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I first met Kelli as a friend of my daughter. I helped her in college in selecting her business and accounting courses. She was an accounting major. I also helped her with some course work when she got stuck.

She is 22, cute and smart. She has brown hair with a touch of red and beautiful green eyes. Your typical girl next door. Her smile lights up a room.

Near last Christmas I bumped into her at a local supermarket. She had graduated and was working in the accounting department of a local utility. We exchanged business cards and I noticed she works near where I do. We agreed to meet for lunch.

We had lunch together at a tavern near our offices. We talked about her job. She thanked me for helping her over the four years of college.

I got a text a from Kelli a few days later. She said she had a gift for me. Kelli wanted to meet for dinner the following Friday after work. She drove over after work to my condo about 6:30 and then we drove in my car to a local seafood restaurant. We had dinner and then drove back to my place.

Arriving back at my place I put on some music on my new sound system and got some beers from the frig. I didn’t see a package so I thought either she left it in her car or that she had a gift card for me.

“You know you didn’t have to buy anything for helping you.”

‘Well…I really didn’t buy you anything. I’m the gift.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sex with me is the gift.”

“Kelli are you serious?”

“Very serious”

Kelli’s idea shocked me a bit. This was coming from a young lady who graduated from the local private Catholic high school and the local Catholic university

I lead her back to my bedroom. I thought she was going to back out but she didn’t. Kelli took off her slacks and blouse and sat on the bed in her bikini panties and bra. I took off my clothes down to my briefs.

I hugged and bodrum escort kissed her, reaching around to back to unhook her bra. That move totally surprised her. She was a bit nervous. I gently removed her bra from her shoulders. What a beautiful sight. A nice set of 36B’s.

“You know Kelli the thing about sex is that you have to be naked to enjoy it.” That got a giggle out of her.

“Kelli are you sure you want to do this?”

“Positive. Except there is one problem. I’m still a virgin”

“That isn’t a problem.” But why do you want to give it up to me? Why not someone

around your own age?”

“My mom said you’ve lonely since your divorce. I felt sorry for you because you were so nice to me when I was in college. I’m going to lose my virginity sooner or later so why not with someone I really like and trust.”

We both lied down on the bed. I slowly took off her panties by sliding them down her beautiful legs and I took off my briefs. Then I began fondling her beautiful breasts and playing with the her pretty pink nipples. I kissed and sucked on them like a hungry man eats a steak dinner. Kelli had an orgasm. I wanted her well lubricated before I tried to enter her. The fragrance from her perfume was intoxicating.

Kelli got on top of me and started to play with my penis. After a while I gently pushed her off and got on top of her. I got the KY jelly and started to put some inside of her pussy. I also sucked on her tits again. She came once more.

I knew she was ready. Figuring she was not on birth control I put on a Rough Rider condom.

“Kelli one last time. Are you sure you want to do this? I can stop now.”

“100% positive. I’m ready for you!”

I got on top of her and gently spread her beautiful legs apart. Her pussy looked like a flower bud ready to bloom. I began to enter her muğla escort virgin pussy a little at a time. Kelli guided me in. She started to moan a bit. Then I hit the barrier. I eased out a bit and pushed in again. It didn’t break. This time I eased out a lot more and pushed a lot harder. Bingo. It broke. Kelli screamed when it broke. I told her “Take it easy honey. This is where the fun begins.”

I began thrusting. Kelli came a few times and I climaxed too. We cuddled for a while and then Kelli got cleaned up and dressed. I got dressed and walked her to her car on the parking lot. I hugged and kissed her goodbye.

I sent to her office a dozen red roses in a vase. The card I sent with the flowers thanked her for the “gift”.

I thought that was going to be it; a one night stand. But Kelli surprised me by texting if we could get together again over the holidays. Of course I agreed.

Christmas eve and day were lonely for me. I got a text from Kelli saying that she was at a family dinner on Christmas Eve that she couldn’t get out to see me. Later I got another text from Kelli asking if we could spend New Year’s Eve together. I told her I would make us dinner and to be over by 6 PM. She agreed.

New Year’s Eve couldn’t come fast enough. I made us dinner; homemade spaghetti meat sauce.

My doorbell rang at exactly at 6PM. It was Kelli looking stunning as ever. We hugged and kissed. I got the wine bottle open and we started dinner.

She admitted to me that I had hurt her our first time but “it was a good kind of hurt.”

She hit me with two surprises. The first one was that she is now on the pill. She got on it thru Planned Parenthood since our last time together. I suggested we still use condoms to be safe. The second surprise was that her parents were out of town for a few days visiting bodrum sınırsız escort bayan friends. She could spend New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day with me. She had phone calls to the house phone transferred to her cell.

I had a surprise for her. I saw she needed a watch so I got her one. A ladies Citizens Eco-Drive watch.

After dinner she disappeared for a while. She came back to the living room wearing one of my old flannel shirts, her panties and as I later found out had also ditched her bra. I’ve never seen my old flannel shirt look better!

We had sex on the sofa that night. Kelli was a lot less nervous this time than the first. I made sure her pretty boobs got a good workout. Plus her pussy was stretched a bit so it made entering her a lot easier. I used KY this time just to be sure. I wouldn’t want to hurt my angel. The sex was fantastic.

I awoke on New Year’s Day to Kelli laying naked on top me playing with my penis. We had sex again. Nothing too adventurous; just the standard missionary position.

I made us brunch and we both cleaned up. Kelli showered and dressed. She had to get home before her parents got back. We agreed to meet again next Saturday for dinner.

Saturdays became our time together. Kelli would drive over for an early dinner. Either I would cook or bring food back. We would watch a movie or listen to some music and then have our weekly sex session. Kelli would fix up and then leave for home around midnight or so. Most guys would be happy with this arrangement but I wanted more. After three months of this arrangement I asked her to move in with me.

I’m not going to go into details about the problems with Kelli’s parents but let’s just say the problems are sort of resolved.

She finally moved in with me in late April.

I surprised Kelli with a late summer vacation to Ireland. Before we come back to the US we are stopping in London for a few days.

It’s early on a Saturday morning. I gaze over at Kelli next to me soundly sleeping. I can’t believe how beautiful she looks sleeping in the early morning light. I don’t know where this ride is going to lead but I’m in for the full adventure.

Thank you Kelli for your lovely gift!

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The day was finally here. My husband was going on a business trip for a few days and I had plans of my own. After ten years of begging him to start a family he went out in a fit of rage and had a vasectomy. He came home that day and told me that he never wanted children and this was the only way to make me stop asking. I went into a deep depression. I loved him. How could he do this? That was about two months ago. Last month I made up my mind to leave him. I found a nice little house at the top of a mountain overlooking the city and scheduled a moving company to come today and pick up the small amount of stuff I wanted to take with me.

My husband left the house around 7:00 a.m. and the door bell rang promptly at 8:00 a.m. just as they said it would. I opened the door and standing there was the most perfect man I could imagine. 6’2″ 180 dirty blond. He could not have been more than 22. His piercing blue eyes looked right into my soul. His name was Paul as I could see embroidered on his uniform shirt. The moving company only sent one man because of the small amount to move. After a few word of introduction he went on his way to moving the boxes I had ready for him. I could see his strong arms picking them up like they had no weight at all. As the morning went on I continued to pack boxes and he would load them onto his truck. We made small talk along the way. I told him the story of my husband and he started to open up about his life. He talked about his finance and the life they had planned, a life with many children. Oh escort bodrum how I longed to find a man like that.

I started to have thoughts of seducing this young man and steeling him away from her, but I knew it would never happen. But could it be just this once. I knew it was the right time of my cycle. This really nice man could give me the one thing I want and need. I formulated a plan.

We finished up at the old house and he followed me up the curvy road to my new home. My plan was easy get him all worked up and let him fuck me. At thirty five I still could turn a man’s head.

We arrived at the house and he started to unload the boxes. I slipped away a put on something a little more revealing. I would just work very close to him and make a few suggestive comments and see what happens. He was busy at his work but did notice. I caught him taking a few looks, but then back to work. I started taking about his girl friend and how lucky she was to have such a strong young man to keep her satisfied. He just blushed and kept working. As I got more aggressive in my flirting he was getting more agitated. At one point he stopped me from brushing up against him and said he needs to get his work done. I said strait out “don’t you find me sexy.” He said yes but he was engaged and they promised each other to stay pure until their wedding night. Could it be I had the only virgin left, just my luck? So that was that I guess.

He finished up his work and asked me to sign the invoice. bodrum escort bayan I asked if he wanted a bottle of water for the road. He accepted and drank the entire bottle before he left the room. It only took a minute for the drug I put in the bottle top take effect.

When he started coming too about an hour later he found himself tied to the bed post and gagged. He struggled against the bindings to no avail. I heard him and came into the room. His perfect body laid before me naked. His sweet shined in the candlelight. I told him not to worry I would take what I needed and send him home with a smile. This made him struggle more. I started at his toes and licked my way up to his waiting cock. It was about 7 inched and very thick. I commented how lucky his future wife will be when he takes her for the first time. I licked up one side of his cock and down the other side. Looking into his face I could see his anger and shame. After take his head into my mouth his body started to betray him. He was becoming hard. He grew to at least 8 ½ inches. I was giving this man his first blow job. Maybe the only one he would ever get. You could see the anger in his eyes but the moans of pleasure coming from deep inside his throat gave him away.

After a few minutes I didn’t want to waste a drop of his vital seed. I licked my way up his chest until we were face to face. I could see him pleading with his eyes for me to stop. He thrust his body to try to get gümbet escort bayanlar me off of him, but with his thrust he entered me in one stroke. With my deep moan of pleasure he realized what he had done and he tried to pull away. I kept him in place with a vice like control, waiting for him to settle done. I looked him into the eyes and said give me this and I’ll let you go. He continued to struggle but this only built up the lust he was feeling inside. I rode him feeling every vain of his cock as it slide in and out of me, building to his release. I didn’t think it possible but he seemed to grow even bigger as he got closer. He erupted inside me with pulse after pulse of hot fluid. He filled me up and it started to leak onto his balls. Not wanting to lose any more I rolled off of him and elevated my legs. That’s what all the baby books said to do.

I looked over at him and he looked back. Still gagged I could see shame come over his whole body. I got up after a while and kissed him on the check. He didn’t struggle, just waited for me to keep my promise of letting him go.

After a while, I asked him if I let him go would he tell. I reminded him that as far as his girlfriend knows he is still a virgin and if he told anyone she would find out the truth. He nodded his head in agreement and I ungagged him. He didn’t say a word as I untied him. He grabbed his cloths, dressed and ran out the door.

In his hurry to get away from me he missed a curve and ran the truck off the road. I heard the explosion in the distance followed a little while later by sirens.

The police stopped by the next day to investigate the accident. I told them he was a very polite young man and was in a hurry to get home to see his girlfriend. That was that.

A few months later I got word that I was expecting. Paul, the Moving Man, had delivered the one thing I really wanted.

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My story begins in my college freshman algebra class. Second semester there was a guy named Gavin who transferred from another class. He sat across the room, but our desks faced each other. I thought he was cute, but I had a boyfriend, so I didn’t think too much about him. We never talked to each other in class or spoke in the hall, but the weekend before our spring break, we were both guests at a wedding for a friend of our families. Strange coincidence, but when I told the groom I had a class with the guy, the groom introduced us. We talked quite a lot that day, but I was going on vacation with my parents for spring break, so I figured I would see him in class and maybe talk to him some, but wasn’t thinking too much about it.

Well, we talked quite a lot. We ended up becoming really great friends, best friends actually. The first time I went to his house, we were studying algebra and Spanish, but mostly we talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. Over the summer we talked more and became even closer. My boyfriend was a senior and had enlisted in the Army, so he left after the summer for boot camp. We stayed together, but I was beginning to wonder if that was a mistake. Toward the end of our sophomore year Gavin had asked me to go to his house to hang out and have dinner. I had been to his house a few times since we started talking, so I didn’t think this time would be different from the other times I had gone over.

It was almost time for me to go home that night. I got my stuff together and started to walk out of the room. “D,” Gavin called me that even though my name is Devon. I turned around and walked back toward him, but before I could say anything, he kissed me. It was a sweet, soft peck on the lips, but I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t say a word and left that night wondering what I was supposed to do. I loved my boyfriend but felt lonely and now someone I had grown to care for was showing interests. When I talked to him next we said we liked how it felt to kiss each other. We spend a little time making out over the next few days and had a lot of fun, but my boyfriend was coming home to visit. Gavin didn’t want me to break up with my boyfriend and have a relationship start that way, so we stopped what we were doing.

Well, for reasons I still don’t understand I stayed with my boyfriend. Gavin and I still hung out and still were the best of friends, but never kissed. By the middle of our junior year he also had a girlfriend, so neither one of us thought anything would happen bodrum escort bayan again.

“D, I know you and your boyfriend have had sex and I also want to have sex.” I knew he was a virgin because we had talked before about sex. Talking about sex with him was nothing new.

“Gavin why don’t you tell your girlfriend?”

“Well, you know I’m a virgin, but I want to have sex for the first time with someone I really care about. I really care about you. I want my first time to be with you.”

I didn’t know what to think, I didn’t know what to say. Because I was already having sex with my boyfriend I was on the pill, so that wasn’t going to be a problem. I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in many, many months, so I was feeling lonely again. After a few days I made a decision. I wanted to be with Gavin. I wanted to experience him. We decided when we could be together. I anticipated that day; it was all I could think about.

We planned for the day when we could be together. I went to his house and Gavin asked me if I was ready. I told him I was and by the way he looked at me I knew he was ready as well. We started to kiss and touch each other and the way he touched my body was so new and so different. I had never experienced something so tender and amazing. Just by the way he touched me I felt like I would cum. He got between my legs and asked again if I was ready. I told him yes and he stared into my eyes while he entered me. He felt amazing, almost like we were made for each other.

“Does that feel good?” Gavin asked.

“Yes,” I moaned. It felt fantastic. He kept the pace slow and I felt my vagina quiver. Every inch of his cock entered me and as he would take his dick almost all the way out I yearned for more. He entered me again and again, each time picking the pace up just a little more. I used my hands to touch his body, his muscular shoulders and chest felt so good under my fingers.

“Cum for me baby.”

His words made me loose myself and I came, just like he asked. He pushed himself into me a few more times and I knew he came as he let out a deep, sexy grunt. My God, he was so damn sexy. How could I have not have seen him this way before?

After we finished enjoying each other, it was time for me to go home. I thought of him often over the next few days. Not too long after our first encounter we found ourselves alone and in the mood again. We started to make out and touch each other’s bodies. He took my shirt off and bodrum otele gelen escort took a minute to really look at me. His eyes were filled with desire. I wanted to feel his cock inside me again. I wanted to touch his body. I wanted to taste his dick. I moved around him and pushed his body back onto his bed.

“Are you going to take me in your mouth?” Gavin asked.

“Yes. I want you to feel my mouth around you.”

“Oh God baby, that’s so hot.” He moaned while I took his hard cock deep into my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down and felt his body move with pleasure. I continued to enjoy him while I heard him moan. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, so I stopped sucking his dick and decided to climb on top. He watched me as I placed my wet pussy on the tip of his cock. I moved myself slowly onto him while he grabbed my hips to control himself. I felt him quiver underneath me and I knew I was going to cum soon. I moved my body up and down while I looked into his eyes. I felt like I was going to completely loose myself all over again.

“Cum for me baby.”

The words that he had said before made me so crazy. I came all over him and felt him cum deep inside my wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how he felt inside me. I knew I had only been with one other person and he had only been with me, but he was so good. Maybe it was because I cared deeply for him, maybe it was because I was falling in love with him, but he did everything perfectly.

“God you are so good Gavin. I can’t believe how amazing you make me feel.”

“You make me want more.”

I lay next to him on his bed and he held me in his arms. I knew I loved him and I felt like he loved me too. Neither of us had the courage to tell the other, besides he had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend. We never told each other how we felt, but because we knew each other so well I’m sure we both wondered if the other felt the same. We made love one other time during our junior year.

During our senior year I broke up with the Army guy, but started dating someone else. Gavin was still with his girlfriend and had fallen in love, so I never thought of my feelings for him again. I knew he was happy and I was happy for my friend, my best friend. Unfortunately his relationship ended, but still nothing happened between us because I still had a boyfriend. We did still talk every day and even had the same English teacher, just different class time. We had an assignment türk bükü escort that we had to write about 10 people we took a trip with in the future and of course my included him. His also included me.

“Let me read what you wrote about me,” I said.

“No. I don’t want you to read any of it,” Gavin told me.

“Why? You didn’t write about me?”

“I did D, I just don’t want you to read it.”

I didn’t listen of course because I’m stubborn and as he walked away to do something I took his report and read what he wrote about me. He talked about the job I had and that I was happy in my life being married with kids. The thing that really caught my attention though was toward the bottom of the page about me. The words I would never and have never forgotten: “She would make the perfect girlfriend.” As I read those words, he saw that I was reading his report. He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t get mad either. He never had got mad at me.

“What do you mean by what you wrote?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Gavin told me, “it’s just something I think.”

“But what do you mean by it.”

“I’ll explain to you sometime.”

The sometime never happened. We graduated and because my boyfriend was jealous, he always believed something would happen between Gavin and me while he and I were dating. My boyfriend gave me an ultimatum, me or him. Stupid me, I chose my boyfriend, not my best friend. Because of this decision I lost my best friend who I loved. I did break up with that guy, but had no idea how to get a hold of Gavin. He had moved toward the end of our senior year and I never had a chance to go to his new house, so I never knew where he lived. He had also changed his phone number because of the move, so I couldn’t even call. I tried to forget him and move on. I met a great man, whom I fell in love with. We got married and had 2 children. My husband knew about my past experiences, but also knew how much I missed my friend. A few years ago he told me I should look for him. Technology being what it is I found Gavin on a social network.

After sending a few messages back and forth, my husband suggested I ask my friend to dinner. He fully trusted me and knew nothing would happen. Plus he could tell I was a little happier having that friendship again, almost like a gap had been filled. Gavin and I got together for dinner and regained our friendship. The busyness of life had caused us to loose contact for periods of time, but when we pick up again, it’s like nothing changed, we just have to fill in a few blanks. He has since married and they are now expecting a child. I’m extremely happy for my best friend. I love him still, but not in a way where I would say I am in love with him. I am deeply in love with my husband and enjoy the life I live, but there has always been one question. One aching question that has never left my mind…

What if?

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I.

Seven…eight…

I counted every rep in my head, pushing the barbell with all my might, my muscles straining against all hundred pounds that stood between me and victory.

Nine…ten…eleven…

My chest was burning, arms beginning to buckle, screaming, warning me that I’d gone too far, that now was the time to stop. To give up.

C’mon, just one more, I told myself. You can do it.

Red faced and nearly beaten, I summoned forth what little strength remained, and completed the final rep. I barely managed to set the barbell back onto the rack, my muscles thanking me for sweet relief as I slumped, winded and worn down, onto the sweat soaked bench, aching with the sweet feel of exhaustion that I had grown to love.

Like all the good things in my life at the time, I owed this development to Miss Amber. She had convinced me to start going to the gym the morning following our first night together. I was allowed to sleep over, only on the condition that I did so on the couch.

“It’s nothing personal,” she assured me as she handed me a pillow, along with a thin customary blanket. “I just like to have a full bed to myself.” I was in no position to protest, and despite this I slept well that night, drained and drowsy with satisfaction.

I was woken up the next morning by the sound of clattering dishes, and the smell of sizzling bacon. Groggy eyed, I sat up and saw Miss Amber hard at work in the kitchen, splitting her time between cooking bacon and eggs on the stove, and cutting up an assortment of fruit. She was wearing only a light gray t-shirt that looked to be two sizes too big, extending all the way down just past her thighs, and her red hair was tied up in a bun, fuzzy and frayed like a tangled ball of copper.

“Mmm, something smells good.” I sat up on the couch and stretched, and as the fog of sleep cleared and the world slowly came into focus, I remembered where I was, and for the first time in a while I couldn’t wait to start the day.

“Morning sleepy head,” said Miss Amber, looking over her shoulder in my direction. “Just making us some breakfast. I hope you like your eggs scrambled.”

“I love scrambled eggs,” I said, and she shot me an approving smile. It was the first time I’d seen Miss Amber without an ounce of makeup, and she looked no less amazing. In fact, stripped of all the glamour she looked even more beautiful in a natural sort of way. She had faint dark circles under her eyes, and her face was marked with the minor imperfections of age.

I threw a shirt on and made a quick trip to the bathroom before joining her in the kitchen. I was dying of thirst, so I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water, nearly downing the entire glass in four large gulps. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large bowl of mixed fruit sitting on the counter, a half cut strawberry calling my name, and without thinking I reached down, plucked it from the bowl, and popped it in my mouth.

“Hey, I’m not finished,” she proclaimed, wagging her spatula at me. “No eating until I say so!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” I said. “Strawberries are my favorite.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait.” Her tone was disciplinary, but unmistakably playful.

“Yes Miss Amber.” I cracked a cheeky smile, letting her know how willing I was to play whatever game she wanted.

After a quick refill of water I took a seat at the kitchen table, watching Miss Amber as she put the finishing touches on her bacon and eggs. It was another hot and humid day, and the sun was out in full force, shining through the kitchen window like the torch of god, illuminating her nubile figure. The baggy shirt couldn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her perky nipples forming two tiny peaks across her chest. She wasn’t wearing any underwear either, which I figured out when she “accidentally” dropped the spatula, giving me a quick flash of her exquisite ass.

“You look lovely this morning,” I complimented.

Miss Amber looked amused and crossed her arms. “I thought we agreed to no lying mister,” she said. “I look like shit, and you know it. And don’t think you can sweet talk me after that sneaky shit you just pulled.”

“Not sweet talking.” I lifted my hands in the air, surrendering. “Just being honest.”

I sat my hands behind my head and leaned back, looking oddly assured, and Miss Amber noticed, giving me a long, hard inquisitive look, acknowledging the understated transformation that had taken place.

She turned the burner off and brought the pan to the kitchen table, scooping heaps of eggs evenly onto two large plates. Next came the bacon, again divided evenly, four stripes each. Finally she sat the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table, scooped a spoonful into two smaller bowls, and handed one to me, which I took eagerly. I was starving, and once again Miss Amber was feeding me exactly what I wanted. She had a knack for that.

“This looks delicious Miss Amber, thank you.”

“You’re welcome Jake. Now lets eat.”

I practically inhaled the bacon and eggs, only stopping every so often to cleanse my palate with a succulent mixture of strawberries, grapes, and pineapple. Miss Amber was bodrum escort much less boorish, taking her time, picking at her bowl of fruit one by one.

“So…” She leaned forward and took a bite of pineapple, giving me a tantalizing peak down her shirt. “How are you this morning?”

“Great,” I said, shoveling a fork full of eggs in my mouth. Food hadn’t tasted this good in long time. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m just peachy. Can’t ya tell?”

I could. Miss Amber was glowing in a way I had never seen before. She reached for a piece of bacon and took a bite, the crispy crunch breaking the stillness of the peaceful suburban atmosphere. I felt her foot brush up against my leg, rubbing me affectionately, up and down.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” she said.

“Me too.”

“You made me feel really good.” She took another bite of bacon, a wanting glimmer in her eyes. “Like, really good.”

“I aim to please.”

She shifted in her seat. “Think you can do it again?”

I froze, the last strip of bacon halfway to my mouth.

“You mean right now?” I asked. I was so preoccupied with filling my stomach that I had forgotten that Miss Amber had needs to fill of her own. I just hadn’t expected they’d have to be filled so soon in the morning.

“What, don’t think you’re up for it?” Her green eyes glowed and drifted downward, a silent command I had no choice but to follow. Miss Amber was challenging me, and I accepted, and suddenly I was hungry for meat of a different sort.

“Whatever you say Miss Amber.” I sat my fork down, pushed my plate aside, and took a cleansing swig of water, psyching myself up for another go around with this ravenous woman.

She watched me intently as I lowered myself under the table. Her legs were crossed, and as I crawled my way closer she opened them, gifting me with her delicate, pink pussy. My mouth watered at the sight, spurring me on to reach out, grab her legs, and pull her towards me. I heard her giggle as I slipped my head under her shirt, giving me an eyeful of the captivating body hiding underneath. I dotted her inner thigh with soft kisses, her supple white skin a tasty treat on the way to the main course.

Miss Amber’s pussy had ripened overnight, emanating an arousing pungent scent. I fervently licked it from bottom to top, lapping up the juices that had quickly begun oozing from her delicious center, savoring every molecule, willingly losing myself in her essence.

“That’s a good boy,” she encouraged, wrapping her fingers in my hair, pressing me further into her. “Keep going.”

Overwhelming desire compelled me to press the flat of my tongue against her clit, and I began massaging her pleasure button with soft delicate pulses. This sent a shotgun blast through her nerves, and she yelped and pulled my hair in approval.

“Oh my god!” Miss Amber howled. “Fuck! Jesus, yes, right there, just like that. Please, don’t stop what you’re doing.”

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I had the fever now, and in my delirium I slipped my hands further up under her shirt and squeezed her breasts, twisting and pinching her hard erect nipples. I was savaging her on all fronts, assaulting her most sensitive areas.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She repeated it like a hymn between breaths, each verse faster and more frenzied, hot and heavy. “Don’t stop, god, don’t stop!”

Miss Amber sputtered and shook, and amidst her euphoria lifted her pelvis up, sending my head upward into the table with a thunk. I was seeing stars when I felt her pussy quiver and convulse around my tongue, and I answered back, giving her nipples one last hard pinch, activating her orgasm. It escaped from her throat in short, sharp bursts, leaving me to hold on for dear life as she bucked me around like a wild stallion.

The kitchen was wrapped in total silence afterward, save for our collective heavy breathing. Miss Amber was slouched in her chair, looking as satisfied as ever as I clawed my way out from under the table.

“Jeez, I think I got brain damage from that,” I said, standing up, nearly losing my balance.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Miss Amber between breaths. “I can get a little crazy when I come.”

“That’s an understatement. That’s twice now you’ve almost killed me.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to learn to adapt.”

With a sudden burst of energy Miss Amber bounded from her seat, coming at me with the force of a jungle cat.

“I have an idea.” She reached down into my boxers and wrapped her sweaty, slippery hands around my cock. “You should start working out. Ya know, start lifting weights. Build up some of that muscle I know you’ve got. You’re gonna need it for what I’ve got planned for us.”

She began stroking me, working her magic.

“Don’t you think it’s only fair? I mean, I look good for you don’t I? You know women my age don’t have a body like this without working for it.” Miss Amber fell to her knees and pulled my boxers down, revealing all six and a half inches of me, fully hard and craving release. “I bet you would look so hot. Don’t you wanna look hot for me. Don’t you wanna satisfy me?”

She took me gümbet escort into her mouth with the grace of an angel, swallowing the entirety of my cock down her throat. She made it look so easy, plunging and pulling me into her mouth, gliding me along the warm wetness of her tongue. She looked up to me, eyes pleading, begging me to agree to her terms. And I was in no position to deny her.

“Yes, I’ll do it,” I grunted. “I’ll do it for you Miss Amber. Anything you want.”

She smiled, and gifted me with a lover’s kiss on the tip of my cock before finishing me in her mouth. She gobbled up every last drop of pleasure I fed her, and as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my body shook, for a few brief moments I was nothing but eternal bliss.

II.

The locker room was mostly empty, save for a lone guy washing his hands, which I was grateful for. I wasn’t quite accustomed yet to the locker room atmosphere, to changing around other people under the bright lights and sterile smells. It reminded me of high school gym class, which I’d rather forget. But I was quickly realizing that no one gives a shit. Well, unless you’re an old man with no shame who walks around with his dick out, which, to my displeasure, happened more often than I expected. And even then people didn’t say anything.

It’s funny, I thought as I undressed. Just a few months ago I never would have imagined myself in a place like this.

At first just stepping foot in the gym was enough to make me anxious with thoughts of self-doubt. I was already self-conscious about my body, always had been. I was a naturally thin guy, so the prospect of being surrounded by bulging biceps and tight abs intimidated me, made me feel small and inadequate. But I pushed through those negative feelings, guided by the hope of Miss Amber, and the longer I forced myself to do it the easier it became, until eventually going to the gym was a normal part of my routine, and I looked forward to loosing myself there four times a week.

It of course didn’t hurt that the gym was full of eye candy, and my eye wandered like a kid at a candy store. Naturally half of the members were women, and a good portion of those women had the kinds of bodies the others were working hard to obtain. It was extremely difficult not to stare between sets, especially at those who were comfortable enough to work out in nothing but a sports bra and tight yoga pants. There was one girl in particular who really caught my eye, a blonde haired beauty with the kind of tanned athletic body and curvaceous booty that stopped both men and women in their tracks, and she knew it, often stopping to admire herself in the mirror in between sets of squats. I thought about attempting to spark a conversation with her, which is something I never would have dreamed of considering mere months ago, but I was intimidated, and besides, gym etiquette told me not to hit on women at the gym, so I never went through with it.

I did however make a gym buddy, a short, slightly portly Puerto Rican man named Luis. We met after he innocently asked what exercise I was doing, and soon we began casually working out together whenever our schedules happened to coincide. He was slightly older than me, and was working through many of the same issues of self-worth and confidence that I was dealing with, only he didn’t have someone like Miss Amber to coach him through them. So he talked, and I listened, and I did my best to share some of the same wisdom she had imparted unto me. It was actually really helpful to have someone to talk and listen to; it helped me better process and internalize my own feelings. In a way the gym had become a form of therapy, of both body and mind.

This day had been an especially therapeutic workout, and I left the gym feeling great. I had bench pressed one hundred pounds for three full sets; a new personal record. It was the greatest feeling in the world, knowing I had pushed myself beyond my own expectations. I was going to be really sore for the next few days, but I didn’t mind; in fact I enjoyed it. It was just my body telling me I was making progress. And I was making progress fast, building muscle at a rate I hadn’t anticipated. I guess that’s what happens when you pick up a weight for the first time in your life.

“Have a great day!” said the receptionist as I headed toward the exit, flashing me that “come again” smile she had no doubt been trained to do. She was quite pretty, sporting a jet black pixie cut and a shiny silver nose ring in her left nostril.

“Thanks!” I flashed her a quick smile back as I walked out the door, where I was greeted by the thick wetness of summer hanging in the parking lot air, an unpleasant feeling multiplied by the sweat still clinging to my skin. I couldn’t wait to get home and wash it off with a cold shower.

I arrived to find my father passed out in his recliner, having dozed off to a rerun of the old black and white Addams Family television show. This had become the new routine ever since he retired, and I didn’t quite know how to feel about it. I don’t think he knew what to do with all the free time he had, so naturally he began to fill that time with the konacık escort comfort of nostalgia.

I quickly hopped in the shower, and for a while I just stood there, enjoying the cleansing relief of the cold water rolling down my face. Working out in days like this made cold showers an almost transcendent experience, and I always took my time to enjoy them.

I was drying myself off when I received a text message from Miss Amber. I had a pretty good idea of what to expect as I picked my pants up off the floor and pulled my phone out of the pocket.

You know the drill! Show me what you got 🙂

Right on schedule. Miss Amber had been asking for progress pictures ever since I agreed to start exercising. She was holding me accountable, which was valuable because it allowed me to look back and see the changes in real time. Not to mention the whole ritual was sexy as hell, knowing that Miss Amber was looking at them, so I didn’t mind one bit.

I threw my boxers on and took a selfie in the mirror, shocked by how good I looked. My arms had gotten bigger, my shoulders were thicker, and my pecs had filled out slightly. I could even see the faint outlines of my abdominal muscles developing. It was plain as day; my hard work was paying off. The frail boy I had once believed I was forever fated to be was fading away, day by day, replaced by something better but no less recognizable. I was looking stronger and more masculine, which consequently made me feel more attractive and boosted my confidence significantly. I eagerly sent the picture, and started getting hard imagining Miss Amber’s reaction.

I was fully dressed and taking a short post-workout nap when she texted me back, and her response did not disappoint.

OMG you look so good. I can’t wait to take a bite out of you 😉 Keep it up! Proud of you!

This was just one way in which my relationship with Miss Amber had heated up in the days following our first night together. Now we were playing with each other on a whole new level. It started the following Monday, when she stole me aside in the staff lounge and had me lick that scrumptious pussy of hers. I of course was eager to please, and she rewarded me the next day by giving me a blowjob in the back of her car during our lunch break. And this is how it went on for a while every day at work, me going down on her one day, her sucking me off the next. Occasionally, on slower days, when she was feeling especially adventurous, she would hide me under the children’s desk, daring me to make her come hard enough to risk getting caught. I could tell she really enjoyed this, because she was always wetter than usual, and quicker to bring to climax. Her appetite was insatiable, to the point where if exercising hadn’t increased my already high libido I’m not sure I would’ve been able to keep up.

That was another benefit of working out. I found that I had a lot more energy and stamina, the kind I knew I needed if I wanted to make it to the end of whatever sexual adventures Miss Amber had in store for me next. My urges were more intense than ever, and she enjoyed teasing and taunting me about it. Whenever she sucked my cock she would challenge me to last longer than I did the last time, telling me that it was all over between us if I came before she said I could. Regardless of whether she meant it or not, I took her threats seriously, and it took all my effort to suppress the impulse to explode in her mouth as soon as I felt the desire to. But when she did finally give me permission, the wait was always worth it. My orgasms were absolutely incredible, and she always swallowed eagerly, never leaving a drop of evidence of our secret dalliance behind.

Frankly it was quite tortuous in certain aspects, but I never complained. By this point I knew Miss Amber’s MO. This was just another one of her trials. She was a blacksmith, and I was the sword, and she was hammering and folding me in the fires of discipline and control, sharpening me for the sole purpose of fulfilling both our fantasies.

For as unrelenting as she was though, Miss Amber knew how to balance her efforts with her trademark tenderness. She always kissed me after making her come, licking the taste of herself off my lips with a deep and passionate stamp of approval that never failed to lift my spirits. Those moments made all the sexual angst she was putting me through worth it.

Things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows for me however. Months earlier, in the beginnings of my tryst with Miss Amber, my father, tired of my procrastination and general apathy with finding a suitable university to attend in the fall, had taken the liberty of doing so himself. He spent all of his free time, of which he had plenty, researching, and eventually presented me with a handful of schools he thought would be suitable for me. Without giving it much thought I begrudgingly chose the closest one a few hours away, East Shores University, a midrange affordable college generic enough to suit those like myself who had no direction in life, but respectable enough that it would look good on a resume. My dad seemed pleased enough with the choice, but I was anything but. It felt like he had hijacked the trajectory of my life and taken the reigns himself, without giving me much say about it. Looking back now though I can’t say that I blame him. I was indecisive, and wishy-washy, and it was sabotaging my future, so my dad had no choice but to push me out. In a way it was a lot like what Miss Amber was doing. Only way, way less fun.

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I am typically a shy guy, with very little to say, typically in public.

Since my teenage years, I’ve enjoyed using my mouth in the sexual department more than not. I’m picky when it comes to my sexual partner. There needs to be some kind of connection. And besides, I like to know what I am getting in too.

One night I decided to join one of those BDSM fetish sites. After filling out my profile, I took a look around my area for what I wanted. The one thing I wanted, to have my face surrounded by some thick thighs and a dripping wet pussy.

In my profile it said, I want my mouth to be used for your pleasure only. No need for reciprocation, I have an oral fixation. Into dirty talk, humiliation, cream pie, squirting, face sitting, and generally just making me your personal pleasure bitch.

I messaged a couple of women, with a minimal response at best. It seemed like my ad and effort was a bust. Until this one woman messaged me. Saying, do you truly have an oral fixation? Guys just say that, but do a bait and switch.

I replied, yes I do have an oral fixation. I’d rather use my mouth more than having sex.

We continued to talk and get to know eachother. In our likes and dislikes. She said, she’s not a submissive woman by nature and if that’s what you want? That’s not her!

I told her, I’m more than happy to be submissive to what she wants. I am true to my word.

The escort bodrum day finally came to where she was ready to meet in person. She said, we’ll meet at a local pizza place. Talk to see if we have a connection and if we do click? We can go see a local that’s playing across town.

I see her walk in, wearing a sundress that came down just above her knees. Sporting some classy, but come fuck me heels on. That outfit was definitely was to make an impression and she dressed to kill. She is what guys dream and jack off too. Thick in all the right places. You could tell she played some kind of sports when she was younger. Her body was solid and firm. There was only a bit of a jiggle when she walked. We meet for a late lunch/early dinner. There’s some light chatter, my heart is racing and my cock is throbbing in my pants. On the outside I was cool and collected. On the inside, that was a different story. I was not paying attention to a word she was saying. All I could think about? What would she look like riding my face and telling me what to do. All I knew, I was in lust with this woman that had a build of a stocky gymnast.

She asked, are you ready to go? I didn’t know what to say, thinking? Did I blow it already? Was I supposed to say something or respond differently? Trying to be polite, I said, excuse me? She said, aren’t you paying attention to a thing turgutreis escort I’ve been saying? Didn’t want to show my hand per se. I replied, I just wanted to make sure I heard you right. Came you please repeat it again?

She learned in towards me and said in a stern and direct voice. I want to test to see if you are true to your word. I want to see how long it’ll take you to make me cum. Are you ready to go?

Without any hesitation, we made a bee line to my car. Made it back to my place. Got inside, she took my hand, guiding me to my own bedroom. She told me to go brush my teeth as she gets comfortable. When I came back? She was laying on her back with her muscular legs spread so wide that her feet touched the bed.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Speechless in the best way. In a stern voice she said to me. Okay bitch! Get over here and please me. I went in face, mouth, and tongue first! I knew this was my audition and didn’t want to mess this up!

She tasted so good, I couldn’t get enough and could lick and suck that pussy for hours! I made her cum 4 times, and I could feel her thick muscular thighs shaking and vibrating from her intense orgasmic pleasure.

Once she gained her composure back, she sat up and she gave me an evaluation of my performance. Saying, that you did a decent job and better than most guys. bodrum escort Still need some work and guidance. She then asked, would you like to become my personal pussy bitch? Before I had a chance to answer? She slaps me across the face and says, you don’t have a choice. You’re now my personal pussy bitch.

I own you now! From now on, you will only wear pink lace panties when you are around me. I replied yes ma’am. With each she had me dress a bit more feminine. Wearing lipstick thigh highs and even sexy heels. There was a time that she came over and I was doing my submissive pussy duties when I discovered something a little extra.

She proceeded to tell me that just before she came over? She met a guy at a gas station, and how they started tr talking. She was telling him how she had this pussy bitch and how she had been feminizing this person and how she wanted to take it to the next level. So we went in to the nasty bathroom right there and he fucked me like a cheap whore. What you’re tasting is his fat cum load.

I couldn’t say no, because to be honest? It turned me on even more. To know and taste this strangers cum. Only imaging what his cock looked like. How big and wide wide it could have been?

I was proud that I was in her mind? Earning the title she gave to me or gave to myself. Pussy Bitch!

I own and control you now bitch. You’ll do everything I want you too. Even if I want you to fluff my lovers. She exclaimed, you’d like to graduate to being my personal cock fluffing, dick sucking, cum thirsty slut! And if your good, I might let you watch up close and personal as he fucks me balls deep.

Thinking to myself. I can’t wait for my next challenge and title to be earned.

More to come

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I carry box after box up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment building. I finally got my own place. No roommates. No cleaning up after other people. No sharing bathrooms. It’s about damn time.

My parents are helping me pay for it, even though I make enough money to pay for it myself. The apartment is nothing too special, but it’s perfect. It has one bedroom with an attached bathroom and huge walk-in closet. A half bathroom by the front door. A cute balcony that’s big enough to have a reading space outside. It looks over the apartment’s pool, which is ginormous by the way.

I still have more things to move in, but I carry the TV up and set the big thing down and get to work on setting it up, along with everything else. I have only seen one other person here so far. It was a guy across the hall. He barely acknowledged me, so I guess I will introduce myself later.

Hours later I’m still unpacking and decorating, listening to Britney Spears as I go. This is the first time I’ll have my own balcony to hangout on… with wine and book of course. I’m outside hanging these cute string lights on the railing when I hear someone on the phone.

It’s then that I see him. The guy I saw earlier across the hall. He’s cute, now that I’m staring at him. And eavesdropping on his conversation. Oh crap, he hung up and saw me.

Before I can even think of what to do, he’s telling me to come across the hall so we can meet. I get all giddy because he’s cute and wants to talk to me. But he’s just being polite, so I can’t think that way.

“Maybe I can come over after I’ve unpacked some?” I say as I take a swig of wine. He eagerly agrees before saying, “I’m Chris, by the way.” He smiles and I notice how tan he is against his perfectly white teeth.

“I’m Ali… I’ll be over soon!”

I hear him go inside and say “Hey, the girl across the hall is-” before the door shuts out the rest of the sentence. A part of me is hoping he says hot but most of me is hoping he just says that I’m coming over to say hey.

I guess that means he has a roommate then? I’ll found out soon.

I go inside, finish my glass of wine, and put on a quick swoop of mascara. Then the nervousness hits and I’m wondering if I should knock or just walk in… he knows I’m coming but is it rude to just come in? Should I change clothes so I look cuter? Or would it be weird if he saw me 10 minutes ago and I changed just to introduce myself?

After applying a little mascara, I look at myself in the mirror to make sure I’m presentable. My brown hair is in a messy bun from a long day of moving, my green eyes look tired and my face is a little red from the moving and 2 glasses of wine. I wouldn’t categorize myself as beautiful, but I’m definitely not ugly. Add some mascara and I’m kinda pretty.

I look at the rest of me. I thank God that my parents made me participate in sports. My dad is some kind of manager for an NFL team. My mom is a writer, but is also a runner and blogs about running and living healthy. It’s pretty convenient for them. When he needs to travel, she can take work with her.

I’m short and still in shape from years of gymnastics. Even though I quit the university’s gymnastics team after 2 years to focus on school, I still have a pretty decent body. My boobs finally went up to a perky C cup after quitting and gaining a few pounds.

It’s times like these when I realize that overthinking does nothing more than make me nervous and I have no reason to be nervous. These jean shorts and tie dye t-shirt will have to do for now.

I grab another glass of wine and head over. I knock so I don’t come off as rude. Chris opens the door and his chocolate brown eyes light up and he gives me a hug. I’m not much of a hugging person, but I let it happen anyways. I walk in and he introduces me to Ryan, who doesn’t even look up from his phone as he says hey.

Chris is cuter than I thought. His brown eyes go perfectly with his tan skin and dirty blonde hair. He gets a beer out of the fridge, pops it open and takes a big swig.

He asks Ryan if he wants one. Ryan still doesn’t look up from his phone, but replies, “Yes. Please. I need alcohol.”

Chris tosses him a beer and Ryan looks up to catch it, finally noticing me. His mannerisms change from quiet and irritated to completely intrigued. He stands and heads my way, “Hey, sorry I wasn’t paying attention. Nice to meet you. I guess you’re our new neighbor then?”

He’s tall. Not as tan as Chris and his hair is very dark – almost black, but not quite. He’s halfway across the room when I realize I haven’t said anything back. “Uh yeah, I just moved in today.” Unsure of what else to say, I take a sip of wine. And then three more because he’s cute and I’m overthinking again.

Ryan comes up to me and shakes my hand, unlike the very enthusiastic hug from Chris. These two guys are very different in almost every way possible. We make small talk and it’s hard for me to focus because of the mixture of wine and Ryan’s beautiful eyes. I can’t bodrum escort quite figure out if they’re blue or green, but every time I almost reach a conclusion, I realize I’m in a daze and probably seem so weird just staring at him.

Ryan’s phone buzzes and that gets him out of his trance. “Sorry, this girl is driving me crazy. Oh, not you. I mean Caroline. She never leaves me alone. Oh man when she finds out I have a hot neighbor she’s gonna go nuts.”

Chris rolls his eyes and explains to me that Caroline is Ryan’s wannabe girlfriend. She has all these feelings… and she’s crazy. But he just wants to get through his senior year of college without being tied down. A wave of disappointment hits me, although I have no right to be disappointed when I don’t even know him enough to consider dating him.

“So y’all live here together?” I ask, hoping to make some conversation that doesn’t involve Ryan’s love life that I’m dying to know about… and get involved with.

“Yeah, we’ve been here a couple months. It’s nice. We’re actually having a party in a couple days. It’s my 22nd birthday!” Chris is beaming with excitement. “You should come!! And bring whoever you want!! It’s gonna be so fun! We’ll have a keg and mixed drinks. You won’t have to drink nasty wine.”

Before I even realize what I’m saying, I’m agreeing to come, hoping to get to see Ryan again. As if I don’t live across the hall and can see him every day. He’s already staring at his phone again with a very annoyed face. I want to know more about this Caroline chick. And how to get rid of her.

I hang out with them for a while. Talking about our majors and explaining to them that I want to be a doctor, but all I do is study and I need to live more before I get to med school. We decided that I’ll start living more at the party. It sounds like a good idea, but the only reason I want to even go to this party is to be around Ryan. What have I gotten myself into?

…

The next morning I get up early to go for a run. Chris is on the balcony when I get back to our building. “Hey Ali!! Wanna go to the pool? Me and Ryan are going!” That’s all he needed to hear. “Yeah! Let me change and I’ll be over in a minute!” I shout up to him before going upstairs in a hurry.

I put my hair up in a messy bun with the cutest bikini that I have. I want to look cute for Ryan, but don’t want it to be obvious that I’m trying.

My boobs look great in this top and the bottoms accent my athletic butt just right. The dark red compliments my warm skin color and I actually feel pretty hot. I make sure my boobs have the perfect amount of cleavage before I throw on a tank top and shorts and head out the door.

They’re both loading a cooler full of beer with no shirts on. I didn’t think either of them could get any better looking… but seeing them shirtless has changed my mind. Chris has the perfect body of a guy that lifts weights but drinks a little too much beer. His arms are perfectly toned and definitely doesn’t skip leg day. Ryan is a little skinnier to go with his taller body frame, but still very toned and has the sexy V that points straight down to his dick.

“Ali, do you want bud light or coors light?” Chris looks at me expectantly.

“Ummm, bud light is fine. I don’t need to drink though.”

Chris laughs at me. “Yeah, once you’re there, you’ll need to drink.” Great. Do I really want to go?

I love having a good time, but it’s so draining being around people that are loud and drunk… and from what they’re saying about the pool, I will probably need to drink just to deal with being social for so long.

If I had the guts I would just tell Ryan I want to stay here with him and see how big his dick really is. Shit. Stop it Ali! Maybe I should just consider Caroline as his girlfriend so I feel guilty for wanting him.

We walk over to the pool and I see why I would need to drink. Music is blasting, people are everywhere, and they’re all drunk. So this is what normal college kids do during the summer? I’ve always worked or took classes. I took the week off of work to move and decided to take the summer off of school before my last year of undergrad. Med school is going to be rough, so I should enjoy this while I can.

As I take my shorts and tank top off, I feel all eyes on me. Chris immediately yells, “Damn Ali! Looking good!!” Maybe Chris is already drunk…

He nudges Ryan to get his attention and he replies, “You’re right Chris. She is hot.” So he does think I’m hot? I’m relieved. I probably shouldn’t be, but I am.

I’m introduced to so many people that I’m forgetting names without even being drunk. I texted my best friend Jess and begged her to come. I didn’t need to beg. She loves stuff like this. I already told her all about Chris and Ryan and how I’m madly in lust with a guy I barely know. She’s excited to meet them and see if they’re as cute as I said they were.

I’ve had 2 beers by the time Jess gets there. I barely have a buzz, but bitez escort I’m so excited to see her that I nearly knock her down when she drops her bag at my feet. Her blonde hair flies everywhere as I crash into her.

“Ali!! Hey hot stuff!! Gimme a beer and some hot boys!!”

“Oh hush Jess. Look that’s Chris and that’s Ryan… everyone else’s names are a blur so I’m not even gonna try.” She laughs at me. Maybe I am more buzzed than I think.

Chris comes over and introduces himself and hands her a beer. We hop in the pool with him as he introduces Jess to everyone. It’s a nice refresher of names for me also. Ryan is with Caroline, not looking too happy. Her short black hair and dark brown eyes look cold and not as cute as I would expect for Ryan. Jess leans over and whispers, “So is that Ryan’s girlfriend thing? You’re way hotter than her. Don’t worry.” I know she’s already coming up with a plan to get Ryan and I together.

We hang out with everyone all day. I’ve drank more beer than I have all year and find myself playing a stupid drinking game with a bunch of drunk people that I don’t even know. After making out with some chick named Liz and keeping an eye on Ryan having a dull time with Caroline for hours, I’m almost ready to go in. Jess is wasted, so I guess she’s going to stay with me tonight.

Jess and I head upstairs to shower and change into comfy clothes when we hear a knock on the door. Chris saunters his way inside and plops on my big couch.

“Ya know, you two are beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”

Jess and I just look at each other, waiting for an explanation of what exactly he’s lucky for.

“I get to live next door to a girl that is smoking hot. And you know what?” Jess and I are still exchanging looks… “I’m gonna fuck her.”

“Ooookay Chris. Let’s get you to bed!” I nearly shoot up off the couch to help him across the hall. Jess thinks it is quite hilarious that I want Ryan but Chris wants me. I help Chris over to his bed and as I’m leaving his room I smack right into Ryan. He’s only wearing a bath towel around his hips and is still a little damp from the shower. I could lick him. It takes me a second to get that thought out of my head.

His question knocks the dirty thoughts away, “Oh hey. Sorry. Ummm were you in there with Chris?” It’s now that I realize it probably looks bad that I’m only wearing a big t-shirt and underwear.

“Oh no no no. I was helping him to bed. He came over and confessed his sexual desires for me… so I decided he needs to sleep that off.”

Ryan laughs at me and I notice how cute his one dimple is and the way his eyes scrunch up when his face is full of his grin. I can still smell the trace of beer on his breath. As disgusting as that is, I still want to kiss him.

No. I can’t. He has a girlfriend… thing. Crap, now he’s looking at me. Waiting for me to say something.

“Well anyways. I’m gonna head back over to my place.” I start walking away and he grabs my hand. If he could hear my thoughts about how much I want to get in his bed with him… “By the way, Caroline isn’t my girlfriend. Chris says she kinda is… but I don’t have feelings for her.”

“Oh.”

Okay, Ali… play it cool. Don’t act like you’ve just received the best news in your life. “Well good because you don’t seem very happy with her… and you could do better. I know I don’t even know you, but you could do so much better.” And now I’m rambling. He’s the only person to ever make me nervous.

He gives a happy smirk and simply says, “I know.”

I want to jump on him and kiss him everywhere I can. Instead, I hold myself together. “Goodnight Ryan. I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.”

“Night Ali. I hope you do.”

I go home and Jess is passed out on the couch. Whatever, she can stay there. I’ve gotta shower and get to bed so I can be fully energized for apartment shopping tomorrow with my mom.

…

After my run, going to a million different stores with my mom, and updating Jess on the uneventful but very informative conversation with Ryan, I need a nap. Jess is coming over at 8 and we’re going to get ready together before we head over. I assume she will be sleeping on the couch again tonight. That’s if she doesn’t find a hot guy to sleep with.

I wake up to my phone ringing very loud and right in my face. Shit. I slept so much later than I planned. Jess is at my door waiting for me. I open it to find Chris, already drinking. Before I can say anything he frantically tells us that he told some of his girl friends that they could hang out at my place and get ready there if they want so they can start drinking. I actually don’t mind if they do, so I leave the door unlocked as we get ready.

After we shut the door, Jess turns to me, “HA I wonder if he remembers saying he wants to fuck you!”

We laugh about it as we apply makeup and do our hair.

“Hello????” I hear a bunch of giggly girls coming in. I walk around the corner bodrum merkez escort and the first person I see… Caroline. I guess she doesn’t know that I want to fuck her boyfriend thing, so she likes me for now.

“Hi everyone!! Come on in. All the beer is at Chris’s place across the hall, but feel free to get ready here! You can use the bathroom by the front door if ya want.”

I run into the room before anyone else can hear me tell Jess, “Holy shit. The first person I saw come in was Caroline!!”

“No, not the bitchy girlfriend thing!!”

“YES!” Oh no. Jess is going to be so entertained tonight.

I hear more giggling and music in my kitchen. “Who wants tequila shots?!” Oh lord. Fuck it. I’m getting smashed tonight. By alcohol and hopefully by Ryan. Shit. Stop thinking things like that!

After a couple shots and lots of makeup everywhere, we’re ready for the party. We all dance and party over to Chris’s where he’s standing on the counter, chugging a beer. Caroline immediately marches over to Ryan. His eyes are rolling before she takes 2 steps in his direction. He looks at me and smiles, then dodges her and runs to the bathroom.

I grab some party juice and watch as Caroline bitches to her friend about Ryan avoiding her. I guess I’m a little tipsy because I head for the bathroom. What am I doing?

I knock and Ryan opens the door a little, sees it’s me and yanks me in. “Hey! I almost spilled my pj!”

“Did Caroline see you come in here? How long do you think I should stay before she realizes I’m trying to get away from her?”

“You live here… you could have just gone in your room…”

“But she would have followed me! If I go to the bathroom, she won’t follow me.”

I get it now. Wow, quick thinking. He must have read my mind because he says, “I’ve done this a few times.”

I’m laughing at him and watching his bluish-green eyes sparkle as he laughs and takes a sip of his beer.

“Hey Ali, you’re beautiful.”

“Oh. Um. Thanks. I don’t always go around without makeup and my hair in a messy bun. People would think I was sickly or something.”

“No. You’re just beautiful. Yesterday at the pool, I was dying to come up to you and tell you how amazing you looked. Caroline was in the way, of course. But now that she’s not here…”

I’m blushing and smiling and so nervous and so excited all at once…

He’s gonna kiss me. I’m midthought and he has me up against the wall. His hands are above my head and his lips are on my neck, lightly kissing a line up to my ear. He nips my earlobe and whispers, “God, you’re fucking perfect. I want to fuck you so bad.”

I’ve known this guy for 2 days and I would let him fuck me however he wants… this is bad.

But I still wrap my hands around his neck and can’t help but moaning a little. Finally he grabs my face and kisses me. His tongue is playing with mine, his lips are the perfect mix of soft but forceful. His scent is masculine but fresh. He lightly bites my bottom lip, sucking just enough to make me need more.

He stops. His beautiful eyes are looking deep into my soul. I know he’s wondering how far I’ll go with him. Right here. In this bathroom. Now that I think about it, boy bathrooms are gross… this one really isn’t bad, but I would prefer somewhere that’s not a bathroom.

“We should get back to the party. I can’t do this right now… Caroline is going to be looking for me and that would be a huge boner kill if I heard her voice right now.”

I giggle at his misery. He’s laughing too, shaking his head because he knows that he has a whole night of avoiding her ahead of him.

“Okay. Seriously. We have to get back out there.” At least he sounds disappointed. “Just one more kiss.” And he kisses me again before opening the door to the party.

We go back out and I immediately find Jess and update her on the exploration of my mouth and how he actually mentioned fucking me.

“No way! You totally need some dick. Fuck him tonight!! Then I can sleep in your bed without your snoring keeping me up!!” She’s such a tease. We finish our drinks and grab another round. For the next couple hours everyone dances, does keg stands, and doesn’t notice the looks Ryan and I are exchanging. People eventually start leaving and Ryan is walking my way.

I’m getting nervous again. What’s he going to do?

“Caroline is in my fucking bed. What do I do?”

Jess is giggling, doing a trash job of hiding it too.

I know exactly what he can do. “Jess, you can sleep on the couch and Ryan can sleep with me. Sound good Ryan?” I have a huge grin because I know Jess will be shocked. So much for her plan of my big comfy bed to herself.

Ryan’s face is surprised… We had a hot makeout session and he’s surprised that I want him in my bed?

Before he can say anything else, I grab his hand and am leading him across the hall. He’s following me eagerly, a little drunk, but very eager.

Jess follows us and locks the door behind her. I hear her say goodnight as we shut the door.

This is it. I take off my clothes, stripping completely naked. I watch as his face is in heaven as my boobs easily slip out of my lace bra that just happens to match my lace thong. I slowly slide the thong down my legs and climb into bed. “You coming? Or are you just gonna stand there in awe?”

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He was probably her best friend. He was there when she needed an ear, a shoulder. A great friend but never more, every time a man would break he heart he would be there to listen and hold her but he never asked that she let him “hold” her. Until one day…

They worked together every Saturday night and closed up the store around midnight. They were running slightly behind tonight due to a last minute straggler. As he finished up everything she said she needed to use the ladies room and excused herself. He had no idea the surprise that awaited him when he came out of the office and all the lights to the storage room where off.

He felt a firm hand push him against the door, and full warm lips pressed against his. Instinctively he let his lips part as her tongue found his. He knew she was finally ready to love him. It had always been there an untapped emotion between them. She would not risk losing him as a friend if their love could not last. He didn’t want to try to force her to love him and lose her all together.

Their kiss continued in the darkness. He placed his hands on her face and held her, as he had wanted to hold her for so long. She held him at the waist. As much as he didn’t want to rush her he couldn’t ignore the bulge growing steadily against his leg.

He broke the kiss and held her face in between his palms.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Let this be your answer.”

She walked away from him and he heard the lights switch click. He shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness. As his eyes adjusted he knew she wanted to go through with it. She stood before him as she had a Halloween night a few years ago, an image that had a common place in his imagination many a night.

Her sleek brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore black rimmed glasses that made her brown eyes glint beautifully. Her d-cup breasts were held tight by a white button down shirt which was tied in a bow accenting her smooth tan stomach. A short plaid skirt, that he remembered being slightly longer, barely covered her perfect girl next door butt. White stockings hugged her long sensuous legs stopping half way up her thighs.

She walked towards him and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze which caused a moan to escape her sweet lips. He paused not wanting to force her.

“Do you real…”

She placed a finger on his face; the stubble of his beard tickled her finger tip.

“Please teacher I need to get my grades up somehow.” She was about a foot shorter than him so she looked up from under her bangs and slowly slipped her other index finger in her mouth and sucked it.

He couldn’t postpone his feelings any more. He slipped a hand around her uncovered back and pulled her close kissing her full on the mouth. His cock set hard against her pelvic bone.

He moved from her lips to her neck, moving very slowly taking time to give her bodrum escort bayan ear a little nibble. She once again let a sigh of pleasure escape, she had told him so many intimate things and he remembered. His right hand held its place at her breast slipping inside the shirt caressing it slow and tenderly. His left moved around and pulled her skirt up above, she knew exactly what would turn him on the black boy shorts hugged her ass perfectly. It took everything he had not to come right then.

Grabbing her hand he opened the door to the office and pulled her inside. He spun her around and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her skirt up sitting her on the desk sending pens and paperwork sprawling.

“Well now lets see if we can figure how you can get up those grades.” He said kissing his way down her to her perfect tits.

He slowly undid the shirt with his teeth exposing her orange bra. He slid the shirt off her back kissing her on the forehead as he did so. The snaps on the bra came free easily as they embraced in a passionate kiss. Her breasts sprang free when he pulled the bra down her arms. He took his time; kissing all over both of them sucking and nibbling the nipples like she had told him had happened in high school that had made her crazy as she was now.

She wrapped her legs around him again pulling him to her. She moaned scratching into his back. He felt her wetness and warmth saturating his crotch. He thrust forward making sure she felt his cock against her moist mound.

“Please Greg, FUCK ME!!” Ashlynn screamed throwing he hair back.

“Shhhh.” He said kissing his way down her stomach finding her treasure trove.

Greg slid her underwear down her legs taking care not to remove her stockings. He pulled her skirt up to her stomach and was mesmerized by her beautiful sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a perfect triangle pointing towards a gateway of pleasure. Her slit had no hanging lips no worn out look. It was perfect, the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen.

He began by kissing his way from her belly button down to her triangle, making every kiss slow and passionate. He lifted her so he could have a better view. He spread her lips and kissed her clit, savoring her sweet taste like that of honeysuckle in the first days of spring. Ashlynn ran her hands through his hair and pressed his face into her mound his stubble adding extra sensation as his tongue found every sensitive spot her slit had to hide. She screamed out in pleasure as he slipped a finger inside her finding her g-spot with ease. She couldn’t hold back anymore as her body sending multiple gushes of her juices over his face. It didn’t deter him he kept his finger inside her mouth over her clit sending her over the edge multiple times. She leaned forward putting her hands under his chin bringing him up to kiss her.

“Do you like your taste?” He asked gümüşlük escort running his finger around her lips.

She answered by taking his finger in her mouth and licking it clean. She kissed him again, and rubbed her hand over the bulge in his pants that was begging for release. She gently pushed him back, stepping down she sat him in a desk chair and slid his jeans to the floor. Three inches of his rock hard cock stuck through the hole in his boxers. She removed his shirt revealing his defined chest. She kissed his chest knowing it would drive him wild if she bit his nipples, so she did making sure her tits touched his cock causing it to twitch exposing more of his man meat.

“It looks like I got something up Teacher.” She said in her baby doll voice.

“Indeed you did, now tell me what are you going to do about you naughty little bitch.” Greg said smacking her on the ass, leaving a red mark.

She bit her lower lip and tensed up as a surge of pleasure passed over her. He was making her orgasm without even touching her pussy. She wanted him, she needed him, and he is hers.

She pulled Greg’s boxers down revealing his 9″ long monster. It was thick and veined down it entire length. He took pride in his cock, keeping his pubic hair trimmed with a thin line making its way to his navel. She kissed her way down his body making sure to nuzzle in his hair taking in his musty scent.

“Teacher, what’s that?!” She cooed in her baby doll voice.

“Well, that is lollypop, and it’s all yours.”

“Really, maybe I should lick it.” Her tongue darted out moving up the length of his shaft.

Greg moaned pursing his lips. “If you want the full flavor you need to do more than that you naughty little girl.”

She gently massaged his balls as she kissed up and down the length of his cock. Every time her lips touched his member he moaned. He placed his on her check with a loving touch moving to the back of her head pulling her ponytail down. Her mouth enveloped his cock as he pushed her down on him.

Grunts filled the room when she wrapped her hands around the shaft of his rod and pumped in time with her mouth. Her tongue caressed the sensitive area under the head of his cock. She took her time loving his rock hard member just as he had with her cunt. The view of her lips wrapped around him cock with her hair flowing around her face along with her hand and tongue work were enough to send him over the edge. He took his hands and held her head on as he shot spurt after spurt of his juice down her throat, all the while she swallowed every drop.

“Oh that was a good lollypop Teacher, especially the creamy center.”

“Thought *huff* you might *huff* like it.”

Her face was flushed as when Greg stood up and laid her on her back on the floor. She wanted him inside her to fill her and hold her afterward. Greg kissed her on the forehead mumcular escort working his way down to her full tits absorbing their warmth. He put his knees on either side of her positioning his semi-hard cock between her breasts.

“Do it Teacher fuck my big tits.”

“My we are a naughty student aren’t we, you dirty little cunt!” he leaned down kissing her hard.

He pressed her tits together completely covering his dick. It was still slick with her spit so it slid easily back and forth as she thumbed her clit. When his cock would emerge she would gently flick her tongue out like a snake, making him groan intensely when it touched his head.

She could feel his rod recovering with every thrust between her full tits. His hands where roaming all over her beautiful tits making short work of her nipples between his strong fingers. Ashlynn moved her free hand down to her snatch slicking it with her juices she moved back up to Greg’s well muscled ass. She slowly moved her hand down his crack letting her nectar spread over his tight hole. She slid her finger in before he could think on a back stroke.

“Oh, babe, finger my fucking hole. Your tits feel so good.”

“Teacher, I need it!”

“Say you fucking cunt, beg me for it!” Greg said moving down so his cock was hovering inches from her cunt.

“Please Teacher, put you big cock in my little pussy. Fuck my hole like you’ve always wanted.”

He couldn’t hold off anymore, he thrust forward his cock slipping easily into her waiting slit. He leaned forward with a long stroke his cock rubbed her g-spot sending her over the edge. She dug her nails into his back leaving long scratches, her pussy clutched hard around his dick. He held his position kissing her full on the mouth.

“There’s something I’ve need to tell Ash.” Greg whispered in her ear.

“What, am I doing something wrong? Gre…”

He kissed her again. He looked deep into her eyes the love was in the open now. They didn’t have to worry about losing each other, they were meant to be. He hugged her and she wrapped her legs around him, the stockings smooth silk felt soft on his skin. He stood still holding her on his member. He moved towards the door putting her back against it. He slowly began thrusting in and out of her sweet sex.

“You…you’re my first Ash.” He said in a moaning voice.

“But you, oh God it feels so good, you know so much.” Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip pure ecstasy on her face.

“I’ve watched a lot of porn.” He said laughing.

His thrusts were becoming quicker as his climax neared. He moved back away from the door letting Ashlynn rest upon his cock as his semen exploded into her causing her to bite into his shoulder blade as climax racked her body. He sat down on the desk his cock still inside her. They embraced.

“Ash, I love you, I only want to love you, I’ve always loved you.” He said kissing her.

“I love you too, Tea…I love you too, Greg.”

They held each other for awhile longer before leaving together, off to finally be together.

“A lot of porn, huh.” She said holding his hand as they walked out. “What’s your favorite kind?”

He pulled her close kissing her, and whispered in her ear as he grabbed her ass, “Anal.”

To Be Continued…

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I turn up at your house in the early afternoon. It’s a warm day and I am wearing a couple of t-shirts, a pair of combat trousers and boots. You smile at me, and I can’t help blushing slightly. You usher me in.

You offer me tea and I accept a glass of water. We sit in your kitchen. We don’t make too much small talk. We each know why I am here, and we are only passing time until we can get down to it.

I say that I only have a couple of hours before I have to set out for the airport. You smile and say that that’s plenty of time. I am trembling, almost imperceptibly – I haven’t been this excited since I was last on a first date.

“Just before we start,” you say casually, “what about ground rules? I mean, I assume nudity’s okay?”

“Oh yeah,” I say, feigning a casualness I don’t feel. “I don’t normally do this clothed anyway, so…”

“You said in your profile that sex was no problem…” you say tentatively. I smile and nod, a little nervous.

“No, I’m fine with that,” I say. “You can do what you like with me. Use me,” I add with a smile. You raise your eyebrows slightly and smile back. God, I am getting aroused.

“Okay then,” you say, standing up. “Shall we go in?”

I follow you into the living room. There on the floor is the paddling pool. I am taken aback by the dozens of pies laid out on every available flat space…the six buckets of cake batter in various glossy shades of dayglo pink, green and blue…the packets of eggs…

“Wow,” I say with a small nervous laugh, “is that all for me?”

“Why don’t you take off your clothes except for your t-shirt and shorts,” you say in a somewhat curt voice. “Then kneel in the paddling pool.” I am suddenly aware that we’ve started, and that our relationship has changed; you’re no longer the charming host, you’re the master, and I am no longer the anxious-to-please guest, I’m the victim.

I kneel down obediently and unlace my boots, then I take off my socks. I pull my black t-shirt over my head, revealing the cheap white one I bought in Marks and Spencer a couple of hours earlier. Then I slide my combats down my legs, revealing the blue boxer shorts I also bought, and am wearing in place of my ordinary boxers, which are in my bag. You smile that I’ve come prepared. I step gingerly over the pies and into the paddling pool, where I kneel.

I look up at you, fearfully. You pick up a box of a dozen eggs and come forward. I raise my head and look up at you. You take an egg out of the box and break it on my forehead. It slides down over my face and I shut my eyes, making a little gasp. You break another, then another, then another. The egg flows over my face, spilling down the front of my t-shirt, pooling in my lap and sliding down my bare legs. You break more and more eggs over my head, and then you tilt my head forward slightly and break them on the back of my head so that they slide down my back. I whimper. I have never done this with a man before, and I feel that you have total power over me.

When the box is empty, my head is covered with a thin coating of glossy egg white and burst yellow yolk. I raise my head and blink it out of my eyes. You can see the bulge in my shorts already.

“You want more?” you say, smiling cruelly.

“Oh özbek escort yes please…” I sigh. You pick up a bucket of cake batter and raise it over my head. I lift my head and look up at it, knowing what you are going to do and half-wishing that you wouldn’t. You tilt the bucket and the pale green gunge pours out, flowing over my forehead and down over my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth wide to breathe as it covers my face completely, oozing swiftly down onto my t-shirt and into my lap. “Oh, God…” I gasp. I can’t see anything. When it has stopped flowing, you say “You can wipe your eyes,” and, gratefully, I do so.

As soon as my vision is clear, I can see the pie starting to move. It smashes into my face. “GLPPP!” I moan. You follow it up with one on each side of my head and a fourth one on the top. I kneel, shaking as you pie me. I wait for the pie-crust to fall off my face and as soon as I can breathe, I gasp and moan. The other ones slither down the sides of my head.

“Take off your t-shirt,” comes your voice, slightly muffled by the pie goop still covering my ears. I grab the hem of my now filthy t-shirt and pull it up over my head, stripping it off me. Now I am just in my shorts. My chest is smooth and white. You smash a pie into my chest and another in my face, smearing it up over the top of my head. “Oohhh!” I gasp. Then I feel you pull back the waistband of my shorts and push another cool, oozing pie over my bare arse, before letting the waistband snap back, then pulling it forward at the front and shoving another pie into my crotch, where it chills my swollen cock and balls. I cry “Ohh God!” – now you’ve done it, now you’ve shown how far you’re prepared to go.

I shiver, partly with arousal, partly with the cool gunge on my skin. You slap a pie into my face and plant another on the back of my head, squeezing them together, mushing the gunge into my eyes. I make a muffled “MMMBLL!” When you let go, the pies drop off.

I hear you step back a little. I am slightly stunned at what you’ve already done to me. I’ve only been in your flat for twenty minutes, and already my head is a shapeless mass of gunge, my chest is smeared with goo and my shorts are filled with melting pie mess.

“Take your shorts off,” you say. I rise up off my heels and, hanging my head in shame, I slowly slide my blue boxers down over my hips. I’m not wearing anything underneath them. I uncover my arse and my crotch, bits of cream and crust still mashed over them, and I slide the shorts under my knees, then down my legs and off, discarding them on the floor of the paddling pool. I sink down onto my heels again, naked, my hands in my lap. I know you are getting off on the sight of me, a young naked man, being humiliated like this, and so am I.

You hit my face with a pie sandwich, one on each side. Then you take my arms and pull them behind my back – the pies still clinging to my face – and you smash a pie, and then another one, over my exposed cock and balls. I gasp with the cold and the pies slide off my face. You slap another pie over my bare arse, for good measure, rubbing it well in. I’ve only been naked with other men a few times, and never done azeri escort anything as humiliating as this.

You let me wipe the inches-thick gunge off my face, then you place a bucket of yellow cake batter in the paddling pool. It’s a big, wide, deep bucket. You take me by the neck and gently but firmly pull me forward so that I’m on my hands and knees, then you thrust my head all the way into the bucket of batter, until my forehead touches the bottom. It closes around my neck. I let out helpless bubbling sounds. Then you let go of my neck. I pull my head out, gasping for breath. My head is a completely shapeless blob of bright yellow gunge – you find it very arousing, with the rest of my naked body smeared with pies and gunge but still pink and slender and firm. There is just an O at the front of the yellow blob of my head, where I’m breathing through my mouth. You slam a pie into my face and I make a frustrated whimper. You sandwich my head with another couple of pies and land a fourth on the top, then you pie my chest and upper back, smearing it over my shoulders and neck. My hands are thrust into my crotch and I’m stroking my stiff cock and moaning.

You clear some of the gunge from my face, so I can see you. I look up at you, blinking the goo out of my eyes with my long eyelashes, and you break egg after egg over my face. I have to hold my breath and keep my eyes shut as they burst over my nose and brow, and when at last you have finished, you take a bucket of pink cake batter and simply turn it upside down and lower it over my head.

Everything for me goes dark and muffled and sweet-smelling. The cool batter is flowing over my naked body and I can’t see or hear a thing. I just know that you are watching your naked victim kneeling in the pool of gunge, helplessly aroused as you mess him up more and more.

You lift the bucket off my head and I blink, moaning “Ooohhh…” as the pink gunge slithers down over my hips and into the crack of my arse. “Stand up,” you say sharply. I struggle to my feet – the three-inch pool of gunge on the floor of the paddling pool is slippery – and I stand docilely with my hands by my sides.

You approach me with a pie in each hand. You crouch down and, to my surprise, you pie my still relatively clean calves. Then you pie my knees and thighs, then my arse, then my groin, then my belly, and so on until, slowly and methodically, you have pied every last clean inch of my naked body, finishing me off with one on the back of my head, one on each side, another on the top and a last one smack in my face. “Ummhhh…” I whimper behind the round, brown pie-crust as it hangs on my face. Abruptly it is broken up by a second one. I can feel the weight of the gunge on my head. I stagger a little.

A pie is pushed into my groin and smeared around, sensuously. I moan. You pie me there again, rubbing it in. Then I feel your hands on my shoulders, pushing me down.

I get to my knees, and then I can feel the heat of your body through your t-shirt and shorts, close to me – then your cock is pushing through the mask of pie-crust and goo and pushing at my lips. I open my mouth in surprise and you push in, your stiff cock filling my mouth. türkmen escort “MMMFFF!!” I squeal. You hold my head and I grasp your legs as you begin to fuck my mouth. I wrap my tongue around your cock and taste the whole length of you as you pump into my mouth. The pie is slowly oozing off my face – I feel the lumps of crust fall away, I blink, and I can glimpse your belly through a thin veil of cream – I look up at you, trying to see your face, but you humiliate me by pushing another pie down over my eyes, even as I’m sucking you off. I moan.

You have me where you want me – naked, covered from head to foot in gunge, utterly filthy and allowing you to take my mouth. At this moment, I would let you take me anyhow you wanted to. I shudder and whimper as I caress your cock with my tongue and lips and suddenly you seem to know what I want you to do, because you pull out of me.

“You want me?” you ask, your breathing harsh and urgent.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Where do you want me? You want me to fuck you in your boy-pussy, is that it?”

“Oh yes please,” I say, excited.

“Are you my bitch?” you rasp into my ear.

“Yes I am,” I sob.

“Say it! Say you’re my messy little bitch!”

“I’m your messy little bitch,” I whimper, and you shove me back so that I sprawl in the gunge on the floor of the paddling pool. You are far from tender. You roll me onto my belly and make me kneel, facing away from you, then you pick up a pie with one hand and grab my hips with the other, shoving your cock between my gooey, besmeared buttocks. I can’t believe I am letting you do this to me, but I want it so much, I want you to enter me.

Fortunately, we are both well lubricated. I gasp with the pain as your cock stabs my tight anus, but then I feel you slithering up inside me, filling my arse with your stiff cock, splitting me, and it feels fantastically dirty and forbidden. I moan with lust as you quickly and roughly shag me in my arsehole. “Oh Jesus!” I groan, with a mixture of agony and ecstasy, and the pressure of you inside me is making my cock build up, there is nothing I can do, I am so aroused by you taking me like this – and then you push the pie into my face and I feel you coming inside me, and I can’t help it anymore, I come helplessly all over the floor of the paddling pool, moaning muffled into the pie you are holding in my face. My legs give way and I collapse, sprawling on my belly, my face falling into the pool of gunge, you on top of me, your cock still firmly up my arse. I give a delirious little gurgling whimper.

You are panting. I think we were both surprised by how it ended. Gingerly, you pull out of me and stand up. I raise my blinded face out of the pool of goo and gasp for breath.

“You okay?” you ask softly.

“Oh yeah,” I pant. And the only visible feature on my face is a huge, blissful smile.

Thirty minutes later, I’ve showered and have finished dressing. Nobody would ever know that I had been made to strip, been pied and gunged all over my naked body, and had my mouth and my arse taken by an almost total stranger. I am clean and respectable again. I help you with some of the cleaning up, then I have to get the Tube. You see me off at the door of your flat, and we smile warmly at each other.

I go down the stairs, my arsehole still tingling slightly from you fucking me. As I get to the hallway on the ground floor, I stop and take out my phone. I have to text my girlfriend about meeting me at the airport. When she asks me “Have a good trip?”, I wonder what I’m going to tell her…

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My wife Sheila has decided today, that she was going to quit smoking. She had heard that being hypnotized was worth a try.

“Will you find me a hypnotist?”

I told her that I would.

I could never refuse her a thing. She is an absolutely gorgeous woman. When we first met in college, I first noticed her long black hair and blue eyes.

Once I got to know her, I realized that there was so much more to her than just her looks.

But there’s stil no changing the fact she’s 5’7″ with long legs and big tits. Her ass is absolutely perfect, too.

She did have one flaw, though. As I said already, she smoked.

It was a bad habit that she tried to quit a couple of times already.

Now I was going to try and help her accomplish this goal.

I looked on the computer for a while and finally found someone. For what ever reason, he sounded familiar to me.

I called the office to make an appointment and then realized the connection.

The hypnotist happened to be an old friend of my next door neighbor, Sam.

I made the appointment for this afternoon. So we had plenty of time before we had to leave.

When I told her about the place and time of the appointment, I tried to convince her that we still had plenty of time to fool.

She laughed and said, “You know, if this works, I’m going to have to keep my mouth busy for a while. You know, to keep the oral craving away.”

I only had one thing for that. So I sat down next to her and pulled out my cock.

It was a bold move but I hoped she would take the bait. Or should I say, the cock.

“You’re always horny, aren’t you? Well, I don’t see why not. You’ve been a good boy.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. She kissed me and then kneeled down in front of me and got between my thighs.

She then proceeded to pull her hair back into a ponytail. By the time she started to gently lick my cock, I was already dripping.

I loved the way she would nibble the head and then look deep into my eyes. It drove me crazy with lust.

I wanted to grab her head and start thrusting into her mouth, but I knew better. She hated that. Instead, I kept my hands at my sides and clawed at the cushions.

I wanted this to last for a while. But she was a great cock sucker and I knew I would soon be in trouble. She began to take me deeper into her mouth.

She knows what I like and this felt so good.

Suddenly, she pulled me out of her mouth.

I looked at her with desperation. My cock was throbbing in the air. It was begging for the wet velvety texture of her mouth, again.

“Remember to tell me when you’re going to cum, okay?”

Sheila never would swallow my semen. In my opinion, that was another one of her bad habits.

Then I thought to myself something devilish. Maybe the hypnotist could fix that too?

She resumed her cock sucking and soon had me to the edge of climax. My dick got harder than steel. When I felt my balls fill up, I knew I was about ready to burst.

I thought about keeping quiet and seeing her reaction to receiving a big mouthful of my semen.

But she was on to me.

She pulled me out of her mouth and said, “I know you’re ready to cum. Your dick just got harder and bigger in my mouth. You weren’t going to try and pull a fast one on me and cum in my mouth, were you?”

I looked guilty and blamed it on the ecstasy she was giving me. She laughed and went back down on my aching cock.

Then, to top it off, she took her hand and slid it under my balls. She began slowly massaging them. They were so full and ready to burst. She must have felt it, too.

I couldn’t control my hips and I began thrusting a little into her mouth. Just before I came, I told her.

She didn’t pull away. I was ecstatic. She was finally going to swallow my semen.

Just as I began to shoot, she quickly removed her mouth. Her timing was perfect, if you asked her.

She stroked my cock as I shot wad after wad of cum all over myself.

She was aiming it all over me, amused by her new squirt toy. When it finally stopped, I was quite a mess.

She said, “Okay lover, here’s your chance. If you eat it, so will I.”

She was smart and knew that after I came, all I wanted to do was relax.

I looked at her hand as she brought it up to my mouth. It was absolutely covered in semen.

“What’s the matter?” she asked as innocently as she could.

I didn’t say a word. Instead I sucked a finger in my mouth. When I swallowed it, it was hot and salty. Definitely something right out of a “Fear Factor” show for a guy.

I thought I’d get her to finally eat it after that.

“Like I already told you; when you eat it, so will I. Not just a taste, the whole load.”

She took her hand and scooped up a handful. There was no way I was going for that.

“Just what I thought, but it was a nice try. Was it tasty?”

She got up and left the room to go clean up. I heard her chuckling from her last comment.

I sat there numb. I knew the only way she was ever going to chow on my spunk was to get her hypnotized. feriköy escort

As we drove over to the hypnotist’s office, Sheila was completely unsuspecting of my plan.

When we arrived, we both saw his diplomas and certificates all over his walls. It was actually, quite impressive.

When the hypnotist popped in, he looked perplexed.

“My name is Sam. Have we already met somewhere else?”

I told him that my neighbor is a good friend of his.

“Of course,” he laughed. “You’re name is Jack.”

Then he turned to Sheila and asked if she was ready to start.

“I need to use the little girl’s room first.”

I told her to go ahead and I would fill out the forms for her while she was gone.

When Sam asked me what she wanted done. I told him there were two things: one was for her and one for me.

He smiled and said, “What did you have in mind?”

I told him that she wanted to quit smoking and I wanted her to start doing something for me.

“Is it sexual?”

I told him it was.

He laughed and said, “I understand completely. Your wife is a beautiful woman. Besides, any friend of Sam’s is a friend of mine.

Tell me what’s on your mind?”

I was embarrassed, but somehow explained to him that Sheila wouldn’t swallow my cum.

Just then Sheila returned. He ushered us into the room and explained that I could stay if I wanted to watch.

We sat down in the room. It was dark and small.

Sam explained, “We don’t want any distractions. That’s why the room is so small. Some people need several sessions to achieve success and some are very susceptible to it. I hope this works for you the first time.”

Sheila smiled and said, “I hope so, too.”

I was also hoping; hoping she would begin to swallow cum.

When he began, he told her to concentrate on his voice. He told her to relax and to look at the clock.

He went on for a while. I was starting to feel pretty relaxed too.

He said, “You will no longer want to smoke and it will nauseate you if you try.”

He continued, “You will also find the taste of semen delicious, from now on.

When you wake up, you will never want to smoke again and semen will taste like your favorite candy. You will also have no recollection of this.”

I must have dozed off because Sheila was also awake now, I noticed. Jim asked her if she remembered anything.

“No, I can’t remember a thing. It’s remarkable; I hope this works.”

As we left, Jim told me that he hoped everything worked out for me. He said this with a grin.

She went the whole day without a cigarette. That night we decided to celebrate.

We drank and danced and had a great time. A strange thing happened at the bar, however. A man was smoking as I was ordering a drink and I felt a little nauseated.

Sheila saw the look on my face and wanted to know if I was alright. As soon as we walked away from the smoke I felt better. I noticed the smoke didn’t seem to bother her at all.

When we got home, I figured I’d try to keep the celebration going. I wanted to see if the hypnosis had worked on her.

If it did, I’d finally see her swallow the big load, that I had waiting for her in my balls.

She said, “Please go and get some more wine, we’re out. If you do, you might even get lucky.”

I swear I broke the sound barrier. When I returned, Sheila looked depressed.

“I don’t know what happened to me. I felt the urge to smoke. So, I took a few puffs and I didn’t feel anything bad. I’m sorry,” she said.

I was disappointed, but I didn’t want to let it show.

I explained that, maybe all she needed was, to go a few more times.

She smiled and said, “Come to bed.”

I slid out of my clothes. As I watched her undress, I realized that she wasn’t the only thing smoking; so was her body.

She got into bed and looked down at my cock. It was already hard and dripping pre-cum down both its sides.

She giggled and said, “I see someone is very anxious; you’re already dripping. I’m glad, because I’m really horny tonight.”

I told her to suck me a little. I wanted to see if the hypnosis had worked at all.

Maybe she would begin to crave my semen.

She put her mouth over my cock. I was in pure heaven. Then she pulled off. Why did she stop?

Then I saw why. She was coming up to kiss me.

I felt her tongue in my mouth. I noticed a funny taste and knew what it was. She hadn’t swallowed what was dripping from my cock.

Instead of being turned off by it, I found it delicious. She pulled back and smiled.

“I told you. When you swallow it all, I will. That was a little taste for you. What did you think?”

She was expecting me to complain, but I couldn’t. I told her, “I’ll swallow it. It’s delicious.”

She looked shocked. “What did you just say?”

I told her, “I don’t know what you’re so afraid of. It tasted really good.”

She looked at me for a few seconds. Then she smirked.

“Yeah, right, you’re just fucking kayaşehir escort with me to try and make me swallow it first. Then you won’t do it.”

I realized the hypnotizing didn’t work for her. But why did I suddenly enjoy the flavor of that kiss so much?

I slid over to her and put my cock against her pussy. It was so hot and wet.

“Aren’t you going to eat me first?”

I told her I wanted to fuck her a little, first. So I slid inside her pussy and began to thrust for almost twenty minutes.

Sheila was enjoying this but soon was afraid that I would cum too soon.

“Eat me now! I want to cum with your tongue inside me.”

Who could resist that invitation? So I pulled out of her.

Her pussy was so wet and sloppy. I slid down and saw how messy it was. Still, I slid my tongue inside her and she began instantly moaning.

She tasted delicious. I couldn’t explain it. It was like sucking on a piece of candy.

She was full of our juices and I couldn’t get enough. I sucked her pussy until she was dry.

She was squirming all over the bed. I had to grab onto her hips to keep my mouth attached to her pussy.

“You’re gonna make me cum really hard. You are so nasty tonight. You sucked out all your juices, too. I can’t believe how good this feels.

Why have you never eaten me like this before? What’s got into you? Suck my clit and don’t stop!”

I did as she said and almost instantly, she began to cum. Her pussy was contracting and her juices were pouring out of her.

When she was satisfied, she simply pushed me away.

“That was incredible. Your tongue is unbelievable. Now hurry up and fuck me again with your beautiful cock. I want to see if you can make me cum again.”

I was definitely up to this challenge. I slid back inside her pussy and began to really pound her.

She was still contracting from her orgasm and it felt like she was milking my cock.

I kept up this frantic pace for another ten minutes. But, before I knew it, I was about to cum.

I felt the semen beginning to rise up from my balls.

My cock was on fire and ready to explode. Her pussy was clenching down on me as I throbbed inside.

I told her I was going to cum and then buried my cock in her, as deep as I could.

“Wait, not yet!” she cried out.

It was to no avail. This was a tidal wave of my spunk. I blasted wave after wave of jism, deep inside her pussy.

It was splashing inside her, coating and filling her completely. My balls never felt so empty when I was done.

“Damn it, I was almost there. Why did you cum before me? I was so close to cumming again. I’m so horny.”

I didn’t say a word. I knew how to make it up to her.

In fact, for some strange reason, I couldn’t wait. I pulled out of her completely drenched pussy and slid down to her breasts.

I sucked each nipple gently and then licked under each breast, tasting her sweat.

“Oh, that feels good. Maybe if you do that, I’ll cum.”

Instead, I slid down further. Soon I was between her legs and staring at her dripping hole.

My cum was beginning to appear on the bottom of her lips which were now, pink and swollen from the fucking.

She was intrigued with me and said, “I don’t know what you’re up to?”

I reached in with my tongue and slid it across her clit. She tensed up, but I could tell it felt good.

“I love you. You are so considerate. All that cum must taste pretty nasty. If you stay up high, you can make me cum and avoid the mess.”

I looked up at her.

She was sitting up on her elbows looking down at me waiting for my response. Our eyes locked. Then I slid my mouth down over her pussy and sucked.

I saw her eyes go wide.

“What are you doing?” she begged. “I’m not clean down there. Let me up and go wash first, if that’s what you want.”

I reluctantly stopped and told her, “Relax and enjoy this. I really want to do this. You taste delicious.”

She looked at me in disbelief. She probably was thinking of how anyone would want to suck cum from her pussy?

Then, I guess her sexual needs finally overcame her prejudices.

“If you’re sure, then go ahead. But what ever you do, DON’T STOP AGAIN!”

I went back to her pussy. This time she put her hand on the back of my head. She was making sure I hit all the right spots.

I was sucking real hard. There was so much of my seed in her, that it began leaking all over my face.

I noticed how incredibly thick and hot it was. It was filling my mouth and I couldn’t wait for the next mouthful.

I couldn’t understand this new kink of mine. It was if I was eating my favorite food and I couldn’t get enough of it.

I sucked her sloppy pussy for her until she was dry.

I thought to myself, “Why am I enjoying this as much as her?”

I understood her getting pleasure from this but when did I suddenly begin craving my own seed?

It seemed perverse but I couldn’t stop. So I drove my tongue into her, as deep as yenibosna escort I could.

She shrieked, when I did this.

“Oh shit, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. Go deeper with your tongue. This is so fucking nasty. I don’t know what’s got into your head tonight but don’t stop.”

I knew she was really excited now because she never talks dirty to me.

So while I tongue fucked this bitch in heat, I began to think about what she just said.

What had gotten into my head? This was all so strange. This whole scene would have turned me off this morning but was turning me on now.

Then it was like a light went off in my head.

Somehow, when I went in with Sheila to get hypnotized, I got hypnotized too.

I heard all the suggestions to her including the one about thinking that my ejaculate was like candy.

As this became clearer to me, I must have stopped tonguing her.

“Oh no, you don’t, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Sheila grabbed my head with both of her hands this time and pulled me into her crotch.

“Suck me bitch, I’m almost there.”

So I ran my tongue back and forth over her clit, again. She let go of my head and began clawing at the sheets.

She began to arch her back. This caused her big beautiful breasts to extend out as they heaved up and down on her chest.

“Oh shit, I’m coming. Drink that cum. Suck it out of my pussy for me!” she cried.

She reached down and pushed my mouth over her hole. She groaned and literally exploded into it.

I have never seen her so excited. She literally ejaculated into my mouth. She held my head in a death grip.

She was in a state of utter release.

As she drained herself into my mouth, I tasted the rest of my cum. Now it was mixed with hers. This mixture was even more delicious.

When she was finally satisfied, she pushed me away.

She looked at me completely spent. After a while she summoned the strength to speak.

“What got into you tonight? Why did you want to do that?”

I asked what “that” was.

“Eating your cum back out of me. What else?”

I asked if she promised not to get mad at me.

She looked quizzically at me, “How could I get mad?”

So I told her about what I had told the hypnotist to do. Then I explained to her, how it must have backfired.

“Maybe it backfired on you. It’s more like, a gift from above for me.”

I asked how so?

“You wanted to make me into your own private little cum-sucker, but instead you’re your own cum-sucker now.”

I told her that I was sorry.

She began laughing hysterically. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be sorry. Believe me; I can live with this arrangement.”

I was glad she wasn’t mad, but was feeling degraded by the laughter.

“Instead of having you pestering me to swallow your cum all the time, you’ll be pestering me to let you swallow it instead?”

She was right. Talk about being careful what you wish for. This was really ironic.

She fucked me again, later that night and had me suck her pussy clean. I guess, to see if I would still do it.

It was still delicious.

The next morning I woke up and gave a stretch. I began reminiscing about the night before and what had transpired between us.

Sheila was lying next to me completely naked and she began to stir.

As she gradually woke, I couldn’t help but to stare at her and admire her beauty.

She finally woke and looked over at me. She saw me staring at her body and smiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart. How do you feel?”

Really good I told her.

“How good is real good? Are you ready for another round?”

It sounded great to me, but before I could say another word, she slid her head under the covers.

What a way to wake up in the morning, I thought to myself.

So I pulled back the covers as she wrapped her lips around my cock. I wanted to enjoy this show. After all, I had the best seat in the house.

Her head bobbed slowly up and down on my shaft for almost ten minutes. My balls began to swell up with their hot,sticky and newly discovered tasty cargo.

I felt myself ready to cum at any moment. But instead of me wanting her to swallow my load, I felt that familiar hunger.

I told her, “Please stop sucking me. I want to cum inside of you, again.”

She pulled my throbbing cock from her mouth and asked, “Why is that?”

Because, then I can suck it all out of you. It’s delicious and so are you.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she replied with a devilish grin. “I want to feel that again, too.”

She quickly spun around and sat down on my cock. She barely had time to slide up and down, once or twice, before I came.

As I lied there and basked in the afterglow of my orgasm, Sheila smiled and looked down at my face.

Then without any hesitation at all, she slid up onto my mouth.

“Breakfast is now served and it’s just the way you like it. It’s got lots of extra hot syrup and cream. Yum, Yum, Yum. Come and get it.” she chided me.

She wasn’t kidding, either. Apparently my balls had fully recovered from last nights action.

She was full and just like last night, I couldn’t get enough.

“I’m gonna love getting used to this. Anytime I want to go for a ride, all I have to do is have you fill up my tank first.”

She was right. But we are both going to love getting used to this.

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Fall of Lady Shimizu

Rise of Susie Yoshida

I. The Ninja raises

Nikita Sokolov entered the warehouse closing the steel door behind her. The warehouse was dimly lit for the early morning hours, its contents of boxes and crates reflected the yellow dullness of the dim lights. Nikita looked out of place from the dusty and dimly lit atmosphere of the surroundings, as she made her way up the steel steps to the second level of the storage warehouse. She was dressed in a red wool plaid mini skirt with the hem line sitting slightly at mid thigh. She wore a white silk blouse that was untucked with the skirt and with the sleeves neatly rolled up around her elbows. Around her shoulder she bore a shoulder rig with a holstered 9mm Beretta sitting under her left arm. Finishing her outfit was a pair of knee high leather white high heel boots. The boots made a click clack sound as Nikita reached the top the stair case and walked down the empty hallway to a single door with a single chair bordering it at the end of the hallway. The worn sign on door marked it as the main office of the building. Reaching around her neck Nikita removed a necklace with a key attached to it. She then unlocked the door and entered the room closing the door behind her locking it.

The room was brightly lit unlike the rest of the warehouse. All of its old furniture was pushed over to one side of the old office revealing its old and cracked green and white tiled floor. The three walls of the office were once white but were now covered with brown specs of dirt and pealing paint chips. The single window of the office that was located on the right side looked out into the warehouse was covered up with black tape and was no longer useful. A single piece of furniture remained in the center of the room, a steel flat table. The table was covered by a white sheet and on top of the white sheet was a nude body of a petite Asian woman. The bright lights of the office reflected a nice shine off of her clear tan skin. Her body lay straight with her hands cupping her breast. The woman’s long silky black hair spread out around her head like a fan. Nikita twirling the necklace with the key around her index finger approached the table and looked down at the unconscious Asian beauty. Looping the necklace back around her neck Nikita leaned over the women looking down at her peaceful sleeping face.

Susie Yoshida had been on a mission to hunt down Lady Shimizu and her syndicate of female assassins known as the Black Dragon Society. She had tracked the group back to a compound of abandon warehouses in the industrial district of the city. Susie was at the end of her recon of the compound when she was surprised by two of the assassins, Nikita Sokolov and Helga Reinhart. In the brief struggle that followed Susie was overwhelmed by 5’10 and 140 lbs frame of Helga, who locked her powerful arms around Susie as Nikita injected Susie with a sleeping agent from a pen like syringe. They then brought the limp and lifeless form of their intruder back to main compound where they stripped her nude. Nikita had taken the pleasure performing the task. Susie’s limp form was then played with, molested and carried about by the band of hired killers as they celebrated her capture. She was then woken up to find her wrist chained behind her and ankles bounded. Lady Shimizu appeared sitting in front of her legs crossed in a dark room. Lady Shimizu like Susie was of Japanese decent. Also like Susie she was gorgeous woman with svelte features. She asked Susie a series of questions. Susie was still hazy from the sleep agent and did not remember how she answered the questions or what exactly the questions were. Susie was then rendered unconscious once again by Nikita.

The sleep agent was supposed to keep Susie in a coma like state for days. It however kept her under for a day and a half. Susie decided to act as if the drug had worked and remain in her sleep like state planning her next actions. They had moved Susie to the storage warehouse, it was located a way from the rest of the compound and had the loot the assassins had stolen from their jobs awaiting to be sold on the black market. The assassins took turns guarding Susie in two hour watch intervals. She could sense when they switched, by the sounds of their foot steps down the hall. There was an old wall clock in the office that was sitting on the top the pile of old furniture that actually still worked. Susie observed the clock whenever the room was empty during the watches to calculate the time. She was a trained ninja from the Yoshida clan. She was trained since she was a child and now she was the sole heiress to her clan and the only surviving member. She knew how to survive and was determined to do so.

Out of all the assassins, Nikita was the most fond the Susie. She loved the little Asian doll and played with Susie when it was her turn to guard her. In the three days that Susie had been captured Nikita had taken care of Susie, cleaning her body, brushing her hair and applying make up to her slack face. Towards the end of her watches Nikita made love to the limp form. Nikita Sokolov enjoyed two things in life and that was sex with an unresisting bağcılar escort female and killing people with poison, her specialty. It had taken all of Susie’s training and discipline not to make a sound or any movement, Nikita had been very pleasurable. She talked to Susie in her cute Russian accent telling her what was happening around the compound. Christina Moretti heiress to the Moretti crime family was making a visit to the compound at noon to kill Susie herself. Susie had been killing head family members of the Moretti family before she started going after the Black Dragon Society who worked closely with the family. Christina had become the head of the family after Susie had killed her father. She was out for revenge in the name of the Moretti family.

“Well Lady Ninja, soon Mrs. Moretti come and kill you. Our time is over together. I will make this memorable for me and you yes?” Nikita asked in her cute Russian accent.

She then leaped onto the table on one quick motion and straddled Susie’s limp form from the waist. Nikita leaned over and began nibbling on Susie’s neck and then kissing her slack lips probing her tongue inside the unconscious ninja’s mouth. Sitting back up Nikita licking her lips with anticipation removed Susie’s limp hands, revealing the C-cup size round breast. Tossing the ninja’s limp arms out of the way Nikita began to fondle the pair of breast by rubbing them vigorously and pinching the nipples at the same time. She felt her self getting hornier as she did it.

The Russian assassin gasped in surprised as Susie hands shot up and wrapped around Nikita’s slender neck, thumbs squeezing into her throat. Susie sat up abruptly pushing the Russian woman down on her back. Susie quickly pulled her own legs out from under Nikita. Nikita was lying over her own legs which were bent at the knees. Once Susie’s legs were free she moved quickly straddling the Nikita at the chest, her bare knees pushing Nikita’s arms against the table locking them to it. Nikita was wide eyed and her mouth was open with her tongue protruding grasping for air. Susie stared down at her captor menacingly pushing thumbs down harder. Nikita started making gurgling sounds, her big brown eyes slowly rolled back into her head as her eye lids fluttered shut. Her body twitched sporadically before going completely limp.

Susie slowly releases her hand from the Russian’s delicate throat which was now bruised. She then checked for a pulse. There was none. She held the back of her hand over Nikita’s opened mouth to feel if she was still breathing. She was dead. Susie still sitting on Nikita’s breasts took a deep breath and stretched out cracking her back. She stood up on the top of the table over the limp form of her former captor and stretched out some more. It felt good to be finally able to move fully. She felt refreshed, well rested and ready for action. Susie stood over the dead Russian assassin looking down at her handy work. Nikita lay on her back with her legs bent at her knees under her, her arms at her side, hands palm up with her wrists limply dangling off the edge of the table. Susie sat back down straddling Nikita at the waist. She moved Nikita’s head from side to side examining her sleep like face. She was an attractive young woman, with high check bones and a slender nose. Her shoulder length brown hair tied into pig tails giving her an innocent school girl look. Nikita was the least lethal of the group. She often used disguises to get in close to her victims before poisoning them. Her innocent and sexy looks did wonders for her. Susie closed Nikita’s opened mouth but it remained opened agape showing her white teeth. Susie then lifted up her limp arms by grabbing her pulse less wrists and then letting them flop back down to the table with a dead thunk. Turning around Susie unfolded Nikita’s legs from behind her and set them straight. Then leaning forward Susie gave Nikita a kiss on her slack lips. “I’ll take care of your body just as you have done for me love.” Susie whispered into Nikita’s lifeless ear.

Jumping off the table and landing on the cool dirty ground Susie began to search the dead assassin. She started by patting her breast and then worked her way down, searching under her arms and between her legs. She found nothing of value, her clothes had no pockets.

“I’ll guess I gotta become you for a while. But you shouldn’t mind. You’re dead any ways.” Susie said out loud with a grin.

She first lifted Nikita’s limp form into a sitting position her head lulled forward and hung limply over her breasts. Susie then removed the shoulder rig with the Beretta and two extra magazines, putting that aside she let the Russian’s limp form drop back down to the table and began unbuttoning her silk blouse. Spreading the blouse a part Susie is welcomed by Nikita’s round breasts wrapped in a lacy white bra. She sees also a necklace with a key. Lifting up Nikita’s head she unlooped the necklace from her neck and looping it around her own. Between Nikita’s luscious round breasts under the strap of her bra was a pen. Susie pulled it out and examine it. It was a syringe, the same one zeytinburnu escort that had rendered her unconscious in the first place. She put it aside and continued, moving down to the red plaid skirt she rolled Nikita over at the waist and unzipped the back of the skirt and then rolled her back on to her back. She was now down at the white knee high leather boots, unzipping them at the inseams she slipped both boots off Nikita’s legs and feet. Nikita’s was bare feet now. Susie noted that Nikita had a strong looking pair of legs, very athletic looking dancer legs. They were smooth and the room light reflected of them. She quickly rolled the deceased Russian assassin over on her belly and tugs at the top of the blouse’s collar pulling it off of Nikita’s limp body, her lifeless arms dropping out of the sleeves and flopping back on to the table. Nikita’s back now bare. Susie notes the tattoo of a black dragon wrapped around a silhouette body of a female on the small of her back, the mark of a member of the Black Dragon Society. The plaid skirt was next, Susie tugs at the waist band and tugs the skirt off Nikita’s ass and down her legs and then off her body. Under the skirt Nikita wears a pair of lacy white panties matching her bra. Rolling the limp Russian back over on to her back her arms flopping around limply in the process. Susie then leaps back on the table straddling Nikita once again, pulling the dead girl back up into a sitting position and leaning her head on Susie’s own bare breast she unbuckles the bra peeling the straps off Nikita’s shoulders. Lowering the body back down to the table she moves down to the panties peeling them off Nikita’s waist and down her shinny dancer legs.

Susie was finishing buttoning up Nikita’s white blouse. She had already dawned on the plaid mini skirt, the high heel white boots and the shoulder rig was securely resting upon her shoulders. Nikita was just about the same size as her so her clothing fit pretty well, not perfect but it was good enough for now. Nikita’s breast were a bit smaller than Susie’s so the bra was kind of tight and the panties fit almost perfect. It felt good to have some clothes on after three days of being nude. Looking down at her self and feeling satisfied on how she looked. Susie moved back the table where a nude Nikita now laid. She lifted her bare legs and swung them off the table and then pulled her lifeless arms by the wrist rising Nikita’s limp body into a sitting positing. Her head lulled forward heavily sending her pig tails dangling over her breast. With a grunt Susie lift Nikita over her shoulder and then gently laid her back down at the other end of the table where Susie was laying a short while ago. Susie arranged her so that she lay straight with her arms to her side. Looking down at Nikita letting her eye wander the length of the body of the former Black Dragon assassin, she had strong slender legs proportional to her short stature; her mound was shaved cleaned with a piercing through the middle of it, her stomach flat and firm, small round breast with pink nipples were proportional to her body and her beautiful face calm like she was asleep. Aside from the bruise around her neck one would think she was asleep. Susie the realized that Nikita still had her pig tails, she quickly unbraided them and then fanning out her shoulder length hair just as her was. Moving back down to the piercing on her mound Susie gently removed it so not to damage Nikita’s body.

“Don’t worry you took care of me, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Susie assured looking up at Nikita’s still face.

Nikita had a much lighter complexion than Susie but it was still dark out and they both had dark hair so she still had a good chance of fooling the other assassins. Leaning over Nikita’s face once more Susie passionately kissed her slack slips probing her tongue inside of her mouth. “Sweet dreams love.” She said as she moved Nikita’s limp hands up to cup her breasts just as how Susie’s hands were earlier on.

II. Two Down

Pichitra Anuwat the next girl up for watch came just in time as expected. Pichitra was from Thailand and was skilled close combat fighter. She was an expert in hand to hand combat and is very good with a knife. Pichitra was one the Black Dragon’s most feared assassins. Susie stood a couple of feet from the office door her hair in pig tails now like the late Nikita Sokolov. She was on the adjacent wall in the shadow of the dimly lit hallway lights her head looking down as she leaned against the wall hiding her face from the light. Pichitra appeared at the top of the stairs walking towards the office. She was dressed in black and moved very silently down the hall. Getting towards Susie she raised her hand up in acknowledgment, “Hey Nikita I’m here now you can go sleep.” Pichitra said in her thick accent walking pass Susie towards the office door.

She unlocked the door with a pair of keys from her pocket and entered the room, checking on the enemy before her watch. Susie crept silently behind her, it was a bit difficult due to the heels but she managed to get close enough for an attack. Pichitra did not even have to florya escort walk all the way up to the table to know it was no longer the intruder but Nikita who was laid out on the table.

“Holly Shit…” She manage to say turning around and coming face to face with Susie.

Pichitra grabbed a knife from her tactical vest swung it at Susie. Susie catches Pichitra’s arm in mid flight as she swung the knife towards her and brought her knee up to Pichitra’s elbow knocking the knife out of her gloved hand. Susie still holding Pichitra’s arm bending it to her back swinging the Thai woman to stand in front of Susie. With her free arm Susie brings out the pen syringe just as the Thai assassin reaches back to counter. Susie quickly jams the syringe into Pichitra’s neck thumbing the sleep agent into her body.

Pichitra lets out an “ugh” before she goes limp.

Susie releases Pichitra’s limp body. She drops to her knees then pitches forward landing flat on her face. Quickly straddling over Pichitra’s back Susie leans forward and seizes the down assassin’s wind pipe within her elbow pit and squeezes until she hears the liquid crack the wind pipe breaking. Dropping the body back down Susie then closes the door before returning to Pichitra.

The feared Thai assassin Pichitra Anuwat now lay on her face dead with one arm twisted around on her back and the other arm slightly rose over her head. Susie took a deep breath and controlled her breathing as the adrenalin rush subsided. She then rolled Pichitra on to her back and grabbed her wrists and dragged her limp form further into the room to inspect it more closely. Susie moved her to the foot of the table where Nikita laid. She then stood up and looked down at her newest kill. Pichitra laid with both arms rose over her head and her legs crossed at the ankles. She wore all black. She had a black wool cap that covered her hair, a tight fitting SWAT style tactical vest covering a tight Under Armor long sleeve shirt, a pair of tight black military style trousers hugged her powerful legs, her feet covered with black thin track shoes and her hands covered by tight black leather gloves. Susie looked down at herself. The outfit that Nikita had worn was really not Susie’s style and was going to be difficult to sneak around in let alone fight in.

Looking over at the still Nikita cupping her round breasts with her hands, “Sorry your outfit won’t do for what I’m gonna do to your comrades.”

Susie removed Nikita’s lifeless body from the cloth covered table and moved her to an open corner in the office and sat her body leaning against the corner with her head hanging forward, her brown hair covering her face from view. She then lifted Pichitra’s limp body over her shoulder and laid her down where Nikita once laid. The black clad body of the Thai assassin now was laid out straight on the cloth covered table. Susie began to search the Thai assassins body probing her hand the through the pouches of the tactical vest and patting down the trousers pockets. She found some keys that’s about it nothing else really useable. The vest had some ninja stars, a couple of throwing knives and Sig Sauer pistol with its ammo and a silencer tip for it. Susie then started by untying the black thin track shoes and slipping those off her feet, Pichitra’s feet were cover by a sheer black nylon hosiery. Next Susie peeled of the tight leather gloves from each hand and then she pulled off the wool cap that covered Pichitra’s hair, which was short boy like hair but it was long enough to cover the women’s eyes. She then unzipped the tactical vest and sat the Thai women up and slipped it off her shoulders and limp arms. Putting the vest aside Susie moves down to the trousers and unbuttoned them and then starts to tug them down from Pichitra’s waist. Susie could see now that under the trousers Pichitra had on a pair of sheer black panties hose which covered her muscular legs. Susie moved up the Under Armor shirt, it was tight and she could see the nipples of Pichitra’s breasts through the shirt. Pulling the assassin’s limp body back up into a sitting position Susie worked the tight shirt of the Thai’s unresisting body. It took a while and some struggling but the tight shirt was now off Pichitra. The assassin was practically nude now she only had on her black panties hose which Susie was now peeling off of her hips and legs. It was much easier compared to the shirt and was off in no time.

Like Nikita, Pichitra was now completely nude. Pichitra had a fighter’s body it was much toned and bore several scars from previous battles. Her skin tone was tan a little darker than Susie but one could not tell with out looking for more than a minute. Her legs were powerful and very muscular a little thick for her short frame. Pichitra kept her woman hood neatly trimmed and well kept. Her abs are firm and muscular unlike Nikita which was just flat. Pichitra’s breasts were small and round but matched her body size. Susie flicked the nipples with her finger a couple times grinning to herself. This woman was perhaps one of the deadliest women in the world and she was now nude on a table with Susie flicking her bare nipples. Pichitra face was of a basic Asian woman’s face with key Asian features, high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes and a small nose. She was a cute woman, in the nude she actually looked normal and non lethal. Rolling the Thai women over at the waist and looking at the small of her back Susie noted the similar tattoo that Nikita bore. Grinning she rolled her back over.

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