Joel , Mrs. Olsen 01

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Joel & Mrs. Olsen 01

Well, as the fall season goes, shortly after the Labor Day holiday comes the Pumpkin Festival at the fair grounds and everybody attends that festival. It’s always fun, it’s pretty cute, the weather is always good, there are food tents everywhere, LOL, there beer tents everywhere and all those vendor tents that sell knick-knacks that nobody probably needs, yet everyone walks around with a bag or two in their hands. It’s a social status thing, I’m sure.

“So, Mrs. Olsen, ah, you have obviously visited every vendor tent. Need some help carrying some of these bags to your car? Also, were you planning on having your own festival tomorrow because you got the goods to resell, right?”

“Shut it, Joel and don’t tease me. I have a festival spending problem and I can’t afford to get help! Anyways, it’s kind of a contest between us old folks and I hate being at the bottom. Anyways, yeah, take about 17 of my bags and help me get them to my car. Also, do you do home construction on the side? I think I need a room addition on my cottage house.”

“LOL, you’re funny Mrs. Olsen. So, how’s the divorce coming along?”

“OMG, what a mess, Joel. I can see that the only winner will be my divorce lawyer. Well, my secret bank account won’t come out all that bad, but still, what a mess. I mean, what the hell, right? My lousy no-good cheating faggot soon to be ex-husband gets caught red handed screwing Pumpkins that he and that twinkle toe faggot Butch Jr. drilled holes into and I’m the one who has to be careful about being a side slam piece? I mean, who are the laws protecting? I mean, they were both caught on video using the modified Pumpkins as sex tools while drooling into each other’s mouth and I can’t sneak over to your house for one week of doggie sex bliss? I mean, that’s WTF, right Joel?”

“Oh, wow, ah, I missed that video, I guess. They drilled little holes into the Pumpkins, you say? Like a hand-held glory hole or a flesh-light?”

“Well, that’s because Annie Atkins posted the video and it’s well known that you don’t look back much through your rolodex of MILF slam pieces, so that doesn’t surprise me, but I’ll send you the link. Or just go on Chang Gay because they seem to have started a fad with Pumpkin sex. So, anyways, Joel????”

“Ah come on, Mrs. Olsen, I can’t be responsible for any issues with your divorce proceedings, so hold tight honey, our time will come. Unless….”

“Unless? Unless what? Let’s do some unless. I don’t know much about unless, unless you tell me.”

“Well, and I know this is out there a little, but what if you rode in the back of a SUV, you know, with tinted windows and that SUV parked inside of the safety of my garage and the garage door closes behind said spy SUV and then you safely enter my house through the breezeway? I mean, that’s a fool proof plan, right?”

“Hmmm, interesting, it’s just too bad that I drive a sedan and not an SUV with rear tinted windows. Ankara escort Oh well, I guess we’ll have to wait a while before you officially make me your woman and make your bed our “relationship” bed.”

“Or, and hear me out, if I’m not mistaken, ah, the other Mrs. Olsen drives such a SUV.”

“What? My sister? My sister Olivia? Are you crazy? Just how in the hell am I supposed to ruin you with sex in front of my sister, Olivia? Are you on drugs these days? Besides, she would never go for that, not to mention that I can’t compete with her amazing body, so forget. I’ll wreck you nine ways from hell in a few weeks or months or whenever the lawyer stops draining my bank account.”

“Your call, Mrs. Olsen, it’s your call. Here is your car, so pop the trunk.”

“Hey, wait a minute, mister! We’ve been having sex talk, so isn’t this where you start calling me Opal as you poke your fingers around my front, which is right down there waiting for you to poke around?”

Sorry folks, LOL, I didn’t make or write the MILF affair rules, did I? Well, maybe I did a little, but still, there have been rules in place and I have to follow them.

“Ah, geez Mrs. Olsen, that would be breaking the Joel vs Every Middleton MILF rules. I mean, I can’t call you by your first name until I at least pop your trunk, if you know what I mean. I mean, sorry babe, but I didn’t make the rules. And my finger dancing with your crease like this right now doesn’t count, but ooh, la, la, my next “woman in waiting” gets wet quick!”

“Fuck! Damn be the torpedo’s, damn be the rules, I’m sucking your cock right now, Joel!”

And you all noticed that it was all her doing, right? I was absolutely innocent!

“Fine Joel, I’ll talk to my sister Olivia because there is no way in hell that I’m referring to this as our “relationship” parking lot, but no fair playing favorites in the “relationship” bed! LOL, or give me six months to start a new work out plan because Olivia’s hips, am I right?”

And speaking of ooh, la, la, I mean, they are not twins, but they are both a true and valid Mrs. Olsen. I mean, please folks, am I right about all that? LOL, you’re damn right I’m right! And by the way, the original Mrs. Olsen, Opal Olsen, wasted very little setting up our encounter.

“Alright, I’m here with my sister Opal and we’re wearing matching lingerie as requested, even though my set is several sizes smaller than hers, so my turn, which way to our special “relationship” bed? I mean, as the special invited guest, I’m first, right?”

Oh yeah, bring on another a cat fight!

“Ah, Olivia, um, it might be best if I go first. Our missile man recovers quickly, but he blows even faster and I want you to get the most out of this. Also, SOB Olivia, you didn’t mention that you were going to shave down there!”

Oh yeah, a sister MILF cat fight, although Olivia is just barely touching the MILF line, like just a little shy, but who am I to argue with Ankara escort bayan a few months this way or a few months that way?

“Ladies, ladies, ladies, let’s all relax. Anyways, it’s common courtesy that guests go first and because Olivia already played the “special guest” card, well, Mrs. Opal Olsen, maybe you should just hang back and wait for the pizza to arrive? Cool?”

LOL, seriously? She bought that load?

“Wow, Olivia, why haven’t we met before this? And feel free to claim my bed as our “relationship” at any point in this blog.”

“Joel, my body and my sex life don’t exactly align, so you might have to walk me through a few things, if that’s alright. But just know that I’m submitting and committing to be your number one forever more.”

“Oh, right now, you own the scale through at least number seven.”

“You like the way I look in this sexy lingerie, Joel?”

“I’m a big-time sucker for a garter belt and a leg garter, Olivia, big time sucker.”

“Good, so we agree that we are going to get started by laying in our ‘relationship” bed in a 69 fashion where you will suck me and I will suck you and don’t worry that you will win. I know about your famous 29 seconds thing and I’m not positive that I have ever seen fireworks, so crack the bedroom door open so that Opal can spy on us and let’s get this started, Tiger.”

“Hey, 34 seconds, mind you, Olivia!”

“OK baby, OK. And do what you will with my thong. Rip it off or push it to the side. I have heard that sometimes men just like to push it aside, so it’s your call babe.”

And yes, I won and no, I wasn’t very good at sucking her between the legs. For some reason, there seems to a lack of that in the Joel vs Every Middleton MILD saga. And before you submit comments about that, nope, I don’t have a good reason for why I never ate at Y much.

“Joel, I’m sorry I choked, spit and gagged lover, but I’m still a little new to that game.”

“And I’m sorry I’m wasn’t so good at that either, but I thought I got a taste of a burning fuse, Olivia, so maybe you were close to seeing those elusive fireworks?”

“Maybe, Joel and I admit that my loins are burning for you, Tiger Joel, so get between my legs and make your official woman. And I’m super safe baby, so do me and do me crazy.”

Ahh, all of the magical words, right? Burning loins, my woman, super safe and do me and do me crazy.

“Damn Joel, apparently, I’ve never been with a man before, oh, ah, OMG, ooh, let me hook my legs over your shoulders Joel, let me hook you with my sex! Oh, holy best sex ever, Joel, fuck you Joel if you don’t make me your wife Joel, fuck you, if don’t do that!”

Well, I’m engaged with about six others, right? So, why not?

“Marry me, Olivia, I have a dresser drawer full of engagement rings, so take your pick.”

“Ruin me, Joel, cut in me in half and shoot it deep because I know it’s coming baby, I know it’s your time to coat me on Escort Ankara the inside.”

Oh, we all know that I can ruin a woman, right? They all beg for it to be over. Wait, what?

“Hmmm, best ever babe and I’m never going to dump you. And by the way, I locked the bedroom door when I got up to search through your choices of diamond rings. I mean, my older sister Opal nodded off on the couch anyways, so take my ass or do me doggie, stud. All I care about is that this bed becomes well known as our “relationship” bed, well known I say.”

And we all know how quickly I can recover, so I took her in each way, that she clearly requested and suggested.

“Tongue kiss me deep, Joel, tongue kiss me deep. And by the way, the butt sex kind of hurt, so let’s not have that as our thing, OK? I mean, once in a while, but regular, alright?”

“No problem, Olivia, that butt sex thing is true and straight up MILF stuff and technically, I think you’re just on the outside of true MILF status, looking in, so no problem. But the doggie, right?”

“Oh, that was cool. Anywhere and anytime. But listen, now that I’m absolutely not getting out of our “relationship” bed and now that the left parking spot in the garage is mine and mine only, why don’t you be a dear and drive my older sister Opal home? I mean, don’t dump her on the sidewalk or anything, but don’t dump in her fat ass either, OK babe?”

“And you’re going to be right here when I return, Olivia?”

“Oh, I already said this is my place. Do you mind if I, ah, work with myself while you’re out? I mean, it’s my job now to change the sheets and all, so I can a little side work too, right baby?”

“Do as you will, do as you must, Olivia.”

“And Joel, please don’t go gay on me baby, please don’t ever let me catch you wearing a hollowed Pumpkin on your head with that twinkle toe faggot Butch J. carving the jack-o-lantern face out the hard way like I caught my no-good faggot cheating ex-husband doing, baby. They were playing Halloween glory hole Joel, faggot Halloween glory hole, I say!”

“Got it love, no Pumpkins for Halloween on the front porch this year.

Well, ah, whatever. Anyways, I drove the original Mrs. Olsen home and parked in her driveway.

“Come on, Joel. That’s the second time I sucked your cock dry on Asphalt! I deserve to be called Opal.”

“Mrs. Olsen, I’m trying to protect your pending divorce proceedings. I mean, what if they call me to witness stand and ask me about how many times your meaty pussy has been filled with my burning hot seed? I mean, nobody cares about blow jobs these days. Or butt sex. There has to be a risky of pregnancy involved to be a valid court issue and I don’t want to lie on the witness stand.”

“Fine, you forced my hand. I hereby invoke the Joel vs Every Middleton MILF blog rule book card. My younger sister does not qualify as a true MILF, so to keep your blog going in alphabetical order, you must crawl between my legs and get your dick wet from my pussy and blow into me too! There, blog card played!”

Damn, the rule book came around to bite me the ass, right? I mean, who wrote these stupid rules anyways?

End Joel & Mrs. Olsen 01

Dream Come True Ch. 01

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“I had a dream about you last night.” I said.

“Yeah? What was I doing?”

I turned red. “It was nothing.”

“Look at you! You are blushing.” He came closer to me, and rubbed my arm. “Tell me what happened.”

It was a hot day. I was wearing a tank top with no bra, and a very low rise denim shorts that showed my belly button and the black thongs straps that sat high on my hips. Lately I had stopped wearing underwear but I wanted to show off these thongs.

I felt chills at his closeness and shivered at his touch. “You were fu…,” I lowered my head shying, “…cking me,” I whispered.

“What was that, beautiful?” He stepped in closer and put his hand on my face to raise it. “Say it louder,” he said lovingly.

I pressed my face into his warm hands. My pussy suddenly became very wet. “You were fucking me,” I said boldly this time.

“I was fucking you?!” He sounded amused. He brought his thumb to my lips and gently caressed my lower lips. “You had a sex dream about Ankara bayan escort me?”

I figured he wanted an explanation. I stammered, “Yeah I don’t know why. It was pretty insane. I was on your bed, spread naked on my back, hands above my head. Your cock was deep inside me. You were ramming it in pretty hard and fast. It was very hot and our bodies were covered in sweat.”

My panties were soaked now. I continued, “Your cock was so hard and you kept pumping me until you came inside me. And this is the best part… when you took it out, your cock towered above me. It was glistening with our combined juices. It looked like a super cock ready to fuck ten more pussies.”

I saw lust develop in his eyes. “That was quite a nasty dream, baby,” He said. And as if to test me he forced open my mouth with his thumb and fed it to me. I immediately sucked on it hungrily as if it was his super cock.

“I am a nasty girl,” I tried to reply. “I need to be punished.”

He moved his hand behind Escort bayan Ankara my head and grabbed my hair tightly. He pulled my hair up to lift me to my tiptoes. My pussy started to leak profusely by his sudden roughness and my tits swelled up.

He leaned in and pressed his muscled body on me. His other hand grabbed my ass and slammed his cock on my pussy. He then paused to see if I would resist. I felt arrested by his raw masculine strength. I couldn’t move an inch even if I wanted to.

“Aah!” I wimpered. Trying to stay on my tiptoes, I pushed out my tongue, pleading him to feed me his thumb again.

He smiled and brought his tongue to mine and gave it small licks. The tenderness of his licks surprised me. It was opposite of his strong hold of my body. Then he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and gently played tongue hockey. I felt his cock grow hard. I started grinding my pussy on it imagining the giant wet cock of my dream.

“Uh uh mmm,” I moaned loudly moving faster Bayan escort Ankara and faster. Finally he began sucking on my tongue. It was too much for me and I came hard. Shockwaves ran through my body. The orgasm was so strong that my pussy squirted many times.

He let go of me and saw what happened. I had ejaculated so much that my shorts became wet from outside.

“Oh my god! You are such a fucking slut. One kiss and you piss in your pants like a whore,” he laughed.

“Isn’t that what you want? A fucking slut? Well here I am.” I stepped back and jetted out my breasts proudly to present my hard nipples poking through the top. I began rubbing my pussy through my cum soaked denim shorts giving him the full-on slut show. “Don’t you want this tender pussy?” I asked innocently.

“Let us find out. Go up to my bedroom, take all your dirty clothes off, get completely naked. You have 5 minutes to make yourself presentable to me. Then stand there with those nipples pointing up and wait for me. Do not touch your pussy. Your pussy belongs to me,” he said strictly.

I quickly removed my hands from my pussy. “What are you going to do me? Fuck me?” My eyes went to his bulging cock.

“Baby I am going to make your dream come true.”

Grace Ch. 17

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Thursday was busy as everyone got caught up after the snow day, juggling assignments and due dates and missed meetings. It flew by, fortunately, and just before three, I was pulling into Grace’s driveway. Lindsey let me in with a smile and a brief kiss and I made my way into the kitchen where her daughter was sitting and scrolling through her Instagram. She tucked the phone away when I came in and got her stuff out, all business.

For the next hour, we worked steadily to make sure Grace knew what was going on in class. She was still struggling to keep up, so we went over the class work again and again until it began to sink in. It took her a painfully long time to process things, but once she had them, she did seem to understand and remember them. Anyway, after an hour she zipped off to her lacrosse meeting with a smile and a finger wave.

Lindsey was sitting on one of the kitchen stools looking at an iPad when I stood up and got my things together. I walked over to her and pulled out the stool beside her. She looked as put-together and beautiful as usual, and the comfort between us had softened some of her brittleness. She smiled as I sat down and turned the screen toward me.

“Grace is passing Law and Government,” she said.

“Allelujah!” I laughed. “She actually has done a lot of work this semester that she didn’t do last time around.”

“I think she needed some…motivation,” Lindsey said slyly.

I laughed at her innuendo and went right along with it: “Well, I like to call it a comprehensive tutoring service for the struggling learner!”

She laughed, then resumed her mock-serious tone: “Tell me, Mr. Robertson, is it normal to reward student progress with sex?”

“We don’t like to use the word “normal” when speaking of our students,” I opined haughtily, “because every student has a unique set of circumstances.”

“Oh, I see!” she chirped, sounding remarkably like Grace. “Some students need just oral sex, and some need a finger in the butt!”

“Well, I wouldn’t limit myself to JUST those options, but those are both valuable forms of extrinsic motivation.”

“Wow!” she cooed, “You must have studied for a long time to get so smart!”

I nodded wisely: “I like to think of myself as a life-long learner.”

“Do you realize,” she said, dropping the repartee, “that a month ago none of this had happened and Grace was failing and I was a frustrated wreck?”

“I think it’s been an amazing month all around,” I answered sauvely.

She smirked at my tactful answer, then added “Me, too!” as she leaned forward to kiss me.

The kiss was heartfelt, but she pulled back after a few moments, shaking her head and smiling.

“I can’t get all revved up!” she complained. “I’ve got a parents’ group this evening and I have to get things ready.”

“Duty calls,” I said with a shrug.

“One serious question before I kick you out, though.”

“Shoot,” I said.

“Do you think once a week is enough for Grace to stay on top of things? I’m not trying to cheap out, but I don’t want to monopolize your afternoons or have her start to think that she doesn’t have to do it on her own.”

“I get that. I think once a week would be fine. With Grace, I mean!” I added suggestively.

“Damn right once a week isn’t enough for me!” she said with a smoldering look. “But seriously…Gracie is going to start lacrosse soon, and it’s going to eat into her time after school. Do you want to meet later on, or do you want to do weekends?”

“Let’s play it by ear. I can do whatever she needs.”

“Academically, I hope you mean!” she said with a snort.

“Definitely,” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring voice. “I haven’t forgotten why I’m actually here, ya know?”

She grinned, knowing she’d gotten me.

“I know. You’re the consummate professional. Hold on, though…I’ll grab you a check.”

“Whatever. I know where to find you!” I answered with a smile.

“And I can always drop it off…” she said tauntingly.

“Very true. But my goodness will the neighbors gossip!”

“Fuck ’em,” she said briskly, standing up and grinning widely. “Got any plans for the weekend?”

“I was going to ski, but my friend in Maine has to work all weekend, so no.”

“Poor baby. Grace has indoor practice on Sunday.”

“Well, I’d hate to have you rattling around this big house all by your lonesome!” I said. “Do you want to come to my place and drop off a check, or should I come to your house so you can give it to me here?”

She giggled at the raunchy tone I had used and then pouted adorably: “Gee…I’ll have to think about that!” she said breathily.

“Let me know,” I said in a normal voice, leaning down for one last kiss.

“Will do.”

I smiled as I drove home.

For the next few weeks, things were normal and busy in the Grace-Lindsey-Steve world. I worked with Grace after school on Thursdays and she ran out the door right at four o’clock. I had Lindsey over on the weekends twice and enjoyed a long Thursday evening exploring the sprawling house and trying to have sex on a yoga ball in the third-floor Ankara escort studio. All-in-all, it was a good situation.

When lacrosse practice began in earnest, though, things got complicated again. Grace was tied up from 2:30 to 5:30 every day after school and so tired she could barely focus on work after dinner. The first Thursday I went over, I had to jolly her through a seriously basic assignment about members of Congress and she seemed grumpy and unwilling or unable to get her mind onto the task. Lindsey told me later that Grace was super-stressed about being a captain and whipping herself into a frenzy over little things that matter so much when you’re a kid in the moment but seem like nothing from an adult perspective.

“What she needs,” Lindsey said one day, “is a life coach, not a tutor!”

“Wow!” I said with a wince. “I can take rejection, but the way you just said “tutor” hurt me to my very soul!”

She punched my arm, knowing that I was kidding. Before she could object or add anything, I jumped in with a suggestion.

“Actually, I do a lot of organizational tutoring as well as history stuff. If you’re cool with the change, I’ll shift my focus a little bit to see if I can help.”

Lindsey nodded and pulled me down for a kiss to seal the deal.

The next Thursday, I stayed after school and caught up on grading. After that, I grabbed some dinner at a local deli and headed over to Grace’s house. Lindsey’s car was not in the driveway or garage, so I made my way inside and settled into the usual tutoring spot. Grace sat beside me and after some small talk, I explained the new life coachidea to Grace. She seemed guarded, though, and I asked her what she thought. To my amazement, she didn’t answer…she just got up and walked away into the kitchen.

I gave her a minute, but then got up and followed her. She was standing in front of the fridge with the door open to block me from her field of view.

“Grace,” I said softly from behind her, “what’s up?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered without turning around.

I took a step closer and put a hand on each of her upper arms, squeezing gently.

“Yeah, you do,” I murmured. “You’re busy and you’re stressed and it’s hard to keep up with everything you have to do.”

I felt her shoulders shake at the same time I heard a sob. She spun in my grasp and buried her face in my shirt, clinging to my waist and hiccuping as she cried. I held her gently and stroked her back, murmuring soothing noises. After a while, she seemed to slow down and breathe more normally. When I heard her sniff, I knew she was done and pulled her back from me a little bit. She looked up with wide, teary eyes and sniffed again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, starting to look down.

I caught her chin and pulled it up. Then, because of our history, I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and smiled down at her.

“It’s okay. You’re stressed. There’s a lot going on right now.”

“It’s not just that,” she whispered, resting her head on my shirt again.

“What else?” I asked her quietly.

“I know it’s stupid because I’m passing Law and Gov and I should be happy, but…”.

“But what, Grace?”

“But we haven’t…you know, done anything but work for like three weeks.”

“Are you worried that me seeing your mom is messing up what we have going on?”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms more tightly around my waist.

“It’s not that,” she murmured indistinctly into the fabric. “I just want…” she began before her voice trailed off.

“Want what?” I prodded.

She took a deep breath to compose herself and raised her eyes to mine.

“I just want to feel like I did before with you.”

With that thought in the open, she seemed to gain confidence.

“I know I need to do the work and it’s been really hard with lacrosse starting and all. But I kind of realized that I need something else besides help with Law and Gov to make it okay.”

“Well,” I answered reassuringly, “your mom and I were talking about working on some organizational stuff and me being more of a life coach than just a history tutor.”

“I know about THAT,” she said somewhat dismissively. “We talked about that and it’s a really good idea, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about US!”

“Oh,” I replied intelligently.

“Yeah. Oh.” she said with a smirk.

“And if you want to help me be more organized and less stressed, Mr. Robertson, then I think you should find some way to help me relax and clear my head so I can get everything done.”

I grinned down at her and tugged her body tighter against me.

“What did you have in mind, young lady?”

“I think a massage would be nice,” she answered quickly, raising her eyebrows.

“Well, that falls outside the usual range of services we provide here at the Robertson Life Coaching Tutoring Center, but I’m sure I could make an exception for a good customer!”

“I’ll pay extra!” she said with an impish grin.

“I’ll think about an appropriate fee,” I intoned pompously, Ankara escort bayan trying not to laugh. “Where should we do this?” I asked more prosaically.

“Oh, I think my bed is a good height,” she replied innocently.

“I like the way you think!” I leered.

Two minutes later, I pulled Grace’s hoodie up and off as she raised her arms. Her dark hair fell in a tousle around her face and her green eyes glowed with anticipation. Her tank top was next, and she brushed her hair behind her ears and smiled as I drank in the sight of her bare torso. Her shoulders and arms were darker already from the spring sunlight of afternoon practice, making her breasts seem pale in comparison. Her nipples tightened in the cool air and I brushed each one with my thumbs as I traced my fingers along her sides. She shivered and giggled.

She was already barefoot, so I knelt and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her gray yoga pants. A smile curved across her beautiful full lips as I began to inch my hands lower, dragging the fabric along the swell of her hips teasingly. I made sure to catch the lace edge of her panties as well, so when I reached the widest point of her curves, I could just see the silky swelling of her mound coming into view. I leaned forward and kissed her belly, then as my hands continued to slide her pants down, I kissed her lower and lower. When her pussy was fully exposed, I pushed the waistband down to her ankles impatiently and pulled up on her calf, urging her to step out of her leggings. She held one of my shoulders for balance and then kicked the bunched fabric away.

“How do you want me?” she whispered as she held my gaze from above.

“God, that’s a good question!” I admitted with a grin. “Let’s start you out face down.”

Grace smiled knowingly and turned to climb onto the bed. She paused with one knee up and looked over her shoulder, smiling as she saw me admiring her ass. Then she finished her movement and settled herself so that her head rested on her arms with her face turned toward me. The pale curve of her breast peeped out enticingly and her ass rose in a beautiful swell above her slightly parted thighs. I stood there for a minute and drank in the sight.

Shaking myself out of the reverie, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it behind me. Kicking off my shoes, I let my dark gray khakis fall and paused to whip off my socks as well. My cock was already hardening at the sight of this nubile teenager, so I left my boxers on for the moment. There was a bottle of Nivea lotion on the dresser just beyond the bed, so I grabbed it and pumped a few squirts into my palm. Then I climbed onto the bed astride Grace’s luscious ass and knelt over her. I swirled the lotion between my hands to warm it and then set my hands, palms down, onto her shoulders.

As I began to knead softly, Grace’s lips parted with a soft groan of appreciation. The thought crossed my mind that I’d been in this position before, but somehow this was different. I actually did want to destress her as much as I wanted to feel her body against mine. With that thought, I spent a good ten minutes giving her an actual massage. My fingers traced the supple lines of muscle beside her spine, my thumbs stroked the knots out of her shoulders, and with the heel of my hands, I smoothed out the tension lurking just under her shoulder blades. All the things I had learned from getting massages over the years came into play as I worked to relax a very wound-up and beautiful young woman. Although I never forgot the sexual tension just below the surface, so to speak, I did my very best to soothe her body before I turned to pleasuring her.

When I finally stopped to rest my hands, Grace’s eyes opened.

“Oh, my God that was good!” she said softly, smiling just a bit. “I didn’t know I was so knotted up!”

“Must be all the lacrosse stress!” I said indulgently. “Let’s see how stressed out those legs are!” I added with a grin as I turned myself around.

When my thumbs pushed deep to follow the line of her hamstrings, Grace’s back arched in response and she groaned louder than before.

“Wow!” she muttered, “that almost hurts!”

“Sorry,” I chuckled, “I’ll go easy on ya!”

“No, don’t! I can take it.”

“Whatever you say…you’re the customer!” I replied as I got back to work.

After a few minutes, I had to move down between her feet to get a better angle. She parted her legs obligingly to make room and that brought the distracting sight of her sweet, shaven pussy into view. I steeled myself to finish the massage, but the task grew harder in conjunction with my cock as I kneaded her calves and then her ankles and feet and gazed hungrily between her legs.

When it was time to work on her ass, I knew the best position was to straddle her thighs and I also knew how perilously close that would bring my rock-hard friend to his target, so I made sure to shove my boxers down when I shifted position, effectively knee-walking out of them as I moved up. Grace didn’t notice and I grinned to myself as I moved up Escort Ankara past her knees. Just for fun, I bent to kiss the small of her back as my hands rested on her waist. She giggled and her butt arched up just a bit. I pushed down on her hip-bones and settled my weight on the backs of her thighs.

“Stop trying to distract me, young lady!” I scolded. “I’m just making sure your glutes are ready for some de-stressification!”

“Is THAT all?” she snickered.

“Are you complaining?” I asked in response.

“No, sir. Just making sure you’re not trying to take advantage!”

“I haven’t come to that part of the massage, yet!” I told her archly.

“Oh…okay!” she said happily, closing her eyes again as she smiled.

My thumbs dug into the small muscles connecting her back to the swelling beauty of her ass, spreading the tension out and away with short strokes. I had to consciously keep my cock from settling into the cleft of her buttocks as I worked, so I knelt a bit higher and used the heels of my hands to massage her firm muscles. Her groans told me it felt good and the precum glistening on the tip of my cock told me it was good for me as well. Finally, I stroked her hips with flat hands and let them roam up to the sides of her breasts. When my fingertips brushed her there, she shivered and giggled.

That seemed like invitation enough, and I knew I was ready for more. I leaned forward all the way, planting my hands beside her shoulders, and kissed the back of her neck. At the same time, I lowered myself so that my cock fell into position between her smooth, warm ass cheeks. Grace groaned happily at the sudden combination and I groaned in response as I felt her smooth skin press against mine. She turned her head a little more toward me and opened her eyes.

“Is this the taking-advantage part of the massage?” she whispered.

“Yes, it is!” I whispered back, flexing my hips to push my cock against her ass.

“Oh, good…” she admitted with a sigh. “I was kind of hoping that would happen!”

“I told you,” I said as I rocked myself against her, “we had to take care of the stress first so we could get to the good stuff!”

“So let’s get to the good stuff!” she said more urgently.

I pushed down with my hands and straightened my body, moving my knees between her legs carefully and settling down onto her ass. She widened her thighs to make room for me and I used one hand to push my cock down lower, tracing its tip down the crack of her ass, along her perineum, and then along the slick line of her pussy. I was dripping precum at that point and her labia were glistening with arousal already, so my progress was smooth and easy. When my crown bumped against her clit, she gasped and shifted her hips, trying to direct me inside.

Knowing it was time, I guided the broad tip of my cock toward her opening and wedged it between her lips, poised for entry. Then I brought my hand back to the bed beside her and pushed myself up. This levered my body across the fulcrum of my cock and it began to sink inside her. Her hips tilted for a better angle and my heart beat faster as her pussy opened up to me, the walls clinging tightly but not impeding my progress. In a few moments, I was buried fully inside her and I laid my chest on her back, savoring the heat and grasp that enveloped me.

“Oh, my God I’ve been missing that!” she moaned, bringing her hands in and lifting her head off the bed to arch herself back against me.

I kissed the point of her shoulder and whispered, “Me, too!” as I nuzzled along toward her neck.

With slow, languid motions I began to draw myself out halfway and then sink back into Grace’s body, her ass providing a perfect cushion as I fucked her young, tight pussy. After a few long, happy minutes, I felt Grace squirming underneath me and focused on what she was doing. I couldn’t quite see, so I lifted my torso off of her and looked down. One arm had come back up to make a cushion for her head and the other was now angled downward beneath her. I grinned, knowing that she was rubbing her clit, and began to pump into her more energetically. Her breath came faster, her lips parting with each thrust and her eyes were tightly shut as she focused on her own pleasure.

There wasn’t much I could do to add stimulation, so I made sure to pull all the way out and then slide forward to fill her completely with each stroke, pausing for just a moment at the bottom to let her feel the fullness inside her. Small sounds escaped her lips each time I did this and the pause let me feel just how busy her fingers were as she occasionally brushed against my balls.

“Grace!” I whispered urgently as I pulled back. “I want you to cum for me!” I finished as I slid inside her again.

She nodded, her brow furrowed with urgent concentration.

“Just keep…doing that!” she gasped.

I groaned in assent and kept my thrusts steady, pushing a little harder to bump against her cervix at the bottom of each stroke. Her fingers flew across her clit and her hips arched up a bit more to give me full access. I smiled as I saw shudders ripple the long, sexy muscles of her back and shoulders. When I was deep inside her, I felt the flutter of her internal muscles begin and began to breathe deeply myself to hold back my own orgasm. She needs it more than I do, I thought wryly to myself as I tried to keep my brain clear.

Beginning the Journey Pt. 05

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Beginning the Journey: Part 5

There was always a nagging doubt in Charles’ mind about his true sexuality. The recent experiences with men from various life and backgrounds should have convincing evidence that he was gay. However, two ‘things’ prevented Charles from openly admitting his gayness.

One of the ‘things’ holding him back was known, defined, real, and that was his family’s attitude to countervailing sexuality. Admitting gayness meant disappointing kith and kin. Charles had not yet found an acceptable solution to that problem. However, this issue was not uppermost in his mind. Rather, he sought to determine what the second ‘thing’ was.

The moment of reveal and understanding came obliquely by way of Charles’ childhood idol and occasional lover, Michael. Concerned that Charles sexual experimentation might leak and lead back to him, Michael suggested to Charles that he grow a beard to as to “allay” any suspicions of his sexuality. The beard was considered a sign of peak manliness, exemplifying such virtues as wisdom, strength, sexual prowess and high social status. Charles was dubious but gave it a shot.

One night, after Charles swallowed Michael’s second load — the first was deep in his arse — the latter offered the former an unusual proposal.

“The beard is a great improvement,” Said Michael, “But there is a way to guarantee no-one will ever discover your true sexuality.”

“Oh, and what would that be?” Asked Charles, taking a swig of water to offset the saltiness of Michael’s seed.

“A marriage of convenience,” Replied Michael confidently.

“A what?”

“It’s simple,” Began Michael, rattling off the particulars like it was a sales pitch, “People that come here on holiday visas, working visas etc., love this land so much that they want to stay permanently. The problem is that the immigration law doesn’t permit it unless that person is married to citizens. These people are willing to pay large sums of money to someone that will ‘act’ as a husband or wife for a time. A legal marriage comes with a marriage visa permitting the holder to live and work here until they are eligible to become citizens in their own right.”

“Is this legal?” Interjected a sceptical Charles.

“It’s a grey area of law,” Replied Michael airily, “The married couple are subject to periodic checks by Immigration, so they have to ensure they project all the trappings of a bona fide marriage.”

“Including having sex?”

“That part’s optional,” Chuckled Michael, “To the world at large, if you enter one of these sham marriages, everyone will assume you are straight, and you’ll have a tax-free money thrown your way.”

“How much money are we talking about?” Asked Charles.

“The desperate will pay anything, but the going rate is five to ten.”

“Thousand?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck!” Exclaimed Charles.

Not that he needed the money as he had a successful career, but that’s a sizeable chunk of coin that would feather the nest. However, the burden of keeping house with a woman for three years would curtail Charles’ sexual endeavours.

“As long as you keep the act up,” Said Michael, anticipating Charles, “You can chase as much cock as you like, discreetly.”

Michael, whose public profile had exploded recently, became a ‘captain of industry’ with a glamorous wife and all the trapping of wealth and celebrity status. He was keen to protect his reputation and could not afford a scandal. Muckrakers and paparazzi might stumble across Michael in a car receiving a blowjob from his friend, and all hell would break loose.

Charles thought his bum chum was paranoid, rightly pointed out that the risk would be eliminated if Michael stopped asking for his sexual services

“I am gay, though,” Explained Michael, “My celebrity life is all for a show, a sham, but I enjoy it and do not want or intend to give it up.”

Given Michael’s meteoric rise to fame, the two saw less of each other, which freed up Charles to experiment with other men in different scenarios. However, the circle open to gay men was small, and word got around and had gotten back to Michael. In any case, Charles was a comparative nobody and given Michael’s profile, he felt sure there were closet gay men all over the place, so why bother with him? It was a question that Michael refused to answer. He simply called Charles when there was an itch to scratch, and Charles dutifully performed.

“Have you fucked your sham wife?” Charles asked.

“On occasion, why?”

“What was it like?”

“I wore an eye mask so I couldn’t see what she was doing. She made me cum, I guess, so there’s that.”

Michael seemed entirely unimpressed with the encounter, and Charles did not press for more detail. The thought of sex with a woman had never entered Charles’ head, let alone envision such an encounter.

“So, back to the topic at hand,” Said Charles, “If I was to agree to such a proposal, do you have someone in mind?”

“Not yet; I wanted to know if you’re interested.”

“Let’s say I am, depending upon my future sham Ankara bayan escort wife.”

“A friend of mine who works for my company, we went to school together, although I doubt you knew him, runs this operation,” Whispered Michael conspiratorially, “I’ll reach out to him.”

“How big is this sham marriage market?” Asked Charles.

“We have more visa holders than we have willing spouses.”

“When will I get the money?”

“As soon as the marriage certificate has been registered,” Replied Michael, “You show my mate the registration, and he hands over the cash, less a modest finder’s fee.”

“Off course,” Laughed Charles, “Okay, tell your man I’m willing to meet.”

Charles was keen to be off as hard cock in his pants needed attention. The two bum chums kissed each other goodbye, and Charles scurried off home for some self-love.

A few weeks passed before Charles received a message from Michael to meet his friend Rudy at the Irish Pub in town at 8 PM and be punctual.

He arrived at the appointed time, grabbed a drink and a table. A certain level of anticipation flowed through Charles as he scanned the pub, looking for Rudy with whom Michael did not describe.

Suddenly, a heavyset, swarthy man slammed a drink onto the table, startling Charles. The man before him looked so powerful that one punch would smash the flimsy table they sat together.

“I’m Rudy, and you are Charles,” Growled the man.

Charles nodded and noted that Rudy held in his giant paw of a hand a plain brown A4 envelope.

“Take a look!”

Charles nervously took the envelope and took out the contents. What greeted him was a parody of a James Bond file. There was a photo of a woman paperclipped to the upper right-hand corner of what looked to be a dossier.

Tonight’s ‘mark’ was Lynn, 30 years old, an Australian who was so desperate to obtain citizenship that she was willing to trust Michael’s fixer with an enormous sum of money to enter into a marriage of convenience. The dossier even contained a contract of payment, terms of marriage and a guaranteed divorce at the end. With such an extensive and detailed paper train, Charles concerns about legality were partially assuaged.

“What happens if an immigration inspection determines our marriage is a sham?” Asked Charles of his table companion nervously.

Rudy looked askance at Charles and looked put out by spending energy explaining the minutiae of sham marriages.

“You want to make sure it happens in the last six months of the marriage,” He snarled, “Because that’s how long the court process takes, on average, to have the marriage annulled and your wife booted back to Australia. In the last six months, she still has a good chance of obtaining citizenship.”

“How many of these sham marriages have been discovered?”

Again, Rudy shrugged his shoulders at having to answer such questions, but he confirmed that all of the marriages he facilitated were successful.

Thus reassured, Charles went back to examining the dossier. There was something intrinsically alluring about Lynn. She had expressive eyes and an expressive mouth. Charles felt no arousal, but a marriage of convenience could work. Another stipulation of the contract required Lynn to move out of London so that she and Charles could be seen together frequently.

Charles agreed to see no downside to the deal, and the gruff Rudy collected the dossier and stuffed it roughly into the envelope. He leaned in to whisper, and Charles was terrified.

“Michael tells me that you like to suck cock?”

Charles stammered that he did.

“Good,” Whispered Rudy, “I want my cock blown.”

Charles was taken aback and, while repelled by this man physically, felt his cock grow in his pants at the thought of some anonymous alleyway action.

“Let’s go,” The monster growled.

Rudy led Charles to a dark corner of the pub car park.

“On your knees,” Rudy whispered as he undid the zipper of his jeans and revealed a giant penis to Charles.

This giant slab of meat in front of Charles’ face was genuinely the largest he had ever seen, and he doubted he could do much with it, either with his mouth or his anus, but he was determined to try. Failure might result in a broken neck.

Grabbing the monster gently by the base, Charles opened his mouth, closed his eyes and took the plunge.

Fuck, Charles thought, as he grappled with this host, my mouth won’t fit around Rudy’s cock. Time had no meaning as he sought a way to accommodate this slab of meat. At best, about one third was achieved without dislocating Charles’ jaw. This seemed to please Rudy, who purred appreciatively.

Charles cupped and tickled Rudy’s balls and felt the sack tighten considerably. He felt a sense of relief that Rudy was receiving some pleasure from Charles struggle and later relaxed and developed a rhythm of sucking on the head, working the shaft with a hand and tongue and playing with the balls.

Rudy appeared to drop his tough-guy act the more Charles pleasured him. A moment of Escort bayan Ankara alarm occurred when he placed a giant hand on Charles’ head, but Rudy gently encouraged Charles in his endeavour.

“What’s your arsehole like?” Asked Rudy softly.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

“Can I try?”

Charles felt powerless to refuse but also intrigued by the thought, so he stood up and unbuckled his jeans by way of surrender.

“Here, let me help you get ready,” Said Rudy by bending Charles over a bin.

Rudy dropped to his knees to Charles’ infinite surprise, parted his cheeks apart, and began gently tonguing Charles’ tight pucker.

As Rudy’s rough tongue danced across his delicate pucker, Charles gasped in surprise and pleasure. Charles cock was aching for attention, and he wanted to touch it but knew that he would probably climax immediately if he did. The joy of being rimmed by this bear of a man was immense and unique.

Next, Rudy switched to fingering Charles’ O-ring, gently loosening up that most intimate holes. Charles hissed initially but quickly relaxed until the second finger went inside, then a third and fourth. Charles controlled his breathing with each additional finger and focused on the pleasure of penetration rather than the momentary discomfort.

“I think you’re ready,” Whispered Rudy.

“Really?” Asked Charles in half disbelief.

“I’ll apply some lubrication to your arse and my cock, and we’ll be ready to try.”

Charles saw Rudy reach into his coat pocket and retrieve a jar of KY Jelly. He applied a liberal amount to his monster cock and them to Charles arsehole. Rudy worked the greasy gel deep inside Charles’ shitter and all around the outside.

“Just relax; this won’t hurt,” Rudy reassured, “But if it does, say so, and I’ll stop.”

This paternalistic demeanour was at sharp odds with that first moment of meeting, and it put Charles in a relaxed frame of mind.

“Then fuck me.”

Charles spread his cheeks apart as far as they would go. Rudy pressed the tip of his cock at the quivering orifice and pressed gently. At first, Charles’ pucker put up too much resistance even to a man as powerful as Rudy. The two both became quickly frustrated by the lack of penetration.

“Push out your anus,” Whispered Rudy, “Like you’re taking a dump.”

Charles did so, and pop, the head of Rudy,s cock breached the resistance. Both men took sharp intakes of breath.

“Shit!” Charles hissed.

“You okay?” Asked a concerned Rudy, whose hands had just gripped Charles’ hip in a vice-like hold.

Escape was impossible, so Charles focussed on relaxing his anus. The generous coating of jelly alleviated the worst of the pain, and, slowly, a feeling of euphoria enveloped Charles. I can do this, he told himself.

“Yeah, keep going,” He told Rudy.

Rudy appeared to be scared witless but, nevertheless, applied more pressure, and to his amazement, Charles’ anus willingly accepted more.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” Rudy hissed.

“I’ve never received anything like you before,” Charles grunted in reply.

“I’ll go slowly,” Assured Rudy as he gently impaled Charles.

Charles felt stretched in a way never before experienced, but he was amazed at how much punishment his anus was taking. His cock was about to burst, however, but, tempting though the thought was, he kept his hands firmly gripping the bin.

Suddenly, the inching stopped.

“That’s about as far as I dare go,” Rudy whispered.

“How far are you in?” Asked Charles through gritted teeth.

“Not even half,” Rudy replied, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

The pressure Charles felt by this oversized intruder was almost too much to bear. Quickly the tension subsided, and he felt at ease with the foreign object embedded in his bowels.

“Go ahead.”

Rudy thrust his cock in and out of Charles’ pucker at the slowest rate possible such was his fear about hurting him. Soon though, he noticed Charles relaxing his anus, and Rudy could plunge deeper and deeper.

Charles was breathing deeply now. He enjoyed the build-up and release of pressure with each thrust. He hissed for a moment when another millimetre of meat plunged deeper into his anus. He felt a sense of satisfaction each time Rudy grunted in pleasure.

Rudy was impressed that this young waif of a man could take so much of his mammoth cock, and with each thrust, a little more meat was accepted. Rudy had applied that much jelly, thinking that Charles could maybe take a quarter of the shaft’s length. He reached for the tub and applied more goo, covering all the sides of his entire length.

“You doing alright, Charles?” Grunted Rudy after he placed the tub back on the bin.

“Keep fucking me,” Whispered Charles, “It feels great.”

Amazed, Rudy kept ploughing Charles’ shitter, but the stress was showing, and Rudy felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building. This was usually the point where he built up the momentum, but he had to keep his rage in check not to hurt Charles’ bottom.

“I’m Bayan escort Ankara going to come soon,” Rudy hissed.

“Fuck me as hard as you want!”

Charles felt no discomfort now, and he appreciated the additional lubrication. His hole could not be stretched any further. So with girth accommodated, Charles felt confident of taking more length.

“Come on, feed me more meat,” He begged of Rudy.

Rudy felt Charles’ anus suddenly accept more length, and with his orgasm rapidly approaching; he began slamming into Charles with reckless abandon.

Charles was uncertain if Rudy intended to come in his arsehole or down his throat. Both alternatives were welcome, so he waited patiently for Rudy’s signal, all the while impressed with his arsehole’s ability to take such punishment. Another first was becoming an anal size queen.

“Here it comes,” Growled Rudy.

Charles braced for a monster orgasm.

Moments later, Rudy jerked violently as he slammed into Charles’ shitter. He had to suppress what would have been a roar of intense volume so as not to attract attention. As it was, they would have been rumbled if someone had been nosing around.

To Charles, Rudy’s climax seemed to last for an eternity. The cock inside his arse continued violently spasming, releasing rope after rope of hot, sticky sperm that bathed him in a warm glow of contentment.

Rudy came back to earth in a flash and gently eased his cock from Charles’ arse. He could not believe just how much length he got inside. This guy, thought Rudy, had done something few men or women had achieved.

Charles felt the exit of Rudy’s cock suddenly and felt an enormous hole in his bung, which stung as the night air wafted across his hole.

“You’re leaking,” Warned Rudy.

Charles felt a river of hot come dribble down the inside of his thigh, and he immediately tried to close his butthole. Simultaneously, he scooped up the dribbling sperm and instinctively brought it to his lips. He thought the taste salty, although not unpleasant as some he had tasted.

Rudy saw this act and ordered Charles to push his sperm of out his arse and into his waiting hand. The instruction had a filthy and depraved feel that both men understood.

Charles pulled his cheeks apart and relaxed his bruised and battered O-ring. Rudy’s sperm trickled from Charles’ bottom in a steady stream.

“Push,” Exhorted Rudy and saw Charles pucker expand to an insane degree, and the last remaining drops of sperm dribbled into Rudy’s cupped palm.

Charles straightened his back and shuffled around to face the hulking Rudy with his jeans and boxer shorts around his ankles.

“How did I do?” He asked expectantly.

“You’ve done something very few people have ever done,” Answered Rudy softly, “You took so much cock. Not all but at least three quarters.”

“Wow!” Charles shone with pride but knew he would be sore for days.

“Shall we drink?” Asked Rudy, offered his sperm-filled palm to Charles.

Charles greedily took the sticky fluid in his mouth but was stunned when Rudy took the second. Then the two men licked Rudy palm for the last of it, their tongues dancing together.

Rudy wiped his hand against his jeans, pulled Charles to him and kissed him roughly. Chales’ level of excitement had raced over eleven and was rapidly approaching twelve; he needed release and could only think of home and privacy of his bedroom.

“Can I take care of that for you?” Asked Rudy, gently taking hold of Charles raging cock.

“I…I don’t normally take anything in return,” Charles stammered, torn between accepting the offer and the tried and true method at home.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“What do you want to do?” Asked Charles, paralysed by indecision.

“That’s up to you,” Rudy said, gently stroking Charles shaft, “You can make me blow you, and you can fuck me. Whatever you want.”

In the end, Rudy decided the matter by dropping to his knees and engulfing Charles’ cock. Charles experienced a sudden rush of excitement as this bear of a man expertly throated his cock. When two fingers roughly penetrated his destroyed hole, Charles lost it and emptied load after load deep down Rudy’s throat.

The fixer was truly satisfied with the events of the evening.

“I’ll bring Lynn here next Monday, 8 PM,” Barked Rudy, who disappeared into the night like a phantom.

Charles pulled up his jeans and noticed that Rudy had left the tub of KY behind. Useful stuff to have, he thought, as he grabbed it and walked home.

****

Rudy delivered Lynn as promised and went over the details of the sham marriage. It was up to the two of them how the wedding would occur, but it had to be before a specific date; otherwise, her visa would expire, and she would be kicked out of the country.

When Rudy left, Lynn and Charles were alone. He felt some instant attraction to her, which he thought was reciprocated. However, they drew up a list of personal boundaries for the sham marriage to work, including an agreement to keep their relationship platonic.

As the weeks ticked by and the more time they spent together visiting family and friends, Charles developed a set of distinctly unfamiliar feelings. He felt a desire and sexual attraction towards Lynn. These feelings intrigued him, but he knew that he had stumbled across the solution to the second ‘thing’.

One More Year Ch. 12

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Jamie’s snoring was no softer after a few hours of sleep, and it seemed unlikely it would stop soon. It hadn’t kept me from getting to sleep, or staying that way, but it became a problem after I woke up.

I’d gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom as the sun started peeking around the edges of the curtains, and I usually would have fallen back into a light doze after that, since it wasn’t a school day. But, loud as Jamie was being, it seemed like that wasn’t an option. I was aimlessly browsing the internet on my phone, when a message from Ellie came through.

[So what are you doing today?]

______________[Dealing with a refugee crisis.]

[?]

______________[Jamie crashed here last night.]

______________[Megan broke up with him.]

[Absolutely shocking! :|]

[Let’s do something with him today]

[Can we hang around your pool?]

______________[I guess.]

[Go wake him up!]

I looked across at the couch, and the lump under the covers that was Jamie. He was just lying there – in his underwear, probably nursing a hangover. That was going to be a weird interaction that I had no desire to start. I didn’t really have a script for that sort of thing.

______________[I would, but I don’t want to.]

[Fine, I’ll do it]

Jamie’s phone began to buzz, and he groaned. His hand reached out to grab it and answer. His voice came out in an annoyed, groggy croak. “What?”

He looked over at me, and I lazily waved, propping myself up on my elbow. I could hear hints of what must have been a very energetic monologue from Ellie, and Jamie didn’t offer many responses, just rubbing his eyes and wincing occasionally.

“I was just going to go home… No… Well, okay, if Jay’s fine with it.”

“I am.” It was getting quite late in the morning already, and I’d already been lying there for a while, unsure what to do about him. At least Ellie being there would break up the day nicely, and make things feel less awkward. And the weather was ideal for swimming – probably one of the last warm days we’d have for a while, once winter started setting in.

“Okay, fine.” He put down the phone, and looked over at me, narrowing his eyes. “Traitor.”

“Sorry.” I grinned, and pushed myself out of bed. “She was insistent.”

“Yeah, that’s Ellie.” He sighed. “My clothes are pretty gross, aren’t they?”

“Yep. I actually had some thoughts about that.” I went over to my closet and grabbed some old swimming trunks, tossing them to him.

“Do I get a shirt?”

“Maybe later. Might be better to deal with your old clothes first.” It only occurred to me after I’d said it that I probably should have just given him one. I was over my crush, but Jamie looked good shirtless – maybe a bit too good. But if we were going to be swimming anyway, it occurred to me that I might as well desensitise myself to his amazing body early in the day.

I went to my kitchen counter and started making a tea for myself while he wriggled under the covers and eventually emerged wearing the swimming trunks. When he walked up to me, I tried not to stare too much at his chest – to stop my eyes from drifting down his toned pecs and onwards to his perfectly flat stomach, with the lightest dusting of hair. I was only mildly successful.

“I don’t have coffee. But I can offer you tea or hot chocolate, if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good. Can I have more water?” He yawned and stretched, causing the lithe muscles of his arms to flex in the most annoyingly pleasing way.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure. Just any of the bottles in the fridge is fine.”

“Thanks.” He leaned down and opened the fridge, and I caught myself watching the play of the muscles of his back as he reached in and out.

Feeling suddenly annoyed at myself, I deliberately focused my attention back on making the tea. It was kind of sleazy to be checking Jamie out like this anyway, but more than that, I was just getting tired of cute guys with great bodies turning my brain into sap. I fished the teabag out of my cup, threw it away, and added the milk. Then I left the tea on the counter.

“Come on,” I said curtly, heading over to the glass door and opening it.

He took a gulp of water, and set the bottle down on the table before walking over to join me. “Whatsup?”

“Grab that.” I indicated the plastic bag that contained his puke-spattered shoes and clothes.

He delicately lifted the bundle up. “Fucking gross.”

“Yep. Follow me.” I stepped back inside, and led him through the door that led into the main house, which went via the laundry room at the back of the garage. I grabbed the detergent and fabric softener from the cabinet where we kept them, and put the appropriate amount in the machine, turning the dial to the right setting.

“Okay, I’m going to leave the room while you do that. Because that seems like a you-problem.” I gestured at his clothes. “Put those in there, and push that start button.”

“Cool.”

“Then just bring the shoes outside, and we’ll hose them down.”

“Gotcha.”

I Ankara escort cleared some space around the storm-drain outside, and set the hose up. Jamie came out a few minutes later and tumbled the shoes out onto the ground. While he bunched up the bag and went to throw it away, I blasted them with high water pressure, trying to get them from every angle. When he got back, I paused, and let him inspect them.

“Okay, we’re good.” He nodded.

I let him figure out where to hang them, and quickly went to unlock the gate for when Ellie showed up. Then I made my way back into my room, grabbed some swimming shorts, and went into my bathroom to change. I washed my face and put on some deodorant, but resisted the urge to fiddle with my hair.

By the time I’d grabbed my tea and made my way outside again, Ellie was there, sitting at the metal table with Jamie. She was dressed in a long, flowy sarong and had a large floppy hat with a dark pair of sunglasses. It looked like a thoroughly planned outfit, to be honest – it made me fairly sure that her holiday itinerary had always involved lounging around my pool.

“Morning Jay.” She beamed cheerfully as I sat down with them. “I’m just hearing about Jamie’s glamorous and oh-so-surprising evening.”

“Morning.” I grinned. Jamie already looked exhausted.

She turned her attention back to him. “Are you going to try to patch things up with her?”

“Hah, no.” Jamie glanced over at me. “That’s probably not an option now.”

“Why?”

“Just a feeling I got.”

“Okay,” Ellie shrugged. “Should we go swimming?”

“That’s it?” Jamie asked. “You’re not going to give me a hard time about it?”

“Jamie.” She sighed. “If I picked apart all your poor life choices, we’d be graduating already. From university.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, well…. I’m getting in the pool.” She reached into a large satchel that was hanging off her chair and pulled something out. “Here’s sunblock if you guys need it.”

Ellie stripped down to her bikini, carefully folding the sarong and placing it and the sunglasses back in her bag, and setting the hat down delicately on the table. Jamie and I both took a bit of sunblock and covered our shoulders and faces, while Ellie made her way into the water.

“It’s so cold!” she shouted.

“Yeah, it’s not really summer any more.” I stepped up to the edge. “It was chilly out here last night. But it’ll warm up.”

I braced myself and waded in, flinching as the cold reached ever higher on my legs. Once the waterline got to my thighs, I took a deep breath and plunged forward, earning an undignified squeak from Ellie as a few droplets of water flew in her direction. She didn’t really have time to direct her anger at me, because a few seconds later Jamie took a running jump and dived in with a huge splash.

“I really had something more relaxing in mind.” She glared at Jamie darkly when he resurfaced, brushing back a strand of her now-damp hair.

“Well then you shouldn’t hang out with guys.” He grinned.

“If only I had other options.” She turned around slowly in the water to face him. “So, tell me what happened with Megan.”

“I thought that was too good to be true. Here comes the grilling.”

“I’m not grilling you. I just want to know.” Ellie shrugged. “Caitlyn was there. I suppose I could just ask her for her version, if you don’t want to tell me. That’s always fun.”

“Fine!” He splashed a bit of water in her direction, but she laughed and dodged back just in time. He slowly started walking her through his night, and ended up giving her a slightly more coherent and detailed summary of the evening than the one he’d given me earlier. I suppose it helped that he was sober now.

For her part, Ellie didn’t get judgemental or sarcastic – she just let him finish, with a contemplative look on her face. “At least you didn’t get punched in the face.”

“I know, right?” Jamie said with a broad smile. “I have a nice face.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, and turned to me. “Should we eat? It’s nearly lunchtime.”

“We could order a pizza.”

“You’re always ordering pizzas. I’m so tired of pizza.” She sighed.

“There’s a grill out here.” Jamie shrugged. “We could do hamburgers or kebabs or something.”

“That seems fun,” Ellie said. “Jay?”

“Yeah, I guess. We’ll need to go grocery shopping though.”

“Okay, let’s do it!” Ellie said excitedly. “I’m going to get out. Jamie, look away.”

“Why?”

“If you must know, my nipples are probably on full display, and I don’t want you staring at them.”

“Oh,” Jamie quickly turned around. “But why didn’t you want Jay to turn around too?”

Ellie and I laughed.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.” I grinned, and swam over to Jamie, turning to face away from Ellie with him.

She grabbed her bag off the chair and went into the bathroom to change, while Jamie and I finished drying off. I grabbed a shirt from my closet for him to wear to the shops, and tossed it at him. While we were waiting Ankara escort bayan for Ellie, he and I went through to the laundry room to grab his wet clothes out of the washing machine and toss them into the dryer. I paused, once they were in. “Do you think these are safe to machine dry?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“Well, I guess we’ll see.” I pressed the button and the machine rumbled to life.

Jamie and Ellie made their way towards my car, and I grabbed my phone on my way out. I saw that I had a message from Louis, so I quickly typed out my response while I closed doors behind me and headed out to the street.

[Hey. What are you doing today?]

______________[Hanging out with Jamie and Ellie.]

______________[Why? Did you want to do something.]

[Ah, no. Was just checking.]

[Have a great day!]

______________[Thanks. You too. :)]

Ellie was leaning casually against the passenger side door when I got there. I grinned, and handed my keys to Jamie, hopping in the back. It was kind of nice being driven to places again, and it’s not like I wanted to control the music anyway. I was happy to sit in the back, as if I had a chauffeur. Jamie was also a good driver, and I was perfectly comfortable letting him drive my car. And we were about the same height, so he never adjusted my seat or mirrors.

We parked and made our way into the shops, which was a calm and lazy activity. Or at least it had been, until Ellie – a few steps ahead of us – went around the corner into the next aisle, immediately stopped, and walked back towards us, a horrified look on her face.

“Oh shit!” she hissed, grabbing our arms to stop us, her eyes wide.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s Gary.”

“That Gary?” I manoeuvred myself to the end of the aisle, so that I could casually glance discreetly through the gaps in the shelves.

“Yeah.” Ellie bit her lip.

I peeked through the gap, and saw the guy she was talking about. Dark hair, great body, dressed like a skater, in baggy shorts and a loose tank top. Kind of cute, but I couldn’t say that in front of Jamie. Go Ellie, though.

“Go talk to him,” Jamie said.

“Don’t be insane.” Ellie looked into the silvery, reflective side of a box of coffee capsules. “I’m not even wearing makeup. And I have pool-hair.”

“Pool hair?” I asked.

“It’s a thing.”

“You look fine.” Jamie said.

“Fine?” She raised an eyebrow.

I turned to face her. “You look great. Summery. Casual.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Go talk to him.”

“Okay.” She quickly adjusted her hair and examined her face in her improvised coffee-box mirror. “Okay. You guys go to the meat aisle, and I’ll come find you.”

“Why?” Jamie asked.

“Just go.” She hissed. “I’m not walking up to Gary with two random guys in my wake.”

“Wow. Your friendship means a lot to me too.” I said, and Jamie snickered.

“You know what I mean.” She took a deep breath, and then adopted a very casual pose – much more calm and collected than she’d been a second ago – before striding away from us around the corner. I looked through the gap again, and saw her approach the guy and start talking.

“Come on.” I chuckled, heading back down the aisle we’d just come from.

“Cool.” Jamie shrugged. “Wait, I want to grab an energy drink. I’ll meet you there in a sec.”

“Okay.”

He handed me the basket, and I slowly made my way to the meat aisle. I had another vaguely nostalgic moment, like the one I’d had the night before, remembering how the two of them had dragged me to Caitlyn’s party and then ditched me within a half-hour. This, at least, was a much better place to be on my own.

I turned the corner into the meat aisle – it was a Monday morning, so the shop was relatively quiet. There was only one other person there – a girl, with curly blonde hair. As I approached, she looked up at me, and I felt a shock run through me as I recognised her face. It was Jessica.

If I thought I’d been surprised, it probably paled in comparison to her reaction. Her eyes went wide, and her face drained of colour. She didn’t say anything to me – we were still too far apart – but she turned away from me and in a few seconds, she’d paced down to the other side of the aisle and disappeared around the corner.

I froze, wondering if I’d done anything weird as I saw her. That reaction seemed a bit extreme, given that she and I hadn’t even really talked since the whole thing with her kissing Eric happened. I certainly didn’t feel like I had said anything bad enough to make her outright flee from me in public.

I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see Jamie, energy drink in-hand.

He nodded to me as he approached. “So what’s up with you and Ellie lately?”

“What do you mean?” I frowned, my mind still mostly on Jess’s weird reaction to seeing me.

“I don’t know. You’re both acting different. Are you guys like dating or something?”

I tilted my head. “You think that we’re dating, and I’m sending Escort Ankara her off to flirt with other guys?”

“Oh, shit. Right. My bad.” He laughed. “Maybe you guys are poly or something. I don’t know.”

I smiled and shook my head. “We’re not dating. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “The nipple thing, earlier. She’s also been talking about you a lot lately.”

“Really? What has she said?”

“Uh, just stuff like ‘I’m looking after Jay’ or telling me to ‘Be nice to Jay’.”

I groaned. “Ugh, that’s so fucking patronising.”

“Yep. That’s Ellie.” He smiled. “So, something up with you?”

“No,” I said automatically, then corrected myself, remembering that I had already told him the day before that something was going on with me. “Well, yes, but it’s nothing serious. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Ah, okay.” He went quiet, and we began to walk along the fridges in silence, trying to settle on what we’d be getting for today’s lunch. Neither of us made any suggestions to the other.

It wasn’t long before Ellie came around the corner, her footfalls a lot heavier than usual, her brow slightly furrowed. “You guys still haven’t decided on anything?”

“Nope. How’d it go?” Jamie asked.

“Fine. None of your business.” She glanced at me, and then back to Jamie. “We need a basting sauce. Please go and get one. Just barbecue flavour is fine.”

“But-“

“Now, Jamie.” She gave him a pointed stare.

“Jesus, fine.” He set off.

When he’d gotten around the corner, Ellie turned to me. “He’s here with Jess.”

“Gary?”

“Yes!” She stomped her foot. “What the hell? Does she plan to go through every guy someone else is interested in, until everyone hates her?”

“Well, calm down. Did they look like they were dating?”

She sighed. “I don’t know… Not really. But she looked odd. Like she’d seen a ghost.”

“We ran into each other a few minutes ago.”

“Oh my. What’d you say to her?”

“Nothing.” I shrugged. “She just saw me and basically ran.”

“Ugh. Well, whatever. I’m so tired of her. Come on – let’s choose some meat and get the hell out of here.” Ellie wasn’t the kind of person who dithered over choices, so picking up the rest of our list wasn’t hard.

She seemed to be in a bad mood, and that really improved the efficiency of her decision-making. Jamie rejoined us, and soon we’d gotten everything we needed, checked out and climbed back into the car to head home. The trip was fairly quiet without Ellie’s chatter.

Once I’d dragged out the bag of charcoal and some firelighters, and set all the meat out on a dish, Jamie happily took over, setting up and lighting the fire. The three of us sat with our feet in the pool, watching it catch. When it looked ready, Jamie got up to start cooking. I was a little annoyed – every guy thinks he’s the only one who knows how to grill. But I didn’t say anything, because I was more grateful than irritated – it wasn’t like I wanted to do any of the work.

Ellie and I continued to sit around and lazily chat. At one point, she was contemplating Jamie’s back as he worked the grill. “I’m kind of into it when he takes charge.”

“Really? I kind of prefer it when he goes with the flow.” I settled back, grinning across at her. “So Jamie’s in, Gary’s out?”

“Yeah, I’m not getting involved with the constantly evolving disaster that is Jamie, thanks. I love him as a friend, but that boy has no idea what he wants,” she said in a low voice. Then she groaned in frustration. “But I’m not even sure about Gary now. What the hell was he doing there with Jess, anyway?”

“No idea.”

“Sorry. I know it sucks to mention her, after all that stuff with-“

“I’m seriously fine.”

“Right.” She sighed. “I just… What happened with Eric was shitty. Shitty of him, of course, and I know Gary isn’t necessarily Eric, but now we sort of know she’s the kind of girl who’d kiss someone else’s boyfriend without a second thought. And that makes me worry, you know?”

The topic wasn’t making me feel great. I nodded glumly. “I do.”

“Sorry.” She flinched, seeing my expression. “I shouldn’t really be bringing up Eric and Jess right now. I won’t say one more word about them.” She looked up, and I followed her gaze to see Jamie was moving towards us.

“One more word about who?”

“None of your business.” Ellie smiled pleasantly.

“Fine.” Jamie scratched the back of his neck, and gestured over at the grill with the pair of tongs he was holding. “Anyway, food’s ready.”

“Great.” I got up, and held out my hand to help Ellie.

We’d gone a bit overboard while shopping, so there was a lot more food than we needed for just the three of us. Jenny – my younger stepsister – was also home for the school holidays, so I went inside to tell her she could join us, and she shyly came out, grabbed a few things and went back inside.

My mom arrived a bit later as well, having picked up the twins from daycare. They enthusiastically ate and then rushed off to go get changed to swim – they weren’t going to let us have all the fun. After the arduous process of squeezing the wriggling toddlers into their swimming costumes, dousing them in sunscreen and putting flotation armbands on them, my mom gratefully left us to babysit and retreated to her room.

The Rent is Due

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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“What the fuck is this?” I screamed as I shook the notice at him. “Danny how come you haven’t paid the rent. It says we owe five thousand dollars. That’s five months of rent. What the fuck have you been doing? I’m working two waitress jobs and I know you’ve been roofing all summer. We should be flush with cash!”

“We are Missy, we are.” He replied defiantly.

“Then why haven’t you paid the rent? What the fuck is going on?”

I haven’t paid the rent because we don’t have to. You can ignore that notice, nothin’s gonna happen. I promise.” He reached up and tried to touch my cheek. I pulled away. Sometimes this would work to calm me and then we end up in bed screwing our brains out. But not this time. I was TOO angry!

“Seriously, that little pencil dick of a landlord aint gonna do anything. He a little mouse. He’s here all the time, mowing the lawn, clipping the bushes. And he cant keep his eyes off you when you’re home. I see him staring at your ass. If he makes a fuss just bat your eyes at him, give him a wink and flash a little boob. He’ll probably run home and squirt. We’re good. I promise. He aint gonna do nothin.”

“Then why did he send us a Late Rent Notice? Smart ass. Of course, he’s gonna do something. He’s gonna kick us out. This a great place. A little cottage out in the woods, away from people, no neighbors, no bullshit. This is paradise and you’re gonna fuck it up.

“That little shit aint gonna do nothin. He’s 70 if he’s a day and a strong wind could blow him away. He’s a panzy.”

“I don’t know, I think you’re playing with fire. He’s tougher than he looks. I saw him tear out a small tree with his bare hands, last month. And he’s a quiet one. Those are the ones you got watch out for. I know, it’s the benefit of waiting on tables, I get to see all kinds. If we’ve got the money, we should pay him and say sorry. I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to look him in the face ever again. This isn’t how I was raised.”

“Fuck that, he’s not gonna do shit.”

“You got it all figured out do you. This notice says legal action will follow. That means eviction, I don’t want to get evicted! You’re gonna make us homeless. Is that what you want Mr. Smartypants? You’re playing with fire. You’re an asshole…!” I had to slow down. I was getting too worked up. I needed to make sure this wasn’t going to get my juices flowing or I would fall for Danny’s bullshit and jump his bones. “I’m calling Mr. Bauer and apologize. I’ll tell him we’ll pay up. We’ve got the money, right? You said we’re flush, how much do we have?”

“No fucking way, you’re not calling him. Screw him!”

Danny was furious, but I read something else in his face. “Wait! What are you telling me, what are you NOT saying? Do we have the money or not?”

“No, no we don’t! How do you think we paid for that trip to the Coast?” You said you had a good time, am I right?”

“Don’t put this on me, you asshole. I wouldn’t have agreed to go if I’d known you hadn’t covered the bills. Besides the trip didn’t cost anywhere near five grand. Where’s the money, where the fuck is the money?”

“I kind of spent it, well not really, I kind of lost it at the casino. Those dealers are cheats.”

“Sure, it’s everyone else’s fault. You’re a child, grow up, this shit has consequences.”

“I don’t see it, the worst that’s gonna happen is we move. There’s other houses out there.”

“Fuck off, I’m calling Mr. Bauer. I’m gonna lay it out and hope he understands. I guess I’ll have to take on more shifts. I’m not moving. I like it here. But you, you might be done, I’ve had it, you might just be out on your ass.”

“Ah come on babe, lets go to bed, we’ll work this out. Come on.”

God, how I wanted to fuck, he had a point. When he got me this angry I was horny as hell. What is wrong with me? The angrier I get the hornier I get. I wanted to fuck, I just didn’t want to fuck him. My panties were soaking, my nipples were hard and the muscles in my thighs were quivering. I was so hot and I needed sex.

“I know you want it. I’ll go down on you. Lick you pussy until you cant stand it, then I’ll rim you. I know you like that. Remember the last time, you squirted so much you almost drowned me. Come on babe, I’ll stick my tongue deep into your ass. You know you want it, I know you want it. You’re squirming like a kid needin to pee. You can even pee on me.”

“You’re fucking right I want it, but not from you.”

“Don’t you want your little Mexicano. At that he ripped open his shirt and and pushed out his chest, emblazoned with a tattoo of the Mexican flag.

“I need a man, not a weasel. Maybe I should go to a biker bar. Get some real dick, not your little burrito. I’ll admit you’re pretty good with that tongue but there’s more. LOTS more! You’re a shithead.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Danny yelled as a set of headlights swept past our kitchen window. Crunching gravel signalled Ankara escort a car was pulling into the driveway. Although it was only 8 PM, the winter night was jet black and the high-tech blue lights cut through the inkiness with laser intensity.

I pulled aside the curtain and watched as three men stepped from a Mercedes SUV. Two of the men were huge and dressed entirely in black. The man that stepped from the front passenger seat was smaller but carried himself with confidence. His walk was familiar, but I couldn’t make out his face. The driver clicked a key fob and the headlights turned off. I was now night blind and couldn’t make out anything more than rough shapes.

“Holy shit, it’s old man Bauer,” yelled Danny. “Who the fuck does he have with him?” There was an uneasiness in his voice.

Anxiety replaced my horniness. I was frozen in place when a loud knock got me moving toward the door. “Just a minute,” I called out nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny stand up. Chest puffed out, attempting to look masculine but appearing as pathetic as banty rooster.

Mr. Bauer stood there dressed in a gray suit and a red tie. He looked distinguished and in charge. Not at all how Danny had described him just moments ago. And not anything I’d ever seen him like before. Every time he came around the property, he wore cargo shorts, work boots and camo t-shirts. It got to be that I thoughts those were the only clothes he owned. But now, wow! They say the clothes make a man, never have truer words been spoken. Without saying a word, you knew Mr. Bauer OWNED the room. Although almost four decades older than me I felt drawn to him. Right then and there I wanted him like I’ve never wanted another man. He might be older but I’m sure his dick worked, and he knew how to use it. I almost came right there on the spot.

“May we come in?” The question was rhetorical, there was no way I could refuse him. I nodded my headed dumbly, not trusting my voice.

His companions entered the room about one second behind him. They were huge and black. Not just dressed in black, but their skin was black and shiny as crude oil. They were also huge. The one on his right stood a tad over six foot. His hair was a wild collection of deadlocks and his, was stretched across a 50-inch chest. There was a yellow X and green triangles embroidered above his left pectoral muscle. It was a flag of some kind. I’ve seen that somewhere but couldn’t recall. Some where in the Caribbean. The other man was thinner but not by much and almost a foot taller. He wore his hair was in small tight braids, not corn rows but similar. Something like you might see in National Geographic. His polo shirt had some type of tribal logo embroidered on it. Neither man said a word, but they exuded an aura of menace. Definitely no one to fuck with.

“Mr. Bauer…Mr. Bauer we were just talking about you,” squeaked Danny. “Wasn’t that right Missy?”

“Mr. Bauer, I want to apol…apolo…apologize,” I stammered.

“I see you got my letter,” he said as he picked up the document from the kitchen table.

“I’m really really sorry, I truly am, please don’t throw us out. Please.” My emotions were running amok. I wanted to fuck this man and would even fuck his buddies if it meant I could stay in the little cottage. I loved it here. But I was mad at myself for sounding so pathetic, so weak. I wanted to sound strong, sound confidant. I also hated Danny more than I ever thought possible, for putting me in this spot. Me, not us, because I knew after tonight there would be no more us.

“I’m sure we will work something out, mater-of-fact I positive. I’m positive all will be resolved by the end of the evening,” Mr. Bauer said.

“Would you like some coffee? We’ve got a Kuerig machine, I could make some right away, it wont take a minute. Maybe your friends would like some. Where are my manners?” I blurted out as I turned to the two men.

“No thank you. And that reminds me I guess I’ve misplaced my manners as well. Please meet my two associates.” His voice was business like. He pointed to the tall one. “This is Mr. Kenyatta, and this is Mr. Jamaica.”

Kenyatta, with a thick English accent nodded his head and said, “Evening mate.”

Jamaica parroted his friend and said, “Evening mon” and then turning to me he said “…and mum.”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Danny barked nervously. “Are those real names?”

I wanted to scream “shut up, shut the fuck up.” But I held my tongue. Let Danny dig his own grave.

“Maybe we should sit?” Mr. Bauer said. Again, the question is rhetorical.

“Yes, yes, please,” I said, while reaching for a chair. As I did so he placed a hand on mine. My knees almost buckled.

“Everything will be alright, we’re all adults here, calm down, by the time we leave here everything will be resolved.”

If he was saying it, I believed him, I just wonder what kind of an arrangement would be worked out. As I sat, I could Ankara escort bayan feel pussy juices running down my leg.

Bauer ran his hand over the table top. His finger traced the grain of the wood. “Nice table, is it oak? Maybe maple, it seems solid, well built, is it new?”

What the fuck, why was he asking about the furniture? I stammered, “yes it’s new, it’s oak.”

“I thought so…I should start by saying, I wish we didn’t have to be here.”

“Mr. Bauer, works been slow, we just got behind a little,” Danny interjected.

Bauer raised a hand and said, “stop talking.”

Danny did as he was told.

“You see” Bauer continued. “I have many business interests. This little house is only one of those. You know what, I will have a cup of coffee.”

When I heard this, I jumped to my feet.

“Relax Melissa, I can make it. Please sit.” He stood as he said this and then took three steps to the Keurig maker. “As I was saying I have many investments. Matter-of-fact, I own a part of the company Danny’s boss runs. So, I know how busy you were this summer and still are, thanks to a mild winter. Don’t lie to me again, its disrespectful and I am very big on respect.”

I watched his back as he continued. I was intrigued and surprised by his mild manner.

“Mr. Kenyatta and Mr. Jamaica work in my entertainment division.”

“They look more like boxers, than entertainers,” Danny said sarcastically.

What is wrong with him, he doesn’t know when to shut up, I thought.

“No… not boxers, although some might call them wrestlers when you see their performances,” Bauer continued.

The big men laughed in unison as this was said.

I snickered as well, to hide my nervousness. What was Bauer talking about?

“They are adult entertainers, as in porno.” Bauer continued.

With his back still to us he asked, “when was the last time you sucked a dick?”

“She’s not sucking anybody’s d…” Danny jumped out of his chair.

Danny never got to finish his statement. Mr. Kenyatta’s hand shot out like a snake and punched him in the throat. Danny crumpled to the floor. He wiggled around like a gulping fish. I was frozen in place. My mind was spinning. Was I gonna have to suck everybody’s dick, or just Bauer’s? I’ve heard black dick is big, but I’ve never had it. Would I choke? Would they leave me on the floor, like Danny?

Bauer turned toward me. I searched for my answer in his eyes, but they were blank. While still looking at me he said, “Mr. Kenyatta… please put him back in his chair.”

Kenyatta did as he was told and then he crouched down eye-to-eye with Danny. Kenyatta then grabbed Danny’s cheeks and squeezed them together, like you might a child. In a growl Kenyatta said “He wasn’t talking to her… he was talking to you. Answer the man.” Kenyatta then let go of Danny’s face.

“I…I …I don’t do that.”

“You will tonight.” Bauer’s tone was stern and there was no arguing with him.

“Did I hear that right, are they gonna make Danny suck cock, for the rent? What about me?” I was seeing a whole new side of Bauer, a side I never even dreamed of.

“I…I wont.”

As I was trying to process all of this Bauer nodded to Kenyatta. The big man grabbed Danny, threw him up in the air, like a party favor and then slammed him face down into the table. Like a flash Mr. Jamaica dove for Danny’s legs, pulled a zip tie from a pocket and cinched it around his Achilles tendon. Until my dying day I will never forget the sound that tie made as it zipped around the table leg. Then the next one, zip, zip. Kenyatta did the same to Danny’s wrist on the opposite side of the table. They’d obviously done this before.

Bauer walked up and put a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. We wont hurt you.”

“We….we…” I quivered.

“No one will hurt you. These men shoot gay porn, gay rape porn, they’re not interested in you, I assure you.”

I looked up and read his face. He was telling the truth. I then heard a door slam and realized the black men were gone. “Where’d they go?”

“Out to the car, to get some gear, cameras, lights, boom mike, you know.”

“No, I don’t.” I really didn’t. I had watched porn but didn’t know what went on behind the scenes. I guess I never really thought about it.

“You can’t do this, you can’t… why…why me?” Danny cried as he squirmed against his restraints.

“You really are a dumb fuck,” Bauer said. “This is all about respect. In my book lying is disrespectful. You lied to me, you lied to Melissa. Tonight, you will pay for your sins. You will be disrespected in all sorts of ways. These guys are gonna fuck you like a piece of street meat, and they’re gonna film the whole thing. Then we’ll sell it. That’s what you get for not paying your bills.” He paused, “I really hate using the word fuck, its so vulgar, but that’s the only thing we can call this.”

Bauer squeezed my shoulder again, his way of reminding Escort Ankara me I was safe. “Breathe,” he said softly. It was then that I realized I had been holding my breath. I sighed and felt my lungs empty of air, then fill, then empty. In, out, in, out, in, out I reminded myself.

As Bauer finished talking the men returned to the kitchen with the equipment, all in hard-shell cases. Jamaica handed Bauer a clip board.

Bauer then walked in front of Danny and cut the tie on his right wrist.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, I knew you weren’t gonna do this, this was all to scare us into paying, we’ll pay, I’ll pay, I learned my lesson, I promise I’ll pay.” Danny was shaking the wrist to get the blood flowing and weeping with relief.

As Danny was doing this Bauer handed the clipboard to me, along with a pen. A small yellow sticky tab read SIGN HERE. I looked at and immediately understood what it was. I signed on the line that read WITNESS. Bauer smiled and took both items from me. He then handed them to Danny. “I need your signature,” Bauer commanded.

“Anything, I’ll sign anything. Can you cut me loose?”

“Just sign the damn thing, and do it right, this is a legal document. Take your time.” Bauer guided Danny’s hand to the spot next to another sticky tab.

When Danny was done he handed the clipboard back to me. “Is that his signature?”

“It’s close enough,” I said as I watched Kenyatta replaced the zip ties with duct tape.

“What are you doing, I signed a release. You promised,” Danny whined.

“Do you want to tell him?” Bauer asked me.

“Sure thing, I’d love to.” I paused and thought about the best way to explain it. “Danny, you signed a consent form, you consented to being in an adult film. Do you hear me? You consented and I witnessed your consent. Good luck.” I looked up as Mr. Jamaica took out a knife and cut Danny’s jeans off. He squirmed and whined like the baby he was.

Bauer handed me a camera and guided me behind Danny. I zoomed in on the puckered starfish that was my soon to be ex’s asshole. A poop chute that I was sure would never be the same. As this thought entered my mind Jamaica smeared a thick paste into the crack. Bauer then guided my free hand to the left check. “Push it in,” he whispered into my ear. “Just one finger, lube him up. Go slow, we have all night.”

“Missy no, please…please no.”

Danny’s begging was a turn on. I was getting wet again, I grinned and swayed my hips. I pressed my bottom back into Bauer’s crotch. I felt his hard-on grind against the skirt of my diner uniform. He didn’t say a thing and a little thrill went up my spine. “Middle finger, do it,” Bauer ordered. I smeared the goo around the rosebud, and felt it squish through my fingers. I stare at Danny’s pathetic balls, shriveled and his cock so small it looked like it was trying to climb back into his body. How pathetic. I pushed my finger inside him, but only as deep as the first knuckle. “No, no” Danny whimpered and tried to pull away. But the restraints held. I slid the finger in deeper. His butt tightened and I pushed deeper. A pulse ran through my body. Is this what a Dominatrix feels, this power, this power over a man, the power to violate him.

I pulled away from Bauer and ground my swollen clit against Danny’s thigh. I started the slide my finger in and out, in and out. The rush was immense, so much so that I almost dropped the camera. Kenyatta took it from me and Bauer whispered, “good girl.” But I wasn’t. I wasn’t a good girl, I was a bitch hurting the man I lived with for five years, but I was now angry. Angry that I’d wasted half a decade with this piece of shit. He deserved everything he got. I squeezed his leg with my clenched thighs as I finger fucked his asshole. I was dry humping him as the finger slid in and out at an ever quickening pace.

“Stop,” commanded Bauer. “Look…he likes it. Look at this.” He was pointing under the table, at Danny’s engorged cock and swollen ball sack.

“No, no I don’t, please stop, please.”

“I’m getting really tired of that noise,” I said to no one in particular.”

Bauer reached down between my legs. His hand on my cotton shrouded womanhood. “Hmmmmmmmmmm” he purred. “Now put two fingers in him.”

“Only if you put two fingers in me.”

“Later my pet. You’ll get that and a whole lot more.”

There was no arguing with him. I complied as Jamaica seared more lube in Danny’s crack. Bauer stroked my clit with the same tempo, as I fucked Danny. If I went faster, he went faster, if I slowed, he slowed. After three minutes I couldn’t handle it anymore and my body spasmsed with an orgasm as I thrust my fingers deep into Danny ass. He howled in pain and I screamed in ecstasy. Bauer wrapped his other arm around me as my legs threatened to give out. His other hand cupped me and encased the space between my thighs. My cunt juices perfumed the air.

“You did well, Melissa, very well. Now step back and see what you’ve done. Look at the floor.”

I saw lines of sperm on the linoleum. Danny had busted a nut.

“Ya mon, he like it. He really like it,” Jamaica commented.

“No, I don’t.” But there was no denying it, here was the evidence.

I had mixed emotions about that, but my thoughts were again interrupted by Bauer.

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He inhaled the musty hot steam, then leaned back on the bench and tried to relax. He wanted to shut his eyes, but the person facing him seemed to be watching. He discreetly stared at the man’s towel, and felt immediately embarrassed. Why did he feel such a strong curiosity? Why was he so willing to convey his curiosity, even to strangers?

He definitely liked girls, and didn’t actually think guys were attractive. But he had this weird quirk, or at least he thought it was. He was intrigued by cock and yearned to be flashed, but he wasn’t sure if seeing a man’s cock would be enough.

He rubbed his face as he caught himself staring at the bottom edge of the guy’s towel again. Why? Why did he feel this strange need?…And what did this guy’s cock look like?

He glanced down again, then sat up trying to clear the thought from his head. He eyed the misty steam-cloud floating below the ceiling, then refocused as the man caught his attention by adjusting his towel. His eyes immediately diverted to the opening in the front, and he stared with his mouth unconsciously open as he eyed the suddenly unhidden protrusion underneath.

He quickly met the man’s eyes and inhaled, then flushed with embarrassment at being caught. He wanted to offer an excuse or apology, but all he could do was stare wide-eyed and sigh.

The man smiled as his legs spread just enough to open the front again, and he glanced twice, fighting his desire to study the intriguing package no longer hidden underneath. He felt his breathing intensify as the man gave him the private show, and he gave up trying to hide his obvious curiosity, and stared.

“You’re going to make me hard.”

He stiffened at the seemingly disembodied words, then inhaled as he realized the man was talking to him.

“Would you like to see that?”

He felt his mouth salivate. He wanted nothing more, but he couldn’t bring himself to say. How could he? He wasn’t sure what would happen…or how he’d feel if he gave in to the curiosity.

He raised his stare, then felt his breathing quicken as he fought his desire to watch the man’s penis grow.

“It’s alright. You can look.”

His eyes glanced from the man’s eyes, to his growing penis, then back again.

“It’s rather flattering.”

He swallowed hard as his mouth filled with saliva. Did he really want to do what he was thinking?

The man’s penis flexed as it hardened and he inhaled audibly.

“Did you ever see one before?”

He raised his widened stare and the man smiled. “Did you ever touch one?”

Did the man just give him permission? His curiosity grew as fast and hard as the intriguing package he was unable to stop studying.

“Do you want to touch one?”

Except for his intense breathing, he didn’t dare move. He was afraid to answer for fear of the truth, and afraid to deny for fear the opportunity would pass.

“You’re very shy and submissive. And I’m finding that very sensual.”

He exhaled as he continued staring at the hard cock curving up so invitingly toward his mouth, and the thought made him salivate in anticipation of turning the fantasy into reality.

“Are you hard?”

He squeezed his legs tightly together as his swollen cock begged to spring free. Could the man hear his breathing…see him salivating? Would he know what he was fantasizing about by the watery sound of him swallowing?

The man chuckled, then flexed his cock again and he felt his head move in responsive rhythm.

“Are you going to masturbate about this, later?”

His eyes widened. He was absolutely going to masturbate about this. He stiffened and slid back as the man stood and stepped toward him, then pressed the front of his towel as he stared at him.

“Stand up and just brush against the towel. You won’t be touching anything.”

Should he? Did he dare? He looked up and the man reached for his arm and guided him to stand.

“Put your arms by your sides and maybe we’ll bump into each other.”

He inhaled. He wanted nothing more, than help with the next move…well maybe one thing more. He wanted Ankara bayan escort to feel something he only fantasized about…and feeling one had been his masturbation fantasy for quite some time. But what would happen if he felt it? What would the man expect?

He gasped as the man’s hard penis bumped into his wrist and he stared into the man’s eyes.

“See…no harm.” The man inhaled. “Sit if you don’t want to accidently bump any more. Stay standing if you might want to again.”

He didn’t move, and the man pressed more intently into his arm.

His heart raced at how hard it felt, and he raised his hand, hoping he could innocently increase the contact.

“Shut your eyes.”

His eyes widened as he met the man’s stare.

“Shut them. It’s alright. I promise.”

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew if he did, he would probably take a step toward a fantasy he hoped would remain only a fantasy, his entire life. But the desire… He wanted this fantasy more than any other.

“Sit if you want me to stop.”

He shut his eyes and remained standing.

“Don’t be afraid. This is what gyms are for.”

He flinched as the man took his hand, then inhaled as he touched the towel…and his heart raced as he felt its edge. “Go ahead. I won’t tell.”

He extended his arm between the towel edges, then gasped as the back of his hand grazed the something he hoped he’d never feel. But the man didn’t seem to mind. He brushed against it again and felt its resistance.

“See? It’s okay.”

It was more than okay. His heart raced with excitement, and he lifted his hand.

“Go on. It feels just as good to me.”

The man liked it? His heart pounded! The man liked it!

“Hold it in your hand.”

He pulled his arm away, then felt the man take his hand, “Feel it. There’s no harm.”…and place it on his cock!

He released it, then seemed instantly disappointed. But he touched a cock! He felt an instant need to masturbate while thinking about the moment.

“You can do better than that.” The man lifted his hand again and his heart raced as he immediately anticipated what he would feel next.

“You know you’re eventually going to taste one.”

He opened his eyes in shock.

“…And I’d love it to be mine.”

He looked down as the man’s cock was placed in his hand.

“But you’re going to eventually have to get used to the idea.” The man half-smiled. “I mean…you know you want to. Why fight it?”

He knew why he fought it; every male relative, especially his father…but the man was probably right. The urge inside him was strong and ever-present. He continued holding the hard cock in his hand and now wanted to get on his knees in front of it. He hoped, satisfying the desire once, would quell the fixation…just like he hoped, seeing one, then feeling one, would…but neither worked. How come his desire continued growing? He did what he had always dreamed.

“How about we go to the locker room?”

He hoped his non-verbal response looked submissive.

“Follow me and I’ll let you do something you’ll like.”

He sighed, knowing he couldn’t count how many times he had fantasized about getting trapped in a secluded corner of a locker room, and being forced to suck cock. Was today the day the fantasy would happen?

He followed the man to a secluded corner of the room, away from the showers.

“Sit.”

The man lifted a foot onto the bench next to him. “I’ll leave the towel on, and won’t get mad, no matter what you want to do inside it.”

Oh, god! The towel was so close to his face! He stared at the way it parted, then moved closer hoping for a peek inside.

“You’re fascinated, aren’t you.”

He inhaled. He was more than fascinated. He was infatuated.

“If you don’t kiss it, I’m taking a shower.” The man backed up.

“No, wait.” He inhaled. Did that just come out of his mouth?

The man grinned as he returned his foot to the bench. “Go ahead.”

He looked around.

“No one’s coming.” The edges of the towel covering his thighs, Escort bayan Ankara parted just enough to entice him.

“Here’s your opportunity to finally do something.”

He didn’t dare hesitate. What if the man took back his offer?!

“I know you want to. I’ve seen you before and know why you’re here.”

It was why he was here. He never exercised and had no desire to start. But he did like hanging around the sauna and showers. “You’ve seen me before?”

The man pointed to the front of his towel. “Kiss. Then you can ask questions while we shower.”

He leaned closer, then spread the edges of the towel, and without exposing anything, kissed between the man’s legs.

“No. Give it a good, open-mouth kiss.”

He had never, but he had wanted to, since he could remember. It was why he joined the gym, and it was the place he loved being….So many muscular men…wearing nothing but towels…showering in the open.

He glanced up at the man, then opened his mouth and gave the semi-erect penis a long deep passionate kiss.

The man moaned in pleasure. “You know what to do next.”

He did, and he wanted to show the man he could do it well. He buried his face under the towel, then opened his mouth and began sucking the delicious cock with sincere passion…kissing and caressing it like he was lustfully in love with it.

He momentarily lost track of time and place as he concentrated on sucking his first dick; savoring the raw masculine eroticism and his willing submissiveness. He was grateful for the towel hiding his actions and more grateful, the man didn’t know his name. He could suck anonymously, which meant he could suck as salaciously as he wanted; fulfilling his need to orally devour cock, to his heart’s content.

The man twitched and brought him out of his concentration-induced daze. “Time for a shower.” The man reached into his locker. “Grab your towel and lead. Carry it. I wanna watch that smooth young ass.”

He did as told, then discreetly stroked his throbbing cock, feeling the pleasure guilt of displaying his naked ass, exposed purposely to a man.

“Oh that’s pretty. Nice and smooth.”

He walked into the empty shower area, somewhat confused and fully erect, wondering what was going to happen next, and wondering if his ability to control it was as absent as it seemed.

“Over there, in the semi-private area.”

He glanced back and saw the man point, but he knew where he meant. He had used the semi-private showers to observe others, more than a few times. His heart jumped. Was he going to have to put on a show for the man? Was the man going to…for him? He moved as directed before feeling the hands on his hips guiding him back, then silently gasped as his ass made contact with the man’s enchanting erection.

“Turn on the water.”

He did as told, adjusting it to the right temperature as the man pressed against his ass while spreading soap on his chest.

“Does that feel good?”

He nodded and swallowed hard. It felt better than anything he ever felt and the sweet mix of excitement and shame made his cock beg for its own pleasure.

He touched himself as the man soaped between them and moved against his ass.

“Go ahead. Play with yourself and let me enjoy how much you like my cock where it is.” He exhaled at the exquisite lustful shame!…not able to control his need for cock, and needing to have it in such a public place! But oh, how fulfilling! Such a hard soapy cock rubbing against his anus.

He maneuvered until he guided the cock between his upper thighs, then arched his ass, hoping the man would eliminate his trepidation and finally enter him. He sighed as he began moving in a slow seductive rhythm, knowing he no longer had the power to stop what he once feared but now hoped would happen.

“Good boy. Make daddy nice and hard before I clean inside your sweet tight ass.”

He gasped! Did the man confirm they were about to fuck?!…that he was about to have a cock inside his ass?! He continued moving suggestively, pretending Bayan escort Ankara it was against his will…hoping the man wouldn’t receive the message of his desire.

“Good boy. Daddy’s good and hard.” The man wrapped one hand around his lower waist as their bodies separated, and he paused in confusion, then silently inhaled as he felt the slippery cock press against his anus! Should he continue? Should he stop the man…this stranger…from penetrating him?! Could he, even if he wanted to?

The man placed both hands on his hips, and he continued arching back, wondering how to end this mistake… fighting the need to whimper in pleasure…afraid any sound would attract attention and abruptly cut this forbidden fantasy short.

His mouth gaped open as the man pressed against him, then finally succeeded! He suddenly felt the fullness of the cock inside him and he continued arching back to relieve the pressure.

“There you go. No more curiosity…no more cherry.”

Oh god…he was being fucked! A man’s cock was inside him! He shut his eyes as the man held him tight and began moving against his ass; the cock penetrating deeper with every thrust.

“Do you want me to cum in your ass and really take your virginity?” The man pressed tight against him with each persistent penetration. “Nod your approval.”

He inhaled, then after a brief hesitation, submissively nodded.

“Good boy. It’s fun, satisfying a man, isn’t it.”

He nodded again as the man continued thrusting inside him. Oh, how it felt…the discomfort had turned to sheer pleasure. Pleasure on so many levels…. Fulfilled in so many ways.

His cock throbbed but in a strange submissive way, and his whisper crackled, breathlessly. “Can I cum?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m cumming so you can cum when I do.” The man gripped him tighter and thrust deep enough to produce a rhythmed slapping sound. He looked around, paranoid, then arched his ass and masturbated faster as he spread his legs, waiting to explode with a fulfilled lust he never thought he’d reach.

“I’m close. Press against me.”

He felt the man’s weight as he squeezed him tighter, then heard the soft deep groan in his ear as the man thrust deep.

“Yes.” The man grunted. “I’m cumming.”

He squeezed his cock tight as the words and enhanced feeling started an orgasm felt throughout his entire being, and his cock throbbed as it spurted its own climax against the shower wall.

He stared in amazement as his next spurts joined it, then watched it drip down the tile as the man groaned with each new thrust inside him. Their timed ecstasy spasms continued before the stranger’s grip eased, and he felt a slight disappointment as the man’s erection slipped from his ass. It was the sexiest, most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and that now included sucking cock!

“You’re a really nice fuck.”

He fought a shy grin and glanced down as the man presented the bar of soap, then felt a glob of cum trickle down the inside of his thigh.

“Is that what you wanted?”

He nodded and offered a forced smile. He did, but hadn’t expected the intensity or public display, not to mention the fact, he still didn’t know the man’s name. Yet he knew without a doubt, he’d been fucked. The man’s cum was now oozing down his leg, and he never felt anything more embarrassing…or erotic!

“Wash my cock.”

He pressed the soap against the man’s penis, then began masturbating it to a lather. “Be careful unless you want round two.”

He moved away from the shower stream, afraid to rinse the cum dripping down his leg, as the man took the soap and washed himself. He handed it back before standing under the stream. “Meet here Thursday. Same time, if you want…and you’ll taste something I think you’ll really like.”

His heart jumped as he realized he now knew the next time he would touch and suck cock…but taste what? What did the man’s statement mean? Was he going to make him taste semen? His heart beat even harder as he wondered if it tasted like his.

He watched the man walk away, then reached down and felt the creamy cum oozing down his leg. He scanned the room, wondering if anyone witnessed his actions, then smelled the soap in his hands as he lathered; suddenly needing to find what brand it is, knowing the smell would forever remind him of his first and ultimate forbidden erotic adventure.

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Prologue.

In about 1400 through the early twentieth century, the Sultans of Turkey used an odalisque in their palace solely for sex and kept them nude or mostly nude. In modern America, the odalisque has been updated to a more contemporary place.

The purpose of an odalisque is to provide men with sex and to honor and worship the majestic cock and balls. She toils not, neither does she spin, but she reserves herself for sex, that is her purpose for being. She is a dedicated consenting cock slave, a free use slut devoted to the provision of pleasure.

The odalisque spends time grooming herself, shaving/removing the hair from her entire body save her head so that she is totally smooth. She uses body lotion, manicures her fingers and toes, does her hair, and applies good perfume so that she maintains her beauty to please the men she services. She also spends time doing Kegel (pelvic floor) exercises every day to keep her cunt strong and healthy. If her master is wealthy he provides a body maid to groom her.

The odalisque may go out in public and search for men with whom to please. She goes to the gym and swims regularly to stay in shape and enjoys luxuriating in the spa afterward. She is an excellent dancer and conversationalist.

Sex and thoughts of pleasure consume her waking hours and she gets eight to ten hours of sleep every day. But let’s not waste time; here is the story of a modern-day odalisque.

THE ODALISQUE

My name is Marie and I am an Odalisque. My parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was only three years old and my aunt Linda took me in. She was a cocktail waitress, nude dancer, and sometimes hooker but not much into being a mother. Sometimes she had a babysitter for me who would fuck her boyfriend there and other times my aunt brought guys over. As I got older I would see them have sex, her sucking his cock, him going down on her, and him pounding her cunt hard.

I was young so while I saw these things they never meant much to me — that is until I went through puberty. It was confusing, yet enlightening time for me as I observed changes in my body, breast growth, hair beginning to grow under my arms that my aunt told me to shave off. I had very light hair growth in these areas and only fuzz on my arms and legs. She was always shaved so I never questioned her.

When I was of proper age my aunt began to teach me more about sex. She taught me that when a man is sexually satisfied he is happier and easier to deal with. She taught me how this relates to our power and how to use it to our advantage. She taught me how to use a dildo and using an eighteen-inch jelly dong I broke my hymen. The vibrators felt good too and I used them the most. My aunt invited a young man in his late twenties younger than her but somewhat older than me.

I don’t know why but seeing him naked made me very excited and I was all but entranced by the sight of his hard cock and hanging balls. His hands-on me shot lightning bolts deep through me and made my little cunt wet. My aunt showed me how to stroke his cock and how to massage his balls and when my mouth went down over his hard cock it nearly took my breath away. It felt so wonderful in my mouth and he tasted awesome as his cock went down my throat all the way to his balls.

His cock felt a lot better in my throat than that jelly dong did that aunty made me practice with. She also had me suck his hairy balls and at one point she sucked on one while I sucked on the other. His fingers inside me made me excited and I knew his fingers were soaked. Suddenly his fingers hit a spot deep inside me that gave me a screaming orgasm, a spot that my aunt later described as my “G” spot. My aunt told him he was about to get a wonderful surprise.

She looked at me,

“Remember all that training I had you do the last few years, training your PC muscles? Here is where it pays off.”

She rolled him over onto his back and had me straddle him. I slowly sat down on him feeling his cock go deep inside me. It felt wonderful, too wonderful to describe.

“Do not move.” She admonished him.

“Now use your muscles the way I taught you.” She schooled.

I gripped his cock with my cunt and manipulating his cock with my muscles made him harder yet. I felt my muscles ripple up and down his cock followed by his intense yelling orgasm accompanied by my own. I studied his face as I continued to work his cock with my muscles there as he grabbed my tits and squeezed as he begged me to stop. It was my first experience of how men can reach a pleasure plateau where they must abandon all feelings and regain their composure.

This was also my first real experience with a man and it whetted my appetite for more, much more. The feel and taste of his cock set up a desire within me that I had never known. I can hardly describe how good it felt to lick and suck his hairy balls, I felt as though I could do it for hours. I now understood the pleasure I saw my aunt have with her various lovers.

“Are you a slut?” Ankara escort I asked after the man was gone.

“What makes you ask hun?”

“I just hear some girls called that and some like it and some don’t.”

“It’s just a term for a promiscuous woman, a woman who likes to have sex more than the average woman. It was originally a good word but it was turned bad to demonize women. There is a huge unorganized movement to reclaim the word, however.”

“Well, what do you think about it?”

“I guess you could count me among those who are reclaiming the word.”

“I was just curious because a friend of mine said she loves being a slut and called a slut. She said all her boyfriends call her a slut. I have also heard some guys say what a good slut you are.”

“Well, you can accept it or not it’s up to you.”

“Oh, I accept it, I like it. I think I want to be a slut. I mean if sex feels like this all the time I would love being a slut.”

“It’s not all a bed of roses but I think you will mostly enjoy it. She giggled. “Would you like me to teach you all I can about how to please men…and other women too?”

“Oh yes, I would like that very much!”

For the past few years, she was teaching me how to flirt, and move my body, how to walk, telling me all she knew about men, and allowing me to watch her and some guy having sex. I had asked her once what was happening when a man had his orgasm so she had me beside her once as she was giving a man head. When he was ready to cum she had me open my mouth and he put his cock in my mouth and began cuming. It felt warm and creamy and she had me keep it in my mouth for a while tasting it. It was nice, I liked it.

So I asked her about sucking a guy until he cums and she said men like that and she would show me how to make men want my mouth.

“Your brain is your most powerful sex organ,” she said, “and your mouth is the second most powerful and versatile. After those comes your cunt and your ass.”

A few days later she had another man over, a black man this time, not that it mattered. I had seen her with all different men but I kind of liked men with darker skin for some reason, Black, darker-skinned Hispanic men, East Indian men, and so on. He was nice looking, about six feet tall, well built, full lips and when he was naked he had a kind of woolly chest and balls. I discovered I really liked sucking on hairy balls and thick cocks. His cum was also yummy!

I was already naked save for a man’s shirt over my shoulders and left open. My aunt introduced us and he took me up and kissed me soft, sexy, and passionately, our tongues meeting and he sucking mine and I sucking his. We made out for a while with my aunt just waiting and when his hand went to my cunt and mine to his cock and balls she had me sit down as she began instructing me.

His cock and balls were beautiful, nine inches of thick cock curving upwards a little looking so proud and majestic, his big balls below looking like they were the foundation of his cock. Big, egg-shaped, and hairy my aunt had me stroke them for a while with my fingernails and drag my nails up his cock watching it jerk and flex as I did. A clear glistening droplet of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock and I licked it off, tasting its sweetness.

I began tracing the tip of my tongue up the shaft, around the head, and back down again and all over his sexy hairy balls and sucked one ball in my mouth using my tongue to lavish my passion on it as the hairiness thrilled me deep inside. I did the same with the other ball before tracing my tongue up his cock again. I did this a few times much to his enjoyment as he petted my hair and told me softly what a beautiful slut I am.

I took his cock in my mouth bobbing my head up and down and slowly went deeper and deeper with my aunt’s guidance until I hit the back of my throat. I pushed a little like with the jelly dong and his cock went over the “hump” and continue down into my throat. I was cuming because it felt so good and I kept fucking his cock with my throat, pulling all the way out and pushing down again much to his delight. I remembered seeing videos of women lying on the seat of the couch, head over the edge, and a man fucking their throat.

I disengaged from his cock and got in that position and he was quick to take my clue and began fucking my throat as he bent over and began licking my cunt as well making me cum over and over again. My face was a slobbery mess, mostly from my own saliva as he fucked my mouth and I had my hands on his ass pulling him deep into my throat. I felt he was close to cuming so I flipped around to a sitting position again and took his cum in my mouth. I love the warm creaminess of it and its salty-sweet taste as he filled my mouth.

After enjoying his taste for a while I swallowed his cum and sucked all I could from his still hard cock. Then he turned me lengthwise on the couch slid his cock effortlessly into my soaked cunt and began to fuck Ankara escort bayan me. I felt him hit my cervix and it hurt a little but then it must have moved out of the way because he was now going deep to his pelvic bone bumping my swollen clit. His bare, hard cock sliding in and out of my little cunt was so good I wanted him to fuck me forever.

If there really is an “A” spot orgasm I may have just had one as I felt like I had just been fucked to the stars. I clamped my muscles on his cock to keep him from pulling out and it totally surprised him and I never let loose until he went flaccid and pulled himself out. As the weeks and months went by and I fucked more men and sucked more cock I was quickly getting a reputation as a slut and not only that but I was enjoying the attention.

I went to the park one day dressed in shorts and a half top with the full intention of letting a guy pick me up to go fuck. Six black guys were playing ball on the BB court so I watched them for a while. It wasn’t long before they stopped and huddled up talking and looking my way. They all walked over and surrounded me and I felt hands touching me here and there, one actually rubbing my cunt through my shorts. “Your name’s Marie isn’t it, that little slut I heard about?”

“Yes, I’m Marie and some guys call me a slut.”

“How would you like to show us just how much of a slut you are?”

“Us? How many is “us?”

“All of us, can you handle that?”

“Oh wow all of you, all of you at once?” The guy was still rubbing my cunt and another was fondling my C cup tits. I was so horny now I could have fucked them right there.

“I’ never did six before but ya I’m game.”

They talked about which place they were going to use then led me off with them. I was very excited and my mouth was watering in anticipation and my cunt was tingling. We went into the apartment and began playing touchy-feely and they had my top off and another took my shorts off while I had my hands full of sexy black cocks. I went to my knees and began sucking two cocks, one after the other back and forth.

They got me up and took me to the bedroom with a box spring and mattress on the floor and one guy got his face between my legs and two others on each side of my head as I sucked them back and forth. Their thick cocks felt and tasted so good and tasting their sweet precum was very nice. I love sucking them and sucking their balls too. One guy finally shoved his cock deep in my cunt and began fucking me deep and hard.

I clutched at his ass, “Yes fuck me, fuck me hard! C’mon fuck me good dammit!”

He did too, so deep I thought I could feel it in my chest. After cuming, he got up and another took his place while a third was fucking my mouth. The next I knew they had me sitting on one guy while another was in my ass and the third was fucking my mouth, “airtight.”

“They were right, you are a hot little whore.” Said one guy as they all got dressed. “Give me your digits so we can catch you again.” He continued.

I gave him my phone number and told them my aunt is a slut too and maybe they would like both of us. They were all happy and mellow and that made me feel good that I could do that for them. Even though I cleaned up I could still taste cum and felt it making my shorts wet. I told my aunt about it and she said,

“Well, what a little slut you are.” She was joking and we talked about the guys coming over and she said they should make a nice little party.

My job doing outcalls was good too because it paid more than any other job I could get and besides, I enjoyed making men happy and helping to relieve their stress. I was surprised at how many men cheated on their wives and talking with them I find that most really do love their wives, they just want more sexual variety because their wives have become boring. Learning all this caused me to decide that I would never be married.

If I lived with a man I would let him know that he could play around all he wanted and I would do the same. My aunt agreed with me and had vowed to never allow herself to get attached to anyone. She is much happier being a slut and a whore and I am grateful that she taught me all she knows. Men have told me that they have never before met a woman my age who is as experienced and passionate about sex as I am. Everything I knew was about to be put to good use.

I was downtown shopping and bought a cup of coffee at a stand on the sidewalk of a park and sat on a bench to drink it and relax. After a couple minutes a good-looking, well-dressed man asked if he could sit down. He introduced himself as Mark and said he had been watching me for a while.

“Oh? What are you some kind of pervert?”

“Not at all, it’s just that you are dressed so sexy but not slutty and the way you move is very suggestive.”

“Suggestive,” I said dryly.

“Yes, it just seems the natural way you move your body like you are floating like you have joints that no other woman has.”

“You’re Escort Ankara the first to tell me that.”

“Then other men just aren’t very observant.”

“You seem to be.” I had been observing him closely, he was handsome, well-spoken and the nice bulge in his pants didn’t hurt.

“It seems someone taught you how to walk, suggestively, gracefully, proud and confident.” Thank you, aunty, I thought.

“My, what sharp little eyes you have, what else do you see?”

“A slut.” How glad I was that I didn’t have a mouthful of coffee just then.

“A what?” I asked as if I didn’t understand what he said.

“A slut. Don’t worry probably few others would notice but like you said I have sharp little eyes. I want to take you home and fuck you all day and night.”

“Oh, you must stop being so shy and say what you mean,” I said humorously.

“OK, I want to take you home and fuck you.” Why not, I have nothing else better to do today. I mused.

I looked at him for a long minute for no reason other than to just make him wait for me to reply.

“OK let’s go. I drove so should I follow you?”

“No, I took a town car down here for a meeting so I can ride with you.”

“Cool so let’s go,” I said getting up and dropping my empty coffee cup in the trash.

“I like your dress, your tits hold the top up nicely.” He was so bold the way he talked and it kind of turned me on. (I was wearing a sleeveless sundress.

“Well, there is built-in support that helps.”

“I’m betting you are wearing a thong too huh?”

“Oops, you missed that one; I don’t wear panties of any kind.”

“Ah, better still, you like the feel of open-air there don’t you?”

“That’s partly why yes.”

We reached my car and we got in. I had a strong urge to lean over and suck his cock but the center console was too much of a barrier. We left the parking garage and he guided me to his place in the wealthier part of town. The front of his house had a half-circle drive with an extension that went back to a large garage. The front door was a huge heavy door that went into a large foyer. A woman in a uniform dress came toward us and Mark told her that she and Ethel (the cook) can take the rest of the day.

We went upstairs to his room and he began getting undressed.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered. The rest of your time here you will remain naked for me.”

I removed my dress, the only clothing I had on, and watched his finish. His cock looked nice and his balls were like large chicken eggs and hairy like his chest, tummy, and legs. He led me to the shower where we both enjoyed washing each other in an erotic but cleansing way.

“You have a beautiful cunt, so smooth and it actually looks so beautiful and perfect.”

“Thank you, I like how you say “cunt” too, not derogatory but normal like you know what it is really called.”

“I do, I learned long ago that “vagina” was the interior and that “vulva” was the exterior. Cunt was the only word that described a woman’s genitals completely.”

“And right you are which is why I have been trying to teach that to other girls and so has my aunt.”

In the bedroom, his cock now hard again he told me to get on my knees and open my mouth. “I’m going to fuck your mouth and throat.”

Eagerly I got on my knees and opened my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock going in my mouth and how good he tasted. He held my head and slid his cock down my throat past the hump and fully in with his balls pressed against my chin. I worked my throat and tongue on his cock.

“Damn what an experienced little cocksucker you are. Such a nasty little whore.”

He pulled out just to the head and told me, “Now pull me back in all the way you nasty little whore.”

I grabbed his ass and pulled on him until his cock was all the way in my throat working my tongue and throat all the way.

“Oh yes, you do like cock, don’t you? What a delicious little cock whore you are. That’s good, keep fucking my cock with your throat. Is your little cunt nice and wet yet?” I nodded that it is.

He pulled out and pulled me to my feet only to put me on the bed with my head over the edge. He put his hairy balls to my mouth and I sucked each one in turn. “Do you like sucking my hairy balls you little whore?” I nodded again. He turned around faced away from me and dropped his balls in my face again. As I was licking them he moved so that my tongue was licking his ass.

“How do you like that slut, do you like licking my asshole?” Again I nodded.

“Good, just keeping licking it for a while like a good little whore. I should call a couple friends to come over and use you too, how would you like that?”

“That’s OK.”

“Of course it is, a little whore like you doesn’t care who they are as long as you have plenty of dick. Isn’t that right?”

My face still buried in his ass I managed, “Umph-umph.” In the affirmative.

He stood up and went to his phone and made a call. “Hey Tom it’s Mark, how would you and Mike like to come over and fuck this hot little slut I have here?”

(He listens)

“Good come on over while she’s still hot….. OK see you in a few.”

“OK slut, two friends are coming over to fuck you, two biker friends of mine that will fuck you but good. How do you like that?”

The Wedding Happenings Pt. 05

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Bella was on a post-coital high, and forgetting that she should check, she opened the door, stepped out of Room 501, and was face to face with Cassidy. They both stared at each other, somewhat shell-shocked.

Bella knew that Cassidy had Room 210, it was where they had gotten dressed and ready for the wedding, and she knew that Cassidy was going to be overnighting in that room. Likewise, Cassidy knew that Room 501 was not the bridal suite, and seeing Bella sneaking out of that room at One in the morning, had her mind going.

“Imagine meeting you here!”

Bella’s comment broke the ice, the tension melted away and they giggled.

Bella continued, “Let’s go to your room for a bit after I check on my passed-out husband.”

After the check showed that her husband was sleeping deeply, she joined Cassidy in room 210 and decided to be totally frank and honest with her. Cassidy listened, and her pussy started to tingle as she heard about John’s fucking prowess, and how Bella had gotten the best wedding night she had ever heard of.

Then it was Cassidy’s turn, and it had a similar effect on Bella, Cassidy was very explicit, and how Brian’s cock had the honor of taking her pussy and anal virginities.

She admitted that she had sucked her fiance’s cock many times, that was the only virginity she had given up, as a reward for waiting until their upcoming wedding.

“Now that I’m shorn of all my stupid virginity, I feel so free!”

Cassidy stood up and came over to Bella.

“I’m free, and I want to do what I’ve been thinking about for quite a while.”

Cassidy pulled Bella in close and pulled her head forward, their lips came together, warming quickly as the passion rose. Bella had not had any lesbian encounters since her lover from college, they had a 1-year affair that had been hot and very satisfying. Feeling Cassidy’s lips against hers started that memory going, and she was more than eager to get back into the lesbian pool.

Clothes were quickly shed, and they took their time, gazing at each other’s nudity. Bella drank in Cassidy’s nude form, now that it was for a prelude to lovemaking, rather than just getting dressed for the wedding, it made her lust rise. The golden blonde hair, big blue eyes, 5’8″, 130 pounds, big luscious 36DD chest, super curvy hips, her backside was just as hot, her rump was nicely rounded and full with a graceful curve, perky and smooth. Her pussy was waxed bare, a tight little coin slot peeked out, a tuft of blonde hair topped her mound.

Cassidy was just as avidly checking out Bella’s nudity. The strawberry blonde curls, emerald green eyes, a sexy set of 34DD’s, 5’7″ and 120 pounds, nice curved hips, and Bella’s pubic region was just as hairless as hers, Bella’s ass was full and rounded, nice perky cheeks, it made Cassidy’s pussy Ankara bayan escort simmer, knowing what they were displaying their bodies for.

It took very little time before Cassidy was on the bed, legs spread wide as Bella was in between, feasting on the hot, shimmering pink hole. Cassidy cooed, “Mmmmmm, oh yes, you lick so nice.”

Bella was giving Cassidy her best lick job. Bella had learned how to eat cunt, and eat it very well during her one-year relationship from college. Bella was in heaven, Cassidy’s cunt looked and tasted so hot and sexy, totally bald made for a fantastic licking, no pubic hair getting in the way, and she burrowed her face in, her tongue swirling wildly. She could feel globs of Brian’s spunk rising to her tongue, and she sucked harder, feeling the rush of lust as they slid into her waiting mouth.

The sounds of hot licking and slurping rose up. Cassidy reached down, cradling Bella’s head against her pussy, letting out gasps and moans of pleasure.

“Mmmm, so good Bella, so good, shove a finger up my ass, finger bang my just devirginized tight pucker, make me cum baby!”

The sounds of groans and cries of pleasure increased, as Bella swirled her middle finger through the wetness, running her finger down over the taint, poised, and Cassidy’s loud cry of pleasure as Bella’s finger drove in, as far as she could go. She started to finger fuck that sweet tight asshole, eager to make her lover explode.

Cassidy clutched at the headboard with both hands, moaning with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Oh yeah, Bella was a natural at cunt licking, Cassidy was rocking her hips, fucking Bella’s mouth, whimpering and moaning. Cassidy’s body was quivering, breasts heaving up and down, her body tensing up, reaching for her orgasm.

It all came together, Cassidy gasped, “Oh fuck, gonna make me do it, you sexy cunt licker, yes, yes, EEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Her shriek filled the bedroom, and a rush of juices poured out, giving Bella a hot juicy facial. After Bella had licked the last spasm from Cassidy’s juicy heat, she slithered up her body, coming face to face, their mouths clung to each other, Cassidy was getting a rich taste of her own pussy. They lay back, floating on the afterglow.

After a few minutes they moved into a 69, and eagerly applied their oral talents to each other. Breasts on bellies, mouths cleaved to each other’s sweet holes, licking, sucking, slurping, the hot wet sounds mingled with their grunts, moans, and cries of pleasure into a symphony of lust, their bodies writhing sinuously against each other. Their movements became faster, sounds of pleasure now non-stop, building up.

The two bodies entwined started shaking wildly, and muffled screams of pleasure sounded as they both caught that orgasmic rush, Escort bayan Ankara licking each other to climactic joy.

After resting in the afterglow for a short while, Bella cooed, “Let’s go and take a shower baby.”

Inside the bathroom, Cassidy reached in and cranked on the shower taps, once it was adjusted, they slipped in, and let the water pour all over their bodies. Bella purred, ”Let me wash your back baby, then you can do mine.”

Cassidy felt a rush of pleasure as Bella’s hands stroked thick lather all over her body. When Bella whispered, “Grab those sexy cheeks and pull them apart”, Cassidy let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure as Bella lathered up her tight ass, cooing, ”Going to get your tight little asshole nice and clean for what I’m going to do to you.”

Cassidy was letting out soft moans and purrs, as she cooed, ”Mmmmm, I love having my tight little asshole played with, feels so good.”

When Cassidy took the soap, she purred, ”Your turn lover, spread ’em!” Bella started making loud sighs of pleasure, her asshole was incredibly sensitive, and the feel of soft soapy hands playing with the tight rosette made her lust roar. Bella cooed, ”Oh yes, finger my tight little hole, I love it.”

When they got out of the shower, Cassidy cooed, ”Let’s towel off baby, and play with our nice clean assholes.”

Back in bed, Bella cooed, ”On the bed lover, hands and knees!” Cassidy quickly did so, her mind was swimming in a sea of lust as Bella knelt behind her. ”Cassidy, my sweet lover, you have the most beautiful, sweetest pucker hole, I’m going to love kissing it.”

Cassidy could feel her body quiver as Bella’s hands gently parted her cheeks, her head nuzzled between the sexy moons. Cassidy let out a long, shaky breath as Bella’s lips pressed hotly against the rose-shaped pucker of her asshole.

“Mmmm, oh god, it’s beautiful, feels amazing. Give me your ass, I want to lick you at the same time.”

They got into a 69, and each grabbed the other’s cheeks, adjusting their hips, and twin growls of pleasure filled the room as Cassidy’s tongue found Bella’s sweet ass hole.

Bella had brought along a small backpack from the bridal suite, and she purred, ”You’ll like what’s next baby,” as they broke the clinch.

Bella reached into her bag saying, “I call this my goodie bag.” Bella had a lust-filled grin as she lifted out a small handheld control. Two wires protruded from one end, and at the end of the wires were two white plastic egg shapes.

Bella cooed, ”This is a set of dual vibrating eggs, can you guess where these eggs are going to go?”

She gave Cassidy a most wicked smile as she spread some lube on the eggs, and purred, ”Spread your cheeks baby.”

Flicking the switch, the eggs Bayan escort Ankara began humming and vibrating. Cassidy was breathless as Bella pushed the egg against her ass hole, and slowly pushed in, Cassidy let out a long moan of pleasure as her tight little ass stretched to take it, when it slipped inside, Cassidy gasped, ”Oh god, it’s vibrating away inside my ass, it feels so good!”

Cassidy purred, “Lay back baby, I’ll show you what my college lover and I used to do.”

Bella climbed on top of Cassidy. She held the other vibrating egg against her tight pucker and slowly pushed, and Cassidy saw Bella’s body shudder, letting out a soft ahhhh of pleasure as it slipped in.

Bella lowered her body, cooing, ”I want our pussies to kiss each other,” then matching purrs as they came together, mound to mound. Bella reached down between where they were joined, as they started to rock, purring, ”I’m going to spread us open, really let out sweet cunts kiss each other.”

Bella was holding the control, and she dialed up the vibrations from LOW to MEDIUM. They both felt the sweet tingles growing, a moment later, they pressed hard against each other, Cassidy called out ”Oh yes, kiss me right there, Mmmmm, our other lips are kissing!”

They started to rock together, Cassidy pushing upward, Bella grunted, ”Let’s rub our clitties together.” They started to hump at each other with increasing vigor as Cassidy grunted, ”Oh yes, I can feel your clit against mine baby!”

Bella fired the control up to FULL, both of them were now getting their sweet assholes vibrated wildly. Both of them were letting out grunts, moans, and cries of passion as orgasm beckoned. Cassidy was writhing and whimpering under Bella’s thrusts, as Bella pressed down hard, eager to plaster her dripping cunt lips as tight as possible against her lover’s matching seam. Cassidy could feel Bella’s juices pouring over her pussy lips, making her wild with lust. Their clits stood up, stiff, rock hard with passion, and they were rubbing against each other, the pleasure was almost too much to bear. Their bodies were squirming wildly, crotches locked together, grinding hard at each other, bolts of passion that were starting to surge as they rode. Cassidy reached behind Bella’s head and pulled her down, lips locking together, it took only a few more moments before they broke the kiss, and twin screams of passion split the air, cumming wildly, their bodies writhing together in blazing passion.

They flopped back, gasping for breath. As they floated in the afterglow, Bella had a feeling that this was just the beginning of a wonderful lesbian relationship with Cassidy. It was indeed before Cassidy let Bella leave, Cassidy was on her knees, and hungrily ate her snatch, then munched her ass, bringing Bella to 3 orgasms.

*****

Back in the bridal suite, Cassidy stripped her husband, slipped him under the covers, then she stripped naked, climbed in with him, and arranged it so that it looked that they had fucked wildly. When they woke up, and Bella would giggle at how he took her like a tiger, he’d think it happened.

My Maid’s Mother

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Hi, friends, our maid is a 19 yrs old girl, fair and with a good structure and figure. I am a married guy.

I was trying to seduce her for about 3 months. Like watching porn while she is around, masturbating in the washroom with the door open, keeping a dildo in the washroom, flashing my dick, etc.

But she never paid attention to me. A few days back, she went to her cousin’s house in the village for 15 days and her mother came for work.

She is about 40 years old. Fair body and always wear saree. At first, I ignored her as she is old.

But one day I saw her washing clothes on the balcony. She lifted the saree above thigh level, sitting and bending position, with her cleavage visible. I was just shocked to see her breasts so perfect at that age and her thighs.

I then started to seduce her with the same method used to seduce her daughter. First three days, there was no response from her side.

But on the fourth day, Sunday, my wife went to attend a function. I pretended to have office work and stayed back.

My Ankara bayan escort maid came at 9 am. I kept the door open and was pretending to sleep on the bed wearing boxer shorts. With one hand in holding dick. The porn video was playing on my laptop.

She came in and was sweeping the room as if she noticed nothing. She then went outside. I went into the washroom with the door slightly open and started to masturbate naked, moaning loudly. She came into the bedroom with a mop. Don’t know whether she saw it or not. Shen then left. I again pretended to sleep in a bed. She came into the room and then closed the door and went away.

After 15 minutes, I lost hope and woke up, and there was complete silence in the house. I thought she went. I locked the main door. I was roaming naked and went into the second bedroom. I saw it was dark and small sounds were coming from the washroom.

I went slowly and was shocked to see the maid sitting on the toilet seat with her legs spread and masturbating with a Escort bayan Ankara dildo and pressing her breasts with one hand.

I shot the video on my mobile. I thought not to waste time and went in quickly. She stood up and started pretending to clean the washroom. As I was naked, she said, what is this sir and turned back. I hugged her from behind. She was frightened.

I started kissing her neck and said, “I know what you want.”

“Don’t worry, I will tell no one.”

She was shivering a bit. I held her both breasts and started squeezing them. She got into a mood. I lifted her saree and started running, my dick on her ass. She was completely in the mood. My hand went on to her pussy, it was already wet. I asked her as if she wants sex.

She said “yes.”

I made her bent down on her knees and, and she was refusing to suck my dick, pre-cum, and. It but I was in the mood for a blowjob.

But I pushed my dick forcefully in her mouth and hard she was enjoying it but for my will, she Bayan escort Ankara took my dick inside her mouth.

Now, she put my penis in her mouth to pleasure me.

I was enjoying it.

After a while, I went high and made her stand. And I removed her clothes in no time.

My hand was now on her no-haired, cleaned pussy.

She was leaking her precum too.

I made her bent down and started to rub my penis on her pink pussy.

She was shivering and pushing her ass on my dick to insert my cock.

I inserted my cock in her pussy and she was enjoying it a lot.

I opened the shower, and we had a good session in the bathroom.

Then we had one more round in the bedroom.

Both watched porn. While having sex, I started talking about her daughter and her beauty.

But she smiled and said, “why to talk about her now? Enjoy this moment.”

We had three sessions up to lunchtime, with breaks. In between, she got 2–3 phone calls from other houses where she works and she answered and said she will not be coming as she is not well.

We had a good time as I tried almost 4–5 positions which my wife is not interested in. Her vagina was a bit loose, so I tried anal also for the first time. I didn’t talk about her daughter again, as it may ruin the moment.

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