About a week after the girls’ adventure at the “sex shop” with the owners Frank and Phil, Beth told me that when Tonya, Mary, and she went for their walk that morning, they met two other women that were also walking around the neighborhood for some exercise. They started talking and ended up walking with them for about a half-hour until the three of them got by Tonya’s house, said their “good-byes” and promised to meet the two of them again the day after next to go walking with them.

She said that the two of them were pretty hot looking. One of them was a redhead named Sue, and the other a brunette named Karen. Sue and Karen told them that their husbands also worked on the base. They had transferred here about a month ago and, two weeks after they got there, the husbands went off to another base about two hundred miles away for a month’s training. They went on to say that, during this month, their husbands’ didn’t get any time off, and that they weren’t allowed to visit them. They both had only been married for about a year and they said that they really missed them.

Mary made a crack about how they must be real horny after being “without any” for two weeks already, and they both said that they were real horny as they were used to doing it most every night since they were married. The five of them continued with some light-hearted kidding for the remainder of their walk and again Beth, Tonya and Mary said good-bye, promising to meet them again in two days, and went into Tonya’s house to have some fun with their “new” toys.

Beth said that when the three of them were lying in Tonya’s and Sam’s bed following their “cock-less” fuckfest, they started talking about how they would like to get Sue and Karen to join their little “girl-only” daytime group. They agreed that the both of them were more than a little horny and that they would just come out and ask them if they were interested in fooling around with them when they went for their walk on Friday. When I came home from work on Friday, anxious to hear what happened that morning, I was greeted by a totally nude and excited wife who couldn’t wait to tell me about the great time the “all five” girls had. I stripped as I followed Beth into the bedroom and, with minimal foreplay, proceeded to fuck her ass silly, emptying my load deep trabzon escort into her bowels as I brought her off playing with her clit at the same time. We both lit a cigarette and she started telling me the events of her day.

When the five of them met up and started walking as usual, the conversation turned to sex, and Sue and Karen again told the others how horny they were.

Sue then asked Beth and her friends, “When you’re finished with your walk everyday, do you go to Tonya’s to have a drink and cool off?”

Sue went on to say that she and Karen were curious about why they never invited the two of them to join them when they went to Tonya’s. Beth, Tonya and Mary looked at each other and smiled knowing that this was the perfect opportunity to ask if Sue and Karen were interested in joining them. My aggressive Beth told them that they usually did have a cool drink to cool off, as well as then showering together and enjoying each other sexually. Well, Karen and Sue didn’t run away screaming at that point so she continued to tell them that they had been getting together for about a month enjoying each other while their husbands weren’t around. She told them about their trips to the “sex shop”, and also about our continuing group sex activities on the weekends.

When she finished, she was surprised when Karen said that they had thought about that possibility when they talked about not getting invited in after their walks. Karen went on to say that she and Sue had even talked about what they would do if the three girls asked them to join there, if there was one, “sex group”. Beth said, “Well what was your decision, cause we’re asking you?”

Karen and Sue looked at each other, nodded, and Sue said, “Yes, we’ve decided that we want to join you, but we’re a little afraid because we’ve never made it with a woman before.” She added, “We’re both horny as hell and the three of you are so open and hot-looking that we’re sure we’ll enjoy it.”

Beth told Sue and Karen that they also discussed asking them that day, but didn’t have to as Sue gave Beth the perfect lead-in to broach the subject. As they continued walking and talking, Beth took the lead again and asked Sue and Karen if they were up to it today when they finished walking. She said that the two of trabzon escort bayan them shrugged their shoulders and said that it sounded good to them. Tonya suggested that Mary and Beth go retrieve their “toys” and meet them all at her house.

When Mary and Beth got to Tonya’s house the three of them were sitting around the kitchen table having a glass of iced tea and talking. Mary and Beth helped themselves and sat with them, joining in the conversation, in an attempt to put Sue and Karen more at ease with the pending activities. After about fifteen minutes it appeared that they were more comfortable, so Tonya, anxious to get things started, suggested that they all go in and take a nice cool shower. They all got up and walked into Tonya’s and Sam’s bedroom and began taking off the little clothing they had on. Since their shower was somewhat small, Tonya suggested that they shower in shifts. Beth asked Sue and Mary to go first with her with Tonya and Karen following behind.

At this point of Beth’s description that night she started to describe what Sue and Karen looked like naked. First of all, Beth described the lovely Karen who had long jet black straight hair, a set of nice but smallish tits which she said were barely B-cup size, a great ass and long legs and had a neatly trimmed black bush. She went on to describe Sue as about 5’4″ and 120 lbs., with straight shoulder length light red hair, a great set of almost C-cup tits that had a slight sag to them with nipples that stood out about a half-inch from her tits, and a well shaped ass and legs. The most distinctive thing about her was her neatly trimmed light red-haired bush. Beth had never seen that color pubic hair on either a man or a woman and she said that she was very anxious to go down on her. As a matter of fact, neither had I in my experiences so far in life.

Beth said when the three of them went into the shower they put Sue in between and took turns washing her front and back as Sue tentatively began to touch and wash both of them at the same time. Karen and Tonya came into the bathroom and urged the three of them to hurry up, so they rinsed off and let the other two get in the shower as they quickly dried off and went into the bedroom. Beth positioned Sue toward the bottom of the bed with her escort trabzon legs off the end, kneeled down between her legs and started to lick her already slick slit and clit. Beth said that she tasted heavenly. At the same time Mary kneeled over Sue’s head and leaned down to suck on her tits and dropped one of hers into Sue’s mouth and Sue eagerly drew her nipple in and started to suck on it reaching up with her hand to play with Mary’s other one.

After a few minutes of this, Beth reached down and picked up the dildo with the bulb attachment she got from the sex shop and, continuing to suck on Sue’s clit, slowly began to insert it into her now sloppy wet cunt. As she inserted it deeper and deeper she said that Sue began moaning and started to buck her hips up and down trying to hurry Beth along — to push it all the way in.

In the meantime, Tonya and Karen had finished their shower and Karen was in the same position next to them as Sue was, with Tonya eagerly munching on her neatly trimmed black bush. Tonya was sticking her replica of Sam’s cock into Karen’s cunt and Beth heard Karen moaning with pleasure. Mary started alternating between sucking on Sue’s tits and then Karen’s as the three recently experienced bisexuals brought the newcomers closer and closer to an orgasm. Beth said that Sue was really bucking all over the bed as she continued to ram her new toy into her cunt and it was hard to keep her mouth on her clit. All of a sudden Sue stiffened up, cried out that she was cumming, and started to shake, which lasted a couple of minutes, before settling back pushing Beth’s head away saying that she was too sensitive down there right now. As Beth backed off Sue’s cunt she was able to see Karen cum violently as Tonya mercilessly rammed the fake Sam’s cock into her.

Tonya, Mary and Beth were very worked up and wanted to get off so, shortly thereafter, they decided that the bed was too small for all of them to fit comfortably. Tonya got out a couple of sheets and spread them out on the bedroom floor. They all got down on the floor and got into a circle so that each of them could eat a cunt while getting eaten themselves. They spent another couple of hours using their toys, hands, and mouths on each other. When they finished they promised to all get together on a regular basis as the original three did. Since Beth was a little sore from the activities that day we ended the night with her sucking my hard pole as I tongued her to another couple of orgasms. I went to sleep thinking about what a lucky man I was to have such a beautiful and sexy wife.

Caryn was surprised when Reets came home from work and slammed the door. Well, before the new owner bought the bar where Reets worked it was a regular occurrence, but since Myn bought it, Reets has been coming home actually happier and more energized than when she left. While the responsibility was greater, so were the rewards, including positive feedback and financial. Hearing her slam the door was a surprise.

“Hey love?”

“Hi Caryn, you didn’t need to stay up.”

“I know, but you also know that I napped after Rei went down. Bad night?”

“No, actually a really good one, the band was great, the floor went smooth. Shirley’s friend is working out real well.” Reets thought back to the night and realized that it really was a very good night. Everything went like clockwork, the place was busy enough to keep everyone moving, but no one got overwhelmed. Curtis, the bouncer, had next to nothing to do and Jamie, one of the bar-backs, drove a couple home that had over-indulged. All in all one excellent night, with one small exception — Myn.

“Myn was there, wasn’t she?”

“How did you know? Oh nevermind, of course you would know. Yes, she was there, the first time she did more than just stop by in over a month. I should have realized it when Chris scheduled a night off.” Reets said shaking her head.

Caryn smiled to herself. She had watching her lover dance this little dance for several months now. She knew how Myn affected her and even understood it more completely than Reets would realize.

“You are off Friday, right?”

“Yea, Friday and Sat, although I am on call for Saturday if it gets busy.”

“Perfect. I called Caroline, we are going out!” Caroline was Rei’s favorite babysitter. She lived two houses down and was perfect with 8 year-old Rei. Caryn and Reets had met Caroline’s parents and while her Dad seemed to be a little reserved, Caroline’s Mom didn’t seem to mind her babysitting for a lesbian couple. Caryn thought that Caroline’s Dad was slowly coming to grips, especially since the house had been empty for over a year before Reets and Caryn moved in and since moving in they had fixed it up. Carol, Caroline’s Mom, didn’t seem to have any reservations at all. The same can’t be said for all the neighbors, but no one was saying or doing anything hurtful or even harsh.

“Were you planning on asking me?”

“No, not really; I am stealing your Friday night and maybe Saturday morning. Caroline will be prepared to spend the night. Her Mom said she might come over and the two of them can raid our movie collection without having to hear snide crack from Mark about ‘chic-flics’.”

“So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Caryn . . .”

“Cool your jets, love, I am taking you someplace neither of us had ever been.”

“I am too tired to argue with you. OK, Friday is yours. If it sucks I will blame you!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Since it was about 3AM, Reets took a quick shower to get the cigarette smell off her body and crawled into bed, spooning up to Caryn. Caryn spun around and the two of them fit together like they had from the very beginning. They would fall asleep like this, but sometime during the night separate and end up facing away from each other. For some reason, they always fell asleep entwined. However tonight, Caryn wasn’t too interested in sleeping.

She reached over and started stroking Reets’ hip, she couldn’t see the smile form on Reets’ face, but when she pushed tighter against her, scissoring their legs together, she knew her lover wasn’t completely out of sorts. The darkness was no barrier as she felt Reets’ hands on her, hands that knew her body so well, yet could still bring her the passionate heights. She felt her push her leg up and then she raised herself above Caryn, their pussies pressed against each other as she felt her kiss her ankle and hold tight to her leg as she ground into Caryn.

Caryn reached up and slid her hands under Reets’ sleep shirt, teasing her breasts and pulling a little on her nipples. She didn’t want to prolong anything mainly because she woke up from a nap shortly before Reets had gotten home and woke up more than a little bit horny. She had a dream about her and had woken up hot, wet, and wishing Reets was already home.

The well-lubricated friction felt so good, she knew she was making some noises. Reets always teased her about the noises she made while making love, but she never really heard herself. Her hands tightened on Reets’ breasts and Reets took that as a sign she was getting close. She really bore down, the now soaked panties added to the feeling.

Reets loved nothing more than feeling her lover cumming. Even after the frustrations of the day, feeling Caryn beneath her and hearing all the sexy moans and groans of her lover was enough to set of her own orgasm.

. . . . .

The next day, Reets went back to bed after putting Rei on her bus. Caryn headed for her job in the city. On the way she put on her Bluetooth headset and hit a speed dial on her cell.

“Morning trabzon escort Sal, it happened again.”

“I figured you would be calling. Yea, here too, it was almost funny to see Myn so off-kilter.”

“I told Reets I was taking her someplace new on Friday.”

“Are you sure? They might get a little pissed off at us for interfering.”

“They might, but we can’t let them keep going like this. Reets is practically beside herself and even Rei can see a difference on days after Reets and Myn had to interact.”

“I know the feeling; Chris even called me about it last week. He doesn’t know what’s up, but he knows Myn isn’t as hands-on with the bar as he expected. His words were like she was trying to avoid something. I think he was fishing to see if there was something he could do. I also think you are right, it’s time. Are you bringing Rei?”

“I thought about it, but decided Reets might use her as a distraction. I think I want her to be able to focus on Myn.”

“OK, but next week I want to see Rei as well. She’s a doll!”

OK Sal, if this works.”

“You do realize this is more than a bit dangerous?”

“Somewhat, but I know she loves me.”

“And Myn loves me. I’m not worried about that. I am just worried about their tempers. Myn has one that rarely shows, but when it does — it’s Katy bar the door!”

“So how do we handle it?”

“As a matter-of-fact, I have a few ideas on that.”

. . . . .

Friday came and after ensconcing Carol, Caroline, and Rei with a huge bowl of popcorn along with several movies which would have bored the hell out of Mark, Caryn and Myn headed out toward the city.

“Rei loved the idea of a ‘Ladies Night’ and felt so grown-up. I wonder if she’ll even realize the first movie was for her and she’ll be in bed before they hit the real chic-flics.”

“She’ll have a blast! She always does and both Carol and Caroline love her. So, where are we going?”

“We are going to dinner and then we will see from there.”

They pulled up outside of a 4-story apartment building. Reets looked at Caryn with a raised eyebrow because there wasn’t a restaurant or club in sight. Caryn knew exactly what her lover was thinking and she grinned a very sneaky little grin. Reets didn’t say anything because she knew that look and realized Caryn was playing the surprise angle to the hilt. She refused to give her any satisfaction by asking anything.

As they walked up to the building, Caryn carrying a bottle of wine, Reets realized that it was an old building, but it excellent shape, just like both sides of the block she could see. The neighborhood was a nice one, several newer cars on the street, some mature trees lined both sides; it had an old feel, yet a very comfortable one. Caryn buzzed them in and ‘accidently’ covered the mailbox so Reets didn’t get a chance to see the name. The responding buzz happened so quickly that Reets knew they were expected. They took the elevator up to the top floor. There were 4 apartment doors off a short hallway past the elevator. As they exited the small elevator, one of the apartment doors toward the front of the building opened. Reets stopped short as a familiar long and lean woman stood there with a welcoming expression on her face. They’d only met once, but there was no way Reets didn’t recognize Myn’s lover.

Sally looked at Caryn and Rita and saw Reets freeze up in recognition. She knew this was going to be the hardest part of the evening. Before she could say anything, Myn joined her at the door and she stiffened as well. Like Reets, Myn had no idea who was coming to dinner– only that it was important to Sally.

Myn had been more than a little surprised that Sally wanted to use their upstairs apartment. Myn owned the building and maintained two apartments. One was on the second floor and it was a modern apartment, with all the amenities including the Internet and several flat screens, and the one they usually used for entertaining. The top-floor apartment was their personal space and one they protected with a vengeance. Having a small dinner party up there would normally be reserved for very close friends and never, ever business. In a flash Myn realized what Sally was up to and she wasn’t sure she was happy about it. But she knew her lover well and any temper would be met with an innate stubbornness that always surprised her. Instead of getting angry, she looked down for a moment and then she looked up and put a resigned smile on her face.

“Hi Rita, Hi Caryn, you might as well come in. Long and Tall here has some explaining to do!”

Rita lagged behind and Caryn practically had to drag her.

“You didn’t know either, did you?” Myn asked Rita and she passed her into the apartment.

Reets couldn’t speak just yet. Her anger was much closer to the surface. She felt sandbagged and more than a little annoyed. Caryn saw it in the stiffness in her back and the jerkiness in her movements. She held her breath for a moment as they crossed the threshold into heaven, for that was trabzon escort bayan the only description their living room that would ever fit.

“No Myn, Caryn didn’t tell me who we were dining with. She does love her little surprises.” Reets answered through clenched teeth.

“I think both our partners have been conspiring together.”

“I think you are right. The question is what do we do about it?”

Myn paused. Sally and Caryn were deeper in the apartment; Rita was still standing near the door. She thought furiously for a moment and then smiled a genuine smile at Reets.

“Come on!” She grabbed Rita’s hand and pulled her out of the apartment before Sally or Caryn could react. Instead of the elevator, she pulled her to the stairs and they ran pell-mell down two floors and Myn took her into another apartment. This one was less like the antique-filled slice of heaven Reets had glimpsed so briefly.

They stood there looking at each other and then both of them started laughing.

“Come on in. We can talk here and maybe annoy our partners a bit!”

Myn sat back in a comfortable looking chair and waved Reets toward a matching couch.

“Who’s apartment is this?”

“Oh it’s mine. I actually own the building. I have this one and my more personal space upstairs. That’s where Sally and I live. I use this one for other things. Upstairs is more private, which is what my tall lover had in mind.”

“I don’t know what Caryn expected, but you and I rushing out sure wasn’t part of the plan. Did you see the look on her face?”

“Nope, I was too busy running. Sal is faster than I am and she might have beaten us here if she put her mind into it.”

“So she will know where we are?”

“More than likely, unless she thinks we left the building.” A phone rang.

“And that would be her, but I think we can ignore that for a bit. She won’t get worried for a while. She knows that we won’t kill each other. We might want to kill them, but not each other.”

Reets looked down. “So now what?”

“I guess we need to look at why our lovers felt the need to blindside us like this. I had no idea who was coming over. I was surprised when she wanted to eat upstairs, which hinted to me it was personal, but when I saw you two I was shocked, as I am sure was the plan.”

“I think I was as surprised as you were. When Sally opened the door, I wanted to either run or kill Caryn. I’m not sure how to explain to Rei how Caryn’s body ended up in a dumpster somewhere, but it was tempting.”

The two ladies paused and looked at each other, neither sure how to broach the great big elephant that was sitting in the middle of the room.

Meanwhile upstairs. . .

“Well that didn’t go as planned.” Said Sally with a slightly exasperated tone.

Caryn recovered from her surprise of Myn and Reets running out the door quickly and looked at her partner-in-crime. “Sally, if anyone ever calls you a Mistress of Over-statement, they are lying.”

“Quick, peek out the front window; tell me if they leave the building.” Sally said as she moved to the door and checked the hall.

“No, I don’t see them.”

“OK, then I know where they are going, Myn has another apartment on the second floor.”

“Are they going to kill each other?”

“No way, Caryn, at least not yet; they might be contemplating our murder.”

Caryn turned from the window and wrapped her arms around herself and looked down at the carpet. Sally looked at her and came across the room. “You OK?”

“Just a little nervous.”

Sally gathered the younger girl into a tender hug. “There is nothing for you to worry about. Rita loves you! She’s just not sure how to handle her feelings for anyone else, especially someone like my Myn.”

“How do you do this? I mean, that’s your lover downstairs with my lover and you are OK with it. It frightens me!”

“Caryn, it shouldn’t. To be honest, Myn and I have had other girls in our bed. It’s never frivolous or a one-night stand. It’s always someone . . . or a couple . . . we are friends with, care a great deal about, and in our own way . . . love. I can’t cage Myn anymore than I think you can cage Rita.”

“It’s still scary.”

“Maybe, but there is something you aren’t considered. When you let go of your fears and any lingering insecurities, form a mental image of Rita and Myn together.”

“I don’t understand.”

Sally stood behind Caryn and whispered to her in her most gentle voice. “Picture the two of together and see just how hot they will look. Lose the negative mindset and let yourself get turned on to the possibilities.”

Caryn seemed to tighten up for a second and a small shudder went through her. “Oh fuck!” “Exactly!”

. . . . .

Myn got up and retrieved a small remote. A couple of clicks later the room filled with gentle sound, a slow song, slow and romantic. Myn stood on front of Reets with a hand out. “Dance with me?”

Reets hesitated.

Myn smiled slightly and almost sadly. “Neither of us seem escort trabzon to have the words so rather than sit here in a very uncomfortable silence, I want to dance with you.”

Reets touched her hand and stood. They moved around the room slowly in perfect time to the slow song. They started in a pose that could be described as dancing school classic. Two hands clasped and their other hands touching each other between the shoulder and hip. There was enough room between them that you could have driven a Prius through the gap. Reets looked right at Myn’s neck, appearing too nervous to meet her eyes. Myn looked slightly down at her partner and couldn’t help but smile to herself.

As the dance went on, Reets relaxed more. There was no pressure, only the beautiful music and the gentle leading from Myn. It took several minutes, but gradually Reets started losing herself to the music and she closed her eyes as Myn lead her around the floor. With little thought, they also slowly narrowed the gap and the two women discovered that physically they were well matched as their bodies contacted so smoothly that neither of them consciously noticed it until several minutes after they came together.

“You know, Sally and I fit together like this as well. I bet you and Caryn do as well.” Myn said quietly.

“We do. It was one of the things that attracted me when we first met.”

“That was us as well. Sal just clicked into place when we sat next to each other on the couch upstairs.”

“With Caryn we were crashed on a floor during Spring Break.”

They talked about a number of inconsequential things as the music segued from song to song, all slow, gentle songs perfect for dancing close together. The dancing and the conversation seemed to relax both ladies. Reets actually put her head on Myn’s shoulder and relaxed completely into a moment as conversation lagged.

When the music finally came to an end, Reets turned her face toward Myn and was not surprised at all when they kissed. What did surprise her was the feeling that crashed through her. The kiss broke though any barriers the two of them had put up. As they caught their breath, one of them uttered an “Oh My God!” which was echoed from the doorway where both Sally and Caryn stood.

Neither were embarrassed, Reets looked at them and glared. Myn managed a few words. “How long have you two been standing there?”

“Long enough, do you two have any idea how sexy you looked dancing, let alone mentioning that kiss?” Sally said trying to hold in her humor.

Caryn had no trouble forming words, “I have to give it a 9 for technical execution, but a 10 on artistic interpretation.”

The four of them paused for a moment and then started laughing.

Later, after repairing to the dinner that had been waiting for them upstairs, the four of them sat on the couch and loveseat in the living room. Myn talked about the décor in the apartment, Sally shared a few cooking secrets about the meal they just ate. Caryn told some hilarious stories about her work and Myn shared a few waitressing stories and even working Spring Break. As they sipped some excellent wine, they all seemed to reach a point where casual conversation started being a way to evade the main subject at hand.

“So now what?” Reets asked.

Caryn looked at her lover, knowing how hard it was for her to even say this much. “It depends on what you want, love?”

Myn broke in, “There’s no reason to make any decisions. Right now we are two couples who happen to enjoy each others’ company. Rita, I really am attracted to you, but Sally is the love of my life. Her handling this proves it! Caryn, I’m not sure if you and Rita have a similar relationship, but I think you are heading in that way. I mean, you and Sal set us up knowing something was going to happen. It might have been explosive!”

“Oh I think it was explosive!” Sally chimed in.

“Oh shut up!” came three voices nearly in unison.

“I just think you are all taking this too seriously. Myn, are you going to be having an affair with Rita behind Caryn’s and my backs?” “Of course not?”

“Rita?”

“No!”

“So that means you will be having one in front of us; which means we need to be thankful we have a very large bed!”

Caryn giggled and Reets looked at her. “Baby it beats the floor in a cheap motel during Spring Break!” Reets had to smile at the memory of the first time they made love.

Sally was the first to move. She held out a hand to Caryn, which surprised both Myn and Reets. “You three have been so wrapped up in yourselves that you forgot there was a 4th person involved here. And this person wanted to kiss mini-Myn here since I first saw her.” She said it with such an engaging grin. Caryn took her hand, much like Reets had downstairs. There was no preamble, no dancing, Sally pulled Caryn in close and just looked at her face for what felt like forever. Myn for the first realized something Sally had mentioned; about how much she and Caryn resembled each other. She never really saw it until she saw Caryn in Sally’s arms. Sally didn’t always notice, but their first night together, they had hugged and Myn caught sight of the two of them in a large mirror. She treasured that memory and to see it nearly re-enacted in front of her was surreal as well as sexy as hell.

Pretty face

After finishing those gummy bear pancakes that Terian made for dinner, it was now time for bed. Gummy bear pancakes for dinner? Well, Belinda never cared since Terian was as playful as ever.

At nine o’clock at night, the atmosphere of their bedroom was filled with laughter and naughty groans as Belinda was trying to embarrass Terian.

Terian dearly loved the feel of her girlfriend’s lips tugging gently on her clitoris, she laughed merrily as she covered her face with the pillow. Terian loved playing hiding games, especially since she never wanted her girlfriend to see her having an orgasm. She hated Belinda seeing her “orgasm face.”

“Terian, show me your pretty face,” Belinda pulled on the plump pillow.

Terian screamed in response and quickly rolled onto her stomach.

Knowing this was going to be playtime, Belinda had to just briefly remove her glasses and pop them on the nightstand situated beside the bed.

Laying on top of Terian’s back, Belinda lifted her leg and attempted to pinch the swollen walnut of her clitoris. This, of course, made the little fairy scream for her dear Belinda. Licking up a bead of sweat from the blonde girl’s cheek, Belinda purred as she rubbed Terian’s clitoris.

All of a sudden, Terian pushed Belinda trabzon escort onto her back so that now she was the dominant queen of them all. The blonde girl reached down and grabbed Belinda’s breasts, just kneading into them. Her breasts were much bigger than Terian’s, thus Terian liked to take advantage of the big squishy feel.

Belinda, not taking kindly to the squishes, proceeded to tickle Terian under the armpits and the blonde fairy giggled so much. She laid down, no breath of space between their chests, as she nuzzled her face into Belinda’s shoulder whilst laughing.

“You’ll never conquer me, baby girl,” Belinda told Terian.

Without much of an answer, Belinda cuddled Terian until the two of them fell asleep.

Cheeky devil

Snapping her eyes open at eight o’clock in the morning was never an unusual time for Belinda, although she preferred the nights and waking up around noon. Terian had work in an hour, and that’s why Belinda was up so early.

“Morning, Terian, I’ll whip us up some breakfast,” Belinda beamed as she planted a kiss onto Terian’s cheek.

Terian just groaned in response, slowly waking up.

Cracking eggs into a frying pan, Belinda kept those eggs sizzling all whilst she popped two slices of bread into the trabzon escort bayan toaster.

Upon making her wife a cup of green tea, Belinda purposely rubbed the walnut of her clitoris and aimed those squirting juices into Terian’s tea. Will she notice the peculiar taste? Well, they were partners in crime for a reason…

“Here, eggs on toast and some tea,” Belinda set the breakfast tray beside the lamp on the nightstand.

As soon as the tray hit the nightstand, Terian shot up and immediately dived into her breakfast.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” Belinda blew Terian a kiss before moving on into the other room.

She loved egg on toast; it was her favourite breakfast ever. It was so simple and yet the two ingredients work so well together. Belinda took her first bite, though she decided to add a bit of pepper afterwards.

About a few minutes into her grub, Belinda felt a naughty hand slip into the bra of her nightdress.

“Mmm, what did you put in my tea, babe?”

“Nothing, babe. Why?”

Oh, Terian loved it when Belinda’s nipples instantly hardened once she ran her thumb over them. Terian squeezed onto one of Belinda’s nipples — hard — and she knew Belinda was lying about her tea.

“Are you sure you never escort trabzon added a bit of flavour to it? Like, I don’t know, your pussy juice?”

“You’ve got work at nine, babe, you don’t want to be late.”

Oh, but Terian was never stupid!

When Belinda was sipping onto her own tea, Terian spread Belinda’s silky legs apart and hoisted her onto the counter. Terian bent down a bit and went on to lick Belinda’s anus and clitoris.

“Gosh, Terian,” Belinda spat her tea back into the mug.

The naughty blonde lifted Belinda’s nightdress to expose her butt and lower back.

Sucking onto Belinda’s clit, Belinda already felt an orgasm coming on over this cheeky devil. Belinda leaned over on the counter she was parked on, hand on the cooker with the other latched onto the edge of the counter beside the fridge.

Even on this chilly morning, Belinda felt herself beginning to sweat in only a thigh-high nightdress. She felt herself sweat underneath her arms and down her back.

Terian ran her tongue over the walnut of Belinda’s vulva, all whilst nudging only an index finger into the woman’s anus.

“Babe, I need to get down!”

It wasn’t long until she squirted over the counter, and there was now vaginal fluids dripping from the worktop. The minute Belinda got down, though, she gripped Terian’s hair and guided her towards the puddle on the counter’s surface.

“Lick it up!” Belinda ordered the naughty nymph.

Watching her girlfriend dip her tongue into the mess, the blonde girl lapped it all up in no time.

Blue and I are on our way to town, (not to be confused with tomorrow’s trip to the city) The town is 50 miles from home. The city is 300 miles. I don’t dress hotly when we go to town. Everyone knows me there as a leader of charity… I can’t go to town looking hot.

To town, I usually wear loose-fitting jeans and an UN-flattering t-shirt. Blue says I look sexy anyway… I disagree and try not look that way. We ride to town in the third seat of a Suburban SUV with a soundproof privacy partition and there are no windows back there.

My baby usually has my pants undone before we leave the driveway… and her tongue in my mouth before we’ve gone a single mile…

My fantasy takes over… a fetish because it makes me hotter than hell!

I was genetically created in a petri dish per Blue’s specifications, all of which involved being her hot lover who can’t keep my hands off her, but when she’s not busy, it works both ways and she’s always hot for me.

Blue parted our kiss only a little and spoke with our lips almost touching, her hot breath on my mouth…

“Why does riding in this thing make me so fucking hot for you?”

I had my hand under her dress, stroking her inner thigh.

“Hmmmm… maybe because I was bred to MAKE you hot for me?

“Could be, but I think it’s those jeans you’re wearing. I think they tell me I shouldn’t have you right now.”

“I hate wearing clothes. Hate it. I feel constricted. I wasn’t born with clothes… I wasn’t sent to you with clothes on and I can’t wait to get out of them! And what?!?! My jeans… talk to you?”

I felt her lips smile against mine…

“You know what I mean. Something… well… prohibitive about them.”

I was slumped way down, my body laid back. I pulled her on top of me and held her ass…

“Interesting. Does baby feel “prohibited” right now?”

Blue lapped at my lips with her tongue…

“No. Baby does not. Baby gets to have you whenever she wants, and you know what? Baby wants.”

Blue was breathing harder… I pulled her lip with both of mine while unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I took her hand and slid it inside so she could feel my pussy throbbing, beckoning her… she could feel my swollen butterfly outer lips quivering against her hand, teasing her fingers…

I spoke into her open mouth, looking right into her eyes…

“Feel how hot I am for baby? How dripping wet I am? Pleeeeeeeeeease let me suck your pussy? Please?”

I pulled her dress to her waist and held her ass, teasing my finger down between her cheeks.

Blue’s mouth attacked mine… I opened my mouth and whimpered for her tongue… she gave it to me and I opened my mouth wider, letting her tongue fuck it’s way to my throat…

My finger was sliding around the center of her ass and her pussy was soaking my thigh through my jeans.

Blue bit my neck… oh wow… she was on fire… her pussy needed me…

“Oooooohhhhhh… I think baby needs a good tongue-fucking! Would you like your slutty fucktoy to take care of your pussy, sweetheart?”

Blue urgently pulled my jeans off me… I’m not sure why… she was the one getting fucked. She DOES prefer me naked, whatever we’re doing.

I wriggled my ass to help her and she tossed them aside, then quickly straddled my thigh… she put her hands on my shoulders and started fucking herself on my smooth thigh while I held her hips and looked in her eyes. She gripped my shoulders and ground her pussy hard on me, her juices flowing on my thigh… trabzon escort

I patted the seat on both sides of me. “Climb up here and give your sweet pussy to me… let me suck you and devour you… “

Blue squealed with delight and eagerly put her knees on the seat, putting her hands on the back of the seat… I slid down under her pussy and put my hands under her ass…

“Now, just relax and I’ll hold you, baby… feed your pussy to your slutty bad girl and I’ll suck you real good!”

I lowered Blue to my face and roughly grabbed her pussy with my wide-open mouth, sucking her large, swollen outer lips into my mouth… Blue screamed!

“Fuck!… Sunny!… Fuck YES!”

I sucked her mercilessly…

“Sunneeeeeeeeeeee! Eat me good!”

I fucked my tongue HARD into her while sucking her, fucking her as deep as I could…

“SUNNY! FUCK! CUMMING!

I held firmly to Blue’s ass as an earthquake overtook her! Her body was rocked hard by a tremendous orgasm! I kept sucking her as LOTS of her hot, sweet cum flowed into my mouth…

“SUNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!… YES!… FUCK YES!!

I sucked all of Blue’s cum into my mouth, gulping down every drop… fuck!… it felt so good going down my throat and into my tummy!

Blue rode my mouth till the very end, then gasped and fell over onto her back… oh my goodness… she looked so beautiful, I wanted to do it all over again! Then, she saw the sign saying three more miles to go…

“We’ll be the re in under two minutes, Sunny… we’d better get ourselves together!”

“Damn. Clothes back on???”

Blue laughed at that.

“Yes, my love. Clothes back on. Don’t worry, we’ll go back home soon… then we’ll be naked again! And baby? TRY to be a good girl in town? Try?”

I pouted at her…

“Well… okay… but when we go to the big city, I will NOT be a good girl. I wasn’t created to be a good girl… I was created to be your bad girl!”

She just smiled at me and kissed me. Oh… I had plans for the ride home from town.

Her panties will be soaked and she’ll be dying to fuck me…

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We got back in the SUV for the ride home. Blue closed the privacy partition… I think she knew I was up to something… and I was.

I immediately started to remove my clothes. I HAD to get out of them. Blue was already busy with something on her computer. It was clear, she was afraid I would get her turned on…

“Uh… Sunny… please leave your clothes on?”

I had my shirt off… no bra, so my breasts were free. I was just about out of my jeans… I wriggled my hips and slid them down…

“Nope. These clothes have to go. I hate clothes… you know that, baby.”

“Just for the ride home?”

“No… sorry… my pussy is waaaaaaay too wet and turned on for clothes!”

“Oh Sunny… no… don’t do this right now… oh fuck… “

I spread my legs with her watching, smiled at her and held a handful of my hair, stroking my pussy with it… Blue could see how wet I was. I slid my finger through my pussy, brought it to my mouth and sucked on it…

“Aaaaaawwww… does that make my baby wet for me?”

“Fuck, Sunny! You know it does!”

I draped one leg over her lap… I took her hand and slid one of her fingers inside me… I looked at her through my bangs…

“Don’t worry, my love… when we get home, your baby will suck-fuck you till you can’t take any more, okay?”

“Yes! Make me cum a lot! trabzon escort bayan Now, ya better put your clothes back on. We’re almost home, and you can’t get out and walk to the door, naked in front of our detail.”

I giggled…

“I sure can! Watch me… and I’m sure they’ve seen naked women before. Seen one, you’ve seen them all, right?”

“Well, no… that’s… not how it works, no.”

We got home and I hopped out, tossed my hair back and pranced in ahead of her. She traded apologetic looks with our detail and came in behind me…

“Sunny, my dear, sometime, we’ll have a chat about modesty, propriety and things like that.”

I wasn’t interested… my pussy was throbbing… my inner thighs were soaked. I held her hips and roughly/playfully put her against the wall… I pinned her there with my body and pounced my lips onto hers, my tongue fucking her mouth…

I took her hands and put them in my hair, then lifted her dress and shoved my thigh against her pussy… I raised my knee and planted it against the wall and lifted her body so all her weight had her pussy resting on my thigh…

“SUNNY! FUCK YES! FUCK ME!”

She leaned down and kissed me hard, fucking my throat with her tongue… I purred loudly for her, then lowered my knee, letting her down. I slid to my knees and she spread her legs for me… I tucked my head under her dress and tore her panties off with my teeth, then drove all eight inches of my tongue into her… she fucking SCREAMED!

“FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME, SUNNY!”

Still with her against the wall, I rammed my tongue deep into her, her juices flowing into my mouth and down my throat… in and out of her, my tongue fucked her relentlessly… then, she pulled my hair harder and came in a shuddering, screaming, earth-shaking orgasm! I kept tongue-fucking her and let her cum flow down my body… fuck! I loved it!

Then her legs collapsed under her and she fell, but with me holding her as she went down, my hand behind her head to protect her. I rolled onto my back while holding her so she could lie on top of me… I caressed her back in long strokes from her shoulders to her ass…

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… “

“Well… you’re alive!”

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh… “

I caressed her some more, kissing the top of her head and rubbing my face in her hair, then I sat up with her on top of me. I held her ass and stood, holding her ass with her legs wrapped around me.

Oh, she was worn out…

“Sunny… bed… please, baby.”

I carried her to bed and removed the rest of her clothes… she was already asleep when I pulled the covers over us and wrapped her with my body, lovingly holding her to my breasts to make her feel forever loved and cherished if she wakes…

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I woke in the middle of the night, and Blue’s breath was on my neck… instantly, my pussy was throbbing and wet!

My leg was between her thighs… I slid my smooth thigh to her already swollen pussy… her juices ran over my thigh, soaking me…

Hmmmmmm… maybe she was dreaming…

I had strong urge to suck her and fuck her with my tongue, to have all her hot cum sliding down my throat and filling my tummy… I wanted to drive her crazy while she slept, perhaps adding to her dream…

Well? That’s what Blue told the lab when she had them create me… to make me ALWAYS want her? To make me want to be her hot, slutty nympho who was ALWAYS hot for her pussy, right?

Hell escort trabzon yes… and right now, I was wide-awake and my pussy was on fire…

Hmmmmm… should I use the special mental talent on her the lab gave me? The one they told me to tell her about as a surprise for her? I decided no… I wanted her awake for that. She’ll LOVE it! I hope…

For now, I was thrilled to have her juices sliding down my thigh, burning my pussy and soaking it, mixing hotly with my own juices…

She needed her sleep and I chose not to wake her.

I got on my hands and knees, straddling her without touching her and fucked myself to DEATH, throwing my hair back and cumming all over her body as she soundly slept… my orgasm was so fucking intense and my cum flowed and flowed from me, soaking her breasts and her tummy!

I always cum a LOT! (Most of you know that. That’s not fantasy, that’s real… and no squirting)

I shook my bangs from my face and laid my body beside hers… I gently turned her on her side and wrapped myself around her, holding her wet body against mine, wanting all of her against all of me…

My pussy was still throbbing… sooooooo deliciously sloppy-wet, my cum still oozing from between my quivering butterfly lips.

Still, Blue slept.

With my cum from my shuddering orgasm now soaking her pussy, she slept.

FUCK, I wanted her!

Carefully so as not to wake her, I rolled her onto her back…

In her dream-sleep, she spread her legs and I slid down between them, watching her for signs of waking up… there were none. I wanted to eat her really, really good and make her cum in her sleep, making it feel like a delightful dream…

I slipped my arms under her legs and slid my tongue along her inner thighs, taking in her intoxicating scent of hot sex and musk oil… ooooohhhhh… oh fuck… it made me sooooooo fucking hot to belong to her, to be her possession…

Watching her, I rubbed my wet lips on her clit… her body shook just a little and she whimpered in her sleep…

I slid my long tongue very, very slowly inside her, watching her breathing deepen… though still sleeping, her back arched and she squealed softly… her hands wove her fingers into my hair and she purred and whimpered in her sleep…

“Oooooooohhhhh… Sunny… yes, my baby… “

Oh, she was going to cum very quickly and easily… I decided to go for it…

I withdrew my tongue, slipped my finger into her and took her hard, swollen clit between my lips…

“SUNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! FUCK, YES!”

Still sleeping and dreaming a hell of a dream, she grabbed my hair and SCREAMED when I sucked her clit into my mouth and attacked it with my tongue… my finger swirled circles around the walls of her hungry pussy… her body spasmed violently and she came and came!

“SUNNEEEEEEEEEEEE! FUCK ME! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK!!”

Her orgasm passed and I slowly… gradually backed off on her, letting her clit gently slip from my mouth. Oh my goodness… she was so sexy and hot!

I had held my hand so all her cum flowed into it… I got on my back and spread it on my body, loving every hot bit of it! I reached over to the nightstand and got our bottle of musk and dabbed a LOT of it all over myself, and all over her…

Then, I held her in my arms and cuddled her to me, giving her lots of I-love-you kisses on her cheek before falling contentedly back to sleep…

Tomorrow, we leave for the city. Could I behave myself and be a good girl? Impossible… I wasn’t created with any concept of being a good girl, no knowledge of how to go about it… and no desire for it…

Part Two coming soon…

Thank-you for reading!

My love to all,

Sunny

© 2017 Sunny Johansen

It was still morning around ten thirty when our taxi reached the dock. Rob unloaded the back of the taxi and Terry paid for the ride smiling at me the whole time. I felt like a little girl when she looked at me. I walked over and started to take some luggage and walk to where our ship was to be docked with Terry by my side. We were looking for the ship Essex’s and didn’t see it anywhere. So Terry went to the office to find out where the ship was docked at and came back and told me that Essex’s had temporally changed their name for the holiday since we were getting closer to Halloween. I looked at her and said, ” And what in names god did they change it to?” She looked at me and looked over and pointed to a ship down the dock and I looked over and read “Autumn Terror.” Oh my god, I started to laugh, “don’t you think they are going a bit to far?” Terry started to laugh and started telling me that the whole ship was decked already in Halloween garb and that everyday was going to be based on holloween.

I thought to myself, great that is all I needed a horror ship. We started walking towards Autumn Terror and the closer I got to the ship the more I got this feeling of dread coming over me to the point I was feeling ill. Terry looked over and noticed that I was not doing well and she said in a calm reassuring voice, “Hon, don’t worry we will have fun and besides you’ll be with me.” Terry was beaming from ear to ear and was full of excitement over having a whole week of Halloween feast going on. We finally made it to the ship and started to board it going up a long covered ramp and stepping on to the ship was like stepping into the twilight zone. Halloween decorations every where. Even the crew was wearing customs. One of the crew approached us and greeted us aboard and looked at our tickets and directed us to our rooms. I started thinking, thank god I and Terry have separate rooms on the cruise. I was hoping she would meet a man or another woman so I could just relax and be myself. But then again, I was starting to like being dominated over at least just a little.

We finally walked half the ship when we saw the opening to go into and was greeted by another crew member. The doctor dressed up as a mad surgeon. Now that really turned me off and scared me a little bit. Great a doctor with a weird sense of humor is all I needed on this trip. I just hope I don’t get ill at anytime and need his help. As we approached him he announced he was the ships doctor and his name was Ralph. “Well, Ralph,” Terry said, ” could you tell us the way to our rooms so we can get settled in?” Ralph took our tickets and looked at them for the room number and pointed down the hall to the left. “Great rooms ladies,” Ralph smiled, hope you enjoy your cruise here on Autumn Terror.” I tried to smile and said, “I am sure we will.” We started walking down the hall that Ralph had just directed us too and I noticed that all the doors had 666 – 1 and so on. “Ah, Terry,” my voice now sounding like a silly girl, have you noticed that all the doors are marked with 666 and then the room number”? “What, are you superstitious about that number, Leanne”? I looked at her and she had noticed I was not impressed with what she said. We finally made it to our rooms. Terry winked at me and kissed me on the cheek and I looked around to see if anyone was looking which no one else was in the hall and she said, “I’ll be over to see you in a while love,” and she went to her room next door and went in and shut the door behind her. I kind of let a sigh of relief out that she didn’t want to come in my room with me. I opened the door with the key they had sent with the ticket and I was surprised. The room was so big. I walked in and it was just like having a big apartment. The place was lush with expensive furniture in the living and big mirrors all over and even a big television and a stereo. I look around and notice there were flowers all over the livening and then I noticed a door over by the television set and I walked over thinking it might be a closet but it was a little kitchen behind the door, I turned to shut the door and walked across the living room into the bedroom and found a lush feather bed and all the wood was solid oak and more flowers. I finally picked a card and read it and I was surprised it read:

My dearest Leanne

You are the joy of my life. I’m so glad we are together for this journey and I will always be here for you.

Yours always,

Terry

I started to think if she had planned all this from the start. But right now all I wanted to do was to get my things put away and just rest for a while after being up early in the morning. I started putting things away and notice that in the suit case that Terry was in was a small box. I stared at the box for a while and then opened the little gray box and in it was a silver bracelet with Terry’s name on it. I just hope this was a phase she was going through. I put the box on the dresser and left it there not giving marmaris escort it any thought to finish putting away my clothes and shoes when I heard Terry in the living room. What the hell I said, “How did you get in here?” I walked over to the bedroom door and looked at her. “I came in through the other door, ‘she smiled. “What other door”? “Our kitchen join together,” Terry replied. “What”? I said surprised. “Sure,” Terry said, “we have a kitchen we have to share.” I thought to myself maybe I should have taken a closer look at the kitchen and make sure to lock my door next time. Terry hadn’t changed yet but from out of no where she said,”you’re not thinking of locking the door are you”? As if she was reading my mind. “Who me, would I do that”? Trying to smile at her. Terry drew closer to me and I became uptight all of a sudden. “Terry, please, I am trying to figure out what happend the is morning between us and deal with it.” Terry stopped in her track and said in a kind and understanding voice,”Oh, I can understand that love, but don’t feel bad about what happened we both enjoyed it and we have all week to enjoy it again.” I looked down at the floor and said in a low voice,”I just want some time to myself right now.” “Okay,” Terry said, “that is no prob. I want to check out the ship anyway, I’ll come back and check on you later, as she winked at me and turned to leave the front door.

I felt some relief and started to relax a little. I decided to take a shower and change into something comfortable and lay down for a while. I had never slept in a feather bed before and this felt real good. I kept getting the feeling I was being watched but didn’t know from where. I must have fallen to sleep cause when I woke up I looked out the port and it was dark outside. I must have been tired. I got up nice and refreshed I notice the silver bracelet was on my wrist. I don’t remember putting it on I thought to myself. I’m sure I didn’t put it on. I got up out of bed and walked into the living in my silk nighty and noticed Terry was waiting for me at the bedroom door before I had a chance to say anything she took me gently by the arm and lead me to the dinning room where she had dinner all set up and candle lights going. I was surprised and shocked all at the same time. She walked me over to the chair and pulled it out and sat me down and pushed it in gently under the table and poured us both white wine before she sat down.

“I don’t know what to say but thank you for having dinner ready.” Terry looked at me and smiled. “No problem love, I had room service deliver. I knew you were tired so I let you sleep.” It was actually a perfect dinner set up with London broil steak, baked potato and a salad, all my favorite things to eat. I could feel Terry’s feet under the table caressing mine. Terry proceeded to tell me about the day she had on the ship and the people she meant on the ship. By the time she got done telling me her exciting day we were finished with dinner. Terry kept trying to touch my hand the whole time and I kept trying to pull away. Terry got up and came over and helped me up and she put her arm around me and planted a kiss on me as if she missed me something fierce. We walked into the living and sat on the plush lavender couch and Terry leaned over and kissed me again on the neck this time. “I really missed not having you with me today to explore the ship,” she said in a low soft voice. My body started to quiver from the kiss on my neck. I didn’t know whether or not she felt my body quiver but I had to ask her. “Terry,” trying to be stern, “what are we doing?” “What do you mean, what are we doing,” she replied. “This is just a fling isn’t it”? “A fling! I doubt that Leanne.”

Terry moved to the table in front of me and sat down in front of me hold my hands and rubbing them. She looked into my eyes and in a soft and low voice said, “Don’t you get it?” I looked at her and notice she was looking at me in away a man would look at me if he were in love with me. “I have loved you for years, Leanne and I finally have a chance to show just how much I love you and adore you. Sure I can’t offer you a dick but I can offer you so much more, baby.” She knelt in front of me spreading me legs apart. She started rubbing my thighs and hips. “Sweet pea, I know you have never experienced another woman before and I understand you have reservations about this but I can do for you what not man can do for you and love like no man can love you.” I sat there looking at her and listening to every word she said. “But, what was all that about the house this morning then”? I said in disgust. “Leanne, come on now. How long have we’ve known each other and how many secrets and stories have we told each other. I know you all to well. You want to be dominated over and you enjoy being dominated over.” “Terry, this may be true,” I added, “but by a man not a woman.” “Really,” Terry said in a sly and devious voice. “How would you know if you like it or not by a woman if you haven’t tried marmaris escort bayan it.” She made some sense but I never thought of it that way. I could feel my head shake yes, as giving some credence to what she had just said. “Don’t worry sweet pea, I know how you like it,” this wicked grin came over her face. After all these years I thought to myself, she knows me all to well. I sat there for a while just thinking when all of a sudden I felt my hand being guided behind me and something cold wrapped around them and a click.

Before I could say anything a ball was being placed in my mouth with a hole in the middle. I didn’t know what was going on. Terry could see the fear in my eyes and feel it. I was sure she could. She walked into the kitchen and left me sitting on the couch. All I could think of was I was in for trouble and I didn’t know how to get out of it. What next, was she going to kill me. All kinds of thoughts came in my head when Terry came back from the kitchen in a white silk robe and a paddle in her hand. My eyes filled with terror, what in the hell was she going to do with it. I was going to be beat, I knew I was but didn’t know why. My heart was racing and Terry came over and helped me off the couch. I struggle a little when she swung me over a bar stool and strapped me to it. My face facing the floor and my ass up in the air. She raised the chair so my feet wouldn’t be touching the floor. I was scared to death. She parted her robe so that a dick fell out of it. I couldn’t believe my eyes, she had a strap on, on her. She stood next to me rubbing my ass and said,”baby, this is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you, but it’s for your own good.” I started to struggle on the barstool but it was no good she had me strapped to it tightly. All I could do was mumble through this device she had in my mouth. I tried to plead with her but with no veil. I felt her hand on my back and then it happened. I felt the leather whip come down on my ass. I felt the stinging it gave me. “See, honey, you should have been with me instead of being in your room. You’re a bad little girl.” Another hit to my ass but this time it was harder then the first. My legs started to kick from the pain and because I just wanted to get up and away from what punishment she was going to give me. With every whip to my ass, I could her count one, two, three, etc. And each hit became harder and harder. Tears started to run down my face. My body was starting to tighten with each smack she dealt me.

“From now on sweet pea, you go where I go, won’t you”? I tried to say yes but found I couldn’t with this thing in my mouth. Another slap to my ass. My legs kicking for what it was worth. “Just remember, I love you and that I will always love you, it is just that you have to learn.” Slap again. “You go where I go, don’t you sweet pea”? She said. I shook my head yes. “Good, now that we understand each other things will be better now won’t they”? Terry stood there and when I didn’t answer her she whacked me again to the count of ten. “I asked you a question answer or get another whack.” I shook my head yes. “Good, girl,” she said, “see your figuring out your place in this relationship aren’t you?” I shook my head yes as fast as I could so I wouldn’t be beaten anymore. “Good, good,” she whispered. I was crying and sobbing but couldn’t yell for help or tell her to stop at any time. I hadn’t noticed but she had moved behind me and I felt the stool being lifted up and down with the foot peddle on the floor. My ass hurt so bad. I thought I was bleeding. OH MY GOD, I thought to myself she has that strap on, on. She wouldn’t after the beating she gave me, I thought. Or would she. I felt the dildo hit it’s spot near my snatch. I felt her silk robe draped across my back and her left hand touching my left shoulder. “Baby, I want you so bad, you know that don’t you”? I started to fling my legs trying to hopefully get her out from between my legs. I started shaking my head no. I couldn’t believe what she was doing to me. I felt the dildo start to penetrate my snatch and feeling the pain of my beaten ass. Her right hand came across my back to my right shoulder and I could feel her pushing the dildo into my snatch. I started screaming from pain but no one could hear me. My legs bending up to me knees I started lashing with them. I was fighting harder to get off the stool that I was tied too. And with all the struggle I did it was to no avail. I was held to that stool stead fast.

Terry getting a rhythm going and I could hear her start to moan with excitement as she thrusted the dildo into me. I realized I was moaning right along with her. Between the pain and the ecstasy I was feeling. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying all this. My moans muffled. I felt Terry’s hands on my hips thrusting to and fro. “Oh baby,” she moaned with delight, “who loves you, baby. I told you I loved you.” The thrust where steady and even. “The spanking was for your own good, baby. So that you know what escort marmaris you did wrong and that you won’t do it again.” I shook my head yes. Moaning with absolute delight. My body starting to quiver with excitement I never had known before. The thrust were steady and slow but picked up just a bit. A little deeper she made the dildo go in my snatch and as she did I felt my body yarning for it all. I wanted her to screw the hell out of me to make me scream with ecstasy. Moaning and gasping for air I found myself really wanting her. I hadn’t known what I was missing before in all my other relationships before. My snatch taking it in, palsating waiting and yarning for her to make me cum. Was it possible that a man couldn’t give me this or was it the fact that I didn’t trust anyone to do this to me. And yet, I trusted her of all people. I could hear her moaning in wild passion as her grip got tighter around my hips her thrust became faster and the dildo deeper and deeper. I my body started to tense up from the shear ecstasy of it all and I started to scream. I had never felt any mans cock go that far into me before. Faster and faster her thrust became and my snatch getting wetter and hotter. Taking it all in, every dam bit of it she had to give me. “Oh,” Terry moaned in sweet ecstasy, “cum for me baby” she gasped for air “cum and meet your daddy, little girl,” she moaned. My body starting to twitch from the shear pain and ecstasy I was feeling. Then I felt a hand whack my ass. “Cum for me, baby, come meet your daddy,” she said with excitement in her voice. My moans and screams muffled. My body twitching and wanting to exploded. Smack, again on my ass. The pain was shear heaven. Her thrusts faster and deeper. She was becoming more intense in what she was doing to me. And then it happened, I exploded with shear and utter ecstasy. I was cuming and could not stop. OH YES! I heard her say, “Cum to papa” she still thrusting and moaning herself. I felt she was cuming at the same time I was. “Oh, baby,” she gasped for air, “you’re so good, baby.” I kept cuming and cuming over and over again. I had never experienced this before. I felt her body on my back resting on me and breathing hot and heavy. “Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” I heard the clicks of the cuffs on my wrist loosen and then come off and the gag loosen and come off as well. I was still tied to the stool with Terry laying on me, still in me.

My hands free now dropped in front of me. My mouth hurt from the gag being in for so long. And yet somehow I didn’t mind it. I heard myself saying in between gasps of air, “oh, that was so good.” My ass still throbbing with pain. Terry pulled out slowly and she did something I couldn’t see her but I felt this cool cream being put on my ass. It seemed to ease the pain a little. “See, baby, I take good care of my little girl, now don’t I”? I remembered what happened before when she asked me a question and I was quick to answer. “Yes,” with excitement and ecstasy in my voice. “So, tell me baby, did you enjoy yourself tonight”? I looked over with complete and utter lust and said, “Yes, I did, very much,” my voice sounded like a little girl wanting more ice cream. Terry stood in front of me and I noticed the strap on was off her crouch almost in my face as she started to untie me. I could smell the juices we created together. Once the rope was loose from around me and the stool I slowly edge my way back and off sliding off the stool as the stool was not lowered and my feet were still dangling above the floor. I looked over at Terry and noticed her satisfying smile she had on her face. She then came over and swept me off my feet and my hands around her neck she walked over and sat on the couch, gently lowering me to her lap. Gently she whisked my long reddish hair out of the way of my eyes and said, “You know I love you don’t you?” I shook my head yes and started kissing her passionately with my tongue in her mouth tasting every inch of her. Her arms around held me closer to her as she responded back. I started sucking her tongue, messaging it with mine. My hands caressing her face. I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before. I realized what I was feeling and I jumped up off Terry now standing in front of her. She held my wrist in her right hand. She looked up at me with her loving eyes and lustful smile.

“So, your starting to feel things are you are”? I shook my head yes. “Terry, this is going to take me some time to get use to,” I said in sweet low voice. “I don’t know what is happening here. I never thought of myself as being with another woman.” I started to tremble slightly not knowing how Terry would react to what I just said to her. “Don’t worry baby, ” her voice low and soft, “I’ve been there myself at one time.” Terry started to stand up and kissed me on the check and led me into the bedroom where the covers where already turned down. She whispered in my ear, “sleep on your stomach, Hon, that way you won’t be in a lot of discomfort tonight.” She put me in the bed and covered me up and sat on the bed next to me. Stroking my long reddish hair. “You sleep now, I’ll be back to check in on you later.” She bent over and gave me a kiss and turned to leave.

Note: The first four chapters are filed under Novels but in hope of finding a larger audience, I am starting to post under Lesbian. Do read the first four chapters first and feel free to comment! x0x0x Alex.

*****

Barbara’s silicone cock felt so good inside my pussy, and she was masterful – or should I say Mistressful – in its use, finding my rhythm, bringing me to the brink, then pulling out gently, slowly, before pounding in again more forcefully than ever.

I had never experienced anything like it. How could I? Before today, the only things that had penetrated my cunt other than my hairbrush when I masturbated were my nasty stepfather’s cock and those of his middle-aged creepy buddies. Even Cheryl, whose lovely large tits had first introduced me to Sapphic joys, had only fingered my sex but not put anything more than her fingers inside me.

“That’s how it’s done, pet,” Barbara said, pulling out and removing her harness and the lovely S-shaped silicone dick. “Now it’s your turn.”

She showed me how to put it on and Doreen parted my pussy lips to allow Barbara to place the shorter end of the device in my cunt. Then Barbara lay on her back, beckoning me to straddle her and fuck her. Doreen meanwhile positioned herself over Barbara’s face, her pussy just over our mistress’s mouth. I began to push in and pull out as Barbara had done bursa evi olan escort to me, while Barbara licked Doreen’s slit and I went wild watching Doreen’s beautiful big boobies go flopping up and down in front of me.

Again I lost track of how many times we all came before we collapsed in sweaty delight.

“I’m an early riser, pet,” Mistress said, “but you can go back with Doreen to slut central for a nightcap. Just make sure I find you in my bed when I wake up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “And thank you.”

“You’re welcome, pet. Don’t stay up too late. I’m taking you shopping tomorrow for some proper clothes.

“As you command, Mistress,” I said. Doreen winked at me. I was getting the hang of this stuff. Like the whore I was to become, I was keenly aware of which side of my toast was buttered.

Doreen and I walked down the corridor to the sluts’ quarters. “That was just wonderful!” she exulted. “We’re going to be such great friends.” I held her hand and squeezed it.

The never-ending party was in full swing on our return. The chubby girl with large tits who had been mixing Bloody Marys earlier was sprawled, or passed out I’d say except she showed some signs of life when a pussy entered her mouth, on a cedar coffee table in the living room. Two little blonde sluts were laying down lines of coke altıparmak escort on her pussy lips that they then snorted up using glass tubes. They then sprinkled more coke on the chubby girl’s pussy and licked it up, giggling to themselves.

Alice, the small-titted slut Doreen had mentioned disparagingly, straddled the chubby girl’s mouth and lowered her cunt till the girl started sucking and licking it. Alice held a bottle of vodka in her hand and took giant swigs as she let her cunt be licked. She looked at me intensely.

“Would you like some wine?” Doreen asked. I said that would be nice, and she padded off into the kitchen to open a bottle. Alice sauntered over to the couch where I was sitting.

“So I see Floppy Tits has her claws in you. Well, I don’t know what Mistress sees in her, but she says I have a magic cunt. Wanna taste it, pet?” she snarled. I realized I needed to assert myself.

“First of all, I am not your pet. I am Mistress Barbara’s pet and you are just one of her many sluts. Second, I am quite fond of Doreen’s tits. And finally, I’d like you to get down on your knees and eat out my cunt so that when Doreen comes back with my wine, I can fondle her breasts while you get me off.”

Alice flushed but did as she was told. Doreen came back with two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon and a bottle, and I gulped down half a glass, put the glass down on a side table, and put my mouth to her boobs, letting wine drip down her tits and onto her belly. I poured some wine on my sex where Alice was licking me so she could have some too, and then poured the remainder of my glass down Doreen’s throat, kissing her on the neck and nibbling on her earlobes, all of which dripped wine from my lips.

Then I told Alice she could lick Doreen’s cunt. She flushed but moved over and did what I told her to do. I put my tongue in Doreen’s mouth and rubbed my small boobs over hers while she put her hand on my sex and began to stroke it. “Circles,” I said, letting her know how to make me come, and I let myself orgasm again and again.

It was hours later that I crawled into Barbara’s bed and it seemed only a few minutes later that light was streaming in the open windows and Barbara was standing over me, stirring a red concoction. “Oh my aching head,” I said. “What’s that?”

“Bloody Mary,” Mistress said. “The breakfast of champions. Vodka, tomato juice, tabasco, Worcestershire sauce, and spices. And one more thing.” She broke a raw egg into the glass, gave it a stir, and handed it to me. “Drink up and then shower and clean up,” she instructed. “We are going on a shopping spree to get my new pet some appropriate clothing.”

I drank the glass dry. The vodka went straight to my brain like an electric jolt. Then I went to the shower and washed off the sweat and wine and pussy juice that had drenched me last night. I wondered what my first full day as Mistress’s new pet would be like.

To Katie who read parts 1 & 2 and gently insisted she wanted more, this story is dedicated with love. Her word is my command.

* * * * *

The two sisters went out to the kitchen where a pizza and freshly poured glasses of red wine awaited them on the scrubbed pine table. Although Jennifer Armstrong was twenty-seven and Emily twenty-two, they were only permitted a single glass of wine each on special occasions. Their mother had retired early, saying she was not in the mood for smalltalk and, as she would be watching television in bed, they should be careful to make no noise to disturb her.

“Oh Mother, Mother – sometimes I really do hate her,” Emily said. She had auburn hair and pleasantly freckled skin and wore no makeup.. Jennifer had her hair pulled back in a severe bun and she also wore neither lipstick nor eye shadow, although Emily knew she could look quite glamorous when she got the chance.

“I told you she’d win,” Jennifer said, frowning slightly and blinking as she moved position on one of the kitchen stools.

“I had all the arguments,” Emily said. “I’d even spoken to Dr Mappamundi about it. It was she that urged me to give it a whirl. I mean, this is the twenty-first century, isn’t it?”

“Your Philosophy professor, right?” Jennifer said. “Still got a crush on her?”

Emily blushed.

“Oh no. Well, not really. I do like her, though. There’s this guy I’m seeing…was seeing, I suppose. I sort of… sort of though I might persuade Mommy to let me …”

“Sort of…. go out with him?” Jennifer said mockingly. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Emily said indignantly.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. You’ll just have to do it behind her back, is all,” Jennifer said.

“It’s time I moved out,” Emily said. “But she won’t hear of it. You’re so lucky.”

“You think so? Jennifer said, getting painfully to her feet.

She lifted her dress at the back and, below her sensible cotton pants, Emily could see her buttocks and upper legs looked angry and raw.

” Jennifer!” she said. “Why?”

“Jeff heard that I was looking at another man. It’s true, but I was only looking… we were at a church barbecue last week. It seems his wife isn’t allowed do even that. “And then,” she dropped her voice, “the bastard… he rang Mommy.”

“Oh my God. That’s terrible. I thought… when you got married.”

“No. Almost every time I’ve been here. I’ve been here for a reason. I was.. summoned here to-day for one of Mommy’s “discussions”.”

“Was it bad?” Emily asked.

“Bad enough,” Jennifer said. “I tried to argue my case, but you know how she is. She turned those blasted big eyes of hers on me and started talking in that low, very pleasant voice, demolishing all my arguments. I didn’t know what had happened until I was already over her knees. I can never make out whether I’m over her knees because she’s won the argument, or if it’s the other way around. To-day she..she used the b..b..brush on me,”

Jennifer began to weep and Emily got off her stool and went to her, holding her in her arms.

“How has she such power over us?” Jennifer said. “Why can’t we just walk away from her..She even chose my husband for me.”

“She’s so strong-minded,”Emily said.

” Is she not, well…. weird?”

“Hush, we shouldn’t say that. She is our mother. Hey, I’d love another glass of wine,” Emily said.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jennifer replied, sniffling, beginning to laugh through her tears. “Tell me about you.”

“Well, I’ve been involved in student campaigns with Dr Mappamundi.”

“Oh, you have eh? My, my, little Emily.”

“Yeah, Dr Mappamundi’s pretty liberal. She’s lived with a string of men over the years, but she’s also a militant feminist. Mommy’s not a feminist, is she?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Jennifer said. “Mom hates feminists. She says the only freedom they’ve won is the freedom to be exploited by men. Now women have to go out to work as well as raise kids.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Depends on your point of view,” Jennifer said. “Mom never went out to work and she’s worth twenty million.”

Their late father, during a hard-working lifetime in the engineering industry, had patented a couple of valve devices, which continued to deliver a substantial income.

This money would come to the girls in due course – If their mother believed them to have been dutiful daughters.

“At the moment,” Emily said, we’re organising a demonstration to gain admittance to a small men-only squash club.”

“What do you want to do that for?” Jennifer asked.

“We don’t,” Emily laughed. “Dr Mappamundi says women will have to be admitted to membership. The faculty will bend over backwards to be seen as politically correct.

They’ll have to spend plenty to put in women’s showers and rest rooms.”

“And..?”

“Then we’ll refuse to use the place anyway, because it’s too scruffy.”

“Brilliant,” Jennifer said scornfully. “Anyway, what’s this Dr Mappamundi like – apart from a bit nutty, by the sound of her?”””

“Oh, about thirty-five. Madly zonguldak escort attractive, dresses beautifully, blonde, Takes no shit from anybody.”

“So, if she’s so marvellous, how come your arguments went down like a lead balloon with Mommy?”

“Well, Mommy did most of the talking, of course. But I thought I had everything sort of worked out – Dr Mappamundi even rehearsed me in a sort of mock debate – she called it a Socratic Dialogue – and it worked all right with her, no matter what objections she threw at me. Dr Mappamundi said she was convinced.!”

“I’ll bet she was – listening to her own arguments.” Jennifer laughed.

“Oh,do shut up, Jenny ,” Emily said.

Jennifer laughed again and shook her head

“I knew I was getting nowhere with Mommy after only a few minutes,” Emily said ruefully “and then, when she said we’d finish the discussion with me across her knees, I knew I was finished. In about three minutes she had me undressed and I was jack-knifed across her knees, staring at the bloody carpet.”

“I can imagine the rest,” Jennifer said, standing up painfully “Hell, I don’t even have to imagine it.”

She carried their glasses and empty plates to the dishwasher.

“I have to be off early in the morning to get to work from here,” she said .”What are you going to tell Dr Mappamundi?”

“I don’t really want to tell her anything, the way things have turned out,” Emily said.I suppose I’ll just tell her that Mommy won the argument.”

“Well, that’s the way we usually describe it,” Jennifer said.

They knew their mother would be turning her light off at ten o’clock. Mrs Adams was a still handsome woman in her early fifties with short grey hair and a beautiful olive skin, which set off her deep brown eyes. She wore a pale blue nightdress with bootlace straps over her attractive shoulders and although Emily had never seen her mother naked, it was obvious through the thin nightdress that her breasts were softly full and beautiful. Mrs Armstrong had made it clear that she could have had affairs or been married a hundred times over if she had wished, but she decided to give all her attention to the upbringing of her two daughters.

Jennifer bent to kiss her mother, nuzzling into her soft neck.

“Good night. I’m sorry, Mummy.”

“Good night, Jennifer, dear.”

“Good night, Mummy, I want to apologise for my behaviour,” Emily said, bending to kiss her, her arms resting gently on her mother’s beautiful shoulders.

She would have loved to melt into her mother’s arms, but the only contact she ever had now with her mother’s body was when she was being punished. Her mother touched her lightly on the back and this was as near to an embrace as Emily could expect.

“Good night, Emily dear.”

Before turning into the driveway to her own house a couple of days later, Emily noticed where, two houses along, a removal van stood against the kerb and a table and washstand and a couple of kids’ bikes had been left on the lawn. This house was always rented and people came and went every few years. It was here her friend Bonny had once lived. A well-brought up child of impeccable parents who had moved in while their own house was being built, Bonny was allowed call to play with Emily when she was around twelve and Emily occasionally allowed to visit at Bonny’s house. Bonny was more boisterous than Emily and was just starting to go a little bit wild. Emily, who was feeling the first stirrings of rebellion, encouraged her. Later, Emily in her innocence let slip to her mother something that Bonny had told her with much giggling about snooping on the sex-life of her parents, a concept that had never even occurred to either Emily or, indeed, Jennifer. Mrs Armstrong acted decisively. Emily was punished, but not too severely. A phone call was made to Bonny’s mother who called for a long discussion, after which Bonny was handed over to Mrs Armstrong for punishment.. It was even suspected, between Emily and Jennifer, that Bonny’s pretty young mother received a practical demonstration of a spanking from Mrs Armstrong, who certainly felt that the girl’s mother was at least to some degree at fault for Bonny’s behaviour. When Bonny was eventually allowed to come again to play with Emily her demeanour was much less natural and her conversation as bland and guarded as that of a Stepford wife. One July day, when Mrs Armstrong was admiring Bonny’s patent leather shoes and beautifully starched cotton dress, Emily was unwise enough to say: “I’ll bet your Mom even puts starch in your underpants.!” Bonny was immediately requested to return home and Emily was instructed to follow her mother to her bedroom. After that day she and Bonny saw little of each other and a few months later Bonny’s family moved away.

The entrance hall of the Armstrong house was large and cold and full of dark, highly-polished furniture, brass urns and oil paintings that faded into the gloomy corners.

Against the wall stood four carved ivory elephants, the colour of stained teeth. Emily always thought of it as the sort of place where the remains zonguldak escort bayan of an archbishop might suitably lie in state. The maid, who was arranging chilly-looking waxy lilies on one of the hall tables told Emily, with a slight smile on her face, that she was wanted immediately in her mother’s bedroom. Emily’s mouth was dry as she climbed the stairs and knocked politely on the door.

After she received permission to come into the room, her mother said “Please face the wall Emily until I am ready.”

Emily’s throat constricted and her tongue flicked her dry lips. She was frightened.

What could have happened? Beside her Emily could see a plain, beautifully cut green dress lying on the bed. On top of the dress was a pale cream-coloured bra and a tiny pair of cream-colored panties, Black knee-length leather boots lay on the floor. She knew that dress, those elegant boots. Then she heard Dr. Mappamundi’s voice. It sounded broken and hoarse as though she had been crying.

“Emily,” a deep sob. Then Dr Mappamundi’s voice, still slightly veiled, but clear enough. “Emily, you…you must know the position I’m in.”

“Mother, what have you done?” Emily almost screamed, horrified, attempting to will herself to turn around, to confront her mother.

“Keep facing the wall, Emily,” her mother ordered in an dry voice.

“Dr Mappamundi,” Emily said. “Oh, Dr Mappamundi, I’m so sorry.I’m so ashamed.”

Part 2

Emily felt tears scald her eyes as she faced the wall. The wallpaper had never looked more hideous. Of course her mother would never allow her to look on a naked body, whether that of a man or woman. Mother quite logically explained the fact that Emily was almost always naked when she chastised her: the removal of every vestige of modesty increased the humiliation, and, after all, humiliation was the most essential part of the punishment, even more than the pain.

“You have been disobedient, Emily,” her mother’s husky, commanding voice came to her. “And Dr Mappamundi must suffer the consequences.

“No, Mommy, don’t say that, please, I beg you!!”

“But perhaps in the long run it’s for the best.”

There was a slight gasp and moan from Dr Mappamundi.

“Emily, where is Dr Mappamundi?” Mrs Adams asked “What position does she find herself in?”

“She …. Is she across your knees, Mummy?”

“Would you find that surprising, Emily?”

“Oh, Mommy, please let her go. Please don’t hurt her,” Emily was frantic with embarrassment.

“I think Dr Mappamundi can speak for herself,” her mother said.

“Emily, perhaps you’ll…you’ll feel I’ve let you down,” Dr Mappamundi said. “I came here to speak on your behalf. I confess I …I was somewhat disturbed over what you told me -about how your appeal to your mother had failed.”

In fact, Dr Mappamundi had been extremely scornful when Emily told her of her mother’s powers of argument. They were in Dr Mappamundi’s study at the university, Dr Mappamundi smoking a cigarette, her legs in these same elegant boots propped between two piles of books on the worn leather surface of her desk. Emily had tried to explain how her mother could argue a case most cogently, so that Dr Mappamundi had said with a mocking smile on her beautiful lips: “She sounds like a controversialist and logic-chopper of the highest order.”

This was unusually sarcastic, even for Dr Mappamundi. When asked what College her mother had attended, Emily had to admit that her mother had never been to university, but that she was very well read and informed.

“I have little time for auto-didacts,” Dr Knapp had said dismissively, crossing her elegant legs and lighting another cigarette. “Your mother’s opinions are outrageous and I have by no means decided that I shall not take this matter further.”

There was a dressing table to Emily’s left on which lay her mother’s modest cosmetics. It had a three-winged mirror. Emily dared take a glance at one of the mirrors, which was angled so that she could see her mother’s erect back. In the bright afternoon sunlight through the net curtains she could see Dr Mappamundi’s superb buttocks prominently exposed over her mother’s thighs. Exquisitely curved pale cream buttocks, unmarked as yet, but the blonde woman’s upper thighs were suffused with a painfully rosy flush. With another slight move of her head Emily could see how Dr Mappamundi’s right arm was twisted behind her back and gripped at the wrist by her tormentor.

“I’m so, so sorry, Dr Mappamundi,” Emily mumbled.

“And I so much wanted to meet your mother,” Dr Mappamundi went on. “So when she telephoned me..”

“Telephoned you?” Emily was terrified. So Mommy knew! Oh, Christ, she’d know about the demonstrations as well. And all Emily’s little acts of solidarity with the student body It was too horrible.

“I knew she must have a most interesting mind.” Dr Mappamundi went on. As indeed she has. We…We had a most civilised discussion “

There was a silence, while Emily grew more and more agitated.

“You are probably aware what stage we have reached.”

“Mommy escort zonguldak won the argument,” Emily said, then added despairingly, ” I know that you’re just winding up the discussion the way Mommy likes to do, but why are you… why are you in.. in that ..position?”

“In the discussion with your mother I certainly had not expected to lose the argument,” Dr Mappamundi said in her usual closely reasoned tones”

“You were the youngest Philosophy graduate in Lady Margaret Hall,” gushed Emily.

“Hold your tongue, Emily,” her mother interrupted.

There was a crack like a pistol shot and a cry of despair from Dr Mappamundi. Mo Mommy was obviously in possession of her ebony hair brush and had just made violent contact with the philosophical buttocks.

There were several minutes of gulping sobs, interspersed with pleadings for mercy from Dr Mappamundi, before she was able to continue in faltering tones.

“I was, of course, totally wrong in my assumption.”

“Yes, but…”Emily said, bewildered.

“Silence, Emily” her mother said with such a lemony twist of asperity in her voice that Emily’s fears for Mommy’s helpless prisoner were greatly increased. She was only too well aware how powerless you were over Mommy’s knees, your outer arm twisted behind your back and held firmly, with a half-turn to the wrist, a slight but utterly weakening twist which left you completely at her mercy. But then, you were already at her mercy, after she had droned on at you in her deep voice, staring into your eyes so that all resistance was drained out of you and you trembled to do her will.

“In view of my erroneous assumption,” Dr Mappamundi went on, “I had little difficulty in agreeing to a certain proposition of you mother’s.”

“Oh dear!” Emily said.

” She told me that you had eventually accepted her arguments when you made your case to her about your future plans.”

“Well, yes, that’s true. Mommy always wins her arguments with me.”

“She told me that she had chastised you and brought you to book.”

“Yes,” Emily said miserably, knowing what was coming.

“She asked me was I prepared to accept the same terms.”

“Oh God, no” wailed Emily.

“I made the mistake of assuming….. and it is one of my tenets that one should never merely assume… that she had chastised you verbally”

“Oh, Dr Mappamundi Emily said. “I’m so terribly sorry..”

“Your mother’s arguments were in fact irrefutable. She was logical, persuasive and cogent in her reasoning in a way that I, trained in argument, could only listen to in admiration. It was wonderfully well brought home to me how often the ordinary conservative Christian point of view is not well represented in argument nowadays, or goes by default.”

Emily felt so sorry for Dr Mappamundi, the way she was trying to butter Mommy up like this. Emily could have told her it was totally useless, that the punishment would continue no matter what she said, no matter how much she abased herself.

“One forgets” Dr Mappamundi went on, ” how cogent, how powerful this point of view, in fact, is. “

Three further staccato cracks, which Emily well knew by their sound were made directly by her mother on her victim’s buttocks brought a cry of outrage which gradually reduced to fresh pleadings for mercy and agitated but helpless sobbing.

“Get on with it, Dr Mappamundi,” the older woman ordered peremptorily.

“I didn’t know you were coming to see Mommy,” Emily wailed.

“Oh Emily, Emily,”Dr Mappamundi sobbed. “Why didn’t you warn me what your mother meant by “chastised” and “brought to book.” I have been “brought to book,” Emily. I should have been outraged when she ordered me to take off my dress, yet here I am naked and helpless across you mother’s knees. I have received the greatest thrashing of my life and you mother refuses to tell me how much more of the same I may expect.”

“Please, Mommy,” Emily begged again, “let her go now, she’s had enough..”

“I shall be the judge of that, Emily” her mother said tartly. “Now you may go to your room and prepare”

“My room?”

“You know what I mean, Emily. You have disobeyed me again. You did not convey my sentiments to Dr Mappamundi as I requested. Kindly repair to your room and remove your dress and underclothes and stand in the corner until I come for you.”

In her own bedroom Emily laid her dress carefully on her bed and a few seconds later her plain white bra and pants were folded neatly on top. She stood in the corner with her head bowed and her wrists crossed submissively behind her. It was cool, almost cold in the bedroom and only the carpet felt comforting under her bare feet. She could feel goose-pimples rising on her skin. She trembled. She could hear the dull buzz of voices, mostly her mother’s voice from the room next door, the crack of the hairbrush on Dr Mappamundi’s buttocks and her despairing cries.

Ten minutes later her mother entered the room and Emily could feel the faint cool movement of air as she passed behind her, taking hold of Emily’s wrist as she did so, leading her to the bed where she seated herself comfortably on the edge. Emily turned and lay obediently across her mother’s thighs, feeling the rough kiss of the tweed skirt against her skin, the pressure against her bare flesh of the buttons on her mother’s garter-straps. Emily’s right arm was twisted behind her, gripped firmly at the wrist.

Neal Chopra boarded the plane, shoving his cabin luggage in the overhead compartment. Next to him was Jai Singh, who’d quickly become one of his best mates. They’d started out as freshmen in Columbia, bonding over their shared love of FC Barcelona, the outdoors, and their Indian heritage- Jai was from Mumbai, the first of his wealthy business family to study abroad. Neal was half Indian- his father had migrated to the US as a graduate student, and eventually settled down with his Irish mother, who at the time had also been a student of Columbia.

As Neal’s friendship with Jai deepened, Jai had invited Neal over to spend winter holidays in India, with him. Neal was only too happy to go along with Jai’s promise of fun, great food, trekking in the mountains, parties, and girls, taking care to hide his ulterior motive of going- reconnecting with the land of his ancestors. He had never been to India- his grandparents’ disapproval of his father’s marriage had embittered his father- and was eager to get a chance to explore the ancient country. And so it was that he found himself on a plane to Mumbai, where Tara picked them up from the airport to their house.

Tara was 44, and gorgeous- one of those classy ladies that had aged gracefully. Gorgeous, curvy frame, and light brown skinned. She had long dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, a very pretty face, and round, large breasts. She welcomed Neal to India with a warm smile, who was taken aback by her beauty.

As they pulled out of the airport, with Neal next to the driver and Jai and Tara chatting on the backseat, Neal’s eyes kept flitting back to her attractive frame. Jai had told Neal quite a bit about his family- his father had passed away when he was young, leaving Tara to take up the reigns of the family’s packaged food business. Under her, the business had gone from strength to strength. Smart, classy and gorgeous, she was the perfect package. However, Neal didn’t get many chances to interact with Tara as the week unfolded. Jai took him hiking, trekking and partying, while she was busy with work.

***

One thing that Neal was undecided on was Jai’s cousin’s party. It was going to be this big bash that had plenty of family and family friends, and Neal didn’t know anyone here except Jai and Tara, and though Neal wasn’t shy he wasn’t looking forward to moping around while Jai socialized. He also wasn’t looking forward to the long ride to the venue through Mumbai’s notorious traffic.

But what he looked forward to the least was having to spend an evening around Tara without ogling her, which was getting harder by the day. Tonight, she was wearing a soft saree that showed off her stomach and accentuated her curves and her light bronze skin, causing a stirring in Neal’s pants.

The party turned out exactly as Neal had thought. While Jai mingled around, Neal grabbed a drink, loaded up his plate and looked around to get a table. “Lonely?” Neal heard a deep, soft voice from behind him. It was Tara, with a glint in her eye, looking like a goddess in gold. Neal felt his dick stiffen again- the things he wanted to do to this lady! Instead he nodded stupidly, fairly certain she knew what he was thinking, and followed her to a table in a quieter part of the room. “Lonely?” she asked again, sitting down.

“No not really,” he replied.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to lie, these things usually are boring, you know. What, has Jai abandoned you?” she asked.

“No he did his best to show me around, but seeing as he’s busy” Neal gestured to Jai, who was chatting up a pretty girl “and I don’t know anyone else, yeah I’m bored.

“You know me though, don’t you? Any friend of Jai is a friend of mine,” said Tara smiling. “I’m not some boring old lady, you know.”

“Old lady? You’re probably the best looking one here,” Neal blurted out confidently. Horrified for a second, he thought he’d gone too far, but he hadn’t; Tara smiled at him, taking a sip of her drink.

“Can’t imagine you have too much trouble with the ladies, Neal. You sure push the right buttons,” she replied, giving him a sultry look; his erection was threatening to leap out of his pants now.

“Thanks Mrs. Sing-” he started, but she cut him off.

“Call me Tara, Neal. We’re friends remember? And thank you, Neal, compliments from a handsome young man are always welcome,” she said.

“Compliments come easy when you look like this,” replied Neal, flirting back. She was enjoying herself, clearly, thought Neal, and what’s a spot of harmless flirting?

“You’re making me blush Neal!” said Tara, leaning in, “The younger girls will like your confidence, Neal, go for it if you find someone pretty.”

“Oh they’re pretty alright” replied Neal, his confidence soaring, “but older ladies are altogether more mature. Refined femininity, you know? I mean look at you. You look fantastic, you’re running a successful business, you’re a great cook, and have tons of admirers. No one here’s as good a catch.”

“Quite the charmer, aren’t you?” she giggled.

Just then, their tokat escort conversation was interrupted by Jai, who staggered onto a chair next to Tara, evidently drunk- heavily drunk. He wasn’t a lightweight, but Neal knew that Jai was more than fond of his liquor, having gotten sloshed together over the course of many a memorable evening. Tara, who hadn’t seen this side of her son, looked merely annoyed.

In any case, Jai’s punch-drunkenness put an end to the evening for the trio. Neal helped Jai into the car, and as they drove back to the house, reflected on his conversation with Tara earlier- the fact that she had flirted back piqued his interest, but also her allusion to loneliness also stuck out in his mind. Clearly, there was a lot more going on with this beautiful, charming lady than she let on at first.

When we eventually got back to the house, Neal helped Jai, who was completely inebriated by now, into his bed. Neal got changed, settling into his bed and thinking of the evening’s conversation with Tara, and knew he had to let off some steam. Her curvaceous body, and luscious lips were starting to have their effect on his thick cock, as it swelled to it’s usual 7 inches. He threw off his blanket, stripped naked and started stroking his dick. He thought of her lips on his dick, his hands on those large, brown tits, kneading them while thrusting his dick inside her and driving us to an orgasm….

I heard a rustle and got up with a start. Unknown to me, Tara had entered my room with a couple cups of coffee, and going by her amused expression, had clearly been there for quite some time, hair open, wearing a soft satin purple nightgown that showed off her amazing cleavage, “Having fun?” she asked, giggling softly.

“S-sorry I wa-” stammered Neal before he was cut off.

“Need help?” asked Tara, setting down the coffee, “I’d come up with some coffee, but this looks better” she said with a sultry smile.

“N-wait what?” asked Neal disoriented. Sure, he knew she wasn’t conservative and crabby, but did she just offer to get him off? His mind spinning, he chose his next words carefully, “What if Jai sees us?”

“Jai won’t be waking up for a long time, Neal, and quite frankly a beautiful young man with a hard body is not quite a common sight!” she said, sitting down beside him. “That’s quite something, Neal” she said, looking at his engorged dick. “Maybe, it’s not such a bad thing after all that you didn’t find someone else to be with tonight” said Tara gripping his dick gently and stroking it.

“I told you,” said Neal, “you were the most beautiful woman at the party tonight.”

“Were you thinking of me, Neal?” asked Tara, stroking him, “were you thinking of pleasuring me? Did you picture us making love together?”

“Yes,” said Neal, “all that and much more.”

She leaned in, and her lips touched Neal’s. He traced them with the tip of his tongue and then entered her mouth, seeking her tongue. They stayed in that position, their tongues gracefully dancing in the soft moonlight wafting in from the windows, her left hand on his muscular chest, her right hand stroking his hard dick. Neither had any idea how long they made out, but both grew more and more aroused as it carried on. After what seemed like hours, she leaned back, breaking the kiss. She took off the flimsy shoulder straps of her nightgown, and slowly pulled the top half of it down to reveal the most beautiful, full breasts Neal had seen, topped by beautiful, brown, hard nipples. The fact that she was not completely naked somehow added to the allure, her lower half covered by the nightgown, while her breasts now swung free in full glory.

She took his right hand and placed it on her breast, whispering, “Suck on them, Neal.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling her in, he took her left nipple in his mouth, sucking as he caressed her breasts with his hands. Eventually he wrapped his left hand around her, and then slowly trailed down to her ass, but she gently put her hand on his and stopped him. “That would be… a bit too far” she said, gently caressing his face.

“I’m sorry” said Neal, quietly.

“You are sweet” she laughed, leaning in and kissing him again, as he continued squeezing her breasts again. Breaking the kiss, she breathlessly whispered “Sit up Neal.” She continued kissing him, slowly moving downward, nuzzling his neck, biting, caressing and licking her way down to his muscular chest and torso, and then further down, until she got to his swollen dick.

Then, spellbound, Neal watched she joined him on the bed, lying on her stomach, and her warm mouth engulfed his dick. He continued kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples as she sucked him off, occasionally popping his dick out of her mouth to lick the veins on the underside, before getting right back at it, her tongue, lips, and fingers working in perfect unison as she blew him. For a moment, they made eye contact; there was a fierce and determined look in her eyes. Neal knew from Jai that tokat escort bayan she had never openly pursued a romantic relationship after his dad had passed away, and the men who she might’ve had sexual relationships with on the sly couldn’t have satisfied her like the naked, hunky, athletic sophomore from Columbia was at this moment.

But she had been with other men over the years; Neal was sure of it. She eagerly and skillfully blew him, taking care to let the sexual enjoyment ebb and flow over him so that he didn’t cum too quickly, something she couldn’t have learnt to do without practice.

Neal had lost all track of time and being. None of the girls he’d been with in high school or university had half the skill Tara did. Her beautiful hair was hanging down, scattered over him. Slightly leaning over, he gathered it in one hand, squeezing her breast with his other. A look of surprise flashed across her face; she then took his cock out of her mouth and gave him a playful wink as she continued to stroke it. There had been a subtle albeit noticeable shift in the room; Neal had exercised his dominance for the first time that evening.

A split second later, though, Neal was quite sure that Tara had liked it; her head bobbed up and down furiously, as she devoured his cock, sucking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until he felt it hit the back of her throat. She was determined to make him cum, and he was getting there. Neal felt his cock swell and his balls tighten. “Tara, I’m cumming!!” he announced as softly as he could.

She let go of his cock, continuing to stroke it wildly as she said “Cum for me, shona, cum as hard as you can for for your fantasy girl!”

And cum he did. Glorious spurts of it, all over his stomach, almost reaching up to his upper abdomen, chanting one word- “Tara!” over and over and over again, all fears about his friend walking in on them having evaporated a long time ago. He lay there, in his soft bed, panting, in disbelief of what had just happened- his friend’s gorgeous mother had just given him the best oral sex of his life.

When he opened his eyes, Tara got up and leaned in “Kiss me, Neal” she said, “taste your juice on my lips.” They had another make out session, by the end of which, his erection had popped up again.

“I forgot that younger men recover fast” she chuckled. “You’ll have to take care of this yourself if you want, handsome,” she carried on, “we mustn’t let this escalate any more, okay?” she said. Neal nodded, smiling admiringly at Tara; she did up the straps on her nightgown, kissed him goodnight and left. As he cleaned up and drifted off to sleep, Neal wondered what else was in store for him this winter.

***

When Neal woke up the next morning, Tara was already up, and had prepared breakfast, by the smell of it. He walked into the dining room and grabbed a chair. Tara, looking up smiled “Good morning” she said.

“Good morning” replied Neal. He was taken aback; he had expected the the conversation to be awkward, and Tara to avoid him. But she was as friendly as ever.

“Toast?” she asked, passing it over.

“Yeah, sure” said Neal. After a eating a couple of bites in silence, he said “Tara, about yesterday, it was..” he trailed off quite unsure of what to say.

“Fun” said Tara, “harmless fun between two adults. But we can’t go any further, Neal. I mean, you’re Jai’s friend, and I shouldn’t be fooling around with his friends, right?” asked Tara, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself as much as Neal.

“Well, when you say we can’t go any further” said Neal carefully, “Do you mean I’ll get at least as much as I did last night, or nothing from now on?”

“Mr. Neal Chopra,” said Tara giggling, “you’ve got some nerve, teasing an old lady.”

Just then, Jai walked in. groggy and evidently hungover. “Some party, eh?” he asked, smiling around.

“You-are-absolutely-shameless” said Tara, whacking him with a rolled up newspaper over and over, “What were you thinking, getting drunk in front of the whole damn world!”

“What? I didn’t cause a scene, did I?” said Jai, as Neal laughed.

***

The next couple of days provided no indication that Neal would get an encore of last night’s performance. In any case, there was never a time when he was alone with Tara; the boys spent their time socializing and exploring Mumbai, and she was, as always, busy at work, although she did give him a sexy wink occasionally, when Jai wasn’t looking.

One evening, Neal walked in on Jai and Tara having an argument. Tara had just returned from work, and the boys had been at home, having a movie marathon, too lazy on a fine winter morning to venture to the outside world. “What’s up?” asked Neal.

Throwing Jai a dirty look, Tara said, “Your friend has, as usual, forgotten the one help I needed from him.” Looking at the quizzical expression on Neal, face, she carried on “I needed someone to come with me to the opening of a friend’s new restaurant. But Jai has other escort tokat plans.”

“I was planning on going camping!” said Jai angrily, “You know I’d planned this a long time. Two days and 1 night,” he said, turning to Neal, “it’ll be epic!!”

“And I had this lined up for a long time too, Jai!” said Tara, angrily. “And this is a plus one event! How will I find someone to go with on such short notice? Can’t you push back the camping trip by one day?”

“Well it’s a packaged deal, so…” Jai trailed off, as if hoping to avoid the conversation.

As he lay in his bed that night, Neal wasn’t any more enthused about going camping with Jai than Tara was. The only reason that Jai had arranged the trip was because Neha- the pretty girl he had been chatting up at the party- had also agreed to come along. A freshman at UCLA, she seemed just as into Jai as he was into her, and Neal wasn’t looking forward to being the third wheel while Jai tried to get into her pants.

Closing his eyes, he thought of Tara. He’d never had sex with a MILF, and could now see what he had missed out on. She hadn’t been like the sort of inexperienced college girls he’d been with, with a buxom, curvy body, and a comfortable sexuality that could make any man weak in the knees.

Feeling thirsty, he got up and went down to the kitchen. The light in the terrace was on; curious, he poured himself a glass of water and stepped out into the terrace, where he found Tara, deeply engrossed in something on her iPad. She smiled at him as he came outside. “Busy? I didn’t mean to interrupt” said Neal, desperately trying not to sneak a look at her. She was wearing a lacy white nightgown, showing off the cleavage of her large, succulent breasts. The thin nightgown rested lightly against her body, showing off her curves- the light bump of her stomach, her graceful hips, and her lithe legs. She certainly took good care of herself, he thought. Neal felt his dick harden, as he thought of her blowing him the other night, wondering if the situation was going to repeat…

“NO, Neal” said Tara giggling, evidently having read his mind, “that was a one-off, and I was rather tipsy. And you shouldn’t ogle a lady like that.”

“You shouldn’t look like that” said Neal, winking.

“Like what Neal?” asked Tara huskily.

“Sensual” said Neal, “You look sexy, there’s no hiding it.”

“You’re cute, but we mustn’t get carried away,” said Tara, a mock strictness in her voice.

“Of course” said Neal, the bubble of hope inside him deflating. “Anyway, did you find someone to take along with you the opening?”

“No” sighed Tara, “it’s in 2 days, and how am I supposed to fix my idiot son’s goof-up in the meanwhile?”

“Tara, couldn’t you just skip it?” said Neal, “just tell your friend it’s not convenient?”

“The trouble is, she’s not just a friend, Neal,” said Tara “she’s also someone I’m looking to get into business with in the future. Won’t look good if I can’t turn up for this right? Anyway, looking forward to camping?”

“No not really” he said.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Well,” he said, taking a pause as if he was about to reveal information he’d rather not “well, the truth is, I’ll mostly be a third wheel,” telling her about Neha.

Tara listened with an amused expression on her face, saying “Well, I know he’s good looking, was only a matter of time since he put it to use, eh? He always was beautiful, ever since I had him,” she said, smiling to herself.

“Tara,” said Neal quietly, “have you even tried asking someone to go with you?”

“No, Neal,” she sighed. “I haven’t. In fact, I haven’t allowed men to get close to me in a long time. Most men I’ve met only want me for my money or my body, and their wives don’t want me around them.”

“Is that why you were avoiding everybody during the party?” he asked.

“Yes” she said. “Many in our own family disapproved of me taking over the business when my husband passed away. Since he’d made it clear he wanted me to take over, though, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Nothing makes me happier than Jai, but it does get lonely, you know.”

“You’re not lonely, Tara,” said Neal. “You’ve got a friend you can confide in.” She looked puzzled for a split second, then just smiled at him.

“Wait,” she said slowly, “why don’t you come to the restaurant opening? You can skip the camping trip. It’s not like you want to go anyway.”

“2 minutes ago, a very pretty lady was telling me something about boundaries,” he replied.

“Neal! We’re not a couple of teenagers. I’ve let you under my roof under the assumption that you can keep your hands off my body,” she said with mock seriousness.

“But Jai-” he started, but was cut off.

“I’ll convince him, don’t you worry about that. Will you come?” she asked.

His mouth dry, Neal wordlessly nodded yes.

“Good boy. Goodnight, then” she said, walking off, her hips swaying, Neal’s eyes on her beautiful derrière.

The prospect of spending 2 days alone with Tara Singh while keeping his hands off her was torture. But surely if she was trying to get him alone, why had she just told him to keep his hands off her? Mixed signals, Neal thought to himself, typical of women, as he stroked himself off to sleep that night, his mind full of images of Tara riding him as he exploded inside her.

“I swear they were fucking and really getting into it! Big swarthy Anthony was all in that tight little twink ass. I bet Anthony tore his ass up before flooding it full of spunk.”

“You’re just trying to make me cum.”

“Is it working, Ricky?”

The dark-headed hunk pushed his blond buddy’s hairy legs to his chest and bent over him, his face inches away and sweat falling onto the golden mustache and scruff below him.

“I fucked him and Ant used my leaking cum as lube. I pretended to be asleep but I heard big Ant pounding that tight little ass so fuckin’ hard. Kent was purring like a kitten when that big college cock spewed cum into his tight twink pussy.”

“Fuck you, Jimmy,” Rick growled hoarsely as he lost it, his jizz exploding into Jim’s hot hole. His body went stiff as volley after volley left his balls. “Ah fuck!”

Rick pulled his dripping cock out and released his buddy. He rolled onto the other side of the king-sized bed.

“These young fuckers ride each other like rabbits nowadays,” Rick said, wiping sweat from his face with his hand.

“We were pretty busy ourselves, if you recall,” Jim replied, stroking his cock, while his other hand roamed over his furry muscular chest from nip to nip. “You remember the first time you fucked me? In the locker room…after everyone else had left…we had had konya escort to do laps for fighting…”

“You were a cocky little fucker back then.”

“Yeah, you’d said something nasty to me about my cleats or something. And I said something about wanting to put them in your smirking fucking face…you pounded your chest and said something like, ‘Come on, muthafucker’…and we wrestled around in the sand until Coach stopped us,” Jim replied. “Sweat and mud and you grabbing at my jockstrap.”

“I just wanted you so bad. I thought in picking a fight that maybe I’d, at the very least, get to feel you up. Sweet stupid ideas. I remember you with your long shaggy blond hair and your tanned muscled ass in that fuckin’ Nike jockstrap…everyone else was wearing Bike or Duke, but you had that spicy tight Nike that matched your high-tops…damn. You were fuckin’ hot, baby! I wanted you so damn bad. I would jack my cock until it was sore thinking about you in nothing but that Nike jockstrap and shoes, lying on my bed…and that day, yeah, I was horny as fuck…”

“And you wearing nothing but that turned-back cap…fuck, you were a muscled beast. You pushed me against the wall of the shower trying to act so bad-ass tough, saying you didn’t know if you wanted to punch me or fuck me…” Jim laughed.

“Did konya escort bayan I really say it like that?” Rick said, pretending to frown.

“Bitch, that was what? Twenty years ago? I can’t remember every damn detail…but I do remember the electricity when your big ol’ flared cockhead popped into my tight virgin hole…damn! I couldn’t sit down for days!”

“I remember kissing the back of your neck as you pushed your ass back at my slick leaking cock. I think it just slipped in from all our pushing and grinding. I remember feeling it slide past your ring and being so warm up in there,” Rick mused.

“I think you might have had two short strokes before pulling out and shooting across my back…”

“I don’t think it was that many…maybe one. It all went pretty hazy once I felt you around my cock.”

“And from then on, I just wanted more and more of that big cock,” Jim laughed.

Rick rolled over on his side, reaching for Jim’s cock. Jim let go of it, and Rick’s muscular hand encircled it.

“Oh, I remember, Mr. Catcher!” Rick replied, moving closer to his friend and taking his cock into his mouth.

“There was no better pitcher on the team. You were…and still are the fuckin’ best!” Jim groaned to Rick as his back arched upward and he shot a scalding load into escort konya Rick’s waiting mouth.

Rick pulled off Jim’s cock and Jim shifted positions, pushing his lips against Rick and sharing the load. The couple rolled around the bed, enjoying the tastes and feel of the other.

“When’s Julie getting back?” Jim asked, pulling away from Rick.

“She and Becky are in Maine on some outdoor thing at some lesbian farming camp thing…I dunno…she does her thing and I do mine,” Rick answered before tickling his blond stud’s fuzzy belly.

“Remind me before I leave, I’ve got her birthday present in the car. I found that book she was trying to find. And, pray tell, what’d you get your precious wife?”

“I got her and Becky that trip so they could daddle each other to their heart’s content. Oh, you know I did it just so I could breed you all weekend, fucker.”

“Well, we’ve had sex three times so far today, and I’m still not pregnant,” Jim joked.

Rick grabbed Jim and rolled him onto his stomach. Rick slid onto top of muscular golden body, positioning his cock in the cleft of Jim’s round ass. The brunette grabbed his lover’s tattooed arms and wrapped his legs around the hairy legs beneath him.

“Well, We’ve got a good stretch of time left, let me see what I can do, baby,” Rick growled deeply into Rick’s ear, pulling his hips back in order to position his cockhead directly at the entrance of the hole under him. “You ready for me to breed your ass again, fucker?”

“Yeah, pitcher, give me a two-seam fastball, a real deep sinker,” Jim groaned as Rick sank downward, deep into his lover’s gaping red ass.

Make no mistake: creating a real cockpig takes work. It’s like doing battle. You have to deprogram the faggot from the nonsense its been taught all its life, about how self-esteem is important, how it should respect itself, all that crap. See, with a cockpig, all that is turned upside down inside its little faggot brain. Nothing makes it more unhappy than trying to live like a normal person. The need to be degraded and used, the need to grovel in front of a real man and debase itself – those needs are constant. They never go away. The older the faggot gets, the stronger those desires become. A cockpig’s brain functions the opposite of the way a real man’s does. A normal man wants respect; protects his dignity and reputation; works to avoid pain and humiliation.

Not a cockpig. It craves abuse and humiliation. Deep down, the faggot knows how it deserves to be treated, and repeatedly seeks out alpha males that recognize it for what it is and who will use it accordingly. Just like a real pig, which delights in eating garbage and rolling around in mud and shit, nothing makes a cockpig happier than being abused, degraded, and forced to suffer for the pleasure of a real man. At first, of course, this really fucks with the cockpig’s head — the faggot hates the treatment, but craves it constantly. That’s cognitive dissonance, which is what causes most faggots to run away from their dark desires. It is that conflict which keeps them from fully submitting, from giving in to what they know is right for them despite everything society tells them, from living their truth. For the few who do, though, the true cockpig faggots – they achieve a satisfaction in their submission that most cock worshipers never find. Once they let go of any attempt at self-esteem or respect, once they completely surrender all dignity in exchange for true obedience, they finally achieve the contentment they’ve always sought, even if it’s to be found in a cage, or encased in a gimp suit, being subjected daily to what others would call torture or abuse.

With the little ginger fag, the battle was about half over. Transforming a faggot into subhuman property doesn’t happen overnight. That’s the mistake most of the so-called “masters” make. They try to make the transformation happen suddenly, in one fell swoop. That almost never works. It takes time. You have to make the transition happen slowly, step after inexorable step, allowing the faggot to overcome his fear at each stage before moving on to the next. Otherwise, he’ll spook and flee, just like any other dumb animal you try to tame and break.

The ones I look for are like my ginger cunt — born inferior, and they know it. They’ve always known it, and now are finally ready to admit it. Like AA teaches, admitting the problem is the first step to becoming happy.

Now that my pussyboy had taken some time to himself to consider his future and had decided he wanted to live as my slave, it was time to put that commitment to the test. Time to take the transformation to the next stage. Not in one big move, but in a series of small ones. Just like boiling a frog: start off in cold water and heat it gently. By the time the frog realizes what’s happening, it’s too late.

The first step was exerting control from a distance, taking away the faggot’s freedoms one at a time. I wanted to gradually but relentlessly chip away all those things that made him feel like a normal person. The chastity cage had already removed his ability to touch his little drain or pleasure himself, not to mention his ability to piss standing up. Every time the bitch had to sit like a woman to use the bathroom, it reinforced the differences between him and real men.

The next step was taking away his identity in more concrete ways. I started by making him surrender his online accounts, beginning with his social media. He sent me the user names and passwords for his Facebook and IG, his Grindr and Recon accounts, and then finally his email. Of course, I immediately changed all the passwords so he had no access to them anymore. He didn’t need them, and they provided me with a wealth of information about him, including a list of his family and friends which would definitely come in handy. The dumb bitch didn’t realize it, but he’d just given me plenty of ways to expose his true nature to the world if I chose to do so.

Those accounts were hard for the faggot to give up. Taking away his online connections really reinforced in his mind that he had no control and no privacy. But to accomplish the full transformation, I needed to take it further. Much further.

I shipped him two small IP cameras, with instructions on how to install one in his bedroom and the other in his bathroom. Once they were in place, it gave me 24/7 access to watch him any time I wanted to. The cameras were wonderful training tools. They included full-color digital video and sound. He immediately recognized the loss of privacy. Even his bathroom was no longer private. I made it kırşehir escort bayan clear to him he was monitored and observed at all times: when he slept, showered, even when he took a dump.

You should have seen the look on his face when I started dictating his schedule. No more free time or leisure time. Slaves get neither. I made him send me his work schedule, along with any other commitments he had, then structured his days and nights, including long periods where he was confined to his room, where I could watch him if I chose. The cameras were always on, and he had no control over the feeds. He had no idea if I was watching or not at any given time. All that mattered was that I might be watching, which was enough to ensure he was in that room, naked and ready to obey any order I gave at any moment. Of course, I had far more important things to do that spend my time watching over a faggot, so I set the camera feeds to record, allowing me to access them at any time if I wanted to check up on the pussyboy and verify his obedience. Since they were IP cameras feeding directly to the web, I was able to watch from anywhere, or allow any of my buddies to watch the fag any time they wanted from the comfort of their own homes. I made sure the faggot knew I could give out the pass code to observe his camera feed if I chose, to anyone I chose, at any time. Hell, I could even live-stream it on the web if I wanted to, allowing anyone who so desired to see him taking a shit, or displaying his hole, or groveling on the floor and begging to be used in nasty ways. It took the lack of privacy to a whole new level, really fucking with his head, carving into his brain that he was totally out of control, completely subject to my whims and desires. Another message was clear as well: your entire life is nothing but entertainment for me and other alpha males.

After that, I started giving him regular orders. Some were daily routines: wake up and get down on all fours facing the camera, face on the floor, arms outstretched like you are praying. Stay that way for 20 minutes while contemplating what it means to serve a real man. Then, 20 minutes with your ass in the air pointed toward the camera, cheeks spread and your hole on display for me, just like you are begging for it to be used, filled, fucked. Nothing like a little quiet obedience upon waking up to set a faggot’s mind right for the rest of the day. Plus, the camera allowed me to make sure he woke up and went to bed at prescribed times, regardless of how tired he was or what he had planned. I changed the times daily, so the bitch didn’t get too used to a routine, explaining that a slave must always be available for its owner regardless of the hour, and should be just as thankful for any opportunity to serve as it is for any rest it’s allowed.

In addition to the faggot’s daily routine, I included plenty of random use via the camera: fucking his hole with a dildo I sent him; drinking his own piss while I watched; regular and random inspections of his chastity cage to make sure it was secure, along with inspections to make sure he was groomed and dressed as ordered. I selected what he would wear; sometimes on a day-to-day basis, sometimes for the entire week. He was required to ask permission to go anywhere or do anything which deviated from his required daily routine. Visit a friend? Beg. Go out to dinner with your roommate? Grovel and plead for permission. Sometimes I gave it, but more often, I didn’t. I wanted the faggot to get used to being denied pleasure, and I wanted to force him to face the humiliation having to of make excuses for why he couldn’t go. Each element, each order, was designed to reinforce certain concepts: you have no privacy and deserve none; you have no choices and deserve none; all control and decisions are mine, as they should always be.

Yeah, it was rough adjustment for the faggot at first. He was used to living like a real person, but he adapted quickly. Giving up all control just felt right to him, like it was the way his life was meant to be. Plus, the longer he was locked in chastity and went without release, the hornier he became, and therefore the more willing to obey me. At his young age, those locked balls were constantly throbbing with unspent cum. A horny faggot is a very obedient faggot.

Once his brain was used to the lack of privacy and lack of choices, I began to take more from him. First, it was access to his bank account. That way I could see every expenditure or withdrawal he made, and you better believe I required him to account for every cent. After all, it wasn’t his anymore, it was mine. He was allowed a minimal budget which I set, and only one check per month to his roommate for rent and utilities. When you are confined to your bedroom most of the time, you don’t really need much money. Plus, limiting his expenses meant there was extra money for my benefit. I signed the pussyboy up for classes to develop him escort kırşehir as a slave, using his money to pay for them. I soon had him taking classes in cooking, baking, and massage. Not only would they make him more valuable as a slave, but they used up a lot of his free time, which meant he was either working or serving me in some way. I wanted him to grasp that every minute of his day would revolve around me, every second of his time spent in some form of service or worship.

After I got him used to my control over every aspect of his life, including his money, I went a step further and made him change his direct deposit at work. His pay went straight into my bank account now, not his. I put money in his account for needed expenses, but he was basically working his ass off every day to make money for me. Not that I needed it, of course. The small amount the faggot earned barely even registered in my bank account. It wasn’t about the money. It was about demonstrating for the pussyboy what he was, and what he was good for. That really helped reinforce his status as a slave, convincing him he was nothing but owned property.

This was a new life for the faggot, and these kinds of changes take time to work their way into a fag’s brain and become a part of his new normal, to reshape his sense of identity and purpose into something more appropriate.

I took my time. I kept the pussyboy like this for three months. Three months of restrictions and strict control. Three months of being permitted fewer and fewer choices and decisions, as well as a complete lack of privacy. Three months of denial, frustration, and no chance to grovel at my feet where he wanted to be. He had to earn that, I told him. I was making him prove his devotion to me every single day in a variety of ways. More importantly, I was completely reshaping his mental concept of who and what he was.

When I was certain the pussyboy was ready, I set a date to go get him. Made him tell his roommate he was moving out. They were friends since high school, and I knew that would be a hard connection for him to sever. I also made him submit his notice at work. That was the big one. Jobs for untrained, uneducated fags aren’t easy to find, and this bitch had no real skills except sucking cock, so giving up his job was a big loss, no matter how shit the job was in the first place.

His last day of work was on a Friday. The next day, I went to pick him up. I’d given him strict packing instructions: two boxes of personal items only. Keepsakes, books, personal treasures and heirlooms all went into one box. Clothing, shoes, and other personal items went into the other. We’d pack up the furniture when I got there, I told him. When I arrived, he was waiting outside on the sidewalk in front of his apartment, next to his old car. The little faggot was dressed exactly the way I’d ordered: a pair of small blue gym shorts and nothing else. Shirtless, barefoot, no underwear — as close to naked as I could get him in public. The look of confusion on his face when I pulled up in my car was adorable. He was expecting I’d arrive in a U-Haul or some type of truck to move his stuff. Reality was about to come crashing down on my fuckhole, and it was going to be entertaining to watch, as well as a key element of his transformation into property.

He stood up and walked over to my car when I parked. As soon as I got out, I snapped my fingers and just pointed to the ground, to my boots. The fag immediately went into one of those full-body blushes I find so hot. He bit his bottom lip, then looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was watching. I snapped my fingers in front of his face again to focus his attention. This time, the bitch dropped to his knees and kissed my boots like a good little cunt. He was learning; slowly, but definitely learning.

I ordered him up finally, and had him lead me into the apartment and to his bedroom. Cody, his roommate, wasn’t home, which was disappointing. Once we got to the pussyboy’s bedroom, I made him show me the boxes he had packed, which I inspected carefully. Just as I ordered, he’d sorted everything correctly. All his clothes, shoes, and other personal items, right down to his toothbrush and the butt plug I’d sent him, were in one big box. I pulled out his toothbrush and threw it into the much smaller box with his keepsakes. I checked the two cameras I’d sent him. Both were still in place, just as I’d ordered. I definitely wanted video of what was going to happen next. This was going to be a key moment in the fag’s transformation, and I wanted it preserved for posterity, not to mention later viewing.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor. He dropped to his knees immediately. I pulled a leather slave collar out of my pocket along with a small padlock, and locked it around his neck. He began to whimper as soon as I did, partially from fear, I think, of what would happen if someone here in his small town kırşehir escort saw him like this; and partially from his desperate need to please and obey, his little faggot balls, filled with all that unspent cum, making him hyper-horny and craving any chance to serve me.

I grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look up at me. “Your new life starts now, asslicker,” I told him, looking directly into his big blue eyes, his face wearing an expression which was a mixture of fear and burning desire. “Are you ready? Are you completely and absolutely sure, fuckhole?”

He swallowed down his fear. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready, Sir.”

That was all I needed to hear. More importantly, he needed to hear it: his one last chance to back out, his final opportunity for a normal life, freely given away in exchange for ownership and servitude. I can’t overstate what that does to a faggot’s mind, how that final, conscious choice of submission fundamentally changes a pussyboy deep inside, at the core of his psyche.

I pulled his head into my crotch and rubbed his face against the bulge in the front of my jeans. Once my cock started to harden, I unzipped and pulled it out, letting him slobber on my prick for a while. All that time without any cock to worship and without being able to jack off had worked its magic on the bitch. He acted like my cock was the best treat he’d ever had, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. I let him deep throat me a bit, then I used the ring on the front of his collar pull him up and throw him over the bed. Jerking his shorts down, I reached under him and grabbed his locked-up drain, pulling it back between his legs, smacking my big cock against his swollen balls, making him gasp and cry out from the pain. I rolled him over on the bed. I wanted to see his face when my cock went in his hole. I pulled his ass to the very edge of the bed, then grabbed both of his ankles and pulled them wide apart, positioning my hard cock right against his tight, puckered hole. There was a look of fear on his face: he knew what was coming, knew just how bad it was going to hurt. But still, the look was there, written across his face: not desire, since to this day he hates being fucked, but need — a pathetic, naked, humiliating need to be used. I rammed my spit-slick cock into him all the way to my balls, causing the pussyboy to scream and tense all over, his legs straining against my grip in an effort to push out pole I’d shoved deep inside him.

I fucked him. I fucked him deep and hard and without mercy, making him thrash and squirm on the bed, trying to get away from the invader in his guts, eliciting squeals and tears from my little ginger pig as I raped his hole. I shoved his legs backwards until his knees were almost against his ears, his asshole completely exposed and vulnerable, defenseless against my ramming cock. As I fucked him, I looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, the red light indicating it was on, its constant stream being recorded at my house. No doubt some of my friends were watching me violate the little bitch’s cunt. I’d told them this would be some must-see TV. I gave the camera a thumbs-up, then redoubled my pounding of his perfect little ass.

I shot my load deep inside the faggot, then pulled out and stepped back to see what he would do. Without an order, the fag immediately crawled off the bed and sank to his knees, cleaning up my cock, desperate to get every last drop of my cum. Once I was clean, I pulled his plug out of the box of his personal items and stuffed it up his hole to make sure none of my cum leaked out of him.

“OK, cunt, time to get you moved,” I told him. “Let’s get your stuff and get on the road.”

He looked up at me from where he was kneeling, confused. “But…but Sir? How are we going to get all my stuff in your car? The bed and desk won’t fit, even if we tried to put one in yours and one in mine.”

“Shut up, fag. First lesson: slaves don’t own anything. They are owned. Everything you have is mine now, and I’ll dispose of it how I like. Understand, asslicker?”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, hanging his head.

“Good bitch,” I said. “Now, get that camera from the bathroom while I get the one from in here.”

After the cameras were uninstalled, I placed them in the box with his keepsakes. I found a pair of old, dirty Nikes in the box with his clothes, which I tossed in with his keepsakes. They were the oldest pair of shoes the fag had, but he would need something for his feet if I took him out in public at some point.

I told the faggot to give me his wallet, car keys, and cell phone, which he promptly produced. He wouldn’t be needing these any more, though I could tell he didn’t quite realize that yet. Once I had them in my hands, I filled him in on his new life.

“Listen closely, pig: you now own nothing. Anything you still have is only because I’ve allowed it, understand me? Your new life is at my feet, or in a cage if I decide to put you there, fuckhole. All the rest of this stuff? It’s useless now. You won’t need it. From this moment, you aren’t even a person any longer, but a piece of property, a thing, an object. Truly an ‘it’.” I grabbed his chin again so he was looking directly at me. “So, all this useless crap is staying here. Is that clear, cumdump?”