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Together, Forever! Ch. 11

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After the premier of Starstruck, Colin announced to the world through the media that he would be taking the next year off to travel, get more accustomed to his new superstar status and get acquainted with the house he had just purchased in Los Angeles. “A whole year off!” Victoria was astonished. “Wow, what I wouldn’t give to take a whole year off.” Colin stretched out across her beige leather couch, looking over at her as she folded a pile of laundry; some of his things mixed in with her own.

“You could,” he said, smiling over at her. She was wearing blue jeans and one of his t-shirts untucked. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail and a beautiful California tan was all she had on her face. Barefooted, she sat cross-legged on the floor as she continued to fold towels and underwear.

“How’s that?” she asked, peering up at him through her long lashes, a smile on her face. She had come to accept her life now with Colin as an everyday thing. He was no longer a big star in Hollywood to her, but a loving, helpful man who she couldn’t get enough of. Everything she had ever wanted was coming together.

“All you have to do is become an actress, star in a few movies with me, and boom! Take a year off.” Victoria laughed as she continued with her work. Seeing she was not taking him seriously, he sat forward, grabbing the towel from her hand. She looked up. “I’m serious! With me to help you and the connections I have, it wouldn’t be long before you could be a star.” Seeing her incredulous look, he added, “You’re beautiful, Victoria. You could make it even without any help.”

Again Victoria laughed, this time grabbing the towel back. “I’m no actress!” She set the towel to one side and stopped for a minute to look at him. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve even thought about that?” When he just watched her, she got up and crossed over to where he sat. “I acted, if you can call it that, some in high school. You know, musicals and stuff. I was a singer, not a thespian.” Recalling the past brought a smile to her lips. “True, I did a couple of plays in college but gave it up when I got married during my sophomore year.”

“Well, there you go.”

“What?” Victoria looked over at him as he took her in his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

“You gave it up for the wrong man.”

“I didn’t think he was the wrong man at the time,” she teased. “Besides, I didn’t want to live that life. Look at you . . .”

“What about me?”

“You never have a moment’s rest. People are all over you when you’re out in public and you struggle to maintain a private life. I don’t want that.”

“But you already have that with me.” For some reason, Colin continued to push the issue. “It wouldn’t be any different if you got into it yourself.”

Victoria simply shook her head. “I told you once before, I’m not an actress. Besides, I’d rather sit back and watch you do all that. I’m perfectly happy being a silent supporter.” To her relief, he gave it up for a while.

One of the first things he wanted to do during this year off was furnish the house he had just purchased. Victoria absolutely loved it! The first time she walked into it, it took her breath away. It was a two story stucco house with five bedrooms, four and a half baths, three living areas plus a huge bonus room that he was planning on converting into a screening room. It had a three car garage with a motor court and was approximately 5,524 square feet. The previous owner had spent a lot of time and money on the gardens and Colin loved them so he decided to leave well enough alone and hired a gardener for the upkeep. He wanted to hire a decorator for the interior and offered Victoria the chance to be involved with it. She quickly jumped at the chance and overtook the responsibility of turning the house into a home.

Victoria found a decorator by the name of Juan and fell in love with his taste for interior decorating; elegant, but comfortable. Colin had a taste for dark wood and metal, so some of that was incorporated into the scheme, but mostly in the study that was down the hall from his bedroom. The one thing she liked most about his study was the movie posters and memorabilia that decorated the walls. Every movie that he had been in, from his very first one to the two that continued to show at the theaters, were on the walls, and now Starstruck would grace the walls as well.

The house was spread out and in angular shapes. The front door was nestled under a two story covered entry with columns in the front. As you entered the house through the solid wood doors, you walked into the grand foyer that went all the way up. A balcony from the second story overlooked the foyer and a circular staircase was to the left. Behind that were Colin’s rooms which included a small bath, his study, a hallway which acted as a gallery that lead into his bedroom and a huge private bath.

The bedroom had a door that walked out onto the newly built deck and swimming pool area. There was a small gas fireplace that opened in both Colin’s görükle escort bedroom and the connecting bath. The garden tub was on the other side of the fireplace. When Victoria saw it, her eyes lit up. It was one of the most romantic things about the whole house. There was a large shower built for two and double sinks, a separate area for the toilet and a huge walk-in closet with the center being shoe storage and built-in drawers.

You could go directly into the formal living room from the grand foyer or turn down another hallway/gallery to the right taking you into the rest of the house. There was a large formal dining room with bay windows and directly across from that was the kitchen. The kitchen was extra spacious with a floating island in the center and a bar that held the sink, dishwasher and cook top that looked over into the family room and breakfast nook without any visual obstructions. The built-in refrigerator and appliances had paneled fronts that matched the cabinets.

The family room had built-ins for a television, VCR, stereo and whatever else Colin might have. Beside that and catty corner, was a large marble fireplace. To the right of that, the hallway continued on into a guest bedroom and bath. Attached to it, was a one car garage. Colin said it would be convenient for guests to come and go even if he wasn’t here.

On the other side of the formal dining room, there was another set of stairs, the laundry room and the two car garage. If you went up the circular staircase, it would take you to the balcony that overlooked the grand foyer and then led you into the remaining bedrooms, a playroom and Colin’s future screening room. There was a craft room/sewing room up there as well that was used for storage for now.

Victoria, Colin and Juan spent a good six months decorating the house and putting in a swimming pool. When it was all said and done, she was in love with this house and, at the same time, devastated that it wasn’t hers and Colin’s together. They hadn’t talked about moving in together and it bothered Victoria. She wasn’t sure if she would if he asked, but it bothered her that he hadn’t even brought it up. Those old familiar feelings of wondering if they would stay together always found a way of creeping back up when she was the happiest. She didn’t understand why she just couldn’t be happy and enjoy the times that they had together. She just knew that some day Colin would let his true feelings for Marisa out and she wanted to be prepared. She thought there was no room for dreaming about them staying together, much less ever living together! Not soon after that is when Victoria’s worst fears came back to haunt her in a living nightmare, one she wasn’t sure she’d ever awaken from!

The months she and Colin spent decorating his house were heaven for her. They got closer than she ever imagined. It felt like they belonged together, that they had been together forever. One night, after they had fallen exhausted on the couch in the family room after a day of decorating and shopping, reality hit her hard in the chest.

Colin had gone into the kitchen to get some glasses and chilled wine. There was a wet bar on the other side of the fireplace, but they hadn’t gotten far enough in decorating and unpacking to set it up yet. As she waited, Victoria got up, turned on the ceiling fan and admired the artwork she had picked for this room. She and Colin shared a love for horses and they both liked some of the Southwest decor, so they had purchased some paintings by Beverly Doolittle, an artist made famous by hiding pictures within her pictures. They were either paint horses or Native American pictures. The one that hung above the fireplace looked like a woodsman on horseback with a pack horse following him as they were traveling through some white Birchwood trees. But if you looked closely, in the Birchwood trees were hidden four side portraits; three of eagles and the fourth a Native American brave. Victoria absolutely loved it. She looked at it one last time and then turned to go find what was holding Colin up, but the room was blocked by his frame in the doorway. He was holding out a glass of white wine and watching her face. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.

She took the glass of wine and turned, once again facing the painting. “I think so. It really makes the room doesn’t it? Somehow, all put together, it belongs here.” She walked over to the windows and looked out, taking a sip of the chilled wine. Directly in front was the deck and swimming pool, but over to the right were the gardens and a small water garden, her favorite in the whole landscaping scheme. As she stood there, she didn’t hear him come, and then suddenly he was standing behind her, with his arms around her waist.

“You’ve done a fantastic job with the house, Vicky. I couldn’t have done it without you.” She felt his lips on the back of her neck and she smiled, anticipating another night of loving from him.

At that moment the phone rang and she turned in its direction. bursa escort bayan “Let the machine get it,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her flesh. She smiled a little smile and turned in his arms, her mouth eager to find his. Just as her lips touched his, the machine picked up and Victoria was shocked to hear Marisa’s voice on the other end. The kiss ended abruptly as both of them turned toward the machine to listen. She was saying something about how she couldn’t meet Colin tonight after all, that something had come up but to meet her tomorrow afternoon at their regular spot. As she continued talking about why she couldn’t come, Victoria turned in Colin’s arms to face him once again, her face startled and confused. As he turned to look at her, she saw the guilt and regret etched in his beautiful features and he didn’t have to say anything, it was written clearly on his face. She didn’t even give him a chance! Victoria quickly shoved away from him, taking him by surprise and picking up the closest thing to them and hurtling it towards his head. Lithely, he ducked. “Now, wait a minute Victoria!” He dove towards her, trying to grab the next object from her hand.

Suddenly she dropped it on the couch, determined not to lose total control. Up righting the glass of wine down her throat in one lithe motion, she stopped and stared, causing him to do the same. And then without another word, she set the glass down on the metal and glass table, strode toward the massive front doors, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. Immediately he was there, grabbing her arm. “Don’t go, I’m begging.”

“This house is not big enough for the three of us,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I will not come in second to anyone for anyone,” and then looking at him, anger burning her eyes, “Not even for you!!” She slapped at his hand that blocked her way out, yelling, “I deserve more than this and I will not stick around to be trod over.” She put her hands to her eyebrows, rubbing fiercely trying to block out his words. “I must have been an idiot!!”

“Vicky, it’s not what you think!!” Victoria took another look at the house that they had decorated together so lovingly and remembered how they had even christened every single one of the rooms in the way they knew so well. Tears sprung to her eyes and she glared at him.

“How many times have you had her in this house?” Colin stepped back, shocked at this new onslaught. “Have you slept with her in the bed we bought together!?” She choked on her wanting to take him into her arms, forget what she had just heard and love him like he had never been loved before.

“Vicky, I swear to you . . .”

“To think I came all the way to Los Angeles to be treated this way.” No! She knew she couldn’t stay!! She had to go home, home to Texas; where she belonged. Colin reached out and touched her arm and felt her trembling. He led her gently to a chair and kneeling next to her, he stroked her hair tenderly, his eyes glowing like twin stars as he gazed into her face. “It’s not what you think, Victoria. I swear it to you.”

She stared at him. “I want to believe you, Colin.”

“Marry me, Victoria,” Colin blurted suddenly.

Her huge blue eyes grew even larger as she stared into his serious face. For a moment she was tempted to accept, but then she caught a glimpse of the answering machine’s blinking light, and her heart gave a lurch of pain and regret. She shook her head sorrowfully. “No, Colin, I can’t.” She closed her eyes to shut out his mesmerizing gaze, and two fat tears slid out from beneath her lashes, rolling silently down her cheeks.

His fingers tenderly brushed them away. “Why not?” he whispered.

As she spoke, her voice cracked on a sob. “Why are you doing this to me?” It was the one thing Victoria wanted more than life itself, but she could not, would not marry a man who still yearned for another woman. She looked at him pleadingly, wanting so badly to throw herself into his arms and hold him tightly for all eternity. And then before she could change her mind, she jumped up and raced out of the door.

She didn’t know how it happened, but Victoria wound up at Mark and Brad’s townhouse, needing to talk to a friend desperately. Standing before the door in tears, she knocked on the door, praying that Brad was there. When the door opened, Victoria looked up into Mark’s smiling face which quickly turned to concern as he saw her. “Victoria, what’s wrong sweetie?”

She tried to smile at him but it came out as a grimace, and then suddenly she just stood there before him, as uncontrollable sobs racked her. Mark quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms before she dropped in front of him. She bowed her head onto his shoulder in despair. She felt as though she wouldn’t survive this second loss in her life, not now, not Colin. As she agonized over what had happened, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder, she suddenly realized it was over. Mark gently smoothed her tangled auburn hair. Victoria looked up after a few bursa escort moments, her face red and swollen, her eyes wild, and looked into Mark’s eyes for answers to the questions she had, but he only nodded and whispered gently and took her into the house to sit on the couch.

It was fully half an hour before she could speak. Mark said nothing. He only sat there and rubbed her back gently and waited. There was nothing one could say. It cut him to the core to realize how badly Colin had hurt her once again. Victoria looked at him then, her face blotched, her eyes hideously bloodshot and swollen. “What am I going to do? Oh, god, Mark, I’ve lost him. And I love him . . .” She couldn’t go on then, and Mark took her in his arms again, furious at Colin for the broken woman he held in his arms. After a few minutes, Victoria looked up and tried to smile bravely at him. “Thanks . . . for listening, Mark.” She stopped and looked around the town house. “Where’s Brad?” She sat up and wiped the tears from under her eyes.

“He’s not here right now, Vicky.” He watched her for a moment and then added, “I know we aren’t as close as you and Brad, but I’m here for you.” Victoria smiled and reached out to take his hand in hers.

“Mark, you’ve hidden your true colors for too long. You have a wonderful ear and I appreciate you being so understanding. Not many guys would just sit there and let me go ballistic.”

“I’m not just any guy,” he said, taking her hand in his. “Victoria, I know you probably don’t want to hear this.” She watched him as he turned serious, his eyes searching her own. “But, I’m surprised you didn’t learn your lesson at Millennium earlier this summer.” Victoria looked at him in surprise and then found him to be very reasonable. She found herself drawn to his concern for her. “Colin’s not the type of guy to settle down and I’ve been afraid this has been a long time in coming.”

“Mark . . .” She patted his hand, intent on settling any fear he might have. He interrupted her quickly.

“I don’t want to see you hurt, Vicky. I know this isn’t the time for it, but you mean the world to me.” She could only stare at him in disbelief and surprise. “Colin will only break your heart in the end, if he hasn’t done it already.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as she leaned into him and hugged him. “Thank you, Mark. I know you’re only trying to help and I appreciate that. You’re a good friend.”

“Victoria, you mean more to me than just a friend,” he said, gently touching her cheek with his hand and then pulling away, afraid that she might take it wrong.

“Mark, you’re right about one thing. This is the wrong time to bring this up. “She stood up and crossed over to the sliding glass door that went out onto the back patio, but, she silently mused, Mark was a man to inflame a woman’s blood … if she wasn’t so in love with Colin, right or wrong. Strange, she had not thought about him this way before, perhaps because he was right here taking care of her during this great time of hurt. Or was it his piercing gaze?

He crossed over to where she stood and even though he didn’t touch her, Victoria could feel his presence. “Sweetie, I know you’re hurting and right now you probably feel like you could never love again. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance to prove my feelings for you.”

“Mark . . .” Victoria couldn’t go on. She turned to face him. He was a temptation to her, a temptation that she didn’t need at this time. Hurt by Colin, she needed touching, holding, kissing, and caring. Mark seemed willing to do it for her. She looked at him, his piercing brown eyes searching hers.

“Ever since the first time I met you, I knew that we’d be together,” he whispered. “I know you’re hurt, but give me a chance and I’ll prove to you that it won’t happen again. I’ll never break your heart and make you cry the way Colin has.” This time, he drew her into his embrace, her head resting on his chest, “I know you’re afraid to let your feelings show and I understand, but maybe it’s time to move on. I’d rather die than let him continue to hurt you, Victoria.”

As much as she hated to, she broke their embrace gently, touching Mark’s cheek with her fingers, saying, “Mark, I can’t. Not now . . .” She smiled and then said, “I’ve got to go.”

As she walked towards the door, he grabbed hold of her hand and said, “I don’t know why he does what he does, but I’m here for you, Victoria. I wish I could take away everything that’s happened. If you were my girl . . .”

She gently placed a finger to his lips, saying, “Don’t Mark. I appreciate what you’re saying, but I can’t do this right now. I hope you understand.” And then she leaned into him, kissing him on the cheek and left.

That night at home in her own apartment, dreams plagued Victoria. Dreams of Marisa and Colin and even dreams of Mark. In her dream, Mark was holding her, consoling her. As she stood in his embrace, he kissed her ear, whispering words of reassurance. As she stepped back to watch him, his image wavered and then dissolved into the image of Brad. His keen gaze traveled over her lovely features, reflecting an immense satisfaction in watching her. It was as if he had the power to mesmerize her with those entrancing green eyes, for Victoria couldn’t pull her gaze from his or think clearly.

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Snow White: An Erotic Adventure Ch. 04

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Prepared to kill whatever lay in his path, he was surprised that a sharp tap to the immobile mass caused a pained grunt. Using the toe of his boot he shifted what became apparent was a man. Well a boy. He gasped softly when he came across the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Though rimmed with red they still shined like emeralds.

A moan from the pitiful creature brought his eyes to a full mouth that was cracked and dry. As if on cue a wickedly pink tongue poked out in an attempt to wet those lips. The effect was instantaneous the sex between his legs tightened as he imagines what that mouth would look and feel like wrapped around his cock. He could see it now the lad would be on his knees his hands chained in iron at his back. He would have his prick buried so deep in the boy’s throat that those eyes would tear and pled wordlessly for a respite that would not be forth coming.

He would bury his hands in those thick curls and force the boy’s mouth to work his sex at a faster pace as he neared completion. Once that familiar tingle at the base of his spine started, when the heat pooling in his belly turned into an inferno, he would tear the boy’s head away from his groin and fire his seed across those bruised and swollen lips.

“P…please” the sound drew him from his sinful thoughts and he focused on the boy that had cast pleading eyes upon him. The priest cast one look at his men who stood less than two feet away. In the dimming light they assessed him and he them. Any one of these men would rape and kill the lad if given half the chance. They would share him over and over until he was of no more use to them or himself and then they’d kill him. They would slice his throat from ear to ear.

He should really leave the boy xslot here and let nature finish what it had started. He should really check the boy to see what valuables he carried on his person. It was clear that the boy had no business being out here. The boy was so unlike him and his men he was … delicate. It was also clear that everything that he should do he wasn’t going to do. He was going to take the lad back to their hideout, and dare any of these men try to take the boy without his permission. They would find themselves on the perilously wrong side of his blade. The boy was his!

Stooping down over the boy he lifted the lad and carried him back to where the men and his horse waited. He saw the question in their eyes as he approached with the boy. Yes. He saw the question but he knew they would not be so foolish as to question his judgment. He climbed onto the saddle after he had placed the boy securely on it first. He ordered the horse on with a nudge to its side with his heel without a further glance at the men behind him.

AROUND THE CAMPFIRE: LATER THAT NIGHT

“What’s the priest gunna do wit’ that boy? Marcus inquired of the men gathered around the fire in the abandoned church that they called home.

“D’you think he’ll let us have a go at him?” Murdoc asked not bothering to answer Marcus’ question.

“It’s been ages since any of us has had a tight arse to plough. An’ that boy in there looks more than ripe. Don’t he lads?”

“I wouldn’t even mind having the Priest’ leftovers, so long as I’ll be able to fuck that boy it’ll be alright.” A series of grunts and agreements sounded around from the eight men that huddled around the fire. Their eyes gleamed with maliciousness in the light.

“You’d xslot Giriş better not let the Priest hear you talkin’ like that.”

The men jumped when Doc spoke as they hadn’t heard his approach.

“He’s attached to that boy and he’d kill any one of you that so much as looked cross- eyed at him” Doc continued.

“So if I were you I’d keep my thoughts close to my heart lest the Priest catches wind of them.”

All the men turned their eyes to the stairwell that led up to what used to be the *rectory*. Up there the Priest was with the boy, he’d been up there since they’d come back earlier that evening. The only person the Priest had spoken to was Doc, clearly even Doc had outgrown his welcome and been relegated to the *church floor* with the rest of the men.

“What are we eating tonight?” Doc asked. Immediately Harry a rather shy freckled man handed him a silver plate with some buttered bread and a hunk of meat, along with a goblet of wine. Doc thanked him before sitting down in one of the pews; he didn’t feel like socializing with these men after he’d heard how they’d spoken of the boy. Discussing him as though he were no more than a slab of beef to be devoured. His thoughts were interrupted as Harry approached him and sat down next to him on the bench. His food sat untouched next to him as Harry opened his mouth to speak.

“Doc” he whispered aware that the other men were not too far away.

“Doc y…y…you hav…vv…ent b…b…been t…t…to see m…m…me in a while” he stammered. God he hated that he always got tongue tied and nervous when around the Doc. Dear God but he couldn’t help it, just one look from Doc and his heart raced and his blood pounded through his veins. xslot Yeni Giriş He worried his lower lip and wrung his hands nervous gestures just like his stammering. He could feel a blush rise up his neck and spread across his cheeks. He chanced a glance up at Doc through his lashes; he had a smile on his lips.

“I know Harry; I’ve missed not having you warm my bed at night. You know things have been rather dangerous as of late, a lot of injuries I’ve had to tend to.” He raised his hand to brush the heated flesh on the man’s face.

“But tomorrow night will be just for you and I. The boy should sleep through the night but there is no guarantee. I’ll have to be alert in case Priest needs me.” He whispered against Harry’s mouth.

His tongue darted out to bathe his lower lip, he heard the choked inhale from the other man and he took advantage of the parted lips. Slipping his tongue inside Harry’s mouth felt like a joyous reunion after a painfully long absence. He flicked his tongue over the other man’s shyer muscle attempting to coax it into playing with his. He licked the inside of Harry’s cheek, his teeth, his gums wanting to taste and posses every inch of the man who was just as much his as he belonged to Harry.

He groaned into Harry’s mouth when his tongue finally decided to come out and play. His lungs started to burn but he didn’t care he wanted, needed more. It had been too long, too many nights of not burying his cock deep into that tight passage. Being so deep and pounding so hard that he couldn’t tell where he ended and Harry began. His hands had woven themselves into Harry’s hair tugging him closer. His cock throbbed, it ached. Finally he tore his mouth away and sucked air into his burning lungs.

Taking in the state of the man before him, his cock lurched painfully and fluid leaked from the tip. Harry was flushed and panting his eyes wide and dilated with passion. His lips were bruised and wet from the kiss they had shared. Harry whimpered and reached for him once more.

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Tia and Cally

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Tonight was the night.

I didn’t care if I was sinning myself, or my damn husband. Tonight was for me and her only. We would meet as soon as the sun set, and then we’d begin the rides.

Friday: 7:00 p.m.

I hate lying. Especially to my family. To my husband. He was a quiet, peaceful guy who only said the truth – and that was why I had a problem.

I had been married to Keith for 7 years, ever since I was 20 years old, and I did love him a lot.

But from the beginning, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. If I looked terrible, he’d go out of his way to make sure he told me so. On our wedding day, he saw me for the first time in my gown and told me my necklace didn’t fit well with the dress and said it made me look horrible. I felt ugly the entire ceremony.

When I feel pretty, he’ll find something negative and put me down. He doesn’t mean to – it’s simply his nature.

But I can’t stand it anymore. I’m a beautiful blonde woman who deserves to be on the cover of Vogue. Long legs, flat tummy, xslot small waist, tight ass, size C boobs, heart-shaped lips, green eyes and a clear face describes me well enough. I’m sure women would kill for my looks.

So the least my husband of 7 years can do is compliment my shiny eyes instead of reminding me my shoes need shining.

That’s why I lied to Keith about having some fun with my friends tonight. Well, almost. After all, I was going to have some fun, but with a person slightly closer to me than a friend.

I said a loving good bye but all Keith told me was to put my hair in a ponytail because the wind made it wild. I ignored the typical comment and hurried into my car.

As I drove my way into back streets and dark alleys, I thought of Cally. Tonight we were going to meet in her apartment set far back from the noisy crowded city – so we could be all alone.

I met Cally in a club and I found her very attractive. She looked exactly like me, long legs, big breasts, blonde hair, green xslot Giriş eyes and all.

We ended up in an intimate chat, and after I told her about my problems with Keith, she understood and asked if I’d like to join her in sex.

The question came as a shock to me, but I found myself wanting to know what lesbian sex was like, since I had had enough of the dull straight sex.

I agreed, and well, here I am. I’m never going to forget tonight. I’m scared but eager, too.

I pulled up to her address. A small, isolated run-down apartment building in bad need of repair. There were no street lights, and the building looked so small I doubted it could hold more than one family. Looking around, there were no other houses or people.

I walked up and knocked once, twice. The peeling door opened on the third knock.

There, in the doorway, stood Cally. She was dressed in a see -through silk robe. Under it she wore a black bra and underwear.

Smiling, she gestured me to come in.

“Let’s xslot Güncel Giriş get started, shall we Tia?”

I nodded. Now,I wasn’t scared at all.

Simply eager to do this.

I took off my coat and threw it on the dusty couch. The apartment looked even tinier than outside. Cally had lit it with a single bright light overhead.

She shut the door and stopped to inspect me.

I had worn the sexiest dress I could find; a barely-there red dress and red high heels. Under it I was wearing matching red bra and panties.

Smiling at me happily, she took my hand and led me down a tiny dark hallway, and pushed open a door. It was a bedroom, brightly lit.

I walked slowly to the bed without saying anything. I kicked off my shoes, and pulled the straps down off my dress. I pulled the whole thing off and kicked it away, revealing my hot lingerie.

Cally silently walked to me and stopped. She tore off the silk robe and I saw her creamy body, just as silky. I found myself wanting to touch it badly, to lick it, bite it, taste it, suck it, eat it. I didn’t know. Just let me touch it. Time to get dirty, Tia. Time to be nasty. This is for that son-of-a-bitch Keith, this is revenge.

Let the games begin.

To Be Continued…

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Puppy Girl Ch. 04

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Hi everyone, I really appreciate everyone that took the time to comment on my last chapter, it’s amazing, and you all are amazing. I am very much enjoying creating a story for two imperfect people, and doing it very imperfectly I’m sure.

Anyway, back to the good stuff….

At first I thought it had all been a bad dream. My body ached, and as the fog lifted from my eyes, I saw the reality of my situation. I was naked except for my skimpy panties, in a cage. I reached back, running my hands over my butt. It felt better, but the punishment last night was in the forefront of my mind. I tried to stretch out, but could barely do anything. I guessed it must have been early, the sun shone into the windows, and birds were chirping outside. The rest of the world was waking up to a regular day, while I was trapped and humiliated inside this tiny metal prison.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t fall back asleep. It was too quiet, and my thoughts seemed so loud. I thought back to being laid on David’s bed. I had caved, I called him Master, and I said I would be his puppy. He asked if I would be his slut toy, and with out any hesitation I had agreed. Did the fear and pain really motivate me that much, or was I secretly enjoying it? I knew I was at his mercy, but after last night, I wasn’t sure that was such a good thing.

I thought back to the park, how hot are sex had been, how much it had stimulated me as never before. I had loved the feeling of the collar around my neck; it made me feel so controlled, so submissive. I liked being handled roughly, when we were screwing, but it was different last night, did I anger him somehow? Did I not meet the expectations he had for me? I bit my lip, so unsure of myself. I know I didn’t want any kind of repeat punishment, so I made up my mind to be as compliant as possible. He had given me rules, not many, and while they were humiliating and degrading, maybe it could lead to what I’d been looking for all along….

The door opened, and it interrupted my thoughts. David walked out, ruffled his hair, obviously just having woken up. I met his eyes; he stared into mine, not angry, but searching for something in me. I broke the stare, looked back down at the floor. I felt him crouch down, and he patted my shoulder softly. I pulled away, reeling from the contact. I wrapped my arms around my chest, I wasn’t cold, but I missed being covered.

“There’s a good girl. You seem much better behaved this morning.” I turned red in the face, and stole a glance up at him. He was smiling right back down at me. “Stay here little one, I’ll make us some food.”

I wanted to scoff at his joke: I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I listened to rattling in the kitchen, and I could make out the ripping of plastic, cracking of eggs, pans clanking around. Then came the smells, and lord, was I hungry. I thought back to the last time I ate, it had to have been almost a full day. It was torture, the smell of butter, bacon, eggs, and cheese wafted through to where my cage was. Thankfully, I didn’t wait too much longer; David came back around the corner.

“Good girl, Brooke. The food is ready, but before I let you out, I need to know you remember my rules for you,” he said.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and replied, “You are Master, I am your puppy… I don’t talk unless you tell me to, I call you Sir…” I trailed off, biting my lip, trying to remember the rest. “I walk around on all fours…”

“You’re forgetting a very important one pup,” he said sternly.

I looked back up at David fearfully, I didn’t want anymore punishment, and I didn’t want to be cooped up in the cage any longer. But to my surprise, he unlatched the door, and swung it open for me. Tentatively, I stepped out, my hips and legs sore from being curled up overnight. David reached down, running his hand up my back, grasping the collar, holding my head in place while he clipped the leather leash back on my neck. His hand stayed on me, running back down my spine, sliding past my back, and resting on my ass. Touching me there didn’t hurt, the spankings didn’t hurt, but it made remember. He let his fingers slip under my panties, brushing the lips of my pussy, and to my surprise, it felt a little wet. I cursed my body for being so easily aroused. David took a knee, lowered his mouth to my ear, and whispered,

“Your body is mine, and I intend to use it, for both our enjoyment…” He let his words linger, and I shuddered as he punctuated them by pushing two fingers into my wet opening. But suddenly, his hand left me, and he stood up, leash in hand.

“There’ll be plenty of time to play, come eat Brooke.”

David gave me a couple tugs, and I hurried to trot alongside him. In that moment, I was grateful for the soft carpeting; never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine I would spend so much time on the floor. My stomach growled loudly, and I gulped, hoping he didn’t hear it. Although, he’d reduced me to this, I’m not sure why the sounds of my stomach görükle escort would embarrass me further.

David pulled me close to the table, but instead of offering me a seat, he tied the leash around his chair, leaving me there. A few moments later, he was back, two plates of food. He set one on the table, and set another on the floor in front of me. I shouldn’t have been surprised, after everything that happened, but I was about to eat off a plate on the floor. I stared at the hot food; the steaming pile of eggs, meat, potatoes, it all looked so good. I could feel my pride leaving me, I looked up to David, asking for permission in my eyes.

“Go ahead, eat. Be good about it, I don’t want a mess to have to clean up.”

Promptly, I scooted forward, leaning down, putting my mouth right on the plate. I chomped, taking a big bite of it, I could feel some on my face too, and from David’s chuckles, I must have been entertaining to watch. I began to figure out a better way, scooping up with my tongue, before wrapping my lips around the bite. I sat up, chewing, and paused. Leaning over and eating right of the plate wasn’t easy, but soon I felt his hand on my head. He petted my smooth, straight hair, I found myself feeling content just for a second. The gesture was reassuring, but I snapped out of it as quickly as the feeling had come, started finishing up the meal.

David was all smiles, he must have been happy I’d been playing my role well enough. He took the plates back to the kitchen, and I listened to clinking, and the sound of running water while I waited, still tied up. I took a deep breath, I only had to endure two more days, and then I would be free again. If I was compliant, I was sure I could hold out that long. David returned, untied my leash, and gave it a few tugs, leading me back toward the main room. He flipped on the TV, and sat back comfortably on his couch. Patting the cushion next to him, he signaled for me to join him there. Doing my best dog impression, I approached the couch, crawled up, still on all fours. He pulled my leash back toward him, turning me around, and he pulled me lower, until I was curled, lying down on my side, and my head in his lap.

I started to figure out that fighting and resisting his motions while on leash was very uncomfortable, and painful if he pulled too hard. I wondered if this is what dogs felt as they were pulled along, or yanked backwards toward their masters. As if he was invading my thoughts, David starting stroking my hair. He ran his fingers down the length, pulling it playfully from time to time. I tensed up, I could still feel the pain that his hands had caused me last night, but he continued watching the screen in front of him.

Words were on the tip of my mouth several times, wanting to tell him to stop, wanting to tell him how I feel, wanting to share my unsure feelings about the whole thing. But nothing ever came out. I got lost in my thoughts. I imagined how someone could live like this; I imagined what the future might hold living here with David. I couldn’t help myself from revisiting our sex session last weekend, but then I remembered the long uncomfortable night I had spent huddled in the cage. Looking across the room, I could still see it there, a reminder of just how objectified I’d become in a short 12 hours.

I must have been more lost in my daydream than I thought, because David had been “shh”-ing me, telling me to relax, and I obeyed, my muscles now slack as I rested on top of him. I started to feel anxious and restless, even though his touch was feeling good, almost comforting. Maybe that was why I wanted to get up, move. I knew I could let him make me do whatever he wanted me to do, but I had no idea it would be so easy to feel what he wanted me to feel, and that scared me a little. I’d only known this man personally for a few weeks, but he could already look into my soul. He could see every emotion on my face, even though that was a skill I thought I had.

Yet I had no clue what was going on his mind. Was he getting aroused at all? I mean, I was naked, on a collar and leash, and in his lap. I expected him to pull out his dick right there on the couch, pull me around, and make me start sucking it. I stared ahead, but I wanted to see if I could feel the bulge that he might have. I lifted my head up a couple times, pretending to readjust myself and get comfortable, but I couldn’t see anything out of the corner of my eye. Thinking that I should act like a puppy, I nuzzled my head against his thigh, feeling up the length of it very slowly with my temple. I guess I didn’t realize exactly what I was doing, because I had moved farther up his leg than I thought, and I found that I had moved my head right on top of his crotch, and there was no doubt that he was hard.

“Did you find something you want, pet?” David asked.

“I… I um…. just ….” My stutters were my only reply, before he cut me off,

“You are not allowed to speak often pet, I bursa escort bayan would make sure you have something to say before you do.”

His words made me feel stupid, but I still had no reply. Not without angering him, and that was the last thing I wanted.

“You didn’t answer me Brooke, did you find what you wanted, yes or no?”

I was brilliant question. If I said yes, I would be admitting I was looking for his cock, obviously horny, and brave enough to initiate the contact. If I said no, I was saying that I just accidentally felt his hardened member, and that I didn’t even want to know if he was hard or not, and I was just a ditz. David seemed intent on in answer, so I thought it over again. I arrived at the conclusion that the only way that this whole experience could be worth it is if I got a lot out of it too, mainly release. In a whisper, I finally replied back,

“Yes, Master, I was looking for your cock.”

“Oh you were? Well you found it, now what do you want with it?”

I paused, thinking of the right answer. It turned out to be a mix of honesty and appeasing him, “I wanted to play with it, make you feel good, Sir, and then maybe you would make me feel the same…”

I trailed off, and I could feel the redness in my cheeks build, yet I stared straight ahead.

“That sounds like a fine plan pet,” he said, as he pulled me off of him. “But you’re forgetting one important thing…”

As he paused, he unzipped and undid his pants, and freed his cock. It stood up, looking just as hard as I thought it was. He bent it toward me, and pulled my leash slowly, but firmly, until it pressed against my lips, and he pulled him on to it, passing my lips, and entering my mouth. He started moving my head for me, but after a few motions, I started sucking him off myself. Now that I was obediently giving him his blowjob, he continued,

“You forget that your pleasure is entirely up to me, and if I want to use you in anyway, I will.”

I contemplated his words, there had always been the unspoken contract between my few partners I’d had in the past: I get you off, you get me off. But it didn’t matter with David; all I could do was comply with his demands, and hope. I must have been slacking off in my blowjob, because he gave me a sharp tug, and thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick much deeper in my mouth, making me gag. I pulled away coughing, but before I could recover, David tugged me back.

“Come on Brooke, you’re not making me want to give you anything back…” he taunted.

I rolled on to all fours again, and leaned down into his lap again, taking his cock back into my mouth, sucking, slurping, and bobbing on it with renewed vigor. He must have liked it, because his free hand went to my head, and he leaned back, moaning. I continued licking, running up and down the length with my tongue, before taking it back, pushing the hard dick as far as my mouth as I could. His hips started rocking forward to meet me, I could tell he was liking it, so that was something.

“Mmm, good girl Brooke, I’m gonna cum soon….” His breath was quick and labored, and after just a minute more, he grabbed my head with two hands, holding me in place, I could feel his cock start to throb and spasm, and seconds later he was cumming into my mouth. My eyes shot wide open; I tried to pull away, but his firm grab kept each shot of cum in my mouth, I had to swallow.

Finally he released me, and I gasped, some cum dribbling down the side of my face.

“Clean us off pet,” David ordered.

I leaned in again, licked him until it was clean, and I looked up at him, waiting for approval. He nodded his head, so I wiped my face, licking the sticky white mess off myself. All of a sudden, I felt it. I was really, really turned on. I had been without orgasm for more than a week, something I don’t think I’ve done in a very, very long time. I ground my thighs together, trying to suppress the feeling, but I was overcome by burning need between my legs. I looked up at David, hoping he could see the desperate desire that my eyes held.

He looked back down at me, smiling smugly. I wasn’t sure how puppies told their masters they were in heat, but I whimpered, and then bent down, kissing and licking his still exposed thighs. I knew he could tell what I wanted, but it was just a matter if would give it to me or not. He seemed amused with my display of lust, affection, or whatever. I was feeling a breaking point coming, I needed attention, and I needed it bad. I felt so out of control, and I couldn’t help myself.

Suddenly I snapped. I stood up on my knees, grabbed his arm and shoulder, and spoke,

“Please David! I can’t take it anymore! I NEED it! Please! Please!”

I thought he would enjoy or at least appreciate my desperation, but as soon as I realized what I said, I clapped my hands to my mouth, and I saw him turn angry. With a firm shove, he pushed me off the couch, and I landed on the floor. As I turned bursa escort to stand on all fours, I felt his arm wrap underneath me, and much to my surprise, he picked me up roughly, with one arm, carried me, and threw me toward the cage. I fought him this time, that was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn’t go back inside. I wasn’t much of a struggle, he pinned my arms, and scooted me forward, and slammed the door shut behind me before I could even turn around.

I grabbed the thin bars, looking at him, but he just stared at me.

“I’m impressed pet,” he said angrily, “You managed to break just about every rule you have in one moment. You obviously aren’t taking this seriously, but I assure you I am.”

I listened to his words, but I didn’t even care, all I could think about was stimulating my pussy. Not very slowly, both my hands slipped between my legs, and I furiously started rubbing and fingering myself, desperate to cum.

David was shocked, and he slammed his hands on the bars, rattling the whole cage.

“NO, Brooke! Bad girl! NO! I said stop!”

I felt pitiful, but there was nothing that I could do to stop myself, I needed release, and I needed it now. David stormed away, I kept busy, and I knew I didn’t need much. Even after the short minute I had, I could feel a build start in my pussy. David had returned, although I paid him almost no attention, that is, until the door was flung open, and he grabbed both my arms. He pulled them hard, finally grabbing my wrists. I writhed, uselessly trying to pull them back to continue to pleasure myself. He cuffed one wrist, wrapped the chain around a ceiling bar, the cuffed the other. He closed the door again, and I was in misery. I had been approaching orgasm, but now I couldn’t touch myself.

He wasn’t finished; he must have been worried I would contort myself somehow. With two more pairs of cuffs, he secured my ankles to the sides, rendering me almost entirely immobile. I was dying, I couldn’t believe my own body, but I was in physical pain from the ache in my vagina. I did anything I could, I tried to press up against the back, I tried to press my legs together and rub, I even tried rolling over, but while cuffed, I just ended up hurting myself.

David had gotten something to drink, pulled up a chair, and just stared at me. I felt like such an uncontrolled slut, but I wanted to cum so badly. I would’ve given my hand to climax at that moment. I think he was getting something out of watching me struggle helplessly in my restraints, but I couldn’t process anything else, I just needed someone, or something, to do anything to me. But I was forced to endure, and it was clear: this was punishment for disobeying.

In my mind, this was worse than any pain he had caused me, and it was the absence of contact that really hurt. A spank, a whip, even worse would have been welcome, just as long as I was touched. Good lord, I could feel the juice leak out of me, sliding slowly down my leg. I tried thrash, get loose or free somehow, until it started to hurt. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but he disinterestedly glanced back, and paid no mind.

After an eternity, I could finally feel myself coming down. For some reason, I still felt a little pain inside, but my arousal was definitely dropping. I slumped, and hung my head. Shame welled up inside me like a spring; I had never been so humiliated. And the worst part was that it wasn’t David, it was my own self, that made me feel this way, pathetically writhing and squirming, desperate to fulfill my primal urges. I had no self control, I even remember wanting to stop myself, but I was lost in a lust-crazed stupor.

I cried softly, ashamed and embarrassed. I shut my eyes, trying to hold in the tears, but they still slid down my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed, but David had come over, softly, he raised my arms, and undid the cuffs on my wrists. My arms fell to my sides, I felt fatigued and weak. The cuffs come off my ankles too, and I was free to move around at least a little, but I just sat in the same position.

David watched me, and after a while longer, he opened the door to my cage. He didn’t grab my leash, but instead opened his bedroom door, and called me to follow him. A few seconds later, I was slowly trudging in, on all fours, but I felt sore. I hoped he wasn’t going to hit me again, but he spoke gently to me,

“Normally I would punish you for how much you’ve disobeyed this morning, but I think the last hour was punishment enough.”

I took a sigh of relief. I don’t know how much more I could handle. I had been a wreck for the past day, and I was going to take any compassion when I found it, even if unexpected.

“You have a couple hours, get some more sleep, pet.” He motioned for me to come up on the bed. “This is not a reward, I expect you to be rested and happy when I wake you.”

As I crawled up, he drew back a blanket; I curled and rested my head on the pillow, and was covered as he tucked the blanket in around me. He was right: I was exhausted, even though I’d barely moved anywhere so far today. I guess between emotional stress, a bad night’s sleep, and being forced to let my arousal subside, I was pretty beat. David drew the curtains, and turned to leave the room.

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(This is an actual sequel to the fictional story off a ‘Hot Summer Night’ which is another story I posted a few weeks ago. Like ‘Hot Summer Night’ it’s totally based on fiction. My friend and I in these stories actually have had several sexual experiences with each other when we were young but was only limited to what we call in today’s vernacular ‘Bro Jobs’. Truth is, we have not seen each other since we were in our late 20’s and we’re both now in our early 40’s. For the gay and bi- curious community I thought I would do what I could to tweak your imaginations).

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It’s been a good ten years since we’ve seen each other. We were childhood best friends and must have somehow lost touch for whatever reason. I was quite surprised when I ran into him at a gas station 30 miles away from where I live. We exchanged phone numbers and planned on a night when the two of us can hang out and catch up.

About a week later he called me out of the clear blue and was wondering what I had planned for the weekend. The timing probably couldn’t have been better since my girlfriend was going out of town to visit her mother down south and his wife was away on business for two weeks. I told him that we could start at my place, have a couple drinks and then head out on the town that Friday night.

Friday came and he actually called me earlier that morning and we planned a get together for around a 4pm earlier start. I suppose both of us were kind of bored with our ladies not being around and everything. Besides we had a lot of catching up to do. We were childhood best friends and as life went on we just sort of fell out and away from each other.

When Friday came he showed up on time with a case of beer. It was hot outside. It was the dog days of Summer but my living room in my third floor apartment was sufficiently enough cooled by my brand new air conditioner I put in.

We sat down on the couch and cracked open a cold one and had a few others close by for backup. The rest of the beer went into the fridge and I pulled out some whiskey to do some celebratory shots. Some things never changed between the two of us. We know how to drink. Putting down the equivalent of a six pack and about 5 shots of Whiskey in a matter of an hour, we were feeling pretty damn good. Laughing and joking about the things we got ourselves into when we were younger and all the stupid choices we made with the women in our lives prior to now.

I then began to show him my smart TV and a special program I had where I can get any movie or TV program I wanted at no cost with an internet connection. He was pretty fascinated by this and then he began to inquire about porn channels.

“Mike, does this thing have porn on it?” he asked me as I sat there flipping through the features.

“Anything I want Tom. It’s all here” I told him.

“Put on some porn dude, the ladies are gone so nobody has to know” he told me.

“Sure why not?” I said back.

I put on a flick where it was a ‘MILF fucks her stepson’ theme and things suddenly grew quiet.

As we sat back watching and putting down another cold one I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his shorts as I was trying to not make it obvious that I too had a tall stiffy going on. This kind of thing in no way should make us feel uncomfortable or weird around each other, when we were in our late teens we ‘Experimented’ sexually with each other for a short period of time.

“Dude, I’m hard as a rock” he told me looking görükle escort over at my bulge.

“How can you not be!” I said back to him.

“Hey, remember when we were younger? Well I hope you don’t feel uncomfortable with it but I think I’m going to take off my shorts and stroke it a bit” He said cutting right to the chase.

“How can I forget, yeah go ahead it don’t bother me, I think I’ll join you” I said back as I lowered my shorts to reveal my thick sweaty hard on.

The two of us were now naked from the waist down and touching ourselves. We gently stroked our shafts with one finger, sliding up and down as we continued to watch this hot MILF plow this lucky younger guy.

As we sat there next to each other stroking our cocks he looked over at me and I could almost predict what he was going to say before he even said it.

“Mike, want to jerk each other off? I do you, you do me?” he asked.

“Um, sure I guess, why not?” I replied as I watched his hand creep slowly towards my cock.

It’s been probably at least 20 years since we’ve fooled around with each other. Always doing it just for the sake of doing it and not because the two of us ever had any sort of romantic thing between us.

His sweaty hand moved slowly up and down my cock with a twisting type motion. I reached over and began to stroke his. His sweaty cock felt very different. The only other cock I’ve ever touched in my entire life was his. It seemed a bit thicker since the last time I touched it and about an inch longer.

“Damn Mike, you cock got really big! Your girl must be happy” he said to me as he continued to jerk me off.

“Yours too man! I guess a lot can happen over the course of 20 years” I said.

We continued to stroke each other as we continued to watch the porn flick. We both started letting out soft moans and grunts. Was this going to lead to more of what we did years ago? I mean he’s been married for a while now and I’ve been with my girl for quite some time. Are we willing to revisit the past in full?

“Hey dude, want to take it to your bedroom? I think we should finish each other off in other ways if you know what I mean, our cocks are getting pretty dry just sitting here touching each other”. He said to me.

“Uh, sure” I said with a bit of hesitation in my voice.

“Don’t worry, nobody has to know, it’s not some gay thing, you of all people should know, it’s not like we’ve never done this kind of thing with each other” he said to assure me. “If anything, let’s do it for old times sake, I mean c’mon we’re both horny as fuck’.

I didn’t argue with him and thought that one last time between us would be no big deal.

We then walked to my bedroom and laid side by side on my queen bed. He reached over to me then moved to kneel between my legs. I let him stroke my cock for a short while before I watched him take it entirely in his mouth.

“Oh man! Wow I can’t believe we’re doing this again, after all these years” I said to him as I saw him smile at me while he worked my shaft with his tongue. He was getting my cock very wet with his spit. It was feeling really good.

“Wow, you haven’t cum yet” he said to me remembering when I would explode almost immediately when he used to suck me off when we were younger.

“I’ve had a little bit of practice” I said jokingly back to him. Unlike last time, I let him work it hard. Really hard. There were times I felt like I was going bursa escort bayan to explode in his mouth but I’ve learned such good control I was able to hold back.

About 5 minutes of blowing me he stopped. My cock was wet and succulent. His was sweaty and throbbing. He then took the shaft of his cock and placed it on top of mine and began to thrust back and forth. We were cock fucking each other! The feeling was pretty intense.

I then sat up and had him lay on his back so I could position myself between his spread legs. I then wasted no time and engulfed his 7 inch throbbing thick, sweaty cock. It felt weird putting his cock in my mouth after all these years, especially since I originally thought that we would never do this kind of thing again. I felt it throb inside my mouth. A few times I thought he was going to explode but he managed to hold on.

I continued to suck him as I allowed my left hand slide up and down his rock hard cock, I made extra sure to apply more of my saliva to make sure he was going to get a really good blow job. I sucked and stroked him over and over again.

“Oh man! I think…I think…yes I’m going to cum” He shouted as I was now bobbing my head up and down really fast.

I then felt his cock throb really hard suddenly and let him bust his nut in my mouth. I really am not big on taking in another man’s goo in my mouth but I didn’t want a mess to be made. I made sure I swallowed every bit and sapped up the spillage l left over on the outside. I didn’t stop sucking and he began to moan uncontrollably as I continued working his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore. I knew that the feeling is ten times more intense if the cock continues to be stimulated after ejaculating.

“Oh shit!” he said as he laid there breathing really heavy holding his cock. “I so needed that dude, my girl hasn’t done that to me in ages, she don’t like sucking cock” he told me with a smile on his face.

“Damn that sucks! My woman tells me she loves sucking cock, to the point where it gets her really wet!” I said.

“Well, I think that performance deserves a reward..It’s time I finish you off” he said to me as he climbed back to between my legs and he began to work my cock again with his mouth.

“Dude, got any lube?” he asked me.

“Yeah, there’s some in the night stand, my woman keeps a tube in there” I told him. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed the lube and a condom.

“Dude, what’s the condom for?” I asked him. In the past we never fucked each other in the ass. I never would allow it. I thought it was too gay.

“I want to try something…just go with it” he told me.

I know I probably should have said something because I am just not comfortable with what I knew he was about to do but for some reason I said nothing to him and let him get his way with me.

He lubed up my cock and balls really good before sticking his finger in my asshole to make sure that it was good,wet and slimy. He then put on the condom he found and coated that with more lube. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that he was considerate enough to make sure that when he slid it in it would go in easy.

He then lifted up my legs and I felt all 7 inches penetrate my asshole. It felt very awkward for a second or two. But there was so much lubrication, his thrusting went smoothly.

“Dude, I don’t care if you’re wearing a condom, don’t bust one in my ass” I said to him nervously.

“Ok” bursa escort he said to me.

After fucking me missionary style he then rolled me over on my hands and knees and did me from behind. In a weird sort of way, but in a different way, his cock penetrating me felt good. He was always adding more lube to the mix as this went on making sure it was a good slide.

“Turn on your side” he ordered.

I then turned on my side and he began to fuck me sideways. All the while he was stroking my cock at the same time. Then, suddenly out of nowhere I felt like I was going to explode due to the fact he was jacking me so fast.

“Dude I’m going to blow my load” I said to him in a staggering voice.

“Get on your knees” he said.

I then got on my knees and he opened his mouth. He allowed me to bust my nut all over his face and in his mouth. He wiped the cum off his face with his fingers and sucked it all off one finger at a time.

The two of us just laid there on our backs breathless.

“Wow I can’t believe we just did that” he said to me. “How did it feel? Did it feel weird?” he asked.

“Sort of” I said to him. “It was a very unusual sensation but it felt ok” I explained.

“Do you fuck your woman in the ass?” He asked.

“She loves anal dude, I quite honestly never understood how anyone can like it” I said.

“Did you like it?” He asked back.

“It was alright, a very different sensation” I told him.

“Would you do it again?” he continued to probe me.

“Dude, I’m not in the habit of letting guys fuck me in the ass, I guess I’d only trust you but no one else” I said to him.

Looking at the time I was a bit startled that it was getting late. The two of us were planning on heading out on the town for the night to do some bar hopping. We decided that we would take a shower together to speed up time for we had an Uber coming in about an hour. Stuff we did all the time when we were kids.

In the shower our cocks accidentally hit each other as they got stiff again. Going with it, we lathered and washed each other’s cocks. Then something came over me.

I turned him around and told him to lean his hands up against the wall. I lathered him up really good with as much soap as I could. I made sure his entire ass, asshole and crotch was foamy. Then out of plain curiosity I slowly slid my cock in his asshole. He let out a loud moan.

“Holy shit!” he said stammering. “That feels good! Fuck that asshole!” he said as I moved my thrusts faster and faster.

I was also jerking him off as I continued my thrusts. About to bust my nut inside him, I pulled out and began stroking myself. He turned around stroking himself. The soap was now entirely off our bodies.

“Put it in my mouth!” he said as he got down on his knees. Right as I was about to explode he took my cock in his mouth for the last time and I shot my load to the back of his throat. He swallowed every bit of it.

He then stood up and I got on my knees and began jerking him off as he busted his nut all over my face. We both were moaning softly. By this time we were both rinsed off of all soap from the shower.

Getting out of the shower we dried ourselves off, got dressed and headed out the door to wait for our Uber.

He spent the entire weekend at my place. We hit the bars and drank a lot. It felt like we were in our 20’s again. We watched all kind of porn on my TV and got each other off a few more times that weekend but we didn’t fuck each others ass again. We both made it very clear that we were sworn to secrecy about our sexual experiences we had with each other. We took things further than ever before. It was our last time. I guess things never really do change.

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Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 06

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Blonde

I’m sure you’ve heard the old saying, “Never assume. Because when you ASSUME, you can make an ASS out of U and ME.” Get it, break down the word assume, you get ASS, U, ME…ahh, you get it.

When my parents walked into their bedroom, and found me caught in a sandwich between a gorgeous woman and her even more gorgeous daughter, and asked the reasonable question “What the fuck is going on here?”, I assumed the question was directed at me. It was not. I learned that a second later when Julia blurted, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I’m so, so sorry!” She scuttled back and the dildo popped out of my ass, making me whinny with relief.

My parents’ eyes stayed locked on Julia. I can barely describe my mother’s face, it was a mask of rage, cruelty, and an odd sort of delight. She looked like a tigress who once swore off human meat but had just taken a big bite out of a fleeing native. She liked the taste, and she wanted more.

“I have to congratulate you, Julia,” my mother said as she walked over to the bed, where I still lay coupled with Bridget. “You waited 18 years to get revenge on me. I admire you patience. And your ruthlessness, in choosing my only child as the vehicle for you vengeance.”

Julia was backed against the far wall, eyes wide with terror. Bridget didn’t look much better, and, to tell you the truth, I was scared shitless myself. This was my mommy?

“I didn’t know he was your son! I would never have dreamed of taking liberties with him if I knew that!”

“Liberties like fucking him up the ass?”

“I’m sorry!” Julia sobbed, tears welling in her eyes. “Elaine never told me!”

“Elaine didn’t tell you,” my mother mocked. “As if you hadn’t planned this moment for years. You planned this so I would find you abusing my child, so I would have to re-establish my presence in your life. Isn’t that true?”

“No, I swear!”

My mother’s face visibly reddened. “You don’t wish me back in your life? You dare show that kind of insolence?”

Julia fell to her knees. “Please, Mistress, please, I beg you.”

I was watching this with my mouth hanging open, but no one could tell because of the mask. Mom came over and put her hands on my hips. She eased me back, disengaging me from the petrified Bridget. She unzipped the mask and pulled it off. The fresh air was cool and delicious and I took several deep breaths.

“Are you all right, honey?” Mom asked.

“I think so.”

“Good, good.” She pushed some matted hair off my forehead. “Take the girl in the bathroom and clean yourselves up. Because right now your father and I are going to teach this CUNT…” my mother screamed that last word, making Julia cower like a dog, “that no one fucks with my child and gets away with it.”

“No, please!” Julia moaned, but my mother was implacable. Mom said, “Get on the bed! On your hands and knees!” Already my father was taking off his shirt, a big grin on his face. “It’s been a long, long time, Julia.”

I put my arm around Bridget and led her to the bathroom. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, it was like she’d seen something horrible, which, of course, she had. Those blue eyes finally centered on me. “Danny?”

I nodded. “I go to school with you. We’re in the same math class. Are you OK?”

She shook her head and started crying. “They’re going to hurt my mommy.”

“No, no, it’s just a game they play. They pretend to be mad, but they really aren’t.”

“My mother hurt you, didn’t she? She wasn’t kidding. She wanted to hurt you.”

I put my arms around her. “I won’t let my parents hurt her, I promise. Come on, lets get cleaned up and this will all be over soon enough.”

Bridget stepped in the shower to cleanse the semen running down her thighs, and when she was done I did the same, carefully washing my aching anus with lots of hot, sudsy water. It only took us a few minutes, and I gently toweled dry Bridget’s relentlessly sexy body. I became erect again and she put her hands on me, caressing my entire length.

“What are you DOING?” I gasped.

“You made me feel so good,” she said, and then she went down görükle escort on her knees and sucked the head of my penis into her mouth.

“Ho…holy shit.” Even though I’d had a huge orgasm just a few minutes ago my erection took wing. She bobbed her head up and down, taking a few inches of my length into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave me head, and I felt her slick tongue orbit the head of my dick.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. She drew her lips away and stood up. “I can see why you like doing that so much. It does feel good in my mouth.” She knelt and started sucking AGAIN.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I moaned. She stopped, and I quickly said, “I can tell you when I’m about to come, if you don’t want to swallow it.”

She stood again. “I do want to swallow it.” She kept touching me, caressing me with her fingers. “I liked it, when you were fucking me. I never thought I would ever do it with someone like you, but it was really nice.”

I decided to just accept the compliment and not ask what she meant by “someone like you”. That’s when we heard the long, agonized moan. “Uhhhhh, yes!”

“They’re hurting her!” Bridget looked at me with those big blue eyes and said, “Please, help her!”

I opened the door. The scene was something out of a nightmare. Julia was caught in a sandwich made of my mother and father, both of whom were fucking her brains out with grim determination. Julia was impaled on my father, who lay on his back with an imperious smile on his lips. I could see now where my endowment came from, ’cause Dad had a donkey-dick too. And he was giving Julia every inch of his big tool.

My mother squatted over Julia’s rear and was cornholing her with a strap-on of her own. Mom’s jaw was set and with every thrust her nose crinkled and her eyes narrowed with the effort. Julia had a crazed, disturbing smile on face, her mouth hung open and she licked her lips. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am. Oh God, I missed this so much! Please, please, I’m a filthy little slut! Fuck me!”

I don’t know who was more horrified, me or Bridget. But when Mom said, “Honey, get the lube off the table and come over here,” I took the lead.

“Uh, why?”

“Because I’ve gotten this bitch’s ass nice and open for you. Come here.”

“Uh…”

“Danny,” my mother said, not missing a stroke, “come HERE!”

I leapt on the bed. My mother pulled out of Julia and filled her hand with lubricant. She smeared it all over my erection. Having my mother, my MOTHER, touching my penis convinced me that the world outside this room no longer existed and we all were deep in the Twilight Zone.

She guided me to Julia’s gaping asshole. “No, please, he’s too big!” Julia cried, but she had that insane grin on and she wasn’t struggling too hard to get away.

“Danny!” Bridget cried. “Don’t hurt her, please!”

“It’s OK, honey,” Julia groaned.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s OK or not, bitch!” my mother said, slapping Julia’s smooth, rounded cheek. Mom got me into position and stuffed the big plum of my cockhead into her rectum. It was so unbelievably tight that I was reluctant to thrust, afraid that I would tear her apart. But Mom put pressure on the small of my back and I slowly, slowly, penetrated her ass.

“Oh, God, my belly’s full of cock!” Julia gritted her teeth as my dad and I double-shafted her. Her rectum was tighter than a fist gripping my dick, I sawed in and out of her slowly but balls-deep. My father fucked Julia like a jackhammer, spearing her over and over again while squeezing and sucking on Julia’s tits.

“Come here,” Mom said to Bridget. “Come here, don’t be afraid.”

“No!”

“Uhh, oh, honey, uhhh! Do whatever she says. Obey her.”

“Mommy!” Bridget sobbed.

“Come here!” Mom barked, and Bridget complied. She moved close in behind me. “Touch him. Touch his ass, and his balls, and his chest.”

“Why?”

“Because if you do, it’ll make Danny come faster. And the faster he comes, the sooner his cock bursa escort bayan will be out of your mother’s ass.”

“Oh, honey, do it, help him come, please!” Julia groaned. “Much more of him and I won’t be able to walk!”

I felt Bridget’s hands exploring my body, her fingernails glided across my back and my buttocks. She filled her hand with my dangling balls and nibbled on my earlobe. “Please, come, come and stop hurting my mommy.” She gently kneaded my testicles and reached around to caress my tummy and her breasts flattened against my back and it was like a switch flipped on inside me. “Oh, Bridget, Julia, Mom, oh, oh, yes!”

“Don’t come in her!” Mom barked. “All over her back!”

I extricated myself from Julia’s ass and ejaculated all over Julia’s tan skin. “Scoop it up and feed it to her,” Mom told Bridget. She filled her fingers with my semen and brought it to Julia’s lips. Her mother grabbed her hand and greedily sucked my come off her daughter’s fingers.

“Ooh, baby, yeah!” my father said. I looked down and my Mom’s head was under Julia’s ass. She was licking my father’s balls and playing with his ass and he obviously loved it. He started thrusting faster and faster and faster, and he said, “Now, baby, now!” My mother pulled his cock free from Julia’s pussy and capped his cock with her mouth. “Awww, yeah!” he moaned as he came in my mother’s mouth. Her throat clenched and relaxed as she swallowed down his load.

Mom got off the bed. “Now get out of my house. Don’t ever presume to come here again without permission.” Julia and Bridget got dressed, and I tried to guess what was going on in my classmate’s pretty head. I couldn’t believe my own hadn’t exploded by now. Bridget gave me a long, searching look before she and her mother headed for the door.

My naked parents led them downstairs, and I heard my mother say, “We’ll continue your re-education at Elaine’s next party.”

“Yes, mistress.” Julia said, her meek tone still so odd and inappropriate. I heard the door slam, and they were gone.

The house was very, very quiet.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I didn’t want to believe it. My mother had touched me…there. She was also, obviously, the woman Elaine had referred to several times, the one who had so dominated Julia all those years ago.

I’d had sex with Bridget Landau. I’d taken her virginity. That beggared belief. I was still too shaken to be comprehend that, either.

On the plus side, I probably didn’t have to worry about Julia torturing me anymore. That was a huge relief. But compared to all the other stuff that just happened…

I waited for my mom and dad to come upstairs. They didn’t. I didn’t want them to. I didn’t want to see them because I had no idea what to say to them. I didn’t know what they might say to me. I’d seen a side of my mother and father that no son should ever see. Ever.

I put on shorts and a T-shirt. I could hear my folks talking in whispers downstairs, but I couldn’t make out the words. It was getting on nine o’clock, maybe we’d all just sleep on it.

Then I heard loud clumping footsteps coming up the stairs. Dad. I steeled myself for the coming ordeal.

He was wearing a collared shirt and shorts he must have gotten out of the laundry room. “Hey, buddy! Wanna go hit some golf balls?”

I mustn’t have heard him right. “Hit…golf balls?”

“Yeah! Go to the driving range, hit a bucket or two?”

Either I was on drugs, or my dad was. I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure. Hit some golf balls. Sure.”

We got our clubs out of the garage and went to the car, my mother nowhere in sight. There was a lighted driving range a few minutes from my house and that’s where we went. It was fairly crowded, but we found two adjacent spots and teed up. My dad hit his first drive 260 yards dead solid perfect. I hit a worm-burner.

My father was whistling a chipper tune but hadn’t said a word, so I broke the ice. “You and Mom came back from dinner early.”

“Yeah, the place Elaine recommended only serves take-out. We didn’t know bursa escort that, so we got our stuff and we were going to go to Elaine’s. But she said she wasn’t feeling too well, so we came home. We’ll eat when we’re done, we got Szechuan Beef, General Tso’s Chicken, some grilled shrimp, egg rolls, the works.”

So that explained that. Elaine had, in the end, found a way to save me. I’d have to make it up to her.

Dad hit another perfect drive, I shanked one to the right. He kept whistling. I didn’t have the guts to say anything else.

Then my dad said quietly, “I guess we’ve had a pretty strange night, huh?”

“Yeah, it was pretty strange.”

“You’re mother told me that you’ve been visiting Elaine.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that’s where you met Julia.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your mother and I…we used to know Julia.”

“So I gathered.”

He laughed. “I guess you figured that out.” Then he turned serious. “What happened today…I want you to know we’re not mad at you.”

“OK…”

“And we don’t want you to be mad at us.”

“I’m not.”

“Because you saw some things, and did some things, that children and their parents don’t normally, um, do together.”

I thought back to my mother grabbing my lubricated erection and shoving it in Julia’s ass. I dubbed my drive and it went ten feet. “Uh-huh.”

Dad bombed yet another perfect drive. “We don’t want you to think that will ever happen again. We’ll respect your privacy, and you’ll respect ours.”

I let out a long breath. “That seems like a good idea.”

“Yeah.” Dad said. He crushed another drive. “Um, you’re mother told me that she found you, well, sucking yourself off.”

“I thought we were going to respect each other’s privacy!”

His back was to me, and he laughed. “We will! I just want you to know, well, I used to be able to do that too. You’re not some sicko.” He blasted another drive. “Sometimes I miss it, actually,” he said, weirdly wistful. “Haven’t been able to do that since you were born, actually. But girls are a lot more fun. Well, you’ve already learned that with Elaine.”

“Yeah, I have.”

“Good.” I concentrated on my swing and hit my first decent drive. Dad said, “Julia’s daughter is really pretty. You should ask her out.”

Ask her out? I just deflowered her. God, what was I going to say to Bridget? “She wouldn’t be interested in me. She’s a bitch, anyway.”

“Your mother and I could arrange it so she definitely goes out with you.”

“No! No way. Leave her alone.”

“OK, OK.”

We hit in silence for a few more minutes, until our buckets were empty. I watched my dad hit one last monotonous bomb, and I teed up my last ball.

“You know,” my dad said with a pleasant smile, “it would probably be just as well if we never mentioned what happened tonight ever again. Everything that happened, everything we talked about. Probably be better for everyone. Don’t you think?”

For the first time I looked him dead in the eye. I couldn’t help smiling back. “I think that’s an excellent idea.” I stepped over the ball, gave a waggle, and crushed my drive nearly 250 yards. The best drive I ever hit.

“Great shot,” Dad said. “You’re getting used to using your hips.”

“Thanks.” We took our buckets back to the clubhouse and headed back to the car.

I know, I know, it’s not exactly an episode of “The Wonder Years”. But as we drove back home, I realized I’d learned something. You have to learn to forgive your parents, for the mistakes they’ve made, for the fact that sometimes they are, well, really strange people. And you have to learn that sometimes the best way to accomplish this is to make a concentrated effort to ignore things they’ve said and done, I mean really block it out, shove it so deep inside you that it would take a battery of psychiatrists ten years to root it all out.

We drove home, and Mom had dinner waiting for us, big steaming bowls of rice and spicy beef and sauce-laden chicken. “How did you do?” Mom said, June Cleaver herself.

“Dad was great as usual,” I said. “I hit a few pretty good at the end.”

“He sure did!” Dad said. The tension visibly ebbed from Mom’s face. Everything was back to normal, the past would be vigorously forgotten. “Well then, let’s eat!” And that’s what we did, we sat down as a family and had a really good meal, together.

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Decisions Ch. 03

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Babes

Chapter 03: Emily and I “Get Serious” and Complications Grow

Friday, I caught the American Airlines flight for LaGuardia but had to change plans in Chicago. Every airport was a mob scene and I wondered about my sanity as well as that of the thousands of people I saw doing what I was doing. When the flight was taxiing into the terminal at LGA I tried to call Emily but all I got was her answering service. I left a brief message that I was back in the City and I’d call her later or she could call my cell; I left the number.

I was just coming through airport security when I saw Emily scanning the arriving passengers. She saw me and lit up like a Christmas tree. “DAVID,” she screamed and started to run to me. I think everyone was turning to look at me but by then she was wrapped around me and kissing me wildly. I swung her around.

“What are you doing here? You are a delight.”

“Well, I figured out which flight you should be on and I have a surprise I hope you’ll like,” Emily said enthusiastically. She added, “I mean besides me being here. I’m so glad I found you. I was afraid you might have taken another flight. I’ve got to get my cell phone fixed.”

Emily led me out of the building to short-term parking. She explained, “I have a car for the weekend and we’re going to take a little trip. Hopefully we’ll get to where we’re going before the sun goes down;” she glanced up at the evening sky.

I told her, “I’m yours for the weekend. I don’t have to go back to Kansas City until Tuesday morning.”

We tossed my bags in the back of her rental car. I saw she had a suitcase there too. I’d already figured we were going someplace other than the City and now I was sure of it.

Emily wheeled out of the airport making smooth changes from one parkway to another and then we were headed east on the Long Island Expressway. Fortunately traffic wasn’t too bad. She turned off about twenty miles later and drove through Oyster Bay and then that town was behind us and we were headed for Bayville. Emily stopped at one point and we picked up a few groceries, a jug of wine, and some Italian sub sandwiches. I’d been here once before but never gone further than Bayville.

Emily passed through some large stone gates on Center Island Road. The homes that we could see were suddenly palatial. She said to me, “Look for Harbor Drive. It’ll be on the right.” A few minutes later we both saw the sign at the same time. She turned in the tree-lined street and drove a short distance to the end. She then pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two-story house with a hip roof. She parked in front and announced enthusiastically, “We’re here!”

“I’m impressed, but where’s here?” I asked.

“We’re house sitting for the weekend. Well, actually we’re mooching. This house belongs to a friend’s parents and they’re in Europe for a month. When I told her about you — us, she offered us the place for the weekend — she’s off with her guy for the weekend somewhere else. I’ve never been here either yet I already love it. Can’t you imagine living out here?” I nodded appreciating the implication that “living here” implied our being together — for a long time in the future.

We got out of the car and Emily produced a set of keys and opened the front door to the lavish but tastefully decorated home. The interior of the house opened to a large deck at the back of the house that faced west. The sun had set but the clouds surrounding the sunset were bright and orangey with streaks of gray. We both gravitated through the house and into the backyard; we walked down to the water’s edge. We kicked our shoes off and waded into the waters of Long Island Sound. I wrapped my arms around Emily and we just stood nuzzling one another in the knee deep water. My heart was beating fast again; I was in love.

As darkness overtook us we unloaded the car and learned about the rest of the house. We ended up eating our informal dinner on the back deck. I was amazed at how few insects there were. Emily sat right next to me; she said she had to have part of her touching me to be happy. I was happy with that too. Eventually, I put my arm around her and pulled her too me as the last light faded completely from the sky.

“Make love to me now,” Emily said. “Out here. Here on the deck.” She pulled me over to a chaise just barely large enough for the two of us, shedding her clothing along the way. I liked that idea and lost the rest of my clothes too. The two of us cuddled into one another, showering kisses on each other. Then there was a lot of tongue action and mouth action. Emily hardened me up, her sexy body dimly illuminated from a few lights deep in the house. Then I brought Emily into the game with a long cunnilingus session that she appeared to relish as she got on the step of having orgasm after orgasm.

We finally coupled, Emily mounting my prone form and skewering herself on my rigid pole until there was no further joining that we could think to do. We became as görükle escort one for a few minutes. We rotated together for a long time, approaching heaven’s doorway then backing away. Actually, Emily came a couple of more times as she helped me hold off. Then we mutually decided to end this round of our lovemaking and I blasted my cum into her body as she experienced her pleasure seizure over me.

Emily collapsed atop me, her generous breasts brushing her rigid nipples into my chest. The air had a chill to that fueled their erectness. I used my hands to stroke her as she rose and kissed me some more. We just couldn’t get enough of each other.

Eventually we gathered our clothes and went inside, turning off the lights and locking the doors, as we migrated to the guest room Emily had chosen for us. We made love again then slipped into slumber land locked together.

*****

Emily and I made love first thing the next morning. There was a lot of staring into each other faces searching for feelings, emotions and words that made us grow ever closer to one another.

The house had a swimming pool and we found the water temperature bracing but acceptable, so we went skinny-dipping. As we swam we often just held each other as we treaded water and held each other, usually kissing or cooing at each other. Emily’s body was so easy on the eyes that I often had a hard time looking her in the face; instead in my perpetual state of horniness I confessed that she just kept turning me on and cranking me up higher and higher up the sexually aroused scale. Emily said, “Good,” and massaged my semi-flaccid penis some more.

We got out, dried off and Emily resisted my advance to make love again on the outdoor chaise. “We’ve got things to do and places to go,” she said. We dressed and drove into Bayville where we found a shore side restaurant where we could have brunch. We sat and talked … and talked.

“What’s your philosophy about marriage?” she asked. If any other woman had asked me that question I would have run as fast as I could in the opposite direction; coming from Emily I only hoped my response to her question was adequate.

I started, “Well, I’m waiting for the right woman to come along — if she hasn’t already;” I looked deep into Emily’s eyes and held her hands across the table with my own. I went on, “I want kids too but I don’t want a dependent wife. I want a relationship — a deep one — with an equal not a subservient ‘little woman.’

“I think two people who are really in love should be committed to each other’s growth and development, even in areas they’re not interested in. Members of the relationship should have the flexibility to expand themselves as they see fit. I don’t want someone dependent on me for all their needs; I couldn’t do it and they’d tire of it in any case. A couple should be two independent, unique beings that share themselves rather than give themselves to each other. And they’ll keep other friends and develop new ones together and independently.”

I went on, “There are a lot of ‘standard’ roles people try to fit around a marriage — husband, father, lover, wife, mother, harlot, mistress, companion, friend, cook, housekeeper, babysitter, playmate, provider, supporter, and …” I took a deep breath, “I can’t think of any more right this second. But, I think they’re all rubbish and I want to start all over again with whomever I marry. I don’t want us to have fixed roles. How depressing to adopt a role and then try to fill it for the next twenty or forty or sixty years.”

Emily was nodding encouragingly and smiling at me, yet with a thoughtful expression on her face. Finally, she said, “You’ve thought so much more about this than I have. I just sort of accepted that you moved from the excitement of courtship into a marriage. I guess I never thought about what it was like once you get there.”

I ventured, “I have, in part I guess because I watched my older sister marry, have kids and then divorce. She tried to fill most the roles I mentioned and then figured out that she couldn’t fill them to her husband’s satisfaction. Bummer! He was doing the same thing. It was a house of cards. There was no flexibility in their marriage. It was rigid. More than that it wasn’t based on trust or sharing or even a lot of communication. It was based on trying to be good performers in the roles they had fixed in their minds. Her husband eventually had an affair and the house of cards tumbled down — no flexibility, no discussion about why, no self examination, no growth from the experience, just isolation, jealousy and then divorce.”

Emily leaned forward and asked, “Where do you start with something like all this? What would you do differently?”

“Well, the people in the relationship both need a strong sense of self. How can you give of yourself to another if you don’t know who you are? Then I think there has to be an open dialogue about expectations — not to lock them in but bursa escort bayan to be sure everyone is on the same page from day to day. I mentioned flexibility and communications. I can’t over emphasize the equality and independent identity each must maintain. Then there’s the sense of love without jealousy and the sharing of peak experiences — or just experiences with each other. To me THAT’s what marriage is all about.”

I added, “Just to emphasize, marriage is NOT about fixed roles, a static changeless framework, a closed sense of smothering togetherness, avoiding change, unequal status, conditional love, jealousy or possession of each other.” At that I took a deep breath and said, “WHEW! Probably more about marriage and relationships and philosophy than you wanted to know.”

“Oh no,” Emily said promptly, “Exactly what I wanted to know.” She came around the table and kissed me. Several other patrons looked at us with smiles as she did this. I hugged her. She went back and sat down.

“What about you?” I asked. “Did any of what I said put you off? I haven’t asked, but I’d sure like to think of us as a couple beyond a couple that’s had a couple of fantastic and sexy weekends together.”

“Oh, David,” Emily said as she grasped my hands tighter in hers across the table. “Oh, yes! We’re a couple. I’m your girlfriend. You’re my boyfriend.” She had a tear in the corner of her eyes.

“Well,” I stated, “it’s probably easier to talk about all this stuff than to live it. The true test is in the doing.” I paused and said, “Come, let’s take a walk along the beach.”

After our walk we drove around the area and looked at the stately mansions. This was a ‘high net worth’ area of the world. I guessed that some of the homes cost in the vicinity of $20 million to build. The more modest home we were staying in probably would be in the $4 million range.

In mid afternoon we went back to ‘house sit.’ Since the entire yard was protected except from the large bay the home looked out on, we went skinny-dipping again. Eventually I sat Emily on a towel at the edge of the pool towards the shallow end and ate her pussy for a long time. She just put her arms behind her to hold herself partially erect, put her face up towards the sun with her eyes closed, and let little waves of orgasmic joy sweep through her over and over again. I think I brought her to a dozen small climaxes over the next hour.

Not that I tired of cunnilingus nor her occasional jets of girl juice onto my face, but I finally just wanted to be ‘in’ her. I rose up out of the water and together we stroked my cock to some state of quasi-readiness. Emily was dripping juices from her beautiful cunt so I slipped right into her on my first try. We held each other as I stroked into her body, getting harder and harder with each stroke.

We came together, Emily emitting another shot of her cum into where we were joined. It was an unusual cum for me in that it lasted a lot longer than usual. Instead of a wash of pleasure that was over in thirty second, my joy seemed to last for several minutes in an almost undulating sweep of orgasm that became more and more intense even though my jets of cum had long since stopped shooting from my cock into her pussy.

Emily slipped into the water with me and still joined together we floated towards the slightly deeper water. “Oh my God, you are so wonderful,” she told me as she kissed me. “Each time we make love, you take me higher and higher or to a new place I never knew existed.”

“Me too, Emily,” I looked deep into her eyes. “You know I’m falling in love with you don’t you?” I asked softly.

She nodded and said, “Me too. I love you.” We kissed tenderly and held each other as we floated in our little heaven.

*****

Monday morning as the elevator door opened on my floor I realized that I hadn’t seen Pam for an entire week. I hadn’t even talked with her. I’d had a brief and provocative e-mail exchange with her, more the type of thing to remind us that we were each alive although as was usual with Pam it was fraught with sexual overtones.

Pam saw me and gave a little squeal of delight; “Oh good you’re here. I need you down the hall right now!”

I knew that meant she wanted a quickie in the utility room off the stationery supply room. Somehow I thought I should avoid such a liaison given my new ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’ status with Emily. I had been thinking on and off all weekend how I would tell her about Emily or how to change our status. I was at a loss except for bluntness.

Pam set my briefcase beside my desk and started to lead me back out of my office. I balked and said, “Wait, Pam. Things have changed over the past week or two.”

She looked at me expectantly then as what I might be saying took root, her brow furrowed. “What’s changed?” she asked in a tone of voice that was just shy of confrontational.

“Well, eeerrrr,” I stammered, “I met someone interesting. I’m bursa escort … we’re … well … it might be … serious.” I looked at Pam for understanding. There was understanding there all right, but not the kind I was hoping for.

I watched the color rise in her face. She’d been holding onto my left hand and she suddenly dropped it, looking with almost disgust and the fact she had touched me.

She started, “And I’m … I’m … just … something you … you don’t care about!”

“No Pam, I do care about you. I even tried to get more serious with you a few months ago but, … well … you … you rebuffed me. You said you didn’t want things to change from our … our casual status.”

Pam had a huge sob then said, “Well I was wrong you shit. I do care about you and now you’ve fucked it all up with someone else.” With that she broke into tears and ran from my office towards the ladies room.

I suddenly felt like shit. I didn’t know that Pam had any feelings about me other than as a ‘fuck buddy.’ Was I that insensitive that I’d missed the signals she was sending? I took my suitcase into my office and tossed it in a corner then opened my laptop and sat at my desk and stared at my computer screen thinking of what I could do to rectify the situation with Pam. I certainly didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize my relationship with Emily.

Then my thoughts ran to Grace and Kim in Kansas City. Somehow I’d have to figure out how to return that situation to a purely professional one without jeopardizing the great bit of sales work I’d done there a week or so before. The two women were unbelievably horny and I felt my penis stir in my pants just thinking of the erotic threesomes we’d had for two nights the week before.

Finally, my boss came in and congratulated me face to face about selling the largest job in the company’s history. A flow of other people started to arrive too, some asking to be on one of the projects. By mid-morning I had a list of great names of potential project participants and was outlining the projects and staff. I still hadn’t seen Pam again since she went running off.

Finally I had an idea I thought might help Pam. I called a nearby florist and had a bouquet of flowers rushed to the office with a card that said, “Can’t we be friends?” Just before lunch I saw Pam return to her desk in the open area outside my office; she was carrying the flowers. I watched as she opened the card and read it. I was looking hopefully from my office door.

Pam re-read the card then looked at me. She yelled at me, almost at the top of her voice, “NO!” and stomped off down the hall towards the ladies room again.

An hour went by and I didn’t see Pam and the flowers just sat on her desk, unloved and unattended to. I didn’t know what to do.

I met with my boss and outlined the projects, my fee and expense estimates, and my initial staffing plans. He made some good suggestions and I was back finishing my tweaks when I looked up and saw Emily being escorted to my office by one of the receptionists. My mouth dropped open. Behind her I saw Pam standing about thirty feet away staring daggers at the Emily.

I smiled at Emily and went to greet her with a sweet buss to her cheek. I whispered something to her that I didn’t dare do anything more right at the moment. I guess she understood.

Emily said, “I know you’re leaving for the airport soon. I just thought if you were here I could see where you worked. I had to walk right past your building and it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Plus, I’ve always known that Russ worked here too.”

I showed her my office and my nice mid-town, lower floor view of the City teeming below us in mid-town Manhattan. We stood at the door to my office and I introduced her to a couple of the consultants and staff that worked in cubicle-ville just outside my office door. Senior consultants got offices, increasingly towards the corners of the building as you approached partnership. Corner offices went to partners.

Then my entire sense of well being disappeared. Pam was walking towards Emily and me with a determined step. I girded myself for what would happen next.

Pam walked up and introduced herself aggressively to Emily, “Hi, I’m Pam.” Nothing further was offered in the way of Pam.

I politely explained, “Emily, Pam. Pam, Emily. Pam is my project assistant — a person I would have trouble living without.” I’d tossed the last comment in, hoping I would calm the waters with her a little.

Pam looked at me for a second in disbelief then said to Emily, “Nice to meet you. She turned and almost ran towards the ladies room again. I think she was starting to cry again. Emily watched her depart with a neutral expression on her face.

Emily finally turned to me and asked, “What time do you have to leave?”

I jarred my thinking from the potentially embarrassing situation that had almost happened and back to what Emily was asking. “I’m here another hour then it’s off to LaGuardia.”

She smiled at me, “I’ll miss you — a lot!” She squeezed my hand. We chatted some more and I told her about the job in Kansas City more than I already had. Finally, she thought she should leave and get back to her work.

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Now panty-less, bra-less, your blouse is on, and your skirt hiked over your hips, your thigh highs and heels on… you are a vision of sexual desire, and I whisper in your ear that you are so fucking hot as I press my turgid flesh against your sweet ass reddened by repeated bad behavior. All the while you mentally want to glue the quarters to the back of your hands. You will never look at the table you are leaning on the same way ever again. You will start to get wet every time you enter this room as your mind runs over what I am doing to you and your body follows deep into your psyche.

I grab both breasts firmly and roll your nipples as I remind you of what a fucking slut you are and you are here for my use and pleasure… as I pull both nipples very hard twisting causing a painful bolt of lightning to your clit from both nipples. Doing it several more times pulling twisting as I kiss your neck which makes you want to cream… Your exposure, the taboo of playing in your office, the pain, eroticism and desire to be taken builds.

I whisper that you are my pet to be fucked, and played with as I so desire. I can do what I want with you including share you my sweet pet. The thought of your submission and lack of control makes your knees almost buckle.

I pull on each nipple really hard one after the other as I take one hand and run it up and down the crease of where your leg meets your very plump pussy lips with my middle finger running the slit of your now soaked pussy over your clit, the feeling is soft and nice and you want more. I can feel your pussy lips are filled and fat with desire and arousal. You clit is swollen… you want something or better me into your wetness to help relieve the growing desires and needs.

I take my fingers while playing with your nipples softly one then the other. At the same time my other hand is between your legs. My fingers sliding up and down between your legs your pussy is soaking wet as I allow my middle finger to run up and down your wet slit your clit is sensitive and you feel my fingers enter ever so slightly, barely, yet you gasp. You want my fingers in you so badly. I slowly run my fingers up and down. I go back and forth slowly softly. As I continue my movements you crave my fingers be deep in your pussy you need to feel something inside you. You need it, you want it, you desire it but alas it’s not happening.

I slowly take one finger and move it into your pussy softly slightly deeper and I started to slide back and forth as you feel it inside you. You gasp the as you feel it enter using my other hand I am playing with your nipples pulling twisting on them you want so badly to be görükle escort fucked. You want to just press your chest to the table raise your ass and be entered, but you know that won’t happen instead you would probably have your ass paddled harder. That would be very unfortunate at this very moment in time as your orgasm is slowly starting to build.

I then take my finger and move it a little deeper pressing against your G spot with my palm hard on your pubic mound you can feel the heat of my palm on your clit. Your nipples every time they are pulled tight by my other hand they shock your clit you and you become wetter as your climax builds. I started to move my finger in and out of your pussy slowly as use get acclimated to the feeling in your pussy, your breathing is heavier as you gasp. You feel my hard cock against your ass. You so badly want my hard cock deep in your ass or your pussy or your mouth or your hands anywhere as the excitement builds in your mind.

I start to finger fuck you slowly in and out and I move so that I can gain easier access to that wet hole of yours. As I slide my fingers in and out of you slowly each time I push in you let out a small gasp wanting more. I continue to finger fuck you little bit faster allowing a second finger to enter your pussy. I start to move it in and out each time pressing against your G spot my palm pressing against your clit. I whisper in your ears that you’re so fucking wet. You are mine. Body, mind and soul and a wet horny bitch willing to do anything as you are enjoying the sensations.

I continue with 2 fingers fucking your pussy in and out slowly each time I push in you gasp wanting more. I continue in and out running up against your G spot feeling my hard cock against your ass you so badly want it. You would love to move and let it fall into your wetness if only I was naked. You still press hard against me making sure not to lose your quarters. As I start running my fingers in and out of you the faster I whisper in your ear that you are my property, my sweet pet, that you will do what you are told which you agree with a whimper that you are my pet and you are my property. Yes master please let me cum for you, you cry in a soft voice… I enter with the third finger into that wet pussy of yours. You like the feeling as I slowly start to build up my rhythm again. You whimper and want so badly to enjoy the feelings that are building in your loins. As I slowly continue in and out fucking wet hole of yours. I remind you that as a pet you are not allowed to come. You realize that you are mine totally mind.

I finger fuck you harder with my thumb now sitting up bursa escort bayan just above your clit every time I enter you my palm presses against your clit. I kiss your neck softly as I finger fuck you. You are whimpering, breathing hard, you want to be allowed to release your orgasm, as it is building like a huge tidal wave to flood over your body, you start pressing your pussy against my hand, wanting at the same time you keep pressing against my heart cock you want my cock in you. You want it in your mouth, you want it in your pussy, you want it in your ass, you want it everywhere and anywhere I’m willing to give it to you.

I start fucking you with my finger harder faster as you feel the orgasm build higher and deeper your pussy is starting to contract your breathing is becoming labored, your nipples are rock hard. Every time I pull on your nipples one then the other, your pussy just gets electrified as the charges continue to pile on each other. You want to discharge a lightning bolt of release, but are not allowed to. You do all you can to try to remain calm and collected so as not to cum too early.

I continue to finger fuck you for what appears in your mind to be forever as the orgasm keeps building higher and greater and wider and deeper. Your pussy’s clenching my fingers as I enter harder my thumb over your clit every time my fingers go in and comes down against her clit over and over again. I continue slowly increasing the depth and speed and force. The faster I go in the deeper I go the more you want it. You whimper please master let me, let me come I need release.

At this instant you want my clock sent to you anywhere for us to be one with the universe. As the pleasures continue to build on what may become a phenomenal orgasm.

Your breathing is heavier deeper as your mind is racing and I remind you – you are not allowed to cum slut unless I let you. The pleasure continues to build deeper wider. It’s like a tidal wave ready to crash on you, but you are not allowed to release until master allows you.

Your climax continues to build as you start to whisper more a whimper, a begging whimper to please let me cum. I remind you that you are not allowed to cum unless you are told to do so. I remind you several times that your release is that my will and pleasure slut.

I continue faster harder deeper. Your pussy starts to cream as your climax continues to build. Your knees are weak your breathing belabored you now bracing for a release. Please allow me to release my cum for you, you breathlessly beg. I remind you you’re not allowed to cum unless you’re told you can as I start fingering bursa escort you harder and faster you can barely stand. Your knees are getting weak your body is starting to tremble as you feel the orgasm starting to spill. You know you cannot move because the quarters will fall, causing this wonderful feeling to stop. I continue my ministrations on your pussy your breathing gets deeper and heavier you whimper please master please let me come I tell you no you’re not allowed to come unless given permission bitch. You’re trying to calm down but the building climax is becoming more difficult to control. You beg please let me cum. I need to release please let me release I want to cum for you master.

I continue to finger fuck you harder and harder your pussy is soaking wet your dripping pussy juice down your leg and dripping onto the floor.

Your orgasm continues to build deeper wider oh my God you cannot handle it. As I continue finger fucking you harder, deeper, over and over again and again. You begin to feel your body tensing, your ass squeezing as you try your best not to move. You feel is slight tremor deep in your pussy and you’re doing everything you can not to cum. You whimper please let me cum…

I whisper in your ear, bitch cum for me now give it to me, give me your pussy cum, cum for me you little slut.

Your body tenses hard as you begin to release and the tidal wave of your orgasm floods across your body causing you to shut her from deep within your pussy through your whole body. You are gasping for air as the release of roles over you like waves in the ocean one after another. Your releases thorough deep and wonderful. The climax so needed allows the tensions to slowly dissipate through your body. As your body tenses and shudders the quarters fall off your hands.

Your convulsions are a result of the joy of release, of a deep primal release, deep in your body you allow your orgasm to flow over you as you breathe heavy and hard your body is enjoying the pleasure of release your barely able to keep standing as I pull my fingers slowly out of your pussy you whimper and sigh as the feeling of having something in you slides away. Your pussy include a very sensitive as a release your breasts they are also very sensitive. Your breathing is deep as you try to catch her breath.

You turn around knowing both quarters are gone all is lost and you press your mouth against mine in your body against mine wanting to push yourself into me to make us one as the orgasm in climax slowly start to fade away.

You just stand hard against me holding me tight kissing me breathing heavily thinking me for allowing you such a visceral release. Thank you you say over and over again thank you master for allowing me to cum for you.

You thank me repeatedly for allowing yourself to being my pet.

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Why the hell was he allowed to ground me? He wasn’t even my real father. And when is getting a tattoo at eighteen even reason enough for grounding? He wouldn’t even had seen it, if he hadn’t come home early and watched me try on the party outfit that I’d planned on wearing that same evening.

I didn’t even know how long he’d been standing in my doorway watching me like a creep.

At first he didn’t say anything, he just stared at me with his penetrating blue eyes. Then he’d walked towards me slowly. I had thought that he was going to say something about my outfit, that it was too inappropriate or something like that.

But he had stopped in front of me, way too close, and while still looking me in the eyes, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked on it. He then lowered his hand to my hip where my nearly healed tattoo was, and rubbed his wet thumb over it, to see if it would come off. When it didn’t he’d grounded me, saying that I wasn’t allowed out of the house for the entire weekend.

Which ruined my friday night plans.

My sort of boyfriend, Josh and I, was supposed to be at a party. It wasn’t so much missing the party that made me angry, but the fact that tonight was suppose to be the night where Josh and I had sex.

Not had that we hadn’t fooled around before, handjobs, blowjobs, that kind of stuff. But Josh was, to put it mildly, not very long lasting. So he had always come before entering me, but tonight he was going to bring Viagra.

And now my stepdad had ruined everything. The more I thought about it, the more angry I got.

Dammit, he wasn’t the boss of me, and I was an adult.

Too hell with him, I thought and put on my new skirt and crop top, bearing the butterfly tattoo on my hip, and I thought that it wouldn’t be long before I got a belly button ring.

When I was done dressing up, I was a bit nervous. I was a good girl and did as I was told, and never broke any rules. I had never thought about sneaking out before, but one time had to be the first. Luckily my bedroom windows was just above the garage roof, making it easy to get down to the ground floor.

What I hadn’t taken into account was the old nails from the Christmas lights on the windowsill. They caught onto my skirt as I leaned out the window.

“Shit,” I mumbled as i put my hands on the brown tiled roof below me, only just being able to support myself. I tried dragging myself forward, only to get stopped after an inch when my skirt didn’t budge anymore.

“Shit,” I said even louder this time. My feet had left the the carpeted floor of my bedroom, and I was hanging over the windowsill in the shape of a pyramid. I tried to push myself backwards but my arms were too short and not nearly strong enough to lift my entire weight that much.

I moaned. I was stuck, completely immobile, unable to go back or forth. It was so bad I wanted to cry. I had never in my life thrown a fit or been hysterical, but at that moment I was on the verge of screaming.

But I bit my tongue. There was no way in hell I would call for help, even if I had to be stuck all night.

It turned out I didn’t have to though.

“Do you need help,” a deep chuckling voice said behind me. I froze, of course Nathan was there, it was just the cherry on top of the cake.

“I’m just fine,” I groaned humiliated, my face burning with embarrassment. The chuckling behind me continued as I struggled for a few more minutes before I let myself go limp, admitting my defeat.

“I believe that you have learned your lesson.”

I could feel the heat from his body close to my thighs. Even though I had stopped struggling, I was still angry, maybe more now than before.

“Lesson?” I said in defiance. “I don’t need to learn any lessons, I’m eighteen görükle escort years old. And besides, you’re not my dad.”

There was a moment’s silence before he spoke in a hoarse voice. “You’re right, I’m not your dad.”

Silence again, longer this time. I wondered if he had left the room.

“Nathan?” I asked. “Are you still there?” No answer, and again I was on the verge of tears. “Help me up.”

“That’s not a very polite way to speak,” I sighed with relief by the sound of his voice. “Perhaps you should stay there a bit longer, you obviously still need to learn a few lessons.”

I whined, but stopped immediately when I felt a warm hand caress my thigh, just below the edge of my skirt.

“Nathan,” I gasped and tried to wiggle away but to no avail. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson, taking advantage of you, take a pick,” his voice was blunt, matter of fact, telling the truth. His hand still touching my bare skin.

“Please don’t,” I whispered.

“Why? because of that boyfriend of yours?” his one hand was joined by the other and they went up under my skirt, gently massaging the underside of my buttocks.

“You’re my stepdad,” I said outraged. How could he do this?

“Is that the only reason?” I could hear the smile in his voice and his hot breath hit my thighs. “Well, your boyfriend sure will be sad that he wasn’t the reason.”

Angry at his words I kicked my legs backwards and up, hoping that I would hit him, but it only resulted in my feet getting trapped between his legs.

“More lessons,” he sighed. “We have a busy night ahead of us.”

I gave one more tug, but stopped and gasped when Nathan replaced his hands with his mouth, giving me one long lick from the back of my knee up to my buttcheek.

“Mm, soft as silk,” Nathan mumbled against me. “I wonder…”

My skirt was pushed up over my butt, as far as it would while still stuck beneath me and on the nail. The chilly air of the night hit my burning skin and I was embarrassed about my feverish skin.

“As I suspected. Silky soft skin and silk for underwear.”

With those words, Nathan again put his mouth against me, but this time it was against my lace covered pussy. I gasped and jerked forward, but I couldn’t get anywhere. My legs were trapped between his muscular thighs, he was way stronger then me.

The tongue that worked against me was far different than anything that Josh had ever done to me. It wasn’t doing quick and superficial movements that you saw in pornomovies. The mouth was fully latched on to me, covering everything from above my clit too just before my ass, the tongue assaulting every fold and cravis I had.

I moaned as my stepdad continued to pleasure me through my panties, soaking them with his saliva. Okay, so it wasn’t just his saliva, but also my own juices leaking out of me and I couldn’t do anything to stop the pleasure that passed through me.

Nathan responded to my moan by grumbling and moved my panties away, and dug deeper into me, his tongue slipping as far in as it could. The no barrier between us nearly had me screaming and I covered my mouth to keep my moans from getting too loud.

The expertness of Nathan’s mouth, send me so far over the edge that it almost felt like I had gone deaf, and I realised that Josh had never really given me an orgasm before. His skills paled compared to Nathan’s, who was sucking and drinking the last of my juices.

His mouth moved away from my pussy up to the bared flesh on my back and kissed me, while I still tried to recover from my orgasm by calming my breathing.

I had thought that Nathan would help me inside or leave me hanging as a punishment, but he wasn’t finished with me. I almost started to bursa escort bayan hyperventilate when I felt the head of his cock pushing into my pussy, invading my tight space that had never been invaded before.

It didn’t really hurt as I had expected it to, it was just a lot of pressure and tissue being stretched to it’s limits. But it felt amazing.

When Nathan had pushed himself as far into me as he could, he stopped moving and only our heavy breaths filled the silent night. Not satisfied with the one orgasm he had given me, I started moving whatever little I could.

“Don’t move,” Nathan growled as he leaned over me, his torso now outside as well. “Not yet.”

The authority in his voice send shivers down my spine, and I moaned when he kissed and gently bit down on my shoulder. The fact that he was my stepdad was long forgotten.

When Nathan finally started moving his cock slowly in and out of me, my arms and legs were shaking from the frustration that he kept me waiting. Even the slow pace that he kept was infuriating and it didn’t match up to the way he had licked my pussy. I needed more.

“Nathan, please,” I begged as he breathed heavily in my ear.

“Please, what?” his voice was hoarse and strained as he kept the slow pace.

I whimpered, of course he was gonna make me say it. “Please move.”

“I am,” he teased.

“Move more,” frustration nearly had me shouting. “I need you to move faster.”

He chuckled and kissed my shoulder one last time before straightening up, and he finally started fucking me. His hands was gripping my hips to steady himself as he pushed his cock even further into me and retreated immediately, only to thrust right back. This time I wasn’t able to stop myself from screaming.

My screaming and his moans were not the only sounds in the night, the sound of our flesh hitting together echoed along side the distant sound of cars driving on the streets.

The heat and pleasure of having someone inside me was surprising, every time Nathan was thrusting into me a tingling jolt was send through my belly, that caused my toes to curl and my entire pelvis to contract, grasping him harder each time.

I was getting close to my second orgasm and I could both feel and hear that Nathan was close as well. His grip on my hips was so tight that I was sure that I would get bruises and his gruff moans was louder.

“Nathan!” I screamed as I was thrown over the edge, the tingling sensation shooting through my entire body. “Nathan!”

“Arghh, yes!” Nathan pounded himself into me one last time and I could feel his hot semen shoot and cover my insides. “Fuck!”

It wasn’t until after this amazing love making, or fucking, that Nathan grabbed me around my waist and helped me inside, his big and rough hands gently untangled my skirt from its captive nails. Somehow his cock was still hard and still inside me.

When I was free, he sat us both down on the floor, him leaning against the wall with me in his lap, my insides still pulsating around his hard cock. I twisted around to look up at his blue eyes and he smiled at me.

Maybe being grounded wasn’t such a bad thing, I thought and kissed him deeply, especially if my mom wasn’t home. My mom popping into my head made me think that there was no way I wanted to keep fucking the same guy as she.

Gathering up my courage I looked at Nathan to address the issue. “I want more,” I said and blushed deeply. “But I don’t want to share you with mom.”

Nathan threw his head back and laughed loudly. “There’s nothing to share,” when he saw my confused and slightly hurt expression he explained. “In case you haven’t noticed your mom and I don’t share bedrooms, I doubt that you’ve even seen us do anything other bursa escort hug. That’s all that’s ever been between us.”

“But you’re married,” I said confused and hopeful at the same time.

“Our marriage is completely business, and I believe that she’s got a boyfriend downtown. Besides, women that are ten years older than me, have never really been my thing,” he took my face in his hands. “I’ve had my eyes on you for the past two years.”

Overjoyed by his words I crushed my lips against his and he answered passionately. I could feel his cock twitch inside me, but I didn’t get to enjoy it further, as we were interrupted by the doorbell.

Realising that it was probably Josh by the door, I reluctantly got up from the best seat in the world.

“Wait, where are you going?” the disappointment on Nathan’s face was pleasing. He still wanted me, badly.

“Taking care of one last obstacle,” I answered smiling.

I went down the grand staircase as fast as I could without tripping and practically jumped over to the frontdoor. Before, when Josh came over I would frantically look myself in the mirror, to make sure that I looked good, but not now. I only made sure that my skirt covered my panties, which were wet from my juices and Nathans semen before I opened the door.

Josh was smiling proudly at me and held up a little blister package with four blue pills in it.

“Ready for some fun, baby,” he said in a tone that I an hour before would have found sexy. He eyed me up and down, and his smile faltered. “What happened to you?”

Before I answered I looked to the side to see Nathan coming down the staircase, completely naked. His cock big and hard, nearly reaching his belly button. Of course I had seen him in swim trunks before, and I knew that his body was lean with muscles, but seeing the thirty-two year old walking down the steps with confidence, nearly had me melting right then and there.

“Nothing… happened,” I stuttered and forced my gaze back to Josh, slightly closing the door and leaned up against it. “I just, uhm… did some exercise.”

Exercise indeed, I agreed with myself. Nathan was now standing behind the door next to me, his arms crossed and eyes stern.

“Exercise? In party clothes?” Josh shook his head. “Anyway, I’ve got the sextacy, so let’s head out.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna paassss,” I gasped the word pass, Nathan had taken my hand and wrapped it around his cock, and was pushing it up and down his amazing length.

“Wait, what? you’re gonna pass?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. I needed him gone, I was in the middle of something. “Look Josh, I’m done fooling around, okay? That means we’re done as well.”

Hurt, confusion and anger passed over Josh’ face in an instant. “Done? Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea what I had to do to get a hold of these?” he held up the blister package.

“No, but I’m sure that you’ll use them sooner or later.”

Josh didn’t get a chance to answer, Nathan slammed the door shut and crashed his lips on top of mine, lifted me and pushed me up against the closed door. He expertly pushed up my skirt and drew my panties aside before entering me with a single hard thrust.

“You belong to me,” he growled against my parted lips.

“Yes,” I moaned and my eyes roll back in my head.

Nathan slowly pulled out and then slammed back home. “Say it,” he ordered.

“I belong to you,” I was barely able to say the words, I didn’t have enough air in my lungs.

“That’s right… You… Belong… To… Me,” he emphasized each word with a powerful thrust.

Those were the last words we uttered, the only noises was our moans, screams, groans and our flesh hitting together. After he had marked me as his, Nathan drew a bath and washed me with gentle hands, his touch full of love and tenderness. He then carried me to his bed and was just as gentle with his touch for our third round, and after the sixth orgasm I stopped counting all the times he made me come during that night. The first night of many to come.

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This story is a revision of a story I posted to Literotica several years ago. This story is a work of fiction and contains no references to any real persons or events.

***

Tapping on the patio door caught my attention. I shouted for Rick to come in. I looked up at his footfalls and smiled at the teenager. The boy had a parcel in his arms.

“It came, John. Can you believe it? It came so fast I can’t believe it.”

I handed him a pocketknife. “Awesome. Let’s open it up and see if it’s worth the list price. I’ve been worried about that.”

Rick cut, or rather, ripped the package open and laid the pieces out. A nose cone, body, a couple fins, and a parachute. He dropped the box on the floor.

“Looks good Rick, give me the invoice and you check the fit.” I reached for the crumpled paper. I gave the invoice a once over. “Holy buckets! That’s more than we talked about. Does your mom know you spent this much on this?”

Rick shrugged. “I’ll get around to telling her later on. Look at this thing, John. I’ll bet if we get the right motor it’ll even carry a real payload.”

“For that much money it should come with a solid gold payload and a motor.”

“They can’t send motors through the mail.”

“Rick, we’ve talked about this before. You can’t keep spending this kind of money on rockets. You and your mom are just getting by.”

The boy beamed. “It’s okay. The tax return came. Mom said we should splurge on something, so I got this.”

“I’ll bet she had something else in mind, kiddo. Something like a car maybe.”

Rick placed both hands on the table and shook his head. “She wouldn’t get me a car. She never lets me drive the one we have.”

“Where’s your mom at anyway?”

“Work. Look at this baby, John. I’ll bet we’ll have to get clearance from the airport to launch this puppy.”

I groaned. “It’ll probably come down in the lake and you’ll never see it again. What time does she get home?”

“About six. Why?” Rick simulated a launch with the partially assembled rocket, including sound effects. “Whoosh!”

“Rick, put the rocket down. Don’t you have chores to do?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to show this to you. Can we launch it on Saturday?”

“We’ll see. Maybe your mom will make you send it back. That’s an awful lot of money for something you might lose the first time you use it.”

Rick’s joy slipped from his face, replaced by gloom. “Some days you sound just like Dad.”

“Your dad was a good man and you’re right, he’d say the same thing.”

The boy’s eyebrows met in the middle, darkening the gloom. “Dad wouldn’t have let me order it in the first place.”

I thumped Rick on the shoulder. “Well, he would’ve been excited to see it fly. So, how’s school going?”

“So, so.”

I allowed a stern expression. “Rick, if you think you’re going to work for NASA you’ve got to get better than a C in Trig. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know.” He laid the rocket on the table. “Can I leave this here until I tell Mom about it?”

I shook my head and chuckled. “Sure, but tell her today and get your chores done before she gets home for a change. I’ve got to tell you I get tired of her complaining about your lack of work ethic.”

“Great, I’ll see you later.” He left everything and ran out the patio door, leaving it open.

“Rick, get back here,” I shouted.

“Yeah?”

“Close the door.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry. See you later.” Then he was gone.

***

I knocked on my neighbor’s door. Rick opened it and let me in. We exchanged pretend body punches then returned to faux respectability as Rick’s mother joined us at the door.

“John, so glad you could make it,” Shirley said.

“I wouldn’t miss it, Mrs. Jamison. Some guy told me you make the best pot roast in town.” I accepted Shirley’s motherly hug.

Rick laughed. “That was me.”

I stabbed a finger at Rick, then handed a bottle to Shirley. “A little vino for later on, Mrs. Jamison.”

She took the bottle without examining it. “John, it’s been well over a year, please call me Shirley. Come in.”

We had a nice dinner and the Shirley and I sat at the table enjoying an after-dinner cognac while Rick occupied himself with a video game.

“That was an outstanding pot roast, Shirley. Thanks for inviting me. I don’t know how she does it, but my mom can dry one out to the point you’d think it was a big hunk of jerky.”

Shirley giggled. “Thank you, John, but I must admit I have an ulterior motive.”

“Really? What is it?”

“I was hoping I could convince you to give Ricky driving lessons and a certificate of completion, assuming he passes. I’m certainly not asking you to do anything unscrupulous. But if he had that certificate, I could get a break on my car insurance. I can pay you some, but maybe not your full price up front. I can make payments if that’s all right?”

“I’ll do that for free. Least I can do seeing as you and Mike helped me out when I was just getting started.”

Shirley smiled. Her eyes sparkled. I thought she was very good looking for her görükle escort age. Just a touch of gray in her hair and plenty of laugh lines around her eyes. She’d been a beauty when she was young and truth was, I’d masturbated a few times fantasizing about her. Losing Mike had been a cruel trick of fate.

“Well, I don’t want to end up indebted to anyone,” she said.

“Don’t worry. It’d be my pleasure and a tax write off too. Win, win. Least I can do after getting Rick hooked on rockets.”

“Oh my God, have you seen his room? Come on, let me show you.” Shirley got up and held a hand out to me. I took it and marveled at how warm and soft it was. She led me upstairs. I paused and looked into the first room we came to.

It was neat. A colorful bedspread on a single bed with a doll clad in an antebellum dress sitting on the pillow. I smiled, obviously not Rick’s.

Shirley’s cheeks grew pink. “That’s my room now.” She pulled the door closed. Her face looked as if she feared I might discover some secret or something.” I don’t sleep in our room anymore. It just feels so…so lonely in there.”

Shirley pushed the next door open. I stepped in. Many maps of the solar system and photos taken by Hubble and Kepler decorated the walls. Model rockets and jets festooned the horizontal surfaces, as well as hanging by strings from the ceiling.

I chuckled. “Looks just like mine.”

“You mean to tell me you entertain young women in a room like this?” Shirley said with a coy smile. “I think I’d like to see that.”

I laughed. “No, of course not. Although I do know a couple girls who’d be pretty excited by all this.” I gestured at the room’s interior. Shirley cocked her head to one side. Her thoughts remained hidden from me.

I decided to back track a little. “I was talking about my room when I was sixteen.”

Shirley laughed. “You know, John, I don’t mean to pry, but when was the last time you went on a date?” She gestured for me return to the hall. “I mean, since Mike passed away it seems like you’ve spent more time with Ricky than I have.”

We walked side by side toward the stairs.

“I doubt that’s true. I spend most of my time working on my business. Seems like every day there’s a new challenge. I don’t have a lot of time for dating, but Rick’s a pleasant distraction and a great kid,” I said. “Not to mention, he mows my grass. One less thing I need to worry about.”

Shirley’s smile was infectious. I returned it.

“I appreciate your help with him, John. We lost Mike at a crucial time in Ricky’s life and if I may say, you’ve stepped in and filled that void for him. That’s a wonderful thing you’ve done. Most young men would’ve fled the premises.”

“I enjoy his company, Shirley.” We paused at the head of the stairs. I engaged her large brown eyes and smiled. An odd spark skipped through my chest. Her face softened and an inner beauty leapt out at me. A beauty time, try as it might, would never fully rob from her. I tried to push the thought from my mind, but it must have shown on my face.

Shirley blushed and lowered her eyes for a moment. “Well, I’m glad he has a good man in his life, part time at least. Sometimes I think he’s rudderless.”

“We all were at that age. We’ll keep him on the straight and narrow.” I held a hand out to Shirley, she accepted it and we went down the stairs.

***

In an attempt to have a life, I kept Wednesdays for doing my business’s books. Two Wednesdays after the pot roast dinner, I was doing my usual head scratching when Shirley called.

“John, I hate to bother you, but I’ve got water flooding out from under the bathroom sink. Do you think you could stop it? I’ve called a plumber, but it’s gushing out faster than I can mop it up.”

“I’ll try, but I’m no plumber. I’ll be right over.”

I paused in my garage and grabbed a couple wrenches and a screw driver then slipped through the gate between our yards.

Shirley met me at her patio door.

“I think Noah must be around here someplace. I don’t know what to do. Mike always handled these things and Ricky is still at school.” Shirley waved for me to follow. She led me to the upstairs bathroom. Water was indeed spraying from under the vanity. I peeked in and smiled. I needed pliers to turn off the valve.

“There. No need for a plumber. These flexible hoses rupture from time to time. I’ll go to the hardware and get a new one.”

“I don’t want to put you out, but I just didn’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay. I was about done with the books anyway. It won’t take more than a few minutes to fix this. Call that plumber back and cancel. I’ll be right back.” I shoved my tools into my back pocket.

“John, I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“You’d watch some do-it-yourself videos on the internet and get on with your lives. What are you doing home this time of day midweek anyway?”

“Oh, they changed my schedule. Now I’m off every Wednesday. Here let me pay you for fixing this.”

“Not necessary, Shirley. It’s only a couple bucks. No big deal.”

She bursa escort bayan pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “All right then, if you won’t take any money for your time at least take me to the hardware with you so I can pay for the parts.”

I smiled. “Deal. You can even drive. How’s that?”

***

With the repair finished and the floor mopped, Shirley and I sat on her patio sharing a bottle of wine. The afternoon sun shone on us warming our spirits and our bodies. We’d each had a couple glasses.

I glanced at my watch. “Rick will be coming home from school soon. Did he tell you I got on his case about Trig?”

Shirley smiled and nodded as she sipped her wine. “Yes, he did. I just laughed at him. You’ve got to do better I told him, or John won’t help you launch those rockets.”

I chuckled. Shirley was wearing a tee shirt with the rock group Boston on it. Her breasts stretched the ancient material. She caught him looking at them.

“Old woman boobs aren’t supposed to be as interesting as young ones.”

A blush’s heat scorched my cheeks and the back of my neck. “Sorry, Shirley. I didn’t mean to be rude or make you uncomfortable. I was just…Well, truth is, I was just looking at them. They are impressive. Sorry.”

She smiled. “They aren’t what they once were. I guess none of us are.” She raised her glass. I matched it and tapped rims with a crystal ping.

“Well, for a woman your age, I think you’re more than easy on the eyes.”

Shirley twittered with laughter. “God. You make it sound like I used to ride a dinosaur or something.”

I needed to back pedal. “No, not at all. I mean, you’re attractive, even now. Oh shit, not that. I mean, I’m…I enjoy your company. I think you’re very attractive.” I sipped my wine, looking for a way to extricate my humming bird ass from what my alligator mouth had gotten me into.

Shirley smiled at me. “Thank you. Even if I don’t believe you for a minute.”

“I know it’s none of my business, but have you started dating again? Like you said, it’s been well over a year,” I said.

She shook her head. “Not really. It’s hard you know. I almost always measure a man against Mike and that’s not fair. Not to mention I’m in kind of a nebulous area. A woman in her early fifties should be free and clear of children, but there’s Ricky. I love him so, but he chases men my age away.”

I watched her over my glass’s rim. “Really?”

“Yes. Most men my age have finished their child rearing. They’ve got grandkids to entertain them. A lot of them don’t want to get involved with raising kids again.”

“As attractive as you are, maybe you should aim for a younger guy.”

Shirley giggled before sipping her wine. “Are you volunteering? Ricky already loves you.”

I cocked my head to one side and engaged her eyes. I swallowed hard. My heart beat sped up. “I could see it, Shirley. Are you accepting?”

Shirley’s eyes narrowed. “I’d only entertain that kind of thought with a strong man. I know you’re a nice man and a good one. Are you a strong man, John?”

I stared back at her. I was intrigued, but my belly filled with butterflies. Her eyes gleamed. Inviting and intimidating at the same time.

I swallowed hard again. “Strong in what way?”

“Well, I like a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to demand it. I think being bossed around a little can be fun.”

I chuckled. “I know what I want, but I’m more accustomed to begging for it than demanding it.”

She giggled again. “Are you begging now?”

“I guess so. Sort of.” I licked my lips and shifted in my seat.

Shirley smiled and flipped an errant lock of hair behind her ear. Her bright eyes never left mine. “You should try demanding it sometime. You might find you like it.”

“So, what kind of demanding should I do? For starters, you know. I’m a rookie at this sort of thing.”

“Well, from time to time back in the old days, Mike and I would do a little role playing. Nothing too outlandish, you understand. Just a little bossy stuff. Ordering each other around, that sort of thing.”

“Wow, Shirley, I just can’t imagine you and Mike chaining each other to a wall and beating the crap out of each other. You’ll have to show me that secret room in your basement.”

Shirley nearly spit out her wine and laughed. “Oh my God, no. We didn’t do anything like that. I’d never hurt someone I cared about and there’s no secret room. It was simple role playing.”

“What sort of roles?” I leaned toward her.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Pink rose on her cheeks.

“You brought it up. Now I’m curious.” I leaned closer.

“Well if you must know. It was kind of like, well, Mike would be the secretary and I’d be the boss. John this is really embarrassing.” Shirley took a gulp from her glass.

My pulse quickened as her cheeks grew bright red. I quickly refilled her glass. “I’m captivated, you’ve got to finish this story.”

“Well I’d just be bossy you know. Order him to get me coffee, give me a foot massage bursa escort or take his clothes off and do muscle-man poses. Things like that. When the game was over, we’d make love the normal, married way. Sex was always very good after playing the game.” The shade of Shirley’s face matched her wine.

“So, you’d trade places? I mean sometimes he was the boss and sometimes you?”

“Oh yeah. We’d change it up to keep it fun and light. Trust me, your neighbors weren’t injured during the playing of the game.”

I sat back in my chair. “I’ll bet Mike is flipping over in his grave. You and me sitting around drinking wine and talking about this.”

Shirley smiled. Her eyes seemed to lose focus for an instant. “Mike would think it was funny and he’d be glad it’s you I’m telling. He was quite fond of you, John.”

“Thank you.”

“Mom, I’m home,” Rick shouted from somewhere inside the house.

“Out back with John,” she said. “You can eat some of that cheese for a snack, but not all of it. Then start your homework.”

I glanced at my watch again. “Well Shirley, this has been a very enjoyable and dare I say, enlightening afternoon. I think we should do it again next week if the weather’s nice.”

Shirley smiled as I stood. “I’ll be here. And, maybe we could play a little game.”

I cocked my head to one side. “I’ve never really played games along those lines. I’m usually just grateful to have any sort of female company.”

“I guess we need to broaden your horizons a little.”

***

I called Shirley. “It’s a beautiful day. I’ll be on your patio in five minutes. I hope the wine is chilled.”

“It is and you picked out a very nice bottle too.”

“Shirley, I’ve got to tell you, I feel a little weird just ordering you around. Are you sure you’re all right with this?”

“Certainly, John. It’s just a game. We’re friends and we can back out of it at any time. I’ll see you on the patio.”

Shirley was just putting some snacks on the table when I entered the yard. I smiled and waved. She returned the gesture. I took a seat. Shirley handed me the bottle and a cork screw.

I worked on the bottle. “So, Shirley, as I understand it these games you played with Mike were basically sexual in nature?”

“Basically, but it could branch out a little. Kind of like when you told me what time to be ready today and picked out the wine.”

I nodded and set the bottle on the table with the cork next to it. Shirley looked pretty much like any housewife. She had on flip flops, Bermuda shorts and a tee-shirt. She’d done a little eye makeup, but otherwise she looked as if she was ready to take on the laundry.

“How long have we known each other?”

Shirley plopped in a chair across from me. “Oh, what’s it been? Four years? Yeah, I think Four years.”

We exchanged similar small talk for several minutes. I was trying to get my head wrapped around playing the game and work up my courage. I wondered about my heightened infatuation with Shirley. On the one hand, she was about the same age as my mom, on the other, she was very sexy.

“So, John, have you figured out what you want me to do today?” Shirley seemed far too casual. My heart hammered in my chest and my mouth got dry.

I glanced at my watch and reached for a glass. “I think so, but I’m still a little uncomfortable with the whole idea. Can I just take you to my place and ravish you?”

Shirley broke into a fit of giggles. “That’s very straight forward. It’s a flattering option, but it’s not really in the spirit of the game.”

I inclined my head slightly making a pouty face. I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slow. “Okay, well then, take off your clothes.”

Shirley glanced around the yard with a coy smile. “Out here? But the neighbors might see.”

“That’s true. Take off your clothes.” I tried to make my tone serious.

“Ricky will be home soon. He’ll see me naked.”

“I don’t care. Take them off now.”

Shirley stood up, she hesitated, looking around the yard again then stripped to her bra and panties. My belly quaked and I fought to sit still. I thought she was exquisite. Firm meaty thighs, large breasts and a flat tummy. Her hips were broad and her legs long. I smiled at her as my dick stirred in my pants.

She made a rolling motion with one hand.

I got the message. “I approve of your choice in underwear. Now take it off.”

Shirley grimaced. “Ah, John, it’s a little late to be playing this game. Ricky will be home any minute.”

“Yes, he might or maybe he’ll stop and dally with a girl along the way. Maybe he’ll have to talk with a teacher. Could be he’s already on his way up the walk. Take off your underwear. Now.”

I assumed she’d take off her bra first but to my surprise and delight Shirley removed her panties. She stood up and displayed her thick dark pubic hair to me. She wrinkled her brow and her eyes shifted around the yard. I nodded at her.

“Very nice. Turn around so I can see your butt.” Shirley rotated around stopping when she faced me again. “I like it. Now show me your tits.”

Shirley’s hands covered her crotch when a door slammed across the alley.

“Don’t do that,” I said.

“They might see me.”

“They might, but they’ll be pleased and jealous because I’m here with you and they aren’t. Show me your tits.”

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