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Part 03: Class Reunion

Yep, I am successful

Thanks to my editors kenjisato and Sahararose. Also, to LanguageTool. Combined, they put me right. Any problems left all belong to me.

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“Filipe,” I called my husband, “I just got an email about my high school reunion.”

“Oh? What’s it say?”

“It asks if I intend to attend next year. Oh, it was sent over a week ago to my old account.”

“You think they know who you’ve become?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Is there any way you can find out?”

I thought about it for a while. “I can call my folks.”

A few days later, my folks called back indicating that while the exhibitionist, Becky Sue, is well remembered, they don’t think anyone knows I am a movie star now. Filipe and I spoke for a few days, and we finally decided to attend. Kelly said she would like to meet my folks, and she could watch the kids while we attend. I had Filipe make the reservations, including the ‘penthouse’ at my hometown hotel. In truth, it was just a wedding suite with a connecting pair of adjacent rooms. We would have Kelly and the kids in one, and the other would be for play. A few days later, I sent a reply indicating my husband and I would attend.

We alerted our agents of our ‘vacation’, so we would not be needed on set during that time. I had several bit parts, and one Nigkala Tale film. Filipe had a few bit parts, and was the leading man’s wingman in a film. I explained to our son we were going to see my parents, and that he should call them grandma and grandpa, unless they said otherwise. I said nothing to our twin daughters, since they were still suckling.

Filipe and I discussed what we should wear for the event, as well as for roaming about town. At my folks’, I figured comfy clothes would be best. I told Kelly to pack a fancy outfit or two, for some time off while we visited with my folks. By this time, Filipe knew of my exhibitionist past there. So he encouraged me to wear something just over the line. I wound up making a little black dress that stopped an inch too short in front, allowing all to view just enough of my vagina to want more. It sat a bit lower on my hips, and even farther down my butt. The dress was also sufficiently transparent that you could see my nipples through it, albeit shaded by the material a bit. It had small cap sleeves that barely covered my shoulders, but I had thin, white leather, elbow length gloves. I ordered a pair of white leather thigh high boots with three-inch heels, along with a thick white leather belt with silver trim. The purse was zebra-striped leather. For earrings, I had a pair of stylized daggers and a silver choker embossed with the name Nigkala in cuneiform.

While I had less experience designing male outfits, I made one for Filipe. It was much more colorful than my outfit, yet still classy. The embroidery made it a country-style suit, with a rather fancy vest and jacket. It was big city style, but obviously custom, yet understated. I offered to make something for Kelly and she jumped at the chance.

The day finally came to leave town. The paparazzi clearly knew we were traveling when they saw the luggage, over half of which was for the kids, but we lost them at the airport. In the middle of boarding, the girls decided they were hungry, so I just took off my shirt and grabbed them, putting one on each upper breast. The crew was awkward around me, but we just ignored my exposed breasts. Kelly got our son squared away, and prepped areas for the girls. Fifteen minutes later, they were sated, and I helped her settle them in their places. I then strapped myself in, having ‘forgotten’ to put my shirt back on. Filipe took advantage shortly after we departed, and started sucking on one lower breast. Kelly leaned in from the other side and took another. I just made sounds of contentment.

Half an hour later, we got the all clear to get up and go about the cabin. We watched the clouds go past below us for a bit, but we wound up having sex with me sitting on top of Filipe. Kelly masturbated. When Felipe and I finished, I ate her out.

When we finished, I walked up to the pilot, “Does this plane had an autopilot?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m still horny, and if you want to do me, turn it on and come on back.” I then turned around and went back to my seat.

Less than a minute later, he came back. He saw Kelly and Filipe groping each other, and then decided to pull out his dick. “No, strip. I’m naked, and so you should be.” He hesitated, then gave me a what-the-hay look and shed his clothing. After coming in me twice, I told him, “Time to go back up front. I don’t want to go to the wrong destination or, worse, crash.” He grabbed his clothes, dressed, and went back. The whole time, he didn’t say a word. Curious. I got dressed before leaving the plane.

After landing, we got in the rental SUV. It was large enough for all of us with room to spare. Filipe drove, as I need a custom driver’s seat due to my size. Kelly and I settled in back escort taksim with the kids to keep the chaos down. We drove nearly an hour to get to the hotel. We checked in easily, as it was close to a week before the event. As I was wearing comfy ‘mom’ clothes that mostly hid my breasts’ shape, and carried the girls, no one recognized me. Kelly carried our son. We were shown to the penthouse, and Kelly and I immediately went to the adjacent room with the cribs and started setting up the nursery. Filipe orchestrated the luggage. It was late enough that we decided on an early night. Kelly went into the nursery to put the kids to bed while Filipe and I undressed and got into bed.

Half an hour later, Kelly walked into our room naked and left the nursery door open. We watched as she crawled into bed with us. As we had sex earlier in the day, we just spent the time cuddling and occasionally changed positions. When one of the kids needed attention, Kelly or I would get out of bed and see to it. Early in the morning, it was barely light when Kelly got up for the kids; she just closed the door behind her and spent the rest of the night in her bed.

We enjoyed the next day lounging about the suite, calling for room service as desired. The kids loved getting all of our attention. The next day, Kelly and I went to the mall, leaving the kids with Filipe. A few people recognized me, and I chatted with them while Kelly shopped. We went to a tanning salon and relaxed as we tanned. We called it a day after three hours before getting in the hotel’s courtesy car. The driver took us to pick up our pizza, and we enjoyed it at the hotel. The next day, my folks came to meet the kids and Kelly Fischer, our nanny. Ma and I chatted and gossiped about everything local. Da and Filipe talked about my career, and Kelly chimed in from time to time.

The next day, Filipe and I went about town, and I introduced him to the dojo I had worked at. The sensei instantly recognized me. “Becky Sue, stick around a bit. George, take over the class.” We spoke for a good half hour. After a bit, he asked, “Do you want to get a little exercise? An advanced class starts in a few minutes.”

I looked at Filipe, and he said, “Go ahead. This should be fun to watch.”

I smiled, “Got something for me to wear?”

“Maybe.” I followed him into the office, and there in a display was my old outfit. He unlocked it, and handed me the outfit. I stripped and then tried the outfit on. While I did that, he hurriedly closed the blinds. It still fit. I folded my clothes and put them in the case. He locked it and we went back out. “Go warm up; I’ll introduce you to the class.”

He called them over. “Class, over there is a former student of mine. Ms. Tate is now a master herself. We will show you what serious sparring looks like.” When he saw I had finished, he motioned me over. “Becky Sue, meet my advanced class. It seems some of them think they know something. Care to join me in showing them they are wrong?”

“Sensei, I would be honored. Freestyle? See who cries uncle first?”

“Sure.”

“In that case, George, would you referee and start us?”

George looked at his boss and accepted. We moved to our starting positions. He raised a hand and held it between us. Then, calling “Begin,” he dropped his hand in a chop and backed off.

We started with simple stuff, but at a fair clip. I matched the last class’ level to begin, but after two or three combinations I sped up a bit. He did the same. After a minute, we each started adding more complex moves. The class was clearly interested. When I grabbed his arm and pulled him up to flip him over my head, they gasped. The sensei just took it in stride as I had telegraphed my intent to do the move as I had back when we developed it. After another minute, he signaled the reverse move, so I made a play that gave him access to grab me. Instead of being pulled past, I launched myself into the air to flip over him. More gasps. We continued to up our game, pulling punches that were not anticipated, but usually going full force. When he signaled he was at his limit, I asked, “Had enough?”

“Yes. You have bested your teacher. Again.” With that, he stepped back. I, on the other hand, did a backflip to land a pace away as well. We then both bowed to each other, then to the ref. The class gave us thunderous applause. When it died down, he said, “Class, Ms. Tate also knows a number of ancient weapons, and is pretty good with them. While I am sure you would love to test yourselves against her, we don’t have time. George, take over a few minutes while I say goodbye.” We went back to the office and I put my clothes back on.

“That was fun. I’m glad you asked. Think they caught that most of that was choreographed?”

“Possibly, but it doesn’t matter. You can’t do most of that stuff unless you’re good. And the flips? They will be hard-pressed to duplicate that, even if they team up to do it. That takes a lot of strength. Size helps, too.”

Filipe chimed escort topkapı in, “Yeah. Her roles require her to be in top form, and she pulls all sorts of trick moves that look impressive.”

“At first, I didn’t want to watch the films, as I am not into watching sex. But I couldn’t resist the call of the clips I saw on the internet. I just had to see the fight scenes. Becky Sue, some moves are over the top, but not all that much. And it looks so real; I am hard-pressed to see any stunt doubles.”

“That’s because I don’t usually use any. Between my size and shape, it is hard to find a body double. With my skill, I haven’t gotten seriously hurt on set yet. Besides, the weapons are blunted. I’ve had plenty of bruises, but even this fight we just had might have given me a bruise or two.”

“Yeah, I’ll be sore tonight. But what a fight. It’ll be worth it with the renewed drive my students will have.”

We parted, and back at the hotel, relaxed for the rest of the day. The next two days we gave Kelly off, since Filipe and I would stay there. I had also passed the word that I was staying here and for people to drop by these two days if they wanted to visit. When the clerk called up, I would take the call and go down and meet them. If it was a group, I took them to the main room and introduced everyone. If it was a single guy or gal, and I got a horny vibe, I instead took them to the other adjoining room. There, I suggested we relax. I then would undress and lay on the bed and ask if they would like to play awhile. My ability to read people was good, as everyone chose to play. After coming several times, and when he (or she) was tired, I got dressed and had them do so, as well. When we were ready, I went through the connecting door, where I introduced everyone. After a minute or two, Filipe asked me how many orgasms. I would casually reply with a number. No more was said of it. By the time they left, they understood ours was an open relationship.

The next day, we took the SUV and visited my folks most of the day. Tomorrow was the big day. While Kelly took care of the kids, I spent most of the day at the spa getting pampered and preened. I got my nails done, my hair done up, and finally got back to the hotel. There, we had a light dinner then got dressed. I made sure Filipe could see my vagina when I was standing. At the right time, we went down to the entrance and got in our limo. When we pulled up to the school, I made sure Filipe got out first. He reached out his hand to help me out, and I took my time, allowing everyone to see my vagina. We went arm-in-arm, totally ignoring that my vagina was still on partial display. We stood around and chatted for half an hour before going to the dance floor.

We would have danced cheek to cheek, but his cheek was at my lower breast level; so instead, I just pressed it into my breast and petted his hair. On the third dance, he pulled the side of my dress in to expose a nipple and started sucking. On the fourth, he pulled the other side in to suck the other one without covering the first. Rather than dance a fifth song, I just followed him to a sturdy chair. He sat down and pulled out his erection. I just sat down and guided it in and proceeded to slow grind on him. He played with my nipples, and we talked quietly. When I felt enough people were watching, I sped up. He, in turn, started counter thrusts, pounding me harder. Our conversation became grunts and other sounds of pleasure. When he deflated, I got up and got us drinks. He put his dick away. I returned, lower nipples still out and aroused. I sat down next to him.

A few minutes later, he wandered off. Before others could, I said, “That was a nice fuck. Don’t you all think so?”

One of the girls replied, “Becky Sue, you are such a… a… Slut!”

“Yeah, but a sated one. At least for the moment. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two.”

“Why you! I never!”

I looked at her and realized she was rather turned on by me. “But while I wait, why don’t you eat me out. I promise it is tasty.” I dipped my finger in my vagina and held it out to her. I looked her in the eye and said, “Go on, give it a try.”

She reluctantly leaned in and did. “Um….”

“It’s okay. I like girls, too.” I then crooked my finger and pointed to her, then my vagina.

Even as she said she shouldn’t, she came closer and finally put her head between my legs. I spread them good and wide to give her room. I pressed her head in and said, “Lick it good. Get all that juice. Clean me up good.” Once she started to relax, I reached down with my other hand to fondle her breast. When she was done, I raised her head and leaned down and gave her a kiss with a bit of tongue. She responded with her tongue before she realized everyone was watching. We broke the kiss. “Thank you.”

She backed off into the crowd, and I just sat there chatting with others with my legs still wide open. A few minutes later, someone came over and asked me to be decent. “Sorry, escort şirinevler I can’t help it. I like sex.” The woman huffed off into the crowd.

A guy sat next to me and pulled out his dick. “You want to ride me?”

“Sure.” I got up and sat on him, again positioning him in me. While I had sex with him, he pulled both sides of my dress in on the upper breasts exposing all four. After we finished, I excused myself to clean up. I went into the lady’s room in the hallway off to the side. When I came out, there were four guys about my size or even taller. I went to pass them, but one spoke up.

“Becky Sue, a moment.”

I turned around, “Yes?”

“I don’t know if you remember us, but….”

“Captain Gonzalez of the basketball team? And some of your faithful minions? I remember you trouncing our rivals in the championship.”

“Um… Yeah… We can’t help but notice your willingness to have sex with others.” I nodded and he went on. “We are all rather tall, and it is rather hard to find a girl tall enough for standing sex. We discussed it, and we would all like to give it a try, if you are willing.”

At that, my nipples quickly went to full mast. “All at once, or one at a time? I’m game either way, but I think it will be easier if only one is inside me at a time.”

“Yes, one at a time…”

“Okay captain, you first. Pop that dick. Now stick it in me. Push me against the wall. Good. Harder. Harder, faster. Oh, nice! Suck that nipple harder and bite it a bit. Don’t worry, I’m not fragile.” I got him so worked up, he came real hard. Long, too. When he deflated, I just told him to sit a bit.

He sat, and I then pulled another in front of me. “Your turn. Pop that dick!” He seemed more the slow and easy type, so I accommodated him. I sensed he was about to pull out before coming, so I just use my kegel training and didn’t let him. “Come in me. Go ahead, it’s okay.” He couldn’t hold it any longer and let it rip. He deflated, and I sat him down. The captain looked ready to stand, but I just pulled the next player in.

When the last deflated and sat, I pulled the captain to me again. “First time, you were too eager. This time, take all the time you need. Savor it. Now in.” While his pace was almost the same, it was clear he was taking the time to enjoy it. I got him to play more with my nipples. As he came, I looked him in the eye and said, “You will stay hard, I want you again.” He got a surprised look as he didn’t deflate, and looked at me in wonder. Again, looking him in the eye, I said, “This time it will be better, longer, and more intense. Prepare yourself. Hold it as long as you can. Then you can relax.”

This time it took longer for him to come, but it seemed to take forever to finish coming in me. When he did, he fainted. I caught him and lowered him carefully to the ground. The others were stunned. I just said, “Next,” while looking at the second guy I did. As he came the first time, I likewise whammied him like the captain. He had the same reaction. “Next.” Another was downed. “Next.”

Afterwards, I went back into the restroom to clean up. When I came out, they were still there, but awake and smiling. Then they saw me. I still wore the boots, belt, and gloves, but my dress was now in my purse. I just returned to the floor to find my husband and dance some more. When we took breaks, I just acted like my attire was reasonable and if anyone asked, I just said it’s easier to have sex when you are nude.

Late in the evening, they called our attention for the status updates. They called each of us to the stage to tell everyone what we were now up to. When my turn came, I went up, still ignoring my lack of attire. I took the mike and said, “I went to college on a football scholarship, and graduated as a drama and phys. ed. dual major. I also became the actress known as Helen Asher. That’s right. I am the star of the R and X-rated Nigkala Tales. I fight hard, and sex hard. But some of you might have guessed that.” I then played with my nipples. This got some laughter. “This is my husband, also an actor, known as Ray Young. We have three kids and love each other.” He reached behind me and placed a hand on my lower breast and started to play. “We are here for another few days, and would welcome visits to us at the hotel.” I handed the mike back, and we walked back to our seats. His hand behind my back made it tricky, but his grip on my breast didn’t fail.

While I didn’t have any more sex that night, I did get lots of questions about my role and how I was able to do it in front of the camera and a crowd. “Simple. No sexual inhibition. Or close to it.” I also got lots of sex questions, as by now everyone knew they could ask me anything sexual, and I would answer.

For the rest of our stay, I entertained visitors, including some teachers. If they hinted a desire for sex, I took them to the side room first and indulged them before introducing them to my family. Kelly was given another free day, and a bonus, and went shopping. The day before leaving, we had a picnic. We went to the swimming hole, and I took my clothes off to tan. Kelly and Filipe took turns applying lotion. When the kids slept, he took off his shorts, and we had sex to the surprise of the young crowd. After a bit, it got quiet, but we didn’t pay any attention.

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Chapter 2: Dinner Date

She had gotten ready, taken her shower, putting the water cool. And they had met downstairs, she wasn’t sure why she had dressed how she had, wearing a dress she had only bought to wear when she was alone. She loved dressing up on nights she had the house to herself, and putting in one of her movies, special movies. She usually ended up on the floor in the front room vibrator buzzing away as she screamed out her pleasure. The dress was black, skimpy, it came to her mid thigh, she had worn no bra, the dress had a V neck and showed off quite a bit of cleavage. It also showed off that great ass, just little spaghetti straps holding it on her shoulders.

Tim came down the stairs, and froze when he had her insight. “Wow mom, you look great” He said, and tried his hardest not to get aroused, with absolutely no luck. Moving into the living room he slid his hands into his pants and adjusted so it wasn’t noticeable. Using the excuse of getting his shoes from the closet in there though. “You ready to go mom?” He asked once he had his shoes on and had entered, she was also wearing thin gray nylons and high heals, her make up was conservative, unlike the dress, but it made her look nice, instead of the trashy look that more make up might have given her.

“I am ready, why don’t you drive?” She offered him the key’s, picking up her purse. He snatched afyon escort the keys, he loved driving. It was one of the few things he truly enjoyed, other than spending too many hours on his computer.

“Of course I’ll drive” He smiled and moved to the door, pushing it open and slipping out into the cool evening air. He moved to the passenger door, unlocking it and opening it for her. She smiled at him, taking his arms gently with her hand.

“Are you going to treat me like a woman tonight?” She asked softly, smiling at him still.

“I always treat you as the most beautiful lady in all the world” He nodded his head at her, and she kissed his cheek, slipping into the car. He blushed a little and moved around, getting in the drivers side. His mom owned a nice 99 Honda accord.

“Don’t speed” She warned as he pulled out a little to quickly.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t thinking” He said quite honestly, well not about the road. Glancing at her he noticed her dress had ridden up a bit, and he could see that … holy shit, she was wearing no underwear, he could see a bit of the brown hair down there. He turned away as he felt his cock strain even more against the slacks he wore. Afraid he’d break them open.

If he thought she hadn’t noticed his arousal in the house, or that she didn’t notice it grow at this moment, he was aydın escort greatly mistaken, it was again making her damp to think she could get him so aroused, but she tugged her dress down gently, covering herself up once again. And demurely crossing her legs. They arrived a few minutes later, not talking in the car, neither trusting themselves too talk.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” Tim told her once inside, and slipped away. He needed relief, bad. There was nobody in here, he slipped into a stall, and did his best to be fast, it took him about two minutes to cum in the toilet again, this time biting his lip so he made no noise. He slipped out and the hostess showed him to their table. He sat across from his mother, they were in the back, near the kitchen. But not too near, in the corner, where you couldn’t really see them, and nobody could hear them except the waitress when she approached. His mother had already decided what she was getting.

“I looked over the menu, I think you’ll like the fettuccini or this dish,” pointing it out on the menu for him.

“That does look good, yea, order me that,” he let her order when the waitress approached, just smiling at her faintly, he knew her from school. She was usually nice to him. Dinner went by quickly, they hardly talked at all, both still quite … aroused and disturbed by what was going ağrı escort on between them. It was wrong for her to do anything about it, she knew that much. He didn’t care, in all honesty, he had thought it over long ago. He had decided that as long as they had no children then there was no reason other than social taboo that they couldn’t make love. With his mother it would always be making love, because he loved her dearly.

The ride back was silent, until they were passing the rental place. “Want to get a movie?” His mother asked, and he pulled into the parking lot.

“yea, that sounds fun.” It was Friday so they didn’t have to worry about how late they stayed up. They got out and moved into the rental store, going through new releases.

“Let’s get a couple,” Margaret said, “We can stay up all night watching movies.”

“Now that really sounds like fun,” Chris said with a nod, “Why don’t I pick three, and you do the same?”

“Alright” His mom answered and moved off, she wasn’t sure why she, with two movies in hand, slipped into the adult doors. She didn’t pay attention to the couple of guys back there, as she moved through. She finally decided on a movie that had a title which didn’t give off it being porn right away. It was called simply, ‘That night.’ She slipped back out and found Tim. “Ready?” She asked and he simply nodded that he was, as they both walked toward the counter. Another ten minutes and they were at home, she had the movies on the coffee table, putting in X-Men, one that he had rented.

“Let’s go put on something more comfortable,” She told him and slipped up to change clothing.

To Be Continued…

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orospu karımBen ve eşim turizm sektöründe farklı kollarda çalışmaktayız. Eşim balıketli iri göğüslü iri kalçaları olan bir kadındır ve karşısındaki erkekleri etkileyen bir cazibesi vardır.Eşim küçük bir butik otele resepsiyonist olarak başlamıştı arada mesailere falan kalıyor gece geç geliyordu eve kadar şefi getiriyor kapıya kadar bırakıyordu bende bunu bir iyi niyet göstergesi olarak almıştım. Ta ki eşime sürpriz amaçlı oteline ziyarete gidinceye dek.O akşam eşim beni aradı ve geç geleceğini söyledi. Bende elime bir demet çiçek alıp çıkış saatine yakın otele gittim. Kuytu bir köşede beklemeye başladım otel villa şeklinde olduğu için kimse kimseyi görmüyordu. O sırada lüks bir araba otelin önünde durdu ve içinden iyi giyimli 2 kişi inip resepsiyona gittiler eşim işlemlerini tamamlayıp adamlara anahtarlarını teslim etti. Eşim bir şeyler deyip şefini işaret etti. Adamlarda şefi çağırıp eşimi gösterip bir şeyler söylediler. Şef eşime bir şeyler söyledi eşim çok güzel bir şekilde gülümseyip adamların elinden anahtarları alıp önlerinden yürümeye başladı. escort yenibosna Ama nasıl yürüme resmen kırıtıyordu. Ve daha yeni fark ettiğim bir şey daha vardı eteği çok dar ve kısaydı o güzel kalçaları olduğu gibi ortadaydı. Ne olduğunu anlayamamıştım normalde şefini gidip odayı göstermesi gerekiyordu. Bir gariplik olduğunu anlamıştım. Hemen resepsiyonun arkasından dolaşıp villalara doğru görünmeden geçtim. Eşime ve adamlara görünmeden onları takip etmeye başladım. Verdikleri villa en sondaki kuytu bir noktada karanlığın içinde bir villaydı.Adamlar kuytu yerlere geldikçe eşime daha fazla samimiyet gösteriyorlardı eşimde onlara karşılık veriyordu. Gözlerime inanamıyordum. Adamlar eşimin kalçalarını okşuyor oda adamlara beyler birazdan her pozisyonda sikeceksiniz biraz sabredin diyordu. Siz hangi pozisyonda sikeceksiniz onu düşünün deyip ellerini adamların önüne attı pantolonların üzerinden adamları okşamaya başladı. Etrafa bakıp adamların önünde diz çöküp bahçede yaraklarını çıkarıp escort kayaşehir ağzına aldı ve ayağa kalkıp şimdilik bu kadar dedi. Adamlar eşimin dudaklarına yapışıp kalçalarını avuçladı. Daha sonra hızlanıp eşim önden adamlar arkadan odaya geçtiler.Bende arkadan odanın balkonuna çıkıp kulak kabarttım. Perdenin kenarı çok hafif bir aralık vardı ve gördüğüm kadarıyla kapıdan girer girmez eşime yumuldular. Götünün yanaklarını sıkıp memelerini emiyorlardı eşimi hızla soyup yatağa attılar. Biri ağzına verdi diğeride götüne hızla kökledi. Eşim can havliyle öne doğru sıçrayıp çığlık attı daha önce ben bile sikmemiştim o güzel götü. Ama anlaşılan eşim alışıktı 1 2 sefer gelip gittikten sonra eşim amını okşayıp inlemeye başlamıştı. Eşim boşalın artık demeye başlamıştı. Bu sırada aklıma eşime telefon etmek geldi ve eşimi aradım çalan telefona adam uzandı ve kocan deyip hınzırca gülümsedi. Adam açayım mı diye sorduğunda eşim bir anda götündeki adamdan kurtulup telefonu kaptı ve hadi boşalın escort beykent artık işim var dedi. Adamlar eşimin omzundan tutup zorla ağzına verdiler ve gidip eşyalarının üzerine boşaldılar. İnanamıyordum eşimi bi güzel sikmişlerdi eşim o kıyafetleri giyip adamlara döndü ve adamda cüzdanından para çıkarıp eşime uzattı ve yarın aynı şeyi istediklerini söylediler. Eşim de bunun problem olmadığını söyleyip çıktı. Kapıya çıkar çıkmaz beni arayıp işini yoğun olduğunu bi yarım saat sonra çıkacağını söyledi ve bende bile bile yemiş numarası yapıp teli kapattım. Ve daha sonra eşimi takip etmeye başladım.Eşim üzerindeki döllere aldırmadan resepsiyona gitti ve arkaya dolanıp şefi yanına çağardı. Tabi bende arka cama yapışıp tekrar izlemeye koyuldum. Eşim parayı şefine uzattı şefte yarısını kendine alıp gerisini iade etti ve eşimi masaya yatırıp e anlat bakalım neler yaptınız dedi ve yarağını çıkarıp karıma soktu ve karım yaptıklarını anlatırken oda eşimi bi güzel sikip ağzına boşaldı. Eşim üzerini değiştirip şefinin yanına geldi ve dudaklarına arzulu bi öpücük kondurdu. Bu akşam yaşananlar beni çok etkilemişti. Ve hızla eve gittim eşimi yine şefi eve bıraktı. Eşimi o akşam bende siktim ve ona götünü sikmek istediğimi söylediğimde çok acır falan deyip itiraz etmeye kalktı ama zorla ikna edip siktim. Ve o adamlar gibi eşimin yüzüne boşaldım. Eşim çok şaşırmıştı daha önce onu hiç böyle sikmediğimi söyledi.

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Der Arbeitsvertrag und Erlebnisse meiner Mutter in der Thier-Galerie

(Fortsetzung von „Das Bank-Meeting meiner Mutter in Dortmund”)

Nachdem Herr Dr. Müller den PC-Monitor ausgeschaltet hatte, kramte er aus seiner Aktentasche eine dicke Kladde hervor, aus der er ein weißes DIN A4-Blatt herausholte. Ich ahnte schon, um was es sich handelte, und beim Blick zu meiner neben mir sitzenden Mutter konnte ich ich erkennen, wie sie eine Schluckbewegung machte.

Dabei schaute sie flehentlich zu Herrn Dr. Müller und sagte: „Bitte nicht vor meinem Sohn”. Doch Herr Dr. Müller erwiderte mit einem schelmischen Grinsen: „Den Inhalt kennt er eh schon, Herr Grützner hat ihm vor Ihrem Meeting einen Entwurf zukommen lassen. Wir können also ganz offen die Details besprechen”, liebe Christina.

Er legte nun das weiße Blatt Papier auf seinen Bürotisch, so dass ich und meine Mutter den Text gut lesen konnten. In der Überschrift stand in großen Lettern „Arbeitsvertrag zwischen Frau Christina B. und Herrn Dr. Müller zur Anstellung von Frau Christina B. als persönliche Assistentin”.

Sie war also nicht bei der Bank beschäftigt, sondern nur bei Herrn Dr. Müller, so ähnlich kannte meine Mutter das ja schon aus der Beratungsstellentätigkeit in der Bausparkasse, wo sie auch von dem jeweiligen Bezirksleiter bezahlt wurde.

Hier nun der exakte Wortlaut es Vertrages:

(Wer die Einzelheiten und Formalitäten nicht lesen möchte, kann etwas weiter scrollen. Die Datumsangaben habe ich hier aus Datenschutzgründen weggelassen)

Arbeitsvertrag vom … … … …

zwischen Herrn Dr. Ernst Müller (im Folgenden: „Arbeitgeber”) und Frau Christina B. (im Folgenden: „Arbeitnehmerin”)

wird folgender unbefristeter Arbeitsvertrag geschlossen:

§ 1 Vertragsgegenstand

1. Die Arbeitnehmerin wird ab dem … … … … als persönliche Assistentin des Arbeitgebers beschäftigt.

Insoweit obliegen ihr folgende Aufgaben:

1.1 Beratungstätigkeit in der Dortmunder Bankfiliale in Finanzierungsangelegenheiten

1.2 Tätigkeiten im Wertpapiergeschäft, Geldanlagen allgemein, Aktien An- und Verkauf

1.3 Privatkundenbetreuung in der Bankfiliale

1.4 Begleitung von Herrn Dr. Müller bei Außendiensteinsätzen im Inland

1.5 Begleitung von Herrn Dr. Müller bei Außendiensteinsätzen im Ausland

1.6 Im Rahmen der Kundenbetreuung Erfüllung intimer Pflichten über das übliche Maß hinaus

2. Sexuelle Pflichten der Arbeitnehmerin

2.1 Oralverkehr mit Aufnahme

2.2 GV in allen Positionen und alle ihre Körperöffnungen ohne Kondom

2.3 Analverkehr ohne Kondom

2.4 DP, Deepthroats, Creampies, Gesichtsbesamungen

2.5 Gruppensex mit mehreren Männern in alle ihre Körperöffnungen

2.6 Bei besonderen Kundenwünschen auch Natursekt und Kaviar

3. Eine Erweiterung der Aufgabenliste ist nachträglich noch möglich.

4. Der Arbeitgeber behält sich vor, der Arbeitnehmerin unter Beachtung seiner berechtigten Interessen andere zumutbare Aufgaben zu übertragen.

§ 2 Arbeitszeit

1. Die regelmäßige wöchentliche Arbeitszeit beträgt derzeit 35,0 Stunden.

2. Die Arbeitnehmerin ist verpflichtet, ihre ganze Arbeitskraft im Interesse des Arbeitgebers einzusetzen und im Falle der Erforderlichkeit über die betriebliche Arbeitszeit hinaus Wochenend- und Nachtarbeit zu leisten, was besonders bei Außendiensteinsätzen erforderlich sein kann.

§ 3 Vergütung

1. Die Arbeitnehmerin erhält für ihre Tätigkeit ein monatliches Bruttogehalt von 7000 Euro, welches jeweils am Monatsende zur Zahlung fällig ist.

2. Mit der Vergütung gemäß vorstehendem Abs. 1 sind 10 Überstunden pro Woche abgegolten.

§ 4 Sonderzahlungen

Etwaige Sonderzahlungen in Form von Prämien für besondere Dienstleistungen außer den in § 1 aufgeführten Aufgaben erfolgen freiwillig und ohne Rechtsanspruch für die Zukunft.

§ 5 Verschwiegenheitspflicht

Die Arbeitnehmerin ist verpflichtet, über alle ihr im Zusammenhang mit ihrer Tätigkeit für den Arbeitgeber zugänglich werdenden Informationen über geschäftliche und betriebliche Verhältnisse und Angelegenheiten des Arbeitgebers, insbesondere Umsatzzahlen, Kalkulationsgrundlagen und Kundenbeziehungen gegenüber jedermann Stillschweigen zu bewahren.

$ 6 Nebentätigkeiten

Die Übernahme jeglicher auf Erwerb gerichteter Nebentätigkeit durch die Arbeitnehmerin bedarf der schriftlichen Einwilligung des Arbeitgebers.

§ 7 Urlaub

Die Arbeitnehmerin erhält den gesetzlichen Mindesturlaub von 20 Arbeitstagen pro Kalenderjahr (bei einer 5-Tage-Arbeitswoche).

§ 8 Arbeitsverhinderung

Die Arbeitnehmerin ist verpflichtet, den Arbeitgeber im Fall einer Dienstverhinderung infolge von Krankheit unverzüglich vor Arbeitsbeginn telefonisch zu informieren.

Die Arbeitnehmerin ist verpflichtet, dem Arbeitgeber auf Verlangen bereits ab dem 1. Arbeitstag eine Arbeitsunfähigkeitsbescheinigung vorzulegen.

§ 9 Dauer/Beendigung des Arbeitsverhältnisses/Kündigungsfristen/Probezeit

Während escort halkalı der Laufzeit des Vertrages gelten die ersten drei Monate des Arbeitsverhältnisses als Probezeit. Nach Ablauf der Probezeit gelten für beide Seiten nicht die gesetzlichen Kündigungsfristen, sondern nur der Arbeitgeber hat das Recht zur fristlosen Kündigung aus wichtigem Grund. Eine Beendigung des Arbeitsverhältnisses durch die Arbeitnehmerin ist nur in Ausnahmefällen möglich und zieht Vertragsstrafen nach sich.

§ 10 Vertragsstrafe im Zusammenhang mit der Beendigung des Vertrages

1. Die Arbeitnehmerin verpflichtet sich, an den Arbeitgeber eine Vertragsstrafe in Höhe von sechs Bruttomonatsgehalten zu bezahlen, wenn sie die Stelle nicht antritt bzw. das Arbeitsverhältnis vor der geplanten Arbeitsaufnahme kündigt.

2. Des weiteren hat die Arbeitnehmerin eine Vertragsstrafe von 100.000 Euro zu bezahlen, wenn sie den Vertrag vorzeitig auflösen möchte.

§ 11 Sonstige Vereinbarungen

Die Arbeitnehmerin verpflichtet sich, immer für den Arbeitgeber und dessen Kunden und Geschäftspartner optisch aufreizend gekleidet, geschminkt und frisiert zu sein. Sie hat den Wünschen der überwiegend männlichen Kundschaft uneingeschränkt Folge zu leisten und willigt freiwillig darin ein, GV ohne Kondom zuzulassen. Um die entsprechende Verhütung hat sich die Arbeitnehmerin selbst zu kümmern.

Zur optischen Verschönerung willigt die Arbeitnehmerin freiwillig darin ein, ihre Brüste mindestens auf Cup-D-Größe durch entsprechende medizinische Eingriffe vergrößern zu lassen. Des weiteren willigt sie freiwillig in eine permanente Haarverlängerung und eine geringfügige Aufspritzung ihrer Lippen ein. Mit der Option weiterer Schönheitsoperationen ist die Arbeitnehmerin einverstanden.

Mit den beiden Unterschriftfeldern und dem noch einzusetzenden Datum war der Arbeitsvertrag zu Ende.

Ich hatte bisher nur den Vertragsentwurf in den Händen gehabt, der aber in den meisten Punkten dem hier vorliegenden Papier entsprach. Mir hat es schon beim ersten Lesen beim gemischten Eis und Kaffee beim Italiener in der Thier-Galerie die Sprache verschlagen. Was meine Mutter beim ersten Banktermin schon unterschrieben hatte, wusste ich natürlich nicht, aber es wird bestimmt schon ein erster Vorvertrag gewesen sein, damit sie überhaupt zu diesem Meeting eingeladen wurde.

Doch dieser Vertrag hatte so etwas schonungslos endgültiges an sich, was für meine Mutter zwar viel Geld, aber auch weitreichende Konsequenzen haben sollte. In meiner Phantasie stellte ich sie mir schon mit noch größeren runden Brüsten und volleren sinnlichen Bläserlippen vor.

Zum Glück konnte sie meine Gedanken nicht sehen, und so nahm sie den Vertrag noch einmal in ihre zarten Hände mit den roten langen Nägeln, und an ihren kaum wahrnehmbaren Lippenbewegungen konnte ich erkennen, dass sie alles noch mal in Ruhe durchlas. Finanziell war die neue Stelle ein enormer Aufstieg gegenüber ihrer Tätigkeit bei der Bausparkasse, die kleinen Finanzspritzen mit den Immobiliengeschäften mit Albert schon eingerechnet. Bei den Terminen mit Albert wurde es ja auch oft spät, und was sie dabei mit den Kunden machte, wusste ich gar nicht so genau.

Die Vertragsstrafe würde sie nie und nimmer bezahlen können, so dass ihr wahrscheinlich nichts anderes übrig bleiben wird, als durchzuhalten. Also musste es sich meine Mutter gut überlegen, ob sie das Wagnis der neuen Arbeitsstelle mit diesen Bedingungen eingehen wollte.

Nach dem für sie sicherlich anstrengenden Meeting mit den vielen Männern hatte meine Mutter ja schon einen Eindruck ihrer zukünftigen Arbeit bekommen. Herr Dr. Müller legte schon seinen Kugelschreiber zur Unterschrift bereit, doch meine Mutter zögerte noch etwas.

„Soll ich das alles wirklich machen?” fragte sie mich von der Seite anblickend und wirkte irgendwie etwas verwirrt. „Denken Sie doch an das viele Geld, Christina, und eine Aufgabe, bei der sie aufgrund ihres attraktiven Äußeren von den Männern begehrt werden. Junge Dinger gibt es genügend, die für ihre Karriere die Beine breit machen, aber eine Frau im besten Alter, die zudem noch über jahrelange Erfahrung im Bankgeschäft verfügt, dass ist doch für unsere Kunden etwas wirklich besonderes.” Mit diesen Worten versuchte Herr Dr. Müller meine Mutter zur Unterschrift unter den Vertrag zu bewegen.

Ich wollte meiner Mutter in Bezug auf ihre Karriere nicht im Wege stehen und meinte nur: „Das kannst Du ruhig machen, Mami, ich bin da sehr tolerant. Außerdem bist Du dann nicht mehr so viel allein zu Hause. Schließlich hast Du ja auch noch Bedürfnisse. Du kommst bestimmt mit einflussreichen Geschäftsmännern zusammen und denke mal an die Option, interessante Auslandsreisen zu machen und andere Kulturkreise kennen zu lernen. So eine Chance bekommst Du so schnell nicht wieder.”

„Ihr Sohn hat die Situation richtig eingeschätzt, liebe Christina. In dieser Beziehung können sie richtig Stolz escort beşiktaş auf ihren erwachsenen Sohn sein.”

Herr Dr. Müller gab ihr nun den Kugelschreiber in ihre rechte Hand, und meine Mutter beugte sich mit ihrem demnächst noch besser gefüllten Oberkörper über den Schreibtisch, um den Kugelschreiber in das Unterschriftfeld des Vertrages zu führen. Mit wenigen schwungvollen Schriftzügen setzte sie schlussendlich ihre Unterschrift unter den Vertrag, den zuvor schon Herr Dr. Müller signiert hatte.

Nun war dieses Kapitel auch besiegelt, und er begrüßte meine Mutter nun endgültig in seinem Mitarbeiterteam. Herr Grützner kam auf Anruf von Herrn Dr. Müller mit einer echten Champagnerflasche in das Büro, um diesen wichtigen Abschnitt im Leben meiner Mutter gebührend begießen zu können.

Wir wurden von den beiden Herren genötigt, mit ihnen anzustoßen, wobei meiner Mutter die Grundlage für den Alkohol fehlte. Das bekommt ihr normalerweise nicht und macht sie schnell beschwipst. Schließlich hatte sie heute Vormittag außer Sperma und Pisse nichts in den Magen bekommen.

Sie war ja auch noch so angezogen, wie sie den Anzugherren im Meeting zu Diensten war, dass heißt Ihren Oberkörper umschloss noch das rote Lacklederkorsett, das ihr bestimmt schon in ihren Weichteilen ob der Enge wehtun musste. Außerdem zwängte der enge schwarze Lederrock noch ihre Oberschenkel zusammen.

Ich wollte, dass wir jetzt gehen. Herr Dr. Müller und sein Kollege hatten erreicht, was sie wollten und damit sollte der Tag in der Bankfiliale am Dortmunder Westenhellweg jetzt zu Ende gehen.

Meine Mutter und ich verabschiedeten uns von den beiden Herren, die sichtlich zufrieden mit dem heutigen Bankmeeting waren, und ich sagte zu meiner Mutter: „Warte noch hier in der Bank, bis ich Dir Deinen langen dünnen Sommermantel aus dem hellen cremefarbenen Stoff hole. So möchte ich nicht, dass Du durch die Stadt gehst.”

Ich eilte ins Parkhaus zu meinem Wagen, um ihr den langen Stoffmantel zu holen, der sie komplett bis auf die Schuhspitzen verhüllen sollte. Zurück in der Bankfiliale half ich meiner Mutter in den langen Mantel und nahm sie an der Hand, damit sie es beim Gehen auf den nadelspitzen turmhohen Absätzen ihrer schwarzen Lackstiefel etwas leichter hatte, ihr Gleichgewicht zu halten.

Wir verließen die Bank und gingen durch einen Seiteneingang in die nahe gelegene Thier-Galerie. In einem Gang hallte das harte Schlagen ihrer spitzen Metallabsätze auf dem Steinfliesenboden an den Wänden wider, und wir gingen so schnell es der enge Lederrock unter ihrem langen Mantel ermöglichte in den Bereich mit den vielen Geschäften des Centers.

Ich merkte schon, dass einige Passanten uns an und hinterher sahen, was am auffälligen Schrittgeräusch und den unter dem Mantel hervorblitzenden hohen Hacken liegen musste. Außerdem boten ihre schulterlangen gelockten schwarzen Haare und die Enden der Lackstiefel einen schönen Kontrast zum hell beigen dünnen Sommermantel. Weil meine Mutter noch so jung aussah, gingen wir schon mal als ein Paar durch oder eine Frau, die sich einen jüngeren Lover hielt. Aber das kannte ich ja schon aus diversen Urlaubsreisen mit ihr.

Es war jetzt schon Nachmittag gegen 14 Uhr, und da ich schon ein Eis gegessen hatte, schlug ich ihr vor, hier beim Italiener eine Pizza zu essen. „Damit Du heute auch noch etwas richtiges in Deinen Magen bekommst, als nur Proteine pur”, sagte ich zu ihr mit einem gewissen ironischen Unterton. Meine Mutter hatte mich schon verstanden, wie ich das meinte, denn sie erwiderte: „Ich habe ja heute schon einiges schlucken müssen, aber so widerlich wie es für Dich in dem Video von dem Meeting ausgesehen haben musste, war es eigentlich gar nicht. Das Sperma der Männer war ja warm und schmeckte etwas salzig und rann meine Kehle herunter wie das sprichwörtliche Öl. Ich stellte mir vor, es ist Spargelcremesoße und damit war es gut zu ertragen. Außerdem habe ich als Frau bei den Penetrationen auch was davon gehabt, und als der alte Fettsack unter mir lag und meine nasse Pussy leckte, habe ich eine Orgasmus gehabt. Das konntest Du in dem Video sogar sehen!”

Das waren Gespräche zwischen Mutter und Sohn, die sich viele bestimmt nicht vorstellen können, aber seit der Scheidung von meinem Vater hatten wir fast alles zusammen gemacht, und so eine enge Bindung schafft enorme Vertrautheit. Ich erzählte meiner Mutter auch meine Erfahrungen mit Frauen und sie wiederum mit Männern, wenn sie sich mit meist älteren Männern traf.

Das Besondere an der Thier-Galerie ist, dass man hier mitten zwischen den durcheilenden Passanten Sitzgruppen mit Tischchen hingestellt hatte, an denen man im Trubel Sitzen und Beobachten konnte. Das mit dem Beobachten machten wir gerne zusammen, so gucken was Frauen und Männer modisch so tragen. Ich stand natürlich besonders auf Frauen, die gerne kurz, knapp und hoch trugen. Also kurzer enger Rock und möglichst hohe Hacken!

Bei meiner eigenen Mutter traf das Dank escort küçükççekmece Albert ja auch schon zu. Vor ein paar Jahren hätte sie sich das nicht getraut, aber mittlerweile bin ich mit ihrem gewagten Kleidungsstil richtig Stolz auf sie.

Nun kam wieder ihr Auftritt!

Ich half ihr aus dem verhüllenden Mantel, und plötzlich war für alle ihr doch etwas gewagtes Outfit für die Öffentlichkeit sichtbar. Sie setzte sich auf den hellen cremefarbenen Kunstledersessel der Sitzgruppe mir gegenüber, dabei rutschte ihr schwarzer Lederrock soweit hoch, dass die Passanten von der Seite die Säume ihre Nahtnylons sehen konnten. Dazu lugten noch die glänzenden schwarzen Lackstiefel mit den wahnsinnig hohen Stahlabsätzen unter dem kleinen runden Tisch hervor. Aber der Gipfel unter den hier „normal” angezogenen Leuten war natürlich das rote Lacklederkorsett mit der schwarzen auffälligen Schnürung unter ihren nach oben gedrückten Brüsten! Zum Glück waren ihre schwarz gefärbten lockigen Haare so lang, dass sie ihre Schultern bedeckten und ihr üppiges Dekolleté einrahmten, so dass es von der Seite betrachtet, bestimmt nicht so verrucht ausgesehen haben musste.

Wir teilten uns eine große Pizza und tranken neben Wasser auch noch einen gespritzten Aperol, das zur Zeit angesagte Frauengetränk. Ich spürte förmlich die Blicke der vorbeigehenden Passanten, wie sie meine Mutter ansahen. Bei einigen, vor allem älteren Frauen, konnte ich ein Kopfschütteln erkennen, und wie diese Frauen ihre männlichen Begleiter wegziehen mussten, damit sie weiterlaufen konnten.

Nach dem Essen ging meine Mutter kurz auf die Toilette, um sich frisch zu machen und ihr Make-up zu erneuern, dass doch etwas unter dem Meeting gelitten hatte. Sie hatte zwar schon in der Bank die meisten Sperma Spuren und angetrockneten salzigen Flecken von Urinresten weggewischt und ihr Gesicht provisorisch neu geschminkt, doch sie wollte so nicht dauerhaft unter die Leute gehen.

Als sie nach einer Weile wieder zurück an unseren Tisch kam, war ihr schwarzer Lederrock wieder makellos tiefschwarz und matt und auch die letzten weißen Flecken hatte sie vom Lackkorsett und den Spitzen der Lackstiefel entfernt. Ihre Lippen glänzten wieder tiefrot und waren mit Lipgloss versehen und bildeten wieder den gewohnten Kontrast zu ihren schönen weißen Zähnen. Auch ihre Augen hatte sie wieder dunkel umrandet und ihre Wangen waren mit hellrosafarbenem Rouge verschönert. So zurecht gemacht und durch das Korsett sehr gerade sitzend, blickte sie wieder strahlend umher, und die Anzahl stehen bleibender Passanten nahm wieder zu.

Der eine oder andere Mann zückte sogar seine Digitalkamera oder sein Smartphone, um verstohlen aus der Distanz ein Foto von meiner geil aussehenden Mutter zu machen. Mir war das auf der einen Seite unangenehm, aber auf der anderen Seite erregte es mich auch, wenn andere Männer meine Mutter attraktiv fanden.

„Jetzt leck’ Dir doch noch mal langsam mit Deiner Zungenspitze über die vor Lipgloss glänzenden Lippen, der alte Kerl dahinten macht gerade ein Foto von Dir! Ja so ist es gut, provoziere ihn! Lass’ Deine hellrote Zungenspitze an Deinen Lippen züngeln und kreisen. Der kriegt bestimmt gleich einen Ständer, wenn Du so weiter machst.” Meine Mutter machte das Spiel mit und griff mit ihren Händen sogar noch an ihr Lackkorsett, um ihre prallen Brüste noch besser in Position zu bringen. Ihre Brustwarzen wurden gerade noch so vom Lackleder bedeckt, und zwischen ihren großen Rundungen konnte jeder eine tiefe lange Ritze erkennen. Wahnsinnig geil sah das aus! Und das in aller Öffentlichkeit hier in der Thier-Galerie!

Inzwischen war meine Mutter der Star unter den in der Eisdiele und Pizzeria sitzenden Personen, was man an der größer werdenden Anzahl Digicams zückender Passanten erkennen konnte.

„So langsam musst Du aber wieder aufhören, damit nicht gleich die Polizei wegen Erregung öffentlichen Ärgernisses auftaucht!”

„Ja, ja mein Sohn! Nur noch ein kleiner Busenblitzer und wir bezahlen und gehen.”

Noch während meine Mutter aufstand und die Passanten sie jetzt in voller Größe auf den super hohen Hacken der Lackstiefel stehen sehen konnten, klickten die Digitalkameras. Sie strich ihren schwarzen Lederrock wieder glatt, schnürte vorne ihr Dekolleté wieder etwas mehr zu und fuhr mit ihren Händen durch ihr volles lockiges Haar. Ich half ihr in den hellen Sommermantel, und wir verließen den inzwischen umlagerten Ort. Noch während wir an den vielen Geschäften vorbei durch die Thier-Galerie liefen, folgten uns einige Voyeure mit ihren Kameras. Das harte Schlagen ihrer Absätze war natürlich unüberhörbar, und ihre unter dem hellen Mantel hervortretenden dünnen Stilettos der hohen Metallabsätze leuchteten silbrig hell in den Blitzen der Kameras.

Richtig peinlich war das laute Krachen ihrer Absätze in dem kleineren Gang zum Parkhaus der Thier-Galerie. Noch vor dem Fahrstuhl stehend, sah ich einige Männer von vorhin hinter uns stehen. Sie drängten alle mit uns in die enge Fahrstuhlkabine. Diese war innen komplett von oben bis unten verspiegelt, ausgenommen war nur der schwarze, mit flachen Noppen versehene Kunststoffboden.

Mit uns zusammen fuhren an die acht Männer im Fahrstuhl mit, teilweise die Digicams noch in den Händen haltend, wobei die meisten Objektive nicht eingefahren waren. Sie filmten also heimlich mit, diese Spanner!

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Spoiler Tags: transformation, monster girl, litrpg, virtual reality, adventure, manticore, catgirl, mermaid, futanari, holstaur

Now we’re getting somewhere.

Despite my intrigue over what appeared to be a core questline, I was still staring down an extremely cautious, potentially dangerous, holstaur woman who outmuscled me at least four to one and had me in the palm of her hand, literally.

And knew I’d been rummaging around her head…

Gulp.

Note to self: Walk very carefully when dealing with her.

My feet dropped firmly onto the floor and I sucked in glorious oxygen. Roslyte had decided I’d had enough laid me to the ground, and released her hand from around my neck.

She gave me a speculative look, her tail flashing through the air behind her matronly thighs. “I’m gonna go get my things packed. Be ready to leave in the morning.” She started to leave but then turned back towards me. “And if you tell anyone who I am there will be hell to pay.”

I waved my hands in front of my chest as if to say, “Why, I would never even consider doing such a thing madam.”

Shoot. There goes my way back in with Gwen. The only one who might have a chance against the literal demigoddess who’d taken an interest in me.

Retiring for the night, I flopped into bed, the six hours of sleep passing in a very literal blink of an eye. Sunlight peeked through the curtains of my room and I donned my clothing and descended from my room back to the common area, where I promptly spotted Gwen.

The red furred woman with silver armor was now sitting in the common area, a sack of some sort of food resting by her table as she scowled, ripping off pieces of what looked to be cinnamon roll and popping it into her mouth and staring at me. Approaching the table carefully, I gave her a nervous little wave. She glared at me, pausing with a half-eaten piece of food in her mouth. She swallowed, squinting at me suspiciously as I stood there awkwardly.

“What do you want?” she asked sharply, tearing off the last piece of her current cinnamon roll and shoving it into her mouth before reaching into the sack for another.

“It seems we can’t quite find our footing together,” I said ruefully.

Quirking her eyebrow, she stopped munching on her tasty smelling pastry.

“What I mean by that,” I continued hastily. “Is that I feel the need to apologize profusely for the way I left you hanging yesterday. I kinda got… caught up in something,” I said, rubbing my neck awkwardly.”

She smiled, laughter skipping across her face as she smiled. “I heard about your encounter with the town champion. A bit too much of a stallion was she?” she teased, taking a giant bite of cinnamon roll, fangs clacking as she ate, smugly grinning the entire time.

“I gave as good as I got… And I just realized you’re talking about the fight and not what happened after. Am I as charismatic as I feel right now? Because…” I let my breath out in a whoosh. “Man I seem to be channeling Bogart like a champion,” I finished sarcastically. Taking a seat, I weathered Gwen’s cackling laughter. She slapped her thigh in amusement, her ears perking up from where they’d been plastered to her head.

“Here take a cinnamon roll,” she said, tossing it to me. “It might stop you from saying dumb things.”

“There’s little chance of that,” I snorted. “I manage to say dumb things through all sorts of situations. Regardless of what’s in my mouth…” I let that statement sink into the atmosphere.

Really soak in.

Stew for a moment.

We both looked at each other and said nothing but our eyes told me we both knew.

I took a bite of the cinnamon roll and smiled at Gwen, my cheeks puffing out, stuffed with pastries.

And Eve laughed. She laughed and laughed, the sound reverberating through my internal ears, interrupting any other thought I might have.

“Right. I literally don’t know what to say to you after that,” Gwen said after an appropriate period of time had passed.

“I would appreciate it if we never spoke of that again.”

“Oh no. I’ll definitely be bringing that up later. But I need some time to process my thoughts. What I’d like to talk about is the busty holstaur who’s currently standing at the entrance to the inn and watching you awfully close.”

“Oh. She’s a new acquaintance whose asked me to do her a favor and wants to travel with us… I mean me,” I said, unsure if she still wanted to travel with me after everything that had happened.

“Wipe that expression off your face Chance, you are amusing and I still have a feeling that you’ll help me find the person I’m searching for. You can’t get rid of me just by missing a lunch date. You’ll have have to try much harder,” she said, stroking her long braid of hair in her paws.

“Speaking of helping-“

“You might want to consider the consequences mecidiyeköy escort of telling the lovely young Gwen the identity of a certain milk poisoning demigoddess. Consequences like having a hoof shoved so far up your ass you won’t be able to walk or sit straight for a week… Actually, never mind, continue as you were.” Eve said jokingly, reminding me of Roslyte’s threat just in time.

“Roslyte, the holstaur you mentioned, asked me for my help with something after I’ve completed my current quest.”

“Quest? When did you get one of those?” Gwen asked, dropping her braid, eyes flashing with excitement.

“Right, I haven’t mentioned that. I’m supposed to go to the cemetery and deal with whatever is making trouble there.”

“Sounds good. Alright,” she said, popping up off her chair and tossing the final bit of pastry into her mouth, crumpling up the sack, and tossing it into a trashcan in one smooth motion. “Let’s do this,” she said, heading for the exit and the toe tapping Roslyte.

I followed after, an uncomfortable feeling sitting in my gut at the silent deception, meeting up with them after an exchange of simple introductions. Gwen took the lead, evidently familiar with the location of the cemetery while Roslyte trailed behind a short way, examining Gwen’s butt, giving me a wink and licking her lips provocatively. Her tongue draped out as long as I remembered in the vision and teased me by tickling the swell between her breasts for a moment before retreating. Arousal flushed through my body and my cheeks heated up as we continued to walk a steady pace.

We were walking side by side in a comfortable silence when Gwen suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, sniffing around for a minute, before continuing walking.

“Are you okay? What was that about?” I asked, curious about her strange behavior.

“I’m fine. It was just…” she trailed off looking at me as a sly smile crossed her face. “I just smelt something on the wind but it was nothing for me to be concerned about.”

Warning claxions were blaring in my brain.

Battle stations! Man the battle stations!

Every time I’d seen that look on someone’s face it promised no good to me.

“Like that time your friend let you try his dad’s ghost pepper hot sauce.”

Everything tasted like cardboard for a week and a half. I still don’t think that jolly ranchers taste the same after that day.

“That’s just growing up.”

Sour green apple is still the best.

“I don’t know how we sense the same taste buds but you can still manage be so wrong. It is a scientific fact that watermelon jolly ranchers are the best.”

Whatever, I thought at Eve with a grin, just be on the lookout for anything suspicious, I don’t want to be made the fool.

“Too late,” Eve shot back. “And too easy.”

I chuckled along with her as I kept my eyes peeled on the sides of the road.

Five minutes down the road, it was my ears, and not my eyes that saved from being made the fool, when a creature pounced from the grass line with a feline yowl. Calico fur graced the creatures tufted ears that popped from its head, pinned back in concentration as it sailed through the air and tackling me to the ground. With my senses on high alert, I had just enough time to spin into the maneuver so that I landed atop the smallish cat girl. She looked a little like Gwen’s cousin or something with fur tufted arms, legs, and the catlike tail that writhed behind her; they differed in the intelligence and compassion that sparked in Gwen’s eyes, my new attacker only having animalistic rage and naked blood lust. It was sort of off putting considering she was otherwise quite cute.

Fine. That’s how homie wants to play it that’s how homie gonna get it.

“Snnnk,” Eve snorted. I couldn’t help the grin that crossed my face as I threw the catgirl away.

Gangster isn’t really a good look on me, is it?

“No it is not,” Eve confirmed, holding back laughter.

Jinko – Class: Lesser Wildling – Status: Hostile

Lesser? I might just have a chance her after all. Welcome to the gun show, Brotherrrrr.

Reaching out a hand, I gave her the universal sign of “bring it.”

She bared her teeth in response.

“Easy there Mr. Hogan. Of all the fights in this world, how many have you actually won?”

Hmmmm. You may have a point, my record in this world is less than stellar. I tempered my overconfidence along with the desire to rub my face in her fluffy fur after having touched it. My adversary’s tail waving around behind her telegraphed her intentions and I managed to sidestep her pounce, her outstretched paw-like hands sailing safely past my body. As she was flying by I managed to focus and grab an appendage; a very convenient, naturally occuring, handle made the task somewhat easier than it would otherwise be.

What’s bayrampaşa escort the saying about catching a tiger by the tail?

“I don’t know. But this one probably goes something something something, you get your face ripped off,” Eve semi joked as the catgirl went berserk. The fur on her neck stood up and she yowled, spring up maybe five feet into the air as she did, yanking her tail out of my grasp.

Uh oh. She brought her claws into the fight taking a swipe at my face, I caught the swipe on my forearm, her sharp instruments of maiming cutting little furrows into my skin.

Ouch. I mean, it’s not deep or threatening. But still… Ouch.

I retreated under her relentless advance, avoiding the slashes I could and blocking what I couldn’t. She was fast but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Frustrated, I threw a halfhearted cross at her head, still not quite sure about attacking a girl but understanding that it was something I’d have to get used to while playing this game. My fist contacted the satin fur of her head between her ears. She stopped, ears flattening against her skull. A plaintive mewl made me feel super guilty as she gave me big pouty tear filled eyes before disappearing in a poof of smoke.

“Uh, what just happened?” I asked no one in particular, a corporeal seed rolling to a stop on the ground.

“You won,” Gwen said, half hiding a smile behind her hand. “I’ve never seen someone struggle so much with a lesser jinko before.” Her smile bloomed into a full bodied laugh.

“I didn’t know she’d fold to a single hit,” I grumbled at her teasing. “Besides isn’t it your knightly duty to protect citizens from roaming monster attacks.”

“Yes I protect them from monsters. Not pests that fall apart under a swift breeze.” She chuckled. “Or a poorly thrown punch.”

“Fine. Just let the mean catwoman eviscerate your traveling companion, then you’ll have no one else but yourself to taunt. The universe might collapse under the weight of your ego not being able to deal with that situation.”

Without looking, she gave me a playful shove. Unfortunately, she pushed me right as I’d turned and began to bend over to pick up my loot. This means her innocent shove actually sent me sprawling into the dirt.

“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you fall,” she said contritely, offering her hand to pull me up. Like every middle school child who’d just been pushed into a pool, I took her hand and drug her down with me. At least, that was the intent. Instead of falling she planted her hand in the dirt and did a cartwheel tumble, landing gracefully on her feet, armor and all.

“Children,” Roslyte muttered, but she nursed a smile that took the sting out of her words.

“That was pretty awesome,” I said, genuinely impressed by her gymnastic dexterity. After I’d dusted myself off and reclaimed my footing, I immediately cracked the corporeal orb and pushed the resulting point straight into dexterity.

Hopefully now I won’t go sprawling like a professional soccer player anytime I get touched.

My dexterity still displayed unknown even after I sunk the point into it.

“I am pretty awesome. I also, didn’t mean to knock you down, I didn’t see you bending over.”

“Don’t worry about it. I get that it was an accident,” I said, waving off her concern.

“I’m still sorry. But as far as roaming monster’s go, the Knight’s of the White Lotus aren’t supposed to interfere with conflicts dealing with troublesome monsters unless they are at least a standard citizen level. If we fought every wildling, the citizens could grow lazy and dependant as well as depriving people who seek to improve themselves by hunting worthy prey. Plus, it looked like you had it under control for the most part, jinko aren’t all that dangerous unless the get the jump on you. They’re primarily stealth based predators so if that first attack misses they almost never deal serious harm.”

“I guess that makes sense. But would you have saved me if I’d been in any serious trouble.”

“I wouldn’t be obligated to… but I probably would because you’re fairly amusing,” she teased, batting at me with her oversized fluffy red paws.

“Good to know I rank so highly on your I-guess-I’ll-save-them-if-I-have-to list,” I said sarcastically.

It feels good to play around with someone like this, someone who wasn’t in my head twenty four seven and had a tendency to be fairly harsh and sarcastic… someone who doesn’t rub it into my face everytime I make a wrong turn on a ship and end up on a separate continent.

“Hey! Your talking about me.”

No shit Sherlock.

“Cmon, that maneuver in the Pirates of Seaworn Cove was hilarious, I think those aborigines of the eastern continent were more surprised to see you than them.” She snorted. “Still didn’t stop them from turning you into a human escort bahçelievler pincushion slash poison receptacle though.”

It wasn’t… I didn’t… Ugh. You win this round you undersized circuit board.

A new notice was waiting for me and I pulled it up into the center of my focus.

Congratulations!

You’ve won your first contest. You’ve been awarded a bonus ability for the defeat of this unique species.

Light on Your Feet – The grace of a cat is yours, you always seem to find a way to land on your feet when falling from great heights. Also, you take half as much fall damage as usual, suck it square cubed! Primary Stats – Dexterity

Free spoils were always a good thing in my book, but this seemed of limited usefulness.

“I don’t know Boss, you have ended up-“

Shut it! I don’t want to hear it, I grumbled at her internally as Gwen, Roslyte and I set off down the road. We chatted sporadically as we walked and I used Gwen as a threat detector, as she always tensed and focused whenever a jinko was about to strike. And that was how I spent my day, marching, talking, and fighting, defeating three more jinko and netting myself one additional corporeal seed which I also put towards dexterity. It’s interesting because they are the first enemy that look to actually kill me rather than just make me submit.

As the day went on I wasn’t tired, yay video game, but I was bored. The interminable hiking made slightly more bearable by the sparse moments of pulse raising action as well as the limited conversations with my two companions. They slowly opening up to me as we continued to walk and talk. I asked Gwen about the possibility of taking a break, not anticipation a welcome reception.

She is a knight after all. A paragon of stout and endless endurance. Ready to stand guard a thousand years and all the ridiculous things people do when its associated with duty. Why I bet she’ll scoff-

“Sure, a break sounds great. Why don’t you go fetch some water from the lake and I’ll get a snack started.” she replied, cutting off my internal monologue before it could pick up too much steam. “Roslyte why don’t you-“

“I’m sorry,” she said overly sweetly, a harsh and nervous edge under her tone. “There’s someone in this area I haven’t had a chance to visit in far too long.” She began her casual saunter that inexplicably ate up the distance, heading for a copse of trees. “If I’m not back in time, leave without me,” she called back over her shoulder.

“Cool. Ummm… What lake?” I asked, not seeing anything resembling a lake around us. Just trees on the one side, and rolling fields of what looked to be corn on the other. We’d pulled off the road onto a convenient natural glade, giving us fair warning if any of the jinko got frisky and decided to try something.

“Right. I forgot about your stunted sense of smell.”

Is that how she knows when enemies are around? She smells them? I’d been thinking it was some sort of spell. Detect danger or some other sort of nonsense.

“You forget how nooby you are Boss. We need to get you into a Rocky montage so we can make it so the cute little kittens can’t take a bite of your scrawny little ass,” Eve provided.

“The lake is about forty meters in that direction,” she said, pointing into the trees. “Although legends say there’s a dangerous serpent that splashes around the murky depths of the lake. They say it takes trophies of those who dare visit the shores it calls it’s home. I wonder if it likes scalps or ears? Have fun,” she said, smirking at the horrified look in my face. I gaped at her for a second before I responded.

“Your fucking with me? Unbelievable, first my companion lets me be a chew toy for a catgirl and now she’s making up stories to scare me.” I said, shaking my head as I took the water skin from her and walked away. “I should get a nicer companion, someone who’s friendlier and doesn’t give me as much shit. Maybe a dragon? Or a cannibalistic sea witch?” I said sarcastically, loud enough for her to hear me as I broke the tree line.

The water of the lake was beautiful, white sand dotting the shores and crystal clear water until about ten feet deep where it faded into murky darkness. Gwen’s story bounced around my head as I kneeled at the shore. Shivering once, I dipping the waterskin into the water to let it fill up about halfway. Taking a swig, the cool mountain runoff chilled and delighted my taste buds. I drank my fill, sighing after I was done, delighting in the wonderful refreshing natural scenery.

I don’t really get views like this going convention to convection do I Eve?

“A little change of pace is always good. Refreshing for the soul.”

Bending down, to fill the canteen full I was greeted by a strange sight.

Large oval eyes with brilliant green irises blinked at me from under the water. Stunned, I blinked back. Surrounding those eyes was a small elfin face, feminine, with shiny copper hair that spilled out into a half circle behind her head. Her ears were a series of tapered fins that overlapped as they gently stroked through the water.

Greater Merfolk Escaline – Class: Standard Citizen – Status: Hopeful

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Author’s Note: This is my first story, though I plan to write many more in this universe. This universe and these characters are all original things created by me. Feedback and advice are appreciated.

Maximus, or Max as most people knew him by, closed the loading bay doors to his cargo ship. He was carrying a wide variety of cargo over from Makeal, the lawless continent plagued by crime and greed, to Trafia, the old primitive continent, stuck in the Dark Ages due to their traditions and loyalty.

Max was a Traveler, a small race shrouded in myth, who possess the ability and equipment to travel between the isolated Pangea-like continents of Ishaka. Each is an immortal being with one fatal flaw that contradicts the almost perfect biological structure of their anatomy.

Max was a ruggedly handsome looking guy, though unlike all the other Travelers, he’d aged, and appeared to be in his mid-forties. One look in the mirror on the wall, and Max was instantly happy. He hated the physical “perfection” that the other Travelers seemed to flaunt around.

Max slowly strutted up to the cockpit, when a bright orange and blue hologram popped up beside him. He jumped, startled at first, though he realized it was only his sporadic AI, M1KA.

“Maximus, as you have yet to take any safety precautions, I decided to scan the cargo and there are some issues I think you might have interest in.” The holographic AI said in her feminine and surprisingly human voice. As she spoke, a long report showed up on the ship consoles.

“Mika, I don’t care. I’ve done this trip quite literally hundreds of thousands of times.” Max replied without thought to his companion’s warning. He scrolled through the manifest carelessly, but then his eyes latched onto an item in the manifest: Sex Slaves. A sly smile crept onto his face. “Though, if you insist, I will go back and just make sure all the cargo is in order. Get the ship ready for takeoff, because when I get back we’re getting out of here.” Max called out as he disappeared back into the cargo hold.

Max moved through the cargo bay, using shipments of rare spices, minerals, and slaves as guides to navigate his way to the section he wanted to be in. His jaw nearly hit the ground, when what the manifest had told him, couldn’t describe what he saw. He was staring at his oldest rival, his most hated adversary. He was staring at what used to be the Queen of Makael.

As Max gazed upon her, caged by the iron bars that contained slaves, all the memories of her emerged in his mind. The day that he was declared a traitor in all the lands, due to crimes against human nature. He remembered the day she had to go in hiding, as the gangs of Makael staged a coup on the capital. He had heard rumors amongst his connections in the now dominant gang, Makael’s Hand, that she had been found and captured.

Max remembered talking with his connection about it, and Max suggested that they put her in the Arena, to be publicly humiliated, but that idea had been shot down. They wanted to have her disappear completely. Any loyalists would think that she had given up, and their spirits would shatter. They didn’t know where Max sent his cargo, but they must’ve figured that it would be somewhere that they would be rid of her completely, so they tried to hide her in amongst the slaves, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Max was ecstatic. This woman had almost ruined his business of trading items that the two continents had little to none of in their lands. It was more than just profitable, as Max was technically the wealthiest man on all three continents. Max loved his life, and even after hundreds and thousands of years, he hadn’t grown bored of it.

Surrounding her cage, were several more cages of the particularly attractive females, who would probably fetch a decent price to the brothels in Trafia. The Queen was just recovering from her sedatives and was still drowsy and had no idea what was happening. Max noticed this, and decided to “inspect” her last.

Max slowly strutted up to the cage of the first woman. He pulled up the manifest and checked to make sure all the basics were in order. He entered the cage, stun stick at his side in case things went awry, although the woman looked to be no match to him in any fighting way.

She was a tall black woman, with a skinny physique, though she had an ample bust. Max approached her, eyeing her like she was a pet at the store. His eyes had were unrelenting and scoured every inch of her body. A terrified and confused look flashed across her face, as well as the faces of the other caged women nearby.

Max noticed this and with a cruel smile commented, “Your a slave now. You’re headed for a primitive and cruel place, where you’ll be passed around between fat old nobles like you were a şişli escort toy. They’ll fuck you till they’re satisfied and then hand you to the next man in line. I’m just making sure that you are something they will want to fuck. If you aren’t, then I won’t get payed. Nobody is happy when I’m not payed.”

Tears rolled down the woman’s face as she tried to back away, though she just trapped herself in the corner. The other women in cages nearby were crying too, realizing that their fate was destined to be the same as hers. The only woman who was controlling herself was the queen, though Max planned on changing that.

“Wha..what are you going to do to me?” The black woman asked between choked sobs.

“I’m just going to go over basic things, and if you comply it will be quick and easy. If you fail to comply, well I’ll have to go into more detailed inspections, and maybe test you out to make sure what I’m selling is worth it.” Max said with a practically emotionless voice, which only added to the terror. He took what looked like a nod from the woman, as a sign of her understanding, so he began, “We’re going to start out with easy questions. What is your name?”

The sobbing black woman, started taking deep breaths until she could muster up the courage to speak, “J…J…Jessica”

Max nodded then moved on to the next question, “What is it you do?”

“I own a clothing store in the capital.” Jessica answered honestly.

“Okay you seem to remember the things that you’d tell any person. Now we’re moving on to the more personal, intimate questions. How often do you have sex?” Max asked bluntly.

Jessica stammered, trying to think of how to reply to this intrusion into her intimate life. She couldn’t come up with an answer and she hung her head low, fearful of the punishment.

Max smiled cruelly and approached her, “I thought you wanted this to be quick and easy. I tried to be as polite in the wording as possible, but what I really wanted to know, isn’t nearly as polite. Tell me, are you a slut Jessica?” Max asked his voice now containing a cruel sound of pleasure, but hate.

Jessica felt like the question was even more intrusive and had absolutely no idea how to respond. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about the fact that she was wearing a low cut t-shirt.

Max was even happier now, but had to keep his expression as it was, to give off the correct image. “Well since you can’t seem to remember whether or not you are a slut, how about you show me those tits. Being exposed ought to jog your memory.” Max stated in a form that was in no way a question.

“I’m a slut.” Jessica said, hoping it would get her out of stripping in front of this man.

“Well sadly you didn’t answer when I first asked. So you’re still going to have to strip, but since you’re a slut you shouldn’t mind.” Max said as he looked at the tall woman, assessing any strengths she might have. She was slightly shorter than him, had skinny arms, and was not doing well under pressure.

Jessica looked petrified, but her fear of this man, won against her urge to resist and fight. She pulled the low cut black t-shirt over her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. She then unlatched her simple push-up bra, and dropped it to the ground. Her arms quickly moved to cover her large breasts.

Max smiled and chuckled as she covered her breasts with her arms. He knew that she knew that wouldn’t work for very long. Max pulled out two magnetic bracelets from his tool belt. He roughly grabbed her wrists, yanked them away from her breasts, and clamped the bracelets on, all at once. The bracelets activated and pulled both wrists to the iron bars of her cage.

Both breasts were now free and exposed. The dark skin of her breasts surrounded even darker pencil eraser sized nipples, which were erect and pointing straight at Max.

“Now that’s a lot better.” Max commented taking in every detail of her newly exposed skin.

Jessica was sobbing again because she was absolutely terrified of what had just happened. She felt even more powerless and exposed as his eyes scoured her helpless body and exposed breasts.

“Next question. Which hole do you like to be fucked in the most?” Max asked very casually, as if it were just a game of twenty questions.

Jessica thought for a moment, but she knew she had to answer for fear of punishment, “I like to be f…fucked in my pussy.”

“Wrong. You’re a slave and a whore now. You like to be fucked in whatever hole someone will fuck you in. And for your stupidity, your pants are coming off.” Max said with a cruel laugh at his trick question. He unbuttoned the tight leather pants and yanked them down to the ground, exposing a tiny black thong. He took bağcılar escort a step back and admired her near naked body, that’s only cover was a tiny black thong. With this outfit on, she must’ve been going to have some fun, before they captured her. That or she really was just a slut.

Jessica’s whole body shivered as her tiny thong became the only cover she had from this cruel man. Her sobs grew louder, and tears flowed freely down her face.

Max slyly looked around at the other prisoners, and they were all crying, scared out of their minds. “You’ve now answered all of the questions. You can keep on those millimeters of cloth, after all everybody needs at least a little hope right. Sadly you decided not to wear much hope today. That’s your fault.” Max said with a smile as he left her cage taking the discarded clothes leaving her pinned to the wall in nothing but her thong. She was an example to the rest of them, and it seemed to break the spirit of every other slave, except the queen.

Max went through each of the nine other women with the same set of questions, though the other women answered in the way that he wanted, and most ended up with at least there pants. Finally he walked up to the Queen’s cage. She was a sight to see. Her extreme beauty, surrounded by iron bars and a dusty metal floor. She was actually going on her third or fourth century, but extremely expensive techonolgy was able to prevent aging. The technology had such an exorbitant cost that only royalty could afford it.

Max entered the cage and smiled at her. “Your name?”

“Alexandra.” She said, a disgusted glare wrinkling her pale features.

“Last name?” Max asked though he already knew the answer.

“I don’t have one. I gave it up when I took the position of Queen.” Alexandra said with a look of annoyed defiance.

“I’m afraid that’s not good enough. How about you let me see what’s hiding under that dress you’ve got on.” Max said with a poke at the silky material of her green dress.

“Burn in hell, traitor.” Alexandra said and spat in his face.

Max had a mock look of surprise on his face and he wiped his face off. “Now I thought this was going so well. Looks like you’ll just need a punishment for your…crime. Now that’s irony.” Max said with a laugh.

Max grabbed her wrists and turned her around shoving two magnetic bracelets onto her hands. She was stuck with her arms out against the bars, and her ass jutting forward invitingly. He pulled out a small knife and cut the shoulder straps off of her dress, letting the dress slide down to her ankles and revealing that she was wearing absolutely nothing under the dress.

“Well it looks like the Queen is the biggest slut of all. It wouldn’t surprise me with how low cut your outfits are. Well too bad today is your first “‘wardrobe malfunction’ right?” Max asked rhetorically.

“You’ll regret ever getting near me you scoundrel.” Alexandra said with a hiss.

Max just waved away her threat, and ran his hands over her rear that was jutting out. He moved his hands all the way up her body till they reached her breasts. They were giant and perfectly formed, though definitely fake. Max weighed the two breasts in his hands, sinking his fingers into the soft skin, and lightly juggling them. He then used his fingers to tweak at the surprisingly hard nipples. It appeared that she was enjoying the attention.

“It looks like you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Though you did defy my command, so there will have to be a punishment.” Max said with a laugh. He looked around at the other women, all were watching with fearful expressions.

Alexandra said nothing, but just kept her mind clear and focused.

Max slid a hand around to her firm, but round ass. He placed his other hand on her hip to stabilize her. “Now I think maybe 20 slaps on your fine ass, might teach you to start obeying the people in charge. Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to enjoy this.” Max brought his hand back and with all of his muscular might, brought down the hand on her ass, making the sound of skin on skin impact echo throughout the cargo hold. A perfect outline of his hand appeared when he removed it from the pale cheek.

Alexandra stifled a cry of pain from the muscular man spanking her ass. She was royalty and this was probably the worst pain she’d ever physically felt. She had to keep her cries inside her, or else all of the other women would completely lose hope.

Max laughed a little at the mark on her ass, “Well that hurt my hand so it had to have hurt you. I love the imprint my hand made on your pretty little ass. Only 19 more of those to go.”

Max rubbed her ass, enjoying the feel of the flawless skin, before he raised up his hand and smacked escort zeytinburnu it right into the exact same place. The hit wasn’t as strong but it was stacked onto the sore spot of where the first one landed. He repeated the process for the next seven hits. The sound of the Queen’s stifled cries getting louder and louder, almost to the point where they could be heard by Max.

Max breathed hot air onto the mark where every single hit had landed in a perfect handprint. He then brought his palm down harder than ever before and landed it perfectly. If the sound of the impact wasn’t demoralizing enough, the cry that finally escaped the Queen would kill any spirit the other women may have.

“Now that was fun. It’s time for the other cheek my Queen.” Max said. He brought down his hand ten more times, the sounds coming from the queen growing louder with each one, till she could be heard clearly by every slave in the cargo hold.

Alexandra had a face filled with agony, though not a single tear had rolled down her face.

Max smiled deeply at his handiwork. “Now that is beautiful. I hope those stay for a while. Give any of the noble bastards fucking you the idea to spank that pretty ass. By then it’ll be real nice and sore.” Max said with a demented laugh, before he looked down at the bulge emerging from his pants.

“Well I guess it’s time for the next question. Though why not just skip to which hole you like to be fucked in the most. Or better yet, how about I fuck all of them and figure it out from your body language. So which hole would you like me to fill first my Queen?” Max asked.

Alexandra calmly took a few deep breaths, then answered “Well if you’re going to fill all of them, lets go top to bottom.” She said while trying to conceal her knowing smile.

Max, surprised that she answered so calmly and easily, nodded his head, and adjusted her magnetic cuffs, so that she was on her knees facing him. Max planted a microscopic device on the tip of her teeth. “This is so that you’re teeth will not be able to come into contact with my dick. Meaning don’t even try to bite.” He explained.

Max shrugged out of his khaki pants and boxers, releasing a hard eight inch dick. He pushed it forwards to Alexandra’s lips. Max’s hands moved to the back of her head pulling it forward to give him a blowjob.

Alexandra opened her mouth taking in the large dick inch by inch, swirling her tongue around it, doing all the things she’d heard gave a man pleasure. Anything to get it over with as quickly as possible. She hadn’t ever actually given anyone a blowjob, as the King had only had sex with her so that she could birth an heir to the throne. Though an heir wasn’t necessary with the technology that cured old age, and could make your body “perfect” in every way. That was why she had large breasts and a firm round ass. She was made beautiful by technology. The only thing they left the same, was her face. Her face was so beautiful already, that they left it alone, leaving it perfect just how it was.

Max was surprised that the Queen seemed almost eager to suck his dick. It was like she wanted to give him pleasure. Though she was moving slowly, so he thrusted forward, pushing his dick to the back of her throat and making her gag. He then pulled himself back to her lips, before thrusting all the way forward, causing her to gag again.

Alexandra was caught off guard by him making her gag, and she tried to recover as he pulled back, but then he thrust himself back just as fast as he’d left. She focused on breathing between thrusts as he fucked her face. She looked up at his face, but she didn’t have the helpless look of a woman humiliated, instead it was the look of a woman who knew of what was to come and was looking forward to it.

Max suddenly pulled out of her mouth completely and fell onto his back, dick hard and pointing straight up to the ceiling.

Alexandra knew she would have to thank Micheal for the paralysis spit technology he’d come up with. It had taken a while, but now that he’d come in contact with her saliva in two ways, he’d been paralyzed.

Alexandra used her foot to pull his pants closer and got the key to her bracelet. She deactivated the bracelet and it clanked down to the ground. She took off his clothes and put them on, though the pants and boxers were way too large and kept sliding down and she had to leave a couple buttons undone at the top to fit her breasts, which also showed major cleavage, and if she bent over, you could even see her nipples.

Alexandra unlocked the door to her cell and pulled Max’s nude body out before closing it again. She freed the other prisoners, though they had no idea where Max had put their clothing and didn’t want to wait for him to wake up to find out, so most were topless, and Jessica was wearing nothing but her tiny thong. They picked up Max’s body and snuck off the ship. They walked eight miles to where the drop off point where Micheal said he’d be. He didn’t know about the others, but there was no way she could’ve left them there.

To be continued

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The world, cold and harsh, spread out below the peak. Mountaintops like blades of ice-covered stone, endlessly deep valleys where the sun had never shone. The sky above was dark and threatening grey, and the cold wind was a harsh as a knife through Apprentice Aversham’s body. Aversham drew his robes around him, thankful for once that the academy required such a heavy and elaborate uniform from its junior warlocks, and trudged a few more steps through the icy snow.

In the lands below, where homes and temples were buried in drifts of snow, the people were huddled around their fireplaces acting out the midwinter festivals. Some of them feasted, some told stories, most of them prayed. It was easy to assume that the festivals had grown up simply because winter was so harsh and long there had to be some celebration just to make it bearable until spring. But the mages of the Hallowed Academy knew otherwise. The festivals had at their root the most crucial of rituals, ones upon which the cycle of life depended.

The mages said that every winter, the world died. And if it was not woken, then there would never be another spring. The mages had come to the mountain to wake up the spring, but they were old men. It was Aversham who had made the final climb to the shadow of the mountain’s peak.

‘Bastards,’ hissed Aversham and he dragged himself into the lee of the peak, where the wind bit a little less. ‘What do you expect me to do here? I’m just an apprentice, I don’t know what the hell this damn ritual even is…’

He hauled the pack off his back. It was full of books, candles, sacred bowls and magic trinkets. Presumably in one of the books was buried the ritual he was supposed to enact. The elderly mages, huddled in their camp on the slope far below, had told him that Aversham carried everything he needed for the ritual with him, but there wasn’t even enough light in the stormy twilight to read by.

The horizon was black with a dense, swirling blizzard. It slowly began to dawn on Aversham that he was probably going to die up there.

There was a crevice in the rock of the peak that looked like it might offer some shelter from the storm. More likely it would just become full up with snow and suffocate him, but in truth Aversham just wanted somewhere he could lie down and sleep while whatever happened, happened. He struggled into the darkness of the crevice, but there was no cold stone touching the hand he reached out. He fell, tumbling down a slick slope of rock, until he came to a rest.

It was soft beneath him. Soft and warm. The light was dim but Aversham thought he could see dark foliage like a forest around him, deep and green. It was fanciful thought, since he was at the top of a mountain in midwinter, but it was a good thought to fall asleep with.

Just as sleep overtook him, Aversham imagined that he laid his hand on smooth, warm skin, the flank of someone sleeping beside him. Then, he didn’t imagine anything at all.

When Aversham awoke, he wasn’t dead. He forced his eyes open and even the weak light around him was almost too much. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, and he didn’t know where he was. He knew that he had been in the freezing cold, thinking about his own death – but it seemed he was very far away from that now.

There was grass beneath him, deep and mossy, as soft as a mattress. He was aware of heavy boughs hanging over him, laden with leaves. The air tasted fresh, like a forest after the rain, and he was warm beneath the many layers of travelling robes he had slept in.

Aversham turned onto his side, and his fingers brushed someone sleeping beside him. He froze in surprise. There was someone in there with him. He turned his head and saw the other person was lying on their side with their back to him, curled up on the soft grass. It was a woman. Aversham’s eye followed from her shoulder to the curve of her waist and the gentle rounding of her hips. She was naked. Her skin was pale and flawless, like sapwood, and her hair was green-black and feathery like fern escort sultangazi leaves.

Aversham reached up and touched her hair. It was as soft as down. He stroked it and leaned forward – her hair smelled like virgin ground, deep and earthy. He rested his hand on the elegant curve of her shoulder and stroked down the long slope to her waist, then ran it up the rise of her rump.

She made a sound, little more than a breath. She was just waking up. Aversham withdrew his hand, but the woman didn’t seem alarmed to be waking up next to him. Slowly she turned her head and Aversham saw her face. She was quite astonishingly beautiful. Her skin was perfect and her face long and sorrowful, with delicate pouting lips and high cheekbones and brow. When she opened her eyes, she was complete. They were of the most brilliant green, and they seemed to light her up.

Her lips parted, as if in recognition. In spite of himself, Aversham touched her cheek. Her eyes closed and she took a short, sighing breath.

Aversham’s throat was dry and he was hard beneath his layers of robes. There had been experiences before – though the Academy kept its boy and girl students separate, they still found ways to meet up and engage in breathy fumbling to relieve the tensions and educate themselves about one another. Aversham knew what a woman’s skin felt like against his own but it had always been brief and stolen, and he had never seen a creature as beautiful as the woman who shivered so slightly at his touch. Her hand touched his hair, which was normally short but which had grown long during the weeks of the expedition to the mountains. She was looking at him the way he must be looking at her, with a mixture of wonderment and curiosity. Her eyes settled on the heavy dark robes he wore and something like disappointment came over her brilliant eyes.

She turned her eyes to the ceiling of the cave and rolled onto her back, stretching out her body. Aversham knew he should look away, but he couldn’t. She breathed in deeply and her breasts rose, not large but firm and shapely, topped with small dark nipples that contrasted with her pale skin. Aversham’s eyes were drawn down over her flat belly to the curve of her hips – she was slim but healthy, her body a wonderful smooth hourglass. Aversham couldn’t help glancing at the delicate, hairless fold of flesh between her thighs.

The woman stretched her arms over her head, waking up from her long sleep. Aversham saw the cave in more detail now, as if her waking had brought more light to the place. It was more a clearing than a cave, carpeted in deep mossy grass with the green, willowy trunks of trees forming the walls. Branches, pendulous with foliage, hung over them, closing so the ceiling could not be seen. The greenery had a lush, elaborate feel to it, like life run riot.

The woman rolled so she was facing Aversham. Her face was close to his now, and he could barely look away from the light of her eyes. Her hand touched his face, stroking down over his jaw to his neck. She deftly untied the leather thong that fastened his cloak at his throat. The cloak slipped away and she used both hands this time, undoing the buttons on the first layer of travelling robes. Aversham did the same, fumbling with the buttons and fastenings. The brutal midwinter on the mountain had required countless layers, and it was with great frustration that he struggled to get out of them.

Finally, the woman’s hand touched his skin. He flinched at it, but she did not pull away. She drew the many layers open so his chest and stomach were bare, and then pulled herself close. Aversham felt her breasts against his chest, her firm nipples, the rising and falling as she breathed. He put an arm round her and bathed in the scent of her hair. Her lips brushed against his cheek, then against his lips – gently, as if she was afraid of scaring him. He ran his hand through her hair and pulled her close, her lips against his. She opened her mouth slightly and they lay there for a long escort fatih moment.

Her hand reached down to his loins. Aversham thought for a moment that she would recoil at how hard he was, but her hand closed around his cock, stroking him. His lips came away from hers and he gasped at her touch.

She kissed him again, lightly, like an echo. Then he was looking into the brilliant green of her eyes as she stroked him. He put his arms around her and held her close as he felt the heat rising in his loins.

He hadn’t realised how close he was. It happened almost by accident. Before he could pull away from her it was too late and he was climaxing, the hot, sweet release too strong to hold back. He moaned as her hand flitted over the crown of his cock and back down, and his seed pulsed out over her hand.

She didn’t stop, until every drop was squeezed from him. Aversham’s long, sighing breaths had left his throat dry and he swallowed as he looked at her, thinking he should apologise for being unable to hold back. But she smiled gently at him and kissed him again on the forehead, rolling away onto her back again.

Aversham had never seen anything as beautiful as she was then, her fernlike hair mingling with the deep grass. He shrugged his travelling robes off his shoulders and pulled himself out of them, wishing he could just make them dissolve away. He wanted to be close to her, forever, to feel her skin against his as if there was nothing else in the world.

He knelt beside her and placed a hand on her breast. Her nipple was firm, like a berry beneath his palm. He kissed the place between her breasts and heard her take a tiny breath. He kissed her lower, down towards her taut belly. He ran his hand down her side, and it rested on her thigh. He felt her tremble, very slightly. He was already hard again, the feel of her skin almost too much for him to bear. Aversham had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her that moment.

Her thighs parted for him as he kissed her below her navel. She pulled up her legs so she was exposed. She was smooth between her legs, and Aversham was filled with the scent of her. It was dark and earthy, the smell of life itself, pure and deep. He kissed the delicate lips and she sighed again, then again as he ran his tongue along the soft petals of flesh.

She tasted wonderful. He began to lick her, gently, running his tongue between her petals along the tenderness inside. He delicately parted her with one hand, opening her up to him, and he slid his tongue further between her lips.

She was trembling now beneath him, her fingers touching his hair. She was making tiny, secret sounds, her breath catching. Aversham slid his tongue up to the tiny, firm nub nestled among her petals, lapping his tongue over it. He felt her shudder at that and tense up very slightly, her most secret place suddenly vulnerable. But the moment passed and she yielded beneath him, and he sunk deeper into her.

He tongued her for a long time, drowning in her taste. She was wet now, and his tongue glided over her. She was groaning gently, arching her back off the grass as, moment by moment, her control ebbed away. Aversham slid a finger between her lips and began to move it in a rhythm as he flicked the tip of his tongue over that tiny firm point. She moaned louder, unable to stifle the sound as Aversham took her past some point of control and she writhed beneath him suddenly. Aversham kept up the rhythm, slower and then faster, marvelling as she gasped in time with him. The scent and the taste were wonderful.

She cried out loud now, her sex tightening around Aversham’s fingers. She bucked where she lay as control left her. Her hand drew Aversham down into her so his tongue was pressed hard against her sex and he was buried in her as she finally gave herself up. Her breath caught in a sob as she climaxed.

Her cries died down to moans. Aversham withdrew his fingers and licked at her again, the delicate flesh slick under his tongue now. The tension left escort etiler her and she lay back again, Aversham kissing her sex and the insides of her thighs, tasting her again.

He was hard again, and he couldn’t keep himself away from her. He slid up her body, feeling her firm nipples slide across his chest. He kissed her neck, feeling her moan gently as she angled her hips to let him enter her. With one hand he guided himself in, and she tensed very slightly as the crown of his cock pushed past her wet lips. She put her arms around him, and kissed him, making tiny secret sounds as he began to slide himself in and out of her. He couldn’t have held back if he had wanted to. The only thing he wanted was to be inside her, closer than close, the taste of her still on his lips as she rocked her hips in time with him.

He felt himself building up again, the hotness in his loins too much to bear. He kissed her cheeks and throat as he sped up, wishing he could sink into her so they could become one. She held him close and gasped as he pushed ever deeper, ever faster, his back tensing as the hot itch ran down his cock and he reached the point where he couldn’t pull back.

His passion released itself inside her. Aversham moaned out loud as the heat flooded out of him. He felt her thighs tighten around him as he thrust into her, a final dozen strokes. He had never felt so close to anyone, he had never felt so perfect as when she pulled him tight against her as he gasped out the last few moment of climax.

They lay there in each others’ arms for a long time. Aversham bathed in the smell and the taste of her as she lay back. He loved the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the beat of her heart as he lay his head on her chest. Her fingers stroked his back gently and slowly, they fell asleep like that.

It was movement that awoke Aversham, and he lifted his head from her to catch a glimpse of what had moved overhead.

Aversham could see the boughs of the plants around them becoming dark and heavy. The cave was dimming as well, the light becoming a dark green glow. Foliage curled outwards, weighing the branches down, as the grass became lusher and deeper beneath Aversham.

The growth was rampant. The woman stirred as the grass curled over her, white flowers unfurling around her, the grass mingling with her long, ferny hair. She spread herself out, stalks wrapping around her fingers, leaves uncurling over her beautiful pale body. She looked back at him as she sunk into the lush green carpet, her eyes flashing one last time as she smiled at him, and was gone.

Aversham reached into the grass but he couldn’t find her. The cave was becoming dark around him almost too dark to see. He rummaged through the grass and found his clothes, struggling into them as flower stems twined themselves around his legs. The branches above him were hanging low enough to brush his head. He felt around until he found his bag of books and trinkets, and struggled against the enclosing foliage as it threatened to engulf him. He pushed through the branches and leaves until they gave way, revealing the entrance to the cave. He tore at the stems as they thickened, forcing his way out. He ducked out of the cave just as the dark greenery closed completely, and the cold winter air struck him again.

When Aversham emerged from the shelter of the mountain’s peak, the storm had gone and the sun was shining, almost blindingly bright on the mountaintops.

‘Clever,’ said Aversham to himself. ‘You clever old bastards.’ The wizards had told him he carried everything he needed with him. Of course, they hadn’t meant mouldy old books or magical trinkets. They were all old men, far too old to complete the ceremony that the beautiful young woman in the mountain required. So they had sent Aversham, knowing that he could do what they could not.

So for another year, it was done. The following year the life would die again, and someone would have to come to the cave to wake it up and help bring the new year into being. Aversham knew better than to hope it would be him again.

As Aversham prepared for the long hike back down to the camp, he heard a distant sound, like thunder over the mountains. But he knew it wasn’t thunder, because the storm had passed.

All along the mountain range, the winter ice was thawing.

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first story, There may be scenes that appear to be a repeat but that is done on purpose to show what both sides feel. This is just the beginning There will be more chapters. .I’m not a native English speaker or writer so there may be mistakes that I have missed. You get 3 characters mentioned ( 2 named, 1 unnamed as of yet).

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After having run for what seemed days she finally collapsed, more tired than she thought possible. Afraid of dieing or a worse fait, she tried to get up to flee once more but her legs refused to move. Realizing that there was nothing left but hope for rescue by her people or a quick death, she started sobbing and praying. When she heard the vile, monstrous voice of the creature chasing her casting magic, she was relieved because the spell would kill her swiftly before the creature could rape her.

She said a final prayer hoping that her soul would find happiness after death. Suddenly there was an unbelievably loud rumbling followed by an unearthly glow when someone appeared before her. Standing in between her and the monster the man did not know where he was and how he got here but he saw an utterly beautiful young woman crying in terror. Looking towards where she was looking he saw a large black human shaped thing riding atop a large, equally black dragon throwing something that resembled a ball of fire. Seeing the fireball moving towards him all he could think was crap, I hope It is just a dream. Closing his eyes and bracing for the impact of the fireball, he was surprised when nothing happened and then decided to open his eyes. All he could see was a scorched area off grass edged on one side by a slightly curved line and everywhere else by random lines and burnt patches. Looking further he saw the thing turning and running as fast as it could. Wondering about the woman he decided to turn around, he saw her still trembling but looking just as surprised as he was.

Feeling relieved to still be alive and no longer in danger from the monster, she decided to look şişli escort up at who or what ever stopped the fireball, gasping in surprise of the elven-like face of the man before her.

Looking down he could see that the woman was looking at him, after locking eyes with her for a split second al he could thing of was the beauty of the woman before him and the genuine relieve and happiness in her perfect lavender eyes. Crouching down to help her up he suddenly felt faint and started to loose consciousness, falling on the ground in front of her.

When her eyes met his, she found herself lost in his sky-blue gaze specked with green and gold around the edge of his irises. Startled when his eyes lost there focus on her and started to close just before he fell to the ground, she let out a gasp. Determined to help her savoir she forced her unwilling muscles to bring her beside him so she could check if he was injured. Finding no signs of injury and hearing his heartbeat and breathing she suddenly felt tired as well realising that the only reason why she was still awake is the fear she felt up until now, she decided to lay beside him. Feeling her eyes closing and the bliss of dreams knocking at her minds edge, she felt an arm over her waist and the warm breath of the man who was holding her. Being to tired to move anyway and somehow liking the feeling of being held even it was against the laws of her people.

Waking up feeling cold and alone again, she fearfully opened her eyes. She managed to roll over and saw the man who saved her from the dark rider. Wondering what he was doing she decided to stand up and walk over to him. When trying to stand but unable to do so she realized that her legs were still unwilling to move. Refusing to let that stop her, she crawled probably ruining her dress but relieved to be nearer to him. When she was close enough she could see the man using something she has never seen before and making strange noises. Listening intently she came to the bağcılar escort conclusion that those noises were an unknown language used by the man.

Turning around to check on the beauty he apparently saved a short while ago, he was startled to see her almost leaning over him. Being so close to her face he could clearly see the ethereal beauty she possessed. Slowly looking over her face as if to remember every detail of it, stopping to stare in her eyes which were a vibrant violet and couldn’t stop himself from gazing in them and feeling a strange warmth coming over him.

Startled by his looking at her, all she could was stare back and seeing eyes unlike any she has ever seen. The only thing she could think of were his bleu eyes specked with gold and green. Feeling a new, strange sensation deep within her heart and gut, she forgot about the dark rider and could only think of those eyes and their piercing look which seemed to captivate her. Slowly moving forward with her face towards his, she kissed him gently startling them both. Pulling back not knowing what the strange lip contact was and why her lips still wanted more, her entire body and soul wanting more.

Seeing her inching towards him and feeling her kiss him, he relished in the warmth her kiss created within him. After the kiss he gazed in her eyes again and it was almost like he could hear her desires as if the were spoken out loud. Moving his hands towards her face so he could hold her closer for longer, he saw her flinch but when his fingers made contact she pushed her face against his hand letting out a sigh. Kissing her again and making sure to make it last longer than their first, he started teasing her lips with his and his tongue. When the lack of oxygen became apparent, he reluctantly moved away from her lips to once again gaze into her eyes. Hearing her rapid breathing he decided to give her a light peck on the lips and move her into a sitting position beside him.

When he suddenly moved escort zeytinburnu his hand towards her face, she couldn’t stop herself from flinching but when he touched her so gently, her face tried to make more contact with his hand. She saw him moving towards her and felt his lip lock. With it not ending and not knowing what to do she was forced to endure what he was doing to her and relished in the warm feelings it caused. It felt so good that when he stopped kissing her, it became obvious that she would have suffocated and died if he hadn’t stopped. Feeling relieved to be able to breath but at the same time miserable that it ended. Surprised by the light, short lip to lip touch, she let his arms move around her and move her beside him as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. When she was seated comfortably she felt his arms letting her body go but one of his hands gently squeezed and caressed one of hers

Once she was seated he pointed at himself and said his name: “Alex.”, hoping she would understand what he meant. Hearing her say his name and pointing at him, felt thrilling yet relaxing because she pronounced it as Ales. Seeing her pointing at him and pronouncing his name again but as Alekss, he decided to ask her name by pointing towards her.

Liking the sound of his name even tough she did find it difficult to pronounce never having heard the k-sound. Seeing him pointing towards her, she said her name: ” Milleara”. When she heard him repeat her without fault and then utter the word “Lilly”, she knew he was speaking some sort of language. Suddenly feeling tired she felt her eyes shut and her head drop against his shoulder. Just before she fell asleep she saw something metallic fly up into the sky but she was to tired to react to the normally unnerving sight.

Feeling her head resting on his shoulder and seeing her eyes slowly closing, he also decided to rest again. Wanting to know more of where he is, he activated the aerial scoutdrone and set it to do a full survey of the planet. Laying her gently down and getting down close beside her, he was happily surprised that she cuddled close to him and even put her head on his chest. Having one arm holding her close to him and another cover the arm she had draped over him, he also fell asleep

The end for now

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This story was requested by CeeBee42. As a request, the chapters are shorter than usual. Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

*****

The phosphodiester bond was … wrong. Humility checked it again. Her short frame stooped over the table as she studied the readout, her white coat brushing against the stainless workspace. “Errand?”

“What can I help you with, member Humility Winthrop?” The computer’s soft, feminine voice filled the otherwise empty science room.

“These phosphodiester bonds, are they accurate?” Humility took her wedding ring off, and moved it around the fingers on her right hand, working out nervous energy.

“They are.”

“Now show me the sweat samples again.” Humility watched the numbers change before her. She frowned. “This can’t be right. It doesn’t even look human.”

“Affirmative, member Humility,” the computer sounded quite chipper to relay the horrific news. “These chemical bonds are not terrestrial in nature.”

“Where … did they come from?” Humility’s eyes widened. She continued reading the numbers.

“Origin unknown.”

What the heck was the computer saying. “Wait, what’s this here?” If she understood what she was looking at, the experimental fertility injection had altered Jacob’s sweat glands to emit something that looked a lot like estrogen. But clearly wasn’t. “Is this … is this hormone designed to pair with anyone that breathes it in?”

“That is likely, but would need further analysis. I am only Errand into the Wilderness, the vehicle for sailing past God’s eyes.” The computer paused. “We would need a specialist software upgrade to perform the analysis.”

“Never mind about that. I have a good idea what these altered hormones are doing. I’d bet anything they’re altering female libido.” Humility slipped her ring back on and wheeled around to look at another screen. She put her hands on her lower back. She was stiff from leaning over. “Now I know why everyone’s been acting so strange. Do we have any sperm samples?”

“We do not.”

“Right, that would have been a weird ask.” Humility smiled because she had no choice but to make the weird ask. “Can you get me Jacob Winthrop’s sperm sample?”

“I have tissue collection abilities in the laundry facilities. I may procure a sample from there.”

“Gross.” Humility wrinkled her nose. “But good. Until you get that, I’ll figure out what these airborne hormones are up to. And computer, get me Isaac, I need to tell him all about …” Humility paused. “Um, never mind about Isaac. I’ll keep this to myself right now.”

“Very well.” The computer sounded like it very much agreed with her decision. But then again, it always sounded like that.

~~

“Lock the door, Errand.” Humility tore off her uniform and tossed it next to her bed. “No entry without my say so.” A few minutes before, a sudden realization had burned into her brain. With the amount of time Mary had spent with her son since the accidental injection, there was no way she would be able to resist those strange hormones. It was almost certain that mother and son had done some very bad things together.

“Member Mason Winthrop has priority access privileges to your combined quarters.” This was as close as the computer ever got to arguing with anyone.

“My husband can wait out in the hall.” Humility pulled off her bra and panties and jumped onto the bed, her boobs bouncing on her chest. “I have to do something by myself.”

“Understood.” The computer locked everyone out.

Humility looked at her wedding photo on the bedside table. A surge of guilt went through her as she wondered why she wasn’t calling Mason for some intimate marriage time. But as her fingers found her vagina, she forgot Mason entirely. She looked up at the ceiling and imagined what Mary and Jacob Winthrop had been up to. Certainly, the lovely mother with her many curves had touched her skinny son. Had she put her mouth on him? Had she done more than that?

“Oooooohhhhhhhh.” Humility shook as an orgasm swept over her. That was her first since coming out of cryo, and she wanted more. She worked her vagina with renewed vigor, putting two fingers in. Should she warn Mary? Should she warn Pricilla? And what of the men, what would the hormone do to them? They had seemed somewhat subdued lately. And fearful of Jacob. What grown man would fear an eighteen-year-old teenager? As her second orgasm surged through her, Humility let the questions float by. Soon, all she could see in her mind’s eye were Mary’s wide hips undulating as she took that horrifically altered penis inside her.

~~

“Can I see your boobs?” Jacob didn’t mean to, he just blurted it out the second his mother entered his room.

“Now Jacob, that’s no way greet your mother.” Mary tugged at the waist of her uniform, stretching the material, and maybe making her breasts mecidiyeköy escort appear a little more prominent. “I’m not here for that, anyway.” She looked down at the bed where that fat, monumental penis pulsed and rippled in his hands. “Put that away and get dressed.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Jacob looked over at his uniform hanging on a chair. “But can you help me first? I’ve only done it once today.”

“Get dressed, young man.” She shooed him out of bed and made him put the uniform on, even as he protested that it no longer fit him. She then ushered him out of his room and down the hall. They took a tube up four decks and stepped out into another empty hall.

“Where are we going?” Jacob hadn’t been to that part of the ship before.

“There’s a holopark on this deck. I thought it would be useful for some therapy as we try to get you to control your new … gifts.” Mary looked down and eyed his jangling package under his uniform. She wanted nothing more than to do as he asked and relieve him again. But if Pricilla was to be spared, she needed to teach Jacob some self-control.

“A holopark? Wow.” Jacob smiled. He’d always wanted to try one. Colony Control really had spared no expense for this mission.

“Now, I want you to think of something relaxing, Jake. Something that fills you with wholesome delight. Something that God gave us all in his boundless wisdom.” Mary stopped at some wide double doors and scanned her hand over the reader.

“That’s easy.” Jacob’s dick started to deflate. Maybe he could have some good, old-fashioned clean fun with his mom. “Iowa Eagles playoffs from three years ago.”

“Good choice, Jake.” Mary was sure this was going to work. The reader flashed green when it processed his request, and the doors opened. Through the doors was the entryway for the stands on the third base side of the stadium. The smell of popcorn and beer greeted them. The field was a bright emerald under the lights. Mary took her son’s hand and led him into the holopark and down the stairs. They took their seats next to a young married couple who smiled at them. “Perfect.” Mary patted Jacob’s thigh. Off in the distance, the crack of the bat echoed out and the crowd cheered as a player sprinted around first and slid into second.

“Wow, it’s just like being there again.” Jacob leaned back in his seat and watched the runner steal third, his new urges forgotten.

“Good.” Mary smiled and looked over at him. “Now, focus on that feeling. You feel free of your bodily needs, right?”

“Yeah, I feel good, Mom. Free.” Jacob felt her hand return to his thigh. She caressed his uniform with her fingertips. The fabric faintly hummed at her touch. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that.” His dick wiggled between his legs, inflating as he looked over at her boobs, poorly hidden in her uniform.

“This is practice, sweetie. Christ faced temptation in the Judean Desert. And you now face it at an Eagles baseball game. I think you have it easier than our Savior.” Mary laughed and moved her hand higher up his thigh, squeezing his flesh.

“You’re my mom, not the devil.” Jacob now found it almost impossible to focus on the game. He tried to ignore his bodily wants. Jacob breathed deeply and inhaled the smell of the fresh cut grass.

“Quiet now, Jake.” Mary looked down and licked her lips. The monster lurking inside his uniform looked like it was searching for a way out. It moved most unnaturally and pushed at the triple-looped fabric. “This is how you will resist temptation. Focus on the game. Forget the woman next to you. Every time you have these urges, you can come back in your mind to this happy place.”

“But, Mom.” Jacob turned and looked at her as another bat cracked and the crowd around them cheered. “You’re my happy place.”

“Me?” Mary hadn’t meant to fondle his thing, but she found her left hand grasping it through his uniform. It pulsed with life. She looked down. Her hand looked so small on top of Jacob’s new organ. Her wedding ring sparkled in the stadium’s lights.

“Baseball can’t compete with you, Mom.” Jacob leaned in closer to his mother. He reached for the zipper on her uniform and pulled it down past her breasts, exposing her cleavage and the cross that hung between her boobs.

“It can’t?” Mary whispered. Her plan for therapy was backfiring. She looked up into his deep brown eyes and saw the longing there. What mother could deny her son what he needed most when he was so hungry?

“You take care of me, Mom.”

“I do, sweetie. Mmmmmpphhhhhh.” Mary let Jacob lean in for the kiss. Baseball was supposed to win out over his new sex drive. This was Jacob’s favorite thing. But maybe, when your boy becomes a man, you no longer know what his favorite things are. Mary let his tongue explore her mouth, and jerked his penis through his uniform with her left hand. Was bayrampaşa escort she now his favorite thing? The crowd roared as something happened on the field, but the Winthrops made out in the stands ignoring all the energy around them.

Jacob put his hands around his mom’s shoulders, and down onto her delicate back. He broke the kiss and looked into her pretty, heart-shaped face. “Mom. I need it really bad. Can you … do it with your mouth like Pricilla did?”

“Oh, my.” But even as Mary rebelled, thinking about what her daughter had looked like coated in Jacob’s little swimmers, she unzipped his uniform. “Goodness, gracious.” She found his underwear torn and useless under his uniform as she fished out that heavy penis. “I’ve only ever done this for your father. And this is …” Mary looked down at the rippling pole of flesh, with its throbbing veins. His poor testicles looked so blue between his legs. “Yours is very different from your father’s. From any man’s.”

“Please, Mom.” Jacob watched his mother’s pink lips part and her head slowly move lower to his lap. She was going to do it.

“Here, goes.” Mary could only think about what it would be like to have her mouth directly attached to that font of seminal rapture. She stretched her jaw wide and took him in. “Mmmmmpppphhhhhh.” The thing moved in her mouth just as Jacob’s tongue had. As she sought to give it pleasure, it seemed to want to return the favor. Breathing through her nose, Mary bounced her head on that mighty penis, never getting much more than the head inside her mouth.

“Wow, Mom. You’re even better than Pricilla.” How odd to be comparing blowjob techniques between his mother and sister. And even stranger still to have her head bobbing on his lap at an Eagles game. He looked around, but everyone in the crowd seemed oblivious to the salacious developments in the stands. Jacob wove his fingers into her silky, blonde hair and tried not to buck his hips up into her. He didn’t want her choking on his dick. He wasn’t sure exactly what would happen if he went too far in. “You take such good care of me,” he whispered.

“Mmmmppphhhhhhh.” Mary was quite shocked at being compared to her daughter at such an act. But for some reason, it made her all the wetter. She was sure her wetness must have soaked through to her uniform. She pumped both hands on the pulsing penis, and rolled her tongue around the top. She was determined to satisfy her eighteen-year-old young man.

The blowjob lasted a good long while. The crowd cheered and clapped at the game intermittently. Some of the heathens and polygamists in the bleachers started a chant at one point. “What’s the matter with Hammond.” Then other heathens would shout, “He’s … a … bum.”

The blowjob continued, and Jacob could no longer tell if the moment was real life, or if he’d died and gone to heaven. “Mom … I’m going to … cum … in your mouth.”

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhhh.” Mary’s head buzzed. Her heart thumped in her chest. She was so close to the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced. Then she heard her beloved son roar out his climax and his hot sticky stuff flooded her mouth. “Eeerrrrrrrrpppphhhhhhhh.” Everything around her disappeared and she felt that she had somehow become a cloud of pure ecstasy.

“Mom?” Jacob’s orgasm passed and he looked down at his mother. The small muscles in her back tensed and released rhythmically. She made a long gurgling noise. Worried, he tried to lift her off his dick, but her rigid body resisted being moved. His dick did pop out of her mouth, and he could hear her making the stupidest sounds. Cum fell out of her mouth, and pooled around the base of his dick. “Mom, are you okay?”

“Yeeeesssssss, swwweeeettiiiieeeeeee.” Mary finally sat up, cum streaming down her chin, her chest, and soaking into her bra. “Mmmmoooommmmyyyyyy feeeelllllsss niiicccceeeeee.” The stadium swam around her. Was this what being drunk felt like? If so, she could see why the polygamists enjoyed their drink the way they did.

“I don’t think I want this to stop. This is the best thing that ever happened to anyone anywhere.” Jacob pulled her uniform down to her waist, and then moved her butt up off the stadium seat so he could pull it all the way off along with her panties. She offered no resistance. With only her cum saturated bra on, Jacob pulled her onto his lap facing the game. “We can watch baseball together while I’m inside you, Mom. This is my happy place.”

“Jjjjaaaakkkeee ppppplllleeeassseee.” Mary didn’t know why she was pleading. Was it so that he wouldn’t put it in? Or because she needed to feel that rippling penis inside her? “We should … aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” Just as her brain returned to her, Mary felt Jacob’s thing slip into her. It hurt as her vagina tried its best to repel the invader, but it also sent waves of electric sparks through escort bahçelievler her nervous system.

“Oh, Mom, it just went in. I didn’t do anything.” Jacob didn’t know how to find her entrance, but his dick seemed to have no problem. Jacob looked over at the young couple watching the game next to them. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like the wife kept eyeing him out of the corner of her eyes. He wasn’t sure how holoparks worked. Did she have some advanced AI algorithm, or was she just filler? Jacob turned back to his mom and watched his cock inch into her below that wide, white ass.

“My vagina … is … putting up a fight.” Mary squealed as the pain receded and pleasure took over. She gripped her son’s thighs. After about a minute, and several inches of penis, her poor vagina seemed to realize it was a lost cause, and it opened up to Jacob. “I can … feel it … moving into me. Oh, goodness … it’s alive. So alive. And … moving into … my belly.” Mary looked down in shock as the massive thing bulged her tummy, moving side to side. She should have been horrified, but instead she wanted more and more. “Is it … all the way … in?”

“Yes.” Jacob gripped the flesh around her hips and moved her up and down. His mother quickly got the message and bounced on his dick. Her ass shook beautifully. If the blowjob at a baseball game had been heaven, this was something beyond. What was there beyond heaven? He had never dreamed anyone could feel as good as he felt in that moment. “I want to be inside you forever, Mom.”

“Oh, yes.” Mary said dumbly. Her boobs bounced in unison inside her saturated bra. Someone hit a triple down the left field line, but she didn’t really see it. She was too wrapped up in the most horribly wrong and perfectly right moment of her motherhood.

“I mean … ugh … ugh … I literally … ugh … never want to leave … your pussy.” Jacob squeezed her hips tighter. He looked up at her slender shoulders, and her blonde hair suspending in the air at the apogee of each bounce.

“Oh, yeessssssss.” Mary wanted to reprimand him for saying pussy, a word used by the Godless polygamists. But she couldn’t bring herself to say more than those two words. “Ooooohhhhhh, yeeesssssssss.” Another orgasm swept through her, the first in a while not brought on by eating his sperm. She dug her nails into his soft thighs, her platinum cross thumping off her boobs again and again.

Mary rode her son for a long time, cresting from one orgasm to the next. The crowd cheered around them, and the Eagles pulled into the lead down below. But neither Winthrop much cared for the setting of the failed therapy session. They were too into each other.

After her fourth or fifth orgasm, Mary pulled off him, turned around, and squatted back down on his lap. She sighed as the oversized thing slipped back into her stretched hole. It was awkward riding Jacob this way, the armrests prevented her from putting her knees by his hips, but she managed long, tantalizing stroke after stroke.

“I can’t believe you’re … going to make me … again …” Mary reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She let her heavy breasts fall free. They wobbled and bounced in different directions once freed from confinement.

“It’s coming … Mom … I’m cumming … Mom.” Jacob reached up and grabbed hold of each boob, pulling her down all the way onto his cock. “So … gooood … Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Yeeessssssss …” Mary had never been manhandled like that, but she didn’t have time to think about it. The second his hot stuff hit her insides, she was transported back to that amorphous, rapturous cloud. Far off in the distance, she could hear her unladylike self grunting like a pig as Jacob filled her up. Oh, no, he was filling her up. But her brain couldn’t hold on to the worry as the pleasure carried her away.

Minutes later, when she pulled off of him, her vagina was a burping, sloppy mess. It dumped so much of his white stuff back onto him and onto the poor stadium seating. Her triangle of blonde hair was matted with sweat and cum, and she could feel it trickling down the insides of her thighs. “What have … we done … Jacob?”

“We had sex … Mom.” Jacob panted. “And it was the best … thing … ever.”

“We certainly … did.” Mary picked her panties up from the stadium floor. They would be woefully inadequate at holding back the flow of sperm seeping out of her, but better than nothing. She shimmied them on and stepped into her uniform. “Get dressed. I didn’t lock the holopark. Anyone could come in here at any time.”

“Really?” Jacob tucked his deflating dick into his uniform and zipped up. He looked around the stadium. For all the world, it looked like they were really at an Eagles game with 40,000 people.

“I thought we were doing a therapy session.” Mary zipped up and offered her skinny son a hand up. He took it and she pulled him from the chair. Goodness, her legs and vagina were sore. “Now let’s get to a shower before someone finds us.”

“Right.” Jacob thought about getting naked in the shower with his curvy mother as they headed for the tunnel that was the exit to the holopark. He smiled.

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