Apology Accepted

Amateur

I’m laying on my bed reading as I hear you open the back door. You say hello to my cat, I hear the lock click, and you venture into my room. I am fully aware of your presence, but don’t acknowledge you, feigning a deeper interest in my book than I actually have. I guess I am still a little upset about you bailing on me last minute yesterday, even though you told me you were sorry. You drop your bag in the corner and wash your hands and face. I continue reading, hoping you will read my mind and give me a much needed massage, considering I am already laying on my stomach and have a strapless dress on. You still haven’t said anything, as you creep up next to me and lightly kiss my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe. I continue reading, just waiting for you to get impatient.

“I said I was sorry” you say, and I continue ignoring you. I flip the page, unaware of the meaning of the words as they blur together on the page. I can’t concentrate on anything when you are near me.

I rub the back of my neck, and you move as if you got the hint. However, as you straddle me, I notice you are facing the wrong direction when your hands begin to grope my ass, lightly massaging it and then increase the pressure. You run your hands down my thighs and slowly bring them back up, your fingertips caressing my skin. I can feel goose bumps rising as you do this a second time. I am still trying to maintain control of myself, as I turn another page.

“Reading that fast?” you say, and I know you are onto me. Still, I refocus on the words with little success. I feel you bend over, your breath hot against the fabric of my dress.

“Naughty girl” you say, as you pull up the hem and find no undergarments to block you on your path of blissful violation. I can already feel the heat building as my nipples tingle and my insides do flip-flops in anticipation. You lean down again, and I can hear you lick your lips, then your fingers as you run them over my pink lips, aiming for the little node of ecstasy.

“Still reading that book, huh?” you whisper, noticing I am already slick with moisture. I turn the page escort as confirmation to your question. You laugh at me, plunging first one then two fingers into my hot channel, still rubbing my clitoris with your other hand. I still try to hold on to control of myself, but it seems to no avail. I feel your lips brush first one cheek, then the other, followed by a nip from your teeth. Still you lean farther, and suddenly I feel warm air on my labia. I moan quietly, waiting for you to pleasure me with your tongue, but you are determined to drive me crazy with need first. My book is still in front of me, but my eyes are closed and my breathing has sped up. Suddenly you pull back, a reaction to my sounds. You stay where you are as you roll me over, face-up, and continue your ministrations. Your tongue now has full access to my button of pleasure, while your fingers once again dive into my vagina. I gasp when you grab my clit between your teeth and tug slightly. My hips rise up without my willing them, and I grab your hips and pull your ass towards me.

You get up on your knees so I have fuller access to your slowly rising dick. I pull down your shorts and boxers to get better access. I start by fondling your scrotum; gently caressing first one ball, then the next. I use my other hand to tease your throbbing manhood, starting with just my thumb and fore finger, I gently glide them up and down, up and down. You growl with need, but I refuse to pay too much attention to your cock just yet, as I lift my head and take your sack into my mouth. Your surprise is audible, and you temporarily forget what your tongue was doing. I lift my hips to remind you, and you start thrumming my g-spot with your fingers once again. I start beating a tune upon your gooch, and tugging on your sensitive balls. I slowly run my tongue from the base of your balls to the tip of your penis, then back down, zigzagging as I retreat.

I make a circle of fingers around the base of your rod, pressing into your pelvis, and take you into my mouth. Again, you forget your purpose, and I remind you with a quick thrust. Suddenly escort istanbul you plunge your tongue into my slick heat, and I nearly bite down in a pure reaction to pleasure. I readjust my lips to cover my teeth, and begin to sick your cock, harder and faster, trying to time it with your slight thrusts. I can feel your pulsing staff growing longer and thicker as I circle my tongue around the head, readjusting your foreskin and slurping as your pre-cum squirts into my throat. You’ve stopped all activity and begin to roll off of me. You roll me back over and pull at my hips, forcing me onto my hands and knees. I look at you questioningly, and you pull my ass to the end of the bed and push my face into the mattress. You pull off your shirt and use it to wipe the sheen of sweat off of your face.

You run your tongue from my clit to the end of my labia, and grab my hips and enter me in one swift motion. The first thrust nearly knocks me over, but I use my hands to balance myself. I hear a whirring noise, and feel you grab my arm and deposit my vibrator in my hand. I reach under myself to touch it to my knob and gasp as you start thrusting. You use both hands to spread my cheeks, and lick your finger to lubricate my tight, hot ass. I nearly lose it when your finger begins thrusting in time with your hard cock and my vibrator. You then insert a second finger, and a third, stretching me to capacity and filling me with amazing pressure. I can’t hold back any longer, and I am lost in wave after wave of searing pleasure. I crash forward and you continue fucking me as hard as possible.

“Again” you say, and I can only grunt in response. You’ve pulled me back up to my knees, and grabbed my hair to pull my face out of the comforter.

“I want to hear you scream” is all I hear as I am rocked with another bout of intense ecstasy, this time with me squealing “ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod” without breathing. You pull everything out as I collapse again. You wait for a few seconds while I continue to ride my orgasm, them grab my hips once again and pull me to a standing position and bend me towards beykoz escort the wall. You push my dress down, over my hips, and I kick it off.

I am dizzy with adrenaline as you guide my hands to the wall and push my feet closer together, still pulling on my hips to get me on my tippy toes.

“This would be easier in heels” I mumble as you swiftly enter me again. You resume the fingers in my ass and the hand in my hair, and I push my vibrator harder against my clit. You pound into me, fucking me so hard I can hear the loud slaps of your sac on my crotch as I struggle to stay in position.

“You’re so fucking wet” you say, and then grunt as you release my hair and slap my ass hard.

I moan even louder “God Nik don’t stop, fuck me harder, harder, harder Nik, harder.” You ram me with so much force that I nearly fall, but you grab me in my descent. You pull me against you and take my mouth in yours. I can still taste myself on your lips, and I push my tongue into your mouth to parry with yours. You turn me around and tell me to get on my knees on the bed, facing you. You wash your hands as I do what you told me to. You return, and push me farther back, again onto my hands and knees. Your erect shaft is level with my face, and I can’t tear my gaze from it. You have a gleam in your eyes that communicates all I need to know. You grab handfuls of my hair and pull my face towards your pulsating dick.

I open my mouth wide and look up at you. You watch as your cock thrusts into my hot, wet, open mouth, and you pull my head farther and farther down your shaft. I continue looking up at your face and you lick your lips “oh yeah” you repeat and your balls slam into my chin. I hear that recognizable grunt and I pull back and sit up quickly, still looking at you. I keep my mouth open and start fondling my own breasts as your hot load shoots out at my open waiting mouth and my hard pink nipples. I lick what comes in contact with my lips as your stream continues to paint me with cum. I rub it into my skin and take your diminishing dick into my mouth to slurp up any remaining cream and clean off your head. You push me onto my back and fall on top of me.

We lay like this a few minutes before I say “you’re forgiven” and head to the shower. I lock the door, still not quite sure if what I said is true or not.

As Sex In The City Turns Ch. 01

Ass

Gina sat quietly by her bed watching Steven pulling on his pants after their glorious twenty minutes of non binding sex. Steven wanted nothing to do with commitment just a good fuck now and then. A tear drop rolled down Gina’s tan face spilling onto the light blue satin sheets with matching pillow cases and satin comforter. She pulled her now messy blonde hair up on her head with a few of her permed curls escaping from the captivity of the scrunchie that once held them as they lay softly on her bare tanned shoulder. Steven bent down cupping her chin in his large palm.

“I will call you when I am ready for another round with you pretty lady.” he smiled as he placed a moist kiss on her forehead. He turned slowly oblivious to her pain as he buttoned up his red shirt and the quickly gave himself a once over in the mirror.

“Mmmm can’t hardly wait.” she told him trying to conceal the tears burning those crystal blue eyes that looked most of the time like pale blue ice.

Gina showered thinking how could she allow herself to be used by him after all she was a counselor, therapist what ever you wished to refer to it for relationships. She felt like she needed to be in her group discussions as a patient and not the healer. After all she could not even run her own love life. The ironic part was he had been her teacher ten years ago and the hot affair had not flickered out as of yet.

“Stupid, stupid woman! You are a big fraud!” she screamed as the water trickled down her bronzed taunt body.

Gina dressed in her white sleevless dress, with white strappy sandles with six inch heels, her hair bounced as much as her large round breast that laid with in her white lace bra with matching panties just visible enough to the naked eye. What Gina was not expecting was what waited for her behind her kitchen door leading to the garage.

Gina felt the cold hands clasp firmly on her shoulders, she was too fearful to scream! Her heart beat wildly in her chest. She thought it would explode. She turned her head to try to see who was behind her when she saw the long nails with maslak escort the mother of pearl polish and the silver glitter on the tips.

“Sue? Sue is that you?” She asked feeling almost relief in knowing it was Sue from the group.

She felt her moist tongue on her neck as her hands moved to her big round bust. A slight gasp came from Gina as the wetness between her thighs found her white lace panties.

“I want you Gina.” She told her as she pressed her body against Gina’s.

Gina had never been with another woman before, in fact she never wanted another woman until now. She turned to Sue wrapping her arms around Sue’s neck as their lips pressed softly on the others. The passion as well as the heat rose between the two women as their hands roamed over the others body, removing clothing until they were completely naked. They sat on the hood of Gina’s red corvette, Sue pushed Gina back onto the car as Gina’s heart beat raced wildly. Sue’s tongue followed Gina’s stomach to her velvet feeling pelvic and her fingers opened the velvet patch where her tongue found the hot nectar of her new lover. She lapped up every drop hungrily listening to Gina’s moans. Her tongue went inside of Gina causing Gina’s hips to rotate in a circle as Sue’s fingers were wet from her own juices. Both women were moaning, Sue wanted Gina to taste her sticky sweet juices and reposition herself so they were now giving each other the pleasure of their tongues. Their clits swelled, their juices became thicker until they were both moaning loudly, their hips ground against the other until there was only silence in the air. Gina’s eyes were closed from the bliss she had just experienced. Sue smiled at her new love as she sat up pulling on her clothes.

“Gina, I want to see more of you if its ok.” she told her.

“I don’t know Sue, what ethics have I already broken since you and Mark are part of my discussion group. I think it is now a conflict of interest don’t you?” She asked her.

“Fuck the ethics I love you!” Sue cried out.

What had Gina just done? Had üsküdar escort she just become a female Steven?

“Gina answer me! Will you at least acknowledge my feelings for you?” Sue looked at her with tears building in her eyes.

” Sue what happened here today should not have happened between us.” She told her as she looked away so her guilt would not be seen in her eyes as it ate away at her soul.

“You bitch!” Sue cried out as she struggled with the garage door trying to open it as she wept.

Gina felt a rush of power that chilled her to her bones. She was feeling the high that Steven must have experienced each time with her.

Gina pulled into her office parking lot when she spotted Peter the handsome man she would fuck in a heart beat if she was not seeing Steven, but now that had changed today with Sue hadn’t it. She smiled at the medium built man, his hair was brown and curly, the texture of his skin was olive and his brown eyes could make her melt.

“Gina! A good morning sweety! So when are we going to have a drink together?” He asked her opening her car door.

Gina smiled at him and just for a second had a vision of wild untamed sex with him.

“Morning Peter, I guess we will have that drink when you ask me out.” She replied smiling wickedly as if he would be another notch on her belt.

He smiled and winked at her.” You are on Gina I will meet you here after work then.” He told her as her softly kissed her cheek which caused her large nipples to harden.

Gina walked into her office as where her group was waiting on her except for Sue. She felt a wave of discomfort swept over her as she smiled at Mark. Mark kept his eye on the door and his watch waiting for Sue to make her entrance. Mark a kind man in his forties, his black hair was receding, she noticed he always wore a white t-shirt with jeans and a black wind breaker with black sneakers.

“Good morning everyone, are we ready to begin our discussions?” She asked with a warm smile praying Sue would not join them today.

Peggy raised her bjk escort hand as she did every Monday morning so she could start the discussion. She had brown curly hair to her shoulders, a heavy built woman who through her miserable marriage managed to smile.

“Peggy good morning and please start the discussion with how your week went.” She told her as she had her pad and pen ready to make notes.

“Well after Leo and I left here last Monday, he called me a fat whore and that I was loser as a wife as well as a mother.” She told the group before bursting into tears.

Gina did not smile at Leo for she knew he was a loser and womanizer as well as a woman beater. Her stomach turned as the fifty-five-year-old smoothed his balding grayish hair as well as his thick mustache. He stood to reply to his wife’s grievances against him, he smiled and winked at Gina as he smoothed out his gray silk suit.

“Peggy began running her mouth as soon as we got in the car to leave here accusing me of ogling Gina’s big round perfect tits.” He said as his eyes were undressing Gina and in his mind he grabbed her roughly squeezing her tits as he kissed her passionately. He felt his cock start to wake up in his pants.

Gina tried not to roll her eyes at him. “Well were you doing what she has accused you of?” Gina asked as she could see Mary squirming in her seat as she steamed with jealousy.

“Well Gina, you flaunt those big breasts like they are your trophy’s for us men to fantasy to while we jack our cock’s.” He told her while his poor wife was humiliated and hurt.

“That is disgusting Leo, Your wife is not the whore you are.” Mary blurted out.

“Oh please you red headed wench you weren’t complaining last night behind the Laundromat while I fucked your brains out in my back seat.” He blurted out in front of everyone.

Mary’s husband charged at Leo from his chair only to be restrained by two other men from the group. His eyes glared at Leo and then back to his wife. Mary sat in her chair scared, angry and most of all guilty. Suddenly she bolted from the office as Leo’s laughter could be heard throughout the hallway as if he was chasing after Mary. His laughter stopped when they heard Mary’s scream and screeching brakes.

The group ran out side to find Mary laying in front of Sue’s car….

To be continued

Another Kind of Power

Fuck Hard

This story disappeared from Lit when the author dropped off. It was one of my favorites and I had a copy so I tweaked it to match my kinks and am resharing with the community. Thanks to asecretdream for the original! -Alan

The stairwell leading up to Professor Parson’s office seemed to darken as Lucy Hancock rounded onto the final flight. It wasn’t the lateness of the hour that caused her heart to tremble — she had met with many professors during their evening office hours without a qualm — but the subject matter. Economics! Oh, how that subject had become the bane of her existence at college. Each step upwards increased her feeling of dread, and even though she knew it was illogical to feel it, she couldn’t escape it.

For some reason, the perverse graphs and buzzwords of economics just made her head spin, and she hated to deal with it. Lucy knew that it wasn’t that she was a bad student — on the contrary, she was a scholarship student who should be on the Dean’s List this semester. Or at least she would be, if only her other classes counted. If I don’t fail Economics! she thought to herself. She had never failed a subject in her life, and her full tuition scholarship depended on not failing. She couldn’t fail!

“So why can’t I pass this damn final!” she involuntarily mumbled out loud.

The stairs ended, all too soon, and she was at his door. She glanced at the window beside it in a futile effort at delay, and caught her reflection. She was still wearing her required college uniform — a new innovation that sought to bring back an “old time” curriculum and feel to the school. Her pressed white shirt stood out brightly in the dark window, curving to follow her bust and hips and starkly contrasting with her vivid red hair that cascaded over the shoulders. She was wearing a lacy white bra underneath that gave her support and, in the right light, provided a hint of sexiness. The mid-thigh-length pleated skirt was nearly invisible and created the stark contrast with her slim pale legs and white stockings that ended just below the knee. Well, at least the white shirt and white stockings make my skin look a little darker. The curse of a real redhead – she never tanned. But overall, she was pleased with her appearance, and smoothed the skirt out and straightened her blouse one last time in an absently nervous way.

She gave a tentative knock with the vague hope that he was not there. Her hopes were not met, and he called out for her to come in. Taking a deep breath and settling her features into what her mom called “pleasantly attractive smiling” she opened the door and went inside.

Professor Parson stood up and welcomed her into a chair across his large mahogany desk. His bright blue eyes and dark brown hair framed a face that was both strong and kind. He was wearing what he almost always wore — brown slacks and a navy-blue collared shirt with an aquamarine tie. The only consolation of having to wear her uniform, she thought, was that all the men had to wear slacks and a tie. Well, that and I look rather hot in this outfit she thought to herself with a mental grin.

Professor Parson was both her favorite and least favorite professor. She liked him personally, and he was funny and ran the classroom well. He always was engaging, moved the class along and they had fun without getting lost in side subjects and jokes. He had a reputation as one of the best teachers on campus despite his age and newness to the school. Yet all that in the classroom didn’t translate into understanding for her. Truly, the subject matter ruined the class for her. She had known that Economics would be hard for her based on her experience with it in high school, and had chosen Professor Parson out of the several professors who taught the class based mainly on his youth and reputation as a great teacher.

He was a new professor to the college, having been hired straight out of grad school to teach in the Economics department. She knew he was smart, too, because he had graduated high school at 16, and finished college and his graduate degree in only six years. Since Lucy had taken a few years off to help run a youth camp in California before coming to college, she was actually only 3 years his junior even though he was a professor and she was a twenty-one year old sophomore in college.

Despite their similarities in age, the subject remained an impenetrable morass for her, and each bi-weekly quiz and ramped up her stress level as the scores came back lower and lower. She had shifted from frustrated to angry to dread to horror as the class devolved into bizarre graphs and strange phrases like “marginal externalities” and “Pareto optimization” that made no sense to her. The final yesterday had been pure agony, and she was sure she had messed up the statistical regression analysis and calculation of the equilibrium point for the guns/butter supply & demand curve escort bayan graph. It sorta made sense today, but during yesterday’s final it had seemed like Greek to her. Hmpf she thought, sitting down, Greek is easier to understand than this stuff. She was hoping to find out her score and see if there was some sort of additional work she could do, if necessary, to keep a passing grade.

“Hello, Ms. Hancock, what can I help you with?” He asked. His blue eyes peered at her through reading glasses, which he slipped off. “Since class is over, I thought you would be headed for home by now, like everyone else.”

“Well, sir, I’ve been thinking about the final yesterday. I think I made some pretty basic errors because I was sorta scrambled in the testing room, I guess I wasn’t feeling that well. It is going to bother me all summer long, and I couldn’t stand the thought of waiting until July to find out my grade. I was hoping you could tell me how I did,” she replied.

She held off on the extra work question, with the quiet but small hope in her heart that it wouldn’t be necessary. It isn’t like she wanted to volunteer to write a paper over summer break!

“As you know, it is against school policy to tell students their grades before the report cards are sent out. However, I think that is a rather juvenile restriction considering you are an adult. Also, I’ve watched *ahem* observed you this semester, and I know both how hard you have been working at this subject and that it does not come easily to you. I haven’t reached your final test yet, but tell you what — give me ten minutes and I’ll grade it right now, and we can discuss it.”

“Oh, yes, please, thank you” she said with her third best smile. Her mom had always told her to save the others for the big requests, and it was advice that had served her well. Her mother, a beauty pageant queen who had snared the local BMOC and enjoyed a pleasant lifestyle of status and wealth, had worked hard to ensure that her daughters were trained in the same way she was on how to snare a man. Lucy hadn’t understood how odd her mother’ attitudes were until high school when she found out that the girls around her had absolutely no idea how to seduce a man to do what you wanted. They all thought you had to give them a blowjob or let them feel your boobs. Amateurs. A true woman can use the hint of possibility to motivate a man to do what she wants.

She watched him sort through the pile in front of him until he pulled one up with her familiar tight handwriting on it. He slipped on the reading glasses again, pulled out a red pen, and began reading her answers. At first she watched him with an intensity of a hawk, waiting for the pen to dart down and mark something incorrect. Even though the final had been twenty pages long, much of it was pictures and graphs, so it shouldn’t take too long, or so she hoped. He read through the first page without making one red mark, and her heart beat easier. He glanced up at her, held her eyes for a moment, smiled, and turned the page.

The glance caught her attention. Why look up? She hadn’t said a thing. She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t made a sound. And why the smile? Did that mean she was doing well, or something else? And what did he mean by saying that he had been watching her all semester? Why had he coughed and switched to saying ‘observed’? Had he been crushing on her?

The thoughts distracted from the grading and made her look at him in a different way. He is cute, she thought to herself, and quite funny. She liked dark hair and blue eyes, and he had them in spades. She knew a couple of the other girls in her class had picked his class because he was ‘dreamy’, but she had been more worried about understanding the subject rather than having something nice to look at in class. Not that I didn’t watch his tight rear on occasion as he wrote on the white board. A girl’s human, after all.

She watched the top of his head, the way his muscular shoulders and arms moved as he graded her final. Quite dreamy, actually. She remembered one particular class where the air conditioning had broken on a warm fall afternoon, and she had been sitting in the front row as usual. She had unbuttoned her shirt dangerously low, both to relieve the heat and to tease the guys in the class by deliberately showing her ample cleavage. She thought she had seen Professor Parson eyeing her breasts, but she wasn’t sure. She had found herself purposefully leaning forward, as if to pay better attention, but in the process using her arms to make her cleavage even more prominent and give him an eyeful. She had secretly wanted to catch him admiring her. She liked it when men couldn’t help but focus on her, then got embarrassed when she made eye contact after, letting them know that she knew what they were doing. That they were lusting after her.

Unfortunately, he never did look — or, tuzla escort at least, not so that she could catch him. It had disappointed her that day, and the chance hadn’t come again. I would have used my third best smile on him after catching him looking down my shirt, so he would know that both I caught him and that I wasn’t offended. That would have been a nice flirt, mmm, I wonder what he would have done then?

A tingle of excitement danced through her womanhood, and guilt and fear of being caught made her realize that she was gazing like a love-struck moon cow at him. She tried to shake off that train of thought, and glanced over along the office wall above him. Beyond his framed degrees, it was lined with books of various kinds, mostly economics but some on history, philosophy, and religion. She recalled when he would give real world and historical examples to illustrate esoteric economic ideas, and realized that despite his youth he wasn’t just copying from others — he truly was a professor. He knows so much!

She found the idea of his knowledge, coupled with his youth and looks, exciting. Plus knowing that he was in a position of authority was something of a turn-on all by itself. She liked a man to take charge. Hmm, what would it be like if he took charge of me? A vision of him standing behind her, telling her in a commanding voice to bend over and lifting her short skirt, maybe to spank her, flashed through her mind. Oh, stop it! she told herself, trying to pull out of her schoolgirl daydream. But her mind resisted, and she thought about him pulling her silky black underwear down, exposing herself to him, to his eyes. Would he spank her for bad grades? Or position her to accept his hard cock that he wanted to shove into her? Lucy felt hotness radiating between her legs and she physically pinched her own arm, trying to get control of her runaway brain. She couldn’t be sitting here, in his office, fantasizing about having sex with him! She already felt damp down there and tried to refocus by looking down away from the books.

His hands moved suddenly on the final, and she glanced down; to her rising horror, the page was covered with red marks, and it was page eight of the test. He wasn’t even to the part where she thought she messed up! Her body suddenly tense, she watched his hand move quickly down the page, rapidly reading her answers. More red flicks of the pen. As the pages turned, even more red. He wasn’t smiling now!

She felt her blood pulsing in her temples, and tears starting to form in her eyes. She was going to fail! Her secret hope of a test well taken, and distracting thoughts about him, had only delayed the truth. She tried to maintain her composure, but in her mind the swirling thoughts were crashing about — would she be able to keep her scholarship? What would her family say? Would she have to repeat the class and go through this agony all over again? No! Her anger made her flushed, and her eyes watered. Suddenly the room seemed too small, too hot. She undid the top three buttons of her shirt and walked over to the window, facing away from him, trying to regain some calm before speaking. I will not cry! she thought.

She saw movement in the window, and turned with dread. Professor Parson looked up at her, and without a trace of a grin said “Ms. Hancock, I have to say that you did not do well on the test. I don’t understand it, frankly. I’ve seen your work, and I know you are capable of better. Based on this, you would fail this class. What happened?”

“I don’t know, I just get so flustered about this stuff. I don’t feel well, it is like I get physically sick. It makes sense when I study it, and I do study a lot! But when test time comes, I just lose my head!” Her voice rose with her last words, and fighting back tears, she sat back down and leaned forward earnestly toward him.

“I think I have some sort of mental block about economics, and I don’t know what to do about it. I know I made a horrible mess of the final. I know I can do this, but I didn’t. Isn’t there some other test, some other paper, some other work I could do to earn a passing grade?” she asked imploringly, shifting towards him to flash her second-best smile. No time like the present to use it!

His eyes, behind the reading glasses, had been staring into her eyes intently, but as she had shifted forward to speak, she noticed he seemed to look down at her chest, almost involuntarily, and then snap his eyes back to her face. He took his glasses off and faced diagonally from her, shifting in his chair, seemingly trying to regain his composure. Suddenly it hit her, with a certainty that left no doubt — she was arousing him. His comments, the look, the smile, the glance, shifting in his chair — he thought she was beautiful. From his turn and trying to hide it from her, she realized that he wasn’t going to press his advantage on her findikzade esc now. He could if he wanted to, and not for a grade. She would have gone out with him anyway, and a little fun at the end of a date would be nice. So now I get him to look down my shirt! Too little, too late. I could have used some private tutoring earlier in the semester. Of both kinds.

It struck her, watching him looking down at her test and trying to compose both himself and an answer to her question, that they both had a kind of power over the other. He was her professor, and had an authority power over her. But she was beautiful in his eyes, and that gave her another kind of power — sexual power over him. He was reluctant to use his power over her but would unless she could change his mind. So our two kinds of power have to solve this problem. I will not lose my scholarship! I’ll just tease him into pleasing the pretty girl, and get him to give me a passing grade. Mom always said that smiles could be like dollars!

She stood up and leaned across the desk towards him, putting her hand on the test. She lowered her voice slightly and said, “Professor Parson, I know that what I’m asking is unusual. But I feel a real connection with you and I’m sure that you know that I do understand this material. I just need a chance to demonstrate that to you.”

As she spoke, she gestured with her hand, pointing it to herself, then him, and then back to herself. She deliberately left her hand below her line of sight, and as his eyes tracked her gesture, it was leading him to look at her creamy cleavage, pleasantly revealed by her partially unbuttoned white blouse. He kept trying to look up at her eyes or down at the test, but her deliberate hand gestures kept bringing his eyes back to her breasts.

She felt a thrill of power when she saw how he was failing to look away, how he had this frustrated but excited look on his face. It was like he felt both guilty for looking and aroused by doing so. Lucy let her long red hair fall down the right side of her head, dangling an inch above the desk. He had a look of longing as her hair framed both her face and her bosom, and his hand twitched, almost involuntarily, like he wanted to reach out and stroke her. He seems to react nearly as strongly to my hair as to my breasts she thought. He’s into redheads, I guess.

“I don’t know how that could be done, Ms. Hancock. I’ll think on it and let you know tomorrow by noon. Thank you for coming by.” His voice sounded uneven, and his trying to end the encounter told her that her power was working on him.

If I walk out of here, it’s all over she thought. So instead she stood up and walked around the desk towards him, saying “Professor Parson, I have to leave for home first thing in the morning. If you don’t give me an answer now on what I can do to prove my knowledge, I’m just sure that I won’t be able to prove it from so far away. Maybe I can draw some supply and demand graphs?”

He was watching her with hungry eyes as she moved around the desk, shifting closer to him with a subtle but deliberate sway of her hips. She turned to give him a good view of her legs. She bent towards the desk right next to him, stretching out for a pen and piece of paper while “accidentally” rubbing her right breast against his left shoulder. Her nipple hardened and sent a nice tingle up her spine; it reminded her that her body’s power over him was also her body’s power over her own self-control. My power is greater, but dangerous to us both. She found a part of herself wanting to continue teasing him whether or not he would give her a chance to prove herself.

She noticed that his head turned, almost involuntarily, to look at her. Her breasts jutted out firmly right at eye level, demanding his attention. Her beautiful red hair now swept down the left side of her head, contrasting her white skin with bright color, framing her breasts for him. She was using all the tricks her mom had told her about attracting a man’s attention. He slid the chair back from the desk, seemingly trying to gain some distance from her, but only brought his eyes in view with her curving rear, only barely covered by her skirt, and long smooth legs. She felt his eyes on her, and arched her back a bit to highlight her curving bottom.

At a glance of his lap, now revealed as he pushed the chair back, she could tell the powerful effect she was having on him. His erection pushed hard against his pants, demanding attention. She quickly looked back at the desk, as if unaware of the effect she was having on him. She sketched a graph that had been on the test quickly, providing labels in the pencil she had grabbed.

“Oh, let me highlight the changes on this demand curve in a different color so you’ll see that I understand the impact of inelasticity,” she said. She deliberately reached across the desk for a pen she saw on the far side, forcing her to almost bend over the desk. She knew she had just lifted her skirt high up and revealed her underwear to him, indeed put it right in his face. Thank God I wore my black silk panties today, for the feel, instead of some unsexy cotton things!

Anticipation

Open Legs

7pm. Bedroom. Leave the boxers on.

These are the simple instructions I’d slipped into your briefcase as you showered this morning. I know you’ll find it as soon as you settle in at the office, likely scrambling your brain a bit with a keen curiosity right before some important meeting.

Grinning a little deviously at the thought, I watch you back down driveway then dart up the stairs to finish getting ready for work myself…and to prepare our room for tonight.

By noon you’ve texted me three times, asking for hints as to what you can expect, each one growing more insistent. I don’t bother answering verbally, instead sequestering myself in the ladies’ room to snap a quick, teasing photo. It comforts me throughout the day to know I’m not the only one being driven mad with anticipation. The thrill comes from knowing yours is tinged with uncertainty.

The first photo captures a view down my blouse, taunting you with lace-clad cleavage. Second, a single hardened nipple poking above the cup of my bra, the tip of my tongue straining towards it from out-of-shot. And for the third, I prop a foot on the lid of the toilet, lifting my skirt and pulling aside my matching, black and silver lace panties. I aim it right at my freshly-shaved pussy, my soft clit peeking between my smooth lips.

I get a phone call during your lunch hour about that one.

Letting it roll to voicemail, I giggle when I listen to your frustrated growling over me ‘making you pop a boner in the middle of the damn work day.’ The idea of you struggling to damper your arousal for me throughout the day turns me on more than I thought it would. And the smile heard in your voice confirms you’re enjoying this as much as I am.

Any subsequent, demanding texts I answer innocently, ignoring your pleas (for clues and/or more pictures), instead asking about your day and, Would you rather have baked or mashed potatoes tonight, dear? My co-workers are no doubt wondering about the mischievous smirk I’ve had plastered on my face all day, but I don’t care. Teasing you is one of my favorite things to do.

***

At 6:25 I hear your wheels screech to a stop in our driveway. Perfect timing.

Grabbing a glass of red wine, I move to greet you in the foyer. The door swings open and your eyes immediately fall on me.

A small smirk crosses my lips when they widen slightly and drop to my feet. From there, they mark a slow path up my bare legs, to the hem of the black, silk robe grazing the tops of my thighs. There is a light pulse between them when I see the tip of your tongue dart out to wet your lips as your eyes continue upward. Your gaze lingers a moment on my chest, the flesh barely concealed by my loosely-tied robe and bra.

My nipples tighten under your gaze, and I wonder if you can tell. I love the way you look at me. Love the flash of caveman desire I see in your eyes: Mine, they say, when they finally meet my own. You narrow them playfully and kick the door shut behind you. Your briefcase meets the hardwood floor with a thud as you close the distance between us in three long strides.

“You,” you growl, grabbing my hips and yanking my body close. “Do you know what you’ve done to me all day? What you’ve left me to deal with?” The rough desire in your voice alone sends shivers down my spine.

Eyes widened innocently, my tone drips sweetly, “Whatever do you mean, baby?” At the same time, I push my hips purposefully into yours. The length of you presses against my abdomen through your slacks, and you groan lowly through clenched teeth.

Crushing your lips to mine, you press your cock more firmly against me. It’s a task for me not to let your glass crash to floor so I can wrap my arms around you and enjoy your hungry mouth on mine…

Determined, I wrench myself out of your arms, giggling over your grumbled protests and grasping hands. I push the wine glass into your hand. “Dinner’s gonna get cold, dear,” I say calmly over my shoulder, heading for the kitchen. “Why don’t you go have a seat in the dining room?”

There’s a moment’s hesitation where I can tell you’re trying to decide whether you should follow my instructions or your instinct to trail behind me and maul me in the kitchen.

Good boy, I think smugly when you pick the former.

I wait until I hear the chair slide across the hardwood floor of the dining room before I move to the oven where I’ve kept our plates warm. Knowing you have a direct sightline to where I’m standing, I give an exaggerated bend at the waist as I reach for our dinner. You groan in response to the view as my short robe rides above my panty-clad rear, having always loved the way these lacy boyshorts frame and accentuate my cheeks.

Riding high from the effect my teasing’s had on you already, I sashay into the dining room. I lean to place your dinner in front escort şişli of you, and your eyes automatically snap to the gaping front of my robe. My smirk is unstoppable when I see the bob of your adam’s apple as you swallow hard. Before I can move to sit in my own seat, I feel the warmth of your hand wrap around the back of my thigh, stopping me.

“Baby,” you say thickly, “what is all this for?”

Leaning over so my face is inches from yours, I answer softly, “I don’t have a reason.” A slow kiss to your lips and I pull away with a smile. “And I don’t need one.” You stare at me with a look akin to wonder as I take my seat at the other end of the table.

There truly is no special reason behind my plans for today. No anniversary or recent achievement to warrant the steak-and-potato dinner I’ve prepared for you. No birthday to prompt this evening of tease. Nothing but an inkling of an idea and my desire for you.

In between bites of my dinner, the fingertips of my left hand make innocent, trailing sweeps over the exposed skin of my throat, my chest, gradually parting my robe further. Your compliments on my cooking and answers to my mundane questions about the goings-on at work become more stilted the longer your eyes follow the motions of my hand.

About halfway through our meal, I’ve exposed most of my lace-encased chest to you, and you’re not even attempting to tear your gaze away from the movement of my fingers. The conversation falls to a standstill, and I let my hand fall to my lap. Your eyes meet mine once more, and the thrill shooting down my spine at your expression tells me that after this precise moment, our dinner will be forgotten.

You toss your napkin onto the table. “Baby, dinner was amazing, but…I think I’d like to go upstairs now.” I can’t blame you—I’m not hungry anymore, either.

You glance surreptitiously at your watch, and we both know it’s not yet seven, as my note appointed. The look in your eye is pleading, but patient, and I know you’ll wait if I ask you to. I’d really been intent on drawing things out…on making you wait until 7pm no matter what time you got home. I’d figured it would be no hard feat, since you’d arrived not too long ago. But this day has been just as much about teasing myself…and I want you now, too.

Sipping the last of my wine, I set the glass down, allowing a slow grin to overtake my features. “I’ll be right up.”

Knowing this is the only cue I’ll give you, it’s almost cartoonish how quickly you drain your glass and shove away from the table. I can almost imagine a dust cloud where you’d been sitting only moments before.

I make short work of putting away our half-eaten meal, unable to contain my own excitement at the prospect of finally being able to release the pressure that’s been building all day. For both of us.

When I reach our bedroom, you are standing at the head of our bed, lightly fingering the blood-red silk fastened to the post nearest you. I silently admire your body from the doorway—the solid planes of your chest and torso, your strong shoulders, and that delicious, hardened bit of you, concealed only by your tented boxers, as per my request.

Your head snaps to the doorway once you sense my presence, and for a moment I think you’re about to jump clear across the bed and take me on the spot. But you know now what I have in store for you. Know that I plan to carry out something we’ve only ever talked about before. Your excitement is palpable when the question in your eyes is answered by the fire in mine.

“Lay down, please,” I command softly.

Immediately you comply, crawling to the center of the bed where I’ve arranged enough pillows for you to be propped comfortably.

The candles I set out this morning are lit, and I press ‘Play’ on the iPod dock before making my way to your side. With a small smile, I gently grasp your wrist and the silken tie attached to the nearest bedpost. My even gaze is only broken from yours to manipulate the material around wrist and ankle as I circle our bed, pausing at each corner. Right arm, right leg, then left leg and left arm; each tie granting just enough give to be comfortable, but nothing more.

Standing at the foot of the bed now, you are bound before me—eager, helpless, and hard. You are undeniably excited by the prospect of handing this control over to me, of trusting me with your pleasure. And I am wet with the thrill of it all.

Your attention is drawn by the movement of my hands, keenly observing the knot being loosened at my waist. Hips swaying slightly to the music, I turn slowly to the side, allowing silk to drip off of one shoulder and winking playfully before my robe drops completely.

I let you watch in profile as my hands wander over skin and lace—neck to shoulders to chest to stomach, to the heated place between bostancı escort my legs, and back.

The front clasp of my bra is undone, the lace falls away, and I pause to caress my nipples. They are hard and forever sensitive, and I think of the ways you enjoy teasing them with your lips, tongue, teeth… The gentle waves of arousal beginning to pulse through me guide a hand to the waistband of my panties. My fingers peek beneath the material, immediately encountering wetness and swirling gently once, twice around my swollen clit.

Turning to you, I note with satisfaction the hardness straining against the thin cotton of your boxers. Knowing that watching me has made you even harder… the pressure growing between my thighs begs for attention. I allow myself a few more swirls, the look in my eyes telling you I’m imagining your touch instead. Your hips move involuntarily, seeking pressure and friction as you observe. The low groan that reaches my ears is all at once desperate, frustrated and dripping with arousal.

Before getting carried away, I push my panties down my hips and gingerly step out of them. I crawl up the foot of the bed and come to a stop when I’m straddling your waist, the heat of my pussy right over your lower abdomen. Your cock juts behind me, just against my ass.

I start with my fingernails dragging very lightly across your skin: beginning at each of your captive wrists, trailing down your arms as I smile from above…continuing past your shoulders to your chest, where I swirl them playfully around your nipples. Leaning over, I kiss each one, darting out my tongue for a quick lick before kissing wetly across your chest, up to your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips.

My breasts and hardened nipples brush against your chest, sweeping purposefully back and forth while I kiss you. My passion is creeping up on me, and my lips are no longer soft against yours, but insistent. Your tongue gets drawn into my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it. At my light moan and long, suggestive suck, your hips buck beneath me.

One hand scrapes down your chest, your abdomen. I shift my weight onto one knee so I can reach between my legs to where you are throbbing. Lightly, I trace your cock with my nails over your boxers—from balls to shaft to rounded tip and back. Adjusting your cock, I lower my hips again, this time with my pussy resting right on your hardness.

My hands smooth distracting patterns over your chest, stomach, sides, and you can feel my warmth, my wetness, through the fabric of your boxers. I shift once, twice, sliding myself purposefully along the length of you. I can’t help the breathy moan that escapes me from the pleasure of feeling you pressed so firmly right where I need it most.

Just when you think you may find true relief in this delicious friction, I’m moving again. Eyes trained on yours, my hands connected to your skin, I slink down your body until I’m kneeling between your legs. My fingers slip under the waistband of your boxers and tug gently until the material catches on your stiff shaft, but release the elastic just before your cock has a chance to bounce free.

Instead, I lower my lips over the cotton, my mouth opening to surround your balls. Blowing hot air with just the slightest massaging movement of my lips. I wonder if you can feel my smirk at your shuddering groan; your sounds have always been my favorite treat.

My lips shift upward and part on either side of your shaft, keeping that steady stream of warm breath as I work my way up and down, up and down. When I finally reach the head, my tongue flickers out to tease beneath the tip. You gasp, jumping slightly at the sudden sharp contrast to the gentleness of my lips at your most sensitive spot. This barrier is suddenly too much even for me… I need to feel you in my mouth, and tell you so.

Grasping the waistband of your boxers, I tug them again, this time exposing your thick shaft as I pull them down. When the head is exposed, I wrap it with my lips. My tongue swirls slowly around the tip while I suck gently. Each exposed inch of your cock is taken into my mouth before pulling back, only to work your boxers down further to take more in on the next pull. Always sucking, now laving the underside of your cock with my tongue.

Once the whole of you is exposed, I can’t resist taking you into my mouth a few times, relishing your appreciative groans. I release you with a ‘pop’ before moving to untie your legs, swiftly sliding your boxers the rest of the way off. After tossing them onto the floor, your bindings are deftly re-secured, and I am between your legs again.

My palms smooth up your thighs, past your pelvic bone on either side of your jutting cock, up your stomach, then follow the same path back down, fingernails scraping lightly over your skin (you know nişantaşı bayan escort I’ve always enjoyed using them). When I reach your thighs, my fingertips move inward at the crease at your hips, and the backs of my fingers brush against your balls. Your cock gives an anticipatory twitch, prompting me to take you into my mouth again… and so I do.

Fingertips still roaming your body, I repeat the same gradual pull and release of your cock between my lips, more of you entering my mouth with each suction until I’ve taken in as much of you as I can. Lifting my gaze to yours, I begin to pump your cock with my mouth, wanting to see the pleasure in your eyes and gauge your reaction. Your heavily-lidded eyes, parted lips and stuttered breaths tell me the heat and wetness of my mouth pleases you, though I already ache to take you into another heated, wet place…

You thrust involuntarily, and I encourage the movement by wrapping the fingers of one hand firmly around the base of your cock. Rotating my wrist and pumping along with my lips, I increase the suction of my mouth. When your hips take on a familiar, more erratic movement, I ease the pressure and speed of my mouth and hands, coaxing you back from that precarious ledge. Removing my mouth from you, I slow the fluid movements of my wrist, twisting it over the head, pumping you lightly once, twice more, before I release you completely.

You nearly whimper at the loss of contact when you were just so close, but with one, fiery glance, you know my need to feel you inside me, and I know your need is the same.

One last kiss on your velvety tip and I’m crawling up your body until my hands are planted on either side of your head, my knees at your hips. With a wicked grin that does little to hide the intensity of my desire, I settle with the length of you pressed along my slit again, not taking you inside just yet. There are no barriers this time, and I’m so slick from the act of pleasing you, I slide along your cock easily. My face hovers inches from yours, the tips of my breasts brushing against your chest. With the first satisfying press against my hardened clit, my lips are attached to yours, my tongue hungrily tangling with yours. We take turns swallowing each other’s moans while I grind against you.

A moment passes, and I pull away from your mouth. Leaning onto one hand, the other repeats that same tantalizing trail down your chest, stomach, until I wrap you in my fingers. After a couple teasing strokes, I run the head of your cock between my lips before positioning you at my entrance. My eyes never stray from yours as I slowly sink onto you, taking every inch of you into me until I am settled onto your hips. Eyelids fluttering, I groan as you do—you from the feeling of finally being wrapped in my tight warmth, and me from finally being filled so completely.

After another urgent press of my lips against yours, I push myself up until I’m sitting upright. I rise off of you slowly until you nearly slip out of me, and then sink just as slowly back down. Pausing a moment to squeeze my muscles around you, giving a tight swirl of my hips as I do. My breaths are heavy from the restraint of not just riding you as hard and fast as I wish, but I repeat the same actions a few times–pull, push, squeeze, swirl–cataloging your reaction and expression to each. I can see your fists clenching, your wrists straining at the ties. I know if they were free, you’d be grabbing at my hips, pulling me harder, faster against you.

Leaning back with my hands on your thighs, I begin to quicken my movements. Your eyes fall to where we are connected, and I reach down to circle my clit with my fingers, crying out from the added pleasure. You groan now, and I can feel you shifting your hips upward, trying to meet my thrusts with your own with as much give as your bonds will allow. I know you are close.

I lean back over you until my chest is pressed against yours. Propping myself on my elbows, my arms curl under yours, hands coming back over your shoulders. Body molded to yours, a few nips of my teeth against your shoulder, and I begin to snap my hips back and forth. Already your hips are eager to meet me, pushing against me as I fuck you.

Each mutual thrust brings my clit in contact with your pelvic bone as I gradually gain speed, and my moans have turned to whimpers from the pleasure of it. Your growls and grunts are driving me wild, driving me to the very edge I know you are close to falling from.

My lips brush against your ear briefly before I whisper, “Please… come for me.”

With that, we are both falling. You tense, and my pussy muscles clench and flutter around your cock as you release deep inside of me. I cover your lips with my own, swallowing your groans and whimpering into your mouth as pleasure crashes over us, washing away a day’s worth of tension and teasing.

We both eventually fall still, attempting to steady our breathing. Lifting my hips, I moan quietly as you slip out of me.

Placing one last kiss to your throat, over where I feel your pulse still racing, I reach above you to undo your bonds.

Mit Schwiegermutter am Keukenhof 01

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Mittlerweile war es März, die Tage wurden länger und auch die Sonne hatte schon viel Kraft. Der Frühling war überall zu sehen, Schneeglöckchen, Krokusse und Narzissen standen in voller Blüte und bald würden auch die Tulpen aufgehen und ihre farbige Pracht zeigen.

“Du möchtest bitte deine Schwiegermutter Anne anrufen, sie hat etwas auch dem Herzen und braucht deine Hilfe,” rief Alex, meine Frau, mir zu, aus sie von der Arbeit nach Hause kam. Ich war mittlerweile Rentner und versorgte Haus und Hof.

Das Wochenende bei Anne war einige Monate her, leider, ich hatte gehofft, öfter bei ihr zu sein, als Michaela bei ihr zu sein.

Alex konnte meinem Fetisch Frauenkleider zu tragen nichts abgewinnen, sie tolerierte es, aber wenn sie zu Hause war, sah sie es nicht gerne.

Voller Vorfreude rief ich Anne an, und war gespannt, was sie auf dem Herzen hatte. “Hallo Anne, Alex sagte, ich möchte dich anrufen. Was kann ich für dich tun.”

” Hallo mein Schatz, schön das du dich so schnell meldest. Ich habe ein kleines Attentat auf dich vor, mit Alex ist alles geklärt, jetzt muss ich nur noch dich überreden.”

“Überreden, wozu?”

“Der Frühling ist schon überall zu sehen und Else und ich möchten gern zu Keukenhof, uns die Tulpenblüte anschauen. Aber das sind 3 Stunden Fahrt und wir beide sind nicht die geübten Autofahrer und da haben wir an dich gedacht, das du uns alten Damen chauffieren könntest. Wir würden uns übermorgen bei mir treffen und gemeinsam losfahren. Am Samstag wären wir wieder zu Hause. Was hält du davon?”

“Das hört sich gut an,” rief ich begeistert, ” aber dann müssten wir 2 Nächte ins Hotel. Du weißt, das ich Alex alles haarklein erzählen musste von unserem Wochenende unnd trotzdem hat sie zugestimmt?”

“Ja, wenn es Ihm Spass macht, euch durch die Gegend zu fahren, dann nehmt ihn mit.” war Alex Antwort.

“Anne, ich bin dabei und freue mich riesig auf die Tage mit euch. Ich bin übermorgen früh bei dir.” sang ich fast voller Freude ins Telefon.

“Pack nicht soviel ein, ich sorge für dich.” sprach Anne verschmitzt.

Zäh flossen die Stunden dahin, es wollte nicht Donnerstag werden. Immer wenn meine Gedanken zur bevorstehenden Reise abglitten und ich an Anne und Else dachte, strömte das Blut ich meine Lenden und mein Schwanz wurde steif, was mich an diesen Tagen wohl erwartete, welche Überraschungen hatten die zwei sich ausgedacht.

Der Wecker klingelte und ich sprang sofort aus dem Bett, duschen, anziehen und meine Tasche gegriffen.

“Stopp,” rief Alex,” ich möchte, das du alles tu’s, was meine Mami möchte. Sie soll schöne Tage verbringen. Und jetzt los, sie wartet nicht gerne. Bestell schöne Grüße”

Mit feuchten Händen sass ich am Steuer und fuhr zu meiner Schwiegermutter, ich klingelte und die Tür wurde geöffnet. Wow, mehr konnte ich nicht denken. Sie trug eine lange, schwarze Satin-Wickelbluse, die ihren großen Brüste teilte und schön betonte. Darunter trug sie eine hautenge Leggings mit einem hellen Animalprint und schwarze Pumps. Mir stockte der Atem, sie war so schön und stolz.

“Da bist du ja endlich, komm herein, wir müssen uns sputen, Else kommt gleich und dann wollen wir los. Aber so,” sagte sie ” nehme ich dich nicht mit.” und zeigte auf mich.

Anne ging vor mir her ins Wohnzimmer und ich starrte auf ihren schönen runden Arsch, den die Leggings noch verführerischer machte.

“Wenn du mir genug auf den Hintern gestarrt hast, ausziehen, und zwar sofort, so fahren wir nicht mit dir.” befahl Anne.

Ich begann mich auszuziehen und legte meine Sachen auf den Sessel. “Schneller!”, rief Anne und verließ das Wohnzimmer. Nackt stand ich im Wohnzimmer meiner Schwiegermutter und wartete bespannt und erregt darauf, das escort bayan şişli sie wieder kam.

Mit dem Arm voller Kleidung kam sie zurück. “Bücken” Ich bückte mich und streckte Anne meinen Hintern entgegen. “Wenigsten rasiert bis du,” stellte Anne fest und strich meine Minifotze mit Gel ein, um dann langsam den Plug einzuführen. Das kannte ich schon vom Wochenende und mittlerweile genoss ich es ausgefüllt zu sein. Aber plötzlich vibrierte der Plug und sendete heisse Gefühle von meiner Arschfotze. “Das hier ist die Fernbedienung,” erklärte Anne und zeigte mir einen kleinen Gegenstand, der wie ein flaches Ei aussah. ” 100 m Reichweite und ich kann bestimmen ob es vibriert oder nicht, du bist mir ausgeliefert die nächsten Tage.” verriet sie und legte mir eine schwarze Korsage zum schnüren um die Hüfte, drückte meinen Schwanz nach hinten und verschloss die Korsage mit den Häkchen zwischen meinen Beinen. Langsam, aber kräftig zog sie die Schnüren der Korsage, die sich immer enger zusammen, zog bis ich kaum noch atmen konnte. Aber meine Taille sah schön schlank aus. Erstaunt sah ich Anne an, denn die Korsage hatte keine Körbchen, sondern nur zwei Bügel unterhalb der Brüste.

“Wir werden deine Silikonbrüste festkleben, ich möchte, das du keinen BH trägst.” erklärte sie und bestrich meine Brüste mit dem Spezialkleber und setze meine Doppel-D Titten an.

Die großen Titten zogen an meiner Haut, ich spürte jedes Gramm, ein herrliches Gefühl und wenn ich mich bewegte, schwangen sie hin und her und gaben mir das Gefühl, sie wären angewachsen. Anne streichelte und knetete meine Brüste, sie hielten und ich genoss das Gefühl, das meine Titten liebkost wurden.

Die halterlosen Strümpfe rollte ich vorsichtig über meine Beine und verfestigte sie an der Korsage und zog das leichte Sommerkleid, das Anne mir bereit hielt über den Kopf. Es war so luftig und leicht, es endete knapp über den Knien und schwang so schön beim drehen. Außerdem konnte ich meine Nippel und die dunklen Vorhöfe meinen Titten sehen, super geil. Ich küsste Anne auf die Wange und rief:” Danke, danke, danke Anne, du machst mich so glücklich”

“Komm zu Tisch, ich muss dich noch schminken und frisieren bevor Else kommt.”

“Ja, ich möchte fertig sein, wenn sie kommt.”

Anne trug mir ein dezentes Makeup auf und frisierte meine schulterlangen, braunen Haare in Form.

“Fertig”, rief Anne und wir sahen beide Michaela im Spiegel.

Kurz drauf klingelte es und ich lief zur Tür um zu öffnen. “Else, ich freu mich so,” rief ich und fiel der verdutzen Frau um den Hals.

“Schön, das du dich so freust, aber darf ich erst einmal hereinkommen.” erwiderte Else,” außerdem muß ich Anne und dir ein Kompliment machen, ihr seht beide hinreißend aus.

“Else, danke, aber du siehst auch wieder bezaubernd aus”, antwortete Anne. Else trug ein hautenges, gemustertes Shirt, unter dem sich ihren kleinen, straffen Brüste und ihre ständig steifen Nippel abzeichneten. Dazu einen knielangen Rock mit einem Seitenschlitz und mit braunen Wildlederstiefeln, die fast bis zum Knie reichten.

Anne und Else begrüßten sich wie immer herzlich und küssten sich lange auf den Mund, während ihre Hände über ihre Körper glitten.

“Kommt wir fahren jetzt los, ich freu mich so auf die Tage und besonders die Nächte mit euch”, rief Else aufgeregt und wir gingen hinaus zu Auto. Schnell das Gepäck verstauen, Anne und Else stiegen hinten ein und ich fuhr los, Richtung Keukenhof, 3 Tage als Michaela mit ihren Freundinnen Anne und Else, ab ins Abenteuer.

Kaum hatten wir die Autobahn erreicht, als die Gespräche hinter mir verstummten und ich neugierig in den Rückspiegel sah.

Anne und Else knutschten wie frisch verliebte, Annes taksim bayan escort Wickelbluse war offen und eine Brust war aus dem BH befreit worden. Else knetete die Brust, zwirbelte den Nippel und zog ihn lang, während Annes Hand unter Elses Rock verschwunden war. Ich musste mich zwanghaft auf die Strasse konzentrieren und nicht nur in den Rückspiegel schauen, wo die heiße Show lief. Trotzdem sah ich wie Anne ihren feucht glänzenden Finger hervorholte und genüsslich ablegte. “Else, du geile Schlampe, du läufst schon wieder aus!” schimpfte Anne spassig. “Wir müssen auch an unsere Fahrerin denken”, scherzte Else, griff unter ihren Rock und streckte mir einen verschleimten Finger entgegen. Ich öffnete meinen Mund und Else schob mir ihren Finger tief in den Mund, ich leckte, saugte und genoss ihren Fotzenschleim.

“Ich hoffe, davon bekomme ich die nächsten Tage noch mehr,” stotterte ich, immer noch Elses Finger im Mund. ” Ich werde dich damit ertränken, bist du nicht mehr schlucken kannst”, erwiderte Else.

Ping machte es und das Auto meldete, das der Tank fast leer war und ich steuerte die nächste Tankstelle an. Zum Glück waren die Scheiben getönt, so das keiner sehen konnte, wie meine Damen aussahen, halb nackt und derangiert.

Ich tankte den Wagen und steuerte den Verkaufsraum an um zu bezahlen. Genau in diesem Moment drücke Anne auf die Fernbedienung und der Plug in meinen Darm vibrierte. Ich musste tief durchatmen, sonst hätte ich laut aufgestöhnt. Ein junger, naja mittelalter Mann kam mir entgegen und ich konnte seine Blicke auf meinenBrüsten und Brustwarzen spüren, die durch das Kleid zu erkennen waren, ich grinste freundlich, warf meinen Kopf in den Nacken und stolzierte an ihm vorbei. Auch der Kassierer interessierte sich mehr für meine Titten, als für mein Geld. Wenn der wüsste, was ich zwischen den Beinen habe, wäre er nicht so interessiert. Mit wiegenden Hüften verließ ich die Tankstelle und wir fuhren die letzten Kilometer bis nach Zandvoort, hier wollten wir übernachten und von hier zum Keukenhof fahren. Kaum saß ich im Wagen als der Plug ruhig wurde, ich drehte mich um, sah Anne, die einfach nur mit den Schultern zuckte und fragte:”War’s schön?” – „Jaaaaa”

Unser Hotel war direkt am Strand und in der Rezeption wurden freundlich begrüßt. Ein junger Page brachte die Koffer auf unser Zimmer, wir folgten ihm in den Fahrstuhl. Seine Augen wanderten von Anne, zu Else und zu mir, hin und her, wen zog er zuerst mit den Augen aus. Wir grinsten nur verschmitzt und konnten seine Gedanken erraten, das war nicht schwer.

“Ich wünsche den Damen einen schönen Aufenthalt und wenn ich Ihnen irgendwie behilflich seinen kann, ich stehe ihnen gern zu Verfügung”, flötete der Page mit dem Trinkgeld in der Hand.

Alle drei prusteten wir los, als der Page die Tür geschlossen hatte. Das Zimmer hatte ein riesiges Doppelbett und eine schmale Liege, die dicht vor den bodentiefen Fenstern stand.

“Lasst uns über die Promenade schlendern”, schlug Anne vor. Wir waren begeistert und schon standen wir im Lift und fuhren nach unten. Wie drei Freundinnen, Arm in Arm, ich in der Mitte gingen wir die Promenade entlang. Mal in diese Boutique und mal in jene, probiert haben wir nichts, aber wir hatten unseren Spass. Außerdem genossen wir die geilen Blicke der Männer auf unser Trio und ignorierten die abschätzigen Blicke der Frauen. Auf dem Rückweg kehrten wir noch in ein kleines, süsses Restaurant ein und aßen lecker zu Abend. Vielleicht hatten wir etwas zu viel Wein getrunken, aber keine von uns konnte allein noch gerade gehen, aber zusammen klappte es besser und wir erreichten unser Hotel spät am Abend.

Anne kickte die Schuhe von den Füßen und rief:” Erste im Bad.” Kurze göztepe escort Zeit später kam sie nur mit einem kurzen Satinnachthemd zurück und kuschelte sich ins Bett.

Else ging als nächste ins Bad und kam völlig nackt zurück und krabbelte zu Anne ins Bett. “Mchaela jetzt bist du dran”, befahl Anne, ” und du wirst auch nackt schlafen müssen, ich habe dein Nachthemd vergessen.” und blinzelte Else zu.

Als ich nackt aus dem Bad kam standen beide Frauen an der Liege und Else sagte:” Du wirst hier schlafen, aber erst einmal entfernen wir den Plug, bücken.” Langsam zog Else den Plug heraus, um ihn dann wieder ganz hinein zu schieben, raus und rin, sie fickte mich mit dem Plug und mein Schwanz stieg langsam in die Höhe.

“Leg dich auf den Rücken und strecke die Arme über dem Kopf aus”, forderte Anne.

Ich lege mich auf die Liege, meine Beine wurden gespreizt und festgebunden, meine Arme wurden ebenfalls festgebunden. Gestreckt und fixiert lag ich auf der Liege, bewegungslos und wehrlos, ausgeliefert. Dann wurde mir eine Schlafmaske über die Augen gezogen. Feuchte, warme Lippen küssten mich, dann noch ein zweites Paar, “Gute Nacht, schlaf gut Michaela!” riefen beide fast im Chor.

Ich hörte die Bettdecke raschelt, beide Frauen kuschelten sich aneinander. Ich versuchte die Geräusche zu identifizieren, das leise Schmatzen, das karren des Bettes, das leichte Stöhnen, quietschen und tuscheln der Frauen. Kopfkino, was passierte dort, obwohl ich nichts sah und auch nichts eindeutiges hörte, diese Situation war sehr erregend und mein Schwanz, schwankte halbsteif hin und her. Plötzlich war es ruhig, unheimlich ruhig, ich spürte aber das jemand neben mir stand.

Finger schlossen sich um meinen Schwanz und bewegten sich langsam und sanft auf und ab. Gleichzeit spürte ich Haut an meinen Ohren, etwas feuchtes, warmes gerührte meine Lippen und drückte sich gegen sie. Vorsichtig öffnete ich den Mund, schob meine Zunge hinaus und schmeckte die Feuchtigkeit, es war Else, Else Fotzensaft. Ich hatte ihn im Auto zum kosten bekommen und jetzt wiedererkannt. Meine Zunge durchfuhr die nasse Spalte, spürte den Kitzler, den dick wie eine Brustwarze war. Lutschte ihn, saugte ihn in meinen Mund und biss vorsichtig zu. Else senkte ihr Becken und drückte ihre Fotze fester auf meinen Mund. Ich leckte wie ein Verrückter, schneller und schneller.

Die Hand an meinem Schwanz fuhr immer noch auf und ab, zog die Vorhaut zurück und wieder vor. Etwas warmes stülpte sich über meine Eichel, nein das waren kein Mund, das war eine geile Fotze, die einen Schwanz wollte. Langsam wurde mein Schwanz in Besitz genommen, immer tiefer drang er ein und ich versuchte mein Becken zu heben, um noch tiefer einzudringen.

Das Stöhnen über meinem Kopf wurde immer lauter, das spornte mich zusätzlich an, diese Fotze über mir zu lecken und zu befriedigen. Mit einem lauten Schrei rollte der Orgasmus über Else, die ich geleckt hatte, ihr Saft überflutete meinen Mund, ich versuchte zu schlucken, es war zu viel, es lief links und rechts aus dem Mund. Else hatte ihr Versprechen wahr gemacht.

Ich spürte, wie sich meine Eier zusammenzogen und mein Saft sich auf dem Weg machte, Ich spritzte meinen Samen in Annes Fotze. Anne hob ihr Becken und mein Schwanz rutsche aus ihr heraus, plötzlich war ich allein, ich hörte, wie beide Frauen unter die Decke krabbelten und leise miteinander redeten. Anne war sehr aufgeregt, aber ich verstand nicht was sie sagte, der Ton ihrer Stimme verriet Verärgerung.

Es fiel mir wie Schuppen von den Augen, ich hatte versagt, ich hatte abgespritzt, aber Anne war noch nicht gekommen. Ich gehörte ihr, war ihr Lustobjekt, und ich war da, um sie zu befriedigen, nicht für meine eigene Lust. Meine Gedanken rasten im Kreis, drehten sich immer um den gleichen Punkt, könnte Anne mir verzeihen, oder war ich es nicht mehr wert, ihre Lustsklavin zu sein. Nackt, gefesselt und mit Fotzenschleim verschmiert schlief ich spät und unruhig ein. Was erwartete mich am nächsten Morgen.

Breeding Sasha Ch. 01

Ass

Author’s note:

This is a work of fiction set in the future. The conditions pertaining to the world at that time are fictional, as are all characters in the story and the location. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

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Sasha woke early in the morning, the combination of a change in time zone and an unfamiliar bed conspiring to limit her sleep. She stretched her gorgeous body, luxuriating in the warmth of the room, and pressed the control to clear the window so she could see the magnificent view.

Outside the sun shone from a clear blue sky onto the azure ocean whose waves were breaking gently onto the sloping white sand of the beach. Tall palm trees fringed the beach and she noticed several people swimming in the sea and lying on the glistening white sand. Too good a day to stay in bed, she thought as she threw back the covers and stepped through the door onto her own private patio. The warm sun caressed her naked body, a sensation which she had forgotten since her childhood.

After a few minutes on the patio she re-entered her suite and checked her electronic personal assistant (EPA) for any messages. Just a text message from her best friend, asking that she contact her when she had time and hoping she had a safe and enjoyable flight. She pressed the diary icon and the screen displayed her program for today:

Room number B172 Occupier: Sasha Lidgow Personal id. B477815 Age: 20

Status: Fem Breeder Grade: Neophyte 1 Intake: 2591

Monday 27 July 2314 Local time 0728 Location: Valalu Breeding Resort, Valalu Island.

Current temp 72F Predicted max temp 85F

Assigned impregnator: Troy Ashleigh Personal id.: I744511 Age 22

Status: Impregnator Grade: Exper 4

May be contacted by pressing the ‘Impreg’ button on your room pager from anywhere in the resort.

Assigned waiter: Andy Fitzgerald Personal Id.: W422691

May be contacted by pressing the ‘Call’ button on your room pager from anywhere in the resort.

Notes:

Valalu Breeding Resort is a clothing optional resort, located 3 degrees north of the equator and therefore possessing an idyllic climate all year round. Temp range between 65 and 85F, ocean temp range between 60 and 70F. Usual length of stay 21 days. Purpose: to enable selected breeders to procreate in a relaxed environment.

Your program for today:

0800 — Breakfast served by Andy in your room.

0900 — Attend briefing in room G4 — see location map on wall screen for directions. Clothing: optional.

1000 — Meet with your impregnator Troy after the briefing.

Remainder of the day is free for you to familiarize yourself with the resort, the island and Troy.

Enjoy your stay.

Sasha was a little disconcerted at the impersonal way that it all seemed to be handled. However, she realized that it was difficult to convey anything emotional through an EPA screen. She hoped that Troy would be a little less impersonal.

Sasha unpacked her bag and placed her belongings in the bathroom. Her pre-arrival briefing had suggested she bring minimal clothing and the reason for this was now obvious to her. She placed the few items she had brought in the closet, had a shower to wash off the travel grime and sat on her patio watching the waves while waiting for breakfast.

A light knock on the door and her waiter opened it, not waiting to be invited, and entered with a tray loaded with fresh fruit, juice, a selection of cereals, a hot meal under an insulated cover and a plunger of coffee. However, the first thing Sasha noticed was not the delicious breakfast but the fact that the waiter was totally naked. The logic that clothing optional meant just what it said, and that this would apply to everyone at the resort, had failed to sink in. Sasha had difficulty meeting his eyes as hers kept straying downwards to his large, semi-erect penis bobbing beneath the tray.

“Good morning Sasha,” he greeted her. “I hope you had a restful sleep. Welcome to Valalu Breeding Resort. My name’s Andy and I’ll be your waiter for the duration of your stay with us. If there’s anything that you need please don’t hesitate to press the Call button on your room pager.”

While Andy was saying this he was expertly unloading the tray onto the patio table.

“Thank you, Andy,” replied Sasha, trying hard to meet his eyes rather than stare at his penis. “I’m looking forward to my stay and I expect that during the three weeks I’m here we’ll get to know each other quite well.”

She blushed as she realized this could be taken in a more personal way than she had intended, but he obviously saw nothing wrong in her remark, or, if he did, he didn’t show any untoward response.

“So you’ve received today’s program on your EPA, I guess?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you. I haven’t checked where room G4 is yet but I guess I’ll be able to find it easily. After that fatih escortları Troy will be accompanying me on my resort famil tour.”

“Ah, so you have Troy as your impregnator. You are so fortunate. He has an admirable record. Most breeders become pregnant during the first cycle with Troy; he has a far better record than many of the other impregnators. He’s also very sexy and easy on the eyes, so the women say, and totally trustworthy. You’ll really enjoy him, I’m sure.”

“That’s great to hear,” replied Sasha, slightly embarrassed to be discussing the man whose job it was to make her pregnant, with her waiter. “I’m looking forward to meeting him this morning.”

“Enjoy your breakfast,” said Andy, moving towards the door after finishing laying her table.

“Just before you go,” said Sasha, “What’s the story with clothing? Is it Ok for me to just stay naked all the time or are there some places where I should wear something?”

“Naked anywhere and at any time is fine. You’ll notice that it is lots warmer here than where you’re from so you’ll not feel cold at all. If you’re naked and sitting on public chairs it is good form to sit on a towel. You’ll find a towel in your bathroom that you can use. The towel is also useful if the chair’s in the sun; saves you scorching your derriere,” he smiled.

“Do you ever wear clothing?” asked Sasha, curious.

“Very rarely and then only reluctantly. You’ll notice that I am tanned all over; I really like that look. It also feels so free to be naked and I feel claustrophobic when wearing any clothes at all. However, sometimes I do need to wear a penis pouch as he can get in the way a little at times.” He grinned as he said that, noticing her slight flush as she looked as his large member again. “As I said, anything I can do for you please just let me know,” he added with a wink.

“Thank you, yes I will,” said Sasha as he walked to the door.

After he closed the door she felt her vulva and noticed it was decidedly moist. Surely he wouldn’t mean that he was offering those services, would he? After all, she was here to become pregnant, but that was Troy’s job, not his, wasn’t it? Perhaps he was offering that service but would wear a condom. I guess time will tell was her final thought as she started eating her breakfast, only then realizing how ravenous she had become.

Sasha found room G4 easily from the wall screen map and also from her EPA, the location having been programmed into it allowing her to use the GPS function. Experimentally she pressed the Home button and noticed it directed her to her room, B172. They thought of everything. As she entered G4 she found there were about 15 women already there, most of them naked but a few wearing a brief bikini bottom or other token item of clothing. The first thing she noticed was that all the women were very attractive and had the appearance of being self-assured and intelligent. She had expected this, figuring that if she was part of a selective breeding program then it was people like these who should produce the next generations of the human race. She sat on her towel next to a stunning black woman and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Sasha,” she said.

“Hi Sasha, I’m Tracy,” she replied, “Did you just get in last night?”

“Yes, arrived late so didn’t get much sleep. However, with weather like this in an idyllic place who needs sleep?”

“Yes, it’s great, eh. I guess this is what it was like a couple of centuries ago in summertime in the temperate regions, but it’s now only like this in the tropics thanks to the global cooling that’s taken place.”

“Yes, my grandparents showed me a book of very old photos in which people were swimming in places where now there is permanent sea ice. A really amazing climate change in a relatively short time.”

“So I’m guessing that all these women are breeders?” asked Tracy.

“Well, I know I am, I guess you are so I also guess they are as well. Is this your first time?”

“Yes, I turned twenty last Thursday so was put into this intake. Is it your first time too?”

“Yes, I turned twenty last Tuesday — two days older than you,” Sasha smiled, “So it’s my first time as well.”

“What did you think of the selection process?” asked Tracy

“Pretty grueling, but I guess if the future of the human race depends on us then they need to be sure that the best stock are producing the next generations. I was amazed at the depth of the enquiries, even going back four generations to check for any genetic impairment. The gene research into genetic deformities being transmitted through many generations is pretty conclusive, so I feel their tests are fully justified. “

“Good to see, but quite intrusive really. I guess they told you all about the degenerative diseases and impairments that occurred in the past due to humans fiddling around with food and changing the patterns of genes. Imagine doing that when you had absolutely no idea of the long term effects.”

At that moment a tall, blonde woman, who looked sarıyer escortları to be in her late twenties, took the podium and everyone hushed expectantly.

“Good morning Breeders,” she began, “My name is Danielle and I’m in charge of the Valalu Breeding Resort. You will find my contact details on your EPAs in case you need me. Welcome to Valalu Breeding Resort and Valalu Island. We think it’s a great place and we certainly hope that you enjoy your stay here. You may find that the hardest part of the whole session is leaving to go home.

“You have most of the details about the resort and island on your EPAs now and also on your room wall screens. You no doubt realise that your purpose here is to procreate the human race and to provide further suitable breeding stock for future generations. Nobody knows how long Iceberg Earth will last except that the previous times this has happened the cold period has come on very quickly, just like this one, and it has taken around 80,000 years for the earth to rewarm. So we have to maintain an excellent gene pool if we are to have any hope of still inhabiting this planet when it rewarms. For this reason I make no apologies for the grueling selection program you have been though. We believe that you will more easily become pregnant in a relaxed environment so that is what we aim to provide here. Statistically, 92% of you will become pregnant during the next 21 days. That is the best percentage of any breeding resort so we must be doing something right.

“I am pleased to see so many of you naked. The freedom of being naked also adds to the relaxation that you will feel here. There really is no occasion when you will need to wear clothing here as the climate is extremely equable and the permanent residents rarely if ever wear anything at all.

“Very soon you will be introduced to your impregnators. These men have been carefully selected for having potent sperm, being sexually very active and having pleasing personalities for interacting with women. When you see them I think you’ll also agree that they are very easy on your eyes.

“What you do here is very much up to you. I suggest that you mix active pursuits, such as swimming snorkeling, boating or walking with less active pursuits like sleeping, reading and watching the odd movie. In between these, of course, you have work to do; making love with your impregnator. I’m sure you will find that work to your liking.

“Who are at a breeding resort for the first time? Hands up please.”

Sasha and Tracy raised their hands along with many of the others.

“Now, of those, who have been really good and are still virgins? No problems if you’re not, I would just like to know.”

Both Sasha and Tracy kept their hands in the air; most of the others did also.

“Congratulations. So for you, tonight will be an interesting night, making love with a man for the first time. My advice, take it slowly and enjoy the experience. Your impregnators have all been expertly trained in releasing a woman from her virginity and for many it is their highest achievement, apart from siring healthy, strong, intelligent children, of course.

“So for all of you, newbies and veterans, feel free to enjoy sex with your impregnator as often as you wish. You may also like some variety by coupling with other male staff, in which case it is unnecessary for any prophylactic or birth control protection to be taken as all staff here are tested regularly for any diseases and all male staff are vasectomized. So the only males in the resort with viable sperm are the impregnators. In view of this and for our record keeping purposes, it is important that your allocated impregnator is the only impregnator with whom you have sex until it is confirmed that you are pregnant.

“So without further ado, here are your impregnators.”

A line of naked men walked into the room, all of them robust, strong, intelligent looking guys who, in the eyes of the women, were drop dead gorgeous. The majority of the women were staring mostly at crotch level, noticing the line of partly or almost fully erect penises parading in front of them. Sasha felt herself becoming moist from this display of manliness.

Similarly, the impregnators were looking around the group of women eagerly, noting that once again all the women were drop dead gorgeous and eminently fuckable. These observations added to the hardness of their male members.

“As I call out your names one by one, please come forward and meet your allocated impregnator who will then accompany you to your room. This will be the last formal gathering we will have until just before you leave, so once again enjoy your stay on Valalu and we wish you all the best for wonderfully fulfilling pregnancies and uncomplicated deliveries.”

Danielle started calling out women’s names and as each was called they went forward to meet their impregnator, who greeted their breeder with a kiss and then they walked together out of the room. Sasha was the fifth name called and she nervously maltepe escortları walked forward to meet Troy, a remarkably handsome man with an intelligent face, large penis and wonderful muscles. If he was the future of humankind then the planet was in safe hands.

They embraced and kissed briefly, Sasha enjoying the heady manliness of his naked body, then they walked to Sasha’s room.

When they entered the room, Sasha turned to him again to sample another kiss and embrace. They clung together closely, lips touching, then joining and remaining together lingeringly. After several minutes they parted and, still holding each other, pushed one another away a little to have a closer look at each other.

Troy’s penis was now at full erection.

“Omigod,” said Sasha, “Is all that meant to fit inside me?”

“Only if you want it all inside you,” replied Troy. “The choice will always be yours but I’ll guarantee that by the end of the first week you’ll want it all and more if I had it.”

“Hmmm, we’ll see,” replied Sasha. “So when’s the big deed? My defloration?”

“Whenever you wish, my dear,” replied a smiling Troy. “I am yours to command. The only thing I do insist on is that we have sex often enough so that you leave here with a baby growing inside you. Other than that, sex can be once a week, once a day or once an hour, whichever you choose.”

Sasha digested this for a short time, still holding Troy with one hand while her other hand explored his rampant penis and cupped his huge testicle-filled scrotum.

“You really are built like a stud bull,” she said. “What happens if I squeeze these?” she asked devilishly giving his balls a squeeze.

“If you only squeeze them that much, that’s fine, but if you try to squeeze them hard enough to damage them I think you will find that I may respond in a less friendly manner. Let’s not try that, eh.”

Sasha released his scrotum and ran both her hands over his chest while thrusting her hips forwards so that her pussy rested against his hard cock.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” she asked huskily.

“Yes, my darling, whenever you’re ready for me.”

Sasha pushed Troy backwards onto the bed and followed him, ending up lying on top of his chest and cock.

“You lead,” she said, “You know what you’re doing.”

Troy rolled onto his left side, taking Sasha with him, and began kissing her again while at the same time caressing her firm back, sides and breasts, avoiding her nipples for the moment. Sasha reciprocated by gently rubbing his chest and back, unable to reach his cock which was lodged between her legs. They remained like this for nearly half an hour, just becoming accustomed to each other’s smell and feel.

“You feel so wonderfully sexy,” murmured Troy, stroking her long blonde hair.

“Mmmmm, so do you,” she replied rubbing from his buttocks to his shoulders.

“Have you used tampons?” asked Troy.

“Yes, darling, no hymen to break through.”

“That’s great; no mess to clean up.”

“By the way, where do you sleep at night?

“With you, sweetheart, right here. Is that Ok with you?

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I was just curious. So that means we can make love all night long if we want.”

“Yes, that’s right, and all day as well if you wish.”

“And you wouldn’t run out of, you know, goo?”

“Sperm? Or cum if you like? I probably would. The sperm takes a while to mature after it’s made so it’s important that I inject mature sperm into you, not immature sperm. So it’s best if we make love every second day. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex as much as you want. We can always have sex so long as I don’t cum too often. There are lots of ways I can make you cum apart from using my babymaker.”

“Oh. That’s great. And you wouldn’t get frustrated?”

“Not if I knew that I’d get to release my cum in you in the next little while. Are you ready to go further now?”

“Oh yes, please fuck me. Please open up my cunt with your huge cock, impale me, split me in half, do it now, darling. Oh I love you already and we only met about an hour or so ago. Do me now, honey.”

Troy rolled Sasha onto her back and started work on her in earnest, caressing her breasts and nipples, gently rubbing her abdomen, avoiding her pussy, rubbing the inside of her thighs, then starting all over again from the top.

Sasha lay back and enjoyed it. She had never received this treatment, never been so stimulated. She felt her vagina juicing, felt the womanly lubrication running down between her arse cheeks. She felt feelings inside, as though her stomach was turning inside out, feelings she had never felt before and which she never wanted to be without in future.

Troy sensed she was ready for the next level. He started to gently massage her pussy lips, spreading the juices around, parting them, teasing her clitoris, rubbing his fingers between her lips and just allowing the tip of his finger to enter her vagina. He kept this up for 15 minutes by which time Sasha was panting and rolling from side to side, feeling herself approaching what she knew would be a crashing orgasm. Like all girls, she had played with her feminine parts, bringing herself to climaxes, but she had never felt this amount of stimulation before.

Bus Ride With Pete

Cumshot

My name is Aisha and I live in Panama. I am 21 years old Hispanic woman I am 5’6″ tall about 120 lbs with long black hair that comes down to my waist, gray eyes and my measurements are 36c 22 36 and at my age I have to work hard to keep it. Panama is a beautiful country and as a tourist you would enjoy our climate and nightlife. As a resident I have a good job and work hard. I am in a supervisor position for my company and like most women in Panama I still wear a business dress to work on occasion.

Another reality of life here is that a lot of people use public transportation. If you make the right busses it a pleasant journey, though the rough roads and older busses can be more like an amusement park ride, but like everything in life you become accustomed to it. If I am running late in the morning or on the way home and miss my usual busses the later ones are always filled to capacity and I generally will have to stand for the entire trip, often in very close proximity to other commuters, it can be very tight. Everyone will push and shove until the bus is so crowded you can barley move and the driver has a hard time even shutting the door. On these busses it is not unusual to packed like sardines.

Last Tuesday, I had to do a presentation to Senior Management. As is normal in these cases I wore on of my best business dresses and really took care to look right. It is in these types of meetings that a woman can have an opportunity to be noticed and if she is good at her job, it can lead to further advancement. So I worked very hard on my presentation and on how I looked for this meeting.

While I love my job there are aspects of our working environment that are less then ideal. Usually we just make do and find ways to survive those things. For example in our office there is a mail clerk named Peter. I think he is someone’s son because he is terrible at his job and he is a complete pervert. He is probably close to 60 years old and still a mail clerk. He is balding with a potbelly and definitely at least a nerd if not mentally challenged. All the women in the office wish he would be transferred to the loading dock or factory because he will do everything he can to ogle us. If we drop a pencil and bend down to pick it up, Peter finds a way to peer down our dresses and look at our tits. I have seen him drop mail on the floor and when he picks it up he tries to look under your skirt. So we try to always bayan escort merter know where Peter is and avoid allowing him these perverted moments.

My presentation was a complete success and with everyone complementing me after, I ended up late for my bus. I was so high from all the complements that I almost floated to the bus stop, but once I arrived my heart sank quickly. There were so many people waiting for this bus that if I was not sharp and fast, I might not even get on, rush hour is always like that. I wanted to get home and share the news with my family, and I knew that missing this bus would put me hours behind and take the joy out of delivering my news to my family.

I noticed that among this crowd was, Peter. He was standing to the side and I quickly moved to hide myself from him, I did not want to get stuck talking to him on the bus. I did notice as I peeked from my hiding place that Peter was openly ogling all the young women. Unfortunately I also noticed that he must have removed his underwear because the outline of his cock was readily visible through his slacks.

I kept an eye on him and watched for the bus, I knew I would have to be quick to get on, and the last thing I wanted was to be left here waiting for the next bus with Peter. I saw everyone begin to inch towards the bus stop and I knew the bus would be here soon, so I picked up my briefcase and pushed my way to a spot where I figured I would get on. I knew there would be no seats but I just wanted to get home.

The bus came to a stop and the doors opened and it was like opening night at a concert. Everyone pushed and shoved to get on, I did too! I was lucky I managed to get on the bus in the tail end of those who made it. I knew that because my movement was stopped right next to the fist row of seats, and only a handful of people would fit between me, and the door. I was wedged in, but I was on the bus. The woman in front of me was older and someone got up and gave her the seat, which caused some pushing and shoving to make room to allow this. The man, who had given up the seat, an older oriental man, was now wedged right in front of me and I could feel another person wedged behind me. It was so tight in there that my arms were actually pinned to my sides by the passengers on either side. The good news was if I fell asleep I could not fall, the bad news was if I had an itch on my shoulder or anadolu yakası escort bayan face, I could not reach to scratch it.

The bus doors were now closed and the bus lurched to a start, causing all of us to push into one another and then back again as the bus jostled its way down the road. I could feel the person behind me was a fatter man as his belly was pushing into my back, and by cruel luck the man in front of my was the oriental man who was just tall enough to have his nose pushing against my breast.

As the bus continued on its journey I felt what must have been a cock pressing up against my ass. This is not unusual on these busses, after all if a man is that close and the woman is young, sometimes the man becomes excited and his cock gets a little hard. This has happened to me before, and its normal. Not fun but normal. However this time I could feel the cock rubbing back and forth against my ass, almost as if the man was conscientiously trying to masturbate on me. I was able to glance back and was shocked to see that the man behind me was, yeah you guessed it, Peter. He acted as though he wasn’t conscious of what he was doing, as he was reading a paper wile standing behind.

I turned back quickly to the front and I began to feel Peter’s cock getting hard as he continued to rub himself on my ass. There was nothing I could do, I was wedged in I would have to hope that my stop came quickly or people got off soon I had no other options.

Some of the roads here, as I said earlier are not good and the bouncing and swaying of the bus gave Peter and his still hardening cock the room he needed to rub against me. His cock was now positioned in the crack of my ass, and the oriental man seemed to also take advantage of this as he continued to rub my tits with his face and he now had his cock pressing to my pussy and he was getting hard as well. This was going to be the trip from hell.

Peter kept pushing his cock further and further in my crack aided by the motions of the bus. I felt Peter’s hand sliding down my hips and then I felt my skirt being slowly pulled up. He would soon have the back of my skirt over my ass and then only my thin panties would be between my and that ever-hardening cock. Shit!

I could now feel his pant covered cock on my ass cheeks, as my skirt no longer protected me. I was surprised that such an old man could get that bayan escort besiktaş hard, I could not see him, but it felt like a decent size cock. He continued to slide his cock up and down my crack and the oriental man, whose cock was also hard was pushing himself into my front and trying to do the same to me as Peter was on my back.

I was panicking because there was nothing I could do. The busses were very noisy, with everyone talking and the engine roaring, even if I yelled for help no one could hear me. So there I stood with one cock stuck in my ass crack and another hard cock poking the front of my pussy.

I guess just pulling my dress up was not enough for him because I next felt my panties being pulled up and wedging themselves deep into my ass crack and my pussy. I could feel the inside of my cunt begin to get wet and my breasts, being pushed in to the Oriental man’s face had hardened my nipples and I knew if this did not stop, that I too might have an orgasm on this bus.

My mind returned to my ass as I now noticed that there was no material between my ass crack and Peter’s hard cock. Peter must have freed his cock from his pants. The sweat of the day made it possible for his cock to slide easily up and down my crack and at times I could feel the head of his cock as it traveled up and down. The situation in front was just as bad, with the Oriental man’s cock somehow freed of his pants and because of the dress being pulled up in the back the hem in front was now riding just above my waist giving him access to my pussy. Now I had two dicks rubbing me one over my pussy and the other in my ass crack and the bus was bouncing back and forth allowing both dicks to continue to move on me.

As the bus rounded a corner, I could see my stop a few miles down the road and while my mind said hurry my body realized I was not going to be saved from this experience. . In a few more seconds I felt an eruption on my back as Peter’s cock had cum between my ass cheeks.

It was then that two things happened, the bus stopped and opened it door and I was able to quickly get off the bus and straighten my clothes to look presentable. Thankfully the others who had gotten off were ignorant of my circumstances and wandered towards their homes or destinations. Neither Peter not the Oriental had gotten off, thank god.

As I began to walk home I became disgusted with how I had been used by two men on the bus. I knew that in a couple of months I might look back on this and find some enjoyment, but now as I walked home I was mad, frustrated and angry. Feeling the wet stickiness of his cum as it rubbed between my ass and thighs only further inflamed me and I walked even quicker to my home and a hot shower.

Candid Fetish Interview 03

Amateur

Pauline from Canterbury, Kent, UK

Interviewed in Charing Cross Hotel, London 22 February 1994

Tape transcribed in Sept 2000 [Name changed and photograph missing.]

Interviewer

Hello. Thanks for coming. I think it’s been a little easier for you than me, today. My first train was cancelled; not just delayed! I hope you don’t mind the late start for our meeting.

Pauline

No, that’s fine. You called me in good time so I took an easy trip into town and did some shopping.

Interviewer

I’m glad. Now; your letter said that you’ve tight-laced for some years but could you start us off by telling me a quick history. Your age and your job and all that. Then I’ll ask you a few more questions. Is that OK?

Pauline

Fine. I’m 31 years old and I work as a secretary at an examinations board. I got married four years ago and my husband Graham is a teacher. Actually, he’s deputy head of a big school. Does that give you some idea?

Interviewer

Yes and can you tell me about the waist training?

Pauline

[Little laugh.] I forgot about that. Sorry. Well; I started to lace myself tightly, seriously, before we got married. I think Graham first noticed me because of my waist even then, and it wasn’t tiny, you know. Not then. After we were married, he took over with as much enthusiasm as I had before. It’s become a kind of hobby with us both and he looks after me. Is that what you want to know?

Interviewer

Yes thank you. Can you tell me how you got started in training your waist? What was the thing that got you started?

Pauline

I’d always liked to have my waist held firmly, you know. At school, I always wore my belt and my skirts tighter than I should. As soon as I could, I bought for myself some very firm panty girdles and a corselette – a bit old-fashioned really, but I just wanted to feel that pressure. I got pleasure in my body from the pressure, do you understand me? Even before I had real sex or even got very intimate with a man, I had the pleasure for myself in my tight clothes. Then when I was 23, I saw an exhibition of real corsets and I just had to try one somehow. The organisers had a couple for visitors to try, so I did and I was amazed. It didn’t fit me very well but the feeling was just what I’d always been looking for. Then I knew that I wanted to be corseted tight from then on.

Interviewer

And where do you think this desire came from? Did you mother wear corsets or other women in the family?

Pauline

No. it just came all by itself from being a small girl. I knew I wanted it before I tried it. I even knew I’d like it before I tried it. Isn’t that silly? It must sound mad to you, but that’s how it was. After Graham and I met, my desire for a small waist really got going. It wasn’t just about tight, it was about tiny. Does that make sense?

Interviewer

I think so. Can you think why it became so important to you? Had you seen tiny waists before or read about women with tight corsets, perhaps?

Pauline

No. Whenever I pulled my belt tight, I got excited. If it was really tight – so that it was beginning to hurt – you know, escort bayan topkapı then I could reach an orgasm with the littlest of touching. Do you understand me? It was just a physical reflex for me. Tightness first, then excitement, then climax. It was always like that when I was a girl.

Interviewer

So how did you develop your interest and the excitement as you grew up? When you got the proper corset, did you feel that you wanted to be with a man or with someone else, anyway? Or was it still a private thing, just for you?

Pauline

Hmm. It’s quite complicated, you know. When I started to lace my waist very tight, I wanted to know about sex at the same time. After all, I was growing up and getting the urges, just like everyone else. [Little laugh.] In my mind they were two separate things but I wanted them to be together. I was looking for a man who would help me with my excitement; you know, with my corset. They just grew together to be the same interest; the same excitement. Does that make sense?

Interviewer

I think so. At what stage, then, did you find a man to share your – er – excitement? You haven’t mentioned a man at all at that stage.

Pauline

Ah well, I did meet an older man who gave me everything I wanted and treated me like royalty, you know. He bought me things and took me places but it wasn’t right. He wasn’t really interested in my waist training at all; just in sex with a younger woman. Towards the end, he made me feel cheap and I’ve never got over that feeling. Then I met Graham when I was nearly 26 and it was great right from the start. He loved my waist and all the things about my corsets. He loved to lace me in and measure me and all that sort of thing. He still does. That’s why we get on so well, I suppose. It’s a bit selfish of me, isn’t it? But it’s perfect with Graham and all my excitement is mixed up with emotions now, as well as with my waist. [Little laugh.]

Interviewer

That sounds wonderful for you and for him, too. Are you saying that your excitement – you orgasm, you know – is part of the tightlacing? That’s one of the main questions we’re investigating. What do you think about that?

Pauline

Things have changed over the years as my waist got smaller. Now, today, I can’t climax at all when I’m fully laced up. The pressure and the immobileness [sic] stop me from going over the edge. Do you know what I mean? If we let me out a little, just an inch or so, then I can get fabulous feelings. Really mind-blowing. They last for minutes and I think I exhaust Graham sometimes. [Little laugh.] Is that what you mean?

Interviewer

Yes but it’s a different story from other tightlacers. You seem to be saying that your sexual response is weaker when you’re very tight. Is that right?

Pauline

Not really. My feelings and responses are still very strong but the final climax needs me to move around a bit – more than I can in the corset at its tightest. Do you get me?

Interviewer

I think so. But before we go any further, could you tell me what you mean by tightlacing? How tight is too tight for you? So that it stops your – er escort bayan kadıköy – climax. I can’t tell what you’re wearing today or how small your waist really is.

Pauline

Well, at my tightest, my waist is 17 inches and that’s when I can’t go the edge in my climax. I’ve got two corsets with that waist size, and I love wearing them just of the feelings of the control and the shape under my hands. This is a photograph of me in one of the 17-inch corsets but it’s not closed tight. It’s probably 19 inches in this photo. You can keep it if you want.

Interviewer

Thank you very much. Photographs always make a better report than just the recording. You look very happy in this picture. Where was it taken?

Pauline

In our garden, near the garage. Early morning so the light’s not so good but you can see what I like. Any tighter than that, and I have problems with my climax. Lots of nice feelings, you know, but not the big bang at the end. [Little laugh.]

But I need to explain something else. For a long time we’ve only made love when I’m laced-in. It’s important for me and now I think it’s become important for him, too. Er – how shall I say this – Graham seems to get excited only when I’m really tight. So I think it’s become – er – essential for him as well. He gets really excited and masculine, when he’s laced me in tightly. [Little laugh.]

Interviewer

Now I understand. Today you’re not wearing close-fitting clothes. Is that usual? Many tightlacers like to show off their figures. How do you feel about that?

Pauline

I don’t like to. I almost always wear loose clothes to hide my tight waist. I just don’t want to show it off. It’s a private thing for Graham and me. Do you understand me?

Interviewer

Yes, of course. Why is that, do you think? Other people would be interested to see your waist and may be excited with you.

Pauline

I don’t care. Ever since my first man friend made me feel bad about myself, I’ve kept myself covered up. I have this sense of shame which I know is silly, but I can’t help it. I just feel odd; you know, like I was a pervert or something. I find myself hiding away sometimes, so that friends won’t see my figure. Like at Christmas parties and that sort of thing. Doesn’t it sound pathetic? Sorry.

Interviewer

No need to apologise to me. I wish I had your figure and your perseverance to train for all these years. I’ll report what you’ve said because I think it’s unusual. For the record, what are you wearing today underneath your ordinary clothes?

Pauline I’m wearing a 19-inch black corset which is quite short below my waist but right up to my bra at the top. Graham laced me into it this morning at 7:30 and I’ll keep it on until he get back from work this evening. Then he’ll let me out and I’ll shower, I should think, and then he’ll put me into another corset for the evening. Maybe I’ll wear it all night, if that’s what he – er, I mean if that’s what we want.

Interviewer

Do you have stockings as well, today?

Pauline

Yes, I always wear stockings because they keep the corset down, in place, if you will. escort bayan fındıkzade [Little laugh.] I’ve also got on a little white pantie girdle instead of just panties, you know. I like the feel of the control ovder my tummy and around my bottom. [Little laugh.] Actually, it’s not light control; it’s probably firm control but I can hardly feel it next to the corset. It’s got short legs so I can feel the control around my legs as well. I’ve got a bra to match the black of the corset and a slip over everything. Is that what you want to know?

Interviewer

Yes, thank you. And your measurements today, what do you think they are?

Pauline

Oh, there’s no mistake about that. [Little laugh.] We always measure me after I’m laced up – over the corset. I’m 36C-19-38. So next to my skin, it’s probably 18. I got weighed this morning and I’m 9stone 4 lbs [130 lbs or 59 kilo]. In these heels, I’m 5ft 9ins tall [175 cm]. These are pretty high heels for me; 4½ inches [11.5 cm] Does that give you a good picture of me – as well as the photo? [Little laugh.]

Interviewer

Yes, thank you. Could you give me some idea how your corseting fits in with your life style – with your work and all that sort of thing? Is that alright?

Pauline

Yes. Well, I work as a secretary – did I say that before? – and I wear clothes that hide my figure. I don’t take part in office games or sports, you know, because I don’t want to be found out. My corseting is a secret for Graham and me, and it’s our pleasure; not for anyone else. We eat a normal diet. We’re not vegetarian or anything like that. [Little laugh.] We both like the theatre and music concerts. Classical music you know. [Little laugh.] Not many of my work friends would go to our kind of concert, I don’t think.

Interviewer

Some tightlacers seem to have trouble with their families; their parents and brothers and sisters. Have you found that?

Pauline

Sometimes. My mother always tried to get me to stop tightlacing but she gave up when I got to about 21 inches. I think she liked the idea of having a very shapely daughter and, anyway, she knew I’d get my way eventually. [Little laugh.] I’ve got two sisters and a brother. They all seem to have got used to the idea. You now, “It’s just our Pauline with her strange tight waist”. But there’s no trouble anymore; just odd looks and little digs. Do you get the idea?

Interviewer

Yes, thanks. Well, we’ve come to the end of my questioning. Please may I keep the photo? Your story is a bit different from others we’ve had so I think someone may contact you again. Is that OK?

Pauline

Yes, of course. It’s been good to talk about my life and my figure. I don’t get much chance, you know. I wish a few other women had the pleasure I get; then we could exchange ideas and plans.

Interviewer

Actually, I meant to ask you about that. Do you know other tightlacers?

Pauline

Just one. She lives in London and we meet maybe three times a year. We first met when our corset maker confused our fitting days and after that we became friends. She’s about ten years older than I am but we get on really well.

Interviewer

Thank you Pauline for all your help and the useful information you’ve given me. I hope you have a good rest of your day. Are you doing some more shopping?

Pauline

Probably, and I’m meeting a friend at the National [Gallery of Art] for tea. It’s been good to see you.

Bob and David Become Butt Buddies

Amateur

It was a Sunday morning. Bob and David had just woken up from their house. It was time to detassel.

David says, “What is detasseling?”

Bob says, “It’s where we pick corn.”

So, David and Bob arrived at the corn field. A man had approached them and said, “Bob did you forget your overalls. YOU ARE FIRED! I told you all in an email to bring them!”

David says, “We can share my overalls.”

Bob says, “Really? Won’t we be really squished?”

The man sighed, “Fine you two can share. But you have to have them on for the whole 8 hours! If you don’t I could get sued.”

So, Bob and David put on the overalls. They were standing back to back or ass to ass in them. They were so squished because they are both really fat. So their ass cheeks were so pressed together as well as their backs.

David asks Bob, “Is it fine if I take off my jeans and my boxers and get into your jeans and boxers so we have more room in the overalls?”

Bob says, “Okaaay, suure.”

So, David took them off şişli escort and got into Bob’s jeans and boxers. David had said it would give them more room, but obviously it made them even more squished together.

Bob says, “Were kind of squished, especially our asses. I guess you can say we are butt buddies!”

David says, “Yeah haha, our butts are pretty much the same size. We sure are going to be grabbing ass all day!”

So, after about an hour, David had started to scratch his ass.

Bob says, “What are you doing?”

David says, “Just scratching my ass, it’s really itchy.” So they stopped working for 10 minutes waiting until he was done. When in reality he was trying to tie his ass hairs to Bob’s ass hairs.

Bob says “Are you done scratching yourself?”

David says, “Almost”. David was starting to get so hard because he was almost done tying all of the hair on the asses. When he finally got done he said “Okay, we can start working again.” He couldn’t believe Bob didn’t notice ümraniye bayan escort what he was doing.

Every time they bent down to pick the corn now, they could both feel a tug. Almost like a tug of war.

Bob says, “Why do I feel a tug.”

David says, “It’s nothing.”

David was feeling so excited and was getting so hard at every tug he felt. He wanted these moments to last forever.

David had stuck his hand in their overalls again and made it so their butts were even closer than before. He had spread his ass cheek, and asked Bob, “Could you spread your ass cheek. I think I see what’s tugging.”

Bob says, “Okay?”

And so David put his cheek inside Bob’s ass. And Bob’s cheek fell into David’s ass. So now they each had a cheek inside one another’s asses. David says, “Oh I think I fixed the tug.”

Bob didn’t look behind him at all and about a minute later said, “Why does it feel like my ass cheek is inside your ass and your ass cheek is inside my ass.”

David escort bayan nişantaşı said, “Oh, it’s just the sweat of our asses. That’s all it is.”

David was getting so aroused. It felt so incredible to him!

At the end of the 8 hours, Bob said, “Okay, let’s take off these overalls now. I think our butts have been close enough! As well as stuck enough for a day!”

David says, “I’m too lazy. Let’s do it when we get home.”

Bob says, “Fine.”

But they did take their asses out of each other but their ass hairs were still tied together.

On their way home in the subway, Bob says, “I still feel a tug.” He looks down into the overalls and see all their ass hairs tied together. “Did you do this?”

David says “It was probably our asses being together for so long, that caused them to tie together.”

Bob says, “Okay.”

So, when they got home, they untied their ass hairs. And put on their pajamas for bed. David asks Bob, “So, my pajamas are in the laundry, could we share.”

Bob says, “Haven’t we had enough of being ass to ass for one day? Fine get over here.”

So David got into Bob’s pajamas. And once again their asses were so squished together as well as their backs. They laid in bed and went to sleep. David couldn’t wait until the next day.

Black Femdom POV (Takeesha) Ch. 01

Double Penetration

This is new for me; I’m going to write a story into the Black Dom POV. We’ll see how it goes. I hope you enjoy and again, I can’t please anyone but I know I’ve got lots of readers so thanks for your message. I really enjoy it and enjoy your recommendations and idea of how you would proceed with one story in particular. After this one, I’ll stop creating new one for a while I think I’ll just continue the one already there.

*****

My name is Takeesha, at first look people may think I’m just another usual black woman of 25 years old. I’m 5’9, dark skin, not overweight but got some curves at the right place especially my big butt. I’ve lived all my life in a black neighborhood before my mother decided to go elsewhere and I could say we were different from them. I’ve seen most of my black friends and black people date the same race… some were into interracial or just didn’t care much but it was classic romance. For me, it was different. All my family was all into white people because we loved to dominate them except for my sister, we loved to take them and use them as we see fit.

My mother was 50 years old and she was a big black woman, her name was Sheri and since my black father died from a motorcycle accident 15 years ago she’s now only dating white guy and sometimes black guy when she wants to cuckold the white guy she’s with. By the way, I’m lesbian. 100% lesbian I don’t even want to see anything from a guy they repulse me. Humiliating them the extreme way wouldn’t even pleasure me but my mom, she love them. She loves to get control over them. She’s with Harry now, she always called him Harriet cause he’s in chastity and she’s trying to make her look like a complete sissy. Harriet bald now and hairless. He’s doing the cleaning of the house and worship my mother whenever she wants. Oh well, let’s forget about my weird mom fantasy and let’s talk about my sister.

My sister Sally looks just like Rihanna but taller and she’s into white girls just like me but she’s softer than me. They kiss each other, they lick escort şişli each other and she’s not taking much control over them. I’m pretty sure most of them would love Sally to act like me. They need to be dominated to be happy. They need to understand what their place is. I caught my sister one day with a white girl in top of her and she was licking her pussy, she was not dominating my sister that’s for sure but that was weak. Oh well, I’m so much different than my sister. I hope she wakes up one day but she’s only 21.

As for me, I’m into white woman of all ages. What I love the most is forcing them, seeing them kneel and pay homage to my big black ass. They kiss it, rim it and lick it. They hate it at first but after a while, it’s like a drug they can’t live without it. I’ve met one white blonde girl named Julie. She was a slut before me, I mean she was never able to commit with one girl and was always in different relationship after one or two month. I made her kneel and lick my ass.

Today, I had a big day, I had to go see my friend Shelly who were 35 years old. She was with her rich white husband of 45 years old. She knew how I was sexually and she didn’t care. She told me, she wished she had that drive but she was much more into classic romance. Before going out i had to see me stupid sister kiss her girlfriend who looked like a pornstar named Lexi Belle. Funny thing about it, she had the same name. Lexi. So Sally said I love you to Lexi, Lexi hand was groping sally but and I could see all that. Sally was so much different than me, I just hoped it would end cause seeing my sister getting groped by a white girl made me mad. After a few seconds Lexi stopped and french kissed Sally again before getting out of the house.

Lexi didn’t know yet how I was with white girls and she even didn’t know how my mother was. Every time sally told them, they never came back. I told Sally goodbye and went to my friend’s house which was not that far from my mom house.

I opened the door of Shelly house; I sat on the escort bayan taksim sofa where she was. She stood up and served me some red wine. We chatted for a while; I touched her boobs complimenting her about how big it was and joked if she was pregnant. Shelly laughed and said, not yet. Shelly told me she would love to get pregnant but she can’t right now cause of her stepdaughter. She’s too rebellious and seems to hate her to death. Shelly told me she dress like a cheap prostitute all the time. Her name was Bianca and she was the white daughter of her boyfriend Mike. Bianca was a cute brunette, really athletic. Small boobs, small butt. She have been caught several times stealing money from Mike and Shelly. Mike was not enough hard on her and always forgive her behaviors.

The door opened and it was Bianca, damn my friend was right she was stunning but dressed like a cheap whore for sure. She had no bra so we could see her nipple rubbing her pink tank top. She had a very small skirt too.

“You kidding girl? I can see your ass from where I am. Get something more appropriate right now,” said Shelly completely exasperated!

Bianca was 21 years old and was rolling is eyes looking at her stepmom.

“You’re not my mom, go fuck yourself,” said Bianca.

Wow, I could not believe how rude that little bitch was to my friend. Bianca got upstairs in her room and shut the door really hard. Shelly was starting to cry a bit, not a lot. She was clearly out of solution. Her cellphone rang, she answered after letting it ring 2 times. She said to me to get more wine because she had maybe 10 to 20 minute, it was an important call for her business. I got some more wine but then I decided to upstairs.

I opened Bianca door, she was on her bed. I sat next to her, started to talk to her. Bianca told me her stepmom didn’t understand her and was always telling her to dress better and not like a slut.

“You know why she’s saying that? She doesn’t you to be used. When I look at you, what I’m seeing kartal escort bayan is… a slut. Do you want be treated like a slut,” I said.

“Whaaat,” said Bianca confused?

“Look at your tits, I can play with it without doing much because they are pretty much exposed and I could play with your pussy just like I’m doing right now without any difficulty. You dressed like a slut; well you’re going to be treated like a slut. I’m going to put my ass on your face and you’re going to worship my pussy and my ass,” I said.

Bianca didn’t even fight; I lifted my skirt and exposed my ass to her. I made her kneel down on the floor and put my ass in her face. Bianca was licking my pussy like there’s no tomorrow she was really into it and it didn’t surprise me. She licked my hairy pussy entering her tongue deep in it and playing with my big clit. I picked her neck rougly and asked her to open her mouth, I started to masturbate really hard and squirt on her mouth. I forced her to lick down what she missed on the floor. After that, I put my ass in her face again and now she licked my sweaty ass. Damn, she was already into it too. She enjoyed that so much. I took my strap on and started fucking her in her ass and in her pussy but mainly in her ass. I wanted to make her suffer like the slut she was. She needed to learn respect and there was no other way to learn it.

The door opened and it was shelly, she was shocked. She told me what the fuck I was doing and I told her Bianca was a real slut and she needed to be treated as such. I told my friend to remove her panties, Bianca will worship her body. Shelly did that and Bianca started to lick shelly hairless pussy. Shelly was closing her eyes like she was about to cum, Bianca clearly was attracted to her stepmother. I’ve picked shelly neck again, slapped her and told her she will have to deserve that black pussy now.

I’ve put Bianca face directly in Shelly ass. I told her to sniff her ass and remember that from now on she’s going to be Shelly’s own personal slut. I told her to say it.

“I’m Shelly personal slut, please… let me lick her again,” said Bianca unable to control her sexual desire anymore.

Bianca licked Shelly ass and that was it for me, I left the house really happy. It was time to meet my white slave at the mall.