You come out of nowhere, like a tiger hidden from sight, seen only when he wants to be seen. Spying your prey you move in for the kill. Medium height, long silky brown hair, a tight shirt and even tighter skirt. Oh yes, she is the one. Slyly and smoothly you slip up behind her and start to move with her. She turns to you and meets your eyes. With your dark and dangerous looks and short sexy black hair, you could charm any girl out of her pants with just one look. Quickly, you fall into beautiful synchronization with each other.

After a while, you look around and see that everyone is distracted by their partner or multiple partners and smile slowly to yourself. You start running your hands over her body slowly, every now and then slipping your thumb or finger under the skin tight edge of her skirt. She laughs and spins around so her back is to you and you wrap one arm around her stomach and pull her tightly against your front. You bury your face in her hair and place light kissed on the sensitive bend at the base of her neck while your free hand runs down one of her thighs. Her head tilts to the side to allow greater access and lifts her arms to run her fingers through your hair. You slide your fingers down to the inside of her thigh and slowly trek back up her leg.

Her legs squeeze together slightly at the light tickle of your fingers as your hand reaches samsun escort the bottom of her skirt. As you trail feather light kisses over her jaw you slip your hand up her skirt and brush her panties and you can feel her legs shake slightly at you touch. You slowly pull her shorter than should be legal skirt up her leg and cup her mound, feeling slight dampness in her panties. As you press the palm of your hand against her mound, your other arm, the one holding her tight against you, slides up her stomach, brushing ever so lightly over her breast, and cups her chin, turning her head towards you and allowing you to take her mouth in a hot and all-consuming kiss. Her hands grip the sides of your head and you can feel her moan but know that no one heard it over the loud pounding music.

As the pulse of the music beats faster, you pull the smooth and very damp silk of her panties to the side and run your finger over her slit. Slowly, smoothly, you slip one finger into her. You feel her body tense at the invasion and her fingers dig into your scalp. In time to the beat of the music, you push your finger in and out of her, and when the beat shifts slightly you add a finger. When you have three fingers pushed deep inside her soaking pussy, you run your thumb over her lips and find her sweet sensitive clit. As you press down and roll escort samsun over it, you feel her tighten and shudder and hear her moan and you smile, knowing she came in the middle of a dance floor.

You pull your fingers from her pussy and, releasing from the kiss, slide your soaking fingers over her lips, a deep, husky “suck” breaths from your lips into her ear and she sucks your fingers clean. You both moan in approval and she drops her head back on your shoulder. As she moves to the slow pulsing beat, she allows you to hold her up. You slide both your arms down around her waist and dance for a few moments. Slowly, so as not to catch any ones unwanted attention, you unwrap your arms grab the hem of her skirt and slide it up until the back slips up over her butt. She inhales at the sudden exposure but doesn’t object. You pull a small pocket knife from your jeans and quickly cut through her panties and pull them off. She looks up at you with curiosity and you lean down to kiss her. You cup the sweet and perfectly smooth cheeks of her butt and pull them gently apart.

Grabbing her hips, you pull her naked ass back against your jean clad erection and feel her grind lightly against you. You reach around and grab one of her hands and place it on your growing cock. You place your hand back on her hip as she gently squeeze and samsun escort bayan rubs your pulsing erection. After a few moments you unzip your jeans and the top button and hear her slight gasp as your cock pops out into her hand. For a few minutes you grit your teeth against her gentle yet skilled hand as it glides from tip to base and teases the tip. As you feel yourself get close to exploding, you pull her hand away and quickly line it up with her dripping hole. She gasps and grabs your wrists. Gripping her hips tightly, you thrust deep and hard into her pussy.

As she opens her mouth to scream, you quickly cover it with your hand, stifling her cry. You allow only a second for her to adjust to you then begin to grind and pound into her to the beat that seemingly pulsates up from the floor. The blessed darkness of the dance floor and the sheer number of people dancing in provocative and alcohol-fueled hazes shield you both from unnecessary attention. In a quick few minutes, you both cum hard. As she sags against you for a second time, you kiss her gently on the head and pull out of her.

Grabbing her ruined panties you quickly wipe off what you can then zip up. You pull her skirt back down and kiss her once more on her neck. “Mmm looking forward to seeing you next weekend. I’ll have a replacement for these for you” you whisper, holding her soiled, bundled up panties up for her to see. And with a small gentle breath on her neck, you disappear into the crowed as quickly as you appeared.

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This continues the account of the of five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike’s fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in “Cross-Country with My Uncle,” and continued by “Alice, My Uncle, and Me,” day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and “My Uncle’s Bachelor Party,” parts 1 and 2, wherein Jeff, Mike’s old college roommate and lover, is introduced.

About 5.45 am, I swam into consciousness, and in the early dawn light I gazed with affection and interest (in lieu of jealousy) at Jeff, poised on his hands and knees above Mike’s big body, gently kissing Mike’s big chest in a dozen places, and then slowly making his way down the trail of hair on the midline of his trunk, in the early morning light seeming dark rather than blond (as I knew it to be), as he bestowed another hundred kisses on Mike’s abs and belly. Now on his knees between Mike’s legs, he began a new fellation, and once again Mike placed his big hands gently on Jeff’s head. Lying there quietly, I wondered how many other things they’d done in the night, while I slumbered; and then, casting the question more broadly, how many times in the last years they had pleasured each other. And then I wondered, how they artvin escort had come to be intimate in the first place.

I watched in fascination. Jeff had, it seemed, dozens of ways of kissing, sucking, licking his old partner. It was beautiful. Though I hadn’t moved a (voluntary) muscle, naturally I was absolutely rock hard.

Glancing over at me, Mike smiled, and quietly said, “You’re awake, aren’t you?” I nodded slightly.

Jeff suspended his lovemaking to Mike just long enough to say, kindly, “You’re next. I’ll be with you soon.”

But he was entirely unhurried. It was an intense pleasure to watch Jeff use his practiced arts upon my uncle, and it was, by the clock, 40 minutes more before he brought Mike to rapturous conclusion, causing his big body to convulse once, and then again, as he filled Jeff’s mouth with seed.

Mike may have been temporarily exhausted, but Jeff was not. He told me to lie alongside my uncle, so that Mike’s left arm and leg legs were touching my right arm and leg. Jeff knelt on my left side, and began softly kissing and stroking my chest, and then belly, and then thighs, and then calves, and finally my feet. As he systematically reversed himself, and moved back up my calves and thighs, here and there he gently escort artvin tugged at my prolific golden hair, and on my belly. He ruffled through the fine golden hair on my chest that would give way soon (I was almost certain) to a thick mat like my uncle’s.

Mike rolled over onto his side to get a better look, and studied Jeff as he began kissing my impossibly rigid big cock, and eventually took the head into his mouth, and with his tongue worked a kind of magic there. Repositioning himself between my legs, he knelt and used his hands and mouth in amazing ways. With his left hand, he cupped my balls – they would have been too large for anyone with a normal sized hand, but Jeff’s, like Mike’s and mine, was big. And with the fingertips of his right hand, he traced paths along the veins of my shaft, and teased along the well-defined rim of my glans, and then again introduced my cock into his mouth.

With the tips of my fingers I gently caressed the face between my thighs, especially Jeff’s cheeks and chin, now bristling with stubble, and in return he gazed up at me in a very friendly fashion. When our eyes met, I felt nothing but affection for him, intermixed with not the slightest tincture of jealousy. And through my head ran the classic line that Dinah Washington artvin escort bayan made so famous, “What a difference a day makes!” I could hardly believe that 24 hours ago I thought I hated and feared this man.

I was fighting against the testosterone rush of early morning, and besides, I was an 18-year-old, just swimming in it. I know that I could have sustained a slow and easy attack. And as my uncle had told Jeff last night, when it came to others I always tried to be as considerate as I could. But Jeff took mercy on me and did not drag out this early morning workout for more than 20 minutes, and his conclusion was manual, and maximally intense. I came in huge gouts of cum, all over my chest and even face, amazing myself after the kind of experience I’d had in the last 24 hours.

As soon as I was done, Jeff, still kneeling wide-kneed between my legs, caressed his own hairy chest and belly with his left hand, and took his own big cock into his right hand. I reached under his hand and cupped his balls in my palm. He put on a fine show, for his cock was extremely beautiful. He had lubed his hand, and his strokes were tight and slippery, and as each millimeter of his phallus disappeared into his palm (or reappeared from his palm) it was easy to impute the intense pleasure that he was giving himself.

But he worked more or less steadily, as he gazed down on me; and it was only a matter of a few minutes before he lay his own thick line of cum onto my midsection. With that I felt still an additional link of friendship had been forged between us.

We had a busy day in store for us.

Hospitals are supposed to be fuckin’ boring, but not the one I went to! I got stuff-all rest when I was there, not that I mind. I hate being stuck in a bed and being helped to the fuckin’ toilet every time I want to take a slash.

When the ambulance first took me there it was like a fuckin’ circus, only no one was clowning around. The cops were crawling all over me and asking me all sorts of fuckin’ questions. I told them that I knew nothing and had no fuckin’ idea who the hell kidnapped me. The blindfold was in one of their evidence bags to prove my story.

The dweeb Scott came through too, not that he dared go against what I told him. When the cops questioned him, he made up some bullshit about going to the house ‘cause it was deserted and supposed to be haunted and he wanted to see if he could meet the ghost, and that’s how he found me.

Scott came to visit me every day too. I couldn’t get rid of the fucker. He brought be fuckin’ flowers – typical pansy – and car & skate mags to read…but more importantly, he kept me up to date on what was happening too. It’s almost a pity that he’s such a dweeby little faggot. He’s helped me out a couple of times now so I reckon he’d make an okay mate if he was more of a real man.

Anyway, he told me stuff like all six of those fuckers who put me in hospital were running scared, making sure they were never alone and all that shit.

The faggot who was really gonna be dead meat – the one who broke my left arm and my ribs – was really freaking. I found out the cunt’s name was Colin and filed it away in my memory, so I knew it when I struck back. Scott told me Colin was turning totally insane with paranoia – freaking out at every noise, bursting into tears all the time, not showing up for school. I couldn’t help but smile at that ‘cause the little shit knew I was coming after him the hardest.

The first few days in hospital, I couldn’t even get out of bed. The quacks said I had some internal bleeding and stuff, but they fixed it all up and told me that I had to stay in the hospital for at least a week for observation. I had a private room ‘cause my dad’s got the proper health cover and stuff, and I thought I was gonna be bored shitless even though I was gonna use that time in hospital to plan exactly how to fix the cunts the put me there.. But between the fuckin’ pigs and Scott and doctors and friends, I was starting to wish that I was fuckin’ bored.

And then there was Nurse Nancy.

Fuckin’ Nurse Nancy, man! Not his real name, just what I called him behind his back. He was a huge mother-fucker! Talk about the Incredible Hulk! Arms like fuckin’ logs, pecs so huge they looked like mountains, and legs as thick as fuckin condos. He was all muscle, with veins sticking out everywhere. A total steroid junkie.

The first time he walked in, I swear I could feel the floor fuckin’ shaking underneath him. He came up to me and asked if I needed anything, and man, did I nearly wet myself laughing! He had this squeaky fuckin’ voice like his balls had been cut off before puberty and he was as camp as a row of fuckin’ tents! I thought someone looking that tough had to be straight, man, but no bull – he was 100% faggot through and through!

I could tell he liked me right away ‘cause he kept looking up and down over my body when he was talking to me. With my ribs broken, I wasn’t wearing a shirt, see? And the bandages were only covering my stomach, so he could check out my pecs and see the definition in my arms too. He’d fuckin’ lick his lips when he looked at me and try to be all professional and stuff, but it was so fuckin’ obvious what he was thinking.

It was his job to take me to the crapper and help me out when I needed a shower and stuff and I knew he was hanging to do it, waiting for me to flop my cock out in front of him, or to kneel down and peel off my pants so he could sniff my arse. Fags are always sick like that, wanting a piece of me whenever they can.

So the first time he helped me to the toilet, I pretended like I couldn’t get my cock out with just one hand. It was really obvious, but I wanted him to know that I was lying to see what he’d do. Sure enough, he reached in and grabbed in, pulling it out for me. It elazığ escort bayan was growing hard and started to jump up and down already, so I told him that suddenly I didn’t need to use the loo any more.

The fag looked at me and smiled and said, “Do you want me to help you get rid of the blockage?” and he started stroking me with two fingers before I could answer. I smiled back at him and turned around to face him, so he wrapped his massive fuckin’ palm around it and started stroking me full-on.

I remember throwing my head back and groaning a bit, though it was really to stop the cunt from trying to kiss me. There was no way I was gonna let a faggot stick his tongue down my throat! All of a sudden though, I felt his lips wrapping around my dick, and I looked down to see him kneeling there, sucking me off and looking up at me for my reaction.

“Yeah,” I said to him, grabbing his hair and holding him down there. He sucked harder, swallowing the whole length of my shaft and poking at it with his tongue.

“Harder,” I said, and squeezed tighter on his hair, pushing his head back and forth, faster and faster til I blew my load in his mouth. I felt my knees buckling as I came and he grabbed me around the waist to stop me from falling, then got up and spat the cum into the toilet boil. After rinsing his mouth out at the tap, he turned around to look at me.

“Like that?” he asked me.

“It was okay,” I shrugged, playing it cool. “Next time though, I’ll tell you how to do it better.”

The next time happened the next day, then nearly every day after that. Each time, he took me into the bathroom and I made him strip off first and wank himself off in front of me. He thought it was ‘cause it made me get horny, but I just wanted to make sure he didn’t try sticking in filthy prick into my mouth. He tried kissing me a few times too, but I told him I didn’t do that shit, so he ran his mouth all over my neck and chest instead, licking and sucking where I told him to like a fuckin’ slave boy – another one of my pussy little faggot pets. Once he even let me fuck him up the arse and I rammed him so hard that he made me stop. Normally I would have whacked the cunt for pulling away, but shoving my dick into him like that hurt my fuckin’ broken ribs anyway, so I let him get away with it and made him suck me off again instead.

I was getting stronger every day and near the end of the first week, the quacks said I could go home in a few days. But the day before I was gonna leave the hospital, the shit hit the fan again.

I was lying in bed, dozing this night. It was maybe 11 pm or something like that, when I woke up from the light coming in as the door opened. I couldn’t see who it was in the dark, but suddenly the guy was beside my bed and shoving a pillow over my face.

“I won’t let you kill me!” the fucker said and I knew it was Colin. I couldn’t breathe with the pillow pressed into my face and with one hand in a cast and my ribs killing me, I couldn’t pull it off. I started kicking out, my face going all red from lack of oxygen, but the cunt kept the pillow there, pushing down with his body weight.

I lashed out with my good arm and managed to hit the fucker on the shoulder. It wasn’t that hard a hit, but he was a real pussy and it was enough to make him let go with that hand. I grabbed the pillow and yanked it out of his other hand, throwing on the floor. My ribs were on fire now from all the struggling, but as I reached up to grab the cunts face, he brought his fist down in my side, hitting my broken ribs. I screamed in pain, the whole world turning fuckin’ white from it.

The cunt jumped up onto the bed and pinned my arms under his knees, grabbing me around the throat with both hands. I gagged, my feet kicking out, my whole body throbbing so badly I couldn’t think straight.

I could see his face above mine and he was like a wild animal, totally out of his mind and scared shitless, but he was getting more and more blurry and my lungs felt like they were gonna burst.

“I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you kill me,” he kept saying over and over again like a nutter. And then suddenly he was off me and there were elazığ escort people all around. I could hear voices far away but somewhere near the bed, and I was gasping for air and rolling over on my side holding my ribs. When I yelled out before, someone must have come in to check on me, and now they were putting an oxygen mask on my face to help me breathe and trying to unbandage me to check my ribs.

I found out later that Colin really had gone mad. He’d been so fuckin’ scared of me because of what he did, that his pussy little brain had snapped. The cops told me later that he was put in a mental home or something ‘cause after they took him away he just went really quiet and kept saying “I’m gonna die” over and over and not talking to anyone but himself. Scott said that when he visited Colin in the loony bin, he was in a padded cell, just sitting there and rocking back and forth like he was autistic. Serves the fucker right. If I ever get my hands on him, his new fuckin’ home would be a coffin now.

My ribs were broken again in different places because of where the cunt had punched me, so I had to stay in hospital another couple of weeks. The cops hung around heaps, inside and outside my room for the first week just in case anyone else tried to kill me. The hospital also gave me a buzzer alarm that I could press for any emergency. But nothing else happened like I knew it wouldn’t.

Nurse Nancy fuckin’ freaked when he came in the next day and found out what had happened. He offered to go over to Colin’s house and bash in the heads of the whole family but I told him that the only head bashing I wanted was when my cock bashed the back of his throat.

When I finally got out of hospital, I still had to take it easy ‘cause it hurt so fuckin’ much to move around. And with one arm in a fuckin’ cast and sling, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do anyway.

But once I got back to school, the hunt was on. I made sure each of the five other faggots noticed me watching them constantly. I psyched out the little shits as much as I could. No-one dared say anything to me about being hurt and all, ‘cause by then the fuckin’ rumour mill told them all they wanted to know anyway, but I could see all the other kids watching me carefully, knowing that heads were gonna roll real soon.

Shawn, from the swim centre was first on my list and I finally pinned him down alone in the street one night. I heard he was going to a movie and I waited for him after it finished, hoping he’d walk home alone. The prick was with a group of people though, and just when I was about to give up, they left him and he was all alone.

I stopped him as he walked past the alley I was hiding in. He turned to run, but I called out after him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

He stopped dead, standing a few metres away from me and I could see him looking around for someone else to come by.

“Justin…” he started saying, but I cut him off.

“I don’t want any of your fuckin’ excuses. You’re the lucky one, so get back over here and stop being such a pussy.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” he asked, taking one step towards me.

“I mean you joined in that fucked-up little kidnapping for a reason. Wrong decision, but I liked your motive. You were looking out for your kid brother, trying to get even for when the little shit hurt himself at the swim centre, weren’t you?”

“He…didn’t hurt himself,” Shawn said, trying to be brave, but his voice was all shaky. “You cracked his skull on the side of the pool.”

“The cunt deserved it,” I said, “But it was an accident, anyway. Still, it’s good that you stick up for your bro. I like that. You’ve impressed me, and that ain’t easy to do. Mates and family ought to stick up for each other, so I’m gonna let you off light.”

He smiled and I could see the relief spreading all over his face. He came a bit closer.

“Really?” he asked, almost laughing. “Really? That’s great…I mean…anything. Anything you want. I’ll make it up to you, Justin, I promise.”

“Good,” I said, “’cause I want you to help me with my maths.”

“Maths?” Now he was laughing. Closer escort elazığ again. He was only a few feet away from me now. “Sure! I can help you with your maths. I can come over to your place and go over your homework – be like a private tutor or something! That’s great!”

“No, no, no,” I said, stepping towards him and filling the gap. “What I want, is for you to help me to count.”

“Count?” he said, and I tried not to grin as I saw the smile disappear from his face.

“That’s right. You see, I don’t ever want to see your fuckin’ face again. So I’m gonna count each time I see you. And for each time I see you, I’m gonna bash you in the head. Like now.”

I swung my fist, slamming it into the side of his head and knocking the cunt to the ground.

“That’s ‘one’,” I said. “See how it works? Next time will be two. Then three, then four and so on. I get to practice counting. And if I don’t get to bash you when I see you, then I’ll save it up till I do see you and give you however many counts there are right over your fuckin’ head in one go. One count. One punch.”

And with that, I stepped over the prick and walked away. I never saw the cunt again. He changed schools the next fuckin’ week.

Two down, four to go.

When the cast came off my arm a few weeks later, I started working out as much as I could, building back my strength for my showdown with Fab. He was a tough faggot, so I was leaving him til last to make sure I was in good shape again. My ribs were healing faster and faster, though they gave me trouble for fuckin’ ages. But while I waited for them to heal, I kept on psyching the others out and waiting for a chance to catch them alone. I was real good at playing the waiting game. Patience is one of my strong points, so I wasn’t in any hurry to punish any of the fuckers. Besides, watching them squirm like that was worth the wait, and dragging it out was fuckin’ beautiful!

With Shawn out of the way, they all got extra careful and it didn’t take much to make them freak. Fab tried talking to me a few times, telling me that I should let them alone, let the past be the past and all that other crap, but I told him he was a fuckin’ pussy and how much I couldn’t wait til his turn came around.

It wasn’t long after my cast came off that my next chance arrived. I caught two of the cunts – George and Alan – walking through the park one weekend. They were two of Scott’s pals; two of the pricks who I met in the mall with him that day I bashed Colin.

I nabbed them both, grabbing them around the back of their necks and slamming their heads together, then dragged them into the bushes by their hair. I told them we were gonna play a game called “Bash or Dare” and they chose ‘dare’ just like I knew they would.

Now they’d picked the dare, I told them that they if they didn’t do it, I’d break every fuckin’ bone in their bodies and keep on doing it every time they got out of hospital. They were crying like fuckin’ babies, huddling together against a tree, too scared to move.

I made them both strip off and fuck each other up the arse, then I set their clothes on fire so they were stuck in the park naked. Next, I exaggerated a little and told the cunts that I had twelve bones broken so for the next twelve days they had to meet me in the same place and do the same thing every day. And on the last day, after they’d screwed each other again, I made them punch each other out – one punch each, in turns, till one of them was knocked out.

It was fuckin’ magic seeing them suffer all those days and being stuck without clothes to get home each day. And then to see the pussies beating each other to a pulp, it just rounded off the payback beautifully. By the time George was out cold, neither of them could see ‘cause their eyes and faces were all swollen and bruised.

Four down, two to go.

Last on the list was Scott’s other friend, Glenn and then finally Fab. Glenn was a pissant little faggot who I didn’t give a shit about. I knew once I cornered him, he would be easy enough to deal with. It was Fab that I was excited about though. Our first two confrontations were cool, tough challenges but I’d won both rounds. But it was gonna take a while for my left arm build back its strength and I knew that Fab wouldn’t take it like the others. He’d fight back, ‘cause he was a man like that, even if he was a faggot. And I was looking forward to making him squirm despite his advantage.

Two more to go. And what fun it was gonna be!

To be continued…

Chapter One: London, 1856

He was snoring when I woke. His arm was around me, at waist level, his palm on my pelvis bone, his thumb and two fingers pushed into my pubic bush, holding me close into his side. I had drifted off with him stroking my shaft. He’d been at the point of rolling over on top of me, but I had run my hand through the gray hair of his chest and great belly and down into his pubes and taken hold of him as he had with me, and as I stroked him, he had sighed and dozed off. After assuring myself he was asleep, I did as well. I think he was being a bit too ambitious to think he had another ejaculation in him.

He would remember the hour spent as a pleasurable time, well worth the expense, so all was well here. He would remember having come twice and making me come as well in cries of passion and praise of his skill, but the second time was more artifice on my part than penile success on his part. His member was more limp than hard the second time when I was riding it, and most of the skill involved was mine on keeping it inside me. And I had not been as truly passionate about either finish as he would recall of the hour we’d spent together—the period he’d called the “fucking hour” when we’d come up to this bedchamber—to have been.

But he would be back, and that was all that the house master, Percy Blackthorn, would care about.

He was soundly asleep now, having worn himself out. He was in his mid-fifties. He probably didn’t know I knew that, but I did. I knew who he was too and what he was important for in the prime minister’s party. What was important here, in the bedroom, was that he was past fifty and had overindulged in life. So, it was understandable that his efforts in bed might have tired him out.

I carefully lifted his heavy arm—everything about him was heavy. I’d had to coax him onto his back and ride him to keep him from crushing me—and wormed my way out from within his embrace. I rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed and looked at my pocket watch on the stand next to the bed, by the chamber pot. His time was up. I could leave. And I didn’t have much more than an hour before Sir Sydney’s carriage would be here for me.

I looked down at the man, a tower of importance in the current government, a man who commanded full attention when speaking on national policy. He was just a fifty-year-old, out-of-shape client by the hour to me as he lay there, exhausted in sleep. I wondered if he ever had been young and handsome and stirred the heart of another man. Had he been seduced and deflowered and initiated into sex with men by someone who desired his body? To me he was only a big belly and an undersized dick inside me for a few minutes, someone I had to praise for nonexistent skill, and a club patron who put food in front of me and a roof over my head. Still, he wasn’t rough; he didn’t tax me, or stretch me, or beat me. And he didn’t try to use the full hour. So, he was one of my favorite clients. If he offered to buy me from this house and set me up to service his needs solely, I probably would say yes. Other young men I had known had done that willingly for men far uglier and fatter than this one.

The door to the corridor opened silently and Calvin, the dresser, peeked around the edge. He knew the time was up, as well, and that I would have to bathe and dress again before the carriage arrived. Calvin would have been pacing around for the last ten minutes, everything in preparation, wondering if I would make the time or if Lord Harnett would demand more time.

Lord Harnett snorted in his sleep and reached out for me. His eyes were closed, though, and I managed to rise from the bed before he’d touched me. It would have been awkward if he had wanted to do it again. He was too important to say no to, but I didn’t really have the time for it and I was quite sure he didn’t have the stamina to manage another erection so soon. I was his favorite because I made him climax and I cried out in passion when he did so. If I failed to do that, he would probably stop asking for me.

I reached out to the chair by the bed and retrieved my blue silk robe that complemented my eyes and my nearly platinum hair so well. Standing, I shrugged it on around my lithe, naked body and padded to the door.

Out in the corridor, Calvin whispered to me, “Your bath is hot, but it will not be so for long. I will lay out your clothes while you bathe. What do you prefer for underdrawers—the silk or the linen?”

“I think neither for this assignation,” I whispered back. We grinned at each other and Calvin headed for my private bedchamber in the attic and I headed for the waiting bath. I lost my grin, though, as soon as Calvin turned away from me. An assignation with Sir Sydney was not an engagement to grin about. Unlike Lord Harnett, he could be a cruel dominator and his cock was taxing. Like Lord Harnett, though, he was much too important a client of the house to shrink from. One thing I knew, however. He was an impatient man. ordu escort Unnecessary layers of clothing were just an irritating impediment to him.

* * * *

“Hurry up, Ross. He’s here. His carriage is here, outside already. You’re keeping him waiting.” Percy was hissing at me from the foyer as I descended the stairs.

“What is the concern? So, his carriage is here,” I said, nonchalantly, as I pointedly did not hurry and adjusted my wrist cuff studs as I came down the stair treads.

“No, you don’t understand,” Percy hissed. “He’s here himself. In the carriage. Sir Sydney.”

“Himself?” I asked. “How extraordinary. Why did he not just send the carriage for me?”

“Who knows? He’s here himself. Look lively now.”

I put on a smile as I descended the Marble Crescent townhouse steps of the marble-faced townhouse set in the quite fashionable London curve of townhouses, just one of several identical row houses that few would have identified as a high-class male whorehouse.

“Sir Sydney. Such a privilege,” I said, retaining my smile, as I climbed into his open carriage. “You came to fetch me yourself. I am touched.”

“You most certainly will be touched,” the man said, with a snort. “I fancied a bit of special sport today.”

I could only imagine what that entailed as I sank back into the cushioned seat beside him and the driver flicked his whip over the heads of the two horses and the carriage started off. Looking at the whip, I shuddered, remembrances of Sir Sydney’s particular desires rising in my mind. I had no illusions that this assignation would be an easy one.

We were headed off toward his country house, Merton Hall, near Henley-on-Thames, I knew. Cambridge and Oxford were initiating what was planned as an annual regatta on the river, and Sir Sydney and his wife had withdrawn to the country for that. He had been booked for a session with me and normally would have availed himself of that appointment here, at the Marble Crescent men’s club, where there was a chamber in the basement that suited his preferences. But, thanks to the regatta, I was going to get an outing in the country.

Sir Sydney was a complex man. To the world, he was a brilliant young barrister, rich and uncommonly handsome. He was a man on the move, seen as highly capable and a paragon of virtue. He was also a leading light in a movement to support social services for all and to uphold the welfare of all. He was a prominent figure in the church. He had brought wealth to his marriage with the daughter of an earl. She had come with greater wealth. There was talk of a promising future in politics.

He was, indeed, a handsome man, but much the chameleon. His dark, strong-featured looks could be seen as open and manly in the light of the day, but in the light I often saw him, I could see the wolfish venality in the man, with a streak of cruelty and egotistical selfishness. What could be seen as confidence and persistence in his law circles could easily turn to domination and sadism in the confines of the bedchamber.

The carriage took a route out to the west of the town and up the banks of the Thames, but it seemed to move from one driving park to the other, with Sir Sydney taking time to pause with riders out for exercise at nearly every turn to engage in small conversation.

One such rider, a tall, beefy, yet distinguished-looking and commanding, man of his late forties, with a florid, robust countenance, pulled to the side of the carriage. The man duffed his hat and nodded to my carriage companion. “Sir Sydney,” he said.

“Lord Dinwiddie,” Sir Sydney answered. “Fine day for a ride, in carriage or on horseback, is it not?”

“Yes, it is,” Dinwiddie said to Sydney, although his eyes had settled on me. “I see you have young and handsome company for your carriage ride, although I am surprised not to see you astride a horse.”

“We are on our way up the Thames. I want to see the regatta between Cambridge and Oxford. This is Ross”—he gave no other introduction—”who I have invited to the country. But we’ll leave the carriage at Merton Hall, and we will find time to ride astride there.”

“Ah, are you a good rider, Ross?” Dinwiddie asked, looking straight at me.

I opened my mouth, not sure of what to say that would serve this double entendre discussion, but Sir Sydney answered for me. “He is a rider of great stamina. He is an excellent rider—a professional. Once mounted in the saddle, he can stay the course no matter how taxing the ride is. I am surprised to see you here today, though. Haven’t you an assignment in India?”

“Yes, indeed, the natives down there seem a bit restless, and the Foreign Office is sending me out to aid the East India Company in unruffling the feathers of this maharaja and that one. Some ends to tie up here before I leave and then I set sail for paradise again.”

We parted then, with Dinwiddie giving me a broad smile, remarking, “Perhaps we can go riding someday, ordu escort bayan as well,” to me, dipping his hat again to Sir Sydney, and cantering off. I had not been fully introduced, but that hadn’t seemed necessary. I felt I’d been undressed and pawed over. The two men understood exactly what I was present to provide, and Dinwiddie had signaled his own interest.

“Silly prig,” Sir Sydney muttered under his breath as the robust, ruddy-featured man rode off. “He calls himself Dinwiddie. Others refer to him as Dimwitty. He seems to have had your number though without my giving many hints. Is he one of your clients? Does he fuck you? And, if so, is he good? He does enjoy a certain reputation with young men.”

“No, I had never met him before,” I answered. “I know of him, of course, in passing, but he doesn’t attend the Marble Crescent house—that I know of.” What I did think, though, was that, between Sir Sydney and Lord Dinwiddie, it wasn’t Dinwiddie who was dim. And I had lied about never having met him before. But then men in my business do not discuss their male acquaintances with other men.

The carriage moved farther into the countryside and now, although Sir Sydney occasionally lifted his hat and greeted those on horseback or in carriages as we rolled by, we rarely were stopping to chat. Instead, Sir Sydney was turned to me and was fondling me, letting his hands glide across my body and down to my crotch. He had unbuttoned my fly and undone my belt, but he went no further for the moment. When we were alone on the road, he would turn me to him and kiss me on the lips. Other than the kisses, we were hidden from view from those passing by the high sides of the carriage panels.

His hand went inside my trousers and pulled my cock out. He laughed and murmured, “You have surprises, don’t you?” when he discovered I was wearing no undergarments. “Well, I have surprises too. Strip off your trousers and kneel to me.”

Then I understood why he had come with the driver to pick me up. I knew now what his special sport was to be. Slipping off my trousers, I knelt on the floor of the carriage between his spread legs, unseen now by those we were passing, and what I would be doing completely unknown to those Sir Sydney was greeting and waving to as we passed on the road.

I unbuttoned and unbelted him and flared his trousers open. He had a dressing ring in the head of his cock, as I knew he would have. Its ring was attached to the inner material of his left trouser leg to hold his long cock in place and tamed. I unattached that and set about making love to the cock, letting the hard metal of the silver ring clink against my teeth as I sucked his cock. He reclined back into the cushions of the carriage seat, eyes flashing, and waved at friends and associates as we drove out into the countryside and I knelt there, giving his cock deep head.

He had excellent staying power and didn’t give me his ejaculate until we were at the gates of his country home, Merton Hall. The carriage driver drove past the formal gates and farther down the road to the farm entrance. We weren’t going to the hall itself. I wasn’t surprised we weren’t, though. Sir Sidney had told Lord Dinwiddie that his wife would be accompanying him to the Henley regatta, so she must be at the country house.

I had never met her and wasn’t likely to do that anytime soon—even though, amusingly enough—and I’m sure entirely unknown to either Sir Sidney or his wife—she was my half-sister.

Chapter Two: Wentworth Hall, Near Henley-on-Thames

I was stretched out on the bed, wrists and ankles shackled to the four corners of the frame, lying on my belly. My cheek was to the mattress and my view was of Sir Sidney’s foot, the sole pressed into the headboard being used to leverage his thrusts. His other foot was pressed to the headboard on the other side of my head. His hands were grasping my ankles. He was stretched out on top of me, his body reversed on mine. He was inside me, plunging in when he pulled back onto his knees, planted on either side of my torso, and pulling out as he pressed on his feet and stretched out taut on top of me.

It was a new way to fuck to him—not necessarily to me; I think I must have experienced it all in the year I’d been at the Marble Crescent club—but he was ever on the lookout for new ways to take his pleasure with male whores like me. This wasn’t a taxing position for me in terms of what Sir Sydney could—and would—do with me, nor did I think it was the most taxing position he would put me in this afternoon. He wouldn’t have brought me all the way out here to his country house merely for a blow job in his carriage and this bound reverse-body fuck. I knew there would be more—and there would be Jerry too, I was sure, Sir Sydney’s reward to his coachman for aiding him in this adventure.

From the way my head was turned, I could see past Sir Sydney’s foot to where Jerry, tall and bulky and every inch the rough escort ordu Cornwall peasant, stood by the folly chamber door, watching Sir Sydney fucking me and keeping a lookout for anyone who might happen by and discover the master in the folly fucking a young male whore. Jerry’s fat, stubby slug of a cock was outside his trousers fly and he was stroking himself as he leered at us. Sir Sydney had assured him he’d have a turn. I hadn’t been consulted about that, nor did I expect to be consulted. What a club member did with one of the whores during his time with them was up to the club member.

Sir Sydney was grunting and churning his body on top of mine faster, more insistently. This position was fine with me, as long as we were doing sex rather than making love, as the cock didn’t penetrate as deeply as it could in some other positions, so he wasn’t working my core. It was when the cock got in deep and caused me to go soft and spongy for it at my core that I was being touched by a man. When a man reached me there it was where the shell of being a mere whore broke away and I was vulnerable to caring. The reward for the man when that happened was that it stimulated my wall muscles to grab his embedded cock and ripple over him, giving him incredible sensations as he was being milked. He often would just hold at that depth inside me, groaning his pleasure as my channel muscles squeezed and caressed his shaft and we became one in a pleasure that rolled on and on and on—for both of us.

Sir Sydney was doing all of the work; he was the one being exhausted. Eventually, he grunted and tensed and then I felt the wetness of his ejaculation inside me and he rolled off to the side and reached for the glass and liquor bottle on the stand next to the bed. After taking a swig, he swiveled back toward me, leaned over the small of my back, and slapped my buttocks—and then again, harder, listening for, and hearing, my yelp of pain-pleasure.

This is where it was going to get more taxing—and it did.

“Let me see it. Expel it,” he commanded, and I bore down on my channel muscles and pushed some of his cum out of my ass. He laughed and penetrated me with, first, one finger and then two more, digging for the cum his shaft had deposited inside me, pulling it out, smearing it on my buttocks, and then brutally entering me with his fingers again. His fingers taxed my channel as his cock had not done. He found the prostate with them and I writhed and moaned for him.

“Raise your tail,” he commanded. When I had put my knees under me and raised my rump as well as I could against the restraints, he snaked his hand between my legs, squeezed and rolled my balls in their sacs until I was panting and begging him to stop, and then he fisted my cock and roughly milked me to my own ejaculation.

I collapsed on the mattress and panted heavily while he turned and returned to his glass and the liquor bottle.

“That’s what I like about you, Ross,” he said. “You can always play the virgin. No matter how many times I pluck that out of you, you can convince me the next time that I am taking an innocent. Don’t lose that.”

It sounded ominous, but I knew it was true. I knew what my talents with men were and I had no illusions about my worth in this business when I lost that.

After several minutes he moved off the bed and onto a low bench at the foot of the bed on his knees. He bent over the foot of the bed, running his hands up my hips and along my waist to the sides of my chest. He buried his face in my crack and I moaned and raised my buttocks to him as he tongued me deep, pulled away to lick and nip at my butt cheeks, and then buried his face again and ate out my ass. His hands came down and were slapping my butt cheeks rhythmically as he tongued me, and I writhed under him, whispering to him how masterful he was.

Men didn’t usually give this attention to my body. Usually, it was me giving them their pleasure. This was arousing me, and I was being brought into the fuck as a participant rather than just a vessel to sheath the man’s cock and to take his cum. With Sir Sydney, though, I knew it was all a false sensation of his regard for my pleasure. I knew that it would all end with the whip.

Sir Sydney came up onto the bed on his knees, running his thighs under mine and lifting and spreading mine. He grasped my waist between his hands, positioned his cock head at my hole, and thrust inside me. The power of his thrusts nearly lifted me off the bed. I involuntarily cried out as his cock spread me and plunged deeper and deeper.

“Yes, yes!” I cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

He did. His tonguing had opened me to him and had hardened and lengthened him as well. He was fucking me in my soft, spongy core. I melded with him, merging with the rhythm of his thrusts, and for several minutes we were one, coordinated fucking machine, giving and taking equally, both striving for the same goal and, eventually, achieving it in a near simultaneous mutual ejaculation.

Leaving me panting and moaning, having achieved a height of sexual satisfaction that was at the base of why I had become what I had, and that I rarely achieved with a client, Sir Sydney returned to his drink. He spoke to Jerry now, who had received his own climax with us.

Author’s note:

This is a follow-on story from Cougar Adventures and a few of the characters from my original story make an appearance again.

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Cougar Games

Part I

Mrs Jones got married, darlings! You didn’t think it would ever happen did you?

Well, my new husband is sixty-five years old. Yes sixty-five. Oh, don’t look so shocked. His name is Robert and he was my gardener!

It turns out that Robert is stinking rich. Isn’t it just delightful how an ordinary person roaming in your midst is actually a secret millionaire? Well, once I found out this news, of course I said yes. We all want to be a kept woman, don’t we?

Robert is well aware of my preference for younger men and in fact has offered to turn a blind eye to my shenanigans. It also transpires that Robert is gay. He told me in the strictest of confidence. He still hasn’t plucked up courage to share this with his close family and friends, except for his son.

Speaking of son, did I mention that Robert’s son, Jason is an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man? At thirty, I suppose he is a little bit older than the ones I usually train, but my God, he is delicious.

I think Jason got all his good looks from his father. Tall, broad shoulders, strong back and legs. Very blue eyes. When I saw him, I asked myself, “Is it ok to fuck one’s own stepson?” I suppose legally he is my stepson, but in reality, my marriage is only for appearances, so I suppose he isn’t really my step anything, is he?

When I met Jason for the first time, I felt a frisson of excitement and tingling in my pussy. We all know what that means!

Jason himself did not seem immune to my charms. When I reached over to give him an enormous welcome hug, I felt something else that was enormous hit my stomach. My God, I practically wet my panties. It was all I could do not to grind myself against him.

When we parted, he had a look of shock on his face, which I found very endearing. To put the poor boy at ease, I gave him a wink and a gentle squeeze on his strong biceps. Wow, how I’d love those strong arms to pick me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me hard against the wall.

I had to figure out a way to get Jason alone so I could have my wicked way with him. I was positively sure that Robert wouldn’t mind. He was such a good sport.

Part II

My new, wonderful life is now in a huge mansion, with two acres of land in the leafy posh town in the South West of London. We have our own black wrought iron gate and sweeping curved driveway, lined with trees.

Every time I drive through our gates and to our sprawling house, I feel like the queen. The irony that I live with a queen has not passed me by, darling.

How did a gay man ever spawn a delightful, handsome, heterosexual man you may ask? I did put this question to Robert and he sheepishly admitted that he slept with a woman once, just to see what it was like. Georgina was someone he knew from school. They liked each other and she knew he was gay, but was happy for him to experiment with her. Nine months later, out popped Jason.

As I said before, Jason knows that Robert is queer. He is rather indifferent to it all. I mean once you’ve seen your father in a dress, heels and make-up, nothing else can surprise you, can it (this was at the age of four, when Jason walked in on Robert and caught him in his finery). Yes, Robert is gay and enjoys dressing up like a woman. I’m sure there’s a special term for that, but no one likes to be labelled, do they?

So here I now lie, lounging by our outdoor pool, which is double the size of my previous one. Robert is busy tending to the gardens. It is very similar to my life at my old house.

I am enjoying the sun in my itsy bitsy, black bikini, when who should suddenly appear, as if by magic, but my darling son Jason. Oh yes, you’re right, he is not technically my son, but since I have never had children of my own, I do love calling him “son”.

“My darling,” I cooed when I saw him. “Do come and give mummy a kiss.” I waved him over frantically.

He was standing quite far away, at the opposite end of the pool, tall and motionless. His hands were thrust in his jeans. His white t-shirt looked lovely against his tanned skin and dark hair. He looked petulant and moody, which I found quite arousing.

“Come on, what are you dithering for?” I continued to wave at him.

His face was so serious. I needed to inject some fun into his life. His job as a Project Manager in an Engineering company was sucking the life out of him.

I watched him move slowly and cautiously towards me.

“Good morning, Mrs Jones,” he said formally.

“Dear Lord, boy!” I said. “I’m not Mrs Jones anymore and I’ve already told you, you can call me mummy.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re not my mother. We are not related in any shape or form,” he spat out.

I gasped at the hostility, “Goodness me, young man. You are positively rude. If you’re not careful, I’ll give you a damn good spanking. sinop escort Now bend down and give me a kiss.”

Reluctantly and apprehensively, Jason leaned down as though he had been asked to kiss a viper.

His mouth was oh so close to my cheek and at the very last second, I turned my head and his lips landed on mine.

He leapt back as though electrocuted his eyes wide in shock.

“Oops, sorry, dear boy.” I wasn’t sorry at all.

He stormed off in a huff and I admired his perfect buttocks in his tight jeans.

Such a delectable body, but if only I could get it naked and underneath me.

Part III

That evening, during dinner with Robert, we had a serious heart to heart.

“Robert darling, do you think Jason is gay too?” I asked.

He burst out laughing and nearly spat out the piece of chicken that he had been chewing .

“No dear, of course not. What on earth made you think that?”

I couldn’t possibly tell my husband that his son was spurning my advances could I?

“Well, darling he never talks about girls and has never brought a girlfriend home to see us. Does he date, do you think?”

“He’s fine, love. Just a bit shy around women, I think. He’s had a few girlfriends over the years. Trust me, my son is one hundred percent as straight as your hair, after you’ve run your GHD hot irons over them.”

“I do love it when you talk hair and make-up, darling. Shall we have a pamper evening? We can paint each other’s nails and do our make-up together. You need more practice.”

Robert looked over at me with a huge smile and a wink. “Yes, that would be lovely.”

Gosh, it was truly marvelous having my own gay best friend, who also happened to be my husband. I just needed to sort out our son.

Part IV

The very next day, I called Jason,

“Hello darling, it’s me, your mother.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line and I could feel his apprehension through my phone.

Through gritted teeth, I heard him say, “I’ve told you before, you are not my mother. I already have one.”

“There, there now pet, don’t be so hostile,” I said soothingly. “There is nothing wrong with having two mother figures in your life.”

“What do you want, Mrs Jones?” he asked in a rather annoying and sarcastic tone.

“Darling, I wanted to ask if you’d like to come over for lunch this Sunday, with your father and I. We would love to spend more time with you. I can make your favourite – beef casserole.”

“That’s not my favourite,” he replied curtly.

“What is your favourite meal then, poppet? I’ll cook it for you. I’m quite the masterchef you know,” I boasted.

“Beef Wellington,” he answered reluctantly.

“Oh what a coincidence, darling! That is one of my specialities and favourite dishes. We have so much in common already. Come round about midday?”

“Fine. I’m only doing this for dad. I know he likes you a lot and I want to keep the peace,” he said.

“How positively civilised. Thank you for all your efforts, darling. I look forward to seeing you Sunday. Please don’t be late. You know how I love good manners in a young man.”

“I…”

I cut him off and smiled to myself in glee. Let the cougar games begin.

Part V

The week past by in a blur of sunbathing and shopping with Robert. I hadn’t had a decent fuck in over three weeks and I was feeling terribly horny.

Robert, bless him felt awful for me. I do get a bit ratty when I am not serviced regularly and the poor dear was getting the short end of the stick.

At one point, when I yelled at him for brushing my hair too roughly, he even suggested calling an escort agency and helping me choose a nice young man (one for him too). It was oh so temping, but I was holding out for someone more delicious. I didn’t have the heart to tell dear Robert it was his own son I wanted between my legs.

On Sunday, I pulled out all the stops to cook Jason a scrumptious meal. I was rushing around the kitchen like a busy bee; seasoning beef, rolling pastry, slicing apples to make a crumble and rubbing flour to butter for the topping.

Robert kept popping in from the garden to watch me with a delighted smile on his face.

“It makes me so happy, my dear to see you take such a interest in Jason. You are such a good stepmother to him. I am sure he will appreciate all this wonderful food.” He came over and gave me a platonic peck on the cheek.

“Oh my darling man, Jason is the sweetest young boy. I would do anything for him,” I smiled back at my best friend.

Inside I was in a slight turmoil about my ulterior motives, but at the end of the day, a woman cannot control her natural urges, can she?

The table was set, the beef wellington in the oven and I was dressed to the nines in a pretty pale blue summer dress. It had a very low cut top to show my ample cleavage, was nipped in at the waist and flowing just above my knees. It was a beautiful silk number and I thought it matched Jason’s eyes quite beautifully.

“You sinop escort bayan look stunning, dear,” said Robert when he saw me, “if you were my size, I’d ask to borrow that dress,” he winked at me.

I giggled coquettishly and went over to give him a big hug. He really was one of a kind.

The doorbell rang at exactly midday. I do love a young man who was so punctual. I rushed to the door and threw it open, my arms wide for a hug.

Jason stood there, looking so handsome and serious. He made my insides melt.

He was clutching a bunch of dusky pink roses and was standing straight as a pillar.

“These are for you,” he said, thrusting the flowers into my chest.

“Oh, dear boy! I am so pleased to see you. Thank you for the divine flowers. Pink is my absolute favourite colour. This shade matches the exact colour of my nipples,” I said seductively at him and took the flowers.

His jaw dropped and his eyes looked straight at my generous bosom, my creamy cleavage on perfect display.

“Don’t just stand there, come in, come in so I can give you a proper hug.”

I ushered him in and held my arms wide to allow him to step into them.

He looked like a man ready to shoot himself. His face looked quite petrified.

I took matters into my own hands and went in to envelope him in my womanly body. He felt hard all over and I mean all over.

I sighed and closed my eyes enjoying the moment. My hand still holding the roses was on his back, but my other hand snaked down to touch his firm buttock and pull him closer to my warm pussy.

I wanted to stand like that forever, but someone was clearing their throat behind us. I dropped my hands reluctantly and stepped back.

“Hi dad,” said Jason.

Part VI

“Son!” greeted Robert. “Good to see you again! Come and give your old man a hug.”

Jason walked over to his father and gave him a generous hug. I felt quite envious at how demonstrative he was with his dad. If only, he could loosen up for me.

“Look at the beautiful flowers Jason bought me, love. I do adore this pink shade. It reminds me of something quite tasty,” I said looking pointedly at Jason.

The poor boy’s face was starting to turn its own shade of pink and he wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

“Pass them over here. I’ll arrange them in a vase,” said Robert.

We all filtered into the warm kitchen, with the delightful smell of beef wellington in the oven.

“Lunch will be ready very soon, my dears. Why don’t you go and get us all a drink, Jason? You know where everything is.”

I busied myself getting all the food ready, steaming some lovely seasonal vegetables, mashing potato and then slicing the beef wellington.

Meanwhile, Robert had arranged the roses in a pretty vase and Jason had poured us all a glass of white wine. It was all so cosy and I felt warm and tingly all over.

The men helped me carry the food into the dining room and I made sure I was sitting right next to Jason and up close so that our chairs were touching. He was still doing his utmost to ignore me.

As Robert served the food, I turned to Jason and touched his arm, “Darling, how is everything going at work? You don’t talk much about it. Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine, Mrs Jones,” he answered.

“How long have you been there now? Are there any prospects for promotion?” I enquired, ignoring the fact that he had called me ‘Mrs Jones’ again.

“Three years and I was promoted last year.”

Gosh it was like pulling teeth. He was so difficult to talk to.

“Do you like what you do, darling? Is it interesting work?” I tried again to draw him out.

“It’s fine, Mrs Jones,” he repeated again.

A loud clang rang out and we both looked up and saw that Robert had deliberately dropped his knife and fork on his plate. He looked quite angry.

“Listen son, I don’t know why you have such a bad attitude towards Celia here, but I insist you stop calling her Mrs Jones. At the very least, call her by her name or even ‘mother’ is fine with us both. You have been quite rude to her since she became part of our family,” he said passionately.

“It’s alright, darling Robert….”

There was a heavy pause when no one said a single damn thing and it was most awkward. Robert’s speech was quite beautifully delivered and I felt an outpouring of love for this special man.

Jason broke the silence. “You’re right, dad. I do apologise moth…Celia,” he turned to look me straight in the eyes, for the first time that day. His lips were pressed in a tight line.

My word, he had the most vivid, fiery blue eyes. I wanted to drown in them.

I leaned into him, pressing my ample bosom against his arm.

“It’s quite alright, darling. Let bygones be bygones eh? We will soon be the best of friends. I just know it.”

I smiled back at him, giving him my one hundred mega-watt smile that has had many young men quiver in excitement.

His expression however remained quite cautious, escort sinop although I also saw a small spark of something fire up in his eyes. My, my I knew exactly what that spark was and smiled gleefully to myself as we continued our lunch in a comfortable silence.

Part VII

“Egad!” I shouted loudly. I looked with dismay at the wall calendar in the kitchen. Six weeks! Six dreadfully long weeks since I’ve had a good seeing to by a young man. This was the longest dry spell I had every suffered and by God, I was suffering.

Robert came running quickly into the kitchen from the lounge.

“What is it, darling? What happened?” His face was a picture of concern. “You gave me a fright, with your loud wail.”

“Nothing, nothing. I just need a good shag, darling. My insides are drying up from under-use and I’m becoming very irritable, as you know. I can’t bear this celibacy.”

“Oh dear. Can I do anything to help?” he asked kindly.

Yes, I thought. Get your son to give me a good seeing to. But of course I didn’t say that, did I?

“Well darling, you know those two lovely lads who took over some of your gardening, jobs? Liam and Brad? I think I should give one of them a call. I’m desperate for a fuck. You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“No darling, of course not. They are quite fine specimens. I wish they were gay, as I’d like to do them both. Go for it. Just let me know what day they are coming so that I can make myself scarce, alright?”

I walked over to give Robert a huge hug and a kiss. He was just the most generous man. How lucky I was to have snagged him.

In my head, I was playing a game of “Eenie, Meenie, Minie Mo” between Liam and Brad. In the end, Liam won and it was deliberate on my part. He was dark haired like Jason and had blue eyes so I did have an ulterior motive to choosing him. I was going to pretend he was Jason, while he was servicing me.

When I called Liam, he was delighted to hear from me and so he should be. The last time I saw him, I had left him hanging and he has not yet had the repeated delight of filling my pussy with his young cock.

Part VIII

I was literally vibrating with excitement. Dear Robert had left for the whole day and with a wink and a cheeky smile, he had said, “Do everything I would do, darling.”

I waved him off. He was going to spend the day at a spa, getting pampered.

I had dressed up a little bit for Liam. Gone were the g-string bikinis. Liam had only ever seen me in those or naked. I wanted to surprise him by actually wearing some proper clothes.

So today I was wearing a lovely v-neck sweater in pink and a short black, tight skirt. My sweater was also tight and showed off my delightful cleavage. No man could resist these beauties, even if I do say so myself.

I hadn’t bothered with underwear. What was the point, it was all going to come off very soon anyway.

The doorbell rang at exactly 11 a.m. Oh good, he was on time. I always loved a man who was punctual.

“Darling Liam,” I said dramatically, when I opened the door, “what a delight you are to my eyes,” I beamed at him.

Liam stood at the entrance to our manor house, looking slightly nervous. He was still ridiculously handsome and sexy. Today, he was dressed in a well-ironed white shirt and black pants. Strange, I thought to myself. He looked a bit like a waiter, but it was much smarter than his gardening outfit.

“Do come in, darling. Why are you hovering on the threshold?”

“Hello Mrs Jones. It’s lovely to see you again. Um, ah, is Robert around?” he asked, his eyes darting from left to right.

“No silly, he’s gone out for the whole day. Don’t worry about him. He knows you’re here and he’s given us his blessing.”

“Oh, right. Ok,” he said, sounding unconvinced.

“Come on through, let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll get you a drink. You look as though you need loosening up.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway and closed the front door with my hip.

“What do you think of my attire, Liam? More clothing than you’ve ever seen me wear before, eh?” I chuckled.

“Yes, Mrs Jones. You look very nice,” he replied politely while looking at me up and down. His eyes lingered a bit longer on my cleavage, which I liked.

We walked through the hallway into the kitchen and the whole time Liam was looking around our house in wonder.

“This place is amazing, Mrs Jones,” he exclaimed.

“I know. Isn’t it a palace fit for a queen or two?” I winked, “that’s why I married Robert, you know. For the money and the fact that he is my gay best friend.”

“Ugh, um,” stuttered Liam, clearly lost for words.

“Don’t fret, Liam dear. Robert is queer and quite proud of it now he has come out to everyone. We have a marriage of convenience,” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry about anything. I only need you for sex.”

Liam was standing, propped up against the island, in the middle of the kitchen. I started walking towards him like a wild cat stalking her prey.

Liam’s face started to flush. Good grief, he was too adorable. These young men got flustered so easily.

“Listen baby, we both know why you are here,” I said leaning into him and putting my hands on his chest. “Let’s just get to it, shall we? My pussy is hot and throbbing and I desperately need your cock inside it.”

Sasha Marin sat and stared at the six men around him. Each of them were either laughing, drinking beer, or watching some television. They didn’t seem to care much what Sasha was doing, even though he was their prisoner. Then again, the skinny, five foot two brunette was no match for the six muscle bound giants around him.

Sasha Marin was the only son of Vladmir Marin, a member of a Russian terrorist organization that threatened to bomb several cities in several countries. The six men had arrived to arrest Vladmir in his own home, but he managed to escape them with his wife, but he left his only son behind. The men took Sasha to a safe house where the men were celebrating before planning their next move.

Vladmir met Sasha’s mother, Mary Rivers, in the US twenty years ago. Twenty year old Mary was a secretary for a man whom Vladmir was doing business with. The two eventually started hooking up whenever Vladmir would make visits. And after a year, Vladmir found out that Mary was pregnant. Unsure of the situation, Vladmir kept his distance. Sasha was born without his father. Eventually, Vladmir married Mary and brought her and Sasha to Russia. Sasha hated his father. His father abused him from a young age, and his mother was abused too if she ever tried to step in. And if his father knew the truth about what Sasha and his bodyguard did, he would probably kill them both.

Sasha stared back at the men. All of them were still wearing their army fatigues and tags. Throughout his life, he’d learned to be an observer, mostly to avoid beatings from his father. So far, he’d gathered many details about each of the men around him.

The leader was a grey haired man in his mid 40s with brown eyes named Abraham Allen. Allen was easily the biggest of the men, muscle wise. He also had a bushy grey beard. He was married to a woman named Cynthia and had two daughters, Kelly and Grace. He could easily be seen as the leader of the group. Allen had such a commanding presence and a loud, boisterous personality that it was hard not too.

Sitting next to him was his close friend, Armando Martinez. Armando was a large man, only a little shorter than Abraham, and about as muscular. He had these amazing brown eyes and short, black hair that Martinez took some effort in up keeping. Like Allen, he had a beard, only his was black, not gray. He seemed to be around 30 years old. He was also a single man, with no children. Sasha could tell that Martinez was probably Allen’s second in command. He was strong, and he had a good aura around him that made even Sasha relax. Martinez had probably been the nicest to Sasha since they had picked him up.

The third was a man named Peter Fowler. The man kind of reminded Sasha of how he pictured Tarzan. The man was in his late 30s with shoulder length brown hair that he kept in a ponytail. He was toned, but not at the bodybuilder status of the other two. He had blue eyes and a goatee. Fowler was in a poly amorous relationship with two women, Gina and Laurel, and a man named Ryan. He had overheard that Peter loved the outdoors almost as much as he loved sex. Peter seemed to be the horndog of the group who was not adjusting well to a lack of sex now that he no longer was on the base back home.

Sitting next to him was Darnell Chase, an African American gentleman of medium build. He had light brown eyes, no facial hair, and a shaved head. In his late 20s, Darnell was dating a woman named Ellen and they were thinking about getting married. Darnell was the jokester of the group. He would talk and bring everyone to tears, even Sasha. Although, Sasha could tell that there was something behind Darnell’s eyes. He was hiding something traumatic, just like Sasha had been doing for years.

Redhead Jimmy Hutak was the one closest to the door. He didn’t seem to be a part of the team as much as some of the others. He was the shortest and skinniest of the group, although he was still better built Sasha. He had green eyes and was the youngest at about 24 years old. The only reason that he was there is that Abraham happened to be his uncle in law. Jimmy married his niece Deanna, whom he had two children, Joseph and Bradley with, and expecting two twins, a boy and a girl. He seemed distant, having been on the team only a few months compared to the years the others have had to build their brotherhood.

The last man was the one by the refrigerator. His name was Adam Whittmore. He was a tall, fat man, but he had a lot of muscle under it. Adam had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and a matching beard. He was in his early 30s. His eyes were blue, but not as blue as Sasha’s. Adam seemed to enjoy food, which Sasha related too. He was also upset. From what Sasha could gather, it was because of Adam’s breakup with longtime partner Logan. Sasha was not sure of Logan’s gender, but he kind of hoped it was a guy.

Sasha was a horny nineteen year old boy. And after his father moved his bodyguard to a new location a few months ago, Sasha was pissed off. And ever since, he had gone completely without sex. By a stroke of pure luck, there were bingöl escort six strong men in front of him. One of them was bound to be gay. Even if there wasn’t, Sasha was sure that one of them would be sex starved enough to want to ravish him in a bedroom somewhere. He had a plan to figure out who wanted him.

Sasha rose out of his seat and began walking.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Abraham asked.

“I’m just getting a glass of water, I’m parched.” Sasha smiled, making his way to the fridge by Adam. He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. Once filled, Sasha “accidentally” dropped it on the ground. It was plastic so it didn’t shatter.

“Oh come on” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” Sasha said, grabbing a towel. He bent over to clean it up, making sure that his ass was pointed towards all of the men. Sasha had been lucky enough to have a rather large one, it had helped him attract a man or two before now. Once finished, Sasha quickly turned around to see if anyone was staring. He could see Martinez turn his head away quickly.

“Bingo” Sasha smiled to himself. He quickly got another glass of water and sat back down on the couch across from Martinez. He drank his water, noticing the glances Martinez would keep giving him. Sasha knew that he’d have Martinez soon.

The men kept chattering on about their plan to take Sasha’s father down. Sasha listened intently, while still keeping his eyes on Armando.

“If we enter through the underground tunnels under here, we can sneak in and disable the computer.” Allen said.

“But how do we disable it?” Martinez asked.

“Whittmore can break the code.” Allen replied.

“Have you seen their security system? It’s state of the art. I can crack it, but it’ll take a while.” Whittmore said.

“I can crack it.” Sasha said, shock in all of them.

“How do you know?” Allen asked.

“My dad never notices me. I can sneak in and read anything in his study, especially codes.” Sasha smiled.

“And why should we trust you?” Martinez asked.

“Easy, I want to take him down just as much as you. And I want to go home.” Sasha told him.

“Well, we will not be able to make sure you get home to your mansion.” Allen said.

“Not that stupid place. It’s not my real home. I mean New York City, where I was born. I want to go with my mom back to our real family.” Sasha exclaimed.

“We can’t just offer th-” Allen started.

“What if I told you that you are going the wrong way? That your access point leads you to capture. I mean, what kind of base allows tunnels to lead it its most central room? You need to take the ventilation shafts. There is a medium level entrance with one guard. Sneak in, get to the computer, and enter code 112358xiv and boom, crisis averted.” Sasha said.

“Are you sure?” Hutak asked.

“Please, I will do anything to get away from him. He hates me already, but if he knew some things about me, that man would kill me.” Sasha begged.

“I trust him.” Martinez smiled, looking at Sasha.

Sasha’s heart fluttered. Oh yeah, this man was totally into him.

Reluctantly, all the men trusted Sasha. And it was good for them, because Sasha’s information led to the total collapse of Vladmir Marin’s entire operation. The men also made good on their promise and gave Mary and Sasha the ability to leave Russia and go back home. Sasha had been communicating with an aunt, an uncle, and a cousin. He and Mary would stay with them and Sasha attending a local college until they got back on their feet.

However, one last celebration was in order at the safe house. Hutak had been left in charge of watching Sasha, in case he tried to escape. Even though, the though never crossed Sasha’s mind. They both sat around, waiting to see if the others had fared well.

All of a sudden, the door swung open to reveal the five men that Sasha had come to know over the past few days. They were carrying cases of fine alcohol and huge smiles. Each man was still dressed in his fatigues.

“Gather round men, it is time we celebrate.” Allen said.

“I take it that the mission went well.” Sasha smiled.

“Hell yeah. Come here boy, that was some great work.” Allen said, pulling Sasha in for a hug.

“Thanks for that, you saved us from a terrible mistake.” Martinez laughed, winking at Sasha.

Sasha smiled back and grabbed some vodka. He wasn’t American yet, so tonight, he was going to drink.

Martinez and Sasha sat on the couch together alternating between watching the tv and the others. Allen and Hutak were playing a game of cards on the table, while Fowler and Chase were urging Whittmore on to see how many hot dogs he could eat in five minutes.

“That’s so weird.” Sasha said, referring to Whittmore.

“Hah, you should see him with chicken nuggets. You don’t even see them, they are gone that fast.” Martinez laughed.

“I need to go home soon, my mom is probably worried sick. Plus, we need to start getting some stuff together bingöl escort bayan if we are going to NY.” Sasha told him.

“We already contacted your mother. She is packing up as we speak. She told us to tell you that you can stay all night if you want. Just be home by 10 am tomorrow.” Martinez said.

“Do you think I should stay?” Sasha asked.

“I mean, this celebration is more for you. I would like you to stay.” Martinez told him.

“Really?” Sasha asked.

“Yeah” Martinez smiled.

“It’s now or never” Sasha thought to himself. He leaned in to kiss Martinez, just as Martinez did the same.

The two began kissing passionately. Martinez’s large tongue pushed its way into Sasha’s mouth, who gladly let him in. Sasha rubbed his hands all over Martinez’s mountainous muscles. Unfortunately, they had to break for air. Sasha took initiative and climbed on top of Martinez and sat his ass on the man’s crotch. Happily, Martinez pulled Sasha’s head down into another rough kiss.

After pulling up for air again, Sasha leaned into Martinez’s ear.

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” Sasha asked.

“Yes. I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you baby.” Martinez whispered.

“Good, take me there stud.” Sasha smiled.

Hearing this, Martinez stood up. Sasha wrapped his legs around Martinez’s waist and his arms around Martinez’s neck. Sasha’s ass was resting above a large bulge in the pants of his new lover. Martinez carried Sasha through the house and into the nearest bedroom. He kicked the door open and roughly threw Sasha on the bed.

Sasha smiled as Martinez pushed his lips against Sasha’s again. After breaking it off, Martinez pulled Sasha’s shirt off and began kissing his neck and chest. Sasha relished in the tickling feeling of Martinez’s beard, moaning the whole time.

Martinez pulled up and took of his jacket and shirt, revealing his expansive chest. His pecs were covered in a nice fur pelt. On his right arm and pec was a tribal tattoo.

“Oh wow” Sasha said, mouth agape. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thanks baby, I’ve never had any complaints from a guy.” Martinez smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and some lubricant.

“How long have you been planning this?” Sasha giggled.

“Since you showed me that ass of yours.” Martinez smiled, smacking it.

Sasha laughed, grabbing Martinez’s dog tags to pull him into another kiss. Martinez’s hands found their way to Sasha’s ass and squeezed. Sasha ran his hands through the army hat on Martinez’s head.

“Pull it out.” Sasha demanded.

“Tsk tsk, you are getting impatient.” Martinez laughed. He stood up from the bed and opened his fly to reveal his thick 11 inch cock. “I never wear underwear.” He told Sasha.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you don’t. How do you even walk with that? You are so fucking huge.” Sasha marveled.

“You like?” Martinez laughed, flexing.

“Very much so.” Sasha smiled. He made his way over to Martinez’s crotch. He wanted this for so long, and now here it was, right in front of him. Also, Martinez was bigger in every way than any of his other lovers before.

He pulled Martinez’s hard cock out of his pants, letting it bounce. Martinez grabbed his cock, loving the sight of Sasha on his knees, about to be stretched by his fat cock. He smacked Sasha in the face with his cock, causing him to giggle.

“You ready to take this dick, little guy.” Martinez smiled.

Sasha’s only response was to grab Martinez’s dick and to start sucking it. He teased the large head with his tongue, lapping up Martinez’s precum.

“Yummy” Sasha giggled. He placed the dick back in his mouth and began to suck at a slow pace. This teasing pace did not sit well with Martinez.

“Just get to it already.” Martinez said, shoving his dick into Sasha’s throat.

Sasha gagged on the large cock as it hit the back of his throat. Saliva pooled from the side of his mouth as Martinez worked his fat tool in and out at a fast pace.

“Damn baby, I love to hear you gag.” Martinez smiled, thrusting harder.

He ripped his dick out of Sasha’s mouth with awesome force. He slapped Sasha’s face before pulling him into a bruising kiss.

“Bend over.” Martinez demanded.

Sasha quickly obliged, showing Martinez his clothed ass. Martinez roughly pulled down Sasha’s pants and underwear to get to his ass.

“Perfect” Martinez smiled, sticking two of his fingers into Sasha’s mouth. “Lick them” He demanded.

Sasha wetted the two fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of Martinez in his mouth. And once Martinez felt that his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out and stuck them up Sasha’s ass, causing him to let out a loud moan.

Martinez was clearly talented at this part of sex. He used his fingers to stretch out Sasha, even adding a few fingers until all five of them were embedded inside of Sasha. Sasha was getting hot and flustered with Martinez’s fingers inside of him.

“You look so hot, baby. escort bingöl I think you are ready to take it inside you. What do you think?” Martinez asked.

“Please” Sasha begged, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I can’t resist that face.” Martinez smiled, starting to pull down his pants.

“No, keep it all on.” Sasha said.

“I see, you want to get fucked by a true army man.” Martinez laughed.

“Yeah” Sasha smiled.

Martinez pulled Sasha’s ass towards him and began sliding his big cock between Sasha’s large cheeks. After a couple thrusts, he slammed his fat cock inside of Sasha.

“Oh damn, you are fucking tight.” Martinez said. His big cock was stretching Sasha’s anal walls. He closed his eyes in bliss, enjoying the warm heat he was thrusting into.

Sasha was enjoying the fat cock stretching him. He looked up into the mirror on the wall and smiled. He saw that he looked like a wreck, writhing on Martinez. Martinez looked proud and strong, his arms pulling Sasha back and forth along his enormous member. His dog tag was bouncing on his furry pecs. A look of pure bliss was slapped across his strong, handsome face.

“Ungh…faster” Sasha moaned.

“You want that slut? Me to completely ravish you right here?” Martinez asked.

“Please” Sasha begged.

“You asked for it.” Martinez smiled. He increased his thrusts, ruthlessly pounding into the small teen. His humongous balls slapping Sasha’s tight ass. Martinez grabbed Sasha’s hair, pulling his head up, and licking his neck.

This was heaven for Sasha. A rough, strong stud was destroying his asshole. Screw his old body guard, Sasha had an even better man, one that was roughly taking him doggie style.

Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal Allen, Chase, Hutak, Whittmore, and Fowler standing there. Each of them smiled watching Martinez’s rough screwing of Sasha’s tight hole.

“What the hell?!” Sasha exclaimed in surprise.

Martinez smiled, removing his dick from Sasha’s abused hole. The momentum made it swing like a baseball bat.

“Hey men” Martinez smiled.

“I’m glad to see that you are getting some ass.” Allen smiled back.

“He looks absolutely wrecked.” Whittmore said.

“What is going on?” Sasha asked.

“As you probably have realized, Sasha, we are a brotherhood. And one thing that brothers do is share their toys.” Allen responded, with a wicked grin on his face.

“We love gangbanging cute, slutty boys.” Chase grinned.

“Are you okay with this?” Martinez asked.

“Am I okay? Getting six, strong soldier cocks inside me is a new fantasy. I want to realize it now.” Sasha smiled, seductively.

“Good, let’s get ready men.” Allen ordered.

They all began to strip down to their army pants, dog tags, and hat, just like Martinez. At least, they all did except Hutak.

“Hutak, you joining us?” Chase asked.

“I can’t do this to my wife. I’m sorry guys, I can’t do it.” Hutak said.

“Oh come on Hutak, you never complained when the five of us rail your ass. You should be glad I am letting you top tonight.” Allen said.

“Fine” Hutak agreed, stripping down like the others.

Sasha took the time to admire each of the bodies in front of him. Hutak was the smallest of them and completely hairless. His 6 inch cock stood proud and erect. Chase had a light crop of hair on his arms and legs and an 8 inch cock. Whittmore was clean shaven, except for his legs, and he also had an 8 inch cock. Fowler was hairy everywhere. He also had a 9 inch cock. Then their was Allen, easily the largest of them mass wise. And boy, did he not disappoint Sasha out of his clothes. Like Martinez, he had a tattoo along his arm. His chest had a large coating of grey fur that made Sasha drool. But the best part was his 12 inch cock nestled in a dense forest of pubic hair with ginormous balls.

“Wow” Sasha mustered. These men were beautiful. And they were all his.

Sasha did not know where to start first with the men. He stood up and began kissing Allen, who in turn began massaging Sasha’s cheeks. The men watched their display, stroking their hard ons in the excitement of getting a new toy to play with.

“So how is this going to work?” Sasha asked.

“Well, the plan is to have you all night. So, we all want a chance at your ass. But, you have a mouth and two hands, so we can all get a turn at each.” Martinez smiled.

“I want you and Allen in my ass.” Sasha demanded.

Martinez smiled and laid back down on the bed, with Sasha climbing on top of him. Sasha slid back down onto Martinez’s cock, meeting a powerful thrust into his ass.

Allen climbed onto the bed in front of Sasha, stroking his huge, hard cock. Sasha opened his mouth, allowing Allen’s member to slide in. Both men thrusted in and out of both ends of Sasha. Their rough thrusts made it look like they were trying to destroy him.

Fowler climbed up onto the bed and took a place next to Sasha. Sasha reached out and grabbed Fowler’s hairy cock and began striking it and a fast pace, eliciting moans from the larger man.

Sasha pulled Allen’s cock out of his mouth. He began to lick up and down the massive member, teasing the thick head. He eventually moved down to Allen’s large, low hangers. Sasha took them into his mouth one at a time and began to suck, savoring the sweaty taste.

Just a heads up–This is my first post and I hope you like it. If not, then just don’t read. Comments are always appreciated.

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The gyrating bodies and the overly loud music filled the room, mixing with the smell of smoke, sweat, and sex. The lights flashed rhythmically, and I couldn’t stop the slight smile that came to my face, tilting my lip ring with it. The club that I worked at, named Black Out, was probably the best one yet; it was sexy without being skeavy, and even while sex and drugs were offered if you had the right amount of cash in your wallet, nothing ever got out of hand.

“Hey, handsome,” said a voice to my right and I chuckled, immediately recognizing Laura’s voice even when the pumping lyrics playing over the speakers. “I thought you had the night off?”

I turned to the spunky red head and winked. “I couldn’t stay away from that hot body for that long. It was torture,” I teased, and was gave an appreciative grin for the compliment. “Don baled so I took over his shift,” I said truthfully, and Laura nodded.

“Figured. I’m sure he’s gonna get fired soon, anyway, Nix. Did you hear the news?” She had to lean close to shout in my ear, and I got the scent of something sweet, like coconut and some other tropical fruit.

“No, what?”

“The head honcho’s here. Apparently, he actually decided to walk among us mere mortals for a night.” I raised an eyebrow, silently telling her to go on. “Yeah. Apparently, we’ve been getting a bad rap and he wants to make sure it’s just a bunch of crap from our competitors.”

“You shittin’ me? This place is like a fucking haven!” I shook my head. “I bet he’s pissed to all hell.”

“You have no idea. Luckily, besides Jesus being sick off his ass and Don skipping out, it’s been a pretty good night. No fights or overly horny males.” Laura’s eyes suddenly locked on a busty blond across the room, erzurum escort and she licked her lips in hunger. “I’ll talk to you later, Nix. I see some tits just dying to be licked.”

I laughed and gave her a friendly shove. “Be safe,” I said, as usual when Laura spotted her prey and decided to go in for the kill. With a shake of my head, I wondered off upstairs, which was a few rooms sectioned off for employees only. Two bathrooms, male and female, sat off to the right with a slightly larger room for relaxing on break and a mini fridge off to the side if we needed to stash something in it. On the other side of the upstairs was a storage room and an office, the head honcho’s–as Laura referred to him–office, that had sat unused since I had started working as a server.

Rafael Nives, or Rafe, as he’s often called by the higher-ups, had taken a run down, rat infested building and turned it into one of the most successful clubs in the city. Really, from what I had heard, the guy was a complete miracle worker, with the looks and money to boot. I walked into the men’s bathroom, absently wondering what he would look like, since there were no pictures of him and he never showed his face. Tall? Short? Charismatic, of course, and probably a little on the older side.

The door creaked open as I zipped up my jeans and looked over to see some one entering. “Hey,” I said with a frown. “Who the hell’re you?” I asked, realizing this guy didn’t work here. “You’re not supposed to be up here. Go use the john downstairs.”

The man kept coming closer, and I couldn’t even see his features. The black hoodie he wore was pulled on over his head, his face shadowed from me, and the dimly shining lightbulb above didn’t exactly help. Uneasiness settled in the pit of my stomach and I backed away. “I think you should go,” I tried to growl out threateningly, but my voice broke slightly at the end. The man escort erzurum lifted his head, and our eyes locked–his an abnormally bright blue, and he pulled his lips back from his teeth, making an awful noise deep in his throat.

I stared in horror as his canines elongated, saliva dripping from the pointed edges. “Oh, fuck ‘me,'” I groaned as the vampire came closer. “I am so fucking ‘tired’ of you fangers!” He rushed me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back hard, exposing my throat. He buried his head in my neck, and I felt a flash of pain which was followed by a moan that seemed to be wrenched out of me. It felt like he had set fire to my blood, the pain so excruciating that I became paralyzed for a brief moment. Soon, though, I managed to regain control and slid a pencil out of my back pocket, shoving it deep into the leech’s chest.

He gave a terrible, ear-piercing shriek, and I jerked away from him as he fell on the floor, convulsing before he finally lie still. With hesitance, I nudged him with the toe of my boot, but he didn’t move, and I heaved a sigh of relief, deciding to lock the bathroom door behind me and just leave him there. Vampire bodies decomposed a lot quicker than human ones, turning into a dust-like substance within hours.

I whistled as I walked back downstairs, looking for Laura but finding that she was gone. With a grimace, I checked my watch, seeing that my shift was over for the night. I didn’t want to stay another minute, not after getting chewed on, but as I stood to leave, I felt a hand grab my arm. I looked up and scowled, seeing Luke, who was one of Mr. Nives’ closest friends and also the manager.

“What can I do for you, Lukas?” I asked politely, pointedly looking at my watch, then the door.

“Rafe wants a word,” he said grimly, and my stomach sunk around my feet. I followed compliantly, not knowing what else to do and having no erzurum escort bayan where to run. Back up the stairs I had just come down, and across the hall.

Luke knocked on a door and there was a low, gruff, “Come in.”

He pushed open the door before dragging me in with him, and it slammed behind the both of us, causing me to flinch. I looked around the room before I let my eyes fall on the man in the chair. He took my breath away. He was far too rugged to be beautiful, but he certainty wasn’t nearly as old as I was expecting, maybe only twenty-six to my rather young twenty-one. His hair was midnight black and tied into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, a single strand hanging in front of his face. As if to balance it, there was a scar on his other cheek, running from temple to jaw line, and it was obvious that he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. The word ‘gorgeous’ flashed through my mind and I couldn’t help but stick with it–it was the only word that I could apply to this man’s looks. Simply gorgeous.

“Nicolas Hatch. Twenty one years old, lives alone, single. No family to speak of. No close friends. An ex-heroin addict. My, my, you’ve got quite the rap sheet here, ‘Nix.'” For some reason, my nickname coming off of his lips sounded condescending, sarcastic, as if he were mocking me.

I straightened my posture. “The past is the past,” I said with a casualness that I definitely didn’t feel.

“Let’s cut straight to the point, shall we? Just an hour ago, you murdered a colleague of mine.” Rafe’s low voice, telling me these words, made me gape at him.

“Wh-what the hell are you talking about?”

“The vampire. In the bathroom,” Rafe said, seeming to gauge my reaction.

After a moment, it finally sunk in. I knew that Black Out had a lot of vampire clientele, I just didn’t know that one ran it. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! He tried to ‘eat’ me. It was self defense!”

Rafe stood and rubbed his chin. “That may be very well, but you’re still in a lot of trouble. Killing one of our own is punishable by death.” I tensed at his words. “However,” he continued, “I think I have a better proposition.”

“What?” I asked tiredly, suddenly very wary of the fanger in front of me.

“Be my slave.”

It only took a few weeks for our pledge of never being apart again to go by the wayside. I was working at my desk one afternoon when Christina burst through my office door. She was smiling and her beautiful eyes danced with excitement.

“I just finished talking to Alicia on the phone,” she began breathlessly, “and she told me that the Gang of Four is getting together for a weekend of girl fun!”

“The Gang of Four? Who the hell are they?”

“Well,” she smiled, “there’s Alicia . . . and Brooke . . . and Janice. My best friends from college.”

“That’s only three,” I said, stating the obvious. “The fourth wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

“Well, it just might be,” she giggled. “What would you say if it was?”

“I guess I’d say have a good time with the girls,” I laughed. And with that, Christina jumped onto my lap, nearly tipping my chair over. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

She broke the kiss and hurried on to explain the plans for the upcoming weekend. “We’re going to meet in Dallas, rent a hotel room that’s too expensive, eat too much, drink too much, dance too much, and talk too much,” she laughed.

“Just who’s going to be involved in this dancing?” I asked, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

“Oh, mostly just us,” she responded offhandedly. “We’ll just go to a club, listen to some music, and if the mood strikes us, we’ll dance.”

“With each other?” I asked, realizing that I was starting to sound more like her father than her lover.

“Sure,” she said, “girls always dance together. At least the girls my age do.” I wasn’t sure if that last statement was a playful jab at the difference in our ages or a sign of frustration at my questioning. Finally, after a long pause, she looked at me seriously. “Well, it wouldn’t be out of the question for some guys to ask us to dance, either,” her voice trailing off.

With those words, that uneasy sensation in the pit of my stomach began to feel like a big rock. I felt like blurting out, “Hell no, you’re not going. I don’t want some guy dancing with you and god knows what else, when you’ve had too much to drink!” But I knew that reaction would go nowhere with my young, free-spirited girlfriend.

So, instead, I bit my tongue and managed a weak smile. “A guy would have to be crazy not to dance with someone as pretty as you. Just make sure all the dancing is done in the vertical position.”

“Oh, shit,” she huffed. “I’m not going down there to screw someone, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“The only thing I’m implying,” I responded softly, “Is that I’m going to miss you and . . . yes . . . probably worry about you. But not that way. I know you’ll have a great time.”

And with that I pulled her close again and kissed her deeply. Then I kissed her again . . . and again. I wanted her to remember those kisses while she was away.

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It was the longest weekend of my life. I did little besides sit around and stew about what was going on in Dallas. Christina had called when she checked into the hotel to let me know she had arrived safely late Friday afternoon. Since then, I hadn’t heard a word. I grabbed my phone a dozen times, thinking I would call her to see how things were going. But I somehow held my worry and jealousy in check and resisted the urge. I knew she would not like my checking up on her.

But by late Sunday afternoon, I was worried. Not so much about what had gone on over the weekend, though that certainly was part of it. I was worried that Christina was not back, and it was already 5:30. When my cell phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. But when I saw the call was from Christina, I wasted no time in answering.

“Hi, baby,” I began, hoping my voice didn’t betray my worry, “are you nearly home?”

“Not exactly,” came the answer—certainly not the one I was looking for.

“What’s that mean?” I’m sure my worry was beginning to show.

“Well, it means I’m still in Dallas.”

“And what are you doing still in Dallas?” My worry was now mixed with irritation.

“We decided to stay another night.”

“Doesn’t anyone have to work on Monday?” I shot back impatiently.

“Well, Janice and Brooke do, so they’ve already left. Alicia doesn’t and I don’t have class Monday, so we decided to stay another night.” There was something in the tone of Christina’s voice that told me there was something else going on.

“And what are you going to do with that extra day . . . and night?”

“Really nothing tonight,” she responded, but again, that slightly worrying inflection. “Tomorrow we’ll shop for most of the day. But don’t worry, I’ll be home by dark.” Then she let me know she was through answering my questions. “Is that okay, Daddy?” she said in this little girl voice.

“Very funny,” I grumbled, knowing that this conversation was going no further. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I started to tell her to have a good time, but I was quite certain she would–with our without my approval.

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I don’t mind admitting that I didn’t sleep much that Sunday night. I rize escort tossed and turned, playing and replaying all kinds of scenarios in my head about what Christina was doing in Dallas and why she wanted to stay longer. Of course, nearly all of them involved her and some other guy, much closer to her age, and probably much more exciting.

The light was just beginning to stream through the skylight over the bed when I heard the door to my loft open, then close again quietly. I quickly tried to think whether I’d locked the door the night before. I’d certainly been distracted enough to forget it. Just when my fight or flight response was about to kick in, I saw Christina peek into the bedroom.

“Ross, are you awake?” she said softly.

“Actually, I’ve been awake most of the night. What are you doing here at 6 a.m.? I thought you were going to come back this evening?

“Well,” she began hesitantly. “I just missed you so much, and Alicia and I had shopped as much as we wanted to, and . . . I needed to be back here with you,” her voice trailed off.

“I’m so glad you’re here, baby,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you, too, and I’m happy you’re home.” With that, I got out of bed, took her in my arms and held her close, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, and finally, her mouth very lightly. “Come to bed. You must be exhausted,” I told her, taking her hand and not even giving her the chance to take off her jeans and top. I lay down and she snuggled up with her back to me. I lifted her hair from her neck and began to kiss her. At the same time, I reached around and ran my hand lightly over her breast.

“Ross,” she whispered, “is it okay if we just lie here for a little while?”

“Sure . . . I guess so,” I responded hesitantly, feeling that sense of worry creeping in again. I’d missed being with her the past three days and wanted badly to make love. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t feel the same. “Just rest, sweetie. I know you need some sleep.”

Even with her lying there next to me, holding her tightly, I could sense a distance I hadn’t felt before with Christina. It didn’t take a genius to know that something had happened in Dallas that she felt bad about. Or at least, something she didn’t want me to know about. There was no way I could get to sleep with those kinds of thoughts running through my head.

As the room grew lighter with the sunrise, I glanced up at the dresser that sat against the wall opposite the bed. I’d often enjoyed looking in the mirror as Christina and I made love. I loved to watch her breasts bounce and sway as she rode me, and I especially enjoyed watching the expression on her face as I took her from behind. It was like having our own personal porn video.

But this time, I could see in the mirror that Christina’s eyes were open, too. It was clear that she wasn’t sleeping any better than I was. She was just sort of staring off into space with this inscrutable expression on her face.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Is there something we need to talk about?”

I felt her body tense a little at my question, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to me. I reached over and touched her shoulder and she immediately got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

At that point, I knew there was something we needed to talk about. I just didn’t know when Christina would be ready.

I lay there in bed for fifteen minutes or so, my hands behind my head, staring up at the skylight. I knew I should get up and get ready for work, but was certain I wouldn’t get anything done for worrying about what was up with Christina. Just as I was about to drag myself out of bed, she emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the same jeans and top from before, but with her hair and makeup in much better shape. She no longer looked as if she’d just climbed out of bed.

“What’s up?” I asked, puzzled at what might come next.

“I want to go for a ride,” she responded firmly. “You have 15 minutes to get ready.” With that, she turned and disappeared into the living room, leaving me to decide whether to force a confrontation there and then, or go along for the ride. I decided to go along.

I got out of bed, showered quickly, brushed my teeth and threw on a shirt and pair of blue jeans. I didn’t bother to shave, knowing I was right up against my 15 minute deadline. I ran a brush through my hair so it at least would not be sticking up in all the wrong places. Then I went to find Christina.

She was pacing up and down in the living room, obviously agitated. “All right, let’s go,” she said as soon as I’d emerged from the bedroom. And without another word, grabbed the keys to my car from the counter where I’d dropped them the night before, and headed down the back stairs toward the parking lot.

She jumped into the driver’s seat and I climbed in the other side. Christina loved to drive my Lexus sedan, and I hardly ever got the chance to drive it anymore when she was with me. She drove too fast and didn’t pay enough attention to the road, escort rize but I usually bit my tongue and let her, knowing how much she enjoyed it.

Christina steered the sleek, black car out of the parking lot, turned left onto Main and headed west. In just a few minutes, we were at the edge of town and I thought she was probably headed back to Lake Thompson, where we’d spent such a wonderful afternoon not too long ago.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked, as the Durham city limit sign slipped by the right side of the car.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I’ll know when I get there.”

“That doesn’t sound like a very good plan to me,” I chided. But Christina ignored that comment and kept driving, her eyes intently on the road.

So, I decided to try another approach. “How was Dallas?”

“It was fine,” she responded, again not really answering.

“Did you buy a lot of stuff?”

“Not really.”

By this time, it was very clear that Christina was not ready to talk about Dallas. I, on the other hand, didn’t want to talk about anything else. As a result, we sat there in silence, both of us looking straight ahead. When we whizzed past the Willow Springs Marina sign, it was clear that we were not going to Lake Thompson.

After nearly an hour of excruciating silence, I was beginning to get angry. “How dare she ignore me like this?” I thought to myself. “I’m not the one with something to hide from the weekend.” That knot of jealousy in my gut had turned into a big fist.

I felt the car begin to slow and looked up to see a sign that said Lake Mason State Park.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” Christina said, breaking the tense silence. She turned right into the park and drove along the narrow two lane road that seemed to be leading to some picnic and camping areas. After a mile or so, she turned left into one of the picnic areas, drove as far away from the road as she could get, parked the car and turned off the engine.

We parked near a sign that read, “Daytime Use Only.” The area was totally deserted on this cool, cloudy weekday morning. Without a word, Christina leaned across the console and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and leaned down to kiss her. But she turned her head just enough so I couldn’t touch her lips, and my kiss ended up on her cheek instead. Obviously, she was not interested in getting amorous.

“I really did miss you,” she whispered finally, looking up at me with her liquid blue eyes. She was still very quiet and nothing I said or did seemed to bring her any comfort. We held each other as best we could with the car’s console in between us, then finally decided to get more comfortable in the back seat.

In back, Christina was restless, putting her head in my lap for a few minutes, then sitting up and leaning against me. Then, a moment later, she’d let out a heavy sigh and move to a new position. She clearly didn’t know what to do with herself . . . or with me. Finally, we kissed a little, but before we could go much beyond that, she straightened up and said “Let’s go for a walk,” pointing over toward a little bridge that crossed a narrow section of the lake’s back water.

Since it was a cool day and the wind was blowing pretty hard, I grabbed a blanket from the trunk of my car. It was a blanket Christina and I had used once before when we picnicked at Lake Thompson. I wrapped the light blue blanket around her shoulders and we walked across the road and out onto the bridge. In the distance, we could see where Lake Mason became wide and deep, the water a slate grey. The water immediately around the bridge, however, looked fairly shallow and was nearly covered by hundreds of floating water lilies. I couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful they must look when they were all in bloom. Today, however, some were brown and lifeless, obviously dead and on their way toward decomposition, and the remainder were simply a dark green. There were no flowers in sight. As a matter of fact, there was little color at all . . . grey water, grey sky, grey mood.

Christina stopped in the middle of the short bridge and looked out into the water. I studied her face and noticed a smile begin to spread across her lips . . . a smile that I had come to love, especially when I had something to do with it causing it. This time, however, I wasn’t sure where it came from. I had no idea what was going on inside that beautiful head.

Just then, Christina let out a little squeal and pressed herself against me. I followed the direction of her eyes and saw a small black snake coiled on top of some water plants near the far end of the bridge. After we both got over our surprise, we studied the snake for a bit, waiting for him to move. I’m sure he was studying us, too. After a few moments, Christina reached down and picked up a few acorns that had fallen onto the bridge from a nearby oak tree that overhung it, and tossed them at the snake. He quickly slithered off the plants and disappeared into the dark water, much to Christina’s amusement. It was good to hear her laugh and rize escort bayan I began to feel the tension easing just a little.

“Let’s see where this trail goes,” she said, starting toward the little path that meandered off to the left just on the other side of the bridge. We walked along slowly, Christina with the blanket pulled tight around her to ward off the cool breeze. Occasionally, I’d reach over and put my arm around her. Stopping several times along the way to search the water for any additional wildlife, we had walked about 200 yards from the bridge when we came to what looked from a distance like a wooden boat dock. When we got closer, however, we saw that it was a short boardwalk that allowed hikers to cross a particularly low, damp area. The boardwalk extended for twenty feet or so, taking a turn to the right before turning back into a dirt and gravel path.

The trail had followed the curved shore of the lake and by now we were out of sight of the picnic area. We could hear an occasional car speeding by on a nearby road, but the path and the boardwalk were not visible to anyone unless they happened to be walking along behind us. “Let’s sit down for a minute,” Christina said, as she carefully lowered herself onto a single step that had been built into the boardwalk. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulder.

We sat there in silence for several minutes, both of us looking out at the water. Finally, Christina turned toward me, and I could tell she was ready to be kissed. And kiss her I did. Soft little pecks on her cheeks, little nibbles on her neck, and finally a long, deep kiss on her beautifully full lips. I loved kissing her, and from her reaction, she loved it, too, as her body relaxed more and more under my touch, her lips parted a little farther with each kiss, and finally, our tongues caressed as I put both arms around her and pulled her body tight to mine. I savored the feeling of her breasts against my chest.

Our kisses became more and more passionate, and I slipped my hand beneath the blanket to caress her breast, lightly at first, then a firmer massage. When I touched her there, she let out a little sigh, her warm breath drifting into my mouth. I touched her under the blanket as we kissed . . . her breasts, her stomach, her arms. Then my hand drifted lower and began to move upward along the inside of her thighs, until I was able to lightly caress her mound through her jeans. She gave a little gasp as I traced my hand along her slit through the fabric.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, as I continued massaging and caressing her, and I could feel a little dampness beginning to soak through the material. Finally, she reached down and began to rub her hand along the length of my cock, which had grown considerably by this time.

We sat there on the step, kissing, caressing, the only sounds the lapping of the water against the shore and the little moans and whimpers of pleasure that were escaping both of us by now. Finally, Christina broke our kiss and said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me.”

“You mean here?” I responded in surprise. Having sex out in the open in a semi-public place was something I hadn’t tried before, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it then, either.

“Right here, right now,” she panted emphatically, while at the same time standing up so she could remove her jeans. I looked up and watched as she slid her jeans and panties down in one quick motion, and in no time she was naked from the waist down. I gazed for a moment at her beautifully bare mound, which was just about at eye level. Tentatively, I reached up and ran my hand over her smooth mound and caressed her belly and thighs as she stood there with her eyes closed.

“Well, don’t just sit there,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with arousal. “I told you I want to be fucked.” So I stood up quickly, spread the blanket out to cover the weathered wood of the boardwalk, and began to undo my belt.

“God, you are so slow,” Christina said in exasperation, as she reached over, unfastened my waistband and pulled my zipper down. I looked around again apprehensively one more time and seeing nothing, let my jeans drop down around my ankles. My boxer briefs quickly joined them. I was unable to remove them completely because I still had my shoes on, but I decided that was probably a good idea in case we heard someone coming.

I sat down on the step and leaned back, and Christina put one leg on either side of me and sat down on my belly. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, urgently and began to grind against me. I could feel the dampness of her nectar on my belly, and before long she moved down a little and slid her pussy up and down along the length of my cock.

“God, isn’t this amazing?” she panted as her movements became faster, more urgent. I don’t know whether it was the cold, the apprehension of being discovered, or what. But though I was incredibly excited and aroused, I was not yet hard enough to slip easily inside her, as we both very much wanted by this time. So, Christina slid down my body and took my cock between those beautiful lips and began to lick and suck . . . hungrily, urgently, deliciously. I slowly began to harden as she touched me as only she could . . . one moment taking me fully inside her mouth and burying her face in my pubic hair, then slowly raising her head and licking along the length of me.

I guess the most frustrating thing about my getting older is that my dick doesn’t work as well as it used to. I guess it started malfunctioning when I turned 60, I’m 67 now, but my wife didn’t seem to mind all that much because my tongue still worked. My fingers still had magic in them.

But about three years ago I lost my wife after a short battle with cancer. And needless to say I was devastated. I was always supposed to go first. She was much better prepared to live by herself than I was.

And I guess all guys who lose their wives hope that they can find someone that will put up with them. And while I took the appropriate time of mourning, I must admit that I was also thinking about another woman. I put some time into thinking about what I might want, knowing that what I THOUGHT I would want might not be what I got. And I was right!

OK, so I’m shallow. Being 67 years old and knowing that I would not particularly attract any young chicks; I’m a little over weight…OK…maybe a little more than a little, so my doc says…honestly. I also knew that I didn’t want to have someone substantially younger than me in a position to have care for an old man. My wife and I had aged well together and we enjoyed being together, both in life and in the bedroom. And when my dick started being ornery, my oral skills helped us get through that.

So as I was looking around, I really didn’t want anyone that looked like my grandma…even though anyone around my age probably would be a grandma. But there were some women who have aged nicely. My wife certainly had. While she no longer was the 98-pound girl I married, she eventually topped out at around 125 pounds. And while she didn’t like her belly, I loved it. That belly had produced two lovely kids. And those kids had also helped develop some nice boobs, even though gravity had kicked in in her later years. But I loved them too.

Plus, well, how COULD I complain. I mean, I’m twice the man I was when we married. And I don’t mean that in a macho way, I’m just…bigger than I was when we married. While she worried about my weight, she also accepted me the way I was.

So I found myself looking at women who looked like they could be about my age. And as you know, there are all types of women out there. There are many who look like my grandma, but there are also some VERY attractive older women. But how do you meet those attractive women?

Ultimately I am shy. In fact, my wife pursued me until she caught me. I guess that 40 some-odd years hasn’t helped me overcome my insecurities. At 20 I was afraid of rejection and in my 60s, that same fear paralyzed me. My wife always kidded me that I would still be single if she hadn’t aggressively gone after me. And she’s probably right.

And as I said earlier, what I thought I wanted was not what I found. I found that I was better prepared to live by myself than I thought. I was handling it and adjusting. But sexually I was lonely, my hand and online porn not in any way adequate.

I found myself on some porn sites that specialized in “mature” women, but most of those mature women were being screwed by young studs. I certainly was not young OR a stud. But I found myself enjoying watching these older women cumming on a stud’s tongue or cock. Oh, and of course I was beating off to them.

Have you ever googled images of a “naked 60-year-old woman”? It’s pretty interesting. Of course I knew that a 60-year-old woman had more curves than a younger woman for the most part. And were not as tight and maybe had some sagging, and a little thicker. OK, some were MUCH thicker, but being the shallow guy I am, I kind of gravitated to the LESS thicker women. But then, my wife was not that thick and I guess I really was looking for a woman who had a body-type like my wife. That was what I was used to. I found myself much more interested in women that kind of resembled my wife. She was about 5’2″ and of course still cute.

While I still had people who cared about me, I found that I no longer seemed to fit in with all those couples we ran with before. I knew this was normal. Not that I was a threat to any of the men in our group. I knew my place and was not interested siirt escort in any of their women because, well it wouldn’t be right, right?

And our next door neighbors, Bill and Jan, still went out of their way to keep in touch with me. They would periodically invite me to any party they would have. There would be times when we would just sit back on one of our patios and have a drink together. Bill still regularly invited me to play golf with him. They stayed friends, even though the relationship changed.

And I noticed that when Bill and I played golf together, when I got home my house seemed to be a little cleaner. I knew they had a key that we gave them years ago, like we had a key to theirs…just in case. I never said anything, but I knew what was happening. I mean, I’m not a slob, but I’m also not a woman. I remember when my wife was fussing about cleaning the house I always thought it looked great. But a woman cleans different than a man. Right?

Now, while I was retired, Bill was still working, and Jan had retired from her teaching job three years before. Both Bill and Jan were 62.

Jan was one of those attractive 62-year-old women. She was a little taller than my wife and she had joined a gym after she retired and she was in pretty good shape for her age. Not that I was interested in Jan. She was married. To my good friend.

But one day I was enjoying the sun on my patio, with a large caffeine-free Diet Coke, when Jan yelled over if I wanted some company. I waved her over.

Jan was a very forward woman, not afraid to speak her mind, so we had had some pretty frank discussions about my change of life. She knew I might be interested in finding someone after being alone for three years, but she wasn’t one to try to match-make. And I appreciated it. I had fought off the “casserole ladies” that showed up soon after my wife died, but Jan knew that I might be ready. But what she said next floored me. “Your wife told me something very interesting about you,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” She looked me right in the eye. “She said,” she hesitated, “that you are very good in the oral department.” Her face got red.

At first I was confused about what she meant. Then I got it. And I got red. “Oh.” What do you say to that? ‘Yeah, I’m really good at licking pussy’? This was Jan, OUR very good friend. She was married to my golfing buddy! I would think this conversation was inappropriate. I couldn’t believe that my wife would tell her something like that.

“She really said that?”

“Yes, we were talking about the problems that Bill was starting to have. The same problem you have.”

It’s hard talking to a woman about not getting hard.

“Bill is not any good in that department,” she went on. “And I miss it.”

Silence.

Finally….”Um.” My mind was blank.

“Was she lying?”

“Um”…..finally I managed to get something out. “Shirley and I very much enjoyed our oral sex.”

“Did you do it much?”

“Well, in the last couple of years that’s all we did. I didn’t work so well.” I think she knew what I was talking about.

“Uh huh.”

More silence. Should I be ending this conversation?

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss her. But you also need to know that she wouldn’t reciprocate.”

“Really? How come?”

“I’m not totally sure. She said it hurt her mouth, she didn’t like the smell. And she never really learned how.”

“Really? She never learned the joys of sucking cock?”

Did she really say cock? That nice next door lady, Jan? “Bill never liked licking my pussy.”

Pussy? Yes, she said that. This conversation was deteriorating. But interesting. Where was she going with this?

“Where are you going with this?” I asked.

Now she looked embarrassed. “Well…I’ve never cheated on Bill,” she said quietly. “But Bill and I have not had sex in almost six months and I was thinking that maybe we could, um….well, you might could…or…maybe you’d like to try to lick my pussy. I need some relief. Would that be cheating?”

I was dumbfounded. THAT I never expected. Not from Jan! But I guess when you siirt escort bayan get desperate…..

“Jan, I don’t know what to say. Needless to say I miss Shirley…and I miss giving her pleasure. I have to tell you that I don’t know that I’m good at licking….pussy…but I DO think that Shirley liked what I did. But I’ve never done it with anyone else.”

“Well, I can tell you that she did. She told me so.”

I looked at her closely. She was certainly attractive. Nice boobs…I have seen her in a bathing suit. I always thought she had a nice butt…um…ass. I THINK I could give her pleasure. But should I?

“What would Bill think?”

“Bill wouldn’t have to know,” she smiled.

I looked at her some more. “Would you be naked?”

She got red again. “Yes, if you want me to be naked.”

I smiled. Yes, I would like to see Jan naked. “Would you suck my…cock?”

“In a minute…if you wanted me to,” she smiled. “I miss that also. I know what’s going through your mind right now. No, I was not a virgin when we got married. So….I’ve had some experience in that department.” This conversation certainly is getting interesting.

“It might take some work to get me hard.” I could take a blue pill. I still had some, but they take a little while for them to work…if she wanted to do it now. I figured that that as long as this conversation was going on right now, this might be a good time to try it…before we had second thoughts. I was already feeling a stirring.

“I could get you hard,” she smiled. “Would you be naked?”

“Would you like me to be?”

“Yes.”

“I would like you to be naked too.”

And we sat there for a bit, looking at each other…thinking.

“What about ground rules?” I couldn’t believe I was asking about ground rules when we were talking about licking each other’s…genitals.

Jan thought a minute. “No falling in love,” she laughed a nervous laugh. “I still love Bill and would not want to mess that up. And no screwing. THAT would be cheating.” She smiled an ironic smile.

“I agree. Just this once?”

“We’ll see,” she smiled a wicked smile.

This could get interesting. I was retired, she was retired. Bill worked full time. We lived right next to each other. What could go wrong…if we were careful.

“When?” I asked.

“I’m ready now.”

“Where?”

She thought for a minute. “I think probably your place. I wouldn’t want our house to smell like sex,” she laughed.

We sat looking at each other. I was mentally undressing her. But I had a feeling I would be seeing her naked real soon.

I stood up and offered my hand. She took it and stood. I turned and led her into my house and upstairs to my bedroom. Shirley and I had made love in here any times. But now she was gone.

I turned to her. Then began to unbutton my shirt. She smiled and began doing the same. We watched each other intensely as we each undressed. She was certainly a fine looking woman and she was undressing…for me.

Getting out of pants is not always graceful and in a minute we were both giggling. It broke the tension. When we were both in our underwear I moved to her and took her in my arms. We didn’t kiss. Maybe that would be too…intimate. I laughed to myself. I’m going to lick her most intimate places. That would be pretty intimate. But she felt good.

I reached behind her and began to unhook her bra. When it was unhooked she stepped back. She slowly lowered her bra. She had nice boobs, not really big with just the slightest sag. I smiled as I took her boobs in.

She reached for her panties and I reached for my briefs. We lowered them together. I had a hardon. I was pleased…and relieved. And I was looking at only the second naked woman that I had ever seen…live. And Jan seemed very comfortable with me looking at her. It took many years for Shirley to be comfortable being naked like that in front of me.

Her pussy was trimmed nicely. I could see that she was wet already. She was looking at my cock. “Is that for me?” she asked.

“Well, I’m looking at a very good looking naked woman. What do you think?”

“I’m escort siirt impressed. And honored.”

I took her hand and led her to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it. I let my hand drag over her boobs. Her nipples were very hard. She flinched. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, one after the other. I started licking them. She gave out a huge sigh.

I let my hand slide down her body to her pussy. She spread her legs for me and I felt her hand reach for my cock. I slowly rubbed her pussy lips as she started to stroke my cock. Her hand felt so good. Shirley would sometimes rub my cock but she would never really get into it. Jan knew how to stroke a cock.

With Shirley I would always need to wet her pussy as she got older but Jan’s pussy was soaking. I think she was as excited as I was.

I wanted to taste it. So I kissed down her belly to just above her pussy. Then I slipped down the bed to kneel between her legs, making her lose her grip with my cock. I didn’t care, because I knew I was going to give her a very big orgasm. And I was sure she would reciprocate.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up slightly, looking up at her face. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing her tits.

“Please,” she whispered.

I started to lick her pussy lips. She sighed a huge sigh. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she whispered.

“Just enjoy.”

And she did. I enjoyed teasing her, getting her close and backing off. Jan had a very large clit when it finally came out. And she really liked when I licked it. But I kept alternating, from her lips, to her wet slit, to her clit, bringing her higher and higher. After a while I found it hard to hold onto her ass as she kept humping my face, moaning loudly.

Finally, she said between gritted teeth, “Make me cum. Please, make me cum!”

So I concentrated on her clit as she raised up her ass, trying to get close to my tongue. Her head was back and she was panting, moaning. Her belly raised up and she kind of twisted to her right side.

“Oh….OH! Ahhhh, So good…so long….I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna CUMMMM!!!

And then she came. Hard. She wrapped her thighs around my head and I couldn’t move, couldn’t lick her anymore. But I rubbed her ass and let her finish her cum.

It took her a while to come down from her orgasm. She finally looked down at me and smiled. “That was awesome! Now it’s your turn. Switch.”

So we did. And she was a great cock sucker. She really enjoyed what she did. And for my first blow job, well, what can I say? It was much more than I had expected. I loved making Shirley cum, and of course loved making Jan cum, so I understood the joy Jan was having as she sucked my cock. But for me…it was much hotter and enjoyable than I would have imagined. I would often watch Shirley as she came and wonder what that would feel like. And now I was beginning to understand. Finally, I was pleading for Jan to make ME cum.

And then I came. And she didn’t release my cock. She took everything I had. And it was exquisite.

It takes old folks a lot longer to recover. And from an orgasm like that…the most intense orgasm of my life, I was worthless for a while, trying to catch my breath.

Jan slipped up next to me and we cuddled for a while. “How was it?” she asked.

“You had to ask?” I laughed. “Like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. You?”

“Well, I loved sucking your cock, but that orgasm you gave me? It was amazing. Shirley was right. You’re good.”

“So are you.”

This was only the second naked woman I had every touched, cuddled with, but it felt right. But I also knew she belonged to someone else. And I didn’t want to ruin that. But while we were cuddling, she was lightly stroking my cock, and believe it or not, it was responding. And she noticed.

“Again?” she asked.

“It doesn’t seem like I’m totally through.”

So she climbed up on me, in the 69 position, and lowered her pussy to my face and took my cock in her mouth. She came three more times before she got me off again.

When Shirley came she was very quiet. Jan was not. You could hear her orgasm building and she was not at all shy about expressing what she was feeling. With Shirley I would have to guess what she wanted. With Jan, I did not. She would eagerly tell me how I was doing and what she wanted. I loved that!

As I watched her get dressed I wondered if this would ever happen again.

My eyes shot fully open as I felt the head of his cock pop into my ass. I heard a loud moan as I felt him slip slowly, inch by agonizing inch, into me. It took me a moment to realize that it was me moaning as my eyes focused on the water in the clean, white bowl in front of my face.

I had snapped into full consciousness suddenly, but it still took a few moments for my brain to slip completely into gear and ask the most important questions: where the hell am I? Who is attached to the baseball bat sized cock that’s now starting to slowly fuck me?

The first question was relatively easy. I’ve never been fucked over a toilet before, but I’ve certainly used enough toilets to recognize the porcelain bowl I was leaning over. I’m not at home because my bathroom has a carpet floor, and I can feel that I’m kneeling on tile. Besides, I’m reasonably certain that I’m in a public toilet as I can feel the part in the front of the toilet seat digging into my stomach. Does anyone have a u-shaped toilet seat at home?

I still don’t remember how I got here, my head is screaming, and the world is swimming in front of my eyes. Still, I pick my head up for a moment to look and see who is behind me. I catch a glimpse of metal piping in front of my face, and graffitied, beige partition to my left. Definitely a public toilet. But, when I turn around, all I see is a huge, calloused hand. He had quickly moved his hand off my hip, and he pushed my face back into the toilet bowl before I could get a look at him.

I grunted as he slammed into me even harder now. His right hand still on my hip; his left hand now firmly holding my head on the toilet. Thankfully, he seemed content to let me rest my head on my forearms on the back of the toilet seat. The limited view I’d had of his hand, and the force that he was fucking me with left little doubt that he was strong enough to put my face in the water if he decided to do so.

I remember heading out to a bar earlier this evening. The bar was a couple blocks over from my hotel, but it had looked interesting enough to try having a couple drinks at. Besides, I never like hanging out in the hotel bar. You never know who’s around, and if I do get lucky, I don’t want word to filter back to the office that I’m using these trips to meet men.

The bar was dimly lit with a few tvs in the corners playing various sporting events. I remember picking a seat at a table in the corner, and sitting back with a bottle of beer to watch a football game. That’s where my memory starts to break down.

I remember being approached by a tall, muscular guy with short, dark, spiky hair. He was wearing a nice, blue striped shirt and khaki pants. He was exactly my type, physically, and I remember the impression that he was very friendly. I only remember bits and pieces of our conversation, but I definitely remember wondering why he was making such an effort to get me drunk as he bought shot after shot of tequila. I remember admiring his ass as he walked back to the bar for more shots one time, and wondering to myself how much longer he’d wait to invite me somewhere more quiet.

I hear myself moaning again as he’s fucking me. The water in the toilet is starting to slosh around he’s pounding into me so hard. He’s not moving quickly, just incredibly forcefully. He pulls out until just the very tip of his cock is still into me. Then, he slams into me in one move until I can feel his pubes grinding into my ass. He pushes so hard into me that I get the feeling that he would push his cock right out my belly button if he could. He twists his hips around a few times, grinding himself into me as hard as he could, then slowly, so incredibly slowly, he pulls out until just the tip was left in me again. He was constantly changing his rhythm. Sometimes I would gasp in surprise as he slammed back into me before he was done pulling all the way out. Other times, he would leave just the tip in me for so long that I couldn’t resist whimpering a little, wanting him back inside me.

I certainly couldn’t complain about his technique as he fucked me. He felt incredible. Now, if only I could remember who it was, I could really enjoy this. Well, I would enjoy this if I knew who he was, and if we were somewhere safer. I didn’t enjoy the thought of being caught like this in an unfamiliar bar that hadn’t even given off a vibe as a gay bar, though given the circumstances, some gay men obviously hooked up here. More importantly, I tried to keep my mind off the activity that usually took place on the toilet that my face was now mashed into. I’ve bent over a counter batman escort once or twice before, but never a toilet. I was usually so much smarter and more cautious about the guys that I let get into my pants.

I wouldn’t mind so much if I knew that it was the man in the blue shirt from the bar. I was certainly ready to let him fuck me even without him getting me this drunk. Or had i been drugged? I’ve never had my memory this trashed before. Was it Steve? No, Paul sounded right. Maybe Mike? God, I have no idea what his name is, if it’s even him. I felt like such a slut.

I felt his right hand running up my naked back as he fucks me, and I suddenly wonder where my clothes are. I can still feel my socks on my feet and up my calves, but I don’t think that I am wearing anything else. I don’t even feel my shoes. I gasp as he pounds into me particularly violently, and I struggle to remember what happened to my tie. I liked that tie.

I don’t remember anything between doing tequila shots with… let’s call him Steve… and having his cock in my ass. Based on the slight taste left in my mouth, I assume I sucked him at some point tonight. At least I hope it was the guy fucking me and I haven’t acted like even more of a slut than I realize.

Shit, I hope he’s wearing a condom. I don’t let guys fuck me bare, but I don’t even remember him taking my pants off, I certainly don’t remember getting a condom onto him. I’ve never hoped that a guy went through my pockets without my permission before, but if he had, he at least would have found the condom I always keep in my back pocket when I go out.

He’s been fucking me for what feels like hours now. He must be close. How the hell am I going to get him to pull out. It’s still risky, but it’s at least slightly better than letting him cum inside me bare, isn’t it?

I felt his weight shift as he put both his hands on my shoulders and leaned down over me. He wasn’t really fucking me anymore. More like grinding into my ass, his cock all the way inside me, as he leaned down far enough to whisper into my ear. I could feel his hot breathe on my cheek as I hear, “does it turn you on to know that I’m going to cum in your ass?”

I did my best to shake my head. I was still too drunk to trust that words would come out properly.

He chuckled in my ear for a moment as he continued to grind into me. “Oh really? So this slut does have boundaries after all. You’re willing to bend over in a public toilet for a guy you just met, but you draw the line at letting me cum inside you?”

His cock picked that moment to find a particularly good spot in my ass, and I just moaned.

“Ok then, so you don’t want me cumming inside you.” He pulled out and slammed all the way into me. “Does it turn you on to know that you don’t have a choice?”

I whimpered as I realized that he was right. He felt like a bodybuilder. I probably didn’t stand a chance under the best of circumstances. There was no way I could fight him off from this position while I was still so drunk or drugged or whatever.

“Please?” I managed to croak out.

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as he just laughed again and resumed fucking me.

“Please.” He just kept fucking me. Faster now, clearly getting ready to cum. What would get his attention? “I… want to feel you… on my ass. Please”

He just laughed again. “Pull out of this sweet ass just to cum up your back? Not a shot.”

Terror swept through me. Sure, maybe I’ve been a bit slutty over the years, but I always play safe. I’m obsessive about not letting guys into me unless they’re wearing a condom. I know one time is probably no big deal, and he’s already in me bare, but I was drunk and emotional. I slumped down into the toilet, going limp. “Please,” I almost sobbed. “Anywhere else.”

My heart leapt as I heard, “fine. I wouldn’t want to be accused of forcing you or anything.” My heart quickly sunk back down as his next words came out, “I guess I could be convinced to pull out if you really like to take it on your face.”

I hate cum on my face. It always feels so demeaning, and it’s impossible to clean off. The most recent guy who’d done it to me had shot straight into my eyes. It burned like hell. Asshole. I can’t let… Steve… cum inside me bare though. A little pain and humiliation is better than HIV or hepatitis.

“Fine, yes. You can cum on my face.”

He didn’t even break his rhythm as he kept fucking me. “Like I said, I can be convinced if you really like it on your face. You’ll have escort batman to do better than that.”

He was only pulling part way out now before grinding back into me. He was fucking me fast and hard, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier. I was running out of time. “Please sir. I want to watch you cum. I want to see that massive cock finishing for me. I want to feel you all over my face. I would do anything to feel your cum on my face.”

The world was still fuzzy and swimming in front of my eyes, but the thought of him cumming in me bare was sobering me up fast. The horror of having to explain a positive test to my wife was like a shot of ice water directly to my brain. I can understand how people lift cars off of babies now.

He didn’t answer me. He just grabbed my hair and pulled me back off the toilet. I felt my ass gape as he pulled out. He used my hair as a handle to spin me around and put me on my knees in front of him. I felt the cold porcelain of the front of the toilet digging into my back. The tiles under my knees now damp from my sweat.

I was face to face with his penis. I caught a glimpse of the odd, cherry red color of his cock before my eyes slammed shut. I was still too drunk for my stomach to handle that spin maneuver, so I shut my eyes and concentrated all my effort on not puking on this guys crotch.

My drunken brain finally registered what that bizarre color on his cock had been as I felt him drop the used condom on my forehead. I didn’t even care about how I was going to have to clean my hair; all I could feel was the slimy part of the condom draped down the middle of my forehead. He’s been essentially raping a guy drugged or drunk into submission in a public toilet, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s an asshole. At least he wasn’t in me bare like I’d feared.

I hear him grunt loudly, simultaneous with a thick rope of cum splattering up over my nose, my right eyelid, and surely back into my hair. He grunts again. Another rope of cum lands further down the right side of my face, on my cheek and forehead. By the fourth or fifth grunt, I feel the tip of my cock running along my upper lip as he gives me a cum moustache. Again, asshole.

He pushed his cock between my lips as much as he could. I knew what he wanted, but I was done pleasuring this ass. His cum is cooling all over my face and in my hair, I can’t open my eyes because there’s cum on my eyelids, I feel his slimy, used condom across my forehead, and all I can taste on his cock is the latex and lube from the condom. He’s lucky I’m avoiding puking on him, there’s no way I’ll be sucking his cock any more.

He gives up after a minute, and I hear the stall door open. I reach up to rub the cum out of my eyes so I can open them, but he is gone by the time I can see anything. He didn’t even say goodbye. I feel so… used.

I shakily get to my feet, and I can see myself through the open stall door in the mirror above the sinks. I’m a mess. Naked, with cum all over my face, and an obviously used, cherry red condom draped across my forehead and back into my hair. My ass is sore and still gaping slightly, my face feels revolting, and I just want to go home.

I look around for my clothes and find my white undershirt, my grey pants, and my black shoes scattered all over the floor of the bathroom. I have no idea how we didn’t get caught with the amount of noise we were making and my clothes all over the place. The pockets have been emptied on my pants. My cell phone, wallet, and keys were all gone. I didn’t even care at this point. I just wanted to go home. My nice shirt, boxers, and tie were nowhere to be seen. I really liked that tie.

I did my best to use the sink and paper towels to wipe the cum off my face. I got my face reasonably clean, but my hair was hopeless. I just had to move quickly through the bar and back to my hotel room to get the rest of the way cleaned up. The bar was dark, and it must be night time outside by now, so I had some hope. The brightly lit hotel lobby would be humiliating, but there wasn’t much I could do about that at this point.

I steadied myself against the door for a moment. Then, I pulled it open and stepped out into the bar. Immediately, I could see that something was wrong.

The man in the blue shirt was nowhere to be seen. No one else was at the bar or at the tables either. All the tvs were off, and the place was almost deserted. There were two hulking bouncers standing at the door with their arms crossed. Between the bouncers was a large, older batman escort bayan white guy. Where the bouncers looked like pure muscle, he looked like he hadn’t seen a gym a day in his life. He was probably 6 inches shorter than the bouncers, but still taller than me. He glowered at me as I walked toward the door.

My heart sunk lower and lower into my stomach as he stared me down. I knew what was coming, my face burning with shame. He just silently stared me down as I got closer and closer to him. He was rooted to the spot, not moving out of my way. I stopped, two feet away from him with no way to get by him and the bouncers. Then, I heard the two most terrifying words I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Have fun?”

I stared at his feet with no idea what to say. My ass still sore and the room still spinning from the drinks. I had cleaned myself as best as I could, but I still felt like I had hot cum all over my face as he stared at me. I had thrown the condom away, but I felt like I could still feel its slime cooling across my forehead.

“Nothing to say for yourself? A gay hooker’s been working my bar for months now. Harassing my customers, fucking up my bathroom, getting me in trouble with the cops. You wouldn’t have any idea about that either, would you?”

Hooker? Months? I’ve only been in town for a few days, and I certainly didn’t get paid for what had happened back there. I looked at him and shakily said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? So you weren’t just fucking in my bathroom?”

I stared at his feet again, my face burning in shame. I mumbled something so incoherently and quietly that even I didn’t know what I was trying to say. I flinched as his hand came out toward my face. He didn’t hit me though. Instead, he reached a finger out and ran it along my hairline. When he pulled it back, we could both clearly see the glob of cum on the tip of his finger.

Each bouncer silently plopped a massive hand on each of my shoulders, and I fell to my knees in front of them. I could feel the tears running down my face as I looked up at what was clearly the owner from on my knees. He had his phone in his hand, dialing what I could only assume was the police.

“Please.” I begged. “Please don’t call the police.”

The phone was at his ear. My life flashed before my eyes. My wife finding out, getting fired from my job, my friends and family hearing it reported that I was accused (even falsely) of being a prostitute.

“Yes, this is Mr. O’Neil of O’Neil’s bar and grill. I’d like to report that I’ve made a citizens arrest. Sure, I’ll hold.”

“Please,” I sobbed. “I’ll do anything.”

The owner just raised his eyebrows at me as he reached to the front of his pants and lowered his zipper. The phone was still up to his ear as he said, “you have until I’m off hold to convince me.”

I crawled across the floor to him and lowered his pants to his ankles. His hard cock fell out of his pants and onto my face. He tasted musky as I took him into my mouth as enthusiastically as I’ve ever sucked a cock in my life. He wasn’t my type at all, and he smelled like he hadn’t had a shower all day, but unemployment and divorce were even less my type.

I hadn’t been sucking him for more than a few moments when I heard him on the phone again. “Yes? No, it looks like I actually don’t have anything to report now. Yes, it looks like he’s decided to pay up. I apparently just needed you to scare him a bit. Thanks for that. Oh yes, it looks like he has a long night ahead of him, but I think we’ll be able to solve this as private citizens.”

My heart sunk as I heard about my “long night.” I just wanted to go home. I tried to concentrate on the cock in my mouth, but I couldn’t help noticing the bouncers lowering the blinds and starting to rub their own crotches.

I heard him on the phone above me again after a long pause, and the gravity of my situation really began to hit home. “Yes, of course you can come by anytime tonight, officer. I’d be happy to have him do some work for you or any of your squad. Of course I’ll call back if he decides to resist any more. Let me know when you’re going to drop by, and I’ll have him ready.”

I tried to focus on the taste in my mouth, his gray pubic hair in front of my face, the bead of sweat starting to trickle down his inner thigh. Anything but the situation I was in.

I felt his hands on my head when he hung up the phone. “It looks like you’ve convinced me. You’ll be repaying me and my staff for all the trouble you’ve caused. I’d move quickly too if I were you. I’ve heard that Officer Daniel and his squad can be quite vicious when they catch a whore like you. Do you understand?”

I tried to ignore the now naked bouncers on either side of me and the terrifying thought of what was in store for me as I redoubled my efforts on the owner’s cock.