light meal and some mineral water for my Fish.” The waiter nodded and the others placed their orders.

I slowly got used to being naked in front of the girls. They were just like me, and each one was in a different stage of their training. At the beginning they must have all felt like this. The Redhead had given me a small encouraging smile and a thumbs up. The brunette had given me a weak smile. The black girl had given me a contemptuous sneer, but the other two girls had glared at her for that.

The food came. My mouth watered and my stomach gave a growl of hunger at the smells of filet mignon, steak, and some sort of spicy dish that made my nose tickle. Then the waiter put my dinner in front of me.

It was so small that the tiny part of my mind that still believed in fairness and equality thought that it must be a joke. On the plate was about half of a chicken breast that wafted fragrant steam to my nose. There was also a small spinach salad with no dressing, and chunk of yellow cheese about the size of a domino. The waiter also set down a wide bowl with water in it.

When I looked up at my Master I knew that it was no joke. I reached for the cheese and let out a small cry as he whipped me.

“Watch how the others are eating.”

They were all eating with their hands behind their backs, and their faces in the plates. The brunette was slurping water with her face in the bowl. I shivered a little and leaned down. When my face was less than an inch from the plate I nibbled some of the salad leaves into my mouth.

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A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 10

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Facesitting

Author’s Note: All errors are strictly mine.

* * *

“I have a talk with you,” Aiko said one Saturday morning.

Gerald raised an eyebrow. “You talk to me all the time,” he said.

“Be serious,” she said as she rolled her eyes in mild exasperation. She knew he liked playing games with words. “You know what I mean.”

“You mean you want to discuss something out of the ordinary. It also means you’re worried about my reaction.”

“You think like a woman, Gerald.”

“No,” he replied, “I just know how you think.”

“Whatever.”

“Let’s have dinner,” he suggested, “Afterwards, we’ll relax a little to give ourselves a chance to digest our meals. Then we’ll have out talk. Okay?”

Later in the evening, after watching a show they both enjoyed, Gerald patted the place next to him on the sofa. It was an obvious invitation to his Asian wife to cuddle.

“Okay, what’s on your mind,” he asked.

She sat beside him, snuggling against him. She enjoyed the protective feel of his arms around her.

“I think I’m turning into a slut,” she stated.

“How so? Have you been fooling around on me? Have you been with some guy I don’t know about? Are you jumping on every stiff cock you can find?”

“No, hon, I haven’t. You know I won’t do that. It’s against our rules.”

“Then why do you think you’re turning into a slut?” he asked.

“If I tell, you won’t get mad at me, right?”

“Getting angry for telling the truth is against our rules,” he replied.

“We’ve had a lot of swinging experience now. Don’t you agree?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered. Gerald wasn’t yet sure if she was changing the subject or preparing him for what she wanted to say next.

“We’ve enjoyed our experiences so far but it’s fair to say some were more enjoyable than others.”

“That’s only logical,” he agreed.

“What do you enjoy the most?” she asked.

“Besides you of course, different pussy,” he answered.

“Anything else?” she asked.

“I’m an old-fashioned type of guy,” he replied. “I don’t like using a condom. I love the idea of filling my lover’s unprotected womb with my cum,” he confessed. “It turns me on knowing another man is attempting to do the same to you, my wife and the mother of my children.”

Aiko hesitated, then decided to plunge ahead. “I’m glad you said that because I feel the same way. I love the feel of a man’s cock inside me,” she admitted. “I love the feel of his cock spraying his cum into my womb. I get wet just thinking about it,” she blushed.

“We both like having sex with other people,” Gerald agreed. “That’s not knew. W’ve been very honest and open about it to each other. “But I sense there’s something else going on here,” Gerald concluded

Aiko swallowed hard. “I want to experience what it’s like to be a sexual submissive,” she said quietly. “For one day, I want to be a slut wife, a sex slave.”

“Ah,” Gerald said stringing out the sound.

‘That is not really a surprise,’ Gerald thought. Hints of her submissive streak had been there all along.’

“Let me think about it, okay?” he said out loud.

“Okay.”

* * *

Several weeks passed. Aiko’s birthday approached. Gerald and Aiko agreed to organize a party attended by both family and friends. They asked that no gifts be given. Instead, they asked everyone to bring either food or drink. They wanted the party to focus on family and friends.

After every one had left, Gerald told his wife he had a custom-made gift just for her. Although she insisted on seeing it, he refused, saying that she would have to wait a week because it wasn’t quite ready yet.

Naturally, Gerald’s mysterious gift triggered Aiko’s female curiosity. All week long she nagged Gerald, urging him to tell her what it was. Gerald was adamant in his refusal to tell her, insisting she be patient.

For Aiko, the week seemed to take forever but Saturday finally arrived. Gerald informed her that they were going to have a lunch. She would receive her surprise gift later.

When they finished Gerald drove out into the countryside.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I’m not saying,” he replied. “As matter of fact I don’t even want you to see where we’re going.” He tossed a blindfold toward her. “Put it on. Make sure not even a sliver of light gets through.”

“What’s going on,” she asked.

“Don’t ask,” he replied, “otherwise there’ll be no surprise. And I won’t give you your gift unless I can surprise you.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, have it you way.” She put it on.

Gerald continued to drive what seemed to her an unusually long time. She could tell he was making various turns but otherwise had no idea where they were going.

Finally the car stopped. Gerald got out of car, walked over to the passenger’s side, opened the door and helped his wife out of the car.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Don’t ask,” he replied sternly. “And from now don’t speak unless you are spoken to.”

The walk was not long. Aiko heard Gerald knock on the door. It opened.

She kütahya escort heard Gerald say, “Well, we’re here.”

“Come in,” said a voice she didn’t recognize.

“Do you want something to drink?” the voice asked Aiko.

“Just some water, please,” she answered.

“Go get a bottle of water, please, while I take our guests to the rec room,” the voice said

Aiko heard someone walk away. Apparently, Gerald had taken her to a house of people she didn’t know.

Gerald, holding Aiko’s hand, followed the voice to the rec room.

“Let her sit here for a minute,” the voice told Gerald.

Gerald guided Aiko to her seat. “Don’t remove your blindfold,” he reminded his wife

‘What the hell is going on?’ she wondered.

She heard the footsteps return. A bottle of water was put in her hand. She drank from it. Then she heard more footsteps.

Gerald brought her out of her reverie. “Some gentlemen here are going to strip you,” he announced. He used a commanding tone in his voice.

She hesitated. ‘What the hell!’ she thought.

“Today is the day I’m turning you into a sex slave!” he proclaimed.

And then it dawned on her. Gerald was granting her wish. She felt her body react with excitement.

“Remove your footwear,” Gerald told her.

She did. She was in bare feet. Her legs were bare; she rarely wore nylons.

Then Gerald spoke again. “Number 1, you may remove her blouse. Hand it to me.”

“With pleasure,” he said. It was the voice that had greeted them at the door.

Aiko felt the tug of Number 1’s fingers as he undid the blouse. He walked around her. From behind, he helped her pull her arms out of from the sleeves. He stood very close to her; she heard his breathing. Wet lips planted themselves on the nape of her neck. A tongue darted out as if to taste her. They worked their way toward her ear. His nose brushed her ear. He took in her scent. Then he nibbled just underneath the lower lobe of her ear.

Aiko shivered.

“Mmm,” Number 1 said, “you smell and taste good Aiko. “You’ve never met me” he said, “but you’ll get to know me very well, very soon.”

Number 1 stopped for a moment only to plant his lips just below her chin. He nibbled there as well. His lips explored every part of her neck. Sometimes his hand stroked her upper chest but avoided her bra-covered breasts.

Aiko wondered if she would end up with a rash of hickeys.

“That’s enough for now Number 1,” Gerald said after a few minutes. “Aiko,” he said turning to his wife, “you’ll service Number 1 first. But not yet.”

Her own husband was ordering to submit to a stranger. She wondered what he would do with her, how he would use her to satisfy his lusts. ‘If there is a Number one,’ she surmised, ‘there must also be a Number 2. Would there be more?’ she asked herself.

Aiko suddenly had a bad case of the butterflies in her stomach.

“It’s your turn Number 2,” Gerald announced. “You may remove her skirt.”

Number 2 undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“Step out of skirt, Aiko,” Gerald ordered.

She did. Gerald picked up her dress.

“You may play with her thighs,” Gerald said.

Number 2 said nothing but his hands caress her thighs firmly but sensually. Sometimes both hands flowed up and down one thigh and then up and down the other. Sometimes, there was one hand on each thigh, caressing both thighs at the same time. Every so often she felt lips kiss her thigh. Each kiss seemed to bring the man’s lips ever closer to her pussy. Then he kissed her thigh along the panty line. She felt the pressure of his nose against her vulva. She heard his nose breathe in her aroma. More kisses on her thighs followed.

Once in a while, a hand tantalizingly approached her moistening pussy. A finger lightly and teasingly brushed across her labia. She wished she wasn’t wearing panties.

If he was trying to turn her on, Aiko thought, he was succeeding magnificently. A metaphor came to mind; she was hotter than a firecracker.

“That’s enough for now Number 2,” Gerald said.

Number 2 stopped. He never said a word.

Aiko heard him walk away. A chair moved as he sat down. She wondered what was next.

“Number 3, please remove my wife’s bra,” Gerald announced. “You may play with her breasts.”

Aiko heard footsteps approach. Someone stood behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell away but not to the floor. Number 3 caught the bra and handed it over to Gerald.

Aiko felt large warm hands envelope her breasts and massage them. She heard his breathing because his mouth was close to her ear. He pressed his erection against her sensual bottom. The pleasurable feeling generated by his skilful handling of her bosom caused her to lean back against him as if she was trying thrust out her mammaries to make them even more easily accessible to his erotic attention.

“I’d love to manhandle for hours,” Number 3 whispered in her ear. “My mouth is watering just at the thought of mounting you and filling you with my cum.”

Aiko didn’t malatya escort recognize his voice either. She became nervous. Apparently, Gerald had arranged for a group of strangers to turn her into a slut wife.

A few minutes passed. “That’s enough for now,” Gerald interrupted. “Your turn to take her will come,” Gerald interjected. “It’s Number 4’s turn. Take off her panties,” he instructed Number 4.

Fingers insinuated themselves underneath the panty-strap. They pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them. Aiko was now totally naked.

Gerald picked up her panties and out them, along with her other clothes, on a nearby end table.

“Number 4 you may massage my lovely’s wife’s beautiful ass.”

“Number 4 did exactly what he was bidden to do. He kneaded her ass-cheeks. He let his fingers caress the valley between them, lightly touching her anus and perineum. Aiko trembled at his touch. Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly to give him easier access. More tremors echoed through her body.

“You may look and taste,” Gerald said to Number 4.

Number 4 gazed at her bald pussy. He forced her legs to open wider. Then he put his mouth so close to her that Aiko could feel the heat of his breath against her pussy.

“Do you enjoy her aroma?” Gerald asked Number 4.

He said nothing. Aiko could not see that he had nodded a yes. She knew his mouth and nose were very close. She wanted to feel his tongue lick across her lower lips and clitoris.

“That’s enough,” Gerald. “It’s hard to resist that pussy, isn’t it?” Gerald said.

Number 4 remained silent. He nodded but of course Aiko didn’t see.

“Let’s find out how ready she is,” Gerald said. “Number 4, please put your finger in her box and tell us if she’s ready.”

Aiko felt a finger, then a second, enter her. She gasped at the erotic intrusion.

“Is she hot and wet?” Gerald asked.

Aiko heard no answer. Number 4 must have nodded in affirmation.

‘Stupid question,’ Aiko thought knowing her husband was drawing out her seduction to point where she would be so excited she would submit to almost anything.

Gerald kneeled. “She’s getting there,” he observed, “but some more work is needed.”

Aiko felt his hot breath caress her exposed pussy. He stuck his finger into her pussy hole.

‘You despicable pussy teaser,’ she thought, then smiled.

“Aiko,” Gerald said, “you’ll do whatever these men tell you to do. Put both hands on the back of your neck. Stand still until you’re told otherwise. Understood?”

“Yes,” she replied.

She felt a wave of hands start exploring every nook and cranny of her body. There were so many hands she couldn’t tell how many there were. Sometimes a cock brushed against her body. She captured two of them with her hands. Every so often, a cock in her hand was replaced by another.

She felt the heat in her body rise. Her nipples were now fully erect. Her pussy flowed. Her body ached with pleasure at the sensation of many hands exploring and probing her body. Hands massaged her breasts. Fingers tugged at her nipples. Hands stroked her thighs and other hands stroked her belly. Hands lingered over her vulva. Fingers parted her labia, others her vaginal opening. Hands explored her perineum and a finger even penetrated her ass.

Aiko felt herself tremble with excitement. Her breathing became heavier, more laboured. She wanted one of them to mount her. Her womb ached to be filled by a hard cock, to feel the squirting of a lover’s juices inside her body. She wanted to cum, to lose control, to be taken again and again.

She barely had the presence of mind to remember that she didn’t know these guys. ‘Oh my god,’ she panicked. ‘They’d better use safes!’

Fearful, she started to ask Gerald about it but he cut her off. “Slaves have no right to ask questions,” he said sternly. “You belong to me. You’ll do what you’re told. Understood?”

“Yes,” she croaked.

By this point, Aiko was almost too far-gone in lust to care what anybody did. She decided to submit completely, come what may. Her heart fluttered along with the butterflies in her stomach. Her own husband was turning her into a sex toy to be used by a group of strangers!

“Number 1,” he called. “You take over. You and the others can use her any way you like. You’re not done until she’s too exhausted to get up. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

Aiko heard his footsteps. A door closed. She was alone. No not alone. She was at the mercy of at least four men.

‘A couple of ours?’ she thought but she was given no further chance to dwell on her situation.

Once more multiple hands fondled her body. Several mouths joined them.

“Let’s take her over to the mattress,” Number 1 suggested.

The hands lifted her easily. She felt the sag of the mattress as they laid her down. A mouth latched onto one nipple joined by a hand that then directed her tit into the mouth. The other hand caressed her belly. Another mouth latched onto the other nipple. One hand caressed her shoulder while the manisa escort other travelled down her belly. The two mouths suckled on her breasts. Her nipples seemed to become even hard; she loved the feel of the nursing mouths.

She felt two hands hold her head. A male mouth pressed lips and against hers. A tongue shot out into her mouth, French-kissing her.

Almost simultaneously, two hands parted her thighs. Someone placed a pillow underneath her ass to expose her bald pussy for all to see. She sensed that someone putting himself in place between her legs. She felt his hot breath approach her wet slit. A tongue licked and then sucked, latching onto her pussy almost as if to nurse from it. The tongue explored all her female parts. It even thrust itself into her love hole.

Aiko gave herself completely to her lust. Definitely, there were four men. Two men nursed at her tits. The other two French-kissed her, one on her mouth, the other on her pussy lips.

Aiko responded to their erotic attention. Aiko’s nipples were rock-hard; they were exploding with sensitivity. She returned the responded to the man French-kissing her mouth in equal measure. She shoved her pussy into the mouth of the fourth lover.

Her body trembled with a surfeit of sensation. Her love canal flowed and flooded. Her vaginal muscles began to spasm as if to clasp onto a cock and force it to spill its life-giving juices into her. She was approaching her climax.

She spread her legs wide apart. “Please take me,” she cried. “I don’t give a damn which one is first!”

She barely registered the fact that the man who had used his mouth on her pussy had now mounted her. Thrusting vigorously, he did not last long. It didn’t matter. Aiko just wanted to feel him cum inside her. She felt the spasms of his cock as he emptied himself into her. It was too much. Her body melded into his as she flew into her own orgasmic orbit.

“She’s cumming hard, really hard,” one of the men said. The voice belonged to Number 3.

“We’re not done with her,” Number 1 said. “She’s our fuck-toy for tonight. You heard what Gerald said. We can fuck her until she is too exhausted to get up.”

“She is so gorgeous,” said Number 3. “I’m so glad we got this chance to have our way with her.”

‘Finally?’ Aiko vaguely thought as the men stopped to change positions.

Number 1 addressed Aiko. “We had a lottery of sorts,” he informed her, “to decide who gets to do what to you first. I won. But it’s going to take more than one guy to turn you into a slut wife. I need to recuperate. I’ll be back,” he promised. “It’s Number 2’s turn now.”

Aiko felt a pair of hands turn her around. She was to get on her hands and knees. The hands caressed around her ass-cheeks, the back of her thighs, across and around her pussy. Number 1’s cum was dripping out of her.

Number 2 pressed against her ass. Aiko felt his stiff cock poking at her pussy. The man’s hand slipped between her legs to clasp his cock. He directed to into her slit. It slid in easily. Number 2’s grasped her waist to keep her in place. He started to pump into her.

Aiko moaned with excitement. Another man was taking full control of her body. She rejoiced at the pleasure she received from his hard-pumping cock. He pleased her and she wanted to please him in return.

“Fuck me harder,” she mewled after a few minutes. Then she clamped down on his cock with her pussy muscles. “Fill my womb with you seed,” she begged. Turn me into a wanton slut.”

The last sentence was too much for Number 2. As Aiko reached her second climax, her unknown lover orgasmed into her. She felt the flow of his viscous fluid inside her vagina, mixing with the juices of her first lover.

After a brief pause, Aiko collapsed on her belly. “Oh, oh god,” she grunted. “I feel so good.”

While Aiko was still in her sexual haze, she barely noticed that Number 3 had replaced Number 2. He turned her over onto her back again. He spread her legs and mounted her immediately.

“Please let me have a break,” she said.

“If you can talk, you’re not exhausted,” Number 3 said. “Gerald told us to Take our pleasure with you until you’re too exhausted to get up.”

Aiko found herself relishing the idea of having a third man taking her. Number 3 mounted her, slowly pushing and withdrawing his rock-hard cock. Then, much to her surprise he pulled out completely.

“Wha-what’s happening,” she gasped.

“Relax,” Number 3 said, “Lift your bum up so I can put this bolster underneath. He then added pillows to support her back. “Comfortable?” he asked.”

After she nodded her agreement, Number 3’s hands adjusted her position. He mounted her again. With each instroke he appeared to be trying to shove his cock as far back into her vagina as possible. After about a minute or two, he pulled out again.

“Relax,” Number 3 said again. I know you’ve done this at least once before.”

‘Done what?’ Aiko asked herself. Her question was quickly answered.

Number 3, his cock covered in sexual juices from Aiko’s womb, put the tip of his cock against her sphincter and pushed in slowly but steadily.

Aiko uttered an ‘ah’ but made no attempt to resist Number 3’s invasion of rear canal. She remembered Bill’s sodomy of her as a pleasant but odd experience. It had never been repeated.

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