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Office Hours Ch. 01

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I was 25, and I had developed my first ever schoolgirl crush.

I was a first year law student and he was my professor. He had attracted my attention slowly – there was nothing particularly extraordinary about him, but I’d always been the type to be more attracted to someone once I had a sense of his personality. Professor Smith was in his early fifties, with graying brown hair, blue eyes, and academic looking glasses. Your average middle-aged law professor, for the most part. But after a few days watching him lecture, I found that there was just something about him that compelled me. I had taken a place in the front row because it was one of the few left by the time I got to class on the first day, but I soon became glad for my position as I sensed his eyes on me a little more often than they should be.

I started to fantasize about him constantly, in and out of class. Every time he made a gesture or spoke, I was mesmerized by his hands and lips, imagining how they’d feel on my body, whether he’d be rough or gentle. I imagined the taste of his breath and skin, wondered whether the hair on his body was brown or gray.

For the first time in my academic life, I started going to office hours on a regular basis. It felt pathetically transparent – some of the questions I invented bordered on the inane. Yet it had become a sort of ritual. Twice a week I would show up, ask him about some tangential point he’d made in class. We’d talk about it for a few minutes, and then go on to talk about anything and everything else until someone else showed up to talk to him. Once, when nobody else did show up, I stayed there talking to him for three hours.

The excuse that I thought of that day was a book that I “needed” to write a paper. Actually, the book was from 1970 or so and I doubted it would be useful, but it had the advantage of being unavailable at the law library, so I thought I would ask Professor Smith if I could borrow his copy.

When I arrived at his office door, it was closed. I took a deep breath and knocked, twirling the end of my long, wavy dark hair around my finger. Even though I did this often, I got nervous every time. That day I was wearing my favorite perfectly broken in jeans, and a white t shirt with a deep v-neck that made my skin look tawny and showed a hint of cleavage. My breasts weren’t very big, but they were being assisted that day by the only push up demi bra that I owned.

I never wore anything outright seductive, to his class or to office hours. I didn’t want to be obvious – even though I knew how ridiculous that was. Not even the densest person could fail to see that I was seriously infatuated with him after watching me eat up his every move with my eyes in class. But I wanted him to think of me as intelligent, interesting maybe funny – not some stereotypical bimbo who wanted to fuck her professor. I was too old for that sort of thing, and it was undignified.

“Come in,” Professor Smith called out after I knocked on the door. I opened the door and stepped inside his office.

I thought that his eyes lit up a bit when he saw me, but was I imagining things? “Hi,” I greeted him.

“Katherine, come in,” he said, gesturing with his hand and smiling. His smile was what I loved the most about him – how it was so genuine, and made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’ve been working a bit on the paper,” I said. “I was thinking of using that book – the one by Shaw? that you mentioned in class the other day, but the library doesn’t seem to have a copy of it.”

“Really? I suppose it’s gotten outdated,” he said. “But I have a copy here – should be on the top shelf — you’re welcome to borrow it.”

“Actually, I don’t see it,” I said, stepping over to his bookshelf and scanning the titles. The shelf was filled with old, worn casebooks that probably came from his own days in law school twenty some years ago. “What did you say it was called again?”

“That’s odd, it should be there,” he said, getting up from behind his desk and coming to look at the shelf himself.

I had never stood this close to him before, close enough to touch him. He was just about a foot away from me, and I could smell him – just the faintest, clean soapy scent, as if he’d stepped out of the shower minutes ago. I did my best not to inhale audibly. I thought to myself that I would love to bury my face in his armpit and just breathe in the smell of him. God, what was wrong with me?

“Ah, here it is,” he exclaimed, reaching out and pulling a thick volume off the top shelf. “This is the one I was thinking of. Sorry, I think I told you guys the wrong author in class. It happens with old age,” he smiled and shrugged, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling.

“Oh, don’t çanakkale escort be silly, it looks like you’ve got a few good years left in you,” I teased, then wondered if I’d gone too far. A flush spread over my cheeks, but the professor chuckled nervously.

“I appreciate your confidence in me,” he said.

“No problem,” I smiled nervously, holding his gaze even as I felt my blush deepen. It was like a train wreck – I couldn’t look away even though I wanted to. For a moment, he seemed flustered, but he gathered himself, cleared his throat and glanced sideways.

“Well, I hope the book is helpful – even if it’s a bit dated, there are some interesting ideas in there.”

“Yeah… I’m sure it will help,” I said, feeling vaguely disappointed. He seemed to want to end the conversation – one of our long talks was not about to ensue. I worried that I had overstepped some line. “Well, thanks,” I smiled with false brightness, and slipped the book into my messenger bag, preparing to leave.

But then, his hand was on my shoulder. I stopped dead, and my knees liquified. He had never touched me before. I meant to say “yes?” in a casual, normal sort of way, but once I saw his face I actually choked on the word. It was the way he was looking at me. It was a look of naked desire that I could feel in my stomach.

His eyes were searching mine and it was almost unbearable to maintain visual contact with him. The skin on my face and chest was on fire. “Tell me if I’m wrong.”

“No,” I said. “You’re not.” When my voice came out it sounded distant, unfamiliar, like someone else was speaking. I felt lightheaded.

We stood there in a state of suspended animation for a moment, his hand on my shoulder. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Professor Smith had always seemed so concerned with ethics (something I admired about him). I couldn’t imagine that he was actually going to kiss me during office hours. On the other hand, the devil on my shoulder reminded me that all law school grading was anonymous, by ID number only, so would it really be that unethical?

I stopped pondering the ethics of the situation as the professor slowly moved his face closer to mine. My heart started doing a crazy, erratic dance at the realization that this was actually going to happen. I closed my eyes as his lips brushed mine, letting them linger softly for a moment. Then I pushed into him, kissing him harder, slipping my tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth. Kissing him like this I could barely remember how he had seemed so far away, so inaccessible. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly together as we embraced and the taste and scent of him were simply comforting, like nothing bad could touch me as long as he was holding me. It was a pure, almost childish feeling – the kind of security and warmth that usually disappears when we grow too big to be held on our parents’ laps.

Still kissing me, he ran his hands gently under the hem of my t shirt. I raised my arms as he ran his hands up my sides, sliding my t shirt off and sending delicious chills down my spine. Then he undid the front clasp of my bra and slid it off my shoulders. He supported the weight of my breasts with his hands, moving back a bit and looking at them with undisguised appreciation. Cupping them gently, he lightly ran his thumbs over my nipples. They began to harden under his touch, humming with a lovely ache. He took my nipples between his forefingers and thumb, beginning to pull gently, teasing them out to their full length. I whimpered as the desire for more pressure, more force, became agonizing. In response he pinched, tentatively at first, and harder when I started to squirm. I felt my cunt starting to open up, pulse with blood, become slick, wet and swollen. His cock had grown hard and was pressing insistently against my thigh.

My fingers worked quickly to unbutton his shirt. I untucked it and slid it off his shoulders, and lightly ran my fingernails down over his chest, his stomach, tracing the thatch of hair that led downward from his belly button. His erection was straining insistently against his pants. I moved my hand down to caress it through the cloth, and he groaned. I pushed against him, backing him up against his desk. He unbuttoned my jeans, and I pulled them down and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

He wrapped his arms back around my waist and moved in closer to me, pushing his bulging cock against my crotch. I wriggled and writhed against it, desperate for stimulation. He slid a hand down my stomach and into my panties. His palm cupped my mound, and I gasped as his fingers gently split my pussy lips, stroking the length of them and covering them with my juices.

His face was close to mine and he whispered in turkiyeninmasasi.com my ear. “My god, Katherine, you’re so wet. You feel amazing.”

“Mmmh,” I moaned. The feel of his breath against my skin sent delicious shivers all through my body, and hearing him say my name was a delicious aphrodisiac. It made me gush. My cunt was so slippery and I could feel the blood pulsing through it, the muscles contracting and releasing like they were desperate to grip something, anything.

He crouched down and firmly grasped my ankles, pulling them apart so that I was standing against the desk spread eagled. Even with my underwear on, I felt incredibly exposed in this position. Then starting at my knee, he ran his fingers gently up my inner thigh. He came tantalizingly close to my pussy, running a finger just under the elastic of the crotch of my panties. I squirmed, trying to get his fingers to move just an inch inward, even though I knew my efforts were pointless. With his face so close to my pussy, I could hear and even feel him breathing in my scent as he ran his hands over my thighs, my ass, everything but what I wanted him to.

I could barely stand it anymore, and I whimpered. “Please, please….”

“Please what?” he said.

I found myself too embarrassed to say what I wanted him to do, and merely groaned in response. Finally, the professor hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties, and pulled down. I could only imagine how my pussy looked to him, glistening, swollen, ready to be fucked. “You’re beautiful, Katherine,” he sighed. He moved his hand up to me, cupping my vulva, feeling its heat. I ground against it, an animalistic response to stimulation.

He moved up to my clit, touching it gently, making little circles. I groaned in desperation. Then he spread my lips and ass cheeks apart with soft hands, and gave the length of my slit a long, luscious lick with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh God, oh God, Professor Smith,” I murmured. The sensation was making me dizzy, lightheaded. All the blood in my body was rushing to my cunt. He continued to gently lick and probe my slick folds with his tongue, moaning. His tongue flicked at my clit, teasing me mercilessly. I ground my entire vulva back against his face. “Suck,” I breathed, even as I blushed at my own vulgarity. But he obliged, drawing my clit in between his lips, making circles around it with his tongue. Only the fact that we were in his office kept me from screaming. I had to bite my hand.

“Please,” I moaned as the yawning emptiness in my cunt became unbearable. “Please. I need you…”

I felt two of his fingers gently slide into my pussy and explore, moving around in circles, pressing against the walls, finding my raised, spongy g-spot and stimulating it mercilessly. Contractions started deep within my abdomen and I knew that soon I was going to be having an orgasm whether I wanted to or not. He kept sucking and tonguing my clit, moaning as if it were the best thing he’d ever tasted, and expertly pressing his fingers into that spot which seemed directly connected to the core of my being. “Ahhhh god, my god my god my god,” I groaned, as tremors began to overtake me. I grasped the desk and wailed as my body shook, my cunt convulsing and clamping down on Professor Smith’s hand. My head thrashed from side to side as a powerful orgasm pulsed through me. Slowly it died down, but my pussy kept twitching, grasping his fingers. Finally he slowly withdrew, stroking my back with his other hand as if to comfort me. I actually felt sad as the sensation of fullness gave way to one of emptiness. Like something was missing.

Despite my shaking muscles I managed to stand up. His massive erection had subsided a bit but was still tenting out his pants. I hugged him, drawing him close to me so I could feel it against my body.

“How did that feel?” He whispered in my ear, smiling.

“Oh, it was just OK,” I teased. I felt his erection stirring against me.

“I’ll have to do better next time, then,” he said. Even though I didn’t know whether he really meant for there to be a next time, I felt a little thrill at his words.

“And when’s that going to be?” I said, undoing his belt buckle.

“Soon… I hope.”

As he spoke I unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down over his hips. My eyes widened as his cock sprang free. It was simply huge – the biggest I’d ever seen in my life. For a minute I wondered if I’d be able to handle it.

“Oh my God,” I said, the sheer amazement evident in my voice. Our eyes caught, and we both burst out laughing.

“I ahh… I don’t have any condoms,” he said then, actually blushing. I guess he was of the generation where the safe sex talk had not become ingrained habit. And shit, of course I should have known he wasn’t going to have any condoms in his desk drawer. I was the type who usually never went outside without sunscreen, much less had sex without a condom. But I was frantic to fuck him, condom or not.

“Well…I usually use condoms, but I’m on the pill, and I know that I’m clean; I got tested after my last relationship,” I said. “But it’s up to you.”

“I’m clean… but you really shouldn’t trust me like that,” he said, with fatherly concern.

“I know,” I said. “But I can’t help it.” I traced his testicles lightly with a fingertip, and ran it up the underside of his cock as he made a guttural sound. He grabbed me, pushed up against me, holding me against the desk and pushing the tip of his cock against my clit. We kissed, our tongues in a dance of feverish exploration as our hands roamed over each others’ backs.

Then he lowered himself a little, so that the length of his cock was touching the slippery length of my slit. As he moved against me I pushed myself down on his cock, and tried desperately to reposition myself so that I could take him in my pussy. He pulled back a little and gave me a look of affection and amusement. “You seem to be getting impatient,” he said.

“Stop teasing me,” I admonished him indignantly.

He smiled. “You’re sure you don’t like being teased?”

As I whimpered, he lifted me up and sat me facing him on the desk. I wrapped my legs around his torso, trying to draw him in. But he kept his hands on my hips, letting his cock slide just millimeters into me, and then hovered there, opening me but refusing to fill me.

“Pleeeease, Professor, please, just fuck me.” It came out like a sob. I truly thought I might implode if I was denied satisfaction any longer.

My head was thrown back, my eyes closed, and my voice came out like a sob. Then I felt his hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Katherine,” he said, his voice thick. “You’re sure?” I almost laughed. Clearly we had thoroughly transgressed every student/professor boundary by now. But even in my desperation to fuck, I was still rather touched that he asked.

“YES, for God’s sake.”

“Good,” he sighed. He slowly pushed his full length into me. I gasped in delight, both from the delicious sensation as I was gradually stretched and filled and from hearing his own groan of pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so amazing, so perfect.

I laid back, drawing my legs up so that my knees pointed towards the ceiling and my heels were on the edge of the desk, almost touching my ass. He wrapped one arm around my knee, and put the flat of his other hand on my mound, rubbing my clit with his thumb. “Oh Jesus, oh God Professor that feels so good, oh God oh God,” I moaned, nearing incoherence. As he thrust in and out of me with slow, measured strokes, maintaining steady pressure on my clit, I felt myself moving closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. But I sensed that he was holding back, and I wanted all of him. I wanted him to feel as frenzied as I did. “Fuck me harder, please,” I whispered, grasping the edge of the desk with my hands. He maintained the same maddeningly steady pace, back and forth, stroking my swollen g spot with the gentle upward curve of his cock. I didn’t know if he didn’t hear me, or if he was just trying to drive me insane.

“God, oh FUCK, please,” I cried, in a volume verging on inappropriate for office hours. He chuckled and put a finger over my lips. “All right, little one.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear, driving into me powerfully, burying himself in me. I felt a deep, satisfying ache as his huge cock pushed up against my cervix. “Ohwwww ow oh God yes oh God,” I cried.

It felt unreal. With every stroke it was like he was turning my body inside out, caressing my internal organs, working me into the most unimaginable frenzied desire. The pleasure almost verged on pain, yet I had never felt anything so exquisite, and it was intensified as I felt the professor losing control of himself. I could tell that at first he’d been afraid of hurting me, but he didn’t seem to be thinking anymore as his pace increased, and he murmured my name over and over, Katherine Katherine Katherine. Our bodies thrashed together, my hips bucking up against him until I came again and again, in a stream of orgasms so unbearable that finally I had to beg him to finish. Then I felt myself filled with a pulsing heat as he groaned, all the muscles in his body seizing and then finally, relaxing. His strangled cry of pleasure was music to my ears.

We stayed in that position for a while after he came, just breathing hard, me lying back on the desk, him standing up inside of me, bent over, his head on my chest as I stroked his hair. The office was quiet, the air thick, and I could hear the muffled talking and laughter of students passing by in the hallway. I think we both knew that once we broke that spell, neither of our lives would be the same.

Obsessed with Mrs. A

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It finally happened. It took a little over two years, but boy was it worth the wait. I’ll get to that in time. First to explain how it all started…

*

My name is Dan and when I was 18 a new family moved in on the side of us. Tom and Cindy Ames were middle to late 40’s with two kids. Sam was my age, and his sister Beth was 19 years old. They had trucks coming in stages and would unload them as each one showed up. It took them a few days to finish, and it was kind of funny at times watching them from my bedroom window as they struggled to get the job done. I was sick that week or I would have offered to help. It ended up working out anyway.

Tom, who I later found out was 49 at that time, was short and a little on the heavy side. I remembered him sweating like a pig and being out of breath as they moved furniture and boxes into the house. Cindy, who turned out to be 48 at the time, was the stronger of the two, and she was absolutely stunning. Standing 5’7″ tall, with shoulder length reddish brown hair, she had a body most 25 year olds would kill for. From what I could see, she looked to be perfectly proportioned. She wore tight shirts that were tucked in to snug fitting jeans at a tiny waist, with hips that flared out to an ass I would agonize over for the next two years.

I spent those first few days watching her work on moving things in to that house. Of course I had my cock in my hand for a lot of that time, which is how my obsession with her began. During those first few days I fucked her and did things to her in my mind that I never thought would become a reality. But again, back to the story.

Sam was about my size, 5’9″ and 170 lbs, and he worked as hard as his mom. Beth unfortunately took after her father, and was a short girl and kind of chunky. She didn’t take after her mom that’s for sure. She spent more time sitting on her fat ass watching her mom and brother work than she did helping move things in to the house. She would be a pain in the ass for the next couple of years, but ironically it ended up being a talk about her that eventually helped me get what I wanted in the end.

Sam and I became friends once they got settled in, and truth be told, I would have done anything to get in that house and be around Mrs. Ames. I just thank the good Lord I made friends with Sam, and didn’t have to use Beth to have access to the house. We hung out all the time, played sports, talked about girls and what not, and spent most of our time hanging out at his house. He came over to my house once in a while, but I would always make excuses to hang at his house instead. He never knew the real reason why.

Spending nearly all of our time at Sam’s house was ok with him because my mom was a bitch. My dad left when I was a kid and my mom never stopped bitching about it. She let herself go and didn’t even try to get out there and find another guy. She weighed about 190 lbs. and really didn’t take good care of herself. She spent a lot of her time drinking alone and would end up passed out on the couch, dead to the world. So now you can see why it was no problem staying away from my house, and hanging out at Sam’s most of the time. That was exactly how I wanted it anyway.

Beth turned out to be a bother rather quickly. She liked me. Lucky me. From the first time I met her I could tell she liked me, and she wasn’t shy about saying or doing whatever it took to get that message across to me. When Sam introduced us, she had this big stupid smile on her face, and said “Oh my, your friend is so cute.” I just smiled, shook hands, pulled my hand away and said “Nice to meet you.”

I guess I was what they call a good-looking kid. I was blessed with nice features, a strong chin, and an olive complexion that always made it look like I had a tan. I kept my hair nice and neat, stayed clean and smelling good, and did not have an ounce of fat on me. Hell, I was only 18 years old and burned off any food I ate. I wasn’t gifted in the cock department, but I wasn’t shortchanged either. Fully erect-it measured in at 7.5 inches and had a nice thickness to it that got some complimentary “oh my’s” from the few girls who had been bold enough to touch it and see it so far. I was happy with myself and knew I was a handsome kid. Apparently so did Beth, and it’s too bad she wasn’t someone I wanted to share my good looks with, or I would have taken advantage of that for sure.

Tom met me with a handshake that was so limp and sweaty that it made me want to go wash my hands right away. I just brushed my hand on my pants and then greeted Cindy Ames. I held her warm, smooth hand a little longer than I should have, and said how nice it was to meet her. I tried with all my might to keep eye contact with her and not look down at her amazing tits. She wore a button down shirt and she had a bra on, but the shirt was so tight I thought one of the buttons was going to pop off and hit me in the eye, and I smiled at the thought. She asked me what was so funny, and I said, “Oh, nothing, nothing balıkesir escort at all, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Ames,” and I got out of there as quickly as I could.

From that day on, every time I was there and Beth was home, she would do her best to get me to notice her. If she was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt when I arrived, 10 minutes later she would come back down from her bedroom dressed in tight shorts and a button down shirt, sans bra, half the buttons undone, and prance around while Sam and I played video games or watched sports on TV. Sam would bust my balls and tell me how much his sister liked me. I would just laugh it off and tell him I was working on Cathy, a girl we both knew, and I wasn’t interested in his sister. He knew Cathy was hot and understood why I wasn’t going to be doing his sister any time soon.

Mrs. A, or Cindy, was always dressed conservatively when going back and forth to work. She worked in an accountant’s office and her clothes said “married, not trying to show off.” Pant suits or mid-length skirts, or slacks and loose-fit tops to hide her tits. She had that “don’t even try it” look most of the time, just professionally did her job and came home.

Around the house however, she was very casual. Comfortable-fitting shorts and tops, sweat pants a lot, and sometimes no bra. Her tits were not huge, but without a bra on you could tell they were bigger than they looked with the bra on. Every time I was there, and as I said, I was there a LOT, I did my best to come in contact with her any way I could. Bump in to her. Squeeze past her in a door way at the same time on purpose and rub up against her. I’d always say “Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. A, what am I thinking, ladies first,” and step back, but never before getting that contact in first. She probably knew damn well what I was up to, and would always smile and walk past me, occasionally brushing against me too. Maybe she wanted to play this game as much as I did. Who knew? Anyway, she always looked nice, very lady-like in her choice of clothes.

What no one knew was what she wore under those clothes. I knew because a month after they were living there, she had the blinds down in her bedroom, but the slats were open enough so I could see in her window, which fortunately faced my bedroom window. The day after she moved in, I had bought a cheap pair of binoculars from a consignment shop, thinking they might be handy to watch her when she was out in the yard, and hopefully through that same bedroom window.

Her blinds had always been closed that first month, so I never had the chance to see her in her bedroom until that day. That first day I saw her, she had on a matching panty and bra set. It was red, lacy, and very sexy looking. She even had the matching garter to boot! From what I could see through the slats, her tits were very big indeed, and they were supported very nicely in that sexy red bra. I wish I could say I saw her naked that day, but it wasn’t to be. I only caught a glimpse here and there as she passed by the window while getting dressed. It was enough to have me stroking my cock and thinking of fucking her in any way she would allow me. Needless to say it wasn’t long before I was shooting a huge load of hot cum into a dirty t-shirt, the most convenient thing to grab when I had to ejaculate.

This went on for over a year, catching the occasional glimpse of her as she passed by, always in a bra and panties, and only if those damn slats were left open. I’d sit by that window when I knew she was home, just hoping and praying she’d go up to her bedroom and change. I knew her schedule and did my best to catch her. It just didn’t happen enough for me and the waiting was torture.

What compounded my torture was being in their house when she was home, trying to sneak every glance I could at her while fantasizing about the last time I saw her in the window. We got to be very friendly since I was there so much, and she began to treat me like one of her kids. I was always there, and she was very comfortable around me. She no longer had to have her robe all tied up in the mornings, and would sometimes come down in her pajamas, usually those flimsy shorts and a loose top, and once in a while, no robe. The shorts displayed her great legs, and if she bent to load the dishwasher, or reach up in the cupboard for a coffee mug, I’d get a sneak peak at her lovely ass cheeks.

So many times I fantasized about crawling on the floor over to her and reaching up to squeeze those beautiful ass cheeks, and plant a big kiss on each one. I would think of her looking back over her shoulders at me, smiling, and I would lick her ass cheek with my tongue, and she would say “Let me turn around, I have something else for you to lick,” and then BAM, I’d have to snap out of it because she was saying something to me and I had to act like I heard what she said. Good thing she was tired most mornings and I got away with it.

After that first year, things seemed to balikesirmetroturizm.com go from bad to worse with Cindy and fat lazy Tom. I would hear them argue more and more frequently, thought they always stopped if they knew we had come in the house. She would complain about wanting to go out dancing, or to a movie, out to eat, something, anything. But most nights she gave up in frustration and would just sit and watch TV with us, then go to bed. Sometimes she would talk to me about Beth, saying how much she liked me and how she thought it was so cute. I always said I had a girlfriend already and couldn’t get involved with her. She would say Beth would be lucky to land a handsome boy like me. I would thank her politely and change the subject.

Little did she know how much I wanted to fuck HER, Cindy, and the heck with Beth. The more I watched porn on the internet, the more I pictured her in every one of them. I wanted her to suck my cock. I wanted to suck and lick and tongue fuck her pussy. I wanted her ass. Hell, I was obsessed and wanted all of her! It was driving me crazy. I was dating Cathy, but she was such a prude. One of the hottest looking chicks in our town and she was saving it for the right one. Great! The most I could get was a hand job while I played with her tits. Most times I’d rather be watching Cindy and stroking my cock, but you take what you can get when you can get it.

Then one morning I was up in my usual spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of my fantasy goddess, when she stepped up to the window and opened those damn blinds. I thought to myself, FINALLY! After almost 14 months she opens the damn blinds. Maybe there is a God after all. Then she just stood there in her baggy pajama top staring out the window. Since the window sill was about mid thigh, I had the feeling she didn’t have the bottoms on because I could see some flesh below the hem of her top.

My cock immediately started to throb, and when she absentmindedly brought her hand up to her shoulder, then slowly let it drop to her tit, giving it a squeeze, I thought I was going to cum right there without having touched my cock yet. I stared in awe as she first caressed her right tit, and then moved to the left one. She then brought her other hand up and squeezed both of them, massaging them with her eyes closed.

By now I was jerking off furiously, imagining those were my hands feeling those tits from behind her as my hard cock pressed between the cheeks of her smoking hot ass. I ached to see them in all their glory, and the thought of them naked made me lose it. Just as I started to cum, she opened her eyes, and I swore she caught me looking at her. But her gaze seemed to go right through my window and past me, and she stepped away and went to get dressed. I backed away from the window and figured I got away with it that time, but must be more careful in the future.

Two days later the blinds opened up, and there she was again, only this time the buttons were all undone on her top. Cindy was obviously not wearing a bra yet, and I could see her powder blue panties covering the pussy that I had been agonizing over for more than a year now. Her top was open enough to show the swell of both her tits, and it was a beautiful sight indeed. As she moved to look out the window I could see them swaying back and forth, and without even realizing it, my cock was in my hand and I was stroking it and silently praying for a full view of those naked tits.

Then it happened. She opened her blouse and grabbed her left tit with her left hand, and lifted it up, as if hefting its weight. Then she started to press on it with her right hand like she was feeling for a lump or something. She did this for several minutes. Then she took the nipple between her thumb and index finger, and started to roll it back and forth, her eyes closed again and her head tilted back. I came right there. Sprays of hot cum were exploding out of my cock, all over the wall under my window, and I didn’t give a shit.

And it stayed hard as I continued to watch her and stroke it. Her eyes were still closed and she was pulling and squeezing and pinching that nipple as her other hand slid down her belly and inside her panties. Her hand was working furiously on her pussy, and right after I came a second time, she stopped and looked behind her. She took her hand out of her panties and pulled her shirt together. It looked like she said something to someone, then turned back and stood there looking out the window. I saw fat ass Tom pass by and hated him for interrupting her session, and intruding on my jerk off moment. Still, I had the feeling there would be more so I vowed to be patient, and went about my day.

For the next nine months or so that’s how it went. At least three times a week she would be in the window, daydreaming, half dressed, and more often than not masturbating in one form or another. I never saw her pussy naked, but she had her hand in those panties so many times, and watching her tease herself or rub herself was almost more that my young heart could take.

I would have died happy from an orgasm while watching her finger her pussy and play with her beautiful tits. My only regret would have been not sampling them in the flesh myself. I doubted that would ever happen and was content with the jerk off sessions and my own live home movie right outside my window.

Mrs. A had a birthday party for me when I turned 20. She knew the situation with my mom and we just had a few friends over and a cake. It was nice and she was especially nice to me that day. Hugging me quite a few times and kissing me on the cheek, saying how she watched me sprout up to be a strapping young man in the last 2 years. I loved every minute of it and hugged her back every time, running my hands up and down her back and touching her as much as I possibly could at every opportunity.

I felt bold after the first couple of hugs, and let my hand go lower down her back than I should have, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see what I could get away with. One time I touched the tops of her firm ass cheeks and she didn’t stop me, so by the last hug of the day my hands were halfway down her ass and she never said a word or stopped me.

Beth on the other hand was too much. She would not stop touching me all day. She pestered me the whole time I was there. “Do you want a drink? Do you want more cake? Can I get you anything?”

“No, no, and no!” I replied every time.

What happened next was unbelievable. She stopped me in the hallway as I came out of the bathroom, where no one could see us, and she grabbed my cock and squeezed it, saying “I know your Girlfriend isn’t giving you what you need. I’ll suck your cock and even let you cum in my mouth, what do you say to that pretty boy?”

I was tempted, what horny young guy wouldn’t be? Believe me, if she wasn’t so fat and dumpy looking I might have taken her up on it. But I just couldn’t go for it. I replied “I really love Cathy and she and I will do everything when we get married.” Hey, it was all I could think of to tell her at the time.

She laughed and said “Any time you want me, just come over.”

“Thanks for the offer,” I said, and went back to the party.

I tried to avoid her and looking back, I was actually kind of rude to her the rest of the day. She ended up going to her room and staying there. I didn’t think anything of it.

A few days later Mrs. A. called and asked if I could stop by. I said I would and headed on over to her house. My mind was racing and I was wondering on the way over if it might have to do with the party, particularly how my hands were all over her ass. It had to do with the party alright. She was disappointed with me for upsetting Beth. Turns out Beth had spent the rest of the day in her room crying and all she would say about it was, “Danny is an asshole and I hate him and never want to see him in this house again.”

Mrs. A. then asked me to explain why Beth was saying that and what did I do to cause it.

“I didn’t do anything Mrs. A.,” I explained. “I don’t know why she is saying that.”

I certainly didn’t want to tell her what Beth said to me, so I sat there, saying nothing. She sat and stared at me as well, waiting.

“Look,” I said, “it’s uncomfortable to talk about. All I will say is I didn’t do or say anything wrong.”

She glared at me and said, “Danny, that’s not going to cut it, and you will not leave here until I get an explanation.”

“You know how she’s always throwing herself at me” I pleaded. “All I did was refuse her and that’s why she is mad at me now.”

She demanded an explanation. “Refuse her how? I want to know exactly what was said between you two.”

So I told her verbatim what was said between us, and how Beth grabbed my cock when she said what she said to me. She sat there looking at me for a while and said, “this is my fault.”

“How is it your fault?” I asked. “Now I want an explanation.”

Mrs. A told me Beth said she really liked me a lot and she didn’t know what to do. So she told Beth to let me know and just “go for it” and see what happens. She added, “I didn’t expect her to say or do THAT!”

She then explained why she told Beth, ” just go for it.” She said she had a cancer scare almost a year ago. Doctors thought there was something in her breast. It turns out it was nothing, but she was so scared until she found out for sure. Then seeing Beth so sad and wondering if she herself may one day have breast cancer, she told her if she wants something to just go for it.

She sat there looking so sad. I moved my chair closer to hers and said “What about you Cindy?” It was the first time I called her by her first name, and she was a little shocked.

“What do you mean?” she asked me.

“I mean why don’t you just go for it,” I said.

She sighed, and then replied, “It’s pretty much too late for me, I’m 50 now, stuck in my marriage, and just letting it take its course. What else is there for me to do now?”

A little voice inside me said take control of this situation and use it to your advantage. So I did. I looked in her eyes and said “You know you want me more than Beth does, don’t you?”

Nude Photography

Anal Fingering

Photography has been my hobby since childhood. The first item purchased from my first salary was a classical Isoly camera. While I graduated to a more intellectual profession, my obsession to photography remained. I used to take a lot of care in family photography trying out different light schemes and so on. In party gatherings my mind used to visualize every good face or body from the angle of how it would look in a particular photograph.

A beautiful girl usually made me fantasize her in nude form. During one such party I was lost in thought seeing a shapely girl talking to a friend of mine. I was introduced to her and my friend moved to greet other friends since he arranged the party. This girl, Lisa, had just moved to the town and was working in a bank.

Her first question after being introduced to me was, “What were you thinking as you looked lost for a moment as I was being introduced to you?”

I hesitated to reply but she egged me on so I said, “I was thinking about how you would look in a photograph.”

“So you are a photographer,’ she said.

I corrected her and informed her that it was just a hobby.

“Any time you want to photograph me, I am available,” she said. I did not respond so she asked why I was hesitating.

I said, ” A body like yours should be available for admiration by all photography lovers. I would like to photograph you in the nude.” She did not show any shock on hearing my ungentlemanly comment.

As I continued to look her in her eyes, she added, “I would love that. I have always fantasized about it but was unable to share the thought with anybody.”

We were called out for dinner so the conversation was abruptly closed. Just as she was leaving with the family of my friend, with whom she was staying, she gave a chit indicating her mobile number.

Next Friday evening I called her up to inform that I was going to my farm-house for the weekend and asked her aydın escort if she could join me. She said she would let me know after she talked to the wife of my friend as they may have some other program. An hour later she confirmed about her joining me for the trip. I told her to be ready next morning at 7.

The farmhouse was an hour’s drive and was situated in an orchard of guava and a field of sugarcane. It was a small house with a sitting room, a bedroom, a bath and open verandah on all sides. There was a small pool next to the house and a very small rock garden. I had taken with me sufficient stock of food articles, fruits, milk etc. Non-perishable items were already stocked there itself. I had arrangements for cooking.

We had breakfast and started our first photo session soon after. In this I concentrated on her face. I had arranged lights in the sitting room and took photographs of her face in different moods like laughing, crying, brooding, angry and sad. I also took her photograph drying her wet hair, blowing a kiss, cuddling a puppy and so on.

For most of these photograph I had to be only a few feet away. I so much wanted to hold her face and kiss her but I controlled myself for the time being.

I next chose to take glamorous pictures where her physical assets were only partially displayed to make the observers sexually excited. I asked her to wear low cut tops and take poses that showed her breasts almost to the nipples in various poses. I took these photographs both from front, top as well as from below when she extended her hands up and the breasts peeped from below her top.

In spite of the fact that I was totally immersed in the technical aspects of photography, the effect of her display made my cock rise almost to its pole position. All my efforts to hide it were useless.

I continued photographing her wearing shorts that hardly hid her bums and pussy. Since she was still nazillibelediyespor.org wearing her panties, the crack of her ass or the cunt was not yet visible.

After a break for lunch, we continued our photo session. This time I wanted her to get wet in different outfits. First I concentrated to show her twin globes through thin cotton tops, tee shirts, scarf’s loosely hung over them, bras of different shapes and sizes, all totally drenched to leave nothing to imagination.

Next I repeated this for her body below naval and above thighs. The shorts, skirts, panties etc were all of thin material to show every rising or depression in full glory through them when wet.

In both these cases I had to adjust the dresses to pronounce the effect. As I was adjusting her bra with straps partly pulled down, I could not control myself and brushed her nipples in a deliberate movement of my hand. The result was a shiver through her, a sigh and my holding her face and giving a long soft kiss on her lips. She had closed her eyes to fully savor the feeling of our first kiss.

Similarly while adjusting her pose when she rested her palms and feet on the ground and raised her middle to show every line of her pussy, I bent down to kiss her pussy through the thin material. In a similar pose, this time to prominently show her ass, I pressed the twin globes and ran my finger through her panty material over her crack. Her moan reverberated throughout the room.

We were so much aroused that I decided to differ the next session of photographing her fully nude, to the next day. As she was still quite wet, I pulled out a large terry towel and first wiped her face and hair. I then removed her bra and took my time to dry every part of her torso with utmost care. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying the caress until I just could not resist taking one of the nipples in my mouth.

The instantaneous effect was her holding my head and pressing it to her breasts. I sucked the nipples one by one and kissed her repeatedly in the mouth, neck and around the globes. Next I slowly peeled down her panty to expose her pussy in all its glory.

I minutely examined both by my fingers as well as by my lips every part of her glorious cunt. I sucked her clit to add to her arousal resulting in her climaxing on my face. I continued to play with inner and outer lips of her vagina, clit and also pushed in my tongue inside her cunt, making her cum again.

My cock was straining through my shorts and I was almost going to cum because of this contact with her most private parts. I just peeled off the shorts. The shirt had already come off during the photo session. I was not wearing any underwear. The two aroused people admired each other’s body for some time. She sat down and took my cock in her mouth and started to lick its mouth. She soon observed that I was just not able to control any more and so lay down on the carpet and pulled me over her.

I needed no further invitation and soon my cock was embarked in its wonderful journey inside her already lubricated cunt. The feeling was heavenly to both. I commenced the slow in and out motion of my cock in her cunt increasing the pressure inside her in every push in. She was literally screaming with delight while I was enjoying every moment of the wonderful feeling that cannot be described properly in words. I had not had a woman for a long time and wanted to preserve in memory this experience for long time.

Eventually I indicated through increased speed that I could not hold any longer. She pressed my hips to ensure that my cock was as much inside her as possible when I cum. As the ejaculation started, it felt like it will go on forever. She squeezed her cunt to give more pleasure to me. Finally as I spent fully inside her making her vagina overflow, I moved to her side holding her face in my arm and holding one of her breast in my other hand. I kissed her deeply and we both closed our eyes and dosed off without bothering, for the moment, about the overflowing cunt with cum or the still dripping cock.

Edward and Emily Ch. 02

Anal

This is the second chapter of a fictitious story. The characters in this story are all over 18 years old. They are based on real people, but I have changed most of the names and in some cases their appearance. The events in this story never happened, with exception of some of the minor ones.

There are actually two first chapters to this story, one told by Emily and one told by her father Edward. In contract I have combined their memories of what happened into one chapter, with Emily and Edward taking turns in telling how they remember what happened.

Special thanks to my friend Pete_L, for his invaluable help in turning this story into something much better than what it was.

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– Emily –

I woke up with a grin on my face. I had been dreaming about what happened the night before, and to be honest, I had also been dreaming about what did not happen.

I became aware of the foul taste in my mouth. Ew, that will teach you to go to sleep without brushing your teeth Emily, I thought to myself. Next I became aware of the noises coming from downstairs, Dad moving around in the kitchen, probably making breakfast. Daddy! It’s his birthday!

I jumped out of bed, put on my bathrobe at full speed and bolted for the stairs. Halfway down I stopped, turned, and ran up again and into the bathroom. There was no way I was going to give him a birthday kiss with a breath like this!

Yikes! I was shocked by what I saw in the bathroom mirror. I don’t wear much makeup, but all the makeup that I had been wearing the previous evening was now smeared all over my face. Oh well, nothing a facecloth and some soap couldn’t fix.

– Edward –

I knew the night would end sometime and I would have to face Emily at breakfast and sure enough, the time arrived. Well, breakfast time arrived, but Emily didn’t, so I prepared both our meals, put hers to one side and sat down at the table to eat mine alone. The daily newspaper had arrived and I sat there staring at it, but with too many other thoughts going through my mind to concentrate.

In a way, I was relieved she wasn’t here, as I didn’t know what I was going to say to her after I made such a fool of myself last night when I stroked her breast and squeezed her nipple. I kept trying to tell myself it was just a reflex action, like stroking a cat if it is on your lap and making it purr, but I knew it excited me and shouldn’t have done. I remember rushing up to the bathroom and masturbating with the thoughts of her in my head and how ashamed I was afterwards. I even felt a blush coming on now at the very thought. Perhaps if I leave for work soon, I thought, when I come home this evening it might not be so fresh and would be easier to deal with.

– Emily –

A few minutes later I went down the stairs again, my face scrubbed and pink, my hair brushed somewhat hastily and, most important, menthol fresh breath.

Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table, stirring a cup of coffee and reading the sports section, which was odd since he never reads the sports section.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” I said, ripped the paper from his hands and planted myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to kiss him on the cheek, but missed and kissed his earlobe instead. “Does my birthday boy really have to go to work today?”

One of the advantages of being short is that you can sit on someone’s lap and still look him straight in the eyes. I saw his eyes move rapidly from my eyes, to my mouth, down and quickly up again. His face went as red as a beetroot and when I looked down at myself, I understood why. My bathrobe had managed to somewhat open itself, and I’m pretty sure Daddy had seen my boob.

“Oops.” I said, readjusted my bathrobe and couldn’t help giggling. “So, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you really have to go to work today?”

“I’m afraid so. Why do you ask?”

“I was hoping we could go shopping together. I need something nice for your birthday party and I want your opinion.”

“Mine? But I know nothing about fashion.”

“That’s not important Dad. I just want to know if you like it.”

“Oh, well, I guess we can meet at the mall around lunchtime.”

“Cool!” I said and we agreed on a time and place to meet.

I got off his lap and sat down on the chair facing his. “By the way, I haven’t got a birthday present yet, but I will make it up to you. Promise!”

“That’s okay honey. Don’t worry about it.”

“I will,” I nodded, before attacking the fresh toast, juice, hard boiled eggs, ham, real Gouda and my favourite; croissants.

– Edward –

I was suddenly snapped awake from my thoughts and reflections, by the newspaper being forcibly taken from my hands, a bathrobe clad figure landing on my lap and two arms wrapping themselves round my neck. Emily had arrived.

As she wished me a Happy Birthday, her head moved forward and she kissed my ear, which I thought a bit odd. I pulled back and looked mersin escort into her face, then without thinking looked down at the front of her bathrobe. I froze. There, only inches from my face, was one of Emily’s bare breasts and erect nipple, poking out of her loosely tied bathrobe. It was only a momentary glimpse before she realised and closed her robe, but the human eye and brain is a wonderful thing. In just that moment, I noticed how pert her small breast was and that the nipple was on the upper slope, dark pink and surrounded by a slightly darker areola. I knew that here in plain view was what I had been stroking and fondling last night and the temptation to slip my lips over it kicked me back to reality. I also realised that I could feel the warmth from her legs through her bathrobe, that and the erotic flash I had just seen, was once again having an effect on my cock, restrained in my pants. Now I really did blush bright red.

I was so confused, that I heard, but didn’t understand, what Emily was saying until she repeated it. It seems that she was asking if I didn’t have to go to work so that I could go shopping with her for a new dress to wear at my party tonight. We had not done that since she was a little girl, and I wondered why she would want me tagging along now.

I tried to get out of it by telling her I didn’t know anything about girl’s clothes or the current fashions, but the truth is; that I am not comfortable in this type of shops with girls all wandering round with bits of clothing and underwear in their hands. I never know where to look without it seeming as though I am checking them out like a ‘dirty old man’.

Emily wasn’t easily put off and as she can twist me around her little finger with that little smiley thing she does, I gave in and agreed to meet her around lunchtime. That agreed, she thankfully slid off my lap and went to get the breakfast I had prepared for her. She mentioned something about not having a birthday present for me, but would ‘make it up to me’. I didn’t know what that meant and anyway, I didn’t really want her to spend her allowance on me, so I just told her it wasn’t a problem.

– Emily –

Dad watched me while drinking his coffee. He tried to keep a straight face, but I could clearly see the corner of his mouth curl up in a smile.

“What?” I asked, smiling the widest smile I had smiled in weeks.

“Oh, nothing.” He looked down at his coffee, but no longer tried to hide his smile.

I took my foot out of my slipper and started searching for his. “What did you think of that horror movie?”

“It was so bad, I almost thought it was a parody, like ‘Scary Movie’ but less funny,” he said and looked at my face again, but every now and then I saw his eyes drop. I quickly checked, but there was nothing wrong with my bathrobe now.

“I’m sorry we missed the end,” I said, just at the moment our feet touched. I’m not sure what was more amusing, the look of surprise on Daddy’s face, or his Adam’s apple going up and down several times. “I would have loved to know what happened next,” I added, with a smile that I hoped looked mischievous.

“Eh… yes, me too.”

“Oh well, she probably died,” I said, and softly rubbed his ankle with my toes.

“I ehh…. Do you think so?”

“Of course! She slept around. Girls who sleep around always die in horror B-movies.” My big toe was touching his calf now.

“Right. Right. Well, you’d better not sleep around then.” Much to my surprise Daddy actually winked at me.

“Nah. One lover will be enough for me.”

“Thank God for that. Oh, look at the time!” He got up from his chair and took his coffee cup to the kitchen. “You should get dressed, young lady.”

“I will, when you’re gone,” I said and walked him to the door. Just before he stepped outside I continued, “Don’t forget Daddy, we’re going shopping.”

I got up on my toes and pursed my lips. He got the message, bent down a bit, just enough for me to kiss his cheek.

“Bye sweetheart.”

When he opened his car door, he turned back at me and waved. I quickly blew a kiss, and I saw him turn red again as he disappeared into his car.

– Edward –

I studied her as she energetically ate her breakfast, wondering how I had missed seeing how attractive she had become. Her black hair against her pale skin was a real contrast that made her face stand out and when she suddenly looked up at me with those deep brown eyes, I tried to hold down a smile, but obviously unsuccessfully, as she asked me what I was smiling at. Her next words made my heart miss a beat, as she started talking about the movie last night.

I mumbled some reply, thinking to myself, “ok this is where she is going to bring up what I did last night,” and once again, just automatically, looked at Emily’s bathrobe. Then just as quickly I caught myself and looked away. What did she mean just now, when she said she was ‘sorry she had missed the end’ and ‘what would have happened next’. Was she talking mugladh.com about the movie or my actions, it was all too confusing.

Once again I lost her next comments, as I suddenly felt a bare foot touching my ankle then progressing up my calf. Was my daughter actually playing ‘footsie’ with me now? I swear she likes to embarrass me and make me blush. The mischievous look on her face told me she was enjoying herself as her toes gently stroked up and down my leg, but I wasn’t sure how far she would go. Rather than say anything, I stood up, cleared away my crockery and prepared to leave for work.

After pecking me on the cheek as I left, she blew a kiss towards me as I waved and drove off. What’s gotten into her, I mused, is it just because it is my birthday or is she trying to tell me she is not annoyed about last night or what? I couldn’t fathom out why her normal behavior had changed and what was it she said earlier when she looked directly at me? “One lover will be enough for me.” What did that mean? Everything she said this morning seemed to be some sort of riddle for me to solve. Unable to see any sense in the last half hour, I concentrated on driving, keeping in mind that I had to meet her later to go clothes shopping. Whatever next!

– Emily –

After he drove off, I stayed there at the door for a couple of minutes, enjoying the morning sun. Yesterday was kind of chilly, but it promised to be a beautiful day. A day perfect for summer dresses.

Finally I went inside and up to my room to get dressed. Then I made myself useful by picking up the clothes that were still on my bedroom floor, put clean sheets on my bed and on Daddy’s bed and cleaned up his bedroom too. It’s wasn’t really messy; just a couple of books lying around, and I found one of his cufflinks on the floor, which I picked up and dropped into the drawer of his nightstand.

Now these are all pretty simple tasks, so I had plenty of time to think of my dad, like why he first played with my boob last night and then suddenly had to go to the bathroom, or why he tried to pretend he hadn’t seen my boob, or why he seemed not to feel my toes touching his ankle and calf.

“Because he thinks he should be the responsible adult,” the little voice in the back of my head said.

Oh, right. That made some sort of sense, but how then could I get him to make love to me?

The answer didn’t come, so turned my focus to something else, Daddy’s birthday cake.

Not long after that, the cake was in the oven and I went up to the bathroom to shave my legs and in between, and while I was doing that, something bubbled up from the depths of my memory. I wasn’t even sure if it was something I heard or something I had read. “A man has both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.”

Right! That was the answer. If I could get him turned on enough and get more of his blood flowing down, he might just forget that he was supposed to be the responsible adult. Maybe he wouldn’t forget, but make a pass at me anyway!

The accidental boob flash was a nice try, but what if I did that more often? Would he get used to seeing parts of my body that most fathers don’t see and somehow start seeing me less as his child and more as a woman, or would his father instinct be so strong that he would finally tell me to get my act together?

I figured there was only one way to find out and why not start doing that while shopping?

Happy with my half-baked plan I went downstairs again and spent some time putting birthday decorations up. Next I took the cake out of the oven and left it to cool down.

I saw the postman walk by and that reminded me of the package in my drawer. I hadn’t even properly looked at it, so I went back to my room, picked up the package and emptied it on my bed. Two sets of handcuffs in plastic wrappers. I ripped one open and the first thing I noticed was that there was no key. A better look at the cuffs revealed a small push button on the side. It was really simple; you could close the cuff around someone’s wrist and a single push on the button would unlock it. I tried in on myself by cuffing my wrist to the footboard and could easily free myself, even with the same hand, as long as I had enough slack in the chain. I finally tossed the cuffs back in my drawer and went downstairs again.

– Edward –

Around lunchtime, I walked out of my office, round the corner towards the large shopping Mall. I couldn’t help noticing that the unusually warm, sunny day, seemed to have made all the girl’s dresses and skirts shrink. Well at least their length had. A lot of leg was on display as the girls came out of their workplaces for lunch.

As I entered the Mall and saw Emily looking into the window of one the clothes shops, a particularly tall and leggy blonde, in a very short tight skirt wiggled her way past me on heels that made her sculptured calves really stand out. She was definitely a ‘head turner’ and without thinking, I did just that as she passed. The back view was as good as the front, her tight skirt clinging to her shapely bottom leaving little to the imagination. When I turned my head towards Emily, I could see her reflection in the shop window looking directly at me and I am sure I saw a quick frown of annoyance pass over her face before she turned as I called out to her.

– Emily –

I wasted some time reading an old magazine until it was time to go to the mall. Dad’s office is right next to the mall, so I needed more time to get there than he would, but twenty minutes later I was waiting for him, looking in the shop windows. Finally I saw his reflection in the window, but almost immediately my view was blocked by a blonde girl passing in front of him. My first thought was “I wouldn’t mind having long legs like hers,” but my opinion of her changed quickly as I saw Daddy almost sprain his neck to look at her butt. I was just about to turn around and say something, when he looked back at me and called.

“There you are.”

I turned around and immediately gave him a hug, still annoyed, but at least the blonde was out of sight.

“Hi Daddy. Let’s go!” I said, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shop where I buy most of my clothes.

“Wait, what exactly are we here for?”

“I told you. I need something nice for your party and I want your opinion.”

“I have no idea how I can be of help, other than by paying.” Thank God he grinned when he said that.

– Edward –

She gave me her normal hug, and led me towards the shop she wanted to look around.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to say or do, unless it was to pay at the end I thought, with a smile. I like to see her happy and I know she doesn’t have much money, so I wouldn’t mind if that’s the case.

I walked round the shop with her as she looked at this and that, acutely aware that I was the only male in the shop, where many of the office girls clearly liked to browse in their lunch hour.

After about 15 minutes she had an armful of clothes and made her way to the changing rooms. Well, when I say ‘rooms’ they were just curtained cubicles and it didn’t look like the curtains fitted too well, or that the occupants cared too much either. I stood there, trying to seem relaxed and at ease and to look anywhere but at the changing cubicles where flashes of bare skin and underwear appeared occasionally through the gaps where the curtain met the walls.

– Emily –

Those of you who have ever gone shopping with a man know that they’re hopeless, so I browsed the clothes racks, picking out stuff that I liked and a few things just to tease Daddy. I also got some matching shoes. Then the fashion show started. First I tried on a green dress. Absolutely amazing fabric, but the design of the dress itself was a bit boring.

“What do you think Daddy?” I asked, and twirled.

“Not bad, but…. I dunno. It makes you look a bit old.”

Alright, next!

Back in the cubicle I put on a tease outfit; a really short leather skirt, low cut top, stockings and platform boots. My reflection in the mirror scared me, but I stepped out anyway. As soon as Dad saw me, horror was clearly visible on his face.

“Well?”

“Eehhh… I don’t know honey. Is that a skirt or a belt?” His hand went up to his collar and he started scratching under it nervously.

“Too short?”

“I wonder if the people who sell this would let their daughter wear that.”

“I kind of like the top,” I said. Dad didn’t respond, but I did see a hint of a nod. “Next?”

– Edward –

The first dress she tried on was dull and made her look too old, but when she came out for the second time, I hardly recognized her. The shoes she was wearing made her look as though she had grown about three inches and the leather skirt she had chosen hardly covered anything, including the tops of the stockings she had put on. Her low cut top showed quite a bit of her small cleavage and I could clearly see the dark points of her nipples poking at the front of the material. I was at a loss for words and felt my face getting hot at how sexy she looked. I quickly tried to banish those thoughts before any other part of my body took an interest and make sure she knew that I thought it wasn’t really an appropriate outfit.

She turned and went back into the cubicle again and I’m sure I caught a glimpse of her rounded bottom as the skirt flared out with the motion. Yes, definitely too short!

– Emily –

Another nod, more clearly now, chased me into the changing booth. I looked at myself in the mirror again. “Jesus Em,” I thought to myself, “you look like a streetwalker.” But the top was nice. Sexier than I usually wear, showing more cleavage than I thought I had.

I changed into a little black dress. They say every woman needs one. I squeezed myself into the dress, but couldn’t reach the zipper. I put on black heels and stepped out.

“Dad? Can you zip me up?” I asked, as I stepped out and turned my bare back to him.

“Eehhh… sure.”

It took him a while to get the zipper up, but he finally managed it.

“Well?” I asked and lost my balance.

My Craziest Threesome

Amateur

I finally met the twins one weekend at a party early in the spring, but I’d known about them for months. Noelle and Emily Morelli were well known from them moment they set foot on campus their freshman year. In fact, they were “local” famous even before that: the Conjoined Twins of Wells County…or, as the less evolved students sometimes called them, the White Siamese Twins or the Two-Headed Girl. I’d seen them on campus a few times, and I have to admit, it was a little startling. Their heads and necks sat on a pair of broad shoulders, but everything else—arms, waist, legs—were very close to the appropriate proportions for an average 19-year-old girl.

So, when I found myself sitting on a couch next to them, I was intrigued. Pretty quickly their differences became apparent. Both girls were cute, if not beautiful, with brown hair and green eyes. Noelle, the one on the left (when facing them), was the more outgoing one, with a beer in her hand and her hair pulled back in a simple pony-tail. Emily was more made up, and her shorter hair was carefully curled. Their heads were side-by-side, so that their cheeks were almost always touching.

“So how long have you been here?” Noelle asked.

“I’m a senior. Should graduate this semester. Assuming I finish my senior project.”

“Is that likely?”

“Let’s hope. And you guys just started last fall, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you liking it so far?”

Noelle smiled. She was doing all the talking, and it was clear that she was enjoying the attention from an older guy. “It’s pretty good. The classes aren’t too bad, and we’ve met some cool people.”

Emily finally chimed in. “And a lot of assholes. You know, people who point or take pictures or say dumb shit.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been dealing with that our whole lives,” Noelle said.

“Yeah, we’re not hurting for assholes around here,” I said. “But you have to admit, you girls are pretty noticeable.”

“Sure. Like I said, we’re pretty used to attention. And we don’t mind if people actually have real questions.”

“Well, good. Because I was going to ask what happens when only one of you wants to drink.”

Noelle laughed and raised her beer. “That actually happens quite a bit. Em doesn’t like drinking, so I have to pace myself.”

“You drink, but you both get drunk?”

“Exactly. We only have one digestive system.” She took a long pull on her beer, while her sister rolled her eyes.

“And your other systems?” I asked, looking the twins over. They were wearing a red blouse with cut-out sleeves, which helped disguise their broad upper body while showing off their slender arms, and it was low enough to show a little cleavage.

Noelle laughed. “We each have control over the arm and leg on our side.”

“That sounds complicated.”

“Not really. We can do just about anything. We played softball in high school.”

“Cool. Can you play pool?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll take you out next week.”

Noelle smiled, but Emily frowned and said, “I think I have plans.”

“I wasn’t asking you.”

Noelle laughed—she did that a lot—and said, “We’ll figure something out. I’ll go do something she wants to sometime.” I gave her my phone, and she put in her number. “See you next week.”

The next Friday night we went and shot pool at the student commons for a while, then went back to my place. Noelle, at least, seemed happy to get off campus and away from their dorm. She was funny and flirty and a little nervous, and if Emily wasn’t showing much enthusiasm for the date, she hadn’t said much, either—mostly just eye-rolls and loud sighs to let us know that she didn’t want to be there. I opened a bottle of wine, and we started watching a dumb movie on some obscure channel. I sat next to Noelle, of course, and within an hour or so we were making out. She was a little shy at first but had no trouble getting into it pretty quickly. It was kind of strange to be kissing her with her twin’s head only a few inches away.

Emily largely ignored us, but after a while she caught me looking at her and said drily, “It’s fine. I’m just watching the movie. Don’t mind me.”

I kissed Noelle again, then moved back a little. “You guys have a system worked out for dating?”

“Not really,” Noelle said. “We don’t really date that much. But I had a boyfriend in high school, so she’s used to me making out.”

“Really? What else is she used to?”

Noelle blushed but grinned. “Well…I gave him a hand-job a few times.”

“She did,” Emily confirmed, not sounding too happy about it.

“Shut up and watch the movie, Em,” I joked, then started kissing Noelle again. After a few minutes, I let my hand move up from their waist to run over Noelle’s breast. “Can she feel that?” I whispered in her ear.

Not quietly enough, apparently, because Emily said, “No.”

I moved my hand across to Emily’s tit and gave it a little squeeze. “How about that?”

Noelle giggled, but Emily just said, “Knock it off. Feel up the girl you’re actually on a date with.”

I did, but two or three times I let my hand move over to Emily’s breast, and she didn’t say samsun escort anything. Noelle was clearly getting into it, her breath coming faster. I moved back so that I was sitting next to her again rather than facing her and brought her hand, which had been caressing my hair and face, down my chest and onto the bulge in my jeans. She immediately began to rub it. Success. Soon I was getting uncomfortably hard, so I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.

“Wow,” Noelle said softly. “That’s a lot bigger than Eric’s.” Her fingertips played with the head, then she began to stroke me with her little hand. After a while, I turned and stood up, facing her, partly to let her change her grip—she was doing all this with just one hand, after all—but partly to let her get a better view of what she was playing with. She was really getting into it now, running her fist all the way up and down, occasionally pausing to play with my balls and giggle.

When I noticed Emily stealing a few glances at my cock, I said, “Not bad, huh, Em?”

She resolutely looked away. “I don’t care.”

“You should,” Noelle said. “His cock is amazing, Em. Way thicker than Eric’s, and his balls are so big!”

“Well, they are pretty full at the moment,” I said.

“Oh, are you going to cum?” Noelle leaned forward grabbed some tissues from the coffee table. “That’s hot. I want to see you cum, Paul.”

I was a bit disappointed that it would end like this, but I didn’t want to push a girl who was young and pretty inexperienced, so I let her finish me off into the tissues. As I tucked my cock back into my pants, I watched both pairs of brown eyes looking hungrily at it.

We went out a few more times. Once we went to a restaurant, and, yeah, lots of people stared, but the girls just ignored it, so I did, too. I also got another hand-job. I probably could have gotten more, but it was late and I had an exam the next day, so I had Noelle give me a quick handy and had them out the door by 10:00.

About a week later they came over again. It was a weekend, so I put on some music and poured some drinks. Emily’s interest in the latter surprised me; she matched her sister in downing a couple shots of tequila. Before long Noelle and I were making out in the kitchen. I got them up against the wall, then started to unbutton their shirt. I expected some pushback from Emily, but she just looked kind of resigned as I helped them shrug out of their blouse. Their bra was clearly specially made for their unusual anatomy, but it worked pretty much like any other, and I was able to get it off without too much trouble. I leaned down and started to suck on Noelle’s nipple. She moaned a little, then said, “Paul, wait.”

“What?”

“It’s just…I’m a little embarrassed about my body.”

“Why? Your boobs are great.”

She flushed. “Well, and also we have these broad shoulders and our waist is kind of big.”

“Your shoulders are fine.” I put my hands on their hips. “And your waist is smaller than most girls’.” It was true, though mostly because the twins were naturally petite.

“And our boobs? You said…they’re okay?”

I assumed an evaluative expression and cupped her breast in my hand. “Let’s see. Good size, good shape, great hand-feel.” I took Emily’s breast in my other hand. She made a sound of surprise but didn’t say anything as I squeezed it a few times, then gently circled the nipple with my thumb. Hers was a bit smaller than Noelle’s, maybe a full B, and because of their broad chest their tits didn’t sit quite normally, but it wasn’t a big deal. After a few seconds of feeling up both tits, their breathing was starting to come a bit faster, and Noelle’s hand strayed to my crotch.

Before she could do more than give it a few rubs, however, I led them into the living room. They looked good: topless, wearing just a skirt, and those two cute faces flushed, their cheeks touching as always. Noelle’s longer hair was in a braid; Emily had dark purple lipstick and thick cat-eye eyeliner. Even without Noelle’s touch, I was getting hard.

They watched, mesmerized, as I slowly unzipped and pulled out my cock, then started jerking it. After a few long, slow strokes, I put my hand on Noelle’s head and gently started to push it down. She understood exactly what I wanted and began to kneel, then suddenly stopped.

“Oh, hell, no,” Emily said.

“Shut up, Em. I want to.”

“I don’t care.”

“Why are you always such a bitch? All you have to do is kneel down.”

“No way.”

“I’m always doing shit for you! Remember last week when you had to go to that stupid career fair?” Again, Noelle’s leg began to fold as she tried to kneel, but Emily’s didn’t move.

“Oh my God, Noelle. Not the same thing.”

“Come on!” She darted a quick look at me. “I want to do this, and you’re embarrassing the fuck out of me.”

“I’m embarrassing you?” Emily retorted, but without much vehemence.

I reached out and held their upper arms, helping them balance. Noelle immediately began to kneel down again, and this time her twin joined her. With my cock only a few inches from their faces, Emily resolutely samsunkurdu.com closed her eyes, while Noelle’s were wide with uncertainty and, I think, lust. It made her look even younger.

“I haven’t done this before…” she began.

“I know.” I began to stroke my cock to hardness right in front of her face. “Just do what comes naturally. And if I want you to do anything different, I’ll tell you.”

She nodded and licked her lips, then moved forward a little and kissed the head of my cock. After a few kisses, she grew a little bolder, letting her lips and tongue linger each time. I made a few noises to let her know it felt good. Encouraged, she opened her lips and moved her head forward onto my cock, moved back, moved forward again. A few tentative sucks.

“That feels great,” I said. “Be careful with your teeth. Yeah, good. Now take it a little deeper.” I noticed that Emily had opened one eye to watch what was going on. “A little deeper. Nice. Nice…” Noelle was getting into a rhythm now and was taking more than half of my cock. Then she got a little too ambitious, gagged, and pulled back in surprise.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” She gave me a shy grin. “This is kind of hot.”

“Yes, it is,” I said. I put my hand on her head and guided her back onto my cock. She resumed sucking, and Emily was now watching my cock moving in and out of her sister’s mouth just inches from her own face. I decided to give her a little more of a show. I pulled my cock from Noelle’s mouth and gave her a few gentle slaps, leaving her cheek wet with her own saliva. Then I held my cock up and said, “Lick my balls.” Noelle immediately complied, kissing them, then running her tongue over them.

“That is so gross,” Emily said. When her twin ignored her and took one of my balls into her mouth, she added, “I can’t believe you’re doing that.”

After another 30 seconds or so of ball-tonguing, Noelle looked up at me. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing great. Best first blowjob I’ve ever had.”

She beamed. “Thanks. I like it.”

“Of course you do,” Emily said. “You’ve been dick-hungry since junior high.”

“Well, then I’m glad to be the first to feed her one.”

With that, Noelle wrapped her lips around my cock again and returned to her sucking, moving quickly and deeply down my shaft each time. The twins had separate necks, but they were so close that Emily’s head couldn’t help but move a little when Noelle’s did.

“You’re such a slut, Noelle. You’ve barely known this guy for a few weeks and now you’re sucking his dick.”

“Mmhmm,” Noelle agreed around my cock.

“It’s so gross. You’ve always wanted to be a whore, though, so you’re probably proud of getting that big nasty thing in your mouth. I can’t believe you. You’re so cheap and disgusting. You—”

Without even thinking, I laid my right thumb on Emily’s lips. Surprised, she fell silent. I let it move a little, lightly smearing her dark lipstick, and her lips parted slightly in a reflexive kiss. As they did, I pushed it into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but before she could react, I slowly drew it back out. Her mouth was opened in surprise now, so I pushed my thumb back in again. Her lips closed around it and for a second I worried about getting my thumb bitten off, but after a long moment she began to suck gently on it.

Here were these two cute girls in one body, kneeling in front of me, one sucking vigorously if inexpertly on my cock and the other tentatively on my thumb. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I put my left hand on Noelle’s head and pushed myself in deeper and faster. She gagged a few times but gamely continued on. “I’m about to cum,” I told her, “and you’re going to swallow it.”

Her “yes” was barely understandable with her mouth full of cock. I grunted when I started to cum and was ready to hold her head in place, but she didn’t back away as I filled her little mouth with cum. My right thumb was still in Emily’s mouth; she was swirling her tongue around it.

Noelle’s eyes were watering when I finally removed my cock from her mouth and she swallowed the last of my load. I reluctantly removed my thumb from Emily’s mouth; it came out with a wet pop. Noelle looked triumphant, Emily a bit dazed. I helped them to their feet, then grabbed their ass and pulled them close while I kissed Noelle.

“That was amazing,” I said. I was overselling it a bit, but I wanted to give her confidence.

“Thanks. I’ll get better, I’m sure.”

“Well, my cock is available whenever you want to practice.” I turned to Emily. “You should be proud. Your sister is a great little cocksucker.”

“I’m not surprised,” she said, and in addition to her usual sarcasm there was a note of jealousy.

About a week later Noelle invited me to their dorm. Their roommate was gone for the weekend, so they’d made me dinner, and we were enjoying some Netflix-and-chill on the couch. Before long the girls had climbed down onto the floor. I leaned back and spread my legs as they knelt in front of me. To my surprise, they worked together to pull my pants and underwear down and then pull out my cock.

“You have to admit, it is nice,” Noelle said. She cupped my balls and gently started to stroke them.

“Yeah, it’s okay, I guess.” Despite her words, her hand started rubbing little circles around the head of my cock.

With both of them working on me, I started to respond quickly. Soon I was hard enough that both their hands were able to move to my shaft and begin to stroke me. It was a strange sensation; I was used to having two hands jerk me off, but these two weren’t moving in complete unison. Strange, but nice. They were both staring at my cock in concentration. Noelle had copied her sister’s cat’s eye look, though as usual, Emily was a little more made up, with dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick. Her eyebrows were a little thicker than her twin’s, I noticed, though they had the same long, thick eyelashes.

When Noelle’s head moved forward to start sucking me, it was a somewhat awkward position, since Emily’s head basically had to bob up and down, cockless, right next to hers. I could only see the tops of their heads now, but I heard Em’s voice. “You’re such a fucking slut, Noelle. If it were up to you, we’d probably be dropping to our knees ten times a day. I can’t believe what a little whore you are.” The sentiment was familiar, but the tone was breathless, almost excited.

I took ahold of Noelle’s ponytail with my left hand, and she moaned as I began moving her head up and down my cock. “Don’t you like your sister sucking my dick, Em?” Abruptly I pulled Noelle’s head up and off my cock, now shiny with her saliva. I pulled it to the side, so that both their heads moved a bit to the left. “Maybe that’s because you’re jealous,” I said, and, with my other hand, pushed Emily’s head down.

The head of my cock pushed through her dark lips, and without hesitation she began to suck it. It was her first blowjob, but she had obviously learned a little from watching her sister’s so close up. As Emily worked on it, Noelle was now treated to the sight of my cock moving in and out of a mouth inches from hers. And she was happy to tell her sister what she thought of it. “Ha ha, yeah, suck that cock, Em! You’re always such an asshole. Such a prude little bitch, looking down your nose at everyone. Now you’ve finally got a cock in your mouth like you’ve always needed.” She looked up at me. “You don’t need to be so gentle, Paul. You can fuck that bitchy little face of hers.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I held Emily’s head still and slowly back to push my cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed in concentration, but she gamely took each thrust and even swirled her tongue around it each time it came out. When she gagged a few times, Noelle laughed. “Oh my god, you can’t even take it half-way.”

“Show her how,” I told Noelle and slipped my cock back into her mouth.

This went on for about five glorious minutes. Because their faces were already cheek to cheek, it was the easiest thing in the world to move my cock back and forth between their mouths. When Noelle was sucking me, Emily went on about what a whore she was; when it was Emily’s turn, her sister talked about how she was such a bitch. Noelle’s hand was mostly on my leg and ass for support, while Em’s slipped down beneath their legs.

Unfortunately, there was no way they could turn their heads enough to both work on my cock at the same time, but I had a thought. “I’m gonna try something,” I announced, removing my cock from Emily’s mouth with a pop. Their two little faces looked up at me, lipstick smudged, eyes wide. I carefully spat where their faces touched, then pushed my cock forward. Noelle moaned and Emily said, “Oh my god.” Their wet cheeks were soft and warm on my cock, but there wasn’t quite enough friction, so I put a hand to either side of their heads and pushed them together. Their cheeks now provided a little more resistance as I pushed my cock between them. It was like tit-fuck, except I was using two heads instead of tits.

Pretty soon I was close to cumming, and I had other plans, so I stopped and helped the girls to their feet. I kissed each of them, then led them into their bedroom, where I pulled the little blue baby-doll dress they were wearing up over their heads. “Take off your bra,” I said as I kneeled and carefully pulled down their panties. When I looked up, the bra was gone, so I took their hands to help steady them as they stepped out of their underwear. “Lie down.”

I don’t know whether they had discussed this beforehand or if they just were both going with the moment, but they immediately climbed onto their bed. I stripped, then helped them scoot up until they were reclining, propped up on pillows. Then I moved down and gently parted their legs. From the waist down, they looked like almost any other girl: small, slightly rounded stomach; slender, smooth legs (shaving them must not be easy, I thought), a cute little pussy surrounded by a bit of well-groomed hair. I started with alternating kisses on their thighs. Noelle was already moaning softly, and by the time I got between their legs, Em was joining her. It didn’t take much kissing and licking before they were wet. I explored with a single finger for a while—so tight!—then went back down to tease their clit with my mouth. Their hips began to buck, and before long their legs shuddered convulsively and they cried out as they came.

Pull of the Grove Ch. 01: Cruising

Babes

This is a completed four-chapter novella that will complete posting by mid-June 2018.

*****

“You mean like tying me up?” I asked.

Though he was sitting across from me at the table in a shadowed corner of Merry’s bar, the round table was very small and he was pressing his knees into mine under the table and gripping my forearm firmly in a strong hand. The sleeve of the overcoat was pushed up his wiry-muscled, shaved, and colorfully tattooed forearm, giving me goose bumps from knowing already what was underneath the coat. I wasn’t going anywhere until he released his grip. As far as customers went, this one was a scary one.

“No, I mean trussed up—more than just tying.” When he said this, he took an object out of his coat pocket that, at first glance, looked like those attached plastic rings that came on six-packs of soft drinks to hold them together from store to home. But these weren’t plastic. They were a black material, thicker than the plastic rings and probably stronger, and there were only four round openings. They looked more like two attached pairs of handcuffs. He laid them down on the top of the table and I let my eyes stray to them on and off for the rest of the conversation.

I felt a shudder travel down my back, from fear, certainly, but also from something else. Something more arousing and provocative. It was the old groove thing I had been conditioned to. By Zack. I had learned that scary could be enticing and that pain could be pleasure.

“One hundred dollars,” I said, naming a price that I thought would not be me saying no, but one that gave the conversation a chance of ending without it being my fault that I’d lost trade. I was enticed—that groove thing—but I also was scared witless.

Part of that was the man himself. He seemed so intense, and he was totally hairless. He had what I thought of as a death’s head. Gaunt, almost emaciated, the skin tight over the high, pronounced cheek bones. A sneery smile. His head was bald and he had no eyebrows. He was tattooed, though. There was a design on the side of his neck disappearing down into the collar of the heavy black overcoat he was wearing. The tattoo wrapped around his neck and came up to under and around his left earlobe. He could have been anywhere from his mid-forties to early fifties. But an athletic forties or early fifties. Or he could be one who hadn’t seen more meals put before him than absolutely necessary.

His stare from out of cold, steely, washed-out blue eyes was intense. I felt like they were boring right through me.

But he didn’t flinch at the price. “Have you taken it rough?”

I just looked back at him. Would I be in this neighborhood, in this bar, if that wasn’t the norm around here?

“And have you ever been sounded?” he continued, when I hadn’t answered other than the look I gave back to him, which was enough of an answer.

I paused, shuddering again, with the tremble going through my body. He surely could feel it in the forearm he was gripping. “I’ve had it rough, yes. And I’ve heard of sounding—only heard of it,” I managed to choke out. I waited for him to say it wouldn’t be necessary, but that’s not what he said when he next spoke.

“You’re a sweet little piece,” he said. “Don’t look like you’ve been broke bad yet. I want to do you. Want to do you my way. Can’t place what you are, though. Some black in you?”

“A little,” I answered, not wanting to discuss this, but glad to move away from the topic of sounding so that I’d have time to adjust to it if I was going to. By the old 1 percent rule, one drop of black blood was enough; I was black. There were guys who wouldn’t touch a black and others who wanted to punish a black. No telling if this guy was either of those.

He hadn’t flinched at the quote of a hundred dollars. I had to pay Demont five hundred a week regardless—one hundred dollars each working day, he said. He claimed he gave us weekends off, but it usually took the whole week, seven days, down here in South Philly to feed both his demands and our needs. A hundred dollars went a long way for one trick.

I already knew that he’d fuck rough. He hadn’t had to mention that. But at least he was being honest, laying everything on the table. Well, maybe. You never could be sure.

“A bit of black, yes. My father’s mother, or so I’m told. He didn’t stick around to welcome me. But my mother’s Thai.”

“So that’s probably where much of the dark skin and small size comes from,” he said. “Even the slight girly look.”

I didn’t respond to that. I was a mixed breed; anyone would say that from looking at me. And that’s probably why I was here—in South Philly. On 10th Street in the Moyamensing area that once had been an Italian-American village south of Philadelphia and now was inside the city limits, near the Navy shipyard. It wasn’t an active naval base, but there were Navy guys stationed here. The Navy Yard was really a holding pen for decommissioned naval vessels that were in reserve for the next sea ankara2010.com war or were in limbo, waiting to find out if they were going for scrap or being sold to some third world country.

That was me too—in limbo in South Philly—barely existing, working at losing myself in a mixed-bag, almost-slum population that had widened out from Italian-American to black, Hispanic, Indian, Pakistani, Thai, Cambodian, and Vietnamese. And those had been here long enough for the nationalities to have broadened out to every mix you could think of.

I fit in here like I’d fit in nowhere else.

Even the proximity of the Navy Yard fit my profile and my comfort level. My father had been an American Navy man, so my mother had told me. That’s who she went for in Bangkok’s Patpong red-light district—American sailors. Even Zach, who had come much later, and who, for some unknown reason, considering how he treated us, had brought my mother and me to the States, was an American sailor.

Zach. The Zach of the groove. Zach, who kept my mother in the groove and who put me there too—and who caused me to leave home right after graduating high school and disappear into the mixed world of South Philly. But not before I’d been put in the groove.

Here I gravitated to sailors too. I wouldn’t deny that that was what brought me here from Norfolk, where I’d settled in to letting sailors do me and got the hang of making them pay for it before I came up to Philly for more of the same. With more of the same without Zach being nearby being what kept me here in Philly.

So it was natural not only for me to be in this neighborhood but also to be near the Navy shipyard. It wasn’t just the groove. It also had become my comfort zone—where I hid behind shields against any emotion when I let sailors get their dicks inside me. The sailors were easy pickings, really. Always randy; usually with cash to burn when they managed to get out of the base—if you could catch them soon enough. Often ready to do it with men, because men were all they saw for months on end at sea and they had to do it regularly.

“The sounding too,” he said. “For a hundred and twenty-five.” The mention of such a large sum brought my attention back to the table at Merry’s.

I still hesitated, though. “And I’ll pay for the room,” he hastily added. “You have somewhere close we can go, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes to the price or whether you have a room?”

“Yes,” I repeated. Of course I had access to a room. Just two doors down from the bar, on 10th, was what looked like a duplex with a single front entrance up six steps from the sidewalk. No markings outside. It, in fact, was a by-the-hour flop house. There was no way I was going to take him to my own room, which was in the basement of a row house over in Packer Park, with its own separate entrance. There was no way I intended to tell any john where I lived. Demont didn’t even know where I lived. My mother and Zack certainly didn’t have the address. They didn’t even know I was in Philadelphia. All my bridges burned. I assumed this was where I’d burn out—and alone.

The man I’d agreed to go with wasn’t a sailor, I didn’t think. More like a machinist, or maybe one of those mad small-flock preachers, sermonizing from a store front, trapping everyone with the strength of his stare. He wasn’t anything like any of the men I’d gone with before.

I’d picked him up in the usual way—by walking the nearby Marconi Plaza park. I’d go to the park and walk the pathways, waiting to see what would happen. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding here, so I dressed male. I only tricked out female when I went clubbing for something special. I was what they called androgynous, so I could go both ways.

I was small—but I was well formed enough. Have to say my dick wasn’t small, though—not thick, but hanging low—which could be a problem when I tricked out. And my features were delicate—johns often told me I was beautiful rather than handsome, even when I wasn’t tricked out. I wore my straight, glossy black hair to my shoulders and could just let it hang or I could style it when I went clubbing. My skin was a creamy brown and my features enough Oriental so that men looked at me twice, initially trying to figure out what I was, but more often than not going on to showing interest—and then want.

I didn’t want trouble later when I cruised the park, though, so I was careful to dress male, as I did the day I hooked up with the man I thought of as the ghoul. Neither one of us shared names—even fake names. No name he had given me, though, would override my thinking of “ghoul” whenever I saw him.

I wore a tight athletic T that showed that I had hard pecs, rather than breasts, and short nylon running shorts cut up to the sides almost to the waistband that showed a bulge rather than a curve in the crotch. Just sandals on my feet. I didn’t overdress. I needed to be in and out of clothes quickly.

He was sitting on a bench, swathed in a heavy black overcoat reaching almost down to his ankles. He had combat boots on his feet, the black, shiny leather tops disappearing up into the hem of his overcoat.

The first time I passed by I slowed down and smiled shyly at him in passing, making sure he saw me and giving him time and opportunity to speculate. I could tell he was interested, but I wasn’t sure. There wasn’t anyone else in the park showing interest, though, or I probably would not have worked him. There was something about him that was off-putting. He had the look about him of more trouble than I wanted to handle. Zach came to mind as I passed by this guy on the bench and then the groove came into mind too. And, as always, I was juggling the sensations of fear, dread, arousal, and enticement.

As I came close to the bench on my second pass, the man jammed his hands into the pockets of the overcoat and pulled the coat open from either side.

He flashed me, making me pause in shock, my eyes bugging out. He was completely naked underneath and hairless. It took a moment to realize he was naked, though, because he had full-body tattooing. His body was thin to the point of gauntness, but he was rock-hard muscled, wiry. And he was in erection, his cock not long, but unusually thick, the dickhead bulbous and a raging purple. He had what we in the trade called a fireplug dick. He smiled wickedly as I regained my composure and walked on by. He closed the coat only when I turned my head away.

I did two transits of the park before passing him again, looking for any other possible prospects. But there were none. With a sigh of resignation, I passed by him again. This time, after he flashed me a second time, I gave an almost imperceptible nod of my head. He had evidently been waiting for such a signal, because he rose from the bench after I passed and followed me at a distance. I walked out of the park and three blocks east on W. Oregon Street and then north two blocks on 10th Street.

Merry’s, a hole-in-the-wall gay men’s bar that few knew of and few were meant to know of, was in the basement of an end-unit row house, the first floor of which had been turned into a bodega. You had to go around to the alley and walk down some steps to get into Merry’s. The sign over the door wasn’t conspicuous and wasn’t lit up at night. You either were a regular here, you were brought here, or you had been explicitly told what you could get here.

The ghoul followed me all the way into Merry’s and sat across from me at a small, round-top table in the shadows. He ordered beer for both of us, pressed his knees into mine under the table, reached across the table and gripped my forearm, and asked me that first question: “You gonna let me truss you up when I fuck you?”

* * * *

I got flipped into the groove immediately upon entering the flop house room. We were barely inside the door and he’d let his overcoat hit the floor when he turned and surprised me with a vicious uppercut with his right hand to my jaw, followed immediately by a left to my solar plexus.

I fell to the floor and went into a reflexive fetal position. I’d been beaten running into sex before. Just like Zack. Just like Zack would do before taking me. And the ghoul kicked me where my hands were covering my belly and genitals, just like Zack would do. Already in the groove. He bent over me and, with rough hands, pried me straighter from my fetal position and started pulling at the few clothes I was wearing.

I was still moaning, seeing stars, waiting for the next blow when I realized that he had my shorts, T, and sandals stripped off me, had lifted me up by a grip in my hair, and was tossing me on my back on a sagging three-quarters bed with a brass-rung headboard and, because I knew this bed well, bedsprings that would scream and screech in the rhythm of the fuck.

There was no foreplay or preliminaries here. While I was still fighting for the breath he’d knocked out of my solar plexus, he had both my wrists and my ankles bound together on one knot in that double-handcuff contraction, with my legs and arms extended up and meeting above my chest. I thanked the gods that I was young and flexible enough to handle it, which wasn’t to say that the position was comfortable for me.

So, this was what he meant by trussed. I was both fearful and curious.

He was on the side of the bed above my head, gripping me under my armpits and pulling me to where my head dangled over the side. His hands briefly ran over my chest and belly and then up my legs. His thick, erect dick was poking at my face.

“Nice. Very nice,” he murmured. “You got it all. Nice long dick too. That’ll be fun.”

He proceeded to force his dick between my lips, cupping my chin with one hand and forcing my head back and holding his dick steady at the root with the other to give himself a straight shot. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his face fucking, which didn’t reach the back of my throat, although I did gag a bit, but that threatened to unhinge my jaw.

Holding my head between both of his hands, he fucked my face, grunting and groaning, and continuing to whisper, “Nice, nice, nice,” until, with a jerk and without vocal warning, he ejaculated down my throat. I gagged on his wad of cum. Before I could even lick the cum off my lips when he withdrew, he was there with a ball gag, which he forced into my mouth and tied off behind my head.

I was completely at his mercy now.

Then he went over and picked up his overcoat; moved to the only straight chair in the room, which was positioned beside a low dresser; and sat down, He was directly in my line of sight when I turned my head—and not more than six feet from where I was trussed up on the bed, my head still hanging over the side and my hair almost touching the floor. Despite my situation, I found myself trying, with little success, to make heads or tails out of the patterning of tattooing that covered his body. It did look like professional work.

Maybe that’s what he was, a tattoo artist. But as quickly as that thought surfaced, I was pushing it to the back of my mind. I didn’t want to know what my johns did for a living—unless they were sailors. I got an extra jolt off of being done by a sailor.

“Nice, very nice,” he said again, as he stared at me with those steel-blue, lifeless eyes. He rummaged around in his coat and came up with a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches. He also came up with a couple of condom disks, which he placed on top of the dresser next to him. He took several drags off a cigarette and then reached into the coat and pulled out a thin, oblong metal box, which he also placed on the top of the dresser next to him.

“This is gonna be real nice,” he said.

I thought I was going to go mad if he didn’t stop overworking the word “nice.”

Another couple of drags on the cigarette and then he unlatched and opened the metal box. He took a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and fanned it out on the dresser. He took a thin metal rod out of the box, lifting it up, looking at me, and saying, “One,” and laid it out on the handkerchief. This was followed by a second, longer and slightly thicker metal rod. “Two.” And then a third. “Three.”

I winced and writhed a bit, but I didn’t want to do too much writhing in case I pushed myself off the side of the bed and onto my head. The floor was worn wood. There was no cushioning carpeting. I moaned through the ball gag. Now that it was here, I didn’t want this. But now that it was here, there wasn’t a damn thing I was going to be able to do about it. Unless, of course, he showed me mercy.

“Very nice,” he said. “Gonna enjoy this a lot. You got it all. It’ll be a long drive down into your nuts.”

I couldn’t help but moan at the sound of that statement. I was shaking my head back and forth, and turning it back in the direction of the chair, I found that he was gone. So was the handkerchief and the three sounding wands. Yes, I knew they were sounding wands. Yes, I knew what sounding wands were used for. Yes, I knew what he meant about driving them down into my nuts.

He pulled my trussed-up body across the bed until my head was back on the mattress. I felt my cock being pulled through my legs, and his mouth on that and on my balls. And finger or thumb, I knew not which, at the opening to my channel and then pushing in. I moaned at the invasion and at the moist, warm feel of his mouth enveloping my cock. I engorged for him—involuntarily, because I knew what he’d do when my cock was hard. But I couldn’t help it. His lips and tongue were at my rim—and then the tongue was inside me.

I writhed against him and tried to curse at him, but he was holding my hips steady between his hands and the ball gag muffled anything intelligible I could be saying.

“Nice,” I heard him say. “Yes. Fight me as you can. But once the sounds are in, you’ll want to hold very still. It’s a long drive down into those nuts.”

He was exactly right about that—that I’d want to hold very still when a steel rod was being pushed down my piss tube. When my cock was hard, he started to work the first of the sounding wands into my urethra slit, slowly sinking it in and twirling it now and again to hear my deep moan and to meet that with a deep laugh.

“Hold still with that,” he said, “Makes you wanna cum, don’t it? If you can wait for the bigger one, you’ll have one heck of a jack off. But now I’m gonna give you something else to think about. Woowee. Don’t know as how I’ve ever buried this wand so deep. Little guys like you don’t usually have anything to be proud of, and it’s got to be a little guy with me. Perfect. You’re just perfect for me.”

I was quaking, hyperventilating, trying to keep very still. Feeling every inch of the thin alien metal running down inside my cock. And, yes, I was crying. But I was in the groove. This was new, a new experience. I had been bred for this, and I felt the cum rising deep in my balls—almost touched by the end of the rod, I thought. God, this was getting it all. The dark side of me was humming happily. If it was just this . . .

Addicted to Attention Ch. 07

Amateur

Cat was showering with Des and Ken so I put the kettle on to make us all a morning mug of tea. They all sat down, looking forward to a day of unwinding from the stress of business activity, in holiday mode at last. Unlike me, Des enjoyed letting his concentration wander when on holiday. I vowed not to spoil that for him today by trying to discuss any money making schemes that might be on my mind. What he regarded as stress, I normally revelled in. Today, I had promised not mention anything remotely connected with business. Cat and Ken wanted to wash and clean our BMW as it was still so grubby from the trip. I brought the convertible alongside and started to vacuum the interior.

“Just relax or swim, but absolutely NO WORK!!!” Des interrupted my thoughts. “Why don’t you go out exploring on your new Jet Ski? It’s got plenty of fuel in it. Try it out!”

“Go on Barb.” Cat urged, looking up from her tasks. “It’ll give you a chance to unwind. You’ve already done more than your fair share of work lately.”

“You’ll put me off my work if you stay around here.” Added Ken with an ambiguous grin.

Their words rang in my ears as I walked toward the water. We all had our strengths in our unique family. I had almost forgotten how to cook and clean over the last three months that we had been living together. Cat had eagerly taken over the running of our household leaving me to organise, plan and run all the financial aspects of our enterprise. The men, in addition to their commitments at the bank, ran all our maintenance or building duties. They also handled all our photography projects and supported me in legal matters. Now they were asserting themselves, today I had promised do nothing but relax.

I started the Jet Ski, looked longingly at the others as they all toiled away making sure that there would be nothing left for me to do, waved and took off. Although I had decided not to take any sort clothing with me, not intending to go too far away, I had never been right around the lake before at the far end beyond the town. The lake was tranquil and fairly deserted so I made the decision to take full advantage of my free time. There was a wooded area at the far end of the lake, rich in bird life, that our young friends had described as being worth a look. Access was only by four-wheel drive track or by water and they had mentioned a waterfall nearby. I decided to take a look at it without bothering to return for my clothing first. I felt some anxiety at the thought of going right across the lake in my vulnerable state of nudity but my newly increased sense of adventure triumphed over any doubts about venturing into the unknown. The throbbing of the motor between my naked thighs had made me orgasmic and reckless. As I neared the wooded area I turned off the motor and drifted into shore. I found a tree with a large branch overhanging the shallow tranquil waters of the lake, perfect for a quick stopover to explore. Tying the Jet Ski firmly to the branch I walked around the shore, noting signs of makeshift campsites where large stones had been arranged in a circle for fire. The evidence of human presence made me curious as I walked among the trees feeling at one with nature, hearing the various birds and insects buzzing and chirping. It was a Garden of Eden type of setting, so peaceful yet visually stimulating. There were occasional cleared areas where the sun shone through the trees, warming my naked body and making the experience seem even more daring. I imagined that the local population made good use of this area as there were clearly defined tracks leading to a stream with a small waterfall, further on. I felt alone, away from the water and vulnerable here in the woods.

I imagined what might happen if a group of strange men came across my path and there was nobody around to hear my cries for help if they should decide to take advantage of me. Every sound brought fresh awareness of the curiously uncharacteristic risk that I had taken. I faltered then sat down on a fallen log, the roughness of the bark next to my genitals further stimulating my sense of vulnerability. I closed my eyes and let my imagination race. My senses were screaming for my eyes to open but I kept them firmly closed and just listened. When, some time later, I felt that I had conquered to urge to retreat to the safety of my new Jet Ski and race back to Rome I opened my eyes and walked slowly onward. The sound of the waterfall complemented the other sounds of wildlife perfectly, evoking a supreme feeling of inner peace when I heard it at first. There was nobody about, calming my immediate fears of being discovered. After exploring the entire area around the small waterfall I made my way back to the Jet Ski, resolving to bring the family here at some future time. Des was really getting into his nude photography now and this setting was picture perfect. In fact there was no real danger, mid week in this secluded beauty spot near a quiet back country town, but it was time to move on.

I rode slowly around the shores stopping ankara2010.com occasionally, drifting for ages, then carrying on. I had no way of telling the time but the sun was higher in the sky when I opened the throttle and made my way back home. Cat came running to greet me, her face beaming with pride as she pointed to the BMW and the convertible, gleaming like new and still parked together. I had been away for three hours. She and Ken had detailed the cars until there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found within either of them. Des had tidied around the property, rigging a rope from one of the large trees to form a swing and the boathouse was now ready for guests. I walked into the house to find the table laid out ready for lunch. They had even waited for my return before eating. I apologised, as I sat down, but they dismissed my words saying that I deserved my time out on the lake.

I took Cat out on the Jet Ski after lunch while the men went into town for milk and newspapers. I had asked them to find newspapers from nearby cities too as I wanted to check out the entertainment scene available. With 5 more weeks to spend here I have to admit that midweek was still a bit too quiet to fully excite my new sense of adventure. The weekends were great, the changing holiday population providing Cat and I with the attention we craved. It would be nice to see what opportunities existed within easy distance by car from Maple Lake just the same.

There was a little more activity on the lake around the town area now as the afternoon wore on but the area where I had seen Tony and Melissa mysteriously vanish was quiet so we pulled in the little cove to investigate. It was a deserted spot with bushes near the lakefront to shelter the activities of anyone behind them. Ground level, as we lay there, offered a wide view of any approaching craft, making it a perfect lover’s retreat for our young friends. We got back on the Jet Ski and returned home when we saw the BMW drive onto our property, anxious to see what the nearby cities offered in entertainment. Apart from restaurants and the bowling alley, Maple Lake had very little else in the way of nightlife. When our family had been evaluating business yesterday, we had been discussing the various ways to promote the bowling alley. We had it in mind to change the name of the centre in order to attract a wider interest among the population for attending mid week and over winter. The business was geared largely to children by day and young adults by night but during mid week and off-season Gerald lost money by remaining open. He barely covered his overheads most weeks. On the plus side, the bowling alley was situated on prime lakeside land with room to expand the buildings to at least double the present size as the patronage increased. I wanted to explore the nearby larger towns such as the one where Tony and David had lived before renting our other lakeside property. Knowing there were at least three, according to our earlier conversations with our young friends, moderate to large cities nearby I planned to investigate the options. It was with this in mind that I had told Des and Ken that Cat and I were in need of some excitement. “Nothing to do with business at all.” I promised Des.

Cat and I scanned the newspapers eagerly, noting the variety of night time entertainment available nearby. Cat found the perfect advert, guaranteed to interest both our men. We left the paper open at the right page as we passed it to them. Then we carried on reading another paper until Des found the right advert.

“I know!” He exclaimed. “Why don’t we drive over to Rose Valley tomorrow night? There’s a nude revue bar holding an amateur night with a contest that might appeal to you girls? Unless you’re chicken of course.” He added with a challenging expression.

“It should be exciting Cathy. How about it?” Ken said.

I said that we would think about it if they made it worth our while. Cat immediately told them that we expected the sexual performance of their lives that night if we agreed to enter. She looked at me and winked, knowingly.

Wednesday evening we set off in the BMW.

Cat and I had dressed up in our favourite lingerie with uplift half bras’, no knickers, just light suspenders and stockings. We dressed for sophistication in gowns that were sexy and alluring, yet not out of place at a royal gala. We spent time carefully applying makeup to our faces and our bodies in the way that Rick had taught us. We then added jewelled accessories to our pierced nipples and also to Cat’s clitoral ring to highlight her smooth vulva to an erotic effect. Des took his camera of course and Cat and I were full of nervous excitement, the way we always felt before Kent’s shows. It had only been a week since the last time we had performed one of those but we both missed the attention already. This time we would be going on stage, taking off our clothes in front of the audience in a slow and sexy manner, probably to music. Cat and I had practised this as we anticipated the problems of removing our clothing in a suitably alluring way.

As we left the parked car and walked to the entrance, the added weight of the accessories attached to my breasts and the cold night air on my exposed vagina added to the sexual excitement that was building within my body. Cathy too, was flushed with anticipation as we entered the reception area. It wasn’t a sleazy back alley type of operation but a sophisticated nightclub, with dining facilities and topless waitresses dressed as French maids serving a mixed crowd of older, affluently dressed patrons. The menu was up to the best of standards and the seating arranged so that the stage was readily visible from even the furthest corner booth seating.

Cat and I chatted as Ken ordered an entree meal and drinks, so we turned to watch the show. The girls were providing a classy show, moving well as they disrobed slowly. They ultimately spent about ten minutes or so, totally nude among the patrons. They were among the most daring and erotic poses that I had ever seen at such a public venue. Cat and I took careful note, anxious to please the audience when it was time for us to have our turn. The audience applauded at the conclusion of each girl’s show and the girl would then move to the tables that requested them. The patrons were largely businessmen, holding up monetary inducements to the girls to give them a close-up look at their bodies. Cat and I gazed in wonder as the older men induced the girls to display themselves, inches away from their eyes, often playfully smacking away any roving hands that tried to squeeze their buttocks or breasts.

“I guess this is legal nowadays?” Cat cautiously inquired of one of the waitresses, pointing to a stripper at the next table. She was shamelessly exhibiting her body with one foot resting on the tabletop and accepting the tips that they offered.

“No problems!” The young girl acknowledged. “Just as long as the clients don’t actually touch her.” She smiled at Cat and I, indicating Des’s camera. “With the girl’s approval, there’s an adjacent room where photography is permitted in a more private setting. It’s got security cameras in there to discourage unwelcome attention though.” She warned as she moved on to the next table.

It was a lucrative source of income for the girls I imagine, between acts. In the first few weeks that Cat and I had been modelling, we had more than a few requests for us to do lewd poses for amateur photographers but we had discouraged most of them because security had been lacking in the places we had been asked to pose. I was most impressed with the operation here though.

“Are you guys still going to enter?” Des asked with a sly grin. “It’s a bit different to staying onstage.” He reminded us.

“I’m game if you are?” I turned to Cathy. Let’s show these girls a thing or two.”

“Way to go!” Des replied as he noticed Cathy nod her head.

There was obviously a real demand for the girl on show at the moment and we noticed that at least two patrons booked her services for a private show in the next room. We watched two other acts before the advertised ‘Amateur Night’ event commenced. The room was filled by now with eager patrons as three other amateurs got to their feet and made their way to the backstage area amidst subdued cheering and encouragements. Cat and I walked through the crowded room to a building enthusiasm, the cheers got louder as it became obvious that we were going to participate. We could feel the excitement building amidst our nervousness as we steadied each other’s confidence.

The strippers in the dressing rooms eyed us over and gave all of us tips on moves that they felt would be easy for us to perform. They said it was a good crowd tonight with generous tips available if we did well. The prize was $500 for the best act. Seven participants walked into the dressing room in total, All the others were far more nervous than Cat and I. We drew straws for the order of appearance and Cat was third to appear, while I drew the last spot. We could see the stage from the dressing room through glass panels, which were mirrored on the stage side. The two ladies that went onstage before Cat weren’t game to undress completely, only stripping down to thongs before running backstage in tears, flushed with embarrassment at their failure to complete the act. The audience was disappointed but I knew that Cat would easily change that.

“Knock em dead, darling!” I squeezed her arm as she moved out to the stage. Oddly, I had never watched her perform alone before but I was proud of her as I saw her moving while she smiled into the mirror, knowing that I was behind it.

She removed her dress and bra with her back to the audience, winking at me with an excited expression. Once she was totally naked she moved out on the catwalk spreading her legs and posing to a really appreciative crowd. Earlier disappointment evaporated into eager excitement as she sat, totally nude now, on the end of the catwalk slowly removing her stockings. She was mindful of all areas of the audience as she spun facing the other side of the room to remove her other stocking, lifting her leg high in the air as she did so to accentuate her jewelled vulva. She leapt to her feet and walked slowly back toward me twirling her nylons around her head. She bent over, stiff legged and feet apart, in front of the mirrored window, as she slowly added the stockings to her pile of clothes and folded them neatly on top. I could see arms waving in the audience, hands clutching money, signalling their desire for her to join their table for a close-up.

She had been on stage for only six or seven minutes but she had the audience spellbound as she walked through the crowded tables, posing seductively as we had seen the professional strippers do around the room. There was tremendous applause as she made her way back to the stage clutching a large number of bills in her hands. She was a star, bubbling with excitement and pride as she dressed herself and then described the thrill of making her way around the room.

“Look!” She held out her tips for my approval. “We don’t get that at our fashion shows.” She was beaming with pleasure.

The next three girls all stripped fully but declined to go out around the audience as Cat had done.

Finally it was my turn. I had the advantage of a warmed up audience eagerly urging me to remove my clothing. They were applauding with a real enthusiasm as I left the stage and made my way around all the tables. Cathy was right, the experience of circulating around the crowded room wearing nothing except high heeled shoes was quite exhilarating. I posed at the tables, opening myself up by spreading my legs wide to allow the patrons a close up look at my smooth vagina and accepting the money that they had offered with a grateful smile.

I included Des and Ken for a special show as I discretely slipped them the money I had taken up to that point. I had many businessmen give me their card as well, urging me to give them a private show afterward. I politely declined, explaining that I was only a guest here for tonight.

By the time I reached the last table my left hand was clutching even more tips than I had passed over to Des. I gave the patrons at the last table a close look at my clit ring, which appeared to fascinate the ladies at the table even more than the men. Although my state of arousal was now evident, I answered their questions with candour before excusing myself to go back to the stage. I added more tips to my growing pile of notes from their table although I had declined their invitation to join them for a drink. I stepped back onto the stage, wetter between the legs and conscious of a fast approaching orgasm, flushed with success. I picked up my clothes, fumbling for longer than necessary, in the same position that Cat had used when placing her stockings earlier. I looked, between my legs, at the audience and gave them a warm smile and waved as I stood up again. The reaction was encouraging and I was filled with a strange sense of sadness that my time among them was at an end. I could have happily spent the rest of the evening, out among the audience in the nude.

Cathy received the first prize. The manager came over to our table to congratulate her, telling us that it had been difficult to choose between the two of us. He said that there would not be any tab for our table that night and noting that we were visitors from out of town, he gave us his card begging us to come again anytime for a paid gig. He sat with us for some time and we told him we were models for Kent’s lingerie firm and we were on holiday at Maple Lake for a few weeks. Although we told him very little, he had been full of useful information to us regarding the entertainment industry.

As we left that night we had his card, a substantial amount of cash and lots of interesting new ideas. Of course, we had all enjoyed the night tremendously. Ken was the driver since he hadn’t been drinking alcohol for the last two hours. Des and Ken always alternated duties whenever there was alcohol to be consumed. They had a great time all the same, noting the set up of the revue bar and extracting from Bill, the manager, discretely of course, information on the legality of the operation. They had told him that we were fairly adventurous and didn’t want us getting into trouble with the law over the contest activity. He had assured them that everything the girls did at his establishment was perfectly legal nowadays and pointed out the limits of what was allowable.

I had found the experience exhilarating, not as sleazy as I had first believed. The strippers I had met backstage didn’t appear to be well educated but they looked after their bodies and did not seem to be on hard drugs. They simply enjoyed the same thrills as Cat and I, while making really good money. Some of them married well, to wealthier men than they might otherwise expect, given their social standing. Prostitution was discouraged, they were well paid and kept all their tips. Many of them travelled, always finding work if they were young and attractive enough.

Didi cured secret disease

Anal

Didi Cures Secret Disease

Hello friends, my name is Ravi and I will make my tragedy today.

We are residents of the village. There is a big joint family in my house and we have come to Indore to study two siblings. Both of us stood and also earned money.

In the story, I wrote Didi instead of my sister.

Now I come to my story, both of us have rented a room in the city which has a compact kitchen and a bathroom which does not have a door properly but there was no problem, we are both siblings.

Because of the lack of space for both of us, we both slept together on the bed of the single bed. Sometimes Didi used to stick with me. Never in my heart did I think of Didi fucking me and I might not have even come in Didi.

One day when I was in my college bathroom I was beating my mouth. I felt that my penis has become crooked. I got scared. I was told by a friend to stop slapping me. I did it for a few days when I cling to my sister’s ass. When I was sleeping, I got out of my own hands; I looked in the morning; I got nervous, then I called my friend, and we both walked over and wondered what to do?

Then he got a call from someone, we went to that address and saw that there was a legitimate board hanging and the treatment was going on, after putting in an endless line, the number came, the receptionist gave us a form and sent it. That tomorrow I went to my room Didi came not from college, Didi was in the second year and I was in first.

In the matter of knowledge of sex, Didi had more knowledge about what happens to me later.

I filled that form on the bed in the room, Didi was a science student, she knew about these diseases, but I did not ask why I was under balıkesir escort the illusion that sex diseases are taught after getting a degree. But Didi knew everything.

I forgot the form there, and Didi came out to roam and she saw the form, I wrote in such clear words as My cock has become crooked and one night my mouth has gone out automatically and my cock is also small (I had added this thing to you so I can enlarge my penis, although nothing happens by size I have written it).

So I came and saw the form in Didi’s hand, and my ass burst. Did not even know, Didi said, “What is this all about?”

I said “You reader?” I am ashamed to tell you” Didi bid “You could have asked me also, I know all you do about these Vaidya Baba Why should I not let your cock stand in it.”

Didi was aghast at hearing the words of cocks from Didi’s mouth, Didi said, “Do you trust these local doctors with no cocks more than your sister? “

Didi then spoke the word cocks, I felt so good when she spoke cocks.

I said, “I am ashamed of your sister!”

Didi said “When that Baba takes off your trunks and checks it with cocks machines, is not ashamed?” Didi was angry, and she tore the form down my neck.

Now Didi said, “Tell me what is the problem, tell me like that, tell me these babas.”

I said, “Didi, my cock has become crooked and one day my mouth has gone out and the cock is also a little smaller.”

Hearing the word cocks from my mouth, Didi also liked it, then Didi locked the door and came near smiling and said while pulling down my pants “Take it off!” I was blushing, Didi was laughing and said, “If he spoke in front of Baba, he would have taken balikesirmetroturizm.com his ass. Now he is blushing in front of me.”

Sister had opened up a lot more today than me.

I opened the button of pants while blushing Didi sat in front of me as if she was sucking, Didi asked to take off the pants, and then she also took off the shirt, and now only the tights were left.

Didi looked at her “Is this for me” before I took her off, Didi angrily tore the tights which were torn.

I said, “Didi spoiled my trunk, you have got two with me, you have torn an excellent one, now what will I do? No money has come from home yet.”

Didi flirting and said “I have many, you can wear my” I also said “I will wear whatever I wear” Didi kept looking at my mouth, which had bowed down in shame some time back.

My sister Didi now took the foreskin in her hand and said, “Show me the crooked?” I said, “I will look a little while standing.”

Sister said, “When will you get an erection?” I said, “don’t know.”

So I started caressing my cock, I wished that the cock would not stand so that the sister tried something like this.

After some time, Didi said “It is a problem, it is not standing, otherwise it does not back down in salute as soon as a girl comes in the hand.”

Now Didi put the cocks in her mouth with gossip. She erected the cocks. Didi started sucking. After some time, Didi pulled out of her mouth. Didi said, “The biggest problem is that you have not had sex yet, tell me.” I said “with a hand I did,” Didi said, “cock is like this, there are a lot of cocks in my book and if the cocks are crooked, then there is more fun in the pussy”.

Didi quote “Tell me how small it is,” Didi started measuring with her hand, then brought the tape to my cock 6’5 inch turned out Didi quote “It is so big, it is written in our book that 80% of the men have 5 inches and Happy 20% is only a big brother.”

I was happy Didi grabbed the cocks again, and I started seeing “Didi wear clothes now” Didi said yes but said “Didi you tote my trunks now I will take you” Didi bid.

We had forgotten another disease. Let us get further treatment.

I went to Didi; she started trying to run, but I caught her and she caught the leg, she ran away and took a break and maybe even a little burst.

Didi got angry as she said “sadder” Speaking like this, she took off her clothes and took off her tights and said “wear this it’s mine” Didi’s smooth pussy was shining I saw Didi’s tights. I was wearing wet tights.

Didi started laughing and said stop taking a photo of yours, Didi took the photo and I remembered another disease, I asked “What do I do with my mouth?” Didi said “By putting someone’s pussy every day, everyone will be finished by sleeping,” I said, “Now whose pussy should I bring?” Didi said, “See, I still used to work with my finger, I will run even further.”

I kissed sister loudly and slammed on the bed and hit a blow Didi’s pussy was half cocks in the sister Didi seal pack virgin The sister was very pained Didi screamed.

Sister started having fun after some time, I remained banging her.

That night we sexed all night and now we sex every day, not wearing clothes at home, the cost of clothes was also reduced and the tights were the only sister, and the sister did, I used to wear her tights only.

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I will post the next update soon, this story is written in it, how my friends killed my ass and sister’s pussy, because of me, we started earning money. Until then, keep fucking.

Summer Camp Ch. 02

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~Okay, first of all, this story is a series which leads up to things. The sex doesn’t happen immediately and if you don’t feel like waiting, don’t read it.~

Ashleigh lay on her back in bed, the covers kicked off in a pile at her feet. She hadn’t been able to sleep what with the heat and the fact that Claud was sleeping in the next bed. Her sticky hair was plastered to her forehead and her underwear was soaked with sweat. She turned over, feeling the damp sheets stick to her as she did so.
She couldn’t stand it anymore, she needed a shower. She got up and headed for the little bathroom that Claud and herself were sharing. She pulled off her panties and bra and stepped into the shower cubicle, letting the cool flow of water cascade down her shoulders. Her nipples grew hard at the touch of the cold water. Ashleigh looked around though she knew no one was in the room with her. She was so hot and seeing Claud’s new body istanbulescortbayanlar.com had made her so horny. She slowly reached down and squeezed her nipple, making herself gasp at the sensitvity.
As she continued to squeeze it, she heard someone moving around in the cabin. The bathroom door swung open and Claud walked in. Ashleigh quickly let go of her nipple and shut off the water and grabbed her towel.
“Oh, Ash, I’m sorry, did I disturb your shower?” Claud looked sympathetic. “I’ll levae fi you want?”
“No, it’s okay, I was done anyway,” Ashleigh shook it off.
“Okay then,” Claud smiled. “I’m just going to have a shower, I’m so sweaty from last night.”
Claud slowly pulled off her vest top, letting her breasts free. She took off her shorts and Ashleigh could see her sweet little ass. Claud turned on the water and stepped into the shower and Ashleigh quickly realised she was staring and turned away.
She dressed hurriedly, catching sneaky glances at Claud through the bathroom mirror. Her tanned body was soaking and beautiful, the light from the small window illuminated her blonde hair. Ashleigh took one last longing look at Claud and headed up the track to the main building, she was taking some kids orienteering.

Later that night, Ashleigh was the first one back to the cabin. Claud wouldn’t be back for a while, she was cleaning up the mess from the clay making. Ashleigh lay down on her bed and let her hands wander over her breasts. She rubbed them in rythmic circle around the nipple, her breathing getting heavier.
Her hand moved down into her shorts, teasing her hard clit through the mayterial of her panties. She let out a moan and slipped her hand inside her underwear, rubbing hard on her clit with her fingers. Her back arched to meet her fingers and she slipped her middle finger into her pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips and she began to rub harder on her clit.
As she was nearly reaching her climax, a dark figure appeared outside the cabin, on the small porch. It was Claud, back from camp. Ashleigh hastily removed her fingers from her panties and wiped them on the blankets, panting heavily. Claud came in, looking gorgeous covered in clay, her cheeks red and rosey.
“Hey there, sorry I was so late back, there was a lot to clean up!” Claud grinned and sat down on Ashleigh’s bed beside her.
“Don’t worry, I was just…….I was just reading.” Ashleigh quickly lied.
“Okay, well, I’m going to bed, I’m so tired after today. See you in the morning.” Claud leaned in close to Ashleigh and kissed her lightly on the lips and headed over to her bed.
That night, Ashleigh lay awake in bed for hours, thinking over in her head about the kiss. A soft kiss, the thought Claud’s silky lips on her own made Ashleigh shudder with arousal. But it was just a kiss, just a goodnight kiss and Ashleigh was straight…..wasn’t she?

My First Desi Threesome in India

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This story is about Me(Madhu), Bujji and Purna. I have done my Masters degree in Computer science and living in USA for the past 20 years! Bujji is very cute, curvy and beautiful working lady and speaking of Purna he is very athletic, high energy, bold and brave guy. I knew Bujji right from my college days and I had a huge crush on her but in those days with the social stigma we could not even talk or even be closed to each other.

I have decided to travel India for a short trip and I happen to talk to Bujji and words between us went on adventurous side and also to celebrate our union she want us to go out of town and spend some time with me along with her husband. With my hectic schedule I told her that I will book flight tickets and go out of town and stay in a 5 star hotel for couple of nights. To our luck Purna agreed to our travel. After confirmation from Purna I have arranged everything!

Right after I have landed and started visiting friends and family in India, I got a call from Purna and we want to sit one evening to talk about our travel plans and also to get to know each other. We all went to Nice 3 star restaurant and ordered few drinks. To play it safe we ordered one coke for Bujji and Purna mixed liquor in her coke and I found it funny but given the culture over in India I understood that it’s safe to be that way. After few large pegs I started to loosen up a bit and told purna that I am being honest and I had a crush on Bujji Purna got a sense of where I was going and nodded and he is smart enough to know when it will lead!

I have decided that if it is bound to happen it will happen and If not I will just spend some quality time with them and get back to US. Bujji was excited as it’s her first ever flight!! All three of us took Air India flight and got out of city and checked in to The STAR hotel which is a 5 star hotel! It was not a pleasant experience as we checked in we were not given a nice room and after complaining about that room we were given a decent room. I only reserved one room and it’s got a king size bed! This got Purna worried a bit as he ordered an extra bed. We got freshened up and went out to eat at a restaurant right in the star hotel.

All three of us walked towards restaurant it was well lit and decorated very well. Theme of that day is Arabian nights! huge lamp sets were erected and lit up and cool breeze uşak escort coming from sea shore. Sound of waves giving a very romantic feeling as we walked across and sat at the table and ordered some drinks! After half hour or so as we all cheered up having a large peg, Bujji started to loosen herself up and started giggling and Purna asked her to be seating between me and him and as Bujji came and sat between us conversations are getting lighter and Bujji raised her leg and placed it on my lap was the first ever touch and I know Bujji is not going to stop with that!! Purna is looking at other girls in the restaurant and start to stare at them enjoy his time as well. Bujji and Purna did not like food as food over there is continental and spice levels are low for them but to me I enjoyed my food and did make sure that I got right amount of alcohol in my body!

We went back to our room and Bujji is already very high and asked us who will come first!! That word electrified me and my shaft was hard on! Purna went first and started teasing Bujji and asked me to join!! Till then I was controlling my lusty moments and my patience got paid off! On one side Purna and other side me exploring Bujji’s body and that is when a surprise was thrown at both me and Purna! It was seahorse tattoo was put on Bujji left butt cheek! Watching that view was amazing and had given Purna and me a kick and thrill to our fuck session. As we spent an hour or so just exploring our bodies with each other is when I pulled Bujji’s Panty down and went down kissing from navel area to lower side and the smell of Bujji’s cunt was amazing!! Honeysuckle: As I went down and started doing honeysuckle Bujji was shivering with ecstasy and her body was responding with my tongue touching her clit and making passionate sounds! After Bujji had few orgasms she is ready for a fuck session!

We have changed positions and Purna slept on the bed and Bujji is in Doggy position and I am behind bujji and her Vagina got juiced up already giving me a smooth entry in to her!! I kept on ramming her and Buijji started to suck Purna’s dick and its double pleasure for Bujji!! It was my stamina that kept me going for longer time and another half hour went by Bujji Vagina got dried up and I stopped fucking her and got some water as we tried to lubricate Bujji Vagina. Time was 2:30 AM and it seems like Bujji muglalisahidi.com is half asleep and slept between us. I could not get a release but was happy that the time went and when Bujji asked me what time we started doing this I told her around 11:30 PM. Our love making session went for 3 hours!!

We slept through the night and Bujji slept between us after a few hours around 5:30AM I started to explore Buijji’s body and Purna woke up as well we started another round. Its Purna who decide to fuck Bujji into her ass!! as he applied vaseline around ass area for smooth penetration! Bujji’s face is very close to me and I could see that it’s hurting bujji but she did let Purna to insert his dick into her ass. It was little difficult for Purna and after few attempts he stopped doing it. We changes positions again this time I am alone fucking her and I did see Vaseline as I was fucking and I inserted my index finger into her ass while fucking and Bujji got surprised and looked at me! I took my finger out and it was that moment I felt ecstatic and got my sperm bursted in to Bujji cunt. What a fuck session that was!!

I just could not sleep after that for some reason and I kept on drinking more water as I do not want to get dehydrated. I told Bujji and Purna I want to go for a walk and they want to join with me as well. We went out and sunshine was welcoming us and we walked around the shore for 10 minutes and Purna and Bujji are enjoying taking pictures I was just enjoying nature and its pleasantness. After 15 minutes I was very hungry and went on to eat my breakfast and Bujji and Purna joined me and ordered coffee. Purna want to get and get dressed up for big day to travel to see the beautiful side of Araku valley and I told Purna that you get freshed up and we will come in 10 minutes. I was just talking to bujji and assuming Purna will come and join us for breakfast it seems Purna was expecting us in 10 minutes and got frustrated as he did not see us for another 20 minutes or so and by the time we went back to hotel room and there is Purna who is upset and want to get back and I realized that Purna is very possessive of Bujji and of course he is her husband and has every right to be I told them that I will be back in 10 minutes. In the meanwhile I looked at travel and hired Innova to go for a day trip.

By the time come back to room it seems Purna kind of calmed down and we all travelled for the day and on the way Purna decided to have a drink and we went deep into one of the small town to purchase liquor and just could not drink there as the environment is not that suitable and by the time we reached Araku Valley we both took a peg each and started walking and Purna went back to get one more peg! As we walked around Valley with lot of people around! We are done watching and on the way back we stopped at a local restaurant and Bujji and Purna loved that food as its got good spice in it and I was ok to eat but did not like environment but I don’t want to be disrespectful to them. On the way back they stopped at few places and asked me to join them and told them that I will sleep and you guys go watch and come back and they did. On the way back Bujji asked questions and driver was explaining her patiently! Purna and I were sleeping in the back seat!

Once we reached back to hotel and freshened up this time we bought full bottle of whisky and had two pegs each and went to the dancing room and surprisingly there is no one to dance and so for few minutes I did dance with Bujji and Purna came to dance with bujji after a minute and we all went back to hotel room and so we started our third session and having alcohol in our bodies helping us to loosen ourselves and touching and feeling body sensations! When Purna got excited and he began to embrace both me and Bujji and for a second I felt weird of him touching me but also unknowingly felt a tingling sensation giving me a thought of being “bi curious?” and I did the same to Purna for once to see how it is and there is no response from him but its funny to feel that way because Purna and myself are both straight!

We started again the same pose and Bujji started sucking Purna’s dick and massaging his balls and I am behind Bujji and started fucking and I felt so good and Bujji cunt oozing love juices giving me a perfect tingling sensation as I keep fucking!! After all this fucking marathon all three of us slept good and got up little late in the morning and we did a 1 kilometer walk across the beach and had our breakfast outside and took auto to come back to hotel. We exchanged our pictures and I was looking for one last fucking session and it did not happen as we were out of time! There was a sign language Bujji and I were following and we respected Purna for providing us such a wonderful opportunity and a beauty like Bujji deserved to be pampered, cuddled and ultimately fucked by two guys! Our first threesome was awesome!!