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“Promises In the Dark”

I’d never have met Desirée if not for the rain. It was crazy rain, the kind of storm you get maybe once every couple of years, where it just pours buckets out of the sky and the wind whips so hard the rain practically comes at you sideways and the lightning makes the night seem like day for whole minutes at a time. Spring rain, warm rain, crazy rain. Desirée’s kind of weather.

She walked into the bar soaking wet. She got a cat-call or two, probably would have gotten a lot more if the rain hadn’t kept most people home. She was the kind of girl who loved to have an audience, though. I swear, she probably wished more people were there to look as she stood there dripping, her T-shirt practically transparent and her tan shorts soaked through to the skin. I could actually read the tattoo on her stomach straight through her shirt, the one that said ‘Bad Girls Have More Fun’. Her raven-black hair was plastered to her head, her whole body was slick and damp with rain, but she grinned like the devil himself was inside her when she walked in. Something about that grin made me shiver inside.

The second I saw her, I knew I was in trouble. She had a body that was…lush. Voluptuous. She carried a little extra weight on her, but she was tall enough to pull it off, and she carried it in all the right places, making her hips swell into a wide delta that just made you want to run your hands along them and her breasts strain against the straps of her bra. She looked like an Amazon, a giantess, like she just swallowed skinny little dyke girls like me up in the valley between her thighs and wrung them out, then kept looking for more. She looked at me with those hooded, heavy-lidded eyes of hers like she was a cat and I was a mouse. It scared the hell out of me, but at the same time, I just had to have her.

What can I say? I have a thing for bad girls. If Desirée did break my heart, she wouldn’t be the first.

I walked over to her and asked, “What can I do for you, ma’am?”

She smiled hungrily at me and looked straight at my tits. God, it felt like she was touching them with her stare. “Call me Desirée,” she said. “‘Ma’am’ is for old ladies. As for what I want…” She smiled at me just long enough to make me imagine what she was going to say. “Just a place to sit and an Iron City, hon,” she said. “I racked up my car about a quarter-mile back, skidded clean into the ditch and busted an axle. Tow truck’s on its way, and I need to call for a ride home.”

“Sure thing,” I said. I led her back into a booth. No need to worry about who’d serve her–what with this storm, I was the only girl on tonight. Zack, the bartender, saw me heading across the dance floor with her and just laughed to himself. He knew me too well not to know what I was thinking. He also knew me too well to warn me about girls like Desirée. “My name’s Priscilla. If you want anything more, just holler for me.”

Desirée grinned and settled into her booth. “Oh, I surely will, hon.”

She knew what I wanted, and I knew what she wanted. When I came back with her beer, she made sure to touch my fingers as I handed it to her, and I made sure to let her. It wasn’t twenty minutes before she said to me, when I came back to collect the dead soldier, “Dang the luck. Can’t seem to get a hold of my roommate. Can I have another Iron City while I wait?”

“Sure,” I said. “And I tell you what. If you still haven’t heard back from your friend by closing time, I’ll give you a lift home. I can’t leave a pretty girl like you to walk home on a night like this.” I hadn’t meant to flirt quite that openly–sure, I could tell she was gay or at least bi, but I was on the clock, and making passes at the female customers could get me in a little hot water if she decided to say anything about it. But that lazy, sexy stare she kept giving me as I crossed the floor was getting to me.

“Well, that’s sweet of you, Priscilla,” she said. “I hope it won’t come to that, but I’ll take you up on that offer.” I hoped like hell her roommate wasn’t home.

Closing time came a little earlier than we thought it would, that night. Somewhere around Desirée’s fourth Iron City, the lights flickered, went out, came back, and finally died for good. Zack kept us going for a while, serving up drinks by flashlight and taking cash, but we got a call from Sam, the owner, about twenty minutes after the electricity died. “Power’s out all over Austin,” he said. “There can’t be more than three people in the bar, and nobody’s going out on a night like tonight. You kids drive slow, get home safe, and I’ll go ahead and pay y’all like you were there ’til close.”

I told Zack. He said, “I’ll stay and clean up. You go ahead and get that little lady home safe.” His face was the picture of innocence, but I knew what he was thinking. “Just make sure to bring in some pictures tomorrow.” He ducked as I threw a towel at him, but he didn’t have to tell me twice.

I went over to Desirée and said, “Looks like you got a little luck after all. I can take canlı bahis you home right now.”

Desirée stood up. “Isn’t that always the way of it?” she said, nothing but a voice in the dark but I could hear that wicked little smile of hers. “You go through a big run of bad luck and then all of a sudden, bam! You get lucky.”

We laughed like banshees all the way out to my car, and the rain soaked my outfit clean through just from running across the parking lot. I hopped in, let Desirée into the passenger’s side, and we got going.

I turned my windshield wipers on all the way, but even going as fast as they could, the rain battered down onto the glass in sheets and the headlights looked like they were just lighting up a wall of water. I couldn’t drive more than ten miles an hour at best. Desirée told me where she lived, a little apartment complex up on San Jacinto, and then she didn’t say anything for a little bit. She and I just listened to the rain beat down on the car roof like a drumbeat and felt the water drip down our bodies. The streetlights were out because of the power outage, and it felt like we were all alone together in the dark.

Then Desirée put her hand on my knee.

“Jesus,” I said, “I’m driving here! You want us to crash?”

“So go ahead and drive a little slower,” she said, her voice coming out almost like a growl. “Nobody’s driving fast in this weather, you won’t be rear-ended. And I don’t want to wait to touch you one second longer.” She slid her hand up a little, the rain making my skin slick to the touch so that her fingers were just gliding up my leg.

I slowed down to five, the car just edging along through the rain. “I…” Her skin felt warm against mine, heating it up where the drying rain had cooled it down. “I’m just not sure this is a good idea, that’s all.”

“But you like it that I don’t care, don’t you?” Desirée said back. She just kept moving that hand up, real slow. Already, I wanted to take it and jam it down the front of my dress, but I didn’t dare take a hand off the wheel. “I could tell the second I laid eyes on you. You like the girls that scare you a little.” Her hand was right up near the hem of my dress now. One finger teased just a little, inching just underneath the fabric. “Bad girls.”

“I…” She was just a voice in the dark again, but I could picture just how she looked, sitting there in the passenger seat. I could see her eyes, dark and glittering and filled with lust, drinking in the expression on my face in the dashboard light. She didn’t want me to say ‘yes’ just yet.

“But you’re scared, aren’t you? That’s what makes it even hotter, knowing that I might be dangerous and not caring.” My nipples were like little pebbles, pressing against the wet fabric of my T-shirt. I knew she must be able to see them, even in the darkness. “Or caring, and not being able to stop.” Desirée’s fingers weren’t moving any further up, they were just making tiny circles on my thigh. “You’re scared, but you’re not scared enough to stop me.”

“I…I just don’t want us to get hurt, that’s all.” I wasn’t sure whether I was talking about the driving or the sex.

Her hand slid under my dress in one smooth move, resting right up on my hip where it pressed against the seat. “Then I’ll make you a promise.”

I didn’t know how much Desirée’s promises were worth, but I didn’t want to say that to her.

I didn’t have to. I heard the smile in her voice even in the dark of the night. “Oh, I’m not saying you can trust me. We both know better. But I do keep my promises, Priscilla.” I wished to hell I could look her in the eye right now, but I felt like I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the road. I was just staring straight ahead, watching the windshield wipers sway back and forth and feeling my pussy get wet. “And I promise you this.”

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I promise I will never hurt you.”

Her breath was warm and soft against my skin, and I could smell her. Not her perfume or anything; just the smell of wet flesh, close to my own. Desirée’s scent. That was the first time I ever got close enough to smell her. I knew I’d have to get more before the night was out.

She didn’t say much after that for the rest of the car ride. She didn’t have to. She just kept touching me, letting her hands brush against my thigh or my shoulder or my hip or my nipple. I didn’t say anything either, really. Not when I was trying so hard to concentrate on driving through the rain with those hands on me, trying to keep from totaling the car while my cunt just got so damn wet my panties were as see-through as my shirt. When we finally pulled into that parking lot, it felt like all I wanted to do was jill off right there in the car. But I didn’t. Because I knew that it would feel so much better if I let Desirée do it.

We ran through the driving rain through the parking lot, hand in hand, and for all the good our clothes did us we might as well have been naked. Every time the lightning flashed, it lit Desirée up like bahis siteleri a goddess, slick and shining in that crazy blue light and her clothes clinging to her like a second skin. We dragged each other into the building and she pulled me into the stairwell. “Elevator’s out,” she said. The emergency lights were on, and they gave just enough light for me to see the expression on her face, but not enough to see her eyes. They were like pools of night.

“I’m up on the second floor,” she said. She leaned in, gently pushing me back up against the wall. She had a few inches of height on me, just enough that she was looking down into my eyes when she kissed me. I could feel her weight pressing into me, and it flashed through my mind in that instant that if I’d have wanted to push her off, I couldn’t have. I didn’t want to, but knowing that I couldn’t made the kiss even better. Finally, she pulled away. “You know,” she continued as if nothing had happened. “If you want to come up.”

When we got upstairs, her apartment was almost as dark as the car had been. One candle was lit in the kitchen, and a girl was washing dishes by candlelight. She was a skinny girl just like me, but she had long red hair instead of short blonde like mine. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, either. She turned around when we came in, not even caring that she was giving us a full view of her snatch. A few soapsuds were the only things that stood between her and our eyes, and they didn’t cover any of the important bits. “Hi!” she said. “Heck of a night out there!”

Desirée’s eyes gleamed in the candlelight. “Priscilla, this is Constance, my roommate. Constance, this is Priscilla.”

I didn’t even know what to say. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty–maybe not exactly my type, but I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers, either. It was just so unexpected. I liked looking at naked girls as much as the next dyke, but I didn’t expect to see them just wandering around the apartment. And if she felt free enough to just wander around Desirée naked, then did that mean that the two of them had a thing? How was I supposed to feel about that if they did? I knew I didn’t feel jealous. Desirée had her hand on my ass, and the way she touched me made it pretty clear I was going to be the one in her bed tonight. But I didn’t know if Constance was the jealous type, and I didn’t want to be in the middle of a catfight. I could feel myself tense up a little.

Desirée must have felt it too, because her hand rubbed my ass in a way that made me remember just how much I needed her tonight. “It’s alright, Pris,” she said. “Constance doesn’t mind.” She didn’t say exactly what Constance didn’t mind, whether it was me staring at her shaved beaver or Desirée walking in with another girl or having to wash dishes in the middle of a thunderstorm. Her next words made it pretty clear she meant all those things. “I’ve got her well-trained.”

Something about those words gave me a chill, but at the same time they made hot tingles run through my body. “She can’t have been that well-trained,” I said, wanting to show that I wasn’t quite ‘well-trained’ yet. “She didn’t answer the phone earlier, did she?”

“Oh!” Constance said, looking at the phone with an expression of dismay on her face. “You called? I’m sorry, I must not have heard the phone ring.”

Desirée smiled. “It’s okay, Constance, I didn’t call you. You’re still a good girl.”

She smiled like Desirée had just given her a long sloppy lick right on her clit. I looked over at Desirée. “I thought you said you couldn’t get a hold of her.”

Desirée winked at me. “I also said you couldn’t trust me, honey.” She let her hand slide up to the small of my back. The heat of her went through my wet shirt like I was naked. “Besides, I only told you I couldn’t get a hold of her. I didn’t say anything about how hard I tried.”

I had to laugh a little at that. I couldn’t even say it surprised me, really. We’d both known why I was offering her a lift home, we’d both known why she was accepting it. And when she said, “Here, let me take you into the bathroom so you can get out of those wet things,” we both knew what she really meant.

She didn’t give me a chance to take off my own clothes. She just started peeling my T-shirt off of me, and I shivered at the sensation of the damp fabric clinging just a little to my flesh as she undressed me. “What about Constance?” I asked.

“I didn’t promise you that you’d be the only girl in my life, Pris,” she said. She gave a quick tug, and my skirt fell to the floor. “I won’t make a promise I can’t keep.”

“I don’t…I don’t mean that.” Maybe I did a little for a second, but her thumbs hooked under my panties, and I could feel her nearness as she knelt down and began to slowly pull them to my ankles. It made me feel like it didn’t matter if I was the only girl in Desirée’s life, just so long as I could be one of them. “I just meant…” I didn’t know what I meant.

“I told you already,” Desirée said, her breath hot against bahis şirketleri my cunt. It was all I could do not to buck my hips forward. “Constance doesn’t mind. She’ll give us all the privacy you want her to give us…however much that might be.” My panties hit the floor. I think my jaw hit right along with it, but Desirée couldn’t see that in the darkness. I knew what she was offering, and even if I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it, part of me wanted it. “She’s my good girl.”

I heard her take her own clothes off, much quicker and more urgently than she did mine. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll take you into the bedroom and show you what I mean.”

She took my hand and led me through the darkened hall. Frankly, I didn’t see how she could show me anything in this pitch dark, but I was too horny now to ask questions. She could have said anything after ‘I’ll take you into the bedroom’ and I would have agreed with it.

As it happened, though, she did show me. The storm was subsiding now, but there was still enough lightning flashing to light up the walls of her room, just a few seconds at a time. A flash here, and I noticed a whip hanging from a hook. A flash there, and I noticed a paddle hanging next to it. A flash lit up fur-lined handcuffs, gleaming in the night, and another lit up a ball gag like I’d only ever seen in ‘Pulp Fiction’. I couldn’t look fast enough, the shadows swallowed them up faster than I could take them in. I saw ropes and collars and double-ended dildos and clips and clamps and harnesses and plugs and crops and…

Desirée closed the door behind us. I shook my head, then realized that the lightning was becoming too infrequent now for her to see it. All the light was fading now, leaving us alone in the dark. “I…Desirée, I can’t. I…I like girls, I like you, but…please. Don’t ask me to do all this…”

“All this kinky shit?” she asked, her voice alive with silent laughter. She pulled me close to her. I could feel her body touching mine everywhere, now, warm damp flesh pressing against me. I shivered, but I didn’t know if it was from arousal or fear. I’d wanted a bad girl, but… “You don’t have to worry, Pris. Remember that promise?”

I remembered the promise, remembered the smell of her when she’d said it. She was even closer now, her scent even stronger. I felt like I was lost again, like if the lights were on she’d be able to see that same thousand-yard stare I had back in the car. “You’ll never hurt me,” I whispered in a little girl’s voice.

“That’s right, Pris,” she said, stroking my hair. “I’ll make you another one, too.” She put her mouth to my ear again, speaking softly and gently. Intimately. “I promise you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to in this room.”

She leaned back a little, but she was still close enough that I could smell her. “All you need to do is say to me, ‘I really don’t want to do this,’ and I’ll stop.”

I relaxed a little into her arms. Her breasts were soft against my body, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in her for a while. Nothing weird, nothing kinky, just giving into that need for her touch and letting it carry me away.

She gently pressed me backwards onto the bed, and I lay back with a soft and gentle moan as her fingers stroked my nipples. “Of course,” she said, “that still doesn’t mean you can trust me, Pris.” The deep, throaty purr in her voice made me squirm underneath her. “I’m still your bad girl, just like you’re my good girl.” I remembered Constance briefly, still in the kitchen doing Desirée’s dishes, but then she put her hand right on the crease where my hip met my thigh, and that drove everything else out of my mind.

She leaned down and pressed her mouth to my nipple, sucking hard on it for a moment then letting it go. “I won’t do anything in here you don’t want me to do,” she said, moving to the other nipple and giving it that same brief, intense kiss, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t make you want things.”

I gasped. “W-what things?” I asked. I could hear the tremble in my voice, the absolute need.

“Everything.” She took my hands in her own, raised them over my head. “Anything.” She pressed them against each other, then pressed her left hand over them both. “Imagine it, Priscilla, and I’ll make you want it.” She slid her right hand back down to my body, stroking up and down my stomach. “Just imagining it makes you want it more, doesn’t it?” Her grip on my hands wasn’t strong, but I couldn’t imagine pulling free of it. She was holding me just with the idea of holding me.

“And everything you imagine, everything you want just leads to something even better,” she said. Her fingers circled around my nipples, stimulating the aureolae, moving back and forth from breast to breast. “You love the way it feels to be helpless, to be held and captured by my hands and touched and teased and tempted and not to be able to do a thing about it, don’t you?”

“I…” My whole body felt like one big clit, every nerve so alive that I almost screamed when she touched me. Just a few seconds ago, I was worried about all those ropes and chains, but it was like her voice and her touches were just hypnotizing me, there in the dark. All I could do now was feel. All I wanted to do now was feel.

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My affair with Greta, the European Creative Director of the ad agency for which I worked as a freelance copywriter was over. We had never looked on it as being permanent, but it had been intense and passionate and had lasted six months. For a confirmed lesbian like Greta that was a long time and for a ‘not quite sure’ lipstick like me it had been a wonderful interlude.

This was the second ‘big’ relationship in my life to end suddenly. My marriage had gone tits up when my bisexual feelings became stronger than those for my husband. And now this with Greta.

I was not disconsolate. I had no illusions about what Greta and I had. It was not love, we both knew that, but it was enormous lust. It was a lust that we played out almost daily for those six months. We became sexual adventurers, sexual explorers and sexual devotees. But of only one form of sex, lesbian sex. I was convinced that I had now turned a corner with my sexuality and that there would be no going back. No more quick fucks with guys, no more blow jobs or one night stands no, from now on I was a woman’s woman and I would only go with women.

Greta and I complimented each other as perfectly as two women can. We are both in our early forties, quite attractive with good bodies and nice figures. She has blonde, short hair, I have long black hair. Her body is angular, a little like a young man’s, mine is curvy and voluptuous. She has hardly any tits to speak of and I have enough with my double Ds for both of us. She is naturally a leader and dominant, I am by inclination a follower and am innately submissive. She delighted in fucking me with a strapon and I was only too willing for that to happen, most nights and often more than once.

It was not a traumatic break up. She wanted to go home to the States and I would not go with her. That was it, over and done with and no hard feelings.

*

Life moved on. I remained convinced that I was now a lesbian, but could not come out as Greta had. I stayed securely in the closet, but indulged myself at gay and lesbian bars and clubs. That gave me the sex I needed so badly, but it also brought me many disappointments; gay and lesbian people tend to be more promiscuous and transient than our straight colleagues.

After Greta, I became bored with London and although I had met a delightful young woman, Sammi, I became restless. I almost called Greta to say I had changed my mind, but knowing that she was ensconced in San Francisco and was deeply into the lesbian scene there I didn’t. But I wanted a change of scenery and life-style.

I decided to go back to lecturing, something I had done for a while a few years ago. As I was looking for a vacancy I suddenly thought why not move away from London, I never had before, but why not? I was a city girl really, but the countryside had an appeal; that was certainly a change

I scrutinised the Times Educational Supplement and The Guardian looking for positions as a lecturer in English or Creative Writing at a university or sixth form college. I really didn’t fancy Lancashire, Northumberland and most of the far North counties other than Yorkshire and I certainly wouldn’t even consider Scotland or Wales. Devon and Dorset had an appeal and as I have always enjoyed Norfolk that got on the short list as well. I was surprised at the number and variety of jobs on offer. I registered with a few online jobsites and started sending my CV off. I was pleased to be invited to numerous interviews.

*

“Why go away?” Sammi said as we lay together on my sexually underused, fashionably low double bed in the Islington townhouse.

“I just feel it’s time for a major change,” I replied kissing her blonde head.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” She asked cupping my full and slightly sagging breast and licking the nipple that was still rock hard from us just having made love.

“I’ll just come back. I won’t sell the apartment so you can use it when you’re in London and of course I can pop back and meet you here any time and you can come and stay with me when you like.”

We didn’t talk much more for half an hour or so for we had other uses for our mouths; she tasted wonderful!

*

I was surprised at how many interviews I obtained, but thoroughly enjoyed touring round England visiting towns I had never been to before. Although most of the schools and colleges offered accommodation and travel expenses I didn’t take the accommodation reimbursements for I preferred to be independent. I could, therefore, stay overnight in hotels even though it may not have been necessary, and I could choose where I stayed, rather than the cheap fleapits their allowances would provide. I did though accept their travelling allowance, which at forty pence per mile more than covered the costs of driving my M3 to their location.

I always get a thrill out of staying in hotels by myself, not that I do it that often. But when I was married and was working I had to stay away at times and usually gained a nice tingle when checking in, having dinner or a drink in the illegal bahis bar. Nothing much ever happened, but it was the possibility that something might that gave me the buzz. At that time though, I was happy with in my marriage and although I got the occasional come on I turned them down.

During my ‘interview tour’ I wasn’t naughty, well not with strangers, or men come to that. I had several chances, but didn’t progress them. After all I was now a confirmed lesbian and although probably not a penis hater, the idea of going with men slightly revolted me

I was now in a complete Catch 22 situation. I’d had a wild period after the divorce came through bedding six guys and ladies in about as many months, well to be accurate I bedded only four and carseated two! I hated myself for what I was doing so I stopped dating. But I needed sex, yet didn’t want to get involved, didn’t want to become emotionally dependent upon a man, couldn’t bring myself to make the mental connection needed to turn one night stands, which I hated, into memorable sexual experiences, so I rejected men and I had taken girl-friends including Greta. Sammi is my current naughtiness. She’s twenty three and is a blonde, blue eyed beauty studying stage and film production at an acting school in Bloomsbury, London. She is also totally bi-sexual.

Sammi came with me on a little tour I made in Yorkshire and Derbyshire when I had a number of interviews over a three day period. That meant staying two nights in hotels, which was lovely.

“Would you move all the way up here?” The Essex girl asked as we had dinner together in the hotel dining room in Harrogate.

“I might, why not?” I smiled back at my beautiful, young, sexy and very available dining partner and lover.

“Well it’s up North ‘aint it.”

“So?”

“Well they speak funny don’t they and things are different up here.”

“Yes Sammi that’s why I might move here, things are different, I’m different, I want to do different things,” I told her as we went up in the rickety lift to our room on the fifth floor.

“What do you mean different things?” She asked as she stepped out of her jeans and I pulled her tee shirt over her head baring her small breasts that rarely had the dubious benefit of a bra, but then with the pertness and firmness of her youth, her B cups didn’t need any support. Now in just a tiny pale blue thong she looked so young, slightly vulnerable, but massively sexy; I could hardly wait to fuck her, so I didn’t, I just did it.

*

In the end I took a post as a Lecturer in Creative Writing at a redbrick university just outside Whitby in North Yorkshire. It was the beauty of the national park and the sparkling eyes, nice grin and neat body of the head of the Arts Department that swung it for me. The male lecturers were not bad either

During the three months waiting to take up the post at the start of the autumn term in early October, I visited the area a few times. I rented a three-bedroomed cottage some six miles away from the college in a delightful village nestling in the rugged, but lovely moors that in Yorkshire are called ridings. I bought new furniture, fixtures and fittings and all the other stuff needed to get a new house, well actually a two hundred year old one, going. I found an older lady and her husband who would look after the house and gardens until I got there and then would clean the place and tend to the quite large gardens after I moved in. I found a gym, joined that and checked out the local pubs and restaurants. As my start day approached I found myself becoming excited, but strangely apprehensive as well.

I wanted the change for sure, but was I going too far? I had never lived ‘oop north,’ I knew no one up there; I had a new job and a new home. What the fuck had I done, I thought many times?

Standing in front of the mixed gender class of eighteen to twenty two year olds as I prepared to deliver my first lesson I was hellishly nervous. I was wearing an on the knee length skirt and thin wool sweater, which on reflection I had thought in the ladies just prior to entering the class, was probably a little too tight for it seemed to mould itself to my boobs emphasising their size and fullness.

“Good morning everybody,” I said in the most friendly yet firm voice I could muster. “I’m Tina Neesen and I am here to teach you about creative writing.”

*

“No stand up straighter,” Sammi had coached me the last time we’d been together in my London house. She had persuaded me that a part of teaching was acting, something they hadn’t told me at the teacher training college. “Body language, voice tones, personal projection, use of hands and movement are all part of communications” she’d explained as I stood naked in the main bedroom of my cottage. “People take in more of how something is said than what is said,” she told me.

We had just had sex. Good sex, but then the sex between us was always good and today’s was no exception.

Sammi has a fabulous tongue and boy does she know how to use it. After we’d both illegal bahis siteleri made the other climax by using our fingers on the other’s clit and pussy, we’d showered together and had a couple of glasses of wine.

“Lay on the sofa,” she’d said in a rather stern way. Although we are quite mutual in our lovemaking, Sammi does have a slightly dominating nature at times, which suits me fine.

I undid the towel that I’d wrapped round me, let it fall to the floor and stared at my young, blonde lover. God she did look good. She really is a Lolita for her face has such a youthful innocence that is quite belied by her womanly body and sexual behaviour. She was also wrapped in a towel, a dark blue one, which emphasised her golden hair and stunning blue eyes and showed off her tanned skin and the freckles on her chest and shoulders.

“No on your front,” she growled as I went to lie on my back.

I turned over as I asked. “Does that come off,” nodding at her towel?

“When I’m ready,” she replied running her fingertips down my back and smacking me lightly on my bum.

“Mmmmm, nice.”

She caressed the slightly oversized cheeks of my full bum and then ran her fingers between them. “No, change of plan.”

“What?”

“Get up.”

I stood up.

“Bend over the arm of the sofa.”

“Why?”

“Because stupid I am going to lick your arse until I make you cum.

And for the next ten minutes or so she did just that.

*

Teaching, or lecturing as they prefer to call at colleges, really is like riding a bike, or having sex in a way; no matter how long since you last did it, everything comes back when you do it again. As nervous as I was that very first lesson, by the second or third day I felt fine. Overall, the groups I gave lectures to were pretty good.

Attending the creative writing sessions was optional. It was offered as training in support of the drama courses, as an aid to the programmes that had a large writing element and as part of the business studies process to teach how to produce formal and informal reports and compose copy for ads and promotional material. I was required to give two and a half hour long lectures each day and handle a few two or three person tutorials. I thought having such small numbers in the tutorials was rather inefficient and felt that groups of four would be better. I made a mental note to mention it to Briony Higgins the Head of the Arts Department and the woman with the pert bum and nice smile during my bi-weekly one-to-one that she had with all of her staff. When she had told me about the way she worked including the one-to-one meetings, the devastating smile she flashed as she said it made me almost ask if they were over dinner in my cottage or, maybe over a pillow in my bed.

I didn’t of course, but I was tempted.

The lack of sex of any sort, I hadn’t seen Sammi for three weeks and hadn’t been with a man for months, was getting to me. I felt almost permanently frustrated, I masturbated nearly every night, read, generally disappointing, but occasionally exciting, stories on Literotica. I had even taken to looking at some female porn sites such as ifeelmyself.com and masturbating along with watching women do that; something I fully recommend.

I settled into both the new job and location during October and November. I made friends with three female teachers, got to know some people in the village, joined a local golf club, started bridge lessons and threw myself into the university social life.

“Have you dated any of the staff” one of the students in my creative writing group asked me as we danced at a student union ballroom dancing evening that the lecturers were encouraged to attend. I went to most of the events mainly in the hope that my boss Brioni would be there and she might take me in her arms and press herself against me. No such luck, though, for the only one she attended she brought her husband with her. It seemed to me that he scowled at me all evening; someone must have told her that there was a new female lecturer who was divorced and had long, black hair, big tits and wore glasses.

“No Neil I haven’t” I replied.

“What about any of the students?”

“Of course not,” I snapped back rather sharply.

“Why of course not, it’s not unknown.”

“It’s frowned upon and in any case you’re all young enough to be my children.”

Pulling me slightly closer as we coped with the intricacies of the foxtrot he said into my ear. “Well that’s the attraction to some of us.”

“Really?” Was all I could muster as a reply as I felt his bulge pressing into my tummy.

“Oh yes loads of us have this thing about older women” he whispered, letting his hand slip down my back a little until it was almost touching my bum, making me feel thankful that the lights had been dimmed. “It’s a bit like a contagion, with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Neesen disease is spreading like wildfire.”

“Now, now Neil.”

“Now now what, Tina?”

“You know what I’m saying.”

“And canlı bahis siteleri you should know what I am saying.”

“No I don’t” I rather unwisely replied as he pulled me even closer and squeezed my breasts against his chest as his fingers slid into my bra strap through the dress.

“It’s simple.”,

“Is it?”

“Yes, I fancy you.”

“Neil we’d better stop this.”

“Why?”

“Because we should, it’s wrong.”

Fortunately the dance ended and I was able to escape.

Later that evening in the bedroom of my cottage I could hardly believe what came into my mind as my fingers unfolded the pink ‘petals’ guarding my clit. It was Neil’s face, then his bare chest, then his naked body, then his erect dick and then, as I rubbed my clit faster than I usually do, he fucked me.

I could not understand why or what was happening. I was so off men. I had committed myself to a lesbian life-style with Greta and was going that way with Sammi, but for some reason a twenty-year-old kid had got to me so much that I was lying on my bed naked, my legs spread as I finger fucked myself to an orgasm imagining it was him.

*

I was lecturing the next day to the group that Neil attended. As I stood in front of the fourteen guys and six girls I could feel his eyes on me all the time. I glanced at him several times; he smiled at me and was very attentive, but didn’t seem to make any notes at all.

As I rambled on about the use of short sentences in a far less structured way than I usually do, my mind went back to the previous night. I had started to undress when I felt myself becoming aroused. As I usually do, I stroked my fingertips across my nipples and then pinched them to their full hardness. I slipped my thong off and laid on the bed, one hand squeezing and caressing my tits the other finding my clit. I couldn’t help looking straight at Neil, when I recalled the vision of him coming into my mind and us having sex as I masturbated. His gaze and smile seemed to be saying that he knew all about that, which of course, was ridiculous. His gaze also seemed to undress me so I stood there completely naked delivering my lecture. He could see my full, slightly drooping tits with the coral pink nipples, the slight bulge of my stomach, my patch of neatly trimmed, but only once shaved, tawny pubic hair, with my lips poking through and my thighs, which although slightly chunky, thankfully had no cellulite.

“Thought any more about it Tina?” He asked when he stayed behind after the rest had gone.

“About what?” I replied feeling flustered as I gathered my papers and books together.

“Us.”

“What do you mean us Neil?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t.”

“I want to date you.”

“Date me?”

“Yes go out together.”

“Neil I am forty, twenty years older than you.”

“Wonderful, that excites me.”

“It might excite you, but it would look ridiculous.”

“To who?”

“Anyone who sees us together.”

“Ok then we can stay in instead.”

I laughed at his cheek and walked out

*

“Well go with him” Sammi said when she came to the cottage the next weekend.

We were in bed. We’d been out to dinner. I’d explained to the pub owner that my niece was visiting for the weekend and as I had said that I wondered if later I might be explaining that my nephew was visiting me!

As usual, immediately we had got home we’d had sex. Then we’d gone to bed and I had told her about Neil.

“Sammi you don’t mean that do you.”

“Yes of course, you want a man don’t you, for sex I mean? Well now and then, I know I do.”

“Er I’m not sure, I have you,” I replied cupping her nice little boob.

“Yes, but you want a cock as well don’t you? One of these” she went on turning the vibrator on that she had taken from the bedside drawer where she knew I kept it.

“Oh god Sammi” I groaned reaching out and grabbing the soft flesh of her pert bum as she ran the vibrator across my nipples, down my bod and onto my mons; it felt brilliant.

“Is it good Teen?” She asked pressing the tip of it against my lips.

“Good isn’t the word,” I groaned opening my legs and raising my knees. She pushed the buzzing vibrator into me. It went up and up and up until only the screw top end was visible between my lips. We kissed and I got my hand between her legs, slipping a couple of fingers into her warm wetness.

“I’m going to fuck you now Tina.”

“Yes Sammi yes.”

She started pushing the eight or so inches of black, hard plastic deep into me and then pulling it almost out.

“Just think this could be Neil. He would be as hard as this I reckon and maybe as big” she said into my ear, just before she pushed the tip of her tongue into it.

“I couldn’t go with him, he’s too young and in any case he’s one of my students,” I groaned as the sensations created by the vibrator rushed through me.

“He’s nearly as old as me Aunty,” Sammi replied using the nickname she sometimes called me. “And you’ll be amazed at how young guys can fuck,” she said using the toy just like a man uses his cock”

“How do you mean?” I grunted.

As I started she croaked. “Rock hard again in under an hour and four or five times a night.”

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Daddy Takes Over Ch. 02

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Since my first encounter with my little Suzy, I started the slow process of turning her into a perfect slut for her Daddy. Today was the first day of her training and we were going to work on her wardrobe, so it was off to the mall.

“Daddy, do we have to go shopping?” Suzy whined in the car on the way. “I hate shopping.”

“Now sweetie, Daddy’s going to buy you some very pretty things and I promise you’ll have at least a bit of fun.” I reached my hand over and rubbed her thigh through her jeans. Pretty soon we were at the mall and I decided it would be best to start with the basics: lingerie.

Suzy was clearly embarrassed to be in a lingerie shop at all, let alone with her father, so I had to take charge. I grabbed quite a few things off the racks and ushered her into the spacious change room. I watched my little girl strip to just her panties and I couldn’t help myself from leaning over to give her a passionate kiss on the lips as my hand trailed down to tease her clit through the fabric. “Daddy.” She whispered.

“You’re right honey, save it for later.” I smiled, “Now, let’s see some of these things on you.” She modeled item after item for me: camisoles, babydolls, bras, bustiers, nighties, slips, and pajama sets. We decided on a few bra and panty sets, a pair of pink pajamas with a strappy tank top and cute little booty shorts that framed her ass perfectly, a black lacy see-through babydoll, and of course, a black garter belt with some stockings. After I paid for the items and we were on our way to the next store I noticed a little smile on my girls face. “Having fun yet sweetie?” I inquired.

“A little bit, Daddy.” She blushed ever so slightly. I knew she would come around and I hoped our next stop at a trendy clothing store would be just as enjoyable.

“Now honey, Daddy is going to pick up a couple things on his own, but I want you to start trying things on in here. Tell the sales lady you want to look sexy if you need some help. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes and I expect you to have a few outfits to show me. Can you do that for Daddy sweetie?”

“I think so Daddy.” Suzy said, a tinge of nervousness in her voice. “You can do it baby, I’ll be back in a bit.” And with that I went off to the other side of the mall to the big department store to get some new boxers for myself and a few pairs of knee high socks for my Suzy. I made my purchase and on my way back to the clothing store I couldn’t help but wonder what hot outfits my baby girl was going to have to show me.

I wandered to the back of the store where the change rooms were. “Suzy?” I questioned, not knowing which door she was behind.

“In canlı bahis here Daddy!” She chimed and opened her door up just a sliver. I looked around and the store was dead, the rest of the changing rooms empty, and the staff were up at the counter preferring to chat amongst themselves rather than daring to help a customer. Perfect. I slipped into her room, locking the door behind me, but I was not prepared for what I saw. My little Suzy, bathed in the harsh light of the tiny cubicle wearing a tight white polo shirt and the shortest plaid skirt I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, baby.” I groaned.

“Don’t you like it Daddy?” Suzy said, suddenly self conscious.

“Just the opposite baby girl. I love it.” And with that I pulled her in close to me, kissing her hard on the lips, grinding my stiff cock into her. I reached underneath that tiny skirt to massage her firm, round ass before pulling down her panties and stuffing them in my pocket. I remembered the knee socks I had bought and had her put on a white pair. “Mmm, honey, you have no idea how hot you look, now bend over for Daddy.” She did as she was told and put her hands up against one of the mirrored walls. I quickly undid my pants and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit. “Baby, you’re already so wet for Daddy.” I whispered in her ear. “Does wearing this cute little outfit for him get you hot?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispered back.

“I don’t think you should ever wear pants around Daddy again, okay sweetie? Daddy wants to be able to touch you whenever he wants.”

“Okay Daddy.”

“Good girl, sweetie. Now you get Daddy’s nice big reward for being such a good girl.” I put my hand over her mouth and rammed my cock to the hilt in her wet little pussy. I fucked her hard and fast and kept my hand tight to her mouth to muffle her moans. “You like Daddy’s reward, don’t you honey?” I asked and she nodded vigorously in response. “Mmm that’s my girl.” Her breathing quickened and she was bucking back onto my dick, with a few more hard strokes she was cumming. The walls of her pussy clamped hard onto my cock and I let her orgasm pump the cum out of me. I took my hand off her mouth and she let out a deep sigh.

“I liked that Daddy.” She said.

“I did too honey, very much.” I responded as I stuffed my cock back into my pants. “Now show Daddy what other outfits you’ve got.” And she did, showing off an array of extremely short skirts and tight tops that hugged all her curves perfectly. We ventured out of the change room and it was obvious the sales girls were none the wiser of our little romp. I had my baby keep one of the skirts on (without her panties, which were still in my pocket) bahis siteleri as we ventured to our last stop of the day — shoes.

“You’re gonna like this one baby girl, because Daddy’s gonna do all the work and I just want you to sit right here.”

“Okay Daddy.” She smiled and sat herself down in the chair. I’d taken her to the large discount shoe store and sat her in the farthest back corner of the shop. I ventured out and grabbed many styles in her size before heading back to her with a stack of boxes. I got on my knees down in front of her and took off her old sneakers before putting my hands on her knees and spreading her legs ever so slightly.

“Ooh Daddy has such a lovely view from down here sweetie.” I said, looking up her skirt to her pink and freshly fucked pussy. She giggled and I put the first pair of shoes on her feet. A cute pair of patent leather Mary Janes, perfect to complete her hot little schoolgirl look. After those followed many pairs of high heels, stilettos, platforms, and the like. Needless to say we left with a few pairs and headed back to the car.

The parking lot was pretty empty by the time we got back to the car and I watched intently as Suzy slid into the passenger seat, her tiny skirt riding up even higher. She was still uncomfortable in it, trying to pull the hem down to cover herself. My cock was hardening in my pants watching her. “Leave it be sweetie, Daddy likes it like that.”

“But, Daddy…”

“Shh honey.” I reached over and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into me for a kiss. I took her hand and placed it on my crotch, making her feel my growing member. “Feel how hard you’re making Daddy.” And she did, rubbing me through my pants as she climbed up into the passenger seat to sit on her knees. “I think you better pull it out and suck on it baby, make Daddy feel real nice.”

“Okay Daddy.” She smiled as she unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing cock out. She started to lick at the head, nice long, slow licks.

“Now remember what Daddy likes honey.” I said as I pushed her head down gently. “Daddy wants you to have as much in your mouth as you can handle.” She took the message and her head slipped down far onto my cock. “Mmm yes baby, just like that.” She was getting to work with her hot little mouth and I started the car.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” She asked, a little frightened.

“We’ve got to get going sweetie or we’ll be late for dinner. You just keep sucking Daddy’s cock, okay?”

“O-okay Daddy.” She said as she wrapped her lips back around my cock. I put the car in gear and started on the very enjoyable ride home. My baby was turning bahis şirketleri into quite the little cock sucker and it was all I could do not to blow my load in her mouth. About a block away from home I told her she could stop and I shoved my still hard cock back into my pants. “Didn’t I do a good job Daddy?” She asked.

“Sweetie, you did a great job but Daddy doesn’t want to cum just yet.” I pulled the car into the garage. “Now, let’s get inside, supper is probably ready and waiting for us.”

“Honey, we’re home!” I called as we walked in the door.

“It’s about time, suppers ready and what the hell are you wearing Suzy?!” My wife practically screamed when she laid eyes on Suzy’s new look.

“Relax honey,” I said, “It’s what all the girls her age are wearing, I’m sure it’s just a phase.”

“Well she looks like a tramp.” She said, and I couldn’t help but think that’s exactly the point.

“Then she’ll fit in perfectly with all the other tramps her age.” I countered.

“Let’s just eat.” She said, giving me an icy stare. She sat down on the opposite side of the table from Suzy and me. We all dished up and started eating, making small talk about our days and the recent news. My wife also had the television turned on rather loudly to one of those stupid gardening networks and she seemed to be more interested in that than her own family. I slipped one hand down into my lap as I ate, unzipped my pants quietly and pulled my still hard cock out. I reached over and squeezed Suzy’s bare knee and she put her hand on mine, I grabbed it and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

Suzy shot me a glance that looked something like “Are you crazy?” and I just smiled back at her and continued to make inane small talk. I pumped her hand up and down my cock until I was sure that if I took my hand away, she would continue, and she did. It was too hot, my little girl jacking me off under the table with my wife sitting right across from me, I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. I purposefully knocked my knife off the table and my wife rolled her eyes at me.

“Oops, clumsy me. Suzy could you get that for me please?” She nodded and as she crawled under the table I continued to stroke my dick. I felt Suzy’s hot lips wrap around the head of my cock and I jerked myself off into her mouth. “Ooohh honey, have you done something new with the pot roast? Mmmmm oohhh god, it’s delicious.” I moaned, trying desperately to cover up the fact I was shooting streams of gooey cum into my daughter’s mouth.

“Hmm? Oh, no, I don’t think so.” My wife said, she had barely even registered me speaking, let alone covering anything up. Suzy popped back up into her chair with my knife.

“Here you go Daddy.” She smiled and wiped a gob of my cum off her chin and into her mouth.

“Thank you sweetheart.” I said as I thought about all the wonderful fun we were going to have together.

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Life is Strange Pt. 02

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Let me describe Timmons to you. Besides being a giant of a man he has a gentle nature. Now if you’re smart you won’t mistake his gentle nature for a lack of courage. On the contrary. Timmons doesn’t need to act brave, use violence, or the threat of violence. Just his stature is enough to chill out even those quick to violence. Kindness comes easy to him. He’s caring and empathetic. I know this because of how he treated me. He made me feel special, protected, and unafraid to be what he wanted me to be. Timmons molded me into who I am today. He allowed me to discover myself rather than use brut force to turn me out.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

After Timmons guided me off stage to Bob’s office I offered my mouth to his big black cock until he emptied his balls and satisfied my primal urge to service an Alpha male.

As I cleaned the residual cum from his softening cock the haze I had been in cleared. It suddenly dawned on me what I’d done. I turned to see my wife furiously fucking Bob. Even as they fucked she was watching me. I felt incredulously embarrassed, confused, humiliated, and fearful.

Emotions over took me and I became upset. Looking around for my clothes I remembered that I’d discarded them on stage. I staggered as I tried to stand and Timmons took me by my arm and steadied me. “It’s okay man. It’s all good. I seen guys like you go through what you’re going through now.”

I looked up at him and wanted to cry. He quieted me with a warm smile. “You might hate yourself now johnnie but you’ll be back for more. White bois like you can’t help yourself. You see a black cock and you want to suck it.”

“I gotta get out of here Timmons. Where are my clothes?”

He opened the door to back stage and on the floor was the red cape Cin had me wear. I put it around my shoulders and before I took a step Timmons took me gently by my arm and stopped me. “johnnie, all you have on are your ballerina slippers and that cape. You’ll get arrested going out in public like that.”

He knelt and picked something off the floor. Holding the item open I saw it was the lite pink panty one of the customers threw on stage when she called me a cock sucker.

“Come on man. This is all you got. Put em on.”

I didn’t want to. I mean after what I’d just done and now this. But he was right. The cape wouldn’t stay closed in front and I probably would get locked up for indecent exposure.

Timmons held the panty for me to step into. Then he slid them up my legs and around my waist. Patting my behind he softly whispered, “I like the little black panty you wore on stage better. They made your fat little bottom look sexy, like a woman’s.”

I could only blush and flee. I heard him say something about seeing me soon but chose not to respond.

Leaving the club I debated on walking home or stranding Cindy by taking the car.

I took the car. “Fuck her,” I fumed to myself. “Let Bob bring her cheating ass home.”

Safely in my house I dropped the cape. The offensive garment only added to the shame I was feeling. “I sucked a cock God damnit. I’m a faggot. What the hell’s the matter with me?”

I went upstairs to shower. I needed to wash Timmons’ first load out of my hair and hopefully the faggot out of my body.

Walking past the full length mirror in the bedroom I saw myself in the pink panties. I’d forgotten I was wearing them they felt so comfortable. I took a moment to admire them before realizing what I was doing and quickly pulled them down and off. For some reason instead of tossing them in the garbage I put them in the dirty clothes hamper. Call it reflex habit I guess.

I showered and cussed my whoring wife. I mean seeing her fuck up and down so hard and untamed was nothing she’d ever done with me. I didn’t understand how she could cheat and do it in front of me.

I went to the kitchen in a pair of jogging pants and T-shirt. I poured myself a stiff one. Then going into the living room I smoked a joint and drank until I heard a car door slam.

The door opened and Cindy was waving to her ride. “Thanks Bob. See you in a couple days.”

“You whore,” I said through gritted teeth.

“So you’re a faggot.”

“Slut.”

“Homo.”

“Bitch,” I said standing.

“Cock sucker.”

She had me. There was no rejoinder. There could be no coherent argument from me. Still though I tried.

“You let him stick his cock in you and probably let him cum in you.”

“Your point is? I mean Timmons stuck his cock in you and came in you too asshole.”

I slumped back in the chair down and wept. She was right. Damn it.

Cin wasn’t done. “At least I had sex with the opposite sex. And I didn’t know you were gay or bi-sexual.”

I sobbed uncontrollably. My face in my hands my body shook.

Cin had mercy on me. She was almost nude as she dropped her coat and came to calm and sooth me.

She came up beside me and held my head to her stomach. “It’s okay johnnie. It’s alright honey. canlı bahis I mean when I saw you playing with that big cock on stage, well, I won’t lie. It was hot. At first I thought you were just trying to win the $500. But then a look came over you and you seemed lost in what you were doing. By lost I mean it seemed as though nothing else mattered. Bob was beside me watching and I could feel him getting hard as my pussy got wet.”

“We watched you lick his balls and rim his ass and Bob said that you’d be sucking Timmons’ cock before the night was over.”

“It was spontaneous johnnie. Just like you, I reached back and felt Bob’s cock and it was really big. Not as big as Timmons’ but bigger than I’m used to.”

Yet another bomb lobbed at me.

Cin stroked my hair and hushed my sobbing.

“Bob led me into his office and I swear johnnie I wanted it. I mean after seeing your act I needed to be fucked.”

“Then when Timmons walked you into the office and I watched you suck his cock it was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. It was so beautiful johnnie. Seeing a big black man lead you, watching you as you made love to his cock. You looked so sweet, so sexy. So yeah, I guess I lost it.”

“But I didn’t want to do that Cin,” I sniffed.

“Oh johnnie, yes you did. You didn’t suck it as much as you made love to it. I saw you smile up at him as you ran your lips up and down the shaft. You looked up at Timmons with what looked like love as you kissed and licked the head of his cock. You were humming johnnie. Softly but Bob and I heard it.”

I was glad she couldn’t see me as I buried my face against her.

“Bob said you looked like a pro at sucking cocks johnnie. I told him you’d never done that before but he said he didn’t believe me.”

“Oh God,” I groaned in shame.

“He said the way you knew to clean the cock after it came and got soft was proof to him that you knew what you were doing. Bob said that most new cock suckers had to be trained to respect their man’s cock, cleaning it after he’s fed the cock sucker his load. Well hubby, that got me to wondering. Have you been sucking cocks behind my back? I mean it’s okay but you didn’t have to hide it from me.”

“No Cindy. I swear I never did that before. I don’t know what happened to me on the stage but something just came over me and I felt compelled to do what I did. I am so sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. I swear.”

“Well I don’t know about that but it’s okay if it does. Bob told me that Timmons is very good at turning straight white guys into black cock whores. And Timmons told me before I left with Bob that you weren’t the first white guy who had the urge to suck his black cock. He said it wasn’t common but it wasn’t unusual either. Said it was something about guys like you when you saw his cock, like it was natural for you to want to suck it like that.”

My dick got hard in spite of my trying silently to will it not to.

“He said you’re no faggot johnnie which made me feel better. But he did repeat that you may not be able to resist the temptation to do it again and again. Timmons also told us both that he plans on seeing you again johnnie. I guess that means he’ll want you to suck his cock again.”

I started to feel horny. Humiliated and horny. I didn’t know it at the time but it wouldn’t be long before I craved that humiliation.

Maybe it was the joint and the alcohol and all the talk about forbidden sex but I wanted to make love to my wife. I wanted to reclaim my sexuality and my wife at the same time.

I pulled her around and stood up and kissed her. She kissed me back and our tongues danced together.

I turned her and sat her down in the chair. Kneeling I parted her knees and looking at her told her how much I loved her and how I wasn’t gay or anything like that.

Cin had a funny look on her face as I parted her knees and pulled her thong aside. I’d forgotten about Bob and her. I was only thinking about how I could prove to her I was straight.

It was only after I’d gotten a mouth full of cum that I remembered she fucked Bob. I tried to pull back but Cin wasn’t having that. “Finish me johnnie. It’s okay. I need you to clean Bob’s cum out of me. Bob said you might want to eat his cum from me. He said you’re a special guy johnnie and I was lucky to have you.” And with that she held my face firmly in her crotch.

Then she said something that shot through me like a bullet. “Pretend it’s Timmons’ cum. You liked that. I know. I saw you. Bob saw you.”

Her smoothly shaved pussy lips parted on my cheeks as I plunged my face between her legs as deep as I could. Thick and somewhat viscous, I sucked and slurped Bob’s sperm from my wife’s cunt. And no, it was not lost on me that this was the second man’s load I’d eaten today. And it was not lost to me that the taste was not unpleasant… almost enjoyable.

Cin came twice as I cleaned her of Bob’s cum and we went to bed. It was time for me to fuck what was mine.

I knelt between her thighs and rubbed bahis siteleri my cock on her soaking pussy. Then when I put it in it was like I could hardly feel her. We looked at each other with the understanding of what each of us was thinking. Bob had stretched her pussy so that I no longer got satisfaction from it.

Cin had a shocked expression. I guess mine was one of horror. “Oh God johnnie. I’m so sorry. I told you Bob’s cock was big.”

I flopped over on my back beside her my erection dying a quick death.

Cin rolled to her side next to me and kissed my cheek. Bob said it would shrink back to normal johnnie.”

“Fuck Bob. Fuck two Bobs. Bob said this. Bob told me that. I’m tired of hearing what Bob says. The hell with that. Fuck a bunch of Bobs.” We looked each other in the eye and I realized how ridiculous I sounded in my little tantrum. We both broke out in laughter. Maybe it was the weed but I was feeling better about things.

Cin held my balls and tickled my anus. My dick responded. She stroked me hard and whispered that she wanted to do something for my little general. She slid down my body and gave me a sweet soft and long lasting blow job.

She didn’t share my cum with me thankfully but I could taste myself when we kissed afterwards.

Over coffee the next morning we seemed to skirt around the elephant in the room until I asked the big question.

“So. You gonna keep stripping?,” I asked.

“You mean am I going to keep dancing. I think I will. The money is great and I enjoy it.”

“You mean you enjoy the attention.”

“Yeah. You’re right. I like those me looking at me, wanting me. Some of the other girls might get jealous but fuck em. And it turns me on being naked like that in a room full of horny men.”

“So this means you’re gonna let Bob fuck you again?” It was more of a statement of fact than a question. I already knew the answer.

Cin only smiled to herself as she went about her business of cleaning the coffee pot.

“Oh. I almost forgot. Bob wanted me to ask you if you would like to enter another contest. He said the money those women brought in was huge.”

“You mean Bob wants me to queer of with Timmons again on stage.”

“No. He specifically said that he wasn’t asking that. He did, however, say that if you wanted to it would be fine with him. Some of the ladies have asked him if he’d put that show on again.”

“You can tell him not only no but hell no. No fucking way. And fuck him for asking.”

“Okay johnnie. Bob said you might get upset. But Bob is a nice guy. He really likes you and hopes there’s no bad feelings about what happened.”

“What happened? What happened? Christ are you kidding me? He fucked you. That’s what happened. And yeah. It pisses me off.”

Cin came over and sat on my lap. “That’s right I let him fuck me and you let Timmons fuck your face johnnie. You know how horny I get. You knew about all my relations with men before we married. You used to like hearing about them when I was giving you a hand job. This is no different. I still love you with all my heart but I still get horny.”

I shifted a bit hoping she wouldn’t feel my dick twitch.

“You used to want to know how big the cocks were of the guys I slept with. You would get excited hearing about my exploits. Now, if you want, you can watch and even join in. I’d like that johnnie,” she whispered huskily in my ear. “I’d like you to join in or just watch me and Bob. He has a really big cock johnnie, really so much bigger than yours. I think you might get off watching us fuck. That is if you can get over your silly jealousy. Really my sweet hubby, it’s only sex. Great sex yes. But still I will always come home to you and your little general.”

Cin reached down and to my shame she whispered that, “your little general is saluting. I think you want to watch us fuck.”

I was noncommittal. I remembered how hard she had humped his cock and it did stir something in me. Plus, she was right. I did like hearing about her past dalliances. And there was something arousing to me about her telling me how big their cocks were. Lust aside I wondered what the hell was wrong with me.

Later that day with nothing agreed to but everything understood Cin was leaving for work. “You coming down to see me dance johnnie?”

“Nah. Not tonight.” “I’m never going back,” I said to myself.

A couple hours later when there was nothing on TV that interested me I turned on some light rock and rolled a big ole blunt. Changing out of my clothes I put a robe on over my boxers and proceeded to get myself stoned.

A heavy bourbon in one hand a joint in the other I kicked back and thought about my wife dancing nude. I am not one to tell her what she can and can not do. It’s not in my character. On one hand I found it erotic, arousing even. But there was the little bit of jealousy that gnawed at me. I drank my bourbon down and wondered which emotion was greatest.

I went to our computer to check my email. “Probably have a couple bahis şirketleri bills,” I was thinking.

When my mail box came up I was surprised to see an anonymously sent email from my office. I opened and read the short note. “I was at the new strip club for the contest. I had my phone with me. Open the video my friend.”

I knew what was coming. “There I was on stage. At first the clip was showing Timmons’ virile body. I looked so insignificant as I knelt and played with myself. It looked even worse when Timmons approached me and began to hit me with his cock. I looked away for a second or so and when I could bring myself to look at the video again I was horrified at what I saw. I looked like I was in a hypnotic trance as I licked and kissed that big black cock. Timmons was standing with his hands on his hips smiling at the crowd as I paid homage to his crotch.

I heard the women shout and cheering for the first time when I gave him a rim job while he stroked his wonderfully hard cock.

Shouts of “nut on his face,” rang out when Timmons turned around and shot his wad on me. I couldn’t believe that I continued to keel there, my mouth opened trying to catch his offering. And now it was on the internet and I knew this motherfucker from work would share it.

As the DJ announced the winner I could see Timmons was still hard. I saw myself picking up the panties that were tossed on stage and wiping his cum from my eyes and face. He led me off stage to the cheering women some of whom were calling me cocksucker.

I was scared I’d get fired. If I lost my job because of this I don’t know if I’d find work again. I mean this shit gets around and a Google search by a prospective employer would result in them not hiring me.

But I replayed the clip and my dick grew as I watched myself surrender to the lure of that big black cock.

I logged out of my account and tried to will my erection to soften.

I poured another stiff one and rolled another fat one. I was lost in weed filled thoughts when there was some one knocking on the door.

I opened the door and Timmons just came right on in. “Hey man. Cindy said I’d find you here alone sulking. I told you there was nothing wrong in what happened and you shouldn’t let it bother you.”

Without asking Timmons took me by my wrist and brought the joint in my hand to his mouth. Drawing in deeply he held both his breath and my wrist as we looked at each other. I sensed no danger, no impending violence. Timmons wasn’t being rough. He merely took what he wanted. His grip was gentle but firm.

I couldn’t continue to meet his eyes and looked down. Finally Timmons took another hit and let me go. “Thank you johnnie. That’s some good shit.” His voice was deep but soft spoken and sincere.

“Come in Timmons,” I said. Can I get you a drink?”

“Yeah man. I’ll have what you’re having.”

I poured Timmons a stiff bourbon and rocks and brought it to him.

“Thank you johnnie,” he said in that quiet rumbling voice. A chill ran through me.

We sat and talked and smoked and drank. I guess it was after Timmons asked me to refill his drink when he noticed my robe had become untied and opened.

“Boxers johnnie,?” he asked as I went to fetch him a refill.

“Oops. My bad. Sorry about that Timmons,” tying my robe as I left the room.

“No no, that’s not what I meant. I don’t mind seeing you like that except for one thing.”

“What’s that?,” I asked returning and handing him his drink.

“I really liked you in panties, especially in those little black panties you wore for me.”

“Well for starters I didn’t wear them for you. I wore them because my wife convinced me that they would be easier to take off while dancing.”

“You should wear them more often johnnie,” he said softly. “You really look sexy in panties. Even the pink ones suited you.”

Timmons rose from his seat and came to me. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the little G-string Cin had fashioned for me to wear at the contest.

“johnnie I brought these for you. I found them after you left. Put them on for me please.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Come on man. I came all the way over here to bring you what you forgot and you won’t even do me that little favor?”

“No way Timmons. Not gonna do it.”

We drank and talked about sports, local news, gossiped about the ladies working at the Star Lite. After a brief pause Timmons began to pester me to put those little black panties on for him.

I got tired of listening to him whine. “Give them to me,” I snapped.

Timmons tossed me the G-string and I left the room to put them on. It hit me that I was doing things because a man asked me to. It kind of bothered me a little that my dick twitched.

I tied the sides on, retied my robe and went back to the living room.

“Well ain’t you gonna let me see?”

I pulled the robe open and flashed him for a second before closing it and sitting back down. It was fun to see him ogling me.

“Roll us another joint johnnie and I’ll cut us a couple lines.”

I went to my stash and rolled us another joint. When I return Timmons had sprinkled some white powder on the coffee table. “Coke johnnie. You done this before right?”

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It was late afternoon at the inn. Karen had just finished cleaning up behind the bar, carrying on a conversation with her co-workers Mark and Tom. They were breakfast and lunch wait-staff just coming off their shift. They were college-age summer employees at this seasonal resort on the New England coast. Karen thought the boys were cute and sexy, very nice guys. Anyone would agree they were fine examples of very attractive young men: tall, slim, athlete-fit, clean-cut, and intelligent college guys who were destined to go far in life. They sat at the bar making small talk with Karen, each sipping on shots of rum Karen had subtly stolen from the bar. Karen was a very pretty young lady who carried herself with poise. She was also a college student working her summer job. The boys enjoyed stealing glimpses of her muscular butt and pert small breasts with nipples that challenged her lace bra that teased from beneath her fitted white blouse. She was very feminine, short brunette, always with a warm smile.

They were the only ones in the bar at this daytime hour, so their conversation became a bit freewheeling among themselves as the rum loosened their inhibitions. She dared to ask them if they had found girlfriends here in the resort community. The boys told her no, that opportunities for romance were scare lately. Another shot of rum led to Karen asking if they had girlfriends back home or on campus. That was when Mark admitted, perhaps as planned, “Well, we do share a girlfriend or two that we miss back on campus.”

That got Karen’s attention. “You ‘share’ a girl or two, you say? What do you mean by ‘share’ a girl?” She was intrigued by their odd choice of words.

Mark smiled and winked at Tom, both realizing they had caught her attention with this subtle little confession. He seized the opportunity. “Two years ago, Tom and I shared an apartment off campus. Tom had this hot girlfriend who came over one Friday evening planning on spending the weekend with him since I was planning to be away on a ski trip. But my trip fell through and that cancelled my weekend away. His girlfriend was really disappointed by that, because she was looking forward to a weekend of heavy sex with Tom. When I teased her about being so disappointed, she blurted out that we guys now owed her a weekend hot sex. She was being sarcastic, of course, but we called her on it anyway. We both quickly replied that we thought that was a great idea, speaking sarcastically of course. That was all it took. She told us we had crossed a line telling her that because it was every lady’s ultimate fantasy to have hot sex with two guys. Minutes later, she was sitting naked on the sofa between us, kissing, touching, licking, sucking, and getting very excited. Tom and I worked her over really good.”

Mark hesitated a moment to let his story sink in to an obviously impressed Karen. It was the perfect pause. She had a blank look on her face, obviously envisioning what Mark was describing. She was brightly flushed and her now very erect nipples were straining through her thin bra and tight blouse. The boys knew they were well on their way with this conversation. They could not have planned it any better.

Tom then continued, “We spent a hour giving her so many orgasms, she begged us to fuck her brains out. Being gentlemen, we of course did as she asked. I was surprised to discover that the most erotic part of that was watching Mark fuck her, patiently waiting my turn. And she could not stop cumming. Actually, neither could Tom and I. It’s not often guys can be multi-orgasmic, but that night we both certainly were.”

Mark answered now, “Yeah, we certainly did. We made such a sloppy mess in her, it was incredible.”

“Yeah. It’s a good thing we put a towel under her, or we would have ruined that sofa,” Tom chuckled. “I never realized sloppy seconds would be so exciting.”

“Or thirds and fourths, for that matter,” Mark added.

“You actually took turns fucking her?” Karen asked.

Mark answered, ” We sure did, over and over. She was in heaven over that. So were we. The three of us spent the weekend naked, experimenting with all sorts of threeway sex. Every day was a different adventure. We spent Friday night taking turns fucking her. She loved being the center of attention. But Saturday was different. She began confessing specific details of her threeway fantasy of sex with two horny guys. Her fantasy was rather detailed and diverse. She gave us lots of ideas and suggestions. So on Saturday, we focused on her desires to have us two guys work on her together, you know, double-fucking her.”

“Oh my God,” Karen said softly. “You really need to explain that concept to me.” She was really interested in that concept. And that was exactly how the boys wanted this conversation to unfold.

“Well,” Mark continued, “She had always dreamed of enjoying oral sex on a guy while another guy fucked her. So, being gentlemen, we did our best to accommodate her. I know we sure liked it because Tom and I each came twice, allowing each of canlı bahis us to experience both sides of that scene.”

“That is absolutely amazing,” Karen said.

“Should we tell her the rest of Saturday’s story?” Mark asked Tom. That further seized Karen’s attention.

“If there’s more to this story, you damned well better be sharing it with me,” she demanded softly but sternly. There is no way she was going to allow them to leave her hanging on this question.

Tom replied, “Well, we were asked to keep it a secret. But at this point, I think we owe it to Karen to tell her, assuming she can keep a secret.”

“Fuck, yes, you need to tell me. I assure you I can keep a secret,” she told them. She was now lost in her own fantasy, imagining herself in that scene.

“OK. We’ll tell you,” Tom said. “Her ultimate desire, something she seriously wanted but had no idea if she could actually do it, was for Mark and I to truly double fuck her, you know, squeeze both our cocks into her pussy. I suspected she wanted this and was capable of it because, when we were initially playing with her on the sofa, she absolutely loved having us fill and stretch her pussy with lots fingers. Her most intense, almost scary orgasm came when I had my entire hand, all four fingers and palm all the way to the base of my thumb, pushed way in deep, stretching her completely while Mark licked her. She had an insane climax from that. That told me she would be able to pull off this secret private desire.”

“So did you really do it, you know, both fuck her at the same time like that?” Karen asked.

“Oh, yes. We sure did,” Mark said proudly. “And it was the most amazing sensation ever.”

“Details. I want details, boys. You need to tell me exactly how you did it,” Karen giggled nervously.

“Well, Mark laid on his back and she straddled him. I guided Mark’s cock into her, then I knelt behind her. There was no worry about lubrication because she was sloppy with semen from our morning rounds with her. The tow of them were flooded with it. Mark and I had already discovered we actually enjoyed playing in all those warm juices. Maybe that makes us gay, or not, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I made myself wet and slippery in it. I carefully lined up my cock and nudged and pushed. I slid right in with no problem. It felt incredible. She pussy was stretched tight and Mark’s cock made it even tighter. We all moaned as I slid in, all three of us squeezed together like that. Mark was pinned underneath and she was sandwiched firmly between us, so I was the only one who could actually move, so I set about fucking all of us.”

Mark then added, “Feeling Tom rubbing along the length of my cock was the most amazing sensation I ever felt. It was as if he was fucking both her and me at the same time.”

“That’s because I was fucking both of you,” Tom said. “You liked it s much as she did, because it didn’t take much for me to make both of you cum like that. She almost immediately climaxed so powerfully, just like she did on the sofa the night before on the sofa when we stretched her with too many fingers. Feeling her orgasm was amazing. But less than a minute later, feeling you cum tipped me over the edge. I could feel every pulse, with all that semen flowing around my cock. I exploded with the biggest ejaculation I had even experienced. We made a huge mess inside her, didn’t we, Mark” Tom giggled.

“Yeah, we sure did. she and I were both was flooded. When she finally climbed off me, I was soaked in cum, cock, balls, ass, and huge wet spot on the sheets under me,” Mark said. “But that’s OK, because we all knew she would want to do that again. I couldn’t wait to be the guy on top, making everyone cum like that. Later that evening that is exactly what we did. She was actually getting impatient for us to do her again like that. It was the most intense sex any of us ever experienced. It truly was the three us all fucking each other at the same time. Some might say it was bi-sex, but so what. If that makes us guys bi, then we wear the badge proudly.”

“That is so fucking sexy,” Karen said.

Mark continued, “Then there was Sunday. That morning she told us her pussy was totally used up, too sore to fuck. But she was extremely horny from everything we had been doing. Plus, us guys had awakened with our best good-morning erections. That was when she started to get creative with us. She told us she was dying to watch us make ourselves cum for her. She begged us to ejaculate all over her, so we did. We discovered that semen mixed with a touch of massage oil makes for a great full body massage. She claimed it was very good for her skin. We actually spent that day creatively masturbating together. She taught us all about using a vibrator, on her and on us.”

“Yeah,” Tom added. “That was a very enlightening day, exploring all her erotic alternative to fucking. She also swallowed several loads. Mark and I discovered so many unexpected sexual pleasures that we had never before considered.”

“Wow, that is so hot,” bahis siteleri Karen said, staring blankly in a trance as she tried to visualize all this. “What unexpected sexual pleasures did you discover?” she asked, obviously hungry for more tantalizing confessions.

Tom told her, “Mark and I discovered we really enjoyed being naked and sexual together sharing a woman. It’s the very best sex ever. It was fun to coordinate with each other, either taking turns or working as a team. And she sure enjoyed that.”

Mark continued the conversation, “We discovered that we both enjoyed watching each other fuck a sexy lady, as well as being watched while fucking. And I absolutely loved feeling her already flooded with semen… ‘sloppy seconds’ she called it. That was surprisingly erotic.”

“So, you decided that perhaps you guys are a bit gay or bi-sexual?” Karen asked, genuinely curious.

Tom answered confidently, “Who knows and who cares if that is bi or even gay sex. It felt wonderful and exciting. And we don’t do each other. We only play together with a woman in a threeway. It’s like the two of us guys merging our sex to increase the excitement and pleasure for all of us. And we found some women really like that.”

“So, you guys have repeated that adventure?” Karen asked.

“We could not wait to spend another weekend with her like that. And we did, twice,” Mark said. “Then, it turned out she was also having an occasional affair with an older woman, a history professor who was also bi. She confided in her about her threeway relationship with her two boyfriends and that woman immediately became obsessed with experiencing that for herself. Apparently, she had the same powerful fantasy. So we spent the last weekend ending the semester at this professor’s cottage. She was a gorgeous fifty-year-old who could not get enough sex from us, as our girlfriend watched and directed. It was really hot.”

“Wow, that is so fucking sexy,” Karen said softly. “I can’t believe you haven’t found a girlfriend here in town for the summer?”

“Well, we did have one very naughty, very secret encounter a few weeks ago,” Mark said, hoping to tantalize Karen further,

“You’re not going there, are you,” Tim protested.

“Why not? We can kiss and tell when it is naughty and forbidden. It makes the adventure all the better, right? Besides, Karen should hear about our secret spot. She might want to check it out for herself.” Mark argued.

“Well, OK. If you think Karen would appreciate it. But, Karen, you have to be able to keep a big secret.”

“Of course I can,” she quickly replied.

Mark began to explain, “My uncle owns a very secluded stretch of beach not far from here. It is an awesome spot to go to hang out and relax, lying in the sun naked and do a little skinny-dipping, totally safe from anyone intruding. Anyway, the resort owner’s wife was flirting shamelessly with us when she came to visit the resort a few weeks ago. Since we are both suckers for flirting with a sexy older woman, we ended up inviting her to steal away to check out our secret spot. She absolutely loved it. When we mentioned skinny-dipping, she was on it in a flash. The three of us stripped down and took a quick swim. She was soon fondling us and asking if this was a place where we could safely play naughty without getting caught. She started out setting some strict boundaries for playing naughty, you know, just mutual masturbation. That was surprisingly exciting to enjoy together.”

This was where Tom took over the conversation, “She loved it. We loved it. As we played like that, she started getting into sharing naughty fantasies. When we told her about our threeway adventures back at school, she was suddenly very taken with our story. She quickly dismissed her boundaries, telling us that was her ultimate fantasy. That seems to be a common force among the women we have encountered. Anyway, we ended up fucking her brains out right there under the warm sunshine on a blanket on the beach as the sun set. Doing it outdoors in the daytime like that made it so different and exciting. It was amazing. It was a bit late by the time we brought her back to the resort. We have no idea what became of her after that.”

“That is so sexy,” Karen said softly.

That was when Mark swooped in, asking her, “So enough about us. Do you have a boyfriend?” That was a loaded question at this point, but it did fit the conversation considering it was the same question she had asked them at the start of this conversation. It seemed as if Mark were trying to bring the conversation back to a rational, sane, more innocent level. But not really

“Um, yes. The problem is he works mostly the evening shift at another resort, while I usually work the day shift here. We don’t get together more than once or twice a week, which is really frustrating,” she said.

“Like this evening?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, like this evening. We do have a date tonight, but it won’t be until nearly midnight after he is off his shift. And he’ll bahis şirketleri be tired. We aren’t really serious, just a short summer romance, a bit of mutual comfort and companionship. That makes it a bit frustrating and not as satisfying as I’d like. But sometimes you just have to go with what you’ve got at hand. And after hearing a story like that, it is going to be even more frustrating,” she said, sounding a bit sad.

“Well,” Mark said, taking his turn to speak, “That secluded slice of beach is a very safe and private spot. It’s at the end of a locked gated gravel road, and we have the only key. We were planning on heading there as soon as we get off work this afternoon. You do know that we would love to invite you to join us there.” This was where the boys intended for the conversation to lead.

“Are you boys trying to pick me up?” she asked with a nervous giggle.

Tom answered, “Actually, we are, to be honest with you. You’re the sexiest lady we’ve met all summer and we are both dying to play with you. So, would you dare to join us for the evening on a private secluded stretch of beach? And if you prefer, we don’t have to have sex with you. We would love to just play with you, you know, pleasure you a bit. We absolutely love that. Or we can just hang out with no expectations, and just enjoy a warm beach setting. It’s just an invitation with no expectations; whatever you would enjoy.”

“You guys are really good. You’re very persuasive. And you have made me so fucking horny hearing your story. I have known you guys for two months now and I feel quite safe around you. Yeah, I think I would dare to join you for the evening. It sounds like a really romantic setting and the weather is perfect for it. Why don’t I go shower and change into my bathing suit and meet you out front in a half hour? What should I bring?” she asked, suddenly finding herself trembling with excitement now that she has admitted she would like to go with them.

“Just bring whatever you think would make this nice for yourself; a blanket, towel, lotion, any beach toys you might enjoy,” Tom coaxed with a wink. She realized he was being suggestive, giving her permission to prepare for an erotic adventure with a pair of hot guys. All three of them were now very aroused at what was unfolding.

A half-hour later, Karen climbed into their car. She wore a sleek one-piece tank bathing suit that was obviously unlined and, once she shed her cover-up as she got into the car, allowed a very sexy display of her erect nipples. Yes, she did that on purpose. She carried a floppy basket with a blanket, beach towel, bottle of wine and plastic cups, but also dared to include the boys’ suggested lotion and massage oil. She even dared to stash her favorite little vibrator deep in the bottom of the basket.

As they drove to the beach, she sat on the passenger seat, leaning back a bit to let them gaze on her body, nipples quite proud and erect, with her bathing suit pulled snug enough against her crotch to show off the hint of a camel-toe. The boys loved it, each telling her how sexy she looked. Every girl loves to hear that. She could not believe how horny she was feeling, anticipating what may be coming with these tow hot guys. Honesty always pays off, because there was no anxiety over what might happen or unknown expectations since the boys had told exactly what they wanted to do with her. She knew they wanted to tantalize her sexually. And it made her want that so fucking badly.

Everyone’s excitement seemed to peak as Tom unlocked the gate to the access road and locked back up as they passed through. “You’re excited, aren’t you,” Mark said to her teasingly.

“You have no idea,” she replied.

They parked and unloaded the car. As Mark took her bag for her, he kissed her fleetingly on the lips and swept a hand down the side of her waist, a touch that really stoked the fire in her. The beach was perfect, small, bordered on each side with rocky outcroppings that blocked any intrusion. The sand was clean and fine, warm from the day’s sunshine. The waves crumbled with a seductive rhythm. The boys spread the blanket and she laid in the center on her back, letting the boys look her over. She felt their eyes appreciate her body. She loved being looked at by sexy men. Watching the boys strip off their clothes, leaving them in so-very-sexy stretch briefs that displayed two impressive erections straining at the sheer material made her moan with excitement.

She could not take her eyes off those hard cocks as the boys laid on either side of her. They each swept their hands down the front of her thighs, making her groan loudly. She laid back and closed her eyes as they stroked her, exploring her arms, neck, down her waist and over her hips. The boys moved down to where they could massage the length of her legs. Feeling their four hands stroking her like that was amazing. They moved back up to where they could stoke her chest, running their warm hands across her breasts, feeling her beneath the material of her suit. They eased down the straps just enough to remove her arms from them. She groaned again as they gently rolled the top of her suit down from her breasts, freeing them to feel the cool breeze and warm sunshine. Her nipples were hard as glass.

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FLIGHT OF ICARUS

Priya and Bell somewhere in the sky, on an Embracer Legacy 500 Jet, on route to Washington State

I am sitting cross-legged, naked in a black velvet plush robe, on a large velvety-like soft tan sofa. We are up something like 34 000 feet. I am waiting for Bell to return from the bathroom. My body is tingling. My skin is so alive.

We have been in the air for only forty-five minutes. Bell was so horny when we go on the private jet she demanded me to strip my clothes. I didn’t argue and started to do what she wanted, but she attacked me and tore off my clothes.

So now I am in the afterglow of my first-mile high club double orgasm via the tongue of Bell who tore off my jeans and knew I had no panties on and just licked the shit out of my pussy. I came on that magical tongue in no time at all. I thought I was going to scratch Bell’s back to death with her relentless assault on my clit and pussy. She even put a finger in my asshole, which sent me over the edge. She then produced a lovely purple 10-inch vibrator which she cranked all the way up and buzzed the living hell out of my pussy and asshole. I am sure 34 000 feet below people heard me screaming. The co-pilot did come back and check to see if a murder hadn’t taken place.

Bell comes out from the pilot’s cabin, shuts the door and pulls the screen, so we are more private. She drops her robe and sashays over to me. She pulls open my robe and straddles me.

I am confused. “I thought you were taking a shit?”

Her grin is diabolical, and it curls up on both sides like the Joker. “Well, my dear Priya I did, but then I checked out with the pilot if everything was okay, you know smooth sailing and all that. He mentioned a storm, showed it to me on the radar and told me to go and buckle up. I liked the part when he said buckle up because I thought of you being in cuffs and a gag ball in your mouth.”

“So are we entering a storm or not?”

Bell plays with her velvet robe like she is going to drop it any second.

“Perhaps. But what I am concerned with is you.”

My eyebrows, heart rate, goes up several degrees.

I am so over teasing. “I see. Maybe then you should buckle me up?”

“Temptation is the root of the human race and you dear Priya are the juiciest apple in the entire universe.”

“That means you are referring to the fact that I am human.”

“True.”

“But you told me I’m not.”

“True again.”

“I am so confused.”

“I mixed up my allusion, sorry. It’s just that I am staring at your tits hanging out of that sexy robe.”

I screw my face up and stick my tongue out. Bell smiles at me. “Oh you are so not understanding this whole witch world thing are you?”

I know she is right. I don’t get it. I know I have magic. I know my fucking creates huge energy. I get that my orgasm is so fucking intense it nearly rips my head off every single time.

“Bell I may be a little naïve with all of this, so yes you are right.”

Bell nods. She opens up her black robe and shows off her naked body.

“You dived right in with me. We fucked like rabbits. Actually, we fucked each other without boundaries. We just did it. We, well, you went insane. You embraced the fucking world of “getting your rocks off” to the limit. Your pussy is limitless. I love that. I love that your cunt is always wanting. I am only 147 years old and have been fucked, tied up, beaten, subbed, dommed with both sexes and you are at the top of the fucking pile of horny holy shit, Batman. So we found out that our pussies are so fucking hot together. We found out you have no idea what you are doing. Your magic is just a virgin sputter. But canlı bahis holy shit, it exploded. I gave you my body. Oh, did I give you my body! I taught you how to trib, how to do ass to ass, how to enjoy a dildo the right way and l gave you magic sex in all the female way. Don’t you want to keep going or are you bored of all this shit.”

What the? I am rattled. “Shit? What are you talking about, Bell?”

I scrunch up my face. Bell is acting like a bitch. What is up with her?

“Maybe I have a bigger agenda, ever thought of that. Lure you in then give you over to the enemy.”

I am really fucking angry at her. “So fucking you was just an act?”

“You have no idea of the bigger picture, and I cannot give you that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I blurt out.

She throws away the robe. She walks back to the other sofa. She pulls out a large streamlined glass dildo. She smiles at me and slides it up her tight cunt. She pulls it out and puts it into her mouth. Suddenly, it turns bright blue and starts glowing.

I gulp.

Bell puts the dildo back into her pussy and throws her head back. Her pussy and stomach start glowing. “Oh fuck yeah, Priya. I am pure ecstasy.”

She fucks herself faster and faster.

“Oh hold, mother of God!” she screams. Her arms are moving faster than a bullet train. I am so transfixed at her wild magic self-pleasure.

She explodes in a swirl of the blue, red, and purple electric storm of smoke. All I see is her legs and arms thrashing about but I cannot work out how that works. The smoke/mist blocks the insane view that I am so keen to see.

The smoke dissipates, and she is sitting spread-eagle on the sofa, smiling at me.

“So what do you think?”

I get it. Bell cannot give me sex magick, my body needs to earn it. “You cannot give me that, right?”

Bell nods. “Right.”

I look at her body. It’s so fucking hot, tight athletic, and such a wicked ass woman. I am turned on beyond belief. I notice she is newly shaved, which is such a turn on for me. Mind you, I am cleanly shaved because Bell loves my cunt shaved.

Bell rubs her pussy, her labia, her mound, and her ass. She smiles the whole time. When she speaks it’s demanding. “I want you on your fucking knees, hands out.”

I toss away the robe and get down on my knees and put my hands out.

“Priya to take this to the next level. You have to submit to me.”

I nod. “I will.”

Bell smiles.

“Prove it.”

“Take me for fuck’s sake, Bell.”

She approaches me and wraps the black rope around me, bounding my legs and arms.

“Bell, I want you to punish me. I am a bad girl.”

“Face forward. Don’t talk.”

I feel her hand on my ass. She starts to slide the side of her index finger up my slit. I feel cold wetness dribble down my ass cheeks.

Smack! – it’s gentle but good.

Smack! – oh, she is fucking good, harder

Smack! – fuck that hurt.

I groan.

I feel my pussy so wet it’s like five thousand suns.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“I am your mistress. I control your fucking ass. Tell me.”

“Oh, you complete me. You are my mistress!”

Bell whacks me and laughs. “Oh god, good answer.”

I can tell Bell is pleasuring herself, most likely, with a vibrator in her cunt.

This time Bell lifts the intensity. Oh damn, oh fuck, my ass stings like shit and I love it. My pussy is trembling. I feel my juices oozing down my legs.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Really hard this time. Really fucking hard. Oh my lord! I groan. My pussy is rocking out, I need another whack to make me cum.

“Mistress bahis siteleri hit me again, I’m going to cum.”

“Good slave. Feel this.”

Whack!

Way too much. I cum like a bucking animal. I thrust my ass up and scream. “Oh, fuck Bell, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkk.”

I hear a laugh from Bell. My legs are useless and I shake with orgasm aftershocks.

Then I feel something probing my soaking pussy lips. Is it a dildo?

Bell laughs again. She rubs my ass cheeks. “Next step, Priya. Dildo pleasure.”

I groan.

Bell grabs my hair and swirls it into a fist and pulls me closer, my back feels like jelly. My pussy is an inferno.

Bell chuckles. “Oh, so wet for me. You pussy knows no boundaries. It just wants to keep wanting. So feel this dildo, my babe.”

She starts fucking me with the dildo.

One, two, three, four strokes then stop. Cold wetness on my ass. Then the dildo into my pussy again, six strokes. Oh, I am going insane. Then at the same time, I feel another dildo enter my ass. Holy shit.

“Take it in both holes, bitch!”

I am going to die right here right now in a blissful explosion of sex. Bell is in full DP mode, and I fucking love it.

I feel the roar, but this time it’s like a tank barreling down a hill all guns blazing, taking over my all my senses. I moan and moan and moan. The energy is powerful. I want it to envelop Bell and me. I start screaming. Then the tank breaks in half, and I explode in a massive ball of sex and energy as I am double fucked.

Bell falls off me, the ropes dissolve off m, and I collapse. A large pool of my pussy juice is all over the plane’s floor.

All Bell can do is mumble, “You are so naughty, naughty newborn,” she grunts.

I feel so alive. I jump up and spin around. Bell is lying down, legs partly open and her hands behind her. The robe is gone. I spy the glass dildo and lick it. I slither quickly over to Bell and slide the head of the dildo into her cunt. Bell arches her back again, this time it’s because of me. I start to move quicker with my right arm while I use my left to rub her clit.

“I am right there… Oh, don’t you stop …!”

I move the dildo faster and drop my head down and lick her clit. Bell grabs my head and calls out my name and punches the ground of the plane. She moans and moans and cascades into a bucking crazy girl calling out my name. She grabs my hand on the dildo, and we both pull it out together. I give her tummy a kiss and jump up.

“What’s to eat? I’m starving!”

Bell falls back. “Two fucking OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD shattering orgasms and you want to eat!”

I kick Bell’s shimmering leg. I notice sweat and pussy juice.

“I worked up a real sweat woman.”

Bell rolls her eyes at me and gets up. Instead of putting the robe back on, she looks for her jeans.

“Where did you put my red panties and my bra and my jeans and my converses, fuck where are my clothes?”

I ignore her. I raid the fridge. Pesto Dip. Yum. Toasted tortilla strips. Yum. I give it a go. Super yum. “I don’t know I just threw all your clothes off you, didn’t care where they went.”

“Maybe help?”

I leave the fridge with a dollop of pesto on my finger. I come up to the naked Bell looking underneath a leather seat. I tap her on the shoulder, and she turns around. I plunge my finger into her mouth. “Suck on this.”

She muffles something, twirls her tongue and sucks my finger dry. She pulls out my finger slowly looking into my eyes.

“Wench,” she says. “Not fair.”

“Why we can go round four thousand, y’know.”

“Christ Priya you are a sex demon.”

“Damn right I am, you bahis şirketleri created me, remember.”

“Ha, it was there all along, I just unleashed the beast. Your submission now puts you into the sex magick realm. Well done.” Bell kisses me hard and sucks my breath out. Her hands are on my ass. Then she let’s go.

“Come on and get dressed missy. We got serious stuff to do.”

I find my things and start dressing quickly. Bell manages to find her things and does the same.

“Why is that red light flashing behind that screen?” I ask Bell as I start tying my shoes.

“Fuck, it’s serious. I can feel it. Can you?” She shouts at me.

More red lights go off. Above us, a large panel where the pilots are lights up “Emergency.”

I do I feel chaos swirling around. I am not quite sure what chaos exactly feels like if you asked me, but I feel an uneasy air. I reach over to the sofa and put on a black hoodie and the windcheater that Bell said we needed to wear. I grab my satchel, sling it over my shoulder and strap on my wicked sword.

Bell is fully dressed now and has put on a black windcheater and a purple beanie and a black backpack. She pulls the screen aside.

“Holy shit, we are going down, Priya.”

A massive bang is heard behind me. Did I just hear metal tearing? I am suddenly thrown sideways. I hit the wall with a hard crash. I notice Bell pinned to the wall, struggling. The plane flips over, and we hit the roof, the furniture, the everything not nailed down goes haywire. I feel the plane nose-diving fast. My heart hammers like it is about to fly out of my body. The plane is facing directly down. I hear a colossal zooming noise behind me. I grip onto a leather chair to stop me from flying down to the cockpit. Bell is just down from me, gripping a chair except she has her hands underneath the seat.

“Get the parachute, underneath!” she yells. I barely hear her.

I reach underneath my seat and find a bulky looking backpack with straps. I instinctively put it on and click the buckle. I slide my satchel to the side. It goes on fine and does not interfere with my sword. I notice Bell has put on her parachute. She points to the other side of the plane. Emergency exit. Bell throws herself at the door and pulls on the handle. Nothing. I move closer and do the same. Bell holds on to me. We both pull the handle, and the door flies off at some ridiculous speed.

“We got to jump, babe.”

I nod. I am so scared. I kiss Bell on lips. “Let’s do it.”Bell looks white. Then I am right behind her.

Flying fast.

Downwards we travel, air smashing at my face, my hair a total chaotic mess. We are in a cloud or clouds. I can barely see anything. Things are speeding so fast my eyes can’t get a grip on anything. I instinctively pull the cord. I feel my whole body snap. I hear a puffing sound and look up at the open parachute. I grab the sides and start floating down to the ground. I look around for Bell, but I cannot see her or her parachute. I look down and see the ground coming up fast. It seems like we are in the mountains.

The Rockies, maybe?

I float fast. Strange feeling.

Steady, steady. My heart wobbles, but I breathe to calm myself. I want to reach out and grab Bell’s hand, but she is gone.

Floating. I look to my left and see an explosion near the side of a large mountain. Fuck that must have been the plane.

Floating down, I see I am heading down to a rocky outcrop. Oh, this is not going great.

Then I see a smooth bit of rock. I sort of shift my body that way.

I grip the sides of my parachute, and with running feet, I hit a rocky landing that leads to the forest. I stare at a pine tree like a foot from me.

Fuck, from mile-high club times five hundred to plane crash and losing Bell.

How do I process that?

Maybe Icarus shouldn’t have been painted on the side of the plane?

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