“No! I don’t see why I have to go!” I had been standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea. Mom came in and sat down across from me. I didn’t pay attention until the silence grew thick between us. “Look at me Thomas.” I lifted my eyes up from my cup and stared at her. “When I had my accident, my sister-in-law came here and took care of me and you. She cooked, cleaned and made sure that I wanted for nothing. She even paid some of my bills when money grew short. She needs help now! And as sure as you’re my son, you will do as I ask! You’re not so grown, that I won’t take down your pants and whip that narrow black ass for you!”

I almost laughed at her. I was now 23, and mom still ruled me. Mom had always used that threat on me, whenever I seemed to get out of hand. And as a kid, she would make that threat come true. But something happened when I was 18 that changed all that. I had come in drunk and knocked over her antique table. Mom was so mad she dragged me into my room.

Before I knew what was happening, she had dragged my pants down, pushed me onto the bed on my face and had started wailing away at my ass with a belt. I had grown into a fairly strong young man. I wasn’t so drunk, that I couldn’t have rolled away and taken the belt from her.

But I had been taught to respect her and would have lain there even if she wanted to beat me to within an inch of my life. I started crying! It hurt like hell! Then she told me to stand up and face her. I suddenly realized that my dick had become erect and hard. I couldn’t let her see me like this. So I just lay there.

Mom grabbed me by my ear. That was something she used to do when I was small, and pulled me up from the bed. When she turned me around, she gasped. Standing before her, my pants down around my ankles, I had a hardon that stood out 8 inches. The head was fat and it was bobbing up and down as the blood pulsed thru it.

Mom stared at it for a few seconds, and then she threw the belt on the floor. “Go take a cold shower!” She turned away and slammed the door on her way out. But that moment in my life stayed with me. I would sometimes fantasize about her doing more than just walking out of my room. Then, I would feel like shit for even thinking of my mom in a sexual way. Sure, she was a real good-looking woman, even then. And she seemed to grow even more beautiful with age. But hey! A guy isn’t supposed to stroke his dick, calling out his mom’s name. But as ashamed as I am to say it, I did. I did many nights!

I knew that mom was serious about whipping my ass so I laughed. “Ok! You win! I don’t think I could take a whipping like the last one you ever gave me. How long do I have to stay?” Mom smiled and reached across the table. Her soft hand stroked my face and I pressed my cheek into her palm, as I closed my eyes. “I’d do anything for you mom. You know that!”

Mom didn’t take her hand away. “Would you really, Thomas?” I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes. And I swear I saw a love in her eyes that I didn’t see as a young man growing up. “Yes mom, I would!” I swallowed hard and turned my head. That night, I worked myself into a frazzle. And it was mom’s face that kept me going strong.

The following week, I was in my car, driving down the Interstate. Seven hours later, I was pulling up into the driveway of Aunt Sarah’s house. The house seemed so much smaller than I remembered. As a small kid, it seemed like such a huge house. Aunt Sarah met me at the door.

The bandage on her face made me start. And seeing my reaction caused a look of pain to cross her face. “Hello Thomas! I guess I’m not as beautiful as you used to think I was.” I stepped in and gave her a big hug. But the damage had been done. Aunt Sarah kept that hurt look on her face as she led me to the spare bedroom. Aunt Sarah, like mom was a small woman. Both of them were about 5′ tall with nice compact bodies that fit their frame well.

I wanted to say something to her. I mean Aunt Sarah was even prettier than mom is. Aunt Sarah is 48, while mom is only 44. Then she was in that accident and her pretty face had been scared. Mom had warned me that Aunt Sarah had started drinking and was growing bitchy. I was supposed to spend two weeks with Aunt Sarah. That would have put me there up until two days before Christmas. Aunt Sarah just stood in the doorway looking at me. She didn’t say a word, just turned and walked out of the room. I unpacked and couldn’t help feeling like shit.

When I walked downstairs, Aunt Sarah was sitting in her old rocking chair. I was about to open my mouth to speak when I noticed the tears running down her face. I walked over to her and knelt beside her chair. “I’m really sorry for the way I reacted. I guess seeing Liman Escort that bandage across your face startled me for a second.”

Aunt Sarah sniffed back tears. “I guess I’m not pretty enough for you to jerk off thinking about anymore, huh? And if that is the way you reacted, I can imagine the way other people will react when they see my scarred up kisser.”

I was a bit taken back when she mentioned my jerking off thinking about her. Once, when mom and I had been spending a couple of days with Aunt Sarah, I had caught a glimpse of her naked. That night when I thought everyone was asleep, I lay in my bed thinking about her body. I couldn’t help it when my dick began to grow hard. I was lying back on the bed, softly calling out her name, when the door eased open.

Aunt Sarah walked in the room. the light from the hall made her nightgown seem transparent. I quickly pulled my hands away, and tried to cover myself. But Aunt Sarah walked right up to the bed. She pulled back the covers and looked down at me.

“I saw you staring at me when I was getting dressed for bed. I thought that this was what you would be in here doing. It’s natural for a young man to have his fantasies about an older woman. Your mom is sleep. Thomas! This must remain our little secret. You must never tell a soul.” With that, aunt Sarah took my hand and put it back on my throbbing dick. “Do it slowly Thomas! I want to watch you.”

I started to slowly stroke my hard dick. Aunt Sarah sat on the side of the bed and watched me. It didn’t take long until I was moaning softly and then a big gob of cum shot from the tip of my dick. Aunt Sarah grabbed some tissues, and wiped me clean. Then she kissed my forehead and told me to get some sleep. Nothing else ever happened between us, but I fucked my hand many a night thinking about the “what ifs”.

I looked down at my aunt. She was still the woman that I fantasized about. Even the bandage on her face did not take away from her fantastic body. I felt my dick growing hard. I was standing right in front of her, and even she could see the lump in my pants.

“I still think about that night Aunt Sarah. I have dreamed about you doing more than just watching me. Even now, after all this time, the thought of it gets me hard. You are still a beautiful woman to me. That bandage does not make me think you any less beautiful.”

Aunt Sarah looked from my bulging pants up to my face. “Really Thomas? You can stand there and tell me that I don’t look hideous to you? That you would still consider me a desirable woman? My face is scarred. No man will want me ever again.” She began to cry once more. I knew that I had to do something to prove to her that I still thought her beautiful.

I took a deep breath. “Yes Aunt Sarah, you do have a scar on your face. But I still think that you are a beautiful woman. I have thought about you since that night in the room over there. And I even thought about you while I was driving here. You want to know if I find you desirable? I’ll show you what I think.”

I unzipped my pants. Aunt Sarah looked up at me, as I fished my hard dick from my pants. She looked down at my dick and gasped. I had grown much since that night. Then she looked up at my face again.

“You did this! You! Not that bandage on the side of your face. I have thought about fucking you since that night. Every older woman that excites me has your body and face. I’m not a little kid anymore. And mom’s not here. I don’t have to worry about her waking up and finding out that I have the hots for her sister-in-law. I’ve wanted to do this ever since that night you came into my room.”

My hand went to the back of Aunt Sarah’s head and I eased her forward. “No Thomas! We can’t do this. It’s incest! You’re mother would kill us if she found out!”

Aunt Sarah didn’t put up much resistance, as I pulled her face forward. “I won’t tell her Aunt Sarah. Will you?” When she opened her mouth to say something, I pulled her hard. My dick went into her mouth. She struggled for just a moment, and then I felt her lips slowly close around my hard shaft. Aunt Sarah moaned, as she began to slowly suck my dick. She looked up at me, not stopping for a second.

“You’re not hideous Aunt Sarah. You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. And I’m gonna show you just how sexy I think you are. I’ve thought about fucking you ever since that night. That’s it! Suck it slowly. I’m gonna fuck you Aunt Sarah! I’m gonna fuck you until you shout out loud that you are a beautiful woman.”

It was at that very moment that my cell phone rang. I knew from the tone that it was my mom. I pulled it out and answered it. “Hey mom! Yes I got here all right. Aunt Sarah? She’s eating at the Liman Escort Bayan moment. No mom, her face is not all scarred up as you thought. In fact, she is just as beautiful as you are. Yes I will tell her that. Don’t worry mom, I’ll take good care of your sister-in-law. I’ll have her call you in a bit. I want her to finish eating and then we can talk a bit. Ok! I’ll talk with you later. I love you too mom! Bye!”

Aunt Sarah pulled her mouth from my dick. “I can’t believe that you talked to your mom while you had me sucking your dick! What if she would have insisted on talking to me? What would you have done then Thomas?”

I smiled at her. Then pulling her gently from her chair, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Again she hesitated for just a moment, but then she gave into the kiss. As we kissed, my hands rubbed over her back and down to her soft round ass. I slowly squeezed her ass, and she moaned while pressing herself harder against me. I broke the kiss.

“I would have handed you the phone and played with your pussy as you talked to her. And then, I would have made you hang up so I could do this.” Aunt Sarah was wearing one of her many housedresses. My hand slid up her dress and slipped inside her panty. I started stroking her wet pussy.

Aunt Sarah moaned, but she didn’t pull away. “Oh Thomas! You have turned into such a randy young man. What would your mom think of you doing this to her poor sister-in-law?”

Aunt Sarah was slowly working her hips against my stroking finger. I pushed my finger deep in her pussy. Aunt Sarah gasped! “Oh Thomas! It’s been awhile since a man has touched me like this! I shouldn’t be letting you do this. You know that don’t you?”

My thumb stroked her hard clit, and Aunt Sarah moaned out loud. “It’s not incest Aunt Sarah. You’re not a blood relative. And I intend to do a lot more than just stroke your pussy or have you suck my dick.”

I pulled my finger from her pussy, and after sucking one finger clean, I pushed the other finger into her mouth. Aunt Sarah sucked it while staring into my face.

“Oh Thomas! What am I going to do with you? If your mom ever finds out, she will kill me! I’m her sister-in-law, and I’m not suppose to be letting her son do these things to me.”

I smiled. “Yes Aunt Sarah! You are her sister-in-law! And you weren’t suppose to come into my room that night and watch me stroke my dick until I came. Did you go back to your own room and play with your pussy thinking about me? Did you think about my dick sliding up into your wet cunt? Tell me Aunt Sarah! Tell me what you did!”

My fingers found their way beneath her panty again. Aunt Sarah didn’t move as I openly stroked her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned, pressing down on my fingers.

“Yes Thomas! I did go back to my room and play with my pussy. I thought about what it would have felt like to take you in my mouth. I wanted to lick the cum off you instead of just wiping it off! Oh Thomas! This is so wrong! We really should stop! What if your mom were here? She would be so upset!”

I grew bold then. I pushed two fingers up into Aunt Sarah’s cunt and began to slowly fuck her with them. “If mom were here, I would be doing the same thing to her! Don’t look at me like that! Every boy has fantasies about his mom! You’re not the only woman I think about when I stroke my dick!”

Aunt Sarah moaned as my fingertips found her special spot. “Oh Thomas! Having those kinds of thoughts about your own mother! But I have to admit my sister-in-law is one hell of a good-looking woman. If I were a man, I would be thinking the same thing. Oh Thomas! You’re gonna make me crème if you keep doing that!”

I pulled my fingers from Aunt Sarah’s cunt and she watched me suck them clean. Then I pulled her into the bedroom. Aunt Sarah sat on the bed watching me. I closed her blinds and walked back to stand before her. Pushing her gently back on the bed, I opened her legs while pushing her housecoat up.

She didn’t say a word as my fingers hooked the elastic of her panty and pulled them down and off. Then I gazed at her lovely pussy. “You’re hairy! I remember seeing you with a shaved cunt!”

Aunt Sarah looked at me. “I didn’t think that it mattered! No man would want to look at me with my face. I just let it grow and didn’t bother with it. But if you want me to shave it, I will. I’ll do that for you Thomas!”

I didn’t say a word. Bending my head, I caught a whiff of her heady aroma. Women have the sweetest, intoxicating smell coming from their cunts when they are excited. And hers made me want to dive right in and enjoy it.

I licked Aunt Sarah’s cunt slow. Teasing her with the tip of my tongue, I licked Escort Liman around her lips. By the time I was licking the inside of her swollen pussy lips, she was moaning and groaning, gyrating her hips on the bed to get my tongue in deeper.

“Oh Thomas! I thought about you when your mom said that you would be coming to take care of me. I thought about that night I watched you stroke your dick. You were big even then. Many a night I played with my pussy thinking about what would have happened if I had done more than just watch you.”

I lifted up and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Aunt Sarah watched as I pushed my pants off. Then my shirt and t-shirt came next. I grabbed my dick and placed it at the gapped opening of her hairy cunt. Slowly I pushed it in.

Aunt Sarah groaned as I pushed half my dick up her cunt. Then I just stopped. Her tits were heaving and she was staring up at me. “Damn! Thomas, you have grown into such a big boy! I think that your mom would be jealous if she knew that I was getting this big dick up my cunt. I told her what happened that night! I told her that I watched you!”

Holy shit! Mom knew that Aunt Sarah had watched me stroke my dick till I came! The thought of it made my dick swell even more. Aunt Sarah let out a soft “Ahhhh!” I pushed even more of my dick into her. I started slowly stroking my dick into her. Aunt Sarah was moving her hips to meet me.

“What did she say? Did you tell her that you wanted my dick even back then? Did she get hot? Tell me Aunt Sarah!” I slowly pushed my dick in till I hit bottom. Then I just held it there letting it pulse inside her. Aunt Sarah’s eyes grew large as she took it all.

“Fuck Thomas! You’re dick is so fuckin big! It’s stretching my old pussy good! No she didn’t get hot! At least not that I knew about then! But she did tell me, that I was much too old, and you much too young, for me to corrupt you with my pussy. But I think that she started thinking about you then. She told me about that last spanking she gave you. She told me how hard and big your dick had grown. She said that if she weren’t your mother, she would have been on her knees with it shoved down her throat in a heartbeat. I think she has been playing with her pussy thinking about you since then. Fuck me Thomas! Fuck me hard!”

I pulled back until just the head was in her. Then I rammed it deep. Aunt Sarah cried out. “Oh fuck!” I did it again and again. And each time she responded with an “Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh yea! Hurt my pussy! Fuck me!”

Aunt Sarah wrapped her thin legs around my waist. She was humping me back and digging her fingernails into my back. I looked into her eyes and she smiled.

“You want to fuck her don’t you? You want to fuck your own mother! Don’t deny it you big dick bastard! I can see it in your eyes! You want to give her this big dick just like you’re giving it to me! Say it Thomas! Tell me you want to fuck her! From some of the things she hinted at, I think she sent you here to tempt me! I think that she sent you here in the hope that you would fuck me just like you’re doing now! “

Her talk had further enflamed my lust. I grabbed Aunt Sarah’s legs and pushed them up till they almost touched her tits. Then I pulled back until just the tip of my dick was between her pussy lips. Her eyes grew wide and she shouted, “No Thomas!” But I was pass caring or control.

As I lunged hard, she screamed! “Yes! I want to fuck her! Just like I’m fucking you! If she were here, I would have this dick deep up her cunt just like it’s deep in yours. Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in this pussy!”

I could barely make out what Aunt Sarah was moaning. But she was telling me to shoot my load. “Yes Thomas! Fuck me! Fuck me like you want to fuck your mom! Show me how you would fuck that sweet pussy! Harder baby! Make mom scream for it! Oh Thomas! Oh Thomas! Now baby! Please now!”

I arched my back trying to push my dick thru her. And she took every inch and wanted more. I felt my balls erupt and she came at the moment my hot cum boiled up into her creamy cunt. Damn! It was the most fantastic feeling I had ever felt. But it was really thinking about my mom’s pussy that was making me feel so great.

Aunt Sarah lay there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Fuck! You haven’t been here for two hours and already you have ruined my pussy. What am I going to do with you for the rest of the two weeks?”

Instead of answering her, I pulled my dick out and attacked her cunt with my mouth. I brought her off twice more. Finally, she pushed my head from her cunt. “No more! Please Thomas! I can’t take any more right now! It’s been a while and this old pussy has to rest!”

I left her lying on her bed. Aunt Sarah was asleep before I quietly closed the door. But my mind was full of thoughts of my mom! As tired as I was from the long drive and fucking Aunt Sarah, I could still feel my dick trying to come back to life. I smiled as I started scheming a plan to get both of them.

Aunty Pat and Anita called to collect me for the return drive home around 7pm. Ebony had been true to her word and had “fucked my brains out” after lunch, with the occasional visit to her torture chamber for some punishment games. So I was pretty exhausted by the time the car arrived to pick me up!

Luckily, so was aunty! She and Anita had spent a hectic day satisfying the general’s demands, so Aunty Pat only demanded one relaxing bout of cunnilingus from me on the drive home.

The next morning, after breakfast, I put on sox and a pair of Nike trainers for my pony boy session, which was carried out this time by Anita, who enjoyed three orgasms on our way round the route.

She allowed me to enjoy a relaxing plunge in the pool when we returned, and was standing by in a shiny little PVC bikini ready to hand me my towel when I emerged naked from the water.

As I dried, Anita informed me: “Report to your aunt’s bedroom, she wants to talk to you.”

I knocked on aunty’s door and entered. Aunty Pat was sitting on the side of the bed wearing her stunning PVC playsuit, with its open front for her breasts and crotch. It was her favourite outfit for punishment games.

Aunty looked at me and patted the bed beside her. “Sit here, darling,” she said, in a low voice. I did so.

Then she turned and looked intently into my eyes before kissing me gently on the cheek. “I’m afraid I’ve got some very bad news, Rick, very bad indeed,” she told me.

I was only 20 at the time, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew immediately it concerned my father. “What’s happened to my father, Pat?” I asked.

“I’m afraid he’s dead, darling,” she replied. “I’ve just had a call from your stepmom, something about a yellow sports car and a truck on the M4, is it?”

I nodded dumbly. The yellow sports car would be the Lamborghini, which father always drove too fast for his expertise. Then the tears began to flood down my cheeks.

Aunty Pat leaned against me, patted me on the head, soothingly, and I pressed my face against her lovely big boobs, my tears cascading over them.

Then, to my surprise, I felt myself licking and kissing at aunty’s big breasts. My tears were still flowing, but for some reason I needed to obtain comfort from her lovely 40-inch mammaries. I licked and sucked and soon her nipples were hard to my touch.

I pushed aunty back onto the bed, then climbed aboard, amazed at how, in such a moment of grief, my cock could stand up to rigid attention. Aunty sighed as I plunged into her and then she resumed stroking my head, comforting me with small words, as I pumped and pumped my way to a pulsating ejaculation.

The next day, I was packed and Anita, dressed once more in her sharp little chauffeur’s outfit, and Aunty Pat, dressed in very formal black, took me all the way to Los Angeles for a night flight to London.

I was met at Heathrow by Johnson, father’s faithful retainer, in the Rolls – why couldn’t father have been driving the Rolls on the M4? – and we drove to the Mayfair apartments, where my stepmother was waiting.

Karla, a stunningly-attractive 35-year-old brunette, was dressed in a simple, stark little black dress which did nothing to hide her fine figure. Her big brown eyes were red and rimmed with tears and exhaustion. She gave me a tender hug, the first time she had ever showed me any outward emotion.

On Escort Çarşı the table in the lounge newspapers were scattered, The Times, the Guardian, the Daily Telegraph and the tabloids, all with large stories about father.

The heavier papers carried obituaries on him, and the Telegraph even had a mention for me. “The dashing 20-year-old Rick, like his father a devotee of fast cars and fast women on the night club circuit, is destined to take over his father’s empire,” it raved. Stupid fucking obituary writers!

The funeral was, thank goodness, a quiet affair, although several members of Fleet Street’s finest managed to snap picture of my poor stepmother in all her grief, the bastards!

About a week after the funeral, Mr Snipcock arrived at our Mayfair apartments. My father’s trusted solicitor was ushered into the apartments by Johnson and received by my stepmother and myself in what had been father’s office.

Mr Snipcock read the will, and quite honestly it was all way above my head. I was trained in engineering, not legalese, so at the end of his dreary recitation, I asked: “Now, Mr Snipcock, could you please translate into simple English for me and, I assume, my mother.”

The doddery old solicitor smiled indulgently and nodded: “Of course, Master Rick. It will be my pleasure.

“Your father has left his homes in Paris, Wentworth, Manhattan and Sydney, Australia, along with these rooms in Mayfair to your mother, plus an annuity of 10 million pounds. “He has left the residue of the estate, his industrial empire, his fleet of cars – er, minus the Lamborghini, of course – to you. You will receive an annuity of 20,000 pounds a year until you are 30 years of age.

“In that time, you will be under the care of your mother, who will administer the expenditure of your annuity. You are, in effect, to be her ward until you reach 30. Then the estate devolves to you, except the properties, of course.”

My stepmother stood and smoothed her dress over her lovely thighs and bum. “I think it’s all very straight forward, Mr Snipcock,” she said in her slight American drawl. “Thank you for coming, Johnson will show you out.”

She rang a bell and Johnson arrived to remove the old man from our presence.

Karla then turned to me. “When that slimy old bastard has left, you can give Johnson the rest of the day off. I don’t want him snooping around. And when Johnson’s gone, I want you in here – nude!”

The word “nude” rang out like a pistol shot. And then, of course, it dawned on me. I was now under her control! And her first example of that control was to order me to report to her naked!

Johnson eagerly accepted his day off, there was a race meeting at Ascot he wanted to attend and could he take the Rolls? I gave him permission and he was soon out of the house. In my bedroom I stripped and was interested to see that the thought of reporting to Karla naked had caused me to have an erection.

I tapped on the door to my father’s study – now her study! – and heard her answer “Come!” I stepped inside and closed the door.

Karla smiled at my nudity and the erection it revealed. “Very nice, Rick,” she commented, “bring that thing over here.”

I walked to where she was seated, and she spun the swivel chair around and placed her mouth over the helmet of my erection and Çarşı Escort Bayan sucked sweetly on it. Christ, she had a great mouth!

Pulling back, Karla then handed me an envelope. “There’s a letter in there which Aunty Pat put into your baggage before the flight from LA,” she informed me. “Remove it and read it to me.”

I found the letter and pulled it out, then placed the envelope back on my father’s – wrong, again, HER desk. I started to read. This was the letter:

“Darling Sis,

Hope everything is clearing up for you now after the awful bereavement. Here, as you requested, is my report on Rick’s slave training.

We were lucky to find on his arrival that he was into lovely ladies and female domination, so it was easy to get his training started, although even if he hadn’t bought the magazine in that LA sex shop, we’d have found another excuse very quickly!

Young Rick is extremely useful at cunnilingus and gives lovely orgasms. Anita – she sends her love, by the way – says he is also a very competent fuck, although I can only report on one fuck from him, which occurred under somewhat trying circumstances, so I will excuse the rapidity with which he came.

He is an accomplished pony boy and with very strong shoulders and neck muscles can provide his rider with several orgasms during a lengthy ride.

Young Rick is very stoic when undergoing floggings and can even maintain an erection during many whip games. He is also quite capable of staying erect during mild cock and ball torture!

He also has a penchant – hope I’ve spelled that right – for water sports, keeping a hard-on while worshipping at piss-smeared pussy and even while drinking the stuff! You’re going to be a very lucky lady!

I hope you approve of the way he’s been trained. I look forward to working him over with you when I visit in a month or two.

All the best, your loving sis.

Patricia.”

“Thank-you, Rick,” smiled my stepmother, “that was an excellent report card. You have obviously been a very capable student, but then I thought you would.”

I was still stunned by the fact that it had obviously been Karla’s intention all along to have me turned into a slave!

Karla then picked up the envelope and shook dozens of glossy colour prints from it. She pored over them for some while, asking me questions about some of them, wanting to know who some of the participants were.

“Who’s this?” she asked, pointing to a print showing Ebony smearing me with her pussy on the rubber mat, the first time I had met her.

“Ebony,” I replied.

“Ebony, mother,” snapped Karla.

“Sorry,” I stammered, “Ebony, mother.” “Ah yes, she’s the black bird you fancy,” smiled Karla. “And yes, this next picture shows you with a very nice hard on as you work on her smelly pussy. Wonderful!”

And with that, Karla stood and turned her back to me. “Unzip me, Rick,” she ordered, and with trembling fingers I ran the zip at the nape of her neck down.

As it ran past her shoulder blades I saw gleaming black satin straps, then over the small of her back more gleaming black satin from her garter belt. I ran the zip down to the hem of the dress and saw that she was not wearing panties! Her buttocks were sensational!

“Throw it on that chair, Rick,” said Karla and I obeyed, tossing the Çarşı Escort little black dress away.

The long-legged beauty then turned to face me – and I fell in love! Her bra was a quarter cup job, revealing lovely firm breasts – at 36 inches nowhere near the size of Aunty Pat’s but incredibly mouth-watering nonetheless.

Karla obviously shaved her pussy. There was merely a small splotch of dark brown hair at her mons. Beneath it her sex was shaved, the lips red and inviting.

Her lovely legs were encased in gleaming black seamed stockings. Her black high heeled stilettos similarly were agleam in the study’s bright lighting.

“Kneel, Rick,” said Karla, trying but failing to hide the excitement in her voice.

I knelt below her, my cock straining and aching for her touch once more. Then she placed one foot up on the chair by the desk, completely exposing herself to my gaze, her calf shapely in the black sheath of the stocking.

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

I raised my head to her pussy and kissed at the sweet-smelling snatch.

“I think I’ll start the way I intend to carry on,” Karla said, looking down at me in a haughty manner that I was soon to know very well.

“Open wide!”

I opened my mouth. She urinated.

And she tasted just like Aunty Pat …..

EPILOGUE:

That was all 16 years ago. I’ve now inherited the industrial empire and my stepmother, now an extremely attractive 51-year-old has remarried, some Swiss watch tycoon. I think he’s a submissive!

Anita saved her earnings from Aunty Pat and has now opened an extremely discreet dungeon premises in Beverly Hills. I visit from time to time and enjoy her services. She’s put on a bit of weight, but she’s still a great fuck – and a great domina!

Aunty Pat still lives at the place outside Flagstaff, is now 54 and hasn’t put on an ounce. She’s married to some Hollywood mogul. I hardly ever see her, her visits to Karla are in Geneva and I understand the movie mogul is a possessive type. Knowing Aunty Pat, I’d also bet he’s a submissive type, too!

Ebony – now 56 – now lectures around the world on her speciality subject, the rapidly-diminishing Amazon rain forest. She also appears often on television discussing the rape of the jungle and has written a book. I still have the pictures of her playing with me all those years ago.

The little Latino gardeners were arrested by the police. The man they’d been over-zealous with in the brothel had hired a private detective to track them down, but he dropped charges when they agreed to be deported. Both now work in a Mexico City brothel, double teaming as “The Princesses of Pain”.

Whatever happened to Paula and Bobbi I don’t know, and don’t care.

I am married to a lovely little blonde, some 10 years younger than me, and we have two delightful children. She has absolutely no interest in dominating me, but then a lot of wives don’t, do they?

I maintain my interest in female domination by using a large house specially equipped for the role in a quiet part of Reading. There I can whistle up on call an exquisite black lady – as a reminder of Ebony – a lovely young blonde and a raven-haired young Asiatic beauty. Each is extremely capable when it comes to female domination!

On top of all that, I sometimes find the need to masturbate. I’m not unfaithful, like so many masturbators, who need vast libraries of porn to keep them going in the stroking department.

I still stick with that wonderful femdom magazine I purchased all those years ago in LA. You may remember me mentioning it, it was entitled Mistress Knows Best.

I’ll say she does!

“Happy Saturday Anthony.”

I opened my eyes to the sound of my name. I turned and looked at the red digital numbers on the alarm clock on the nightstand, next to me, and saw 2:56 A.M.

“Anthony, are you naked under these covers?” I heard a soft whisper say in my left ear as I felt a cold hand reach under my bed sheets and touch my naked thigh.

The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn’t Aunt Meg’s voice. I turned my head toward the whisper and saw a familiar face just a few inches from my face.

“Jasmine?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep.” She said as she sat upright, on my side of the bed. “I kept visualizing the show you and Meg put on for me in my head and it was all I could think about. I figured since I was coming over later this morning anyway, I would let myself in and surprise you and Meg.”

I turned to face the other side of the bed and noticed it was empty. Aunt Meg nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Aunt Meg?” I asked.

“I found her passed out on the couch in her bathrobe with her Mac on her lap. You must have really worn her out.”

“Maybe we should wake her up and let her know you are here.”

“Let her sleep Anthony. She needs her rest.” Jasmine replied as she stood up.

I felt her hand slide off my thigh. She stood up, turned her back to me and pulled off her top. Then she reached down to her waist and pushed her bottoms down to her ankles. It was dark in my room, but I could see a faint outline of Jasmine’s sexy curves due to the light entering my room from the moonlit sky, outside the window. I wished there was more light in my room so I could see Jasmine’s smooth, mocha colored, outer pussy lips as she bent over. After getting undressed, Jasmine walked over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp, probably to let me get a good look at her perfect, naked body.

“The central air is making it a bit chilly in here. Do you mind if I get into bed with you to warm up.” She asked.

“What if Aunt Meg sees you in bed with me.” I asked, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head as I became more awake.

“If Meg sees me in bed with you, she will probably join us.” Jasmine retorted with a giggle.

I felt the bedsheets lift up, off of me, and Jasmine climbed onto my side of the bed. I felt her left hand push down on my pillow as she supported her weight, while she swung her right leg over me. She kept her left leg on the opposite side of my body. I felt her soft breasts and hard nipples brush up against my chest. Then she pushed up, off the pillow and sat back. I felt her ass press down on my soft cock. Within seconds, my manhood began to swell.

“Does that mean you are happy to see me?” Jasmine asked as my shaft inflated and pressed up against her backside.

I put my hands on her thighs and caressed her soft skin. She put her hands on my chest and ran her fingers over my tight pecs. I bent my legs at the knees and thrust my pelvis up, off the bed with enough force that Jasmine’s body lifted off of me and she fell forward, causing her to squeal in surprise. I dropped my hips back down onto the bed and slipped my right hand between her legs. I felt a wet spot on my right index finger and knuckle as I touched Jamine’s smooth outer lips while I reached for my engorged cock. Jasmine figured out what I was doing rather quickly as she lay her chest on my chest and waited. I gripped my manhood and moved it around until I found the familiar wet spot with the tip of my helmet. As soon as Jasmine felt my cock touch her wetness, she slid her body down until I penetrated her. I felt a slight pop as my manhood pushed through her lubricated, outer lips and entered her velvet-like flower. I felt goosebumps form all over my entire body as her pussy swallowed most of my length.

“Oh fuck.” Jasmine gasped as she felt me enter her.

Once I was inside her, she sat upright, lifted her pelvis up a bit and then lowered herself onto me, forcing my package deeper into the spongy muscles of her inviting, inner walls. She repeated this motion a few more times until my entire cock was deep, inside her. Eventually, she leaned forward and rested her breasts back down, onto my chest again. I placed both my hands on her backside and massaged her peach shaped ass, slowly.

“You feel really good inside me Anthony. You are the only man I’ve let enter me in several years.”

“Hopefully, this won’t be the last time you let me enter you.”

“Let’s just say that the three of us are going to have a lot of fun together in the near future.” She said with a naughty smile.

I stopped massaging Jasmine’s ass and brought my hands up to her face. I placed my palms on her cheeks and extended Varsak Escort my fingers just behind both her ears. I pulled her face toward me and brought my lips up to her lips. Jasmine opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into my mouth. My tongue coiled itself around hers, like two snakes on the caduceus. I did the best I could to thrust my pelvis in and out of Jasmine, but the more I tried, the more she pushed down on me. On my final attempt to pump Jasmine’s velvety slit, she stopped kissing me and sat up, until her twin cheeks pressed down on my aching balls. I wanted so badly to release my seed deep inside her.

“Slow down Anthony. I know you are a young man, but let’s work on your self control. It will make you a better lover.”

“Yes Miss Jasmine.” I replied in a submissive tone.

“I like that. Call me Miss Jasmine for the rest of this experience, like I am your teacher and you are my student.”

“Yes Miss Jasmine.” I said again.

Jasmine leaned forward and began kissing me again. We kissed passionately for several minutes, our tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths. My cock throbbed and spasmed, like it had a mind of its own, as if it was trying to let Jasmine know that it wanted to be stroked by her inner lips. Everytime my cock spasmed, Jasmine’s pussy muscles tighten around my phallus. Either her pussy was spasming on it’s own, or Jasmine wanted to tease me, in an attempt to drive me insane with desire for her.

I started feeling a small stream of warm fluid run down the base of my stem, down to my balls. Jasmines pussy was producing excessive amounts of lubricant. I knew her honeypot was well primed and it was obvious she yearned for the same thing I so desperately desired, at that moment and time. Eventually, Jasmine sat up and looked down at me.

“Anthony, have you ever heard of the Amazon position?” She asked.

“No.” I replied confused.

“No, what.” Jasmine asked.

“No Miss Jasmine.”

“That’s better.” She stated. “Anthony, how flexible are you?”

“Actually, I’m very flexible Miss Jasmine.”

“That’s good. Let’s see if you are telling the truth. I’m about to show you what the Amazon position is.”

Jasmine adjusted her legs, planted her feet onto the mattress and stood up slowly. I was so turned on by Jasmine that the feeling of her pussy lifting up, off my cock almost sent me to the point of no return. If she had stood up any slower, I was sure I would have cum all over myself.

Jasmine stood over me and paused. My manhood spasmed again as I looked up at the underside of her perky breasts. Jasmine let me examine her for a few moments before she stepped back and maneuvered herself to the foot of the mattress.

“Anthony, I want you to lift your legs and hold them up by supporting the backs of your knees with your hands.”

“Yes Miss Jasmine.” I said obediently as I did what she asked.

Once I was in position, Jasmine walked closer to me.

“Bring your knees closer together.” She ordered.

I obeyed her. I couldn’t see Jasmine too well from that position. I felt the mattress move as she stepped closer to me. Then, I felt her hands grasp both my ankles and she pushed my legs back and down so that my knees almost touched my chest.

“You really are flexible Anthony. This is good.”

“Yes Miss Jasmine.”

“Make sure you hold this position.”

I did as she asked. I let go of the backs of my knees and placed my hands, palms down, on either side of my body. I looked up at Jasmine as she moved her body closer to me. I felt her feet touch my fingertips as she maneuvered into position, above me. Then, I felt her right hand let go of my left ankle. Jasmine squatted down so that her thighs rested on the backs of my legs. Her weight forced my knees, onto my chest. Within seconds, I felt her fingertips wrap themselves around my hardness. As she pulled my throbbing cock back, I felt more of her body weight press down on the backs of my legs. Then I felt a familiar pop on the tip of my stem as I entered her folds. My entire erection slid deep into Jasmine as she sat on my legs and straddled me.

“Mmmm.” Jasmine moaned.

I felt Jasmine’s right hand grasp my left ankle again, after she used it to insert me into her pussy. Her grip tightened on both my ankles as she started grinding me. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, hard and fast. She was very deliberate in how she fucked me. She made sure I knew that she was in control while I was in a very submissive position. I had never felt anything like this before. Being fucked in this manner was extremely erotic for me, but it was also uncomfortable. It was a bit hard to breathe Varsak Escort Bayan as my knees pressed down hard onto my chest. In an odd way, it made me last longer than I ever thought I would. The discomfort I felt counter balanced the extreme pleasure I was feeling while Jasmine rode me like a wild buck.

“Oh Anthony!” Jasmine moaned loudly. She stopped grinding me and started bouncing up and down, hard and fast, on my groin.

Within moments of pounding me, my balls and asshole felt extremely wet. Jasmine’s pussy released a large amount of fluid as she climaxed all over me. She let out a loud scream as she fucked me. Then, without warning, I felt something I had never felt before. Something hard entered my asshole. My rectum tightened as hard as it could, but whatever entered me slid further inside me and I was helpless to stop it.

“What’s the matter Anthony? Is this the first time a woman slipped a finger into your ass?”

It was at that moment that I realized Aunt Meg was in the bedroom with Jasmine and me.

“Aunt Meg!” I exclaimed.

“Shut your mouth Anthony!” Jasmine demanded.

I obeyed without a word.

“I was hoping you would join us.” Jasmine said as she turned to face Aunt Meg without breaking her stride.

“Well, I woke up to the familiar sounds of your moaning. I looked around, but I didn’t see you. I thought I was dreaming. Then, I heard more moaning and the sounds of two bodies smacking into each other coming from up here. I had to come see what was happening in here while I was sleeping. When I saw you fucking my nephew the way you fuck me when I wear the strap-on, I figured I would have some fun.”

Jasmine started laughing. She stopped bouncing up and down on my cock and started grinding me again.

“Anthony, I see Jasmine taught you the amazon position.”

“She sure did, Aunt Meg.” I said in a raspy voice, struggling to fill my lungs with air as my knees continued to press into my chest.

“Meg, are you going to do what I think you’re about to do?” Jasmine asked.

“If you are asking me if I’m about to milk my nephew’s prostate, then yes.” She said with a giggle.

“Wait, did you say you’re going to milk my prostate?!” I asked in a panic.

“Relax Anthony!” Jasmine demanded. “You’re going to like this. Just make sure you tell me when you are about to cum, ok?

“Yes Miss Jasmine.” I answered in a timid voice.

As soon as I answered, I felt a pressure inside me. Jasmine continued to grind me hard and fast. I was impressed by her stamina. The harder and faster she went, the more intense the pressure inside my rectum became. I felt Aunt Meg’s finger fuck my virgin asshole. She must had had her finger slightly bent upward as she thrust it in and out of me.

It was a very odd feeling at first, but then, without warning, I felt a climax come over me like no other orgasm I ever experience. I grasped both of Jasmine’s ankles and squeezed as hard as I could. It felt like electricity coursing through out my whole body.

“Anthony, are you cumming?!” Jasmine squealed as she felt my grip tighten on her ankles.

Before I could answer, I felt my fluids erupt from deep inside my balls, out of the tip of my cock. Jasmine stopped grinding my cock and slid her body forward, onto my stomach. My dick slipped out of her pussy, but not before I sent two streams of hot, sticky semen deep inside her. Then, without warning, I felt a hand squeeze the tip of my cock. My stem continued to spasm as my orgasm continued, but my cum couldn’t exit my helmut. I felt Aunt Meg put me in her mouth. It was her hand that had grabbed my cock. She released her grip and stroked my manhood with her left hand while her right hand continued to milk my prostate. I felt the rest of my cum exit the tip of my cock as I sprayed the back of my Aunt’s throat. Words can’t explain the sensation I felt. My orgasm lasted for what felt like a full minute.

After my orgasm faded, Aunt Meg pulled her finger out of my ass and released her lips from the tip of my helmut. I Iooked up and saw Jasmine looking back at me.

“Anthony, I told you to warn be before you came!” She exclaimed as a mixture of my hot cum and her juices leaked out of her pussy, onto my stomach.

“I’m sorry Jasmine, but I had an intense jolt of electricity shoot through my body. It came out of nowhere. I had never felt anything like that before and I couldn’t speak!”

“Don’t worry Jasmine, he couldn’t have cum that much. I swallowed quite a large load from him.”

Jasmine slid off me and lay down on her back, next to me. She looked at Aunt Meg without saying a word.

Aunt Meg smiled. Escort Varsak Then she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between Jasmine’s legs.

“I have a solution.” She said as she lowered herself over Jasmine’s pussy.

She placed her lips on Jasmine’s labia and proceeded to lick the remnents of my seed from her slit. Jasmine moaned slightly as Aunt Meg lapped up our sexual fluids.

My eyes were locked onto my aunt as I watched her perform oral sex on her girlfriend. After several moments of feasting on Jasmine’s slit, Aunt Meg lifted her head.

“Why don’t you sit on my face and let me suck out the rest of my naughty nephew’s cum.” She suggested.

“I love that idea.” Jasmine answered.

I watched Jasmine sit up and move over so that Aunt Meg could lay down where Jasmine had been. Once my aunt was in position, Jasmine stood over her and lowered her pussy onto her face. Jasmine arched her back and moaned as my Aunt consumed her muffin. My cock spasmed, letting me know that it wanted to play some more. It never went soft after my orgasm. It was at this point that I decided to take some initiative.

I slid off the bed and walked to the foot of the mattress. Neither woman had noticed that I had moved. I watched them for several moments before climbing onto the bed. I positioned myself between Aunt Meg’s legs, lifted them up, put them on my shoulders and knelt down in front of her so that I could penetrate her hairy essence.

Jasmine looked back, over her shoulder and watched me with a smile. She knew what I wanted to do . She stood up and turned around to face me as I entered my Aunt.

“Oh fuck!” Aunt Meg whaled as my entire manhood slipped into her saturated folds.

Jasmine lowered herself over Aunt Meg’s face, this time in reverse cowgirl position. She leaned forward and started licking Aunt Meg’s clit while I fucked her. Both women moaned as they licked each other’s private parts while I pumped my mother’s sister. I leaned back a bit and fucked her slowly, so that I could watch Jasmine’s tongue flutter over Aunt Meg’s clit. I was extremely aroused watching Jasmine take in a mouth full of Aunt Meg’s strawberry blonde pubic hair while she worked her exposed clit.

“I need to cum Anthony!” Exclaimed Aunt Meg. “Fuck my pussy harder!”

Jasmine stopped licking my Aunt and looked up at me.

“Do as your Aunt asked boy.” She demanded.

“Yes Miss Jasmine.” I said obediently.

Aunt Meg let out a loud scream as my thrusts intensified in force and speed. Jasmine slid off my Aunt and knelt next to her. She leaned forward to get a closer look at my cock entering and exiting my Aunt’s muffin.

“Anthony is doing a good job Meg.” Jasmine said to my Aunt as she looked at her over her shoulder.

“Mmmmhmmmm!!” Aunt Meg managed to say between loud moans of pleasure.

“Aunt Meg, I’m going to cum!” I said to her, getting ready to pull out of her.

“Pull out Anthony and feed me your seed.” Jasmine said as she lay her head on Aunt Meg’s stomach with her mouth open.

“Here it comes!” I exclaimed as I was about to pull my cock out of Aunt Meg’s pussy.

“Oh no you don’t!” Aunt Meg yelled.

She slipped her legs from off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist, tight to keep me from pulling out.

“Jasmine got your load and I want to feel you cum inside me too!”

Jasmine lifted her head from Aunt Meg’s stomach and looked back at her in surprise. I let out a loud groan as the first rope of cum erupted from the tip of my cock, deep into Aunt Meg’s pussy. I felt her pussy muscles tighten around my stem as I came. Aunt Meg let out a loud groan too. Her body convulsed and spasmed. I could tell her orgasm had just started. It was as if my planting my seed inside her caused her to climax. Our bodies convulsed together, for several moments. Finally, my orgasm subsided, but Aunt Meg’s body kept spasming for several more seconds after I was done. Her legs released their grip, allowing me to start pumping her again. As I continued to fuck my aunt, Jasmine slid off the bed, walked over to Aunt Meg and whispered something in her ear. When she was done, she lay down next to her. As soon as Aunt Meg finished climaxing, she sat up. My cock slid out of her. She flipped her body around and climbed on top of Jasmine in a 69 position.

“Go ahead Jasmine, suck all of Anthony’s cum out of my pussy.” She said as she lowered her groin onto Jasmine’s face. “Anthony, come over here and let me suck that beautiful cock of yours.” Aunt Meg demanded.

I was more than happy to obey. Aunt Meg licked and sucked my manhood from tip to base until I went soft. When Jasmine was done drinking my fluids from Aunt Meg’s pussy, she spanked her ass a few times. Aunt Meg got off Jasmine. She turned around and kissed her, before laying down next to her. I maneuvered my way between both women and took turns kissing them both. Then they both lay their heads on my chest and the 3 of us fell asleep.

Benden etkilendiğini biliyordum ne zaman yanında sevgililerimden bahsetsem konuyu kapatıyor ben rahatsız oluyorum bana anlatma derdi bir sabah ta aletimi şortumdan sıyırıp görmesini sağladım hoşuna gitmişti dokunmamak için kendini zor tuttu ama o an anladım ki fırsatı olsa bana verecek ama bana gerek kalmadı gece yatağıma kadar geldi

Sikim taş gibi pijamadan fırlayacakmış gibiydi Kafamı ters yöne çevirdim.
Özlem yukarı gelince sessizce offff şuna bak dedi.
O öyle deyince daha da sertleşti.
Sakin ol diyordum kendime.
Birden sessizce inilti sesi geliyordu.
Yanıma oturma sesi geldi.
Daha sonra uyandırmadan pijamamı az kaldırdı.
Offf keşke siksen dediğini duydum.
Yanıyorum şeytan sar belinden dik diyor ağzını kapat.
Ama yapmadım.
Ve bir gece… Kapı açıldı uyandım gecelik Tarzı uzun birşey Duraliler Escort vardı üstünde.
Ne oldu dedim korktum dedi.
Dediğim gibi teyzem ve eniştem davul çalsan Yanlarında kalkmaz horlar birde.
Gel Yanıma dedim.
Yanıma yattı.
Sağa sola Dönüyor uyuyamıyorum yanıyorum.
Hemen Yanımda.
 Sonra bu gece OLMASINA karar verdim.

Solumda yatıyordu ve sesimi çıkartmadım sola döndüm.
Tam arkasına yerleştim.
Sağa dönmek istedi arkasında Olduğum için dönemedi.
Ben daha da yaklaştım duvara dayandı geri esnerken katılınca uyku halinde gibi bende sikimi kalçasına göt deliğine bastırıyordum.
Hoşuma gitti o uyuyor mu uyumuyor mu bilmiyorum.
Özlem’in her hareket etmesinde daha da abanmaya başladım.
Uyuyordu be geri Çekildim üzerimi çıkardım belinden sarıldım Escort Duraliler sikimi tekrar göt deliğine dayadım.
O hareket edince yine abandım.
Elimi kalçasına götürdüm.
Okşamaya başladım.
Hıylandı.
Elini eteği sıyırıp kalçasına götürdü kaşıdı.
Birdaha  sikimi sürttüm yine kaşıdı ve o kalçaları gözümün önündeydi.

Külodunu hafif yana  sıyırdım.
Arkadan sikecektim ilk.
Hareket etmesini bekledim.
Sikimden gelen meni kalçasını kayganlaştırdı.
Ve hareket etti.
Öyle bir abandım ki.
Hemen uyandı arkasına baktı.
Çıkart dedi.
Olmaz dedim çıkar canım yanıyor ateş gibi oldu dedi.
Ben git gel yapmaya başladım.
Ahhh off diyordu göğüslerinin ucuna dokunuyor.
Göğüslerini sıkıyordum.
Offf götümü parçaladın çok kalın diyordu.
Duraliler Escort Bayan Ben dahada abanmaya başladım.
Benim sikim 19 cm ama Özlem’in kalçalarından 3-4 cm sularda kalıyordu.
Ve Sırt üstü çevirdim.
Tamamını sokmaya başladım.
Inlemeye başladı.
Bizimkiler uyanmıyor diye daha sert silmeye başladım.
Ayarı bir Kaç kez kalçalarından ses geldi ben abandıkça.

Iyi yanıyor götümün.
Bitirdin beni diyordu.
Sen benimsin diyordum.
Ben kızım nerden seninim desibel üzerindeydim sikimi çıkarttım Amina dayadım.
Orası olmaz dedi ilk girmek istedim olmadı.
Sonra ağzını kapadım yüklendim.
Şimdi neyimsin dedim artık kaybetmiştim kendimi o daracık Amina girdim vıcık vıcık ses geliyordu.
Senin karınım diyordum.
Köküne kadar sok demeye başladı.
Yüzünü bana çevirdim.
Öyle öpüşüyorduk ki bacaklarını belime sardı sikmeye devam ettim.
Ve 10 dakika sonra üstüne boşaldım battaniye ile sildi yanına uzandım.
Beni sikmek istediğini bilmiyordum dedi.
Bende keşke beni sikse dediğini duydum emin oldum dedim.
Bir süre nasıl siktiğim ile konuştuk ve üzerini çıkardı Üstüme geldi.

All characters are over 18 years old.

This story takes place after a month in Boston with her Aunt Elizabeth. I STRONGLY suggest that you read the previous stories to understand what motivates her and how she thinks. For those of you reading this as a new story, sorry for jumping ahead, but I really wanted to write this now.

Comments are always welcome, but if you don’t like something, at least tell me what the problem is. Those “If it doesn’t get better, you will lose a reader!” comments don’t really help. If you don’t tell me what you don’t like, I really can’t fix it. I’m not a mind reader.

*****

I was going through serious withdrawal. Not a happy camper right now. Oh sure, I was having more sex now than any time in my life, but since I haven’t had sex since I got to Boston, it really didn’t take much. The truth is, my aunt had really taught me a lot in how to seduce men and women. I was pretty much a tomboy loner back home. I never even considered dating, or even having sex for that matter. Now, since I came to visit my aunt a month ago, I was introduced to a whole new world. Perhaps I should explain a bit.

For those of you who may not know me, my name is Gail. Gail Theresa O’Malley. GTO. If you want a detailed explanation of who I am, you might want to read my first story, “GTO”. Short intro here, just the relevant info.

I am 5 feet 6 inches tall, weigh approximately 120 lbs., hypnotic emerald green eyes, flaming red hair that reaches to the center of my back, and legs that go for miles. No matter how busy I am, I still manage to spend at least an hour a day in my home gym. Personally, I think my best feature is my tight ass and miles long legs, but it seems that most guys (and a fair number of women) tend to drool over my 38D breasts. Let me tell you, trying to slide under a car with those things can be a real challenge.

Both my parents really made an effort to explain to me what they did in their jobs. I ended up having a knack for mathematics, and I would spend countless hours on weekends working on cars with my dad while I was growing up. By the time I was 10 years old, I could rebuild a carburetor practically blindfolded. Mom also taught me the basic physics of engineering in the evenings while she was working on one project or another at home. Unfortunately, mom died in a car accident caused by some stupid drunk driver when I was 11 years old, so from then on it was just me and dad. Dad made a pretty decent living on his own, but because of a really good life insurance from mom, we were pretty well set. Dad did date occasionally, but he never seemed overly interested in it. I think he just did it because I would mention to him that he needed to get out of the house occasionally.

With mom gone, I really didn’t have a female role model to teach me the finer points of being a lady. I grew up more of a tomboy wearing jeans and tee-shirts and working on cars. When I turned 15, I went to work at my dad’s shop on weekends and during breaks in school. I was pretty much an outcast in high school because I didn’t fit in with any of the cliques. I was a girl, so the gearheads really didn’t take me seriously. Obviously, I was not feminine enough for the prissy popular girls. I never got into sports, because that would take time away from working on cars with my dad. And I found the nerds to be boring. Dad did insist that I focus on my studies, and he would insist that all my homework was done correctly before he would let me help him in the shop. Truth be told, I liked doing my schoolwork, and, because of the work ethic instilled in me early by my parents, I strived to always be at the top of the class.

It should be obvious that I didn’t have many friends in high school. I was pretty much a loner. I was also usually pretty laid back until I was pushed too far. That would happen occasionally. Some cheerleader would start making comments about me, and when I didn’t retaliate she would escalate the bullying. Eventually, she would go a step too far by pushing me in the hallway, knocking the books out of my hands, or throwing something at me. Big mistake! Working on cars can really strengthen you. Lifting transmissions, torqueing head bolts, and carrying engine components around the machine shop can really build some muscles. So there I would be with the crying prissy cheerleader in the principal’s office. I never really got in trouble, usually just a warning about bitch-slapping her. I’m pretty sure that the principal knew what was really going on, because he would dismiss me, then talk to the other girl for a few minutes longer. The other girls would avoid me after that.

Anyway, my dad gave me a really nice built up 1969 GTO for my 16th birthday. Me, being me, I soon began street racing with it and relieving a few pretentious rich boys of their cars. (FYI, as soon as dad figured it out, he put a stop to my street racing for pink slips career). Read all about that in my firs story.

Anyway, just as soon as summer break started Meydankavağı Escort after my junior year, dad called me into the living room for a talk. He told me that he was proud of the person I had become but was concerned about the lack of a female role model to teach me about being a woman. He said that he had discussed it with my Aunt Elizabeth (Mom’s younger sister) and they had agreed that I would spend the summer with her in Boston. No cars, no racing, no mechanics. I protested. I pleaded, I cried. I begged. All to no avail. I was going, and that was that! Dad laughed when I offered to race him for it. He politely declined, saying that it was already decided, and he was not going to change his mind. So that summer, I grudgingly went to Boston. Let me tell you, after a couple of VERY interesting confrontations during the first two weeks (Apparently Aunt Elizabeth is really good at hiding her true persona from the rest of the family) it became a really educational summer. I’m sure if dad really knew who Aunt Elizabeth was behind the classy reserved exterior she showed to the family, he would have freaked out and forbade me to ever associate with her. And this is the story of that summer.

As it turned out, Aunt Elizabeth is a bisexual dominant. She has several ‘pets’ – both male and female – that serve her every kink. Considering our extended family is actually quite religious and conservative, that was a real eye opener. After a couple of rough days, I agreed to give her two weeks to convince me to stay. In answer to your question, I already said that I had been here a month. Still, I was going through withdrawal from not driving. Perhaps that will explain what happened next.

So here I was. Sitting on a bench on a late Wednesday morning outside a Starbucks sipping my Carmel Macchiato and wishing I was behind the wheel of a race car. As I sat there, I gradually became aware of an argument taking place nearby. Casually looking around, I noticed that it was between a couple a few years older than me. Perhaps college age. It kind of sounded like a difference of opinion on how they were going to spend their Saturday night. I perked up when the girl said something about not wanting to play second fiddle to the races again. That got my attention.

Another subtle look showed a very attractive brunette and a rather good looking preppy looking blonde haired guy. You know the type. He was prom king, most popular boy in high school, high status in his frat, typical entitled rich kid. She was probably about 5′ 6″, looked like D cups, trim, athletic, cheerleader type. Wouldn’t hurt to listen a little more and see if I could turn this into something.

“Look, you know that this is what I do. Hell, you got that car of yours because of this. I expect you there as usual Saturday night!” he said.

“But babe,” she responded, “you can miss one night. We’ve done the same thing for three years! Maybe we can have a nice dinner and catch a show just once.”

“Look Mandy. You either show up as my girlfriend as usual or show up to give my that car back. Either way, you show up, or I will tell everyone you abandoned us. You know what that will do to you. I suppose you could always get new friends though. Maybe someone else can take care of you then.”

With that, he got up and walked to the parking lot. I watched him as he got into a rather sweet late ’60s or early ’70s Corvette Stingray. I listened to the engine as he started it then drove off. ‘Hmmmm’ I thought. “big block. Not completely stock, but not overly built up. Pretty fast. Low 10’s with a decent driver.’

Curious, I got up and followed her as she walked to her car. She took out her keys and started to unlock the door of a ’69 Mustang Fastback. Now, I am not into Fords, but I have to admit a little respect for a couple of their muscle cars.

“Nice car.” I said as I was walking past.

“Thanks.” she replied. “Unfortunately, I may not have it for much longer.”

“Yeah. Sorry, I couldn’t help overhearing. If it makes any difference, I think he is an asshole.”

“Yeah, he is, but not a whole lot I can do about it.” She sighed.

“Maybe, maybe not.” I replied. Suddenly a plan began to form in my mind.

She looked at me questioningly. Perhaps a bit of hope in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

I smiled at her, my plan to not only take care of my little car problem but humiliate a prick and add this little babe to my list beginning to firm up. “How bad do you want to keep this car?”

“Not bad enough to lose all my friends and status over.”

“What if you could keep the car, keep your friends, humiliate that moron, and actually increase your status with your group?” I asked.

I almost looked in a mirror to see if I grew a third eye by the way she looked at me.

“My name is Gail.” I introduced. “But my friends call me by my initials – GTO.”

“Mandy.” she said. “What are you talking about. The only way to do what you suggest Meydankavağı Escort Bayan is to beat him, and NOBODY has ever done that.”

“First time for everything.” I responded. “Now, it is Wednesday. We have until Saturday night to get ready. I know I don’t look like it, but I can do this for you.”

“Why? I mean you don’t even know me, so why are you going to do this?”

“I have my reasons. Also, this will not be without something in it for me, but, when it comes to that, I really don’t think you will balk at the cost. In fact, I’m betting you will be happy to pay it.”

I told her I needed a shop shat could keep quiet so her (ex?) boyfriend wouldn’t find out. I also went into a discount clothing store and got a pair of jeans, tee-shirt, and boots. Yeah, I’m not doing car repairs in a nice dress and heels. We drove to a shop that belonged to someone whose son lost a car to the jerk. After a bit of negotiation, he agreed to let me use one of the bays for a couple of days.

After changing into my new work clothes, I pulled the ‘stang into the bay and started to see what I had to work with. Boss 429 engine. I already knew it was a toploader 4-speed manual transmission. 9-inch rear end. Yeah, I could work with this.

I went into the office to make a phone call. “Hi Bethany. Is Aunt Elizabeth available?”

“Of course, Mistress. She is always available for you. Hold on.”

“Hello Gail.” Auntie answered. “What do you need?”

“Hi Auntie. First off, I probably won’t be home until late. Second, I will be busy Saturday night, and may not be home until late, or, if things go well, until Sunday morning. Third, I need about two thousand dollars.”

“I see. May I ask why?”

“You may.”

“Seriously? Oh for fuck sake! WHY?”

“I said that you could ask. I never said I would answer, but, if you want to see the pay-off, you can come with me Saturday night. It probably wouldn’t hurt for you to see a little about the other side of me.”

“OK. Tell me where you are, and I will send Jenn with the cash. I will also plan on going with you on Saturday. Anything else?”

“Ummm, since you want to go Saturday, you will probably want to bring Bethany and have Jenn drive you. She will probably also want to join us to watch.”

“Fine.”

I told her where I was and went to work.

Jenn showed up with the money, and I talked her into driving us to a local speed shop. We made the purchases and returned to the garage with the new parts. I’m not going to go into details here, but I will say that it is amazing what someone who knows what they are doing can do with the right bolt-on parts.

No, I didn’t make it home that night. In fact, I didn’t get home until Thursday night. Late Friday morning, I had Jenn take me back to the shop. After finishing up a couple minor issues, Mandy and I took her car out to a deserted road to run some tests. Mandy drove OK, but not spectacularly. We ran a few more runs as I gave her some tips. She did improve, but not enough.

Finally, I suggested, “Mandy, I understand that this is your car, but I think that, perhaps, you should let me race it for this.”

“And what makes you think you can do better than me?”

“Mandy, not only am I an awesome mechanic, but I am actually also a professional drag racer. Now, I know that you have no reason to believe me, but how about if you let me make one pass down this road and prove it to you?”

She wasn’t overly thrilled about it, but the hope that I gave her convinced her to let me try. One pass. That’s all it took. The plan was coming together. Everything was set.

“OK, Gail. Don’t get me wrong here, because I really do appreciate what you’ve done, but I’m smart enough to know that nothing is free in this world. What’s your angle? What do you get out of this?”

Yeeaaahhh. I was wondering when that question would come up. Truthfully, I was expecting it a lot sooner. “Fair question, but the answer is a little more complicated. Tell you what, how about we go back to my Aunt’s house, have a glass or two of wine, and I will tell you why I am doing this and what I am hoping to get out of it.”

We got back to Auntie’s place and sat in the living room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Since it was just after noon, Aunt Elizabeth and everyone else wouldn’t be home for several hours. As we started on the bottle, I told her of my life back home. I explained my love of driving, and how I didn’t have a car out here. I was going through withdrawals from not driving. “So first off, I want his car. I fix it so you keep your car, and in return, I get the car that we win.”

“Seems fair.” she said. “Is that it?”

“Not exactly. I also hate pretentious pricks. Showing him up and humiliating him will really get me off.” I explained. “Also, I am working on another angle to this that I am hoping to make a bit of extra cash.”

By this time, we had killed the first bottle of wine Escort Meydankavağı and were feeling pretty mellow.

“Oh man!” I groaned. “My muscles are really sore from nonstop work on that car the last couple of days. Tell you what. How about I grab another bottle of wine, and we move this to the jacuzzi?”

She started to protest about not having a bathing suit with her, but after a few minutes convincing her that the area with the jacuzzi was private, no one else was going to be home for several hours, and, come on – it’s just us girls, she relented. Now, if things went as planned, I was going to get the part of the bargain that I didn’t tell her about – HER!

Mandy’s view:

I protested (weakly) about getting naked in a stranger’s house with some girl that I had only met a couple of days ago. Sure, I had seen naked girls before, and I had even been naked in front other girls. I wasn’t particularly shy about my body, after all, I had to admit that I was pretty attractive. The problem was that all those times being naked with other girls were in locker rooms while changing and no sexual undertones. This was a whole lot more intimate. I never really looked at another girl in a sexual sense before. I was totally into guys. Now, here was a very attractive girl – alone – who exuded confidence and sexuality. While she hadn’t made a single move on me, not even so much as a casual flirt or suggestive comment – I couldn’t help but think curiously what she would feel like. I could blame it on the bottle of wine we killed, but in reality I was starting to wonder about that before we even opened the bottle. After a brief hesitation, I followed her to the jacuzzi, stripped, and joined her in the water.

“So, Gail, exactly what is the plan? I understand that you are going to race him for pink slips, but how are you going to get him to agree to let you drive my car? Typically, he insists that the owner of the car drives.”

She looked at me with a smirk, poured us each another glass of wine from the new bottle she had just opened, and replied, “Ever had a threesome?”

“You mean you, me, and him? No, I’ve never had two guys at the same time, let alone another girl. What are you talking about?”

After taking another sip of her wine, she slid over beside me and placed her hand on my shoulder. “OK. You should already realize this, but what I am doing does have a chance of not being successful. I might lose. You need to be ready for that possibility. I think I can get him to agree to a straight up race, but I may need to sweeten the pot a little. If I have to, I will offer a threesome between you, me, and him should I lose. Seriously, no guy could refuse that offer.”

I was kind of getting a little excited by that. I mean, I couldn’t really help seeing her as she took off her clothes to get into the jacuzzi. Damn! I thought I had a rockin’ body. I have to admit, my mind started going places it had never gone before. Then I saw it. Those green eyes. Damn, how had I missed the smoldering in them when she looked at me. Then I realized that her hand had moved from just resting on my shoulder to now softly caressing my arm. I then took a quick intake of breath when I felt her other hand softly touch my knee.

“I-I-I’ve n-n-ever b-b-been with a girl before.” I managed to stutter out as I lowered my eyes from her gaze. It was then that I noticed my nipples had gotten quite hard, even though it was far from cold in the water.

“Shhhhh. Just relax. I promise I won’t bite.” Then she got a wicked grin. “Although I might just nibble and lick a little.”

Back to Gail:

Putty in my hands. It was then that a new idea formed in my head. I was originally planning on turning her into a pet, but then thought, ‘why not see if I could turn her into the East Coast version of me?’ After all, I was only going to be here for another month, and I remember my first time with Cassandra. That was just two equals pleasuring each other. No Domme/Submissive. Just two girlfriends loving each other. ‘Hmmm, yes. Then teach her to drive like a professional, and she would be ruling the street racing crowds on the East Coast.’

I slowly began moving my left hand up her right leg along the outside of her thigh, caressing as I went as my right hand continued to caress her left arm. I saw her breathing become heavier as I leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft and gentle kiss. She didn’t kiss back, but she didn’t resist either. My lips softly moved around her face, gently kissing as they went. Soft light kisses on her cheeks, forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose. As I moved my one hand to the back of her neck, and the other hand to her cute little butt, I kissed her lips again. Not too hard, but with a little more passion. This time her mouth opened and accepted my tongue. I moved my mouth to her ear and breathed out, “God, you are so beautiful.”

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned.

As I lightly began kissing and nibbling on her neck, I felt her hands begin rubbing on my back. I worked my way down her neck lightly kissing her shoulders, chin, throat, and chest. My hand slid up her body from her butt, along her waist, gently stroking her ribs, and finally to cup her right breast. I moved back up and kissed her passionately. This time, her tongue met mine, and she returned the passion that I was giving her.

Sammie and Jane met when they were 18 at college. They were friends right away and remained friends. They had seen each other through thick and thin, boyfriends and break-ups. This is the story of how their friendship bloomed and they found out their true feelings.

I looked at my clock with anticipation, Jane would be home soon and she would find out how her date with the sexy Jim went. The door slammed at ten past ten Jane threw herself onto the couch.

“I’m done with men… FOREVER!” She yelled out and I knew exactly what she needed. Without asking I took out a large bottle of wine and poured a glass for myself and her roommate.

The story was told of how Jim had ignored her all night, was rude and even asked the waitress out on a date. I hugged her tight.

“Screw men! Honestly honey, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“But, Sammie, what if it’s me? Why can’t I find a guy who loves me for me?” She sobbed.

“Jane! You’re beautiful, look at you, you’re so pretty, and your body is so sexy, look at your tits, they’re huge! Any man is lucky to get close to those.”

We giggled and more wine was poured and drunk.

A few hours went by and we were more and more drunk. We danced to music and collapsed in a fit of giggles on the sofa.

“Do I really have nice tits? I always thought they were too big. Erenköy Escort What do you think?” She asked taking her shirt off over her head and exposing her beautiful breasts really full.

I was taken back by her nudity looked away.

“See! You hate them!” She cried. I didn’t know how to explain to her my feelings.

“Jane, no, you don’t understand. I’m shy because, they’re beautiful.”

She looked at me through the tears.

“You’re beautiful” I told her.

“Have you ever kissed another girl?” She asked me touching my face gently.

“No. Have you?”

“No.” She leaned close to me and I licked my lips in anticipation. Slowly she licked around my lip line and took my bottom lip in her mouth before kissing me gently full on my lips. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. Without consulting my feelings I pushed my lips onto her hard and our tongues began darting in and out of each others mouths in a frenzy. My hands twined in her hair and pushed her further her bare breasts pushed onto chest and felt so sexy. We pulled apart and I leaned close to her ear.

“I want to touch your tits. I want to kiss them. I want to touch you. I want…” Before I could finish she pushed her huge hard nipples into my face, they mashed against my teeth and I sucked harder and harder.

Her Erenköy Escort Bayan legs swung open and her skirt was ripped off in seconds leaving a tight G-string and her gleaming pussy in sight.

“Get naked” She moaned. “Now I wanna show you how men should eat pussy!”

I was literally dripping wet and I took off all my clothes and stood in front of her waiting. She placed my led on the arm of the sofa and began to kiss upwards towards my pussy. Slowly biting and licking and kissing until her face was in my pussy. She licked tentatively and I let a moan escape my lips. As her tongue reached my heaving clit she stopped and said “I once heard you talk dirty to a guy you had in your room. Talk dirty to me, the better the talk the better the tongue fuck.”

A trickle of cum went down my leg and I began.

“Fuck me. Lick my clit. Taste me.” I cried out

Her mouth clamped onto my hard clit and she sucked hard.

“Oh yes!” I yelled out “Treat me like a slut, make me pay for everything bad men have done for you!”

As her tongue worked my clit, she took three fingers and pumped them into my dripping hole hard and deep again and again. Not satisfied with three fingers she pushed in a fourth and her thumb rested my my asshole.

“OHHH That’s so good” I breathed.

She suddenly Escort Erenköy stopped and pulled out her fingers.

“Jane. Please carry on.” I begged as she stood with me. She kissed me hard on the mouth and I tasted my sweet juices on her face. It tasted amazing, and I wanted more but as I kissed her harder she pushed me away and I fell on the ground.

“Jane!” I cried. She straddled my and her perfect ass was in my face. “Oh Jane!” I cried in delight as she sat right on my mouth.

My tongue darted in and out of her loose pussy and she juices were flowing onto my chin. She bounced on my face crying out loud. My nose buried into her hard clit rubbing it fast.

“Oh yes! You dirty whore! You fucking slut make me cum!” She bent forward and fucked my pussy with her fingers hard again. She licked my clit and lapped my pussy harder and harder. Then out of nowhere a vibrator was plunged deep into my cunt making me scream out. The better she fucked my the more I ate her out, the more she bounced on my darting tongue.

I pulled out my tongue and flicked her clit hard and harder still.

“Fuck me! She yelled “Be the slut you are and fuck me! HARDER! HARDER!”

I felt an explosion begin in my hole and I moaned hard. She bounced and yelled

“I’m cumming! YES YES YES YEEESSSS” I drank her cum harder and harder and eventually I came hard.

Once we had calmed down she looked at me.

“I hope this doesn’t change anything, I mean, should we ignore this. You’re still my best buddy, you always will be.” I said shyly.

“It changes everything I’m afraid.” Jane said.

“Now we’re fuck best buddies!”

My birthday is in late August so I had just turned eighteen when I arrived on campus for my freshman year. After getting everything up to my dorm room I took a walk around campus with my parents. Later, after they left for home, I spent some time getting settled. My roommate, Alison, was a sophomore and wouldn’t arrive until the following day.

It was an exciting time for me. After getting most of my things put away I went out with some of the other girls and we toured the campus, stopping at the student union for pizza. I got to bed late and wasn’t thrilled when Alison arrived at seven a.m. She dragged me out of bed and said, “Wow, Kate, you’re cute. Now come on and help me get my stuff up from the truck.”

For a brief moment I hated her with a passion. I’m small and slim with blonde hair and hazel eyes and I hate being called cute. Mostly, I guess, because it’s accurate and I’ve always wanted people to think of me as pretty. I also hated her because I’m 5′ 2″ and 105 pounds and she was 5′ 10″, maybe 135 pounds, and drop-dead gorgeous. Black hair, big brown eyes, smooth olive complexion, a figure to die for and long, long beautiful legs.

I pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and my hate faded as I helped her bring her things up from her father’s truck. Her father couldn’t help much because his left ankle was in a cast. It took an hour to get her stuff in and situated and by then I found myself really liking her. She was smart and funny and full of life.

Like many freshman I was inclined to party more and study less. But I was lucky. Alison wouldn’t allow Ahatlı Escort it. She sat me down and talked to me about being responsible, about not wasting the opportunity my parents were giving me. When that didn’t work she grabbed me, dragged me across her lap, and spanked me until I was sobbing like a baby. When I promised to stop partying and study hard she let me up.

As soon as I was free I yelled and cursed and told her I was going to report her. Then I stormed out of our room and headed across campus toward the police station. I came to my senses about halfway there and turned around. I realized that Alison was right. I was cheating my parents out of money they’d worked hard to earn.

I walked back to the dorm and apologized to Alison for being such a brat. She smiled and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. We all have our moments. How does your ass feel?”

“It hurts, you big oaf. You don’t realize how strong you are!”

She grinned at me. “Come here and I’ll fix it.” She had a tube of some kind of lotion that she said would take the pain away. She told me to take off my shorts and then she had me stretch out on my bed. She sat down next to me, eased my panties down, and squeezed some of the lotion into her hands. I closed my eyes as she spread the lotion over my sore ass. The pain started to fade almost immediately.

I started to doze off as she continue to stroke my ass and thighs. I knew I should stop her, knew I shouldn’t be enjoying it so much, but it just felt so good! Nobody had ever touched me so much in my Ahatlı Escort Bayan entire life. I didn’t protest when she eased my panties off completely and tossed them aside. She straddled my hips and began to rub my back. After a moment or two she tugged on my t-shirt and said, “Let’s get this out of the way.”

A moment later I was naked and Alison resumed rubbing my back. It was incredibly relaxing and I could feel the tension oozing out of me. I was dozing when she slipped her hand between my legs and cupped my pubic mound. I looked back over my shoulder and was surprised to see that she was also nude.

I said something and to this day I can’t be sure of what I said. I thought I said, “Please, don’t.” But I could have said, “Please, don’t stop.”

Either way, it didn’t matter. Alison masturbated me to orgasm. A long, intense orgasm that seemed to last for hours. But it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two or maybe three. Any longer and it would have burned out my nervous system completely!

When I was able I sat up and said, “Oh my God. We can’t do this again.”

Alison just smiled and gathered me up in her arms. She sat me on her lap and I rested my head on her shoulder while she stroked my belly, breasts, and thighs. She pinched and teased my nipples until I was so aroused I couldn’t see straight! I begged her to let me cum but she just kept stroking me, teasing me, driving me crazy. Finally, after I’d been begging for several minutes, she put me down on my bed, on my back, and spread my legs.

I Escort Ahatlı moaned with pleasure when I felt her warm wet tongue touch my labia. She ran her tongue over my slit and then pushed it deep into my pussy. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as her tongue found my clit! Time seemed to slow. I thought I was going to die from the intense pleasure her tongue generated. I did scream when she ran the tip of her finger over my anus. My orgasm exploded, even more intense than the first one! It was so intense that I blacked out for a moment. It was lucky that the neighboring rooms had music blaring so loud that nobody heard me scream.

Alison sat next to me and rubbed my belly with soft strokes until I was calm again. Then she leaned and kissed me for the first time. It was a slow, sweet kiss with lots of tongue. Afterward, she smiled and said, “That tangy taste was you.”

I blushed and closed my eyes. She kissed me again and then she said she had some reading to do. I also had some reading to do so I got up and found my panties. As I started to step into them Alison smiled and said, “No, Kate. Stay naked.”

I glanced at her, surprised. She had on a t-shirt and panties. “Why?”

“Because I prefer you naked. You’re mine now.”

I hesitated for a moment and Alison said, “Don’t make me spank you again.”

I tossed my panties aside, grabbed my book, and sat down on my bed to read.

Later, as we prepared for bed, I asked Alison what she’d meant when she said “You’re mine now.”

“Just what I said, Kate. You’re mine. You’re my cute little naked bitch. Tomorrow when you get back from class I’ll start teaching you how to please me with your fingers and tongue. And we’ll get rid of that bush. I like bare pussy.”

And that’s how, at the tender age of eighteen, I became a lesbian’s bitch. And I loved it!

Author’s note: This is the eight part of a very long story.

The characters (Jade and Terry) from my other story, ‘Hidden Desires,’ will appear here but reading their story is not necessary to understand their role in this one.

My sincere thanks and heartfelt gratitude to all who have voted, emailed and commented on my story. Your support makes writing worth it.

There is only one more chapter until this story concludes.

I hope Finding Love will continue be enjoyed. Comments and votes will be appreciated.

Chapter 43

Since becoming a couple, Ari and Vivian spent many evenings at the club. Being the boss, Vivian’s main job was to meet with the VIP’s who frequented her club. There were some very prominent women who came to Serafina’s for the anonymity it provided. Serafina’s was known for its discretion.

Ari was often on Vivian’s arm, meeting with many of the patrons and being ogled, admired and envied for being with Vivian. Vivian had told her on more than one occasion that the lust she saw in the eyes of the other women when they looked at Ari, gave her a sense of pride at knowing that Ari was all hers.

It was on one such Friday night, at about ten pm, while Ari and Vivian were making the rounds of the club that Ari spotted a familiar and very unwanted person.

Ari had not seen Zoe in over six months but the moment she spotted her, Ari’s mind went back to her past and to all the hurt, humiliation and pain she had experienced because of Zoe.

Vivian felt Ari’s hand tighten painfully in hers. Looking at Ari’s face, she saw a mixture of hurt, anguish and some traces of anger in her eyes.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” Vivian questioned.

“It’s her, the one I told you about; Zoe,” Ari answered, her voice revealing her uneasiness.

Vivian followed Ari’s line of sight to a small group of women who were talking and laughing.

“Which one angel?” Vivian asked.

“The one in the blue dress,” Ari answered.

Vivian took in the blonde who had caused her love so much hurt. She wasn’t anything too special, attractive, somewhat self assured from what Vivian could see but no way was she on Vivian’s level when it came to dominance.

“Don’t worry angel, she can’t touch you, I won’t allow it.”

“Don’t worry! You know what she did to me, humiliated me, and took advantage of me,” Ari said, anger flashing in her hazel eyes.

Inwardly, Vivian was pleased. She knew there was some fire in there, had seen traces of it, but Ari kept it buried. It was good to see some of it coming to the surface.

“What do you want to do angel? You want to have Lena rough her up a bit?” Vivian asked, referring to the club’s very large and muscled bouncer.

“What? No, of course not,” Ari answered.

“Angel, look at me,” Vivian said as she held Ari’s chin and turned her eyes away from Zoe and to her own. “Zoe can never hurt you again. You are mine, my love, and no one will ever hurt you or take advantage of you. If you want to confront her, I will stand by you as you do so but I think it’s best to just ignore her.

“She’s a stupid, pathetic little girl; you are not. You are beautiful, brilliant and are going places Zoe will never be able to touch with a hundred foot pole. Let her be; if she wishes to start something with you, don’t dirty your hands on the likes of her. We have people on the payroll for that,” Vivian ended with a devilish grin, which made Ari laugh.

She felt much better and more so after the scorching kiss Vivian planted on her lips.

“Pet, how about we head upstairs and I’ll make you forget all about Zoe and remember why you’re mine,” Vivian growled in Ari’s ear over the loud music. Ari was about to respond when she heard Zoe’s voice.

“Well will you look at who I’ve found. Long time no see Arianna, my sweet pussy slave,” Zoe said for all in earshot to hear. Vivian was facing Ari and Ari saw Vivian’s eyes burning white hot with anger. Vivian turned and set those anger filled eyes on Zoe.

“Looks like you found yourself a sugar mama to take care of you,” Zoe continued, ignoring the warning her friends tried to give.

“The next words out of your mouth better be an apology, little girl, otherwise there will be consequences,” Vivian said, her voice low and dangerous.

“Zoe leave it alone, do you know who that is?” One girl said to an obviously angered Zoe.

“Shut up Christy. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is talking to me that way?” Zoe spat.

Christy and the other two girls just shook their heads and backed off from Zoe.

It was Ari who spoke next.

“My god, I can’t believe I was ever intimidated by someone as stupid and clueless as you are. If you had half a brain you’d see that everyone around you has the good sense to back down when they know they are in over their head. This is Serafina. This is her club we’re standing in and you’ve just insulted her.”

“Insulting me is one thing, but you insulted my Ari and that I will not tolerate. So little Aydınkent Escort Bayan girl, I will give you two choices: apologize and leave under your own power or refuse, in which case Lena here will help you leave,” Vivian said seriously. As she spoke, the mountainous bouncer had appeared silently behind Zoe, towering over her menacingly.

“On second thought, I really don’t want an apology from you. Lena, throw her out and she is never to set foot in my club again,” Vivian finished, then turned back to Ari.

“Come my angel, let’s go have some fun.”

Zoe didn’t have time to protest as Lena smiled, showing off her gold front teeth. She took Zoe by the hair and belt, lifted her over her head like she was a feather, and tossed her out of the club’s front entrance, none too gently.

The small crowd that had gathered to watch quickly broke up as everyone went back to having a good time. Vivian made a signal to the DJ who changed the current song to a slow, sultry tune. Vivian took Ari’s hand and guided her to the dance floor. Soon both women became lost in each other’s gazes and movements.

They teased, tantalized and worked each other into a frenzied state before leaving everyone behind and taking their fun to their bedroom.

* * * *

Kate and Meg’s relationship was progressing nicely. They were still taking things slow where sex was concerned but were thoroughly enjoying just being a couple.

Just over a week had passed since Meg had told her parents about her and Kate. Meg hadn’t heard anything from her mother and had decided to keep away and let her mother make the next move.

On the other hand, she decided to move forward with her father meeting Kate.

“Hi Dad,” Meg said into the phone.

“Hello Megan, this is a pleasant surprise. How are you?”

“Good thanks. Dad, were you serious about wanting to meet Kate, my girlfriend?” Meg asked.

“Yes sweetheart, I want to meet the woman in your life,” Henry answered.

“Okay good; can we drop by your office today, perhaps for lunch?”

“Actually I already have lunch plans but how about dinner. You and your Kate could meet me at Toscano, say about seven thirty tonight?”

“I’ll have to check with her and then I’ll get back to you,”

“Of course. Let me know so I can clear my schedule.”

“Sure Dad. I’ll talk to you soon. Love ya, bye,” Meg said as she hung up and went into Kate’s office.

“Hi there babe,” Kate said as she walked to Meg and kissed her.

“Mmmm, hi yourself. So I just spoke to my dad and if you’re free tonight, he’d like to have dinner with us at Toscano at about seven thirty. You up for that?”

“Sure, I think I can handle one dinner with my potential father-in-law,” Kate said with a grin.

“You know that makes my mother your mother-in-law right?” Meg said with a sad smile.

“Babe, I know it’s hard to think about her and her reaction. Maybe she’ll come around,” Kate tried.

“I’m trying to stay positive about that but it’s not easy. Anyway, let’s just get through dinner with dad.”

“Okay. I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise,” Kate told her with a wink.

They finished out the day at work and by seven Meg drove them to the restaurant. Meg was nervous wondering how the meeting would go. She worried if her father would try and grill Kate or if he would act indifferent about Kate.

They sat at the bar and Meg downed her apple martini as she looked for her father’s arrival. Promptly at seven thirty, Henry arrived. Meg signed to Kate that he was there and both women joined him.

“Hi Dad,” Meg said and kissed his cheek. She turned to Kate and introduced her. “Dad, this is Katelyn Price.”

“Very nice to meet you, Katelyn,” Henry said with a genuine smile as he shook Kate’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Reece, please call me Kate,” Kate returned with the handshake.

“Very well, Kate, shall we go to dinner.”

They were shown to their table in a corner that afforded them some privacy. Their orders were taken immediately and then they were alone.

“Kate Price, aren’t you Megan’s boss at the editorial company?”

“Yes I am,” Kate answered.

“I remember Megan talking about you when she first started working there. If I remember correctly, didn’t you have an accident which resulted in you losing your hearing?” Henry asked

“Yes, some years ago during college,” Kate answered.

“I’m glad you were able to overcome it and became a successful editor and co-owner of a thriving company.”

“Dad, have you been checking up on Kate?” Meg asked.

“I did initially when you started working for her. I guessed that it was her you were with when you said you were in love with a woman,” Henry answered.

“Good guess,” Kate commented.

“Yes it was. Now Kate, I wouldn’t be doing my fatherly duty if I didn’t ask what your intentions are with my daughter,” Henry said seriously.

“Dad, you can’t be serious,” Aydınkent Escort Meg whined at her father.

“It’s okay Meg, I’ll happily answer,” Kate told her. “Mr. Reece, my intentions are thus; I want to make a life with your daughter. Marriage, kids, the whole package if she wants it but only when she’s ready. I love your daughter with everything that I am, Mr. Reece, and nothing is going to change that.”

“Yes, I can tell. I hear the conviction in your voice. Megan is a big girl and she knows what she wants out of life. If that’s you, well, who am I to argue? I wanted to meet you, to feel you out, and I like what I see Kate. I do hope you two will be very happy together,” Henry told them.

“Oh Daddy, thank you,” Meg said with tears in her eyes. She reached across the table and took her father’s hand. He reciprocated, squeezing Meg’s hand reassuringly. Kate took Meg’s other hand under the table and stroked it affectionately.

“Now if we can only get your mother on board,” Henry said and shook his head. “She’s been very quiet ever since you told us your news. It’s very unlike her,” Henry commented.

“I’m not going to try and force things between us. If she accepts Kate and the new me she’ll have to reach out first,” Meg said as she dried the few happy tears that had escaped.

“I think that’s wise, sweetheart,” Henry agreed.

The rest of the dinner consisted of Henry and Kate getting to know each other better. They had a few things in common, their love of Meg for starters, as well as a few of the same authors and books. As the evening drew to a close, both knew that they could get along, that there was room enough for both of them in Meg’s life. Whether or not Margaret would be so agreeable they would have to wait and see.

Chapter 44

The more time went by the less hope Meg had about her mother accepting the new her. She decided not to let it keep her from living her life. Another best friend was Eva Morrison. She was married and had a two year old daughter named Carly.

Meg hadn’t been too close to Eva since her marriage and the birth of her daughter. They had drifted apart, as friends tended to do as time went on, but Meg still thought of her as one of her best friends. Meg invited Eva out to lunch, having decided to tell her that she was a lesbian.

Things started off badly the moment Eva arrived. There was a couple sitting at the table not far from them. From the way the two men looked at each other along with the subtle touches it was clear that they were a couple in love.

Meg had never known Eva to be prejudiced or bigoted but as soon as Eva saw them she voiced her displeasure at them being there.

“Look at that, it’s just disgusting,” Eva hissed to Meg.

“What? They’re just two people in love, Eva. Why are you so disturbed by it?” Meg asked, shocked by her friend’s attitude.

“It’s not right, Meg. All these homosexuals running around; they’re an insult to everything that’s good and decent in the world.”

“That is a load of crap, Eva. I’m surprised at you. Being gay doesn’t make you any less of a good person than being straight does,” Meg told her.

“Well maybe, but they’re a bad influence on the children. You see two men or women kissing each other and next thing you know the kids all want to try it too,” Eva said.

“So what, you want to ban all gay people from interacting with children, stop them from being affectionate with each other. What’s next Eva, lock all the gays up and throw away the key?”

“Well it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if they weren’t around.”

“My god, Eva, what the hell happened to you?” Meg asked in disbelief. This was not the same friend she knew growing up.

“Nothing’s happened to me. My eyes have just been opened to the truth. Homosexuals are evil.”

“Well then, I guess I’m evil too. I asked you here today to tell you that I’ve found the love of my life and that I’m a lesbian. I don’t know what happened to you to poison you against gay people, but all that hate you’re carrying, it’s not healthy. I’m sorry things have to end like this Eva, but I can’t be friends with someone who hates who and how I love,” Meg said tearfully.

Eva sat, shocked at Meg’s statement. She couldn’t think of anything to say as Meg stood and walked to the ladies room where she took a few moments to pull herself together. By the time she came back Eva was gone. The young couple was still at their table and, as Meg passed, she smiled and told them how good they looked together before leaving the café.

* * * *

Meg had gotten a taste of both worlds. She had one parent and one friend accept her and one parent and one friend react badly to her coming out. It had been hard on her emotionally and Kate had done all she could to raise Meg’s spirit and cheer her up.

They were lounging on Meg’s sofa. Kate had brought over some take out dinner and they were enjoying a quiet evening in. Kate was on her back on the sofa and Meg was on top of her. They Escort Aydınkent were kissing; Meg felt safe and secure in Kate’s arms. Her phone ringing interrupted them.

“Hello.”

“Hello Megan,” Margaret answered, her voice sounding tentative.

“Mom?” Meg made it a question as she sat up. Kate read the word from her lips and sat up too. She immediately took Meg’s hand in support.

“Hello sweetheart, how have you been?”

“I’m fine, Mom. How about you?”

“I’m well thank you. Megan, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I would really like to talk to you and meet your friend … your girlfriend,” Margaret said slowly, hesitating at the last part.

Meg was so shocked by her mother’s statement that she was struck dumb. Kate saw her face and signed if she was okay. Meg nodded and took a deep breath.

“Okay Mom, if you’re sure you’re up for it,” Meg answered.

“Yes Megan, I want to try,” Margaret answered softly.

“That’s great Mom. How about if we take you out to lunch, how about to that little café you like,” Meg began but Margaret stopped her.

“Oh no honey, I couldn’t, not in public,” Margaret said, not realizing how her words were cutting into Meg.

“Oh I see,” Meg said.

“How about here at the house; I’ll cook something,” Margaret offered.

“Yeah sure Mom,” Meg responded. She was devastated at Margaret’s remark about being seen with them in public and did her best not to let her voice show it.

“Tomorrow at eleven thirty?” Margaret asked. Meg mouthed the details to Kate, who agreed.

“That will be fine Mom; see you then,” Meg said a little coldly and hung up.

“Are you alright? That didn’t look like it went well,” Kate asked and commented.

“No. My mother wants to turn us into her dirty little secret,” Meg responded and told Kate what Margaret had said.

“We may have to give her time babe. This is new and a shock to her. She’s not ready for the world to know that she has a gay daughter,” Kate said reasonably.

“What? You’re defending her?” Meg signed angrily at Kate. She was upset with her mother and Kate seeming to take Margaret’s side was making Kate a good target for Meg’s frustrations.

“No babe, I just understand her feelings; that’s all. It happens. With enough time, she’ll get used to us and be okay.”

“And I’m just supposed to let it go? She’s ashamed to be seen with her own daughter, her only child. What does that say about her as a mother? She doesn’t love me enough to accept who I am,” Meg signed as her tears began to flow. Kate tried to hold her love but she pulled away feeling slightly betrayed at Kate’s argument in favor of Margaret.

“Meg, baby, I know you’re hurting and you want your mom to accept you, me, us, but this is all very new to her just as its new to you. You weren’t all that eager to be out in public with me either if you’ll remember. You were and still are apprehensive about that,” Kate reminded her.

Meg had to admit to herself that Kate was right. Outside of their time at the Eclipse, they had only gone out to dinner a few times but had not really been out socially as a couple. Meg was still worried about people’s reaction. She was afraid that something could happen to them, given how some people viewed same sex couples.

Kate wasn’t upset by Meg’s outburst. She understood Meg’s feelings and reactions; however, she hoped Meg would be ready sometime soon to venture out with her for more than just a quick dinner.

“I’m sorry Kate,” Meg signed. “I didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you,”

“It’s alright babe, who else are you gonna take it out on,” Kate replied with a grin. Meg didn’t resist as Kate drew her close, welcoming her honey’s touch.

“Are you staying the night?” Meg asked after a while.

“Of course. I’ve gotten used to holding you,” Kate replied.

“I’m sorry I’m not ready to do more. I know it must be hard for you. I just…” Kate silenced her with a kiss.

“Babe, I love you and I never thought I’d have the chance to kiss you let alone share a bed with you and have you in my arms. I’m thankful for every moment we have together. When the time is right, we’ll make love. Until then, don’t worry about me okay.”

“Okay. I do love you, so very much Kate.”

“And I love you. Now let’s go to bed and rest up. Tomorrow is going to be quite a day.”

Chapter 45

Every other Sunday Henry would play golf with a couple of work friends. Margaret had chosen such a Sunday to have the lunch. She wanted the opportunity to meet with Meg and her girlfriend without any witnesses.

Margaret had made a simple three course meal. She was nervous and had no idea what to expect. She wondered what type of woman her daughter was going to present as the one she loved.

Meg and Kate arrived and Margaret met them as they entered.

“Mom, this is Katelyn Price,” Meg said.

“It’s nice to meet you Katelyn,” Margaret said and held out her hand. Kate took it and responded, “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Reece. Please call me Kate.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Margaret said.

“Mom has a severe dislike for nicknames,” Meg said.

“Hello sweetie,’ Margaret continued and hugged Meg, whose response was less than enthusiastic. She held her mother but didn’t kiss her cheek as she normally would.

The rest room opened off the food court in the small mall across the parking lot from the Weeping Willows Retirement Apartments.

Jake Sawyer stood at the urinal, cock in hand, willing a golden stream to gush forth and splash against the gleaming white porcelain.

A portly, black bearded man in a plain, gray jogging suit entered, stepped up to the idle urinal next to Jake and nodded.

Jake stared straight ahead as the man grasped the elastic waistband of his jogging pants and lowered the front until he could release his soft cock over the stretched elastic.

“Well what do you know?” The big man smiled. “Found the little devil on the first try.”

In spite of himself, Jake’s eyes shifted to his left for a glimpse of the two inches of soft pecker with a puckered foreskin and a wrinkly scrotum below a nest of black, kinky, wiry hair on an overhanging belly. He quickly diverted his eyes and willed his bladder to release its urine.

The big man expelled a sigh of relief as his stream rained against the porcelain and ran golden down to the floor level to swirl about the smelly cake of deodorant. “Nothing like a good piss to lighten a man’s load after a few trips around the mall.”

“I should start walking every morning,” said Jake. “The best and easiest exercise in the world once you get into the swing of it,” said the big man.

Jake listened to the bearded mans yellow torrent hit the porcelain. His own weak stream quickly petered out, then began again. “Damn prostate,” breathed the taller, thinner man.

The big man finished and flipped off the last drop. “Sometimes it feels so good out I wish I could leave it out.”

“That could get you arrested,” said Jake.

The big man washed his hands at the washbowl. He shook his head “Sad state of affairs,” said the big man.

*** Three days later, Jake stood at the same urinal and waited. He had seen the big man enter the food court and approach the breakfast bar, purchase a cup of coffee and settle in a booth. He had given the man five minutes and entered the rest room. Now he stood, cock out and barely limber as he awaited his stream and hopefully the big man who had scoped him three days previously.

He heard the door open and close and nervously listened to the footsteps approach the twin urinals. He saw the man standing next to him and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Jake, from the corner of his eye, watched the big man lower the front of his jogging pants, as he had the last time, and expose his uncut cock and balls.

The big man looked Jake in the eye. “How’re they hanging today?”

Jake shrugged. He willed the urine to flow, though intermittently, and splash against the white porcelain.

“Prostate still acting up?”

Jake nodded. “It’s hard to start, then it cuts off and I start all over. The stream is never as strong as it used to be.

The big man nodded sympathetically. His strong stream spouted from the small penis and splashed audibly against the white urinal. “It’s not a terribly complicated operation.”

“You’re a doctor?”

“Heaven’s no. I’m a retired salesman.”

“Oh.”

The big man smiled, sheepishly. “But I’ll tell you what. We could play doctor if you like. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Jake could not believe he had heard the man right. “What!” He pressed closer to the porcelain.

“What I’m getting at is, instead of sneaking peeks at each others assets, which we both have done, we could both admit we’re curious, have a good look and be done with it.”

“I don’t believe this,” said Jake.

“You checked me out the other day. I admit I don’t mind showing it off, even in it’s small present state.”

“Men aren’t supposed to do that,”said Jake.

“But most men, most often, sneak a peek, you know. We’re just ashamed to admit how curious we are.”

“Not openly.”

“Perhaps MEN should be more open.”

“By comparing their peckers in a public rest room? I hardly think so.”

The big man nodded and shook the last drop from a cock that had gown at least a couple of inches but was still flexible. He pulled up his waist band as Jake watched the man’s balls and penis disappear.

“Oh hell,” said Jake. He took one step back and turned to the other man and removed his hand to expose to expose close to six inches of expanding cock with the exposed, pink head totally exposed. He turned away and and back to the urinal. “Satisfied?”

“Never. Are you?”

“I refuse to . . .”

“I live in the Weeping Willows Apartments across the street. Names Mitch Henry.” The fat man extended a chubby hand with thick soft fingers. “I recognized you as the man who moved into our humble complex last week.”

Jake Sawyer looked at the extended hand. “Sorry, I seem to have my hand full at the moment.”

“Or at least better occupied.” Mitch smiled.

“I’m Jake. I’m still getting settled so I haven’t got around to meeting any of my neighbors as yet.” “It’s not a bad place,” said Mitch, “once you get used to it.” “So they tell me.” Jake grinned. “You probably are thinking Çamyuva Escort I’m Jewish from the nose and,” he hesitated, “other things you may have noticed.”

Mitch smiled. “The thought occurred to me.”

“This is getting a too personal. It really doesn’t matter but I’m really not circumcised”

The big man turned to the sink, washed his hands and made his way to the exit. He paused with his hand on the door. “ I’d like to share a cup of coffee with you and continuing this conversation on the outside.” The door closed behind him.

Jake stood silently at the urinal. A semi-erect penis between his thumb and forefinger, still trying to piss.

*** When Jake came out, Mitch raised his hand and beckoned the slender man to join him.

Not sure what to expect from the overly friendly man, Jake, uneasily, approached the booth.

At midmorning the food court was mostly deserted. Mitch had a large paper cup of coffee in front of him.

The big man nodded to a second cup in front of the empty space. “Thought you might like a replacement for the liquid you just lost. Have a seat.”

Jake shrugged and sat. “I love coffee but it goes through me faster than beer. Thank you.”

“Speaking of what went on in there,” said the big man, “I enjoyed our little conversation. You know, every straight man that stands next to you at a urinal is as curious as you but he rather die that get caught peeking.”

“That’s probably true,” said Jake.

“You look like a reasonable man, I hope you won’t be insulted if I come right out and ask.”

“I can always leave. Ask away.”

“I was wondering, do you still jack off regularly?”

“Now,” interrupted Jake. “That is getting personal.”

“I know.” The fat man grinned and stroked his well-trimmed, white beard. “Isn’t it just?”

“That’s a topic that doesn’t come up in an everyday conversation.”

Mitch smiled. “Back to my question. You still do jerk off, don’t you?”

“Occasionally,” admitted Jake.

“Of course you do. Every man who wakes up in the morning with a hard-on jerks off.”

“Most don’t go around bragging about it,” observed Jake.

“Maybe they should,” said Mitch. “At our age waking up with a hard-on is something to be proud of.”

“Never looked at it that way.” said Jake.

“I’ve looked at it every way it can be looked at and I’ve been playing with my cock since I was ten. Good God! That’s almost sixty years.”

“You’re seventy?”

“Will be in a couple of years.”

“Seventy-two last June,” said Jake.

“You don’t look it. Do you still get a firm one?”

Jake shook his head. “Not like I used to. It’s still useable if there was a pussy to use it on. Being as there isn’t, it doesn’t make much difference.”

“I still manage a pretty solid boner,” bragged Mitch. “That is with the right inspiration.” “Good for you.”

Mitch flashed him a dirty grin. “Like I said, show you mine if you show me yours.”

“That’s the line that got me into my first circle jerk,” said Jake.

“Mine too.”

“You’re proposing that two old men, seventy or thereabout pull out their cocks in a show and tell?”

“It might be interesting,” said Mitch. “I’ve hankered for a jackoff buddy. Wouldn’t you like to pretend you’re a kid again and have a showdown to see what others have in the cock department. I mean, why can’t we just pull out a stiff one without sham or shame and say, ‘Here it is.’”

We’re too old,” said Jake, “I’m seventy-two.”

“I’m almost that old. We’re both seniors. Why should we have to go back to our apartments and play with it by ourselves? What have we got to lose?”

“I’m tempted,” said Jake. “Hell I don’t know if I could get it up with another man. I think you should know, I am not gay.”

“Neither am I . But it might be fun, you know, watching each other get off.”

“You proposing this in broad daylight?”

“I’m hoping to lure you to my apartment t enjoy a couple of brews.”

Jake grinned. “And show off our pee-pees to each other?”

“You’ll come?”

“You have me intrigued,” admitted Jake. “I must be curious or I wouldn’t be getting, ‘go for it,’ signals from my crotch.”

“Hell,” said Mitch, “I’ve had a boner since I put the question to you.”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “And you’re so proud, you have a need to show it to someone.”

“I figure you watching will make it throb a little harder and it might do the same for yours.”

Jake shrugged. “At our age it can’t hurt to try. But it may take a bit of getting used to. “I’ve never touched another man’s cock.”

Jake looked out across the food court. It was mid morning and nearly deserted. “What I’ve done, I’ve always done in private.”

“Never shared it with a friend?”

“If I remember, it’s called the solitary vice.”

“That’s not necessarily true any more.”

“Aren’t we a little old for this?”

“Not as long as l wake up with a stiff one. I have to tame mine every once in a while,” confessed Mitch.

Jake smiled. “That has even happened to an old Çamyuva Escort Bayan man like me.”

“So. . . would you come to my apartment and play with my little pecker.”

“I’ll bet it’s not so little, now.”

“The conversation has added a little starch.”

“Here too.”

“Wouldn’t you appreciate a hand from an upstanding friend to pull things along. Wouldn’t you like to watch my little cock grow? Don’t you ever get the urge to do something really nasty?”

“It would break the monotony,” admitted Jake.

Mitch scooted closer to the end of his booth bench. “Shall we adjourn to my place and continue this party in a state of undress?”

Nicely put,” said Jake.

*** Mitch led the way across the parking lot to his apartment. “Reckon you might as well know, I moved here because of my bitch of a forty-seven year old daughter.”

“She put you here?”

“She might as well have. You see she caught me at it.”

“At it?”

“What we’ve been talking about, Beating my meat. She walked in on me, with my pants around my ankles and my cock in my fist spurting like a Roman Candle.”

Jake laughed. “That must have given her quite a thrill, seeing where half of her came from.”

“Thrill, my ass,” said Mitch. “She didn’t appreciate it in the least. I’d been living with the dried up old bat since my wife died because I had nowhere else to go and I thought my paying her board would help her out.”

Jake laughed in spite of himself. “She caught you with your boner in going off your hand?”

Mitch laughed. “I’d say it was the first one she’d seen since her hubby walked out on her twenty years ago.”

“I take it she’s no spring chicken.”

“Forty-seven last November, skinny as a rail, no ass, no tits and looks ten years older than she is.” Mitch followed the sidewalk to the second building in the complex and held the door for Jake.

“Please don’t introduce me.” Jake patted his new friend on the back. “But I’d give most anything to have seen her walk in on you.”

“I’d venture her pussy is as dry as the parched tongue on a stuffed hound dog. She doesn’t come calling on me and I won’t set foot in her place again.”

“Shame you couldn’t get along and respect each other’s privacy, said Jake.

“Thing is,” said Mitch, “is that every time I think about it, I get a hard-on.” He grunted, “ Even, if in bed, she’d be like sweating over a live corpse.”

*** They climbed the stairs to Mitch’s second floor mini-apartment. Mitch unlocked the door and ushered Jake in ahead of him. Mitch locked the door behind them and kicked off his shoes. He gripped the sides of his sweat pants and lowered them to momentarily expose a bare ass as he made his way through the small room to the smaller kitchen and the apartment sized refrigerator.

“Care for a beer?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Jake.

Mitch popped the tops of two cans and joined his new friend. “A cold one to break the ice.”

Jake lifted his can in salute. “Here’s to it? Whatever it is.”

Mitch motioned Jake to sit on the small,foam cushioned sofa. He took the small rocker, recliner. He swiveled to move to the computer setup and pressed a button on the keyboard. “Do you like computer porn?”

“A vice of mine,” admitted Jake.

“You like to look at naked men or women?”

“Women, naturally,” said Jake.

“I wouldn’t say that, necessarily,” said Mitch. “I often admire a hard cock pumping up a hairy pussy.”

“Reckon I can get into that,” admitted Jake.

“Lets take a look at some old gals getting the bone put to them,you know, for a little inspiration.”

“Fine,” said Jake.

Mature Fucks came up on the computer screen and then thumbs of older women spreading their legs for older men with big cocks. Mitch hit the first thumb and the gray-haired woman with the hairy pussy grew to fill the computer screen. “Like that?” asked Mitch. “Doesn’t it make your little dickey twitch?”

“My dicky approves of the lady’s open charms,” said Jake.

“And the man?”

“He’s hard to ignore,” said Jake.

Mitch raised his beer towards his guest. “To a firm friendship.” he toasted.

Jake touched cans with his new friend.

“And outstanding, upstanding members in good standing,” continued Mitch.

“Are you sure we’re not being queer?,” asked Jake.

“I’d say curious is more like it.” Mitch stood and grinned. “We’re just a couple of jack-offs who choose to share.”

Jake laughed. “I feel like I’m going out behind the barn with another kid to drop my pants.”

“There are worse games a couple of old men could play,” said Mitch.

Jake nodded. “So how do we go about it?”

“I’d say head on.” The bald man with the black beard hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his loose sweatpants and pulled downward. “The time has come to present our members to the members of our little club in what I hope blossoms into a many occasioned thing.” His sweatpants fell quickly to the floor revealing trunk-size thighs. Mitch, standing naked, resembled a Escort Çamyuva fat teddy bear. The hair was sparsest on the expanded belly above the pubis. A solid six inches of hard cock projected straight out from below the overhang of his hairy, oversized, belly. The cockhead was unsheathed and shining in the soft light of the computer screen.

Jake licked his lips and stared.

“Well. There’s mine,” said the big man. He used a thumb and forefinger to move the foreskin to cover the throbbing head and then peeled it off the swollen, purple mushroom shaped corona.

Jake took in the hard cock, taut ball-sack and the solid, hairy legs of the man standing across the from him. He put his beer on the low table between them, slipped the tee-shirt over his head. He kicked off his shoes, opened his belt and lowered his zipper. His blue jeans fell to his ankles with his shorts. He kicked his clothing aside. His stiff, bobbing cock stood at a forty-five degree angle. ”There it is,” breathed Jake.”

“Another upright member, I’m happy to see,” said Mitch. “I must say you present a healthy looking specimen.”

“I’m nervous as hell,” said Jake. “I feel like a damn high school kid.”

“Me too,” confessed Mitch. “Man! How we stroked off back then.”

“I remember.”

Mitch’s hand moved slowly up and down his stiff, white stalk, sometimes puling the foreskin completely over the head and making crown disappear.”

Jake followed suit and his joint stiffened further under his ministrations.

“Now you’re talking,” encouraged Mitch. “You’ve got good wood for sure.”

“Never thought I’d be turned on by checking out an other man’s hard cock,” breathed Jake.

“Would you mine if I took the proud member in hand in a moment of ritual greeting?” asked Mitch. “A shaking of cocks to seal a friendship, one might say.”

Jake swallowed, and nodded. “I suppose it’s the polite thing to do.”

“Of course I expect the Jake secret handshake in return,” said Mitch. He took a sip of his beer.

“Of course,” said Jake. He reached across and clasped the big man’s hard cock in his fingers as Mitch’s fingers closed around him and moved the loose skin back and forth in short strokes. “This should be our secret hand shake.”

Mitch drew in a sharp breath. “My God! Your hand is cold.”

“Yours too. It’s from holding the beer cans.” said Jake, “But I like it.”

“It feels so damn good, having a hand other than my own on it.”

“Like I said, I was a teenager the last time I touched somebody else’s cock.”

“Like the feeling?” asked Mitch.

“It’s different,” said Jake. “I have to admit, touching your boner doesn’t turn me off the way I thought it would.”

Mitch tugged Jake’s cock closer to his own and attempted to rub the swollen heads together.

Jake shivered slightly as the two sensitive helmets brushed each other. A drop of precome oozed from one of the cocks. They managed to share it as they maneuvered the slick lubricant over both heads. “Sooo good,” breathed Jake, “so fucking good.”

Mitch squeezed Jake’s cock. “Want to fool around?”

“What do you call this if it isn’t fooling around?”

Mitch shrugged. “I thought we might both sit on the couch, if you don’t mind, and see what develops. We’ll pass on anything you don’t want to do.”

“Fair enough,” said Jake.

Mitch turned to pass the cocktail table in front of the couch. He bent to pick up his beer and drain it. Jake moved up closer behind him. He put his arms around the big man’s waist and moved his hands down past the wiry, pubic patch to the crease on each side formed by the formidable, hairy belly and tree-trunk thighs. Avoiding the upright cock that bobbled and waggled in the air, the fingers sought that crease between the mans thighs and his scrotum from either side.

Mitch shuddered with pleasure. The air from an indrawn breath whistled between Mitch’s clenched teeth. “Jesus!!! What you’re doing to me.”

“Do you mind?”

“Good God, no.”

The fingers continued to move and gently scratched the big man’s balls and gently manipulated them with agile fingers. “Got a hard-on yet?”

“If you moved your hand an inch, you’d find out.”

“I’ve got a good one.” Jake moved forward another step and pressed his hard cock between the other man’s soft, fleshy buttocks. He breathed into Mitch’s ear. “Can you feel it.”

“Oh God, yes.”

Want to fool around?”

“Oh. Yes.”

“You’re so warm and hairy back there.”

“Before you go any further. . .” He paused. “I’ve never had that done to me.

“I wasn’t thinking of doing anything like that. It just feels so good like it is. ” He moved his cock in the groove and groaned. “It wouldn’t take much of this to make me cum.”

“Do you want to?”

“I’d hate for it to be over so quickly.”

“Then would you mind trading places?”

Jake turned and bent slightly, presenting his lean, taut ass cheeks to the larger man. “Be gentle,” he teased.

Mitch turned and stepped behind the smaller man. “Gentle is my middle name.” He pressed to the smaller, rounded buttocks and let his upright prick separate the rounded halves. He rocked his hips forward and watched the hard organ move in the flesh crevice.

Jake rocked with him as he took his own cock in hand and gently manipulated it in the rhythm that Mitch set behind him. “GOD! I feel so hot.”

Karlee had always known that she was dominant. From the moment she was sexually active, she had started having fantasies about dominating other women. She wanted a female slave, someone she could have complete control over, someone who would respond to her every command. But unfortunately it wasn’t easy to find a slave. It wasn’t as if she could just ask her friends.

One night, Karlee decided to put an ad up on the internet. She described what she was looking for exactly, going into some details about her fantasies and about how she wanted complete control over another woman. She posted the ad that night, asking for any woman who was interested to send her a message with a picture.

The next morning, there were three replies. Two of them were from men, obviously hoping that Karlee would be interested in having sex with them despite the fact that she had asked for a woman. The third reply was from a woman named Laney. Laney sent a picture of herself in a skimpy red dress. She said she was 5’1″ tall, and she had long, wavy brown hair and luscious lips. She said she had always wanted to submit to another woman, but she wasn’t really sure how to start.

Karlee messaged her back immediately asking her if she wanted to meet for coffee. An hour later, she got a reply from Laney, who agreed to meet her at a coffeeshop downtown the next day. Karlee could hardly wait.

***

“So what are you looking for, exactly?” asked Laney the next day after introducing herself to Karlee and sitting down at the table. She had chosen to wore the same skimpy dress that she was wearing in her picture, as well as 3 inch black heels. Karlee could see a decent portion of her large breasts and had a hard time taking her eyes off of Laney’s amazing body. Just like the picture, Laney was petite and fit, but curvy.

“I’m afraid if I tell you the truth that I’ll scare you away,” replied Karlee, glancing down at Laney’s breasts.

“I replied to your post for a reason,” Laney replied without missing a beat. “I’ve never done this before, but I want to submit. I want to be your slave.”

“I want to have complete control over someone,” Karlee replied. “I want to tell you what to wear every day, and spank you if you don’t wear exactly what I tell you to. I want to take you out in public in the skimpiest clothes and show your body off to the strangers who walk by. I want to tie you up spread eagle on the bed and see how much I can fit into your pussy.” She stopped, she could feel her pussy pulsing as she said the words out loud and she hoped it wasn’t too much for Laney.

Laney didn’t say anything for a moment, and then she nodded. “I want to try it,” she said. “Make me your slave.”

Karlee’s eyes widened, she had been expecting Laney to simply get up from the table and leave, but here was this woman who was willing to submit to her every desire. They talked for nearly three hours, and Karlee discussed a few of her fantasies. Laney seemed very interested in the whole thing, even though she was a bit Akçay Escort shy. They decided they would start tomorrow, and they exchanged numbers, and established a safe word, just in case Laney decided that the whole thing was a little bit too much to handle. When they left, Karlee gave Laney a small smack on her ass.

***

The next morning, Laney woke up to a text message: “Today, you will wear the highest heels you have, a short skirt, and a tank top. You will not put on a bra or panties. You will meet me at Jameson Park at 3:00pm.”

Laney’s pulse quickened. She grabbed a pair of 5″ high heels out of her closet, the highest ones she had, a short skirt and a red tank top out of her closet. She began to put them on, looking at herself in the mirror. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as she followed the instructions on the screen, and after a few minutes, she could feel a bit of wetness dripping down her right leg. I can’t leave the house like this, she thought to herself, and slipped on a black thong. Hopefully Karlee wouldn’t mind that she had put underwear on, surely she would understand given that otherwise Laney’s legs would become wet from how turned on she was. At 2:45 she headed towards the park.

Karlee was there waiting for her, and began to inspect her outfit. She seemed to approve, expect she didn’t think that Laney’s short skirt was pulled up high enough. She grabbed the top of the skirt and pulled it up a bit, until the bottom of Laney’s ass cheeks were hanging out ever so slightly. However, as she adjusted Laney’s skirt, she noticed that Laney was wearing a thong.

“Didn’t I specifically tell you not to wear a thong?” asked Karlee, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes…” stammered Laney, “But you see, I was so turned on by your text messages that my pussy started to get really wet and drip onto my legs… I thought that it would be okay…”

Karlee shook her head. “Well you thought wrong. I was going to take you back to my place,” she said, “But I think instead we’ll go walk around a nearby mall after I make a few adjustments on your outfit.” She reached around and gave Laney’s ass a hard SMACK before pulling up her skirt even further, until half of Laney’s ass cheeks were exposed. Then, she pinched both of Laney’s nipples until they were hard and pulled down her tank top until just before the tops of her nipples were showing.

Laney hung her head as they walked towards the mall. She was just beginning to realize that Karlee meant business, and really did want to control her every move. People stared as she walked by, as they could clearly see her ass cheeks with every step and her hard nipples poking through her tank top. Whenever they began to get a bit soft, Karlee would simply reach out and pinch them again, not bothering to look around to check if other people were watching. Laney was embarrassed, she knew that people were staring at her body as she walked through the mall. Karlee made sure that her skirt stayed riding up, and at one Akçay Escort Bayan point reached down Laney’s skirt to pull up the black thong she was wearing, wedging the thong up her ass cheeks even further. A few men snickered and made comments to each other as she walked by.

When they got back to Karlee’s place, Laney was apologetic, unsure of what would be coming next. “I’m sorry Karlee-“

“You will refer to me as mistress only,” interrupted Karlee.

“I’m sorry mistress,” Laney corrected herself, “I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Karlee sat down on the couch. “Come here,” she said, patting her thighs and motioning for Laney to lay across her lap. Laney hesitated, and Karlee grew impatient. “Come here NOW,” she repeated.

Laney laid down across Karlee’s lap, and Karlee pulled up her skirt so Laney’s full ass was exposed to her. It was an amazing ass, perfectly round and perky, and Karlee pulled off the black thong that Laney had made the mistake of putting on that morning. She could immediately feel the heat between Laney’s legs, and she began to run her hand over Laney’s ass, squeezing both cheeks in her hand and getting a feel more the ass that she now owned.

Laney could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She had never been spanked before, but she knew that when she agreed to be Karlee’s slave that there would be consequences if she disobeyed the rules. She just wasn’t sure how strict these rules would be, or whether or not Karlee expected her to follow each and every one of them.

Karlee gave Laney’s ass a light smack, and Laney let out a yelp. Her pussy was now incredibly wet, and it began to drip onto Karlee’s thighs. Karlee noticed this immediately, “Oh my god,” she said, “You truly are just a horny little slut.” SMACK. She slapped Laney’s ass harder this time. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “This is what happens when you disobey the rules,” she said. SMACK. Laney was moaning, and Karlee used one hand to squeeze her right ass cheek, while using the other hand to stick a finger into Laney’s dripping wet pussy. Laney moaned loudly as the finger entered her, first one, and then two. Karlee fingered her pussy with one hand and smacked Laney’s full ass with the other, until both cheeks had become a light shade of red. After fingering her for a few minutes, she told Laney to stand up.

Laney stood up almost immediately, obviously disappointed that the fingering had stopped. Karlee grabbed Laney’s hand and led her to her bedroom. “Your punishment isn’t quite over yet,” she said. “I want you to lay down on your back and spread your arms and legs for me.” Laney did as she was told, lying down on the bed. Karlee pulled up her tank top, pinching her nipples until they were hard again, and grabbing some rope from beside the bed to secure Laney’s arms and legs to the bed. Laney was helpless, at her mercy, and Karlee was loving every second of it.

“Do you remember what I said I wanted to do to you at the coffee shop?” Karlee asked Escort Akçay as she secured the ropes.

Laney nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Can you tell me what that was?”

“You said you wanted to tie me to the bed spread eagle and see how much you could fit up my pussy.” Laney said.

“Good girl,” Karlee replied. She used one finger to gently stroke Laney’s clit in small circles, just fast enough to build up some excitement without leading anywhere. Laney moaned loudly, desperate for release. “What’s the biggest thing you’ve ever put up here?” she asked, using her fingers to enter Laney’s wet pussy again, first one, then two, and finally three.

Laney moaned. “Mhmmmmmmmmm,” she gasped as the fingers entered and exited her. “I’ve used…mhmmmmm… a small dildo before.”

Karlee laughed. “Well I’m not exactly sure where I put my sex toys, but I’m sure we can find something in this room to put up your pussy. Can you see anything?”

Laney looked around, unsure of what Karlee was wanting her to say. Surely she was just kidding, and she knew exactly where all of her sex toys were. “Um, I don’t know.”

Karlee wedged a fourth finger into Laney and increased the speed of her fingering. “I think you can do better than that, Laney,” she said, pumping her fingers in and out of Laney as she continued to moan. “Your pussy needs to be filled with something besides my fingers.”

Laney moaned harder, continuing to look around the room, “You could use that hairbrush on your nightstand,” she said finally.

Karlee pulled her fingers out of Laney and grabbed the hairbrush off the nightstand. “Good girl,” she said. “Now you’re thinking more creatively. Normally I would use lube if I was putting this into my own pussy, but since yours is already so wet…” she trailed off, putting the handle of the hairbrush into Laney, and it slid in easily.

“Oh my god,” said Laney. “That feels so good.”

“Uh huh,” replied Karlee, pushing the hairbrush in and out of Laney faster and faster, and using the other hand to make slightly faster circles around Laney’s swollen clit. Then she left the handle of the hairbrush in Laney’s pussy and left the room for a minute. She came back with an 8″ pink dildo. “You’re right,” she said, “I do know where my sex toys are. And now we’re going to fit this into your tight little pussy.”

“I’m not sure if it will fit,” replied Laney. “I’ve never had anything that big in my pussy before.”

Karlee took out the hairbrush and began to slide the dildo into Laney’s eager pussy. The first few inches went in fairly easy, but she had to work to get the last few inches in. Laney gasped as the dildo went deeper and deeper inside of her, and again Karlee used one hand to fuck Laney’s pussy with the dildo, and the other hand to play with Laney’s clit. “You’re not allowed to cum yet,” she said.

“Mhmmmmmm,” Laney moaned, “But mistress, I really need to cum soon.”

“Not yet, my little slave girl.” She pushed the dildo in and out of Laney’s pussy, faster and faster, until Laney could no longer handle it. She came uncontrollably all over the dildo and Laney’s hand, her whole body shaking with orgasm.

“I told you not to cum until you were given permission,” said Karlee. “Now you’re going to have to be punished some more.”