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

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

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

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

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

All characters are over 18 years old.

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I see. May I ask why?”

“You may.”

“Seriously? Oh for fuck sake! WHY?”

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

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

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

“Fine.”

I told her where I was and went to work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seems fair.” she said. “Is that it?”

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

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

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

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

Mandy’s view:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to Gail:

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

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

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We giggled and more wine was poured and drunk.

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

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

I was taken back by her nudity looked away.

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

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

She looked at me through the tears.

“You’re beautiful” I told her.

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

“No. Have you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OHHH That’s so good” I breathed.

She suddenly Escort Erenköy stopped and pulled out her fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once we had calmed down she looked at me.

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

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

“Now we’re fuck best buddies!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There is only one more chapter until this story concludes.

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

Chapter 43

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which one angel?” Vivian asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Ari who spoke next.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

“Hi Dad,” Meg said into the phone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes I am,” Kate answered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good guess,” Kate commented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 44

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

“Hello.”

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

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

“Hello sweetheart, how have you been?”

“I’m fine, Mom. How about you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh I see,” Meg said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 45

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Margaret said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That could get you arrested,” said Jake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Prostate still acting up?”

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

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

“You’re a doctor?”

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

“I don’t believe this,” said Jake.

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

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

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

“Not openly.”

“Perhaps MEN should be more open.”

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

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

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

“Never. Are you?”

“I refuse to . . .”

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

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

“Or at least better occupied.” Mitch smiled.

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

Mitch smiled. “The thought occurred to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s probably true,” said Jake.

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

“I can always leave. Ask away.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Occasionally,” admitted Jake.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re seventy?”

“Will be in a couple of years.”

“Seventy-two last June,” said Jake.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mine too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You proposing this in broad daylight?”

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

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

“You’ll come?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never shared it with a friend?”

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

“That’s not necessarily true any more.”

“Aren’t we a little old for this?”

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

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

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

“I’ll bet it’s not so little, now.”

“The conversation has added a little starch.”

“Here too.”

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

“It would break the monotony,” admitted Jake.

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

Nicely put,” said Jake.

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

“She put you here?”

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

“At it?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I take it she’s no spring chicken.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Care for a beer?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Jake.

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

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

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

“A vice of mine,” admitted Jake.

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

“Women, naturally,” said Jake.

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

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

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

“Fine,” said Jake.

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

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

“And the man?”

“He’s hard to ignore,” said Jake.

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

Jake touched cans with his new friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake licked his lips and stared.

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

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

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

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

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

“I remember.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like the feeling?” asked Mitch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fair enough,” said Jake.

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

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

“Do you mind?”

“Good God, no.”

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

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

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

“Oh God, yes.”

Want to fool around?”

“Oh. Yes.”

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

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

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

“Do you want to?”

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

“Then would you mind trading places?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laney nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Can you tell me what that was?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey baby,

I know what you were doing. I snuck into your closet while you were in the shower and was sitting in there when you came back to your room. I saw you come in with your little towel on and I have to say that the sight of you standing with that large towel wrapped around your tiny little body made my cock as hard as a rock. I also want you to know that it is as you know, not the first time I have watched you. I have done it many times before and one of these days I will make you pay for all the teasing that you have done to me over the years. I sat there looking at you and thinking about how you had become a little tease and when I knew that were aware that your body had become the object of men’s attention.

I think it was about the time that you were 18. Yes, I think that was it, it was at your 18th birthday party when you started teasing your daddy. Damn you were a fine looking little cunt. I remember that you and all your little slut girlfriends were running around in either tight blue jeans of as I remember you in particular had on one of the shortest mini skirts allowed by law. It seemed like every time that I looked over your way that you would seem to always be changing position of your legs and flashing a little panty at your old man. I knew that it was an accident because you had to be too young to be meaning to do that. You had just finished opening your presents and you and the girls went up to change into your bikinis so you could go swimming in the pool.

There was not enough room in the main bathroom for all of you, so you went into the bathroom that adjoins our rooms to put your suit on.. I guess you had forgotten Kale Escort that the door that led to my room was open and that I had gone to bed to take a nap and the sound of you rustling around in there woke me up. I was sleeping naked like I always do so I didn’t want to make any sounds that might startle you. The door was wide open into my room and I had an excellent view of you as you sat down on the stool and lifted your leg and started taking off your shoe. I could see right up your little skirt as you lifted your leg and slipped them off. God my heart was pounding as I watched your legs spread and I could see your little pink silk panties shine in the light. As I laid there, I did my best not to watch you but I could not help myself. My cock started to grow and I could feel it grow harder by the second.

You slipped your shoes and socks off and then you stood up and started unbuttoning your blouse. I watched your little hand as it moved down, unbuttoning one button at a time, slowly exposing those luscious little titties that were under the fabric. As you opened your blouse and pulled your shirt out of your skirt I could feel my cock rise in anticipation of seeing those budding little breasts. My dick was now hard as a rock and I reached down to touch it and I could feel the pre-cum ooze out of the head of it. You slowly removed the blouse from your shoulders and I was amazed at the size of your titties. I had no idea that you had blossomed that much until this time. I watched as you pulled the blouse down off of your shoulders and you were standing there in your bra and your skirt. My cock jumped as you reached around behind Kale Escort Bayan you and unsnapped the clasp on your bra and your little budding breasts that were inside them just seemed to stand upright, no sag, no fat, just nice, small, perfect breasts. You walked to the mirror and ran your hands down them, across the nipples and then down the flat of your stomach. You moved your hand behind you and reached for the zipper of your skirt. I started to rub my cock as you slid the zipper down and then let your skirt drop to the floor. Oh god baby, the sight of your little ass in those pink panties looked so nice, so young and so fresh. You stood there and admired yourself in the mirror while I laid there on the bed and admired you and rubbed my cock.

After admiring yourself you turned around and your backside faced me. I was a little disappointed because I was not finished looking at your perfect little body. I looked at your backside, taking in the shape of your legs, taking in the shape of your shoulders, back and your cute little pink panty clad ass. You put your thumbs in each side of your waistband of your panties and slowly tugged them down. As you slid them off your ass you started to bend over. Now all my disappointment was over because I got a perfect view of your ass as you slid them down your legs. Oh baby, you don’t know what a thrill it was to see your little ass bent over there while I was rubbing my rock hard cock. You slid them down your legs and then you lifted your leg to pull one foot out of them and that is when I saw the prize, the smooth almost hairless pussy that was between the legs.

Oh fuck Escort Kale you little cunt, that is when I had to control myself because I wanted more than anything to get out of that bed and shove my cock up that beautiful little virgin pussy of yours, but I knew it could never be. You lifted the other foot and pulled them and that was when I could stand it no longer and I started pumping my cock harder until I felt the pressure build up in my balls and I started shooting my load all over fucking stomach baby. I let out a little gasp and that is when you froze and I knew that I had been had. You stood up and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. You slowly turned around and looked into the room and then I knew that you knew all along. You smiled that naughty, slutty smile and you knew that I was watching you all the time. You slowly walked to the counter and got your bikini and you pushed the door closed as you put it on. I laid there on the bed with cum all over my belly and hand and my cock was spent Then I came to one conclusion and then decided what I was going to do. This is what I decided.

You are a nasty little cunt and I know that you really wanted me to get out of bed and take you right there but you knew that I couldn’t and that is what you really liked about it, the control, the teasing. Well I’m going to tell you nasty little cunt, one of these days I’m going to fuck you for real and then you won’t be laughing any more because I will have your cherry and then I will make you my sex slave for life. That’s right bitch, you will be mine and nobody, not even your future husband will be able to take your little ass away from me.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I’ve known for years what your were but you didn’t know what I had planned for us. I’ll tell you more when you let me know that you are ready for me to but for now this will be enough. I’ll catch you later you little cunt.

Daddy

Preface

Part two of four. Getting closer to the good bits now. Thanks for hanging in there. Probably need to read part one first to get the gist of all this.

FIVE YEARS AND FOUR DAYS – DAY TWO

– EVENING ––

ALEX

The trip to school took a little longer as I travelled along with the evening commuters from the city. Jess had texted saying she had to stay late working on something last minute in the dark room. I offered to help, and therefore found myself heading back to school yet again.

The work room was empty when I walked in, so I headed into the adjoining dark room itself, where I found Jess processing about a dozen prints.

She looked up as I came though the double curtains.

“I can’t believe you are still getting the girls to develop photos old-school. Uh, why are you doing this by yourself?” I asked as the chemical fumes hit my nostrils.

“There was a small ceiling leak in the gallery where the girls hung their work. Ruined quite a few of the prints and the frames. Some of them will be heading over to finish up after supper to re-frame and hang the replacements. I just wanted to get started a.s.a.p.” Jess swirled a print in one of the trays.

I stood beside her and waited until she pulled the print out. It was a stunning black and white abstract print of some sort.

“Wow. What is that?”

“Intriguing, isn’t it? It’s a really creative macro shot of a window seen through a piece of ice. One of the sixth formers did this one.” Jess said.

“Very meta. I like it a lot,” I said. “Okay. How can I help?”

“Can you pull the rest of these through the Stop and the Fixer? The girls will be here as soon as they finish supper, and I want these as dry as possible when they get here.”

I nodded, quickly falling back into a familiar routine of washing each print through the trays. Jess and I worked in silence for a while, and I lined up the finished prints to dry on a rack.

Once the prints were dry, we moved them out to the work room. We checked each one to make sure there weren’t any scratches or exposure errors.

“Hm…” I muttered as I looked at the one of the last few of the batch, “looks like some dust was caught on the enlarger when this one was done.”

Jess rolled her chair over to look. Her face was right next to mine, her green eyes focused on the photograph.

“Yep. We’ll have to redo that one…” Jess said as she turned to look at me. I dared not turn, so I kept looking down, my skin tingling as I felt her gaze at me.

I nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to do it? Or shall I?” Jess asked.

I finally turned to face her, my eyes drawn to her slightly open lips. “I can do it,” I croaked. I quickly looked back down, “just let me know where the negative is.”

Jess shifted away and I noticed I’d stopped breathing.

“Here you go,” Jess rolled her chair back.

“Thanks,” I turned to take the negative, and found myself face to face with Jess again. I must have misjudged the distance, because she was much closer than I’d anticipated.

I stared into those gorgeous green eyes, which were locked onto mine. The air between us felt electric. All of a sudden, I sensed her lips moving inexorably towards mine.

Somewhere in the back of my head, brain cells started doing backflips as I anticipated the kiss.

“MISS WAINWRIGHT!! SORRY WE ARE LATE!!” A door crashed open and we broke apart.

My eyes barely focused on the three teenagers that piled into the room, who were totally oblivious to what they just interrupted.

“Miss Kelly kept us for-fricking-ever after supper,” one of them explained rolling her eyes in a world-weary way.

“That’s because Lauren flicked ketchup onto the ceiling and we had to clean it up, and the dining room ceiling is really high,” the other one continued.

“I didn’t think it could get up there,” the girl who must be Lauren protested.

“Well, what’s important is that you’re here now,” said Jess. She spoke like we had just been sitting there, chatting. My mind was racing. I was still in shock. I think Jess was about to kiss me was all I heard in my head over and over again. But she certainly didn’t act like she had been about to kiss me – I must have been imagining things.

JESS

I needed to get us out of there as soon as humanly possible. First, I sent two of the girls off to the exhibition hall to start hanging the prints we had finished, and then asked Lauren to do that last re-print. Alex was sitting quietly at the table, tidying up unobtrusively. Did she even know that I was about a millisecond away from landing one on her lips?

I popped into the dark room to make sure Lauren was on track.

“Who’s that in the work room?” Lauren asked when she saw me come in.

“Oh, a friend. She used to go to school here, you know.” I explained.

Lauren whistled, “She’s hot. Bet she’s gay.”

I offered Ova Escort no comment.

“Oh wait, is she the one who was at swim practice yesterday? Emma said there was some super-ripped alum who did a class with them or something.”

“Super what?” I asked.

“Ripped,” Lauren giggled, “you know, all muscles and stuff.”

“Ah. Yes.” The image of Alex’s body flashed in front of me. I cleared my throat. “Yes, one in the same. Her name’s Alex – Alexandra, that is.”

“Oh – same as my sister. She hates being called Alex though.” Lauren chatted away, “must be nice to get a visit, huh, Miss Wainwright?”

I chuckled, “Yes, it’s nice to see her again. Okay Lauren, if you are ready to go here, please clean up after you are done and bring this print to Charlotte and Libby in the exhibition hall. Can you also shoot me an email once everything is properly up on the walls?”

Lauren nodded, “No problem. Charlotte’s got the dark room keys, so she’ll come back and lock up later. Have a good time with Alex!”

I was about to, you clueless adolescent, before you interrupted us!

ALEX

Jess emerged from the Dark Room and grabbed her bag. “Let’s go. The girls have it under control.”

I followed her without protest. We didn’t speak as we walked to her car, but Jess slipped her arm through mine. I don’t know how I continued walking, every cell in my body was doing cartwheels over her touch.

When we got back to her place, I lowered myself onto the couch.

“Thank you for your help with the exhibition, sorry it torpedoed our plans for the afternoon,” Jess said and handed me a glass of water.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I replied earnestly. All I could do was replay the near kiss, and wondering if after all these years of wishful thinking, I was finally losing it.

“Seeing you after all this time has made me realise how much I’ve missed you,” she said.

“I’ve missed you too,” I confessed, looking around the room, avoiding her gaze.

“And not in the way my brother misses me when I fail to turn up for a family dinner?” Jess mused and sat down next to me.

I noticed her eyes flicked down quickly to my lips. I wiped them, thinking I had something stuck on them.

Where was she going with this? “I didn’t know you had a brother!” I decided to dodge the question.

Jess shifted on the couch and turned towards me, “Nicholas. Younger by 4 years – about your age, I suppose. I realised today that you have shared quite a bit with me about your life, and I, um, have not been as open with you.”

“I understand. You were a member of staff. I was a student.” I smiled at her, “Pretty clear cut, I think.”

Jess nodded, “Well, quite. ‘Were’ being the operative word. Do you want that to change? I mean, now that you are no longer my student?”

“Why not? Sure!” I said as neutrally as I could, heart thumping out of my chest. I took a deep breath, but before I could continue, her phone beeped. Jess quickly pulled up the text and punched back some digits.

“That was the Italian place in town reminding me that we have reservations. I do want to keep chatting but let’s talk as we go. I didn’t realise what time it was…”

We walked out into the warm summer evening. Neither one of us brought up the conversation we started in her living room. I didn’t quite know how to bring it up again – and I didn’t want to seem too eager.

Jess walked in silence for a while, but eventually linked her arms through mine again. I walked contentedly by her side, hoping she didn’t sense how hard my heart was beating.

JESS

I was completely stuck. I knew I felt something for her – the attraction was undeniable; even though it was new, I was certain I didn’t want to brush those feelings aside. But I had no idea where to start. My clumsy attempt at a kiss was foiled. And she was not giving me any signs that she even noticed. In fact, she was coming across as utterly uninterested. Could I have read her wrong?

If the restaurant had not texted, I didn’t know what she else would have said. Suddenly, I realised I’d been lost in thought. Without being fully aware of it, I had looped my arm through hers as we walked. Her proximity was intoxicating.

When we got to the restaurant, Alex placed her hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the door. It was a small gesture, but it made my breath catch. We soon found ourselves seated at a table for two, jammed in between two other tables.

“Here are your menus,” said the waiter, who seemed to have materialised out of nowhere.

“Madam, would you like to order something to drink?” he looked at me, pencil and pad at the ready.

“A white wine – maybe a Chianti?” I looked at Alex, who was scanning the menu.

“Very well. And you, sir?” The waiter turned to Alex.

I stared at the waiter. Did he really think Alex was a man?

“I’ll have the same, please,” Alex said. She winked at me knowingly.

“Excellent. Ova Escort Bayan Thank you. I’ll be back for your orders in a moment.”

I stared at the waiter’s retreating back and turned to look at Alex.

She shrugged, “Happens ALL the time. I don’t bother correcting people anymore.”

“But they are wrong! How could they think you were a man?”

Alex laughed, “Most people who know me wonder that very same thing. But I do present as more masculine, so it’s the easiest way to categorize me. It’s an interesting phenomenon. Sometimes, people think it’s because I want to be a man, which I don’t, and it always ends up being an awkward conversation when they find out they’ve made a mistake. They end up blaming me for ‘confusing’ them.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

Alex held her palms up, “It’s not a big deal. Really. I actually like keeping people guessing.”

I stared at her left hand, which had a huge scar that ran diagonally across the face of her palm. Without thinking, I reached out and took her hand in mine, running my thumb along the scar.

“This is new. What happened?”

“Oh – that,” Alex blushed, “it’s a little embarrassing.”

She made no move to retract her hand. I loved the feel of her hand in mine. Her skin was softer than I anticipated. Tracing the scar with my finger felt oddly sensual to me and, overwhelmed with the sensation, I quickly released her palm. I felt the absence of her touch immediately.

“Do tell,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too flustered.

“I was cutting some fruit… a mango. I didn’t realise how sharp the knife was, or how thin the mango skin was. The blade basically sliced through the mango into my palm. The bleeding was a little scary. Ended up needing stitches. Quite lucky, to say the least. I sometimes think I should make up some other story, something more heroic…”

“Chicks dig scars,” I blurted out, longing to hold her hand again.

“‘Glory lasts forever,’ Keanu Reeves. ‘The Replacements.'” Alex picked up on my obscure reference.

“Spot on, as always.” She’d always been very good at catching on whenever I took to quoting movies out of context. I wondered if I had been too obvious; she didn’t seem to catch the undertone of my reference.

We chatted away happily after the waiter took our orders and I debated if I should broach the subject of the conversation we abandoned before coming to dinner. Just then, an older couple was seated at the next table. They smiled benignly at us. I wondered if they thought Alex was a man, too.

With all hope of privacy gone, I decided to steer clear of talking about whatever it was that was going on between us – or whatever it was that was the jumble of excitement and anxiety in my head.

By the time dinner was over, we’d had yet another one of our wide-ranging and entertaining conversations. How have I never noticed how well we got along? I knew we enjoyed spending time together, but this was different – or at least it felt like it. When Alex got up to find the waiter for the bill – he had somehow managed to disappear as quietly as he appeared at the beginning of our meal – I found that I missed her.

I shook my head. This was crazy. Throughout dinner, Alex would remind of me things that I’d said, years ago; she asked if I was cold; she noticed my wine hadn’t arrived and got the waiter to check on the bartender. Had Alex always been this attentive? Or was she just being thoughtful and this was not anything special?

The older woman at the next table interrupted my musings and said, “You two make a wonderful couple!”

I stammered, “Thank you, but we aren’t – ”

“My daughter is a lesbian and her partner is like that too. Looks like a boy.”

I nodded, “oh! I see.”

“They are very happy. Thick as thieves, just like the two of you!” She seemed genuinely pleased to see two women apparently on a date.

“And the Chinese, they are a very enterprising people,” said the older gentleman, nodding sagely.

“Are they indeed?” I found myself saying.

Alex returned moments later, thankfully before I had to process the man’s comment, telling me that she’d taken care of the bill. I said a quick goodbye to our neighbours and followed Alex out.

“Fancy a coffee before I head back to the hotel?” Alex asked.

“Hm. ‘Coffee, tea, or me?'” I quipped.

“Sorry?” Alex looked at me carefully.

“Oh, just quoting from ‘Working Girl,’ you know, the movie with Harrison Ford and Joan Cusack and that other woman,” I blabbed, “it just popped into my head for some reason.”

“Huh. I don’t know that movie.” Alex furrowed her brow, “So, do you want to grab something?”

“Uh, no, I’m stuffed.” I linked my arm through hers again, happy to be touching her. “The couple next to us didn’t think you were a man, by the way,” I reported.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that,” Alex replied.

“She said her daughter has a girlfriend who is like you; Escort Ova she said, ‘looks like a boy,'” I raised my eyebrows, “then her husband informed me that Chinese are an enterprising people.”

Alex chuckled, “I obviously missed a highly illuminating conversation!”

I charged on, “She thought we made a nice couple.”

Alex stopped walking and looked at me, “Did she now?”

I leaned my head against her shoulder and kept walking, “I tried to tell her we weren’t, but she’d already moved on to telling me about her daughter.”

Alex didn’t respond.

My brain felt fuzzy. I didn’t know what to say as a follow up. I kept wanting to ask her how she would feel about the idea of us as a couple. But I couldn’t do it; my brain and mouth wouldn’t cooperate. When we got to my front door, I heard her saying good night.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” I asked awkwardly as I unlocked the door.

Alex shook her head, “I better get back to the hotel. I promised Clash I’d have drinks with her tonight – do you remember Clare Shepherd? We were prefects together.”

I nodded, “Yes – how fun! Please send her my best.”

“I will.”

I took a deep breath, “I know I said I’d have the afternoon free today and I didn’t – so we didn’t get to spend it together. How about we try again tomorrow?”

Alex grinned, “There’s nothing I’d like more.” She gave my arm a squeeze and walked back out to the main street to catch a cab.

Feeling like I had at least salvaged the situation somewhat, I flopped onto my couch and tried not to kick myself for behaving like a tongue-tied love-struck teenager.

I replayed the last two days over and over. I kept thinking about what it was like to hold Alex’s hand, to trace that scar of hers across her palm, to rest my head against her shoulder as we walked.

My phone rang. It was Cathy. Hoping for a sympathetic ear, I picked up.

“Soooooo… how was dinner?” Cathy asked immediately.

“It was fine. She went back to the hotel, she’s meeting another Halsey alum for drinks tonight.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.'”

“You wanted her to stay?”

“Yes! I was dropping hints all afternoon that I wanted her to stay. I invited her to stay. But she left.” I closed my eyes.

“Well, she had plans with someone. Did something else happen?”

“No. Nothing happened. Maybe I turned her off or something.”

“I doubt it,” Carol said, “I mean, did you tell her you wanted her to stay? Did you send her some signals?”

“Well, given the fact that she’s now on her way back to the hotel, it’s obvious that I’ve either forgotten how to flirt, or flirting with women is something beyond me. I kept touching her… and making pointed comments… But Alex wasn’t… she didn’t respond to any of it… so, nothing happened.” I sighed.

“She didn’t respond? Or she didn’t reciprocate?”

I shook my head, “What? What do you mean? You said to give her some signals. I was dropping some pretty obvious signals, Cathy. But I got nothing back.”

“Oh Jess, if you want something to happen, you’d need to drop a big signal. Alex won’t respond if you’re just flirting.”

I sank back into the couch. “Easy enough for you to say. I was being pretty obvious. There’s also a chance that she no longer likes me that way.”

“She does.”

“Then why doesn’t she flirt back? As you said, she’s not a student anymore. Why not tell me how she feels?”

When Cathy answered, it was as if she was talking to a particularly dense five year old, “She DEFINITELY likes you that way. Trust me. Alex thinks you are off limits, Jess. So if you want something to happen, you need to let her know that.”

“Like how?” I said stupidly.

“Oh good god, woman, this is not your first time being attracted to someone, right? You want something to happen… right?”

I paused. “Yes. I do.”

“Listen: in her mind, you’ve been your usual aloof and tantalisingly out-of-reach self. She’s probably dying to tell you how much of a crush she has on you, but doesn’t think it’s worth trying. Now, she’s probably getting your signals and getting completely confused. I don’t think she will need a lot of persuading if you made your intentions crystal clear. So skip the flirting and make your intentions known.”

“I tried to kiss her. But she acted like nothing happened.”

“Why didn’t you actually kiss her?”

“We were interrupted.”

Cathy sighed, “Listen. To. Me. Trying to kiss her doesn’t mean anything in this context. You need to be all over her.”

“Oh, so I just stroll up and say, ‘Hey Alex, I’m wildly attracted to you so let’s jump into bed because that’s all I’ve been thinking about?'” I winced at the thought.

“No, Jess, I mean actually kissing her, you silly woman! But thanks for that mental image. My goodness.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, “Ugh, why do I have to make the first move?”

Cathy chuckled, “It’s what you get for being all mysterious and aloof.”

I couldn’t come up with a response, my mind was too busy leaping to images of me kissing Alex. I suddenly figured out what I had to do.

“Jess? You still there?” Cathy’s voice interrupted my reverie.

“Uh, yes. I’m here. Thanks for the ear. I have to go.”

This Covid-19 lockdown has been pure hell, stuck at home in a sexless marriage. I missed the companionship of my like minded men friends, and an occasional exchange of blowjobs, which always keeps me sane. After a couple of months of this lock down, with no companionship, no sex, and no cock, I was stir crazy and horny as hell.

Finally, an excuse to get out of the house! I needed to run an errand downtown and a chance to hunt cock. My first stop was a great, discrete gay bar. I pulled in and found the lot was empty, the bar was closed. Disappointed, I pulled out and continued on my way to complete my errand.

I realized I was approaching the local adult bookstore. I had never been in before, as I’m extremely discrete and careful. Without thinking about it I realized I had just pulled in and parked. The lot was full. I found it strange that adult bookstores would be considered “essential” and could be open. Maybe the Governor had a thing for porn. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to go in and check the place out.

I walked in and saw rows of videos by category and a section of sex aides, vibrators and dildos. I was instinctively drawn to the dildos of all sizes and shapes. Seeing them aroused me and heightened my desire for cock. I thought it would feel great to stuff one of the big, fat dildos up my virgin ass. I wandered over to the rows of videos, the gay section of course. The photos on the covers Kalkan Escort were really hot of men sucking and fucking other men. I felt my cock straining to get out of my jeans. I looked up as a handsome Man stopped at the end of the isle and was watching me and eyeing my cock bulge. He winked at me, then walked through an opening that I hadn’t noticed. I followed and found a couple of dark hallways, like a maze, and realized they were rows of video booths. There were several men leaning on the wall, and others walking around. I started walking around looking for the Man that had winked at me.

As I got to the end of one of the halls there was a booth with the door cracked. I looked in and saw him. His pants were down to his knees and he was stroking his cock. I stared at it, then looked up into his eyes. He motioned me in and I entered and closed the door behind me. He had a video playing of two studs with one on his knees sucking the other’s big cock. I looked back at the Man’s cock and thought that it was every bit as impressive as the one on the screen. I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me down to my knees. It didn’t take much prompting and I was on my knees stroking his cock, admiring it. I eagerly took it in my mouth, enjoying having a cock in my mouth again for the first time in months. This is the first time I had ever sucked a stranger’s cock. Hopefully he won’t be a stranger Kalkan Escort Bayan for long. I found myself immediately deep throating him, passionately attacking his cock like the cock starved cocksucker that I had become. I was working faster and sucking harder than I usually do. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum. He was moaning, enjoying my efforts, and grabbed my head and started aggressively fucking my mouth and throat. It wasn’t long and I felt him stiffen his cock pulsed, throbbing as he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked him dry, then licking him clean.

He said “thanks, that was a great blowjob. I really needed that.”

I replied “no, thank you, I really needed that. You have a great cock and delicious cum. Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

I sat in the chair in the booth and we exchanged numbers, and he was gone. I noticed he wore a wedding band and so I figured he was one of those men that love to get sucked, but don’t suck. With the awesome cock he has, that would be fine with me.

The video was still playing and I was still horny, so I took my cock out and started stroking it, watching the two studs on the screen, still sucking each other. I noticed something out of the corner or my eye and saw a cock sticking through a hole in the wall and realized it was a glory hole. I heard a voice say “suck it, you cocksucker. You know Escort Kalkan you want it.”

And he was right. My built up horniness was too much and I leaned over and took the cock in my mouth and started slowly bobbing up and down the shaft. I heard him moaning and he said “Yea, you suck real good faggot. I knew when you walked in that you would suck my cock.”

Something about the way he called me “faggot” excited me and made me want to please him, prove to him that I was a great cocksucker. I continued to suck his cock as I wondered which man he was, assuming I had walked past him on the way in to the booth. I found it strange not being able to see who was attached to this nice cock, and wished the hole was bigger so I could see and suck his balls. I wondered what he, and his balls looked like. I worked up and down the shaft, sucking and licking the head and he rewarded me, filling my mouth with his cum. He quickly pulled his cock back through the hole and was gone.

I finished stroking my cock, watching the video, and caught my cum in my hand and licked it clean. Satisfied, I opened the door to leave and noticed a line of men outside the door. The first man stepped in front of me, blocking me, and said he was next. I told him maybe some other time and walked around him and out.

I got in and cranked the car and considered going back in, thinking sucking some more cocks would be fun. I had never sucked two different cocks in a month before, and here I had sucked two in a row, both total strangers, and never even saw the second man’s face. I decided against it, but I’m sure I’ll be back. I have to agree with the Governor, this was definitely “essential”. But for now it’s back to lockdown.