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I spent the next week planning our next encounter. Before she left, Bonnie had made an agreement with me that if the mousy brunette did not tell anyone what had happened or why, neither would I. That meant Amanda’s other friends/lovers should not be warned of what was going to happen.

Picking between the next two girls was not easy. While Amanda and Bonnie both fell on the ‘quiet’ and ‘introverted’ side of the scale, Jane and Anna most certainly did not.

Both were loud, kind of obnoxious, and it was not going to be as easy to make them agree to my wishes, much less to ‘break’ them. If their boasting was true, both had done things sexually that I had not and I was going to have to leave my comfort zone.

I considered going down the BDSM route, but I was afraid it was going to come off too hoaky. Whatever happened, it needed to be natural.

It took a couple days, but I figured out both the girl and the plan.

The girl was Anna. The redhead with the big, dirty mouth seemed slightly easier to tame, so I figured it would be easier to leave the ‘alpha dog’ of the pack until last.

Anna and Amanda had been best friends in high school, and while they hadn’t lived in the same place since, they still spoke regularly and saw each other a couple times a year.

After the complication with Bonnie passing out on our bed, plus my reservations about Anna’s response to my ‘suggestion’, I decided to make the next weekend an away game, so we booked a hotel room at a tourist town nearby.

Amanda wasn’t confident she could control a phone call with Anna, so I decided presenting our proposition in person was preferable. I am sure Anna was surprised when Amanda called and invited her for a ‘girls weekend’, but it obviously didn’t raise any questions that Amanda couldn’t dodge.

On Friday Amanda picked me up from work and we drove out to the hotel. It was about an hour away from our house. It was the offseason, so the hotel was neither expensive nor crowded. Amanda checked in while I waited in the car in case Anna beat us there. Controlling the initial conversation with her was paramount.

After checking in without incident, Amanda came back to the car and announced that Anna had texted her an ETA of 45 minutes. That left time for me to move my things into the hotel room.

After that was completed, we moved to the hotel’s indoor bar where Amanda took up residence at the bar while I found a quiet, dark table in the back where I could see my wife and the entrance without being in Anna’s direct sight line when she came in.

Anna’s ETA turned out to be overly optimistic, and so we waited. Amanda’s status as a lone female at the bar meant she was drawing some male attention. She had already accepted one free drink from a male suitor. Either her wedding ring was doing nothing to discourage pickup attempts, or my wife was not trying very hard.

Amanda was just accepting a second drink when Anna entered. I saw her first since my attention was not held by a possible suitor. Anna went to school for business and held some position in a corporation in a nearby city. I wasn’t exactly sure of her position, but she dressed the part of a businesswoman in a smart skirt-suit that showed off her legs to perfection and contrasted nicely with her pale skin and copper locks.

Amanda was probably a little tipsy and focused on the guy in front of her so she didn’t see Anna until the redhead was only a couple steps away. She shrieked a welcome, which surprised the guy she was chatting with.

He was even more surprised when Anna stepped between the two of them and planted a long, sensual kiss on Amanda. When the kiss finally broke, Anna turned back to him and said something short. It was to the effect of “Sorry, bud. She’s taken” I’m sure. Who Anna thought she was taken by was up for debate.

Amanda’s suitor slinked away and Anna ordered herself a drink. Anna’s back was to me, which was how I had set up so I was pretty sure I would not be discovered until I wanted to be.

I had coached Amanda on what to do and I hoped that coaching would hold up to the alcohol coursing through her body. Either it did or Anna realized it would be a short night without feeding my wife, because after ten minutes they moved to the hotel’s restaurant. I watched them go as did most other male eyes in the area, I was sure. I waited another ten minutes before following.

The restaurant was nearly empty and the girls were seated in a booth away from the other patrons, just as I wanted. The only hiccup was that Anna was facing me this time, which meant she saw me before I got to the booth.

Her voice was icy as she greeted me:

“Charlie, I didn’t realize you would be joining us.” Her eyes moved to Amanda, who chose to stay engrossed in the menu.

“Well Anna, I am afraid you were lured here under false pretenses.”

Anna put down her menu now, the ‘professional’ in her focusing on me alone.

“I know what has been going on behind my back, specifically at the Bachelorette party.”

Anna escort bayan etiler laughed and picked up the menu dismissively.

“Amanda and I have talked about it at length. How… close… you two have been since high school.”

Anna gave a ‘hmph’, clearly trying not to engage me.

“She and I have also agreed that she was wrong to deceive me.”

I saw the waiter approaching now, so I stopped my semi-rehearsed speech.

We all ordered without incident, but as the waiter departed Anna and I both jumped to gain the upper hand in the discussion.

As she blurted out: “So what”, I calmly continued.

“Amanda and I also feel that all of you are to blame as well, since you goaded her and encouraged her behavior well after it should have stopped.”

Anna sat back now, arms crossed. Her face was in a great grimace, her ‘bitch shields’ going up. I had seen her cut down people before with this well-rehearsed scheme, so I was prepared.

“I can see by your expression you do not agree. That is too bad, since one of the other girls has already admitted her fault. She and I also came to an…arrangement that wiped the slate clean between us.”

I could see Anna’s wheels starting turning, so I moved the discussion so she wouldn’t focus on who and what.

“I don’t want to drag anyone else into this, but as the wronged person in this, I would like you to show some remorse.”

Anna gave another ‘hmph’ and went to pick her menu back up.

“Well then, if you don’t mind, perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I shared some of these photos.”

I took Amanda’s phone out of my pocket, cued up a photo, and handed it to Anna.

At first, she didn’t break eye contact with me, but once she looked, she quickly flicked through the entire album. I saw her visage change from ‘pissed’ to ‘nervous’ as she did. I had created an album from a subset of the pictures that started the whole thing, an album which only contained incriminating shots of Anna. I had even cropped a couple photos to remove the other girls.

“Where did you get these?” Anna asked, clearly surprised.

“Jane supplied them.” Not a lie.

“It doesn’t matter, its not like you can fucking post these on Facebook. It wouldn’t be the first time someone took a nudie of me.”

Anna loved to brag about her experience.

“Facebook? Oh, I am sure that while my friends would enjoy a couple shots of freckly tits and a firebox, that wasn’t my target audience.”

“Oh, some sick website. Again, not the first time.”

I laughed now. “C’mon Anna, what would that gain me? This is about leverage, not spreading your… nudies.”

Now I knew Anna took extreme care to keep her life as a buttoned-down workaholic separate from her personal proclivities, which was probably a good move since her professional reputation would be ruined if the two met.

“You can’t… there is no way.”

“There is always a way, Anna. For instance, I have a contact at the company you work for, and I am sure there is some type of whistleblower office that would prefer not to employ someone who had photos like this on some… sick website. So yeah, there is a way.”

I let my threat sink in. It was true, Anna’s company took their reputation seriously, and if the photos were posted and my contact made aware, I am sure it would blow some serious heat her way.

After a minute, Anna’s face wrinkled up like she smelled something bad, and she responded:

“Fine, what is it you want?”

I smiled back, knowing that while I hadn’t won the war, I had won a major battle.

“What I want, is to see what Amanda has done… with you…

That earned me another “Hmph”.

“And do whatever I want… with you…”

I thought her face looked disgusted before, but now Anna screwed up her nose and showed full disgust.

I tried to remember that face for later when I was giving it to her, but waited for a response.

My silence gave Anna time to counterpunch, so she came out swinging. Not at me, but at Amanda.

“Mandy, how could you? Do you really want to know that I have seen him naked? What about him? Isn’t this cheating?”

The fiery girl was starting to raise her voice, so I put my finger to my mouth in a ‘shush’ motion.

“This agreement is between you and me, Anna. Amanda made her peace with what is going on, and is a willing participant in anything that happens.”

“Plus, it isn’t like you are going to be the first of her friends that I fuck.”

I said that as an insult, and Anna, ever prideful, took it as one.

“Fine, you want me, you fucking got me. I just hope you can handle me. Wanna go now? How about I duck under the table for a couple seconds and suck your cock. That should be long enough to get you off.”

I smiled back, knowing I had won another battle.

“No thanks, though I appreciate the offer and your enthusiasm. But we are both famished, and you should get some food in you as well. You are mine for the weekend, and who knows if you will bebek escort be able to leave the room to eat..”

As I had said, Anna had a mouth like a sailor, and I had decided to enjoy the back and forth.

“All weekend? You won’t fucking last until midnight.” Anna snorted her derision, and took a big sip of her drink.

“Didn’t you hear? I practiced last weekend.” I knew she hadn’t, so she screwed up her face again, guessing.

Our banter was broken by my wife, whose nervousness at the situation manifested in a full bladder. I stood up to let her out, then sat back down.

By the time Amanda returned, the food had arrived, and we ate in silence. Amanda was clearly uncomfortable, but I had enjoyed the banter. I think Anna did too, though she would never admit it. Perhaps it was part of her mating dance.

After we all finished eating, I stood up with a flourish and held out an arm, pointing.

“Ladies, shall we return to our suite?”

Anna shot up and went to walk by me, but I agilely grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Surprised, she stopped and waited.

I waited for my wife, still tipsy, to stand up, then hooked both of their arms and practically sauntered out of the restaurant. There were only maybe three other people in there, but I knew that being paraded on my arm like a trophy would increase the flame in my fiery new companion.

We made it to the lobby, and I told to Anna to press the door to the elevator. She did and then made to step away.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“I need to get my things out of the car.”

“Anna, I don’t think you will need anything this weekend. And since I am in charge, I can almost guarantee it.”

Her jaw dropped a little now. I don’t think she expected me to be so… in charge.

“But, my stuff. What if someone breaks in to my car?”

I smiled warmly.

“Okay, give me your keys.. You and Amanda go up to the room and.. get comfortable. I will get your things and meet you up there. Oh and Anna?”

She paused now, deer in headlights. I had her on the ropes.

“Give me your phone too. You have no need for it.”

She give me her stink-face again, but handed over the keys and phone.

I headed towards the parking lot to pick up her stuff. I hoped Amanda had enough sense to relay my wishes. I didn’t want to fight Anna the entire weekend, but I did get an evil glee from giving her orders.

The fiery redhead packed remarkably light, but I took my time to grab the things and head back upstairs.

I made sure no one else was in the hall with me when I got to our door, and put an ear to it before I inserted the card into the slot.

Hearing nothing, I entered.

The room was a small suite. You entered into the ‘living room’, which contained the requisite couch, TV, coffee table, and desk. There was also a small kitchenette off to the side.

Near the windows on the left were a set of french doors that led into the bedroom. It was from in there that I now heard a smacking sound.

Dropping Anna’s bags against the far wall, I removed my sport coat and looked in.

I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but the sight that greeted me was probably the most likely scenario.

Anna was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms. She had removed her coat to display a nice cream-colored camisole but otherwise, she seemed fully clothed.

She had a big grin on her face, which was obviously due to the fact that my wife was between her legs, eating her out. Anna’s panties on the bed next to me confirmed that Amanda had free access.

Anna’s skirt was hiked up to her hips, but I couldn’t see anything else due to my wife’s head. Amanda had not removed her clothes either. It looked like they had just walked in, Anna had plopped down, and Amanda dove right in.

Like I said, I should have known this was coming. Anna was going to be a tougher horse to break. I had to resume control now.

“Amanda, honey. If you can hear me in there, take a break. You are going to ruin your dress.”

She must not have been ears-deep, because I heard the smacking stop and my wife turned towards me and smiled sheepishly through her brown hair..

I helped her to her feet, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off her shoulders, letting it puddle on the floor. I picked it up and hung it in the closet while my wife stood there in her underclothes, on display.

Her dress tonight had been a Little Black Dress, and her bra and panties were black to match. Not extremely provocative, but not bargain bin either.

“Baby, why don’t you make Anna more comfortable too. I would not want her to ruin her outfit either.”

Anna looked defiant, but allowed Amanda to remove her cream-colored camisole and gray skirt. As my wife walked into the main room to put them with Anna’s blazer, I took my time to admire the redhead.

The camisole must have had some type of integrated support because Anna was now sitting here naked, not that she was ashamed of it.

Anna’s fulya escort tits were not large, probably a B-cup, but were slightly upturned and just as pale and freckly as the rest of her. Her legs were sprawled back open so I could see that she shaved her pussy. Too bad. I had never touched a true firebox.

Anna sat there, letting me watch her. Amanda returned, unsure what to do. She stood there, fiddling with her own panties.

“Well girls, what about me?” I looked Anna in the eyes as I said it.

Her smile clicked down a notch, but she stood up and came over.

As my wife went to unbutton my shirt, Anna nudged her out of the way.

“Why I don’t I do this, Mandy. You work on his shoes.”

Anna’s heels were as tall as she could wear without looking slutty (her entire getup was, really), so when she stood in front of me, she was only a couple inches shorter than me. She looked me in the eye as she undid the buttons, slowly. When that was done, she opened my shirt and pulled it from my pants. She ran her hands over my chest and arms to remove my shirt. She was trying to get a rise out of me, and it was working.

Amanda finished one shoe, and I stepped out of it. Anna grabbed my belt now, unbuckling it, then the zipper. She paused to let Amanda get out of the way as she finished the second shoe.

“Well, let’s see if this cock Mandy has talked about for years is as fucking big as she says.”

With that, she reached inside my pants and grabbed me. She smiled devilishly.

“Not the biggest prick I have ever held, but its alright.”

I smiled, not taking the bait. Instead, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down, forcing her to her knees like my wife.

Once she was properly in a position for worship, I motioned for her to continue. Together, the girls removed my pants and boxers at once. My cock sprung out at full attention.

I gave Anna a look of “well?” and she grabbed my cock with one hand and kissed it.

Just like with Bonnie, I wanted our first contact to be one-sided, so I let her continue. I reached out to my wife and pulled her in to join.

Standing there letting two beautiful women work me from their knees did give me a great feeling of power. I didn’t want to let it go to my head, or my balls, so after a few minutes of top-notch cocksucking, I pushed them away.

“Good work, girls. Now why don’t we move to the bed.”

I held out a hand, helping each of them to their feet. They climbed on the bed, shucking their shoes as they went. I stood at the edge, watching.

“Anna, be a dear and remove Amanda’s bra and panties. She is overdressed. Plus they will prevent you from sucking her tits and eating her pussy.”

Anna did as I asked, but I could see she still chafed at following my direction.

Once my wife was as naked as the rest of us, I grabbed Anna by her hips and positioned her at the edge of the bed on all fours. While last week I had allowed the girls to play while I watched, I didn’t feel like giving Anna the same freedom. She had to know this was about me, not her.

“Honey, slide over so Anna can suck your tits.”

The girls complied, and my wife gave a nice moan as her friend went to town on her small, perky breasts.

I moved behind Anna and I lined her up where I wanted her without breaking the girls’ contact, and reached under her, cupping her sex.

My wife’s work down there had already wetted the field, but it didn’t keep me from probing Anna’s pussy with my fingers. I was a little rougher than I needed to be, but that was how I wanted it.

After confirming that she was, in fact, wet and willing, or at least wet, I lined up my cock and sunk deep in her with the first stroke.

I heard Anna’s breath catch when I entered her, and she let go of Amanda’s nipple to spurt out a response.

“Don’t fuck around, do you?”

My response was to grab both hips and start pounding her from behind. Anna was a girl who liked to get hers, so I am sure that doggystyle wasn’t her favorite position.

As I stood back there pounding the pale redhead from behind while watching her suck my wife’s tit, I watched her slide one hand under her. I felt something bump up against my cock, and I realized she was going to use it to get herself off.

Well, that was just unacceptable, so I grabbed Anna by both of her elbows and pulled up and back, forcing her face into Amanda’s crotch. In this position, she had little ability to support her upper body so it was munch or drown.

After a beat or two where she struggled against me, she started returning the favor my wife had given her.

This was good. Anna was giving pleasure to two people while getting little herself.

Unfortunately, crouching over the redhead and holding her arms made fucking her difficult, so I had to change it up.

“Amanda, be a dear and keep her face pinned in your pussy. Don’t let her play with herself.”

My wife nodded, her mouth open in enjoyment of the treatment she was getting. Her hands moved to Anna’s head, stroking her fiery mane, but also letting her know she wasn’t coming up for air.

I let go of Anna’s pale arms and grabbed one hip and one shoulder. I really went to town now, our bodies smacking together with each in-stroke.

Aurora’s Night in Venice

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Aurora was beginning to wonder what she gotten herself into. She wasn’t scared or worried, just wondering what would happen next. It began earlier in the evening when she met Lorenzo and Donatella at the party. Now she finds herself sitting on a nice loveseat in a large room overlooking the Grand Canal. Moonlight fills the room.

She wasn’t wearing a watch and there weren’t any clocks in the room. She didn’t know how long she was sitting there, but what she did know was that her arousal that began at the party was still making her mad.

Then she heard the footsteps approaching the room. Lorenzo entered the room still wearing his tuxedo and his Venetian mask. He walked towards her until he was about 10 feet way. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He began stroking his cock until it got hard. Aurora desire grew as she watched his cock get hard and wanting Lorenzo to come closer. That would not happen.

She heard more footsteps and watched Donatella enter the room. Except for her mask and stiletto heels, she had removed the outfit she worn at the party. As she walked towards Lorenzo, he turned sideways to meet her.

Aurora was almost frozen with anticipation as she watched Donatella kneel in front of Lorenzo and slide her lips over his cock until her lips slid past the tip of his cock. Then she began sliding her lips halfway down over his cock then back up until her lips were just at the tip of his cock. Aurora saw that Lorenzo was visibly getting more and more aroused.

So was Aurora. She had slid her hand under her dress and was rubbing her pussy over her panties. Aurora could tell that Lorenzo was close to his orgasm as was she. She was so involved watching Lorenzo’s orgasm that she escort bayan topkapı stopped rubbing her pussy and remained in an erotic state of suspension. Aurora’s eyes grew wide as she watched Lorenzo cum in Donatella’s mouth with his cum oozing out between her lips and dripping onto her breasts.

Then they left. They left as when they entered the room, unaware of Aurora sitting there waiting. That made the whole scene more erotic for Aurora. She felt as if she was watching something she wasn’t supposed to see. She was aroused and wanted more. Nevertheless, there she sat. Alone. Not knowing what would happen next.

Once again, Aurora heard footsteps and the door opened. This time it was the butler who met her at the door when she first arrived. He silently walked to her and put a silver tray on a stand next to the love seat. On the tray were two things, a glass of champagne and a folded piece of paper. As soon as the tray was on the table, the butler turned and left the room.

Aurora read the note as she sipped the wine. It was a simple instruction, “remove your panties and place them on the tray”. She did as she was told, and took care to arrange her panties just so.

Almost to the second when she was finished the butler once again entered the room and retrieved the tray. Aurora noticed how he looked at her panties on the tray, especially the dark area that announced to the butler how wet she was. Aurora might have felt odd at this, but felt proud and pleased that someone knew the height of her arousal.

It might have been a minute or an hour later when the butler returned. This time all that was on the silver tray that he left on the table was a folded piece of paper. Aurora smiled beykent escort as she read the note and did what the note requested. She quietly stood up, removed her dress, placed on the back of a chair, and returned to the love seat.

There she waited. Wondering what would happen next. Then the door opened and Lorenzo walked in right up to her. Aurora spread her legs apart inviting Lorenzo to pleasure her. She closed her eyes in anticipation then almost let out a gasp when suddenly she felt a tongue on her thigh.

She felt the tongue moving extremely slow, moving from her left thigh to her right. Each time she felt the tongue leave a thigh she had hoped it would move up higher to reach her pussy. That was not to happen yet, but she felt her pussy getting wetter as she felt the hot breath as lips kissed her thighs.

Aurora didn’t know what’s going to happen next and that enhanced her arousal. Lorenzo would surprise her, taking a long pause, give her one lick, pause again, then three short licks in succession. Aurora was all tensed up and anticipated the next moment his tongue will make contact. She gave in to her desire and spread her thighs far apart to make room for more.

When Lorenzo heard some sensual noises and felt the arching of Aurora’s pelvis towards him, he knew that Aurora was ready for the teasing stage. He began to slowly lick the area just beyond her swollen pussy lips. The long slow licking found her inviting pussy and entered ever so slowly.

Aurora felt every lick go all the way up to, but not quite make contact with, her clit. Sometimes he would get close as she took in her scent and taste. His tongue would slip between her lips, slide over ortaköy escort to her swollen clit, and as Aurora longed for that tongue to continue its excitement of her, Lorenzo would move his tongue back, and never teasing her clit. He would vary the length of the lick, the speed, and the shape of his tongue as Aurora’s body relaxes, enjoying the sensation of a good massage.

As her moans grew in intensity Lorenzo’s tongue finally arrived at Aurora’s clit. The feeling became intense for Aurora as she thought she would cum at any moment. However, Lorenzo wanted Aurora to enjoy the feeling longer. He wanted to keep her just below the crest of her orgasm and let the wave rise higher and higher.

As Lorenzo continued working her clit Aurora saw Donatella enter the room and walk to them. Donatella sat next to Aurora and began licking Aurora’s nipples. This caused Aurora to feel as if she was floating into another place, and she found her hand rubbing Donatella’s pussy. As Lorenzo continued attending to Aurora’s pussy, she was going crazy. She felt her pussy begin to quiver.

Aurora only felt three sensations. Donatella’s lips and tongue on her nipples; her fingers teasing Donatella’s clit; and Lorenzo’s lips and tongue creating a sensation that began on her clit and encompassed her entire body.

As Lorenzo began to focus entirely on her clit, Aurora became aware of two erotic moans, hers and Donatella. If Aurora weren’t being consumed by her orgasm, she would have heard and felt Donatella’s orgasm. Aurora felt her pussy contracting fast, and the sensation of pulsing bursts of intensity was more than she could stand.

If she thought about it, she would have wondered how Lorenzo could keep his tongue on her with all the thrashing around. Then it happened and she felt every pulse of pleasure had flowing through her body. Finally, one gentle wave of pleasure flowed from her fingers to her toes.

The next thing she remembered was the sunlight entering the room and waking her from a pleasurable slumber.

Body Heat Ch. 01

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It had been three days without power, most places had very little food left and heat was running low… With it being the middle of winter it was bitterly cold, those places that had gas were becoming havens… luckily as it would have it for this story and myself mine was one of those few places.

Most of the street had moved out as the snow, flooding and winds worsened except those of us who couldn’t, it was only supposed to last for 1, 2 days tops but the latest reports suggest another 4 days. Being a poor student I had topped up with tins of spaghetti and soups the week before, my gas stove still working and my small gas fire giving some warmth to the cold house. Within a few days several of my friends were staying at mine, Becky, Jenny and Trish. Their place was already under several meters of water, luckily again for me; mine was on the high ground and away from the waters.

Now I have to say at this point we had decided that we would all sleep in my small front room, it was the only place in the house with heat, the girls didn’t seem to mind and we all slept in thick pajamas gather together quickly, normally we all slept fairly close to each other out of a desire şişli escort for warmth rather than physical contact, however this one night it was all to change.

It began as normal, we had a quick meal of just enough to keep us going, we had drunk the last of the alcohol in the place, one bottle of vodka and a couple of bottles of wine, playing cards by the light of a single flickering candle, the alcohol numbing the feeling of cold, we ended up are curled into a heap, a girl with their head on either shoulder as they dozed and Becky curled in the blankets at our feet… all of a sudden Trish’s hand slipped, she must have been almost fully asleep, but her hand fell straight onto my crotch…

I shuddered slightly it had been almost a year since I had last had a girlfriend and any form of sex… I was almost instantly hard… On the other side of my Jenny giggled as she saw what was happening… I blushed crimson. She slowly slid her own hand down and pushed Trish’s hand aside, I thought she was saving me until her own hand rested on top of my rapidly expanding shaft.

I shivered again as she slowly and purposefully caressed her hand back and forth, my bağcılar escort body twitching… she lent over and slowly pulled the top elastic on my shorts down, revealing my growing erection. Kissing the head she softly commented in my ear that there was definetly some heat coming from my shaft and perhaps that was a way to keep warm… I thought I heard Becky giggle at that point and then felt her hand sliding up my leg towards the bottom of my shorts then inside… I couldn’t believe this… but my own hand slid down to the waistband of Jenny’s bottoms and inside, feeling the slight fuzz growing over her damp slit. I slowly pushed one fingers inside…

She gasped and I definetly saw Trish laughing… they were all awake and knew what was happening and all pretenses seemed to vanish, the nervous stress of the situation, the alcohol and the good humour all combined to make everyone relaxed to the point where we gathered all the quilts and blankets into a pile, stripped and settled ourselves inside in one big pile of naked, heated bodies.

I felt my hands running over bodies, soft warm skin, curved rounded asses, full breasts fındıkzade escort and smaller firmer ones, I didn’t know who they were at the time but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was making them feel good, the same thing was happening to me, hands caressing my body in the warm darkness, a head slowly moving to swallow my shaft… I gasped feeling my long shaft slide into someone’s mouth… groaning

My hands reach our and find to very damp slits, my fingers reaching inside joined by others, working themselves furiously in and out… I gasp as my finger work pays off and I feel a little extra suction on my shaft… bodies writhing in pleasure against each other, sweat and juices mingling together.

Our cries got louder and louder, the bodies shaking as fingers probed deep and hard finding hidden areas, lips sucking and kissing, hands groping in the dark till I groaned through my teeth that I was about to cum, my shaft so hard and tense in someone’s mouth… my body as tight as a board as I began to buck my hips wildly my shaft almost bursting as I begin sending stream after stream down her throat… my fingers suddenly becomming slick with juices as one then the other girl cums to the combined fingering of her tender slit… all four of us collapsing under the blankets in a hot heap… laughing and giggling even as I began to shrink I can feel someone toying with my shaft… And slowly licking sounds, as one of the girls tastes another’s juices…

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Chapter 6 – WARMING THE FIRES THAT BURN

Sunday evening my parents came home and told me all about their visit with my brother. I didn’t bother telling them that I met one of the neighbors.

Monday morning, it was back to their grind. Generally speaking, my parents didn’t like me sleeping in. So even though there was no school or work for me, I still woke every morning around 6:00 AM. They actually got up earlier than me because they were usually out the door before 7:00.

I had already showered and was wearing only my robe when they left. Lucy was yapping away at the back door; she wanted breakfast. I walked up to the door and reflected about what happened that weekend. I untied my robe sash, dropped the robe to the floor, opened the door and stepped outside. I immediately looked up towards Pete’s window. The curtains were open, but he was not there. I was disappointed.

I walked up to Lucy’s bowls and picked them up; the food dish was already empty and I poured the remaining water from the dish. I looked up again and still no Pete.

I started to go inside with the dishes and stopped, turning around one more time. Still no Pete. Then, I purposely dropped one of the metal bowls onto the concrete. It made a loud clang. A few seconds later, I dropped the second bowl with the same noisy effect. I knelt down to pick up both dishes and waited. Less than a minute later he walked into view. I looked up, smiled and waved. He did a slight wave back.

Satisfied at being seen, I walked back inside to fill Lucy’s bowls and then returned to the yard. Pete was still there. I set down her bowls, did a wave and went back inside.

That would be the first morning of what became a daily Monday through Friday routine. But it was the only morning that I would need to drop the bowls. He would be there waiting every morning from that day forward.

Later that morning, Mae finally responded to my text asking if she was interested in lunch on Tuesday. We agreed on 11:30 AM which would give us a little more than 75 minutes to talk, not so much to have lunch.

On Tuesday, I have to admit, it actually was a little awkward when we first met. Should we hug? Should we kiss? Should we shake hands? How should I first reconnect after the little episode that ended our evening on Friday night? We didn’t do anything other than wait to be seated.

We sat down, gave our orders and waited for the waitress to leave us alone.

Mae started, “So, are we ok?”

I smiled and said, “Of course we’re ok.”

She asked, “Are you mad at me about what happened?”

I laughed and said, “Seriously? You act like you were an aggressor. As I recall, everything that happened was practically simultaneous. I never backed off and neither did you. In fact, I’m pretty certain that it could have easily gotten more intense, not that it wasn’t intense.”

She asked, “Are you glad it didn’t escalate?”

“No, I was disaapointed. I think I wanted it to go further. Call it curiosity or whatever. But I liked it.”

Mae smiled and said, “Me too. Tell you what. Now that we’ve cleared the air a little bit, let’s not dwell on this ok? We can still be normal and who knows, maybe someday something more serious could happen.”

“Am I still invited for Friday? Does Jason know what happened?”

She chuckled and said, “Jason doesn’t have a clue. Of course we’re on for Friday. But let’s see what happens. You’re not a lesbian, you know. And neither am I.”

I said, “Trust me, I know I’m definitely not a lesbian.”

It was the way I said it that she knew something was up. She said, “Hmmmm, something you want to tell me?”

I said, “My score is no longer 14, it’s 15.”

She said, “Oh my god, you met someone! That’s awesome!”

“Well, not exactly met someone.” I proceeded to tell her all that happened on Saturday, including the little shows that happened during the last two mornings.

When I finished, she said, “Oh my god, you’re a total slut-whore! Why didn’t you fuck him on Sunday too?”

“I didn’t see him and my period started.”

She said, “Well doing it during your period can still be fun, but if you didn’t see him then nothing was going to happen. I really can’t believe you did that. You’re some heavy competition, I feel challenges are in the works.”

I laughed and said, “Very funny. What’s the current score? 15 to 200, 300, 400?”

She said, “Maybe a little higher, I don’t really know.”

I said, “See not much of a competition.”

Mae leaned into me and said, “So did you like it? Did you like doing it with a complete stranger?”

I just gave a big grin.

She said, “Of course you did. That’s why you did it, right?”

I still just smiled more.

Then she asked, “Do you think you would do it again? I don’t mean with him. Just another stranger. Someone you’ve never met. Maybe someone older, maybe someone younger. White, black, yellow brown. Just some guy who comes on to you, you know what he wants, he has you and then leaves. Just like with Pete, <a href="https://mertermarka.com" rel='dofollow' title="merter escortmerter escort< just someone else is all.”

I smiled even more and said, “I’m pretty certain I would. No, I know I would.”

She said, “What about him?” She was looking over my shoulder. I looked back in the direction she was looking. There was a guy sitting having lunch by himself. Nothing spectacular about him. Just another white guy. I looked back at him again and could see his wedding ring.

I said, “Sure, him or anyone like him.”

She said, “I think I believe you.”

“Why shouldn’t you believe me?”

“No reason. He was just the first guy I could point out, that’s all. Would you let him know you want to fuck?”

I said, “Mae, if you’re trying to dare me to go over and introduce myself, after what happened Saturday, yes I’d do it. But, I’m on my period. Now is not the time to waste my energies. Trust me, I have no doubt that I will be naughty again. Why? Because I want to be naughty again.”

“You know, I had my hunch about you the first time we met. You’re more like me than not. I just wish I was more like you when I was your age.”

I asked, “What difference would it have really made if you were younger?”

She said, “My score would probably be over a thousand!” to which we both laughed a little too hard.

Time was running down and I said, “I guess we should probably get going.” We went across the street to the bank.

We didn’t have any more sex related conversations the remainder of the week, although there were multiple friendly smiles that were shared between the two of us at work.

Near the end of the workday on Thursday she said, “You’re still coming over for dinner tomorrow, right?” I assured her I would be there.

Just like the previous dinner, Mae asked me to be there precisely at 5:00. I would come to learn that Mae liked appointments to be prompt; it didn’t matter if it was for work, dinner or dates. Mae greeted me at the door, and again I stepped out of my sandals. This time I wore a skirt and a tube top. The tube top was braless.

There was no grand tour on this visit, but still I looked around admiring the home. But what I enjoyed most was the air conditioning. It was hot on that Friday, almost 90 degrees. My parents’ home was as hot inside as it was outside. Even if we had air condition, my parents would have likely never turned it on because of their cultural aversion to cold. So, the cool inside air was beyond refreshing.

We walked into the kitchen and Jason was actually the one making dinner. I offered to help, but he said he was nearly finished. He asked Mae to get me a glass of wine which she did and I accepted.

Within minutes of arriving, we were already seated at the table. Jason seemed hurried. Mae explained that Jason’s mother had taken a fall that afternoon. Although apparently not a serious fall, his mother was not doing too well. Jason needed to drive up to Sacramento for the night to help her through the night. She said he would be leaving right after we finished dinner. It took a lot of effort to keep my face from lighting up. But the way she said it, didn’t imply that the night might be anything special.

Jason rushed through his meal and finished before us. He apologized for leaving so quickly, but he needed to deal with the Friday night commute traffic to Sacramento and he really wanted to get to his mother. Apparently, his parents were divorced and she lived alone. He excused himself and left a few minutes later.

Upon his departure, Mae offered me another glass of wine. She didn’t say or do anything to suggest that we might start up where we left off the previous Friday. I thought about our lunch when she said, ‘Maybe someday something more serious could happen’. It seemed that someday was not this day.

We finished our dinner and stayed at the table talking and drinking our wine. She poured the last from the bottle of wine. We were numb enough to be in a share-all mood.

Mae and I were getting giggly and talking up a storm.

I had to ask her, “Did you have a good day?”

She smiled and said, “Friday’s tend to be very good days, let me show you something.”

She walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and returned with a stack of money in her hand. She spread the bills out on the table; they were all hundreds.

I gulped and said, “Is that from today?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t bother trying to count it and asked, “How much is that?”

“Twenty-four hundred.”

I said, “Oh my god, how many guys did you fuck?”

“Just six.”

I quickly did the math in my head and said, “They each paid you four hundred?!”

“No. Three paid three hundred. The last three paid five hundred. Today is what I call Freaky Friday. For a select few clients I will let them fuck me without condoms, but they need to know that someone else may have already cum inside me. It is a bit of a fetish for some guys. So if a guy wants to do it, he has to pay the extra two hundred.” She stopped and waited güngören escort for my reaction.

I smiled and said, “So you let three guys cum inside you?”

“Yes. And the best part is they were all black. God, I love black cock. I would never tell any of them, but I’d let them fuck me for free.”

With our discretion meters turned off, we were more than willing to share secrets. And the conversation continued. There were no barriers on this night.

I said, “I wish I were you! That sounds so wild!”

She asked, “Have you ever fucked a black guy?”

With a disappointed look I simply said, “No.”

Mae responded, “You should. There is just something about it; it can be so exciting?”

I asked the stereotypical question, “Are black guys really as big as they say?”

She laughed and said, “They come in all shapes and sizes, just like everyone else. But some are definitely larger than most guys. And sometimes they can fuck ferociously. I love it!”

Mae said, “Let’s clear these plates and go outside.”

Together we quickly cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. When we finished with the chores, Mae led me to the backyard.

We went to the backyard and walked toward an outside counter. We walked to the other side of it and there was a built-in refrigerator. Mae opened it up and said, “What should we have? Beer, wine or, oh yes, tequila?!” and she pulled out a chilled bottle. She looked at me and said, “What do you think?”

“How can I say ‘no’?!”

She opened up a cabinet door and pulled out a couple of plastic cups. Armed with the tequila together we walked to the Jacuzzi.

Mae directed me to the edge of the Jacuzzi. Mae pulled off her top and shorts. Unlike the previous week, she was wearing a bra and panties which she removed, as well. Naked, she sat at the edge of the Jacuzzi, putting her feet into the water. I followed her lead and sat down next to her. Comfortably seated, Mae cracked open the sealed tequila bottle and poured an ample amount into each cup. She handed me a cup, picked up hers and we raised our cups together. Mae said, “Race you!” We simultaneously poured the entire contents down our throats. It burned. She started to refill our cups but I suggested we take it slowly. That was probably a good decision because the alcohol hit me pretty hard just a few minutes later.

The tequila rush came on fast and furious. I can’t say that either of us were drunk, but neither one of us had any inhibitions either.

Mae said, “Ok, I’ve told you so much. And now I know you definitely have a wild side. But, you just haven’t told me everything. What is the wildest thing you’ve ever done?”

I said, “What? What happened with Pete isn’t wild enough?”

“Ok, then maybe the second wildest thing you’ve ever done.”

“I fucked my friend’s boyfriend.”

Mae laughed and said, “I’ve fucked a lot of friend’s boyfriends and husbands!”

I said, “It wasn’t just an indiscretion. It was pretty bad.”

Mae said, “Come on, spill. I want to hear the whole story.”

I told her the story.

About a 15 months prior, I got a text from my friend’s boyfriend. He and I had flirted before, but all in good fun. But the text suggested more. It was early evening and he asked me what I was doing. I wasn’t doing anything at the time and told him so. He asked me if I wanted to come over; he said his parents were away for the weekend and he had the house to himself.

I asked him if his girlfriend was there too. He said she wasn’t. I asked if she was going to be there. He said she wouldn’t. I asked him why he wanted me to come over.

He replied, “If you don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t come over.”

To which I responded, “What should I wear?”

He replied, “As little as possible.”

He asked, “Will you come over?”

I ended the text by writing, “I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

Mae said, “Wow, so you liked him?”

I said, “I was intrigued by him.”

“Why was that?”

“Because he was older (24) and Maria told me he liked to fuck her hard.”

“So you like to be fucked by older guys, and you like to be fucked hard?” I didn’t respond and just smiled. She said, “So, what did you wear?”

I told her I put on the shortest skirt I could find, a sheer pullover top and no bra or panties. On my feet I only wore flip-flops. It took me two minutes to put everything on, but it would only take me 10 seconds to take everything off.

Mae said, “You’re very smart girl! So did you make it there in thirty minutes?”

I laughed and told her it was closer to15 minutes.

“So did he fuck you on the entry floor?”

I giggled, “No, but he did greet me at the door.”

“What did you say to him once you were face to face.”

“I asked him, ‘Do you want to show me your bedroom?.'”

We went straight to his room. He had pulled all the coverings and pillows from his bed. We sat on the side of the bed. Despite the fact that up to that maslak escort point neither one of us had touched the other, we were both breathing heavily. His closet door was slightly open and I could see multiple neckties hanging inside. It made me think of something that Maria (his girlfriend) had told me. I stood up from the bed and walked to the closet and grabbed a handful of the neckties and put them on the bed.

I stood next to him while he was still seated on the bed. Without saying anything I stepped out of my flip-flops and pulled my top over my head. As I did so, he pulled my skirt down to my ankles and I stepped out from it. I stood next to him completely naked. He stood and moved towards me to kiss me. I stopped him and said, “No kissing. I want you to have your way with me, but no kissing.”

Mae asked, “Why not kiss him?”

I laughed and said, “Out of respect for Maria. Pretty rich, huh? I would fuck her boyfriend, just not kiss him.”

I picked up one of the neckties and brought it across my eyes and I tied it around my head. The bedroom went completely dark to me. Both of us were breathing even heavier yet. Still standing, I turned my back to him and brought my wrists together behind my back. I told him, “Maria told me that one time you had suggested tying her up and she refused. I’m not like her.”

With my wrists together, I felt him wrap a tie around them several times and then tied it into a knot.

He said, “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Standing there I could hear him undressing. It seemed to take him as little time as it had taken me.

As he undressed he said, “Do you know what made me call you?”

I said, “No, what?”

He said, “Maria told me you’re a total slut. Ever since then I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

“When did she tell you that?”

“Yesterday.”

I said, “I wish she told you earlier.”

And then I felt him bring his cock between my tied hands. I blindly squeezed and stroked his cock behind my back; he was already hard.

Suddenly, he pulled away and pushed me on my back onto the bed. He brought his hands to my legs and pulled them apart. I spread them for him. His face went straight between my legs and he started eating my pussy.

After only a few minutes he stopped and sat me up at the edge of the bed. I could feel him standing right there and I opened my mouth. He slid his cock inside my mouth. I groaned and pulled away. I said, “Your cock feels so good in my mouth. I like your taste.” And went back to sucking his cock.

Within only a couple minutes he said, “Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

I said, “Yes. Do you have a condom? I’m not on the pill.”

He said, “I don’t have any condoms.”

I said, “Then be careful.”

He had me turn around and he untied my wrists. I lay back on the bed and he had me I point my hands and feet towards the four corners of the bed. I told him, “I knew this what you wanted so do it.”

Without responding, I felt him tether me in four different directions with neckties. He tightened each as he secured them to the head and foot of the bed. I told him, “Oh my god, I love this”.

And then I felt him climb onto the bed between my spread legs. He brought his cock to my pussy. I was completely soaked. He gently brought the head of his cock inside the lips of my cunt. I felt my pussy open up to receive him. And then he pushed his way inside me. We moaned together as he buried himself fully inside me.

At first he held himself still, and as he did I reminded him to be careful. And then he started to fuck me. He fucked me continuously for about five minutes. I could tell he was getting close and I reminded him once again to be careful. Then he sped up again. I said, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” He continued fucking me harder and harder. I could sense he was getting closer. And then I said the words I should not have, “Cum inside me! Cum inside me!” Even as I said the words I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew what my cycle was and I knew I was totally ovulating. He didn’t question me. He didn’t second guess me. I said, “Do it! Do it!”

And then it happened. He pushed up inside me and proceeded to fill me. As he did, I said, “Yes, yes. I feel it. Oh it feels so good.” He could tell I liked it and let his cum drain inside me.

Two minutes later he stopped and pulled himself out of me. I could feel my chest rising up and down as I was panting heavily. He climbed off the bed. He started to untie me.

I told him, “No. Don’t untie me.”

He said, “Really?”

I said, “Fuck me all night long. I want to spend the night. Let me be your slave.”

He said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have cum inside you.”

I said, “Cum inside me all night long. It’s too late now. Make your girlfriends’ friend pregnant. Let me suck you hard again. I want to suck you now.” Collectively, my body and libido were craving more sex.

He did not try to rebuff my suggestion. I felt him straddle over my body and felt his cock on my lips. His cock was soft and sticky and smelled of pussy; my pussy. I proceeded to suck him. It took almost twenty minutes of sucking, but his cock was finally hard enough to perform. And, he went back to fucking me. It took almost thirty minutes before he came again. Once again, he came inside me.

3 Diamond Lane Ch. 02: Angel

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The evening before, Angel had been in a bar. Some said Angel looked severe, as her hair was often drawn back and she would sometimes leave her face blank, without expression. She had a classic sense of style, modest without being dull; she was wearing high heels, a necklace, and a short black dress. Her date was of average height, with the slightly pudgy look of someone who spends too long at his desk; he appeared to have come straight from a nearby office, in a dark suit with no tie. The bar was full but not too crowded, which was surprising for a Thursday evening. In an oil painting almost as long as the bar on the wall across from it, a nude blonde reclined on a couch.

Similarly attired, Alexander was early, already waiting for them at a tall stool. “Ah, Angel,” he said, “you look lovely,” kissing her cheek quickly and his hand gently touched her back. “And this must be your fiancé — a pleasure to meet you. Drinks?” He handed a martini to Angel and a gin and tonic to her date. “Our table should be ready shortly.” They discussed the affairs of the day while they waited, but Angel was not interested. Hearing bankers discuss interest rates, mezzanine tranches, and the latest shock to the London markets was something she tolerated, but it irritated her that her fiancé sometimes seemed more interested in basis points than in her. “You have to understand,” he would say, “what we do is essential to economies all over the world. We are market-makers — the news follows us, not the other way around.” Before she went to law school, Angel felt that bankers and lawyers were basically the same brand of boring arrogance, but as she entered the world of finance, she found bankers not only more conceited than lawyers, but somehow also even less interesting.

While they were chatting, the hostess arrived and directed a waiter to take them to their seats, a semi-circular booth on the side, towards the back of the dining room. Angel sat in the middle, with her back to the wall, while the men occupied the end seats. After they ordered, Angel’s fiancé resumed his monologue. As she stared into the middle distance, she suddenly sat up, startled; Alexander’s hand was gently grazing her thigh, lightly caressing her. She wasn’t sure whether it was the boredom or the martini, or perhaps it was the light in Alexander’s eyes, but she allowed his hand to stay there, his fingers running over her leg. Gently he reached further up, lightly caressing her through the lace and cotton of her panties. Angel enjoyed the sensations running up her thighs. Alexander leaned closer and whispered into her ear, “go to the restroom and take off your panties,” and then returned to listening to her date.

This was different; usually, these dates ended with an alcoholic cab ride back to their apartment, not with one of their acquaintances trying to bed her. She wasn’t sure exactly why, but Angel wanted to see where this would end. “Excuse me a moment,” she murmured, “I need to go to the ladies’ room.” Her fiancé slid out to allow her to rise, and Angel disappeared. Alexander continued to listen to her date with apparently rapt interest, almost not noticing when Angel returned.

After a pause, Alexander’s hands returned, this time unimpeded by fabric, gently touching her lips. Angel’s mouth pursed and she leaned forward but said nothing, enjoying the soft motion down below. Her fiancé continued to talk and Alexander took her hand and gently moved it into his lap, so that she could feel the hardness between his legs. Angel liked the feel of his hard cock in her hands, and started delicately fondling it.

Alexander leaned over to Angel and whispered in her ear; she nodded and unzipped the trousers of both men, reaching inside and softly stroking them. Her date’s penis responded to her touch, rapidly expanding at the stimulation. Angel disappeared beneath the table. “You know,” Alexander said, “I don’t think you pay enough attention to Angel. She notices everything. And she needs a man who appreciates her details.”

Angel gently started kissing Alexander’s cock mecidiyeköy escort under the table, while continuing to stroke her fiancé. “For example, she has very soft lips.” Alexander was enjoying the feel of those lips going up and down the length of his shaft. “And she gives magnificent head. I’m going to enjoy cumming in her mouth,” he said, while he gently touched her hair and the back of her neck, subtly directing her closer to the base of his penis.

Her fiancé did not enjoy that, but at the same time, Angel’s repetitive motions were making him leak into her hand, and the added lubrication only fueled his arousal, his full balls starting to feel uncomfortable. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he retorted. “She doesn’t like that sort of thing; she’s really pretty plain vanilla.”

“Well,” said Alexander, his breath starting to become ragged, “I guess we will see, but there is a side to her you’ve missed. Just because she needs a firm hand on her ass doesn’t mean she lacks spice.” Alexander’s cock was leaking and very, very hard. Angel briefly took it out of her mouth and moved the head around her lips, wiping his pre-cum on them as if she were applying lipstick. Almost imperceptibly, Alexander’s hips started to edge ever so slightly back and forth.

A similar transformation was going on across the small table: her boyfriend’s cock was hard, the pre-cum dripping into her hand while she stroked him. It was awful: he was pretty sure he knew what Angel was doing with the other man, but at the same time, her fingers felt so good — he definitely was not putty in them. And he wanted release. He could feel his balls tightening as Angel stroked him.

Meanwhile, Alexander guided Angel’s head in and out along his cock, feeling her lips on his hardness. He grunted harshly as he erupted in her mouth. Alexander kept his hand on her neck, holding her in place while his cum splashed against the back of her mouth, the unmistakable scent of bleach making her gag slightly. Angel swallowed, his seed flowing inside her. She wasn’t sure what came over her, but she felt the need to give in to Alexander’s wants. Besides — she knew she shouldn’t be thinking this — but what was she going to do, spit it all over the restaurant carpet?

Her fiancé knew. He heard Alexander’s grunt and knew that Angel’s mouth was filled with his cum. The worst of it was that he was horrifyingly, ragingly aroused. He spurted in her hand, the force of his ejaculation sending his sperm shooting over her arm and hand.

Angel emerged from under the table, wiping off herself off with a napkin. Alexander stood up and took her hand; Angel got up with him. He leaned over again and softly said into her ear, “You’re probably not going to see him again. You should give him a goodbye kiss.” Angel reached over to her date, some of his cum still on her hand and arm, and kissed him on the lips. He could taste the saltiness. “Goodbye,” she said.

Alexander took her outside into the frosty night air; fortunately, an empty cab was passing, and pulled over for them. “3 Diamond Lane,” Alexander said as they got in, and reached over to caress Angel. He kissed her softly. Some people said he couldn’t tell the difference between love and sex, but what did they know? But for whatever reason, the situation with Angel was different. He couldn’t have told you whether it was the curve of her ass or of her lips when she smiled, but there was something about her that he couldn’t let go.

The cab sped southwards. “You enjoyed that,” Alexander said as he slid his hand down to Angel’s lap, idly grazing the inside of her thighs.

“Yes, I did.” She paused. “You are a very unusual man.”

“Always,” he said, smiling.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Down a long, dark hole,” he replied, looking out into the night. “But first, home.”

*****

Angel was sitting on the leather couch in front of the fireplace, sipping a glass of mulled wine and watching the flames lazily lick over the logs and shoot up the chimney. Giselle sat in cihangir escort an armchair, staring out at the window — half-wishing it would snow, except that Angel loved snow, and that would make it worse, somehow.

Alexander came in and stoked the fire, adding some logs from the brass basket beside the fireplace. Angel loved that about him; although she was a city girl, she loved the look and feel and smell of the countryside, and she loved it when he brought it into the city for her. Besides, he looked good in the firelight — and so did Giselle, she thought gingerly. The whole experience was unreal, sharing the warmth of the fire on a winter evening with her lover and his wife. She swallowed another mouthful of wine.

Finished with the fire, Alexander walked over to Giselle, lightly touching her hair, the soothing feel of his fingers and nails relaxing her. She needed that touch. He pulled her up slightly, sliding his hand down her back and cupping her ass while he kissed her deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She pressed against him, already thoroughly aroused, and placed his hand between her legs. He could feel her pussy through the fabric of her dress and lightly traced its outline while he spoke. “I love you, Giselle. I need you. You are the other half of my life’s story, and you know that.” Her breathing sharpened and she leaned into his touch. “But I need this,” he said softly. “While you watch. And you know that, too.” Giselle’s stomach tightened and her clitoris throbbed in anticipation, gently moistening at the thought of what Alexander was about to do. “Take off your panties.” Giselle did as she was told. The feel of the stiff leather of the couch against her bare ass and pussy was startling. She presenting the panties to Alexander on her opened hand, almost like an offering — which he accepted, pocketing the proffered lingerie. “You are a very good girl,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. “Angel and I need some quiet time together, so you may touch yourself while you watch, but you must do it quietly. Do you understand?” Giselle nodded her assent.

Alexander drew his finger across Giselle’s lips as if he were closing a zipper and lightly touched the outside of her breast through her dress. Then he turned and went over to the couch. He sat in the middle and took Angel’s hand, reassuring her.

“Come here,” he said, as she slid next to him. He gently kissed her cheek as his other hand lightly touched the top of her thigh. She did not push it away. It slid down the inside of her knee and slowly up her thigh until it started to fondle the crotch of her panties. She shifted slightly and Alexander’s kiss slid from her cheek to her mouth, feeling the warmth of her lips against his.

His fingers felt the softness of her mound and he gently stroked it as she moved her legs apart. She could feel herself responding to him and she reached down to caress the hardening between his legs. She started unbuckling his belt. Part of her wanted to fellate him in front of his wife, for Giselle to see his sperm running down her chin, but for now that had to wait; she needed her own orgasm, first. Angel lifted her hips as Alexander slid her panties to the floor, revealing her bare, moist pussy.

Alexander stood up as he finished unbuckling his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor, not even bothering to step out of them as he started to fuck her.

Giselle blushed at the sight. Usually she loved seeing Alexander’s tight buttocks, but watching him fuck another woman in front of her was pure, erotic torture. That was the worst part: she was deeply, undeniably aroused at the sight, hearing him grunt with pleasure while his cock slid in and out of Angel’s cunt. Giselle slid a hand between her legs. Carefully, she started to touch her clit with her fingers, feeling the excitement radiating outwards from her mound. She slid forward and spread her legs so she could feel herself better. Angel’s legs were spread wide apart, her hips gyrating up taksim esc into his, and she squealed with pleasure while Alexander kept shoving his cock into her. Giselle watched his member with fascination, admiring its hardened sheen as he thrust in and out. She began rubbing herself more rapidly, focusing on her pleasure. Her left hand reached up to her breasts and she caressed her nipples, feeling them harden to her touch and pinching them. She could feel her hips rising with excitement, involuntarily matching Alexander’s thrusts.

Meanwhile, Angel wasn’t even rubbing her pussy while Alexander fucked her, she was grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling him into her, lost in pleasure and like Giselle, very close to orgasm. Alexander growled with pleasure as he thrust into her, shuddering while his back arched uncontrollably.

Giselle watched the base of his cock twitch while it filled Angel’s cunt with his sperm, gushing inside her, and the sight pushed her over the edge. Frantically rubbing her clit, she could feel her pussy almost sucking her fingers into it while she climaxed on the couch, writhing in voluptuous pleasure and biting her lip to stay silent. She needed her pussy to be filled with his cock, to feel its hot granite hardness inside her.

Alexander lay in Angel’s arms on the couch, temporarily spent. “Giselle,” he said, “I hope you came strongly.”

Giselle smiled playfully. “Maybe,” she said. “You weren’t touching me when I came, so you’ll never know.”

“Fresh! I want you to get on your hands and knees.” Giselle complied, facing sideways on the chair so that her ass and pussy pointed out. Alexander reached over and smacked her ass; the sharp snap echoed through the room. “Come here and suck my cock.”

Giselle stepped over to the couch, her tits swaying softly. She could see Alexander’s cock start to respond at the sight, its tumescence causing it to shift on his legs. She sat on the couch and leaned over and kissed the tip, feeling it continue to harden in her mouth. The combined taste of sperm and quim on it was surprisingly tolerable, and she licked around the shaft, feeling it fully erect, enjoying the veiny ridges on her tongue.

“I love you,” Alexander said tenderly, looking into her eyes as she worked her mouth up and down the length of his cock. “You feel amazing.” Then he looked up at Angel and gently brought her head down to his, and kissed her on the lips, tasting them. “Mmmm, and I love you, too,” he said, caressing her back. Still flushed from her orgasm, Angel’s hand was on his chest and the feeling was amazing. Watching Giselle suck his cock was surprisingly erotic, the hypnotic motion of her head bobbing up and down a blissful sight. She kissed Alexander deeply, lost in love, knowing his sperm were already inside her, flooding through her pussy and upwards.

Alexander sat upright and pulled Angel upwards so that he could continue to kiss her while guiding Giselle onto her side. Giselle’s breasts spilled out onto the couch in front of her, heating his thighs. He loved the softness and enormity of Giselle’s tits. He reached down, grabbed one in his hand, and squeezed while he fucked Giselle’s mouth. Then took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it while Giselle licked his balls, occasionally wrapping her lips all the way around one or the other.

Realizing he was close to orgasm, Angel gently removed Alexander’s hand from his cock and started stroking it herself, feeling it wet with pre-cum and Giselle’s saliva. She stroked harder and Giselle could feel his balls shifting on her tongue, ready to unleash their load. Giselle kept licking and watched expectantly, knowing he was about to cum. She wasn’t fond of the mess, especially when he came on her face, but she loved satisfying him; the way that his carnal needs were sated, the grunts and satisfied look on his face.

Alexander’s hips bucked helplessly and cum spurted out of his cock onto Giselle’s waiting face and tits, running down their abundant length. Giselle shifted to keep it from running onto the couch; Angel popped up from the couch and grabbed a napkin for Giselle. Alexander loved seeing her tight little body in motion, ass and pussy swaying seductively while she moved. Completely drained, he put his arms around both women, and all three of them fell asleep watching the fire.

*****

All That Glitters Ch. 63

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All That Glitters – Ch 63

Children on trial. New family members.

The children’s trial threatens the Greater Community. New members for the family. More prophetic dreams.

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The Grand Palace, Capital City, Pod-Saar, The Sharanas System, 109 Light Years from Terra

For the second time in less than six months, the Pod-Drran saw a major fleet arriving in orbit. Unlike the first event, where the fleet was for the transportation of the injured from great earth tremor of the Maha-Rrin, this fleet consisted of the ruling elite of the Greater Community come to act as judges in a trial of members of the Kumar-Pair’s own family.

The ships consisted mostly of the personal yachts of the ruling families of the Interspecies Community, the first time that such yachts were being used for official reasons. There were also several large warships from Sector Fifty-Nine, acting as taxis for the elite of the Greater Community and those ruling families that had not yet received their yachts.

Only one Presidential Class ship arrived in orbit, as the other races did not yet have such a ship in their possessions. That told the Pod-Drran that the President of the Union was at Pod-Saar. The ship’s colours and the name on the hull, in Standard script, confirmed it.

The ships started arriving in the late morning Pod-Saar time, the smaller ships set down at the Palace Shuttle Port while the larger ships sent down their passenger shuttles. They kept arriving until late afternoon as the Palace set up for the guests. The last to arrive were the Sandekk, who came in on The Wanderer and were sent down to the planet in the newly renovated shuttles designed specifically for their large bodies.

“Hello, Shusshhttookkann, my friend. We hope your travel was comfortable?” Kumaraie Ne-Maj Se-Lam Pod-Raie greeted her friend and fellow ruler at the shuttle port.

“It was, Ne-Maj. The Wanderer is more than large enough for our people,” Shusshhttookkann replied. The Kumaraie noted that all of the Imperial Arl was their, as well as Annnarrrekk, and several younger members of the Sandekk that the Kumaraie did not recognize. Younger perhaps but most assuredly adults, which meant they had to be at least 150 cycles in age.

“Hello, Annnarrrekk, I did not expect to see you here,” the Kumaraie commented.

“Annnarrrekk is to be our ambassador to Liramor Twenty-Three, Ne-Maj,” Shusshhttookkann answered for the young adult. “We will bring her there after this trial.”

“Then let us hope that the trial will not take long and that the Greater Community is still welcome on Liramor Twenty-Three afterward.

“The children will be brought here tomorrow but there is much to prepare for this evening. Shall we gather with the other rulers?” the Kumaraie asked.

The strategy session went into the late evening. Everyone was ready for the next day, or so they thought.

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Elsewhere in the capital, others were getting together for strategy sessions of their own. Those who were not pleased with recent actions by the Kumar-Pair were plotting how best to use this trial to make the ruling family look bad in the eyes of the people.

Some were members of once Great Houses that had been defeated in the last coup attempt against the Kumar-Pair. Others too, who had once been Great Houses but were now relegated due to the new principles of Great Houses set by the Kumar-Pair, requiring a certain percentage of their household to have achieved distinction. In order to be a Great House now, a House had merter escort to have a minimum of fifteen percent of their household holding levels of distinction, such as being a Kai-Rai/Ro, Sai-Rai/Ro, a Lin Tae/Ton, a Sin-Dae/Don, or a San-Dae/Don, etcetera. Most of the existing Great Houses were just shy of that mark meaning their status was lost. The individuals could stand in the Great Hall but the House could not stand there as a family. That angered many.

What they didn’t realize was that the Kumar-Pair had implemented this policy to push Houses to work at improving the lot of their members, something that most Houses did not do so well. The Kumaraie had gotten the inspiration from the House of Ur, all of whose members now held distinction and most of whose members had helped to prevent the war between the humans and the Pod-Drran.

The Kumar-Pair were very much aware that the Pod-Drran would have been devastated in such a war. Despite the Pod-Drran being a warrior race, it would be many years before they could stand on par with Humans where battle was concerned, if ever.

This group made their own plans for the next day and pushed forward several of their own as potential Prosecutors. Eventually, one name was settled on. They worked long into the night to prepare her for the next day…

The Grand Market, Capital City, Pod-Saar, The Saramas System

Later that evening, Astalla was walking along the wide roads of the market place looking in the windows of the various shops. Despite the lateness, the market place was vibrant with life. She unexpectedly spotted someone she knew.

“Caäno,” she called out happily. “Come to see the show?” she asked as he approached her in response to his name.

“I was interested in it simply because it involves prophecy,” Caäno admitted. “Are you still hold up in the Castada?” (Castada ne Mylatin – the Grand House of Mylatin, the name of the Grand Palace of the Byandi people).

“I am. Mylatrin Adriné is loath to let me go. She claims to need a Halitez (named prophet) in the Castada,” Astalla laughed.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over the pair. The pair looked up…and up…and up, at two of the largest creatures they had ever seen accompanied by a somewhat smaller version of the pair.

“Good evening, Elder Shusshhttookkann, Ambassador Annnarrrekk. May I introduce you to my friend and fellow Halitez, Caäno?” Astalla greeted the pair.

“Well met, Caäno, Astalla. It is always a pleasure to meet those who ply the same trade as we,” Shusshhttookkann stated as her translator caught up to the conversation. “I will introduce you in turn to my friend and fellow Elder, Shassshgallann. He will be by my side during the trial.”

Caäno swallowed his surprise and nodded to the three Sandekk. He had never met a Sandekk before and was surprised at just how BIG they were.

Caäno was of average height for a Byandi (around 160cm) and he had to look way up to see the faces of the two Elders when they raised their necks up. At the moment, those monstrous heads were lowered down to look at the pair of Byandi. That was even more frightening as far as Caäno was concerned as those great heads were as long as a Byandi was tall and their mouths were full of very sharp looking teeth. Even the smaller of the three was of an imposing size.

“Stop gawking, Caäno,” Astalla snarled quietly. “It is unbecoming.”

“I’m sorry for staring, however, you are far more than what I was expecting,” Caäno admitted. That brought laughter from the trio of Sandekk.

“So, you will be on the floor for the trial?” Annnarrrekk asked.

“Aye. Unlike Astalla here, I am not so fortunate to be considered among the elite of our people,” Caäno replied to a snort of amusement from Astalla.

“Do not let him fool you, he is one of the foremost Halitez of our people,” Astalla interrupted.

“Did you manage to find something to eat in the marketplace?” Caäno asked, intrigued.

“They gave us several bails of green hay at the palace earlier. I’m sure that they thought of us as some kind of farm animals until we thanked the helpers for the food. We must have scared them out of five years of their lives when we spoke,” Shassshgallann told them with a giggle.

Caäno was surprised to hear something so large actually giggle. He thought about that situation and found it rather surprising. He couldn’t help but giggle himself though the sound was much more expected from someone of his and Astalla’s sizes.

“What do you think will happen?” Astalla asked of the others.

“Hard to say, my sight is unexpectantly closed over this situation,” Elder Shassshgallann informed them. The others agreed with that assessment as none of them could see past the trial and that worried them. “I cannot even say for certain who this prophecy pertains to and that bothers me greatly.”

“There is a turning point coming. One that will not only affect the children but possibly the Greater Community itself,” Annnarrrekk commented.

“We all feel the same. That is why so many güngören escort of the Greater Community’s Halitez are here for this trial,” Astalla concluded.

Palace Shuttle Port, Capital City, Pod-Saar, The Sharanas System

The Trine arrived early the next morning and was directed to set down in a secured area at the shuttle port near to the walkway that led up to the Palace.

Twelve of the Kumir-Rai were waiting for them at the beginning of the walkway, Kaldar drawn and held over their shoulders. The children were walking just in front of their three parents who were trailed by the remainder of the Piscium household. They smiled toward the Kumir-Rai, all of whom they knew. However, no answering smiles were returned. They children knew then they had a problem but they did not know how to fix it.

Zarreniya took Ikekiya’s hand. ^It is just like in your dream, Ikeki,^ she thought to here sister.

^I know, Zarry. This not good. The dream say we leave Godmother’s family. We need stay and help Prakeshya,^ Ikekiya replied.

^How we do that?^ Zarreniya asked.

^I think it not for us to do,^ Ikekiya told her sister truthfully. ^This dream not ours.^

^I no like this dream,^ Zarreniya told her sister, who she felt agreed with her. The dream about Raymond had been scarry, but they could do something about that and had. It was much scarier when your fate was decided by someone else. The rest of the trip up was silent for the pair but they did not let loose of each other’s hands.

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The guard brought the children into a Grand Hall filled to the brim with Pod-Drran, Maha-Rrin, and many guests from the Greater Community. The family was placed in front of the grand stairs leading up to the Kumar-Pair and all the other rulers of the Greater Community, who sat dispassionately on their various thrones or in the case of the Sandekk, on great plates of stone that allowed them to lay down so that their forelimbs could be used as hands.

The Kumar-Pair were in the center of the group, their brood on small versions of backless thrones at their feet. A few other children of the ruling families were there, Martte Varren was there, as were Martte Garnal, Mylat Alafka, and Grace Holloway, who all sat with her parents.

The rulers stretched out on either side of the Kumar-Pair with the two largest species, the Djinaëte and the Sandekk on either side. Junelliya recognized the same senior Sisters that had been to the Second Denders Summit last summer sitting in for the rulers of the Djinaëte people.

The presence of all the rulers was intimidating but it was not meant to intimidate the children. However, the Pod-Drran, the intendent recipients of this intimidation, were a warrior race and it took more than a few high-ranking people to browbeat such.

Below the rulers, on the grand stairs leading to the throne level, where the various senior ministers of the different races. On the floor around the family were many of the curious of the various races. Some were important figures to their governments though of lesser positions than the ministers; some were simply curious and had used connections to be here. By virtue of the fact that they were on Pod-Saar, the predominant group were the Pod-Drran though more than a few Maha-Rrin were present. These were mostly people on Pod-Saar who were waiting their time at the hospital for limb regeneration surgery or going through the later stages of those procedures.

Those who had completed the process were now attending school on Pod-Saar.

The Piscium adults were looking at the rulers on their thrones. They had known of this trial ahead of time but they were still surprised at what they saw. It was evident that the rulers were in ‘ruler’ mode, that is to say they were closed to everything but the judgement that was being sought. There were no smiling faces or welcoming looks.

Hanalei understood this. She had to be the adult on more than one occasion to scold her children. She could not let her feelings get in the way when there was a need to enforce discipline or morals, not with children as powerful as her’s were. She noted that while the rulers were being closed about what they might have to do, she could clearly see that they were not happy to have this burden imposed on their persons.

With a few exceptions, most of the rulers were present, those not there in person, were there via ICS link, their faces on the monitors, their places on the thrones filled by their ambassadors.

The Palace Speaker stamped his Rod of Office and all conversation ceased. He turned and bowed to the Kumar-Pair. The Kumaraie rose to speak.

“Ikekiya Soona-Patak Se-Lam Poda-Rai-Dosri Piscium, and Zarreniya Se-Lam Poda-Rai-Latti Piscium, you have been brought before this court because of the actions you took in the recent incident on Liramor Twenty-Three. Questions of whether you have broken or overstepped the law have been raised and need to be answered.

“Who will stand with this brood as their Defender bağcılar escort or Defenders in this action?” the Kumaraie asked.

Immediately, Tempa-Harn Kai-Rai stepped forward. “I will act as their Defender, My Kumaraie,” she answered, giving a low bow. She looked down at and briefly smiled to the two children, giving them a nod of encouragement.

“You, Tempa-Harn? Were you not one of the most outspoken of those opposing Ikekia’s prophecy?” the Kumaroe asked.

“Death is very effective at allowing one to change one’s ways, My Kumaroe,” Tempa replied with a grin and a formal bow.

“Let the records show that Tempa-Harn Kai-Rai has stepped forward to act on this brood’s behalf,” the Palace Senechal stated.

“Who then will stand in opposition, as prosecutor or prosecutors in this action?” the Kumaraie asked. A brief moment passed before someone stepped forward.

“I will act as prosecutor in this trial, My Kumaraie.” Takka-Larn Kai-Rai stepped forward.

Yes, thought the Kumaraie, she would be one of those to step forward.

While Takka-Larn’s family had fought to defend the Kumar-Pair during the last coup attempt, they had lost their status as a Great House, along with most other Great Houses, because so few members of the House of Larn now had distinction of their own. The House of Larn, along with many of the former Great Houses, were not pleased to have lost their status in the Great Hall.

“Let the records show that Takka-Larn Kai-Rai has stepped forward to act as Prosecutor for this trial,” the Palace Senechal stated.

“Because of the age of these two and the fact that they are named in prophecy by so many different races, no one single person can sit in judgement of you so we, the rulers of all of the fourteen races, are here to judge your actions and your guilt or innocence,” the Kumaraie stated, looking directly at the children.

“We need to appoint a Trial Director who understands the role that prophecy has played in this incident. Who among us can fill that role?” the Kumaraie asked.

Several members of the other races stepped forward to provide their status and be acknowledged as prophets with the necessary credentials to allow them to act as the Director of the Trial.

However, Takka-Larn opposed their participation as Director.

“My Kumaraie, such foreign expertise would not be acceptable to the people as a Trial Director. Such a person would understand the responsibility that prophecy plays in this incident but would not understand the nuances of Pod-Drran law.”

“Only one person of the Pod-Drran understands prophecy and understands Pod-Drran customs and criminal law. That would be my daughter Prakeshya Se-Lam-Raie,” the Kumaraie stated.

“That cannot be allowed, My Kumaraie!” called out Gend-Hurl Ro, the perennial thorn in the side of the Kumar-Pair.

“WHO DARES SPEAK AGAINST THE ADMONITION OF THE SPEAKER!” the speaker roared at the interruption from the floor as he stamped his Rod of Office.

“Speaker, Gend-Hurl Ro has permission to speak,” the Kumaraie admonished. “We value his insight and have given him status in the Great Hall because of that.”

“Gend-Hurl Ro, you are aware of the caution placed on you against your speaking in this hall?” the Kumaroe demanded (this was in reference to his being required to provide an alternative to the decision(s) being opposed by him and not to oppose a decision just for the sake of opposing it).

“I am aware, My Kumaroe and I have a solution,” Gen-Hurl replied. “Prakeshya is not of age and thus cannot stand as the Trial Director. The authenticity for any other Pod-Drran or Maha-Rrin to speak on prophecy would not be permitted as no other Pod-Drran or Maha-Rrin prophet exists today.

“That means there is only one authority who we could ask to be Trial Director who would be acceptable to the people. I would advocate for the Goddess Poda-La to be appointed Trial Director, My Kumar-Pair.”

“Gend-Hurl, Poda-La is not a living person. The people may not allow her to act as Director,” the Kumaraie interjected.

“We should ask Poda-La if she can uphold the position of Director, Ne-Maj,” the Asoc suggested.

The Kumaraie turned to look at her mate and the Pemipinae for a brief moment. They gave her a single nod of their heads. The Kumar-Pair stood, then took a knee in front of their thrones. Immediately, all of the Pod-Drran and many of the guests in the Great Hall did the same, even some of the rulers knelt to acknowledge the authority of Poda-La.

“We call upon the one named Poda-La, titled Mada-La-Ail – the People’s Guide – to manifest here in the Great Hall of the People and give us her wisdom,” the Kumaraie called out.

Earlier, the Senechal had placed one of the emitters from the original Resestess in the Great Hall. They had intended to use Poda-La as a witness on the rules of prophecy. The emitter now received the signal from the Resestess and beamed an image of a small ball of flame near to where the children stood. Those around the ball of flame swiftly stepped back from it as it enlarged to such a size that Poda-La herself, her Chlaerge on her shoulder, stepped from within the flames and stood in front of the people in the Great Hall, the flames dying behind her. The image was dressed in the ancient formal dress of former royalty. The image turned to the Kumar-Pair and gave a bow.

Alien Sex as a Weapon

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When humans discovered the Altarra system, finally, there seemed to be a solution for Earth’s overpopulation and pollution problems. But when a small population of indigenous life forms were discovered on the planet, the fateful decision was made to breed them out of existence.

The Altarrans were tall beings, seemingly non-verbal. They stood almost 8 feet tall and were smooth, hairless and dark gray. The color of a seal. They had a humanoid head but no eyes and a hideous mouth tube that could extend out like the beak of an octopus. They had long dangerous tails like that of a stingray, and on their abdomen were rows and rows of wriggling tendrils.

Oddly enough, after studying their species, it seemed as if they only had one gender – what humans would call female. They had vaginas. They carried their young. They had reproduction organs, but it looked as if Altarrans could self-impregnate by dropping an internal ovum into their tubes to begin pregnancy. They had no need for 2 sexes. For sexual pleasure, Altarrans would hug and their stomaches would rub against each other allowing the tendrils to interlock.

Altarrans were highly violent toward humans. Of over 100 encounters, all resulted in human/Altarran fatalities.

When Jackson opened his eyes, he found himself floating naked in a tank of green liquid. His memory was hazy but he remembered he was part of a team of Marines chosen by Earth Government and The Corporation to work with an alien creature being housed at Memex Station, orbiting Altarra. His memory was hazy because he was just born a month ago in a cloning tank on Luna.

There was history here in Altarra system. A freighter, The Cranston, was lost in this system, after discovering alien life. The Company had finally secured an alien at a great loss of life.

That was 200 years ago. When Jackson looked left and right, he saw the other members of his team, some still unconscious, others waking, all nude and floating in their tanks.

A few minutes later, the tanks began to drain, and four Marines were ‘birthed’ onto the slippery cold floor. Jackson gave his team a once over and was amused that they were all well built and well hung. They could have all been UFC wrestlers, he thought, and wondered if that was how they were bred – with genes from Earth cage fighters and porn stars.

Jackson saw a tidy rack of towels beside each tank. He toweled off his body of the green goo.

A smart looking older woman in a lab coat walked into the room with a clipboard, her gray hair in a bun. She looked at the four men and yelled, “Men, fall in!”

They lined up before her with towels around their waists. By rote or habit, they called out in sequence:

“Jackson!”

“Miller!”

“Eckhardt!”

“Kuwata!”

“Gentlemen, I am Doctor Hoffman, head of R&D. You are on the space station Memex.” She paced in front of them, and then behind them. “Let me be frank. You are Marines from the clone corps. That means you are dispensable. But it also means you are expensive, perfect specimens of human males. Perfectly muscled and aged at 21, you are perfect fighting machines. You have also been bred with unique capabilities – night vision, a high pain threshold, and..” she coughed delicately, “sex organs that erect at will.”

“You were created during the last Martian insurgency when some general thought a tactical rape team would crush the resistance and spirit of the rebels. Ethnic cleansing. After the war, the Earth Government banned you. Sex is no longer a weapon. Fortunately, The Corporation saved a number of your embryos and that’s why you’re here.”

Jackson nodded at her. “So what are we doing here, m’am?”

Dr. Hoffman kept pacing, not making eye contact with any of them. “We have in a cell, a female Altarran – we named her Tara. You’ve all read the background documents. You know what they look like. You know their battle capabilities. What you do not know is that this station has attempted DNA extraction for years. The Corporation is hoping that one day, the successful gene-splicing from the Altarran will create better soldiers, better humans. In fact, a tiny bit of your own DNA was derived from the Altarran to hide your human scent.”

The men were surprised, they exchanged looks.

“You were created for this task. Tara the Altarran is calm in the dark because she has no eyes – your eyes can naturally adjust. The Altarran can detect its own kind – we’re hoping your DNA will confuse or trick its senses into believing you’re one of them. And with the complexity of the Altarran’s DNA, we have calculated it needs multiple deliveries of ejaculate to impregnate it. We’ve calculated the Altarran needs four. Sex, in this case, is very much a weapon.”

Miller, a redhead rumored to be descended from Prince Harry himself, spoke up, “What the hell? You want us to impregnate it?” He shook his head, “You want us to fuck it!”

Hoffman kept pacing, “We need direct breeding. Attempts at trying to sedate the Altarran şişli escort for its eggs resulted in many fatalities. The creature is not mammalian or reptilian in the human sense. She has a hard and slippery exoskelton – think of a crab or lobster. She will only open her vaginal cavity if she is sexually excited. The Altarran has rows of swimmerets on her lower abdomen – like micro-tendrils – which extend when she is excited. Your sperm will fertilize her eggs. She will lay those eggs and those eggs begin the next cycle of Altarran reproduction.”

Eckhardt shuddered. He had studied them. Altarrans were nightmarish creatures. It made him sick that they were supposed to breed with it. He took a menacing step toward Hoffman. He was made of the genes from Henry Cavill, an actor who had played Superman back in the 21st century. “What if we scrub this mission, fuck and kill you instead?” He dropped his towel and showed off his glistening erection. He reached down to cup his balls, squeeze his shaft and waved it at her.

Hoffman nodded and smiled, “We have bred you all with kill-switches. Don’t threaten me again or else we’ll get another 4 of you.”

Eckhardt laughed, immediately softened, and wrapped himself back.

Kuwata was made from the genes of a Japanese male model. He stroked his chin and shook his head, “Multiple deliveries of ejaculate. So you mean…”

Hoffman nodded again, “You four have to work as a team, distract the Altarran, stimulate her, and then each of you must mount her and deliver your load as quickly as possible to fertilize her.”

“Shit! We have to gangbang an alien!” Jackson laughed. He was blonde and muscular and looked like Thor.

“So here’s a problem,” Miller pointed at his comrades. “If we’re all freshly bred from the tank, then we – how do I put this – have zero experience in these matters.”

“Ah yes,” Hoffman agreed, “You’re all virgins. But you will be provided with porn to understand the anatomy of sex. You have biological instinct. You will study videos of the Altarran. You will watch videos about different positions so you can all work as a team.”

The men laughed. “Fucking suicide mission.” “No, suicide fucking mission.” They shook their heads.

“I told you this is a high risk mission. You may not survive. But if you are successful, you will all be given early, honorable discharge…” she ignored their laughs… “property on Titan, stock in The Corporation, and enough financial reward for you to never work again.”

The men talked among themselves but Hoffman went to the side of the lab, pressed a panel in the wall and a large bed slid out. She undressed in front of them.

“In the meantime, men, your first time won’t be with an alien. Line up and present arms!”

The men dutifully lined up and dropped their towels.

Hoffman smiled at the line of waving erections. It would be anyone’s fantasy to have sex with any one of these specimens, perfectly proportioned with matching Marines tattoos on their shoulders. “You think you know where to put that, Marine?”

“Anytime, anywhere,” Eckhardt growled. He fucked her first in missionary position. When he came, he came loudly, and she wasn’t sure if he was having an orgasm or enjoying a long piss. He hopped off her to let the next guy on. Hoffman smiled how they grunted, cheered each other on, especially as they happily stirred themselves in her, sloppy seconds, thirds and fourths. When they had each had a turn, she ordered them to lie on their backs so she could ride each one of them, reverse cowgirl. As each of them came, they high-fived their friends.

This isn’t a Marine squad, they’re like a bunch of frat boys at a whore house, she smiled. They each finished in her doggy style. Three positions. Then, like shy schoolboys, they sat on the edge of the bed to let her suck each one of them off.

She mused that their penises were identically shaped and angled – curved 8″ with big swinging balls. They all tasted the same. These mighty men collapsed in their orgasms in fewer than 10 strokes. But with four of them, they offered her muscular bouts of sweaty tag-team coitus. They fucked without any consideration or wariness of her own orgasmic needs. They could just fuck until they shook with a shuddering orgasm. And that’s what they were designed for – not studs, not super lovers, but strong men who could deliver their ejaculate as quickly and as efficiently as possible.

Jackson smirked at the professor as she laid on the bed, panting, her puffy wet vaginal lips buzzing with waves and waves of ecstasy after being fucked by them all. “Oorah, doctor!” He slapped Miller’s ass who in turn slapped Kuwata’s.

Doctor Hoffman fingered her gooey mess of a snatch, filled with their loads of cum. Biggest creampie ever, she thought. She immediately regretted fucking them together like this. Should have taken them one at a time in a private room. It’s hard to keep the respect of your team when they’ve seen you spit-roasted mecidiyeköy escort gargling with a big dick in your mouth. Now they were all leering at her. “More training tomorrow, doctor?”

Part 2

After a week of training – porn videos, schematics of alien physiology and sessions of intercourse with Doctor Hoffman, the Marines were ready. They had watched Tara, the Altarran in her cell but now they were ready to go in.

They went down to the security level, all four of them nude. Hoffman didn’t see the need for clothes and she was also worried the scent would provoke the alien.

The four men entered the cell – it was dark and steam hissed from the ceiling ducts. Suddenly, the Altarran’s tail lashed out spearing Miller in the chest. He gurgled as blood poured from his mouth. He was dead.

“Fuck!” Jackson seethed.

“Don’t panic or else we’re all dead!” Eckhardt said.

The three of them stepped closer into the cell. Suddenly, from out of the blackness rose the Altarran, a nightmarish creature of dark gray and black. They knew what a Altarran looked like but they were all surprised at how overtly female this one was. Boney rib cage but dark full breasts. Long tail with a dagger tip still dripping with Miller’s blood. Wide hips and what looked like a bony plate covering its privates. It seemed confused. It sniffed the air. It lowered its bald domed head and sniffed the three remaining men, first their chests, then their erections. The Altarran towered over the men at 8 feet tall. It was drooling clear slime from her lips. The men watched as she opened her jaws to show off her mouth-tube which quivered and protruding from its outer row of crystal teeth. It looked at the 3 Marines’ approach. Then, to their surprise, she turned to face away and presented itself to them, her bony ass raised up in the air, her tail whipping nervously like a cat in heat.

“Let’s do this!” Kuwata yelled. They had trained for this. He ran to face her, his body a distraction. Tara hissed and sniffed him, fascinated. She drooled on his chest, parted her jaws and licked him with the sleeve of her inner mouth. Then, she grabbed him by his hands and suspended him off the ground, like he was being crucified. She backed him up against the wall of her cell and then her great shiny grey dome of a head lowered to face his crotch. Her inner mouth tube lashed out, nuzzled his balls then it pulled back and docked onto his hardon. In spite of his training Kuwata jumped in shock but was momentarily relived to feel her hot mouth-tube sucking on him instead. No teeth – they had retracted. He looked down to see his erection being suckled by the Altarran. It was like his cock was caught inside the ribbed hose of a vacuum cleaner. They had studied that her body temperature would be higher than human, but it was still a surprise to have her hot slimy mouth-tube on him.

“Go!” he yelled.

Jackson immediately slid underneath the Altarran. He lay on his back and faced her rows of quivering swimmerets and tendrils. He cautiously raised his bare foot up until he was touching her. Her body reacted immediately – her tendrils started swirling and tickling his foot in between his toes. Clear that she was stimulated, he reached out and jumped up, hugging her from beneath, offering his body to her undercarriage. The sensation was incredible as the little tendrils, rubbery with fleshy little tips, tickled his torso, wrapping around his genitals and his thighs. He flexed his erection into the wriggling field as the Altarran hissed loudly, blowing its hot breath onto Kuwata’s cock. In turn, Kuwata moaned.

Jackson held on for dear life. “Go!” he yelled.

Eckhardt ran to Tara’s raised rear end. He touched what looked like a puckered anus made of lobster shell. It was hard and grey. He had no idea how to stimulate it. He fingered the grooves and listened to his teammates grunt and moan – Kuwata who was feeding Tara his cock. Jackson who was offering his body to tickle her tendrils.

Eckhardt kept tracing the grooves until Tara shuddered, waving her ass. Then it happened – the grooves parted to reveal a fleshy, slimy red slit that oozed yellow cream. He tentatively fingered the slit in front of him but fortunately, it was not acidic blood, it was her natural lubricant.

Take one for the team, he muttered. He positioned himself behind her ass, grabbed a hold of his cock and plunged it into the alien’s red slit.

The effect was immediate. She pulled away from Kuwata’s saliva-covered dick and hissed upward, her back arched pulling Jackson who was stuck to her underside. Her swimmerets began a frenzy of motion and suddenly Jackson was cumming, spraying her field of tendrils with his sperm. And in back, Eckhardt yelled like a cowboy holding onto a mechanical bull. His throbbing dick was buried to the hilt into her seething hot canal, but unlike a human female, Tara’s vaginal walls had more rib like grooves designed to contract and nişantaşı escort lock a penis in coitus.

As she arched her back and twerked her ass, her vaginal walls contracted – clearly a human penis was much smaller than the Altarran’s cavity. She would have to tighten herself to lock this pink fleshy intrusion that dared to enter her. For a split second, Eckhardt was worried his dick would be guillotined by her outer vaginal shell.

Eckhardt moaned as he tried to fuck her human-style in doggy position. Outstrokes were almost painful as if her vaginal grooves were velcro pulling on his foreskin, instrokes were insanely pleasurable like he was fucking a giant squid. “Fuck you! Fuck you!” he yelled as he thrust into her again and again.

Kuwata whistled, “Yeah, we’re spit-roasting this bitch!” He pumped into her translucent mouth tube as it gripped and slurped him.

Then Eckhardt started to cum, and the Altarran, feeling his spurting, spasmed and tried to buck him off, but he held onto her bony hips until he had finished cumming. “Done!” he yelled. His soft wet dick slipped out easily, and he ran over to replace Jackson. Jackson jumped out from beneath her to replace Kuwata. And the handsome Japanese male model clone ran to Tara’s rear and easily slipped into her pulsing red slit that oozed her yellow cream and Eckhart’s pearly white cum.

Tara eagerly licked Jackson’s torso and started sucking on his boner. She seemed fascinated by his blonde hair as she ran her large two-thumbed hand through his hair. “Eat it, bitch!” He aggressively mouth-fucked her mouth tube which only made her spit up more clear slime.

If Eckhardt was worried about how long it would take to get hard again, he needn’t have worried. Hugging her body, pressed up to those tendrils was immediately stimulating. He felt some of the tubules nuzzle his body, encircle his dick and force him erect again.

Kuwata looked at the nightmare before him, her puckering red slit that was like a gaping red maw of a mouth itself, slobbering and sucking as he pumped her. The rib like grooves were compressing and stretching, locking his length to hold him in as deeply as possible. One of her grooves encircled the edge of his dickhead making it impossible to pull out. Kuwata could only push in as he let out a cry and started to cum. For the second time today, Tara released a Marine’s dick from her mouth to howl as she spasmed with delight.

Next rotation, the Marines moved into position. Jackson ran to her rear, Kuwata hug her undercarriage. Eckhardt offered to feed her his dick. But this time, Tara stood up to her full height, turned and grabbed Jackson by the throat. She petted his blonde hair again and slammed him against the wall.

“Shit! Change of plans!” Jackson yelled.

She then slammed him to the ground on his back. As he shook his head from the impact, she grabbed both his legs and pushed him back. She leaned her mighty domed skull at his groin and lashed stinging his balls. She then pushed him into Amazon position. She moved forward and squatted over him, sitting on his thighs, directing his erection into her drooling red slit.

“Fuck-uh-uh-uh!” Jackson tried to adjust his breathing as she mounted him, her size, her weight practically squeezing the life out of him while her burning hot red vagina was trying to squeeze cum out of him.

Tara hissed with delight. She sniffed Jackson’s blonde hair, his chest, his feet. Her tendrils were twirling and twitching.

“Same mission!” Eckhardt yelled. But he and Kuwata could only stand around, not sure how they would engage. In this position, they couldn’t face-fuck her, they couldn’t jump in to offer Jackson any relief.

But Jackson was soon cumming and after he shuddered his last drop into her, she threw him aside and grabbed Kuwata to mount in Amazon position as well. He groaned under her weight as his cock was being pummeled by her tight, ribbed, alien pussy.

After Kuwata came, she tossed him as well and grabbed Eckhardt by the legs to do the same. She was in control.

When she was finished with Eckhardt, the three Marines stood in the corner sheepishly, watching her as she hissed at them. No more fucking for the day.

“How many loads did she get?”

“Shit, five or six? I came in her twice.” Kuwata said.

“Bros, mission accomplished!” They high fived each other. But their congratulations was short-lived as they watched in horror as the Altarran grabbed Miller’s body and began to rip out his arms to eat.

The door of the cell opened and the three naked men ran out where Doctor Hoffman waited for them. She looked them over marveling at the scratches on their body, the soft spent condition of their dicks. She swabbed them to get samples of the Altarran ‘s slime off their bodies. Then and only then did she let them shower.

After they toweled off and dressed, they went to the Doctor’s situation room.

“Good job, gentlemen. A shame about Miller. But the three of you successfully stimulated Tara and ejaculated into her. She now knows your scent and is open to coitus with you.”

The men smiled at each other and high-fived each other again “Oorah!”

“But,” Doctor Hoffman began, “the mission is not complete. You see, we needed 4 loads of semen to inseminate the Altarran.”

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Alice awoke slowly. She was still laying on her belly but the two oddly named midgets were nowhere to be seen. Wondering if perhaps the whole episode had simply been a hallucination from the effects of the magic mushroom she reached back to check her ass. The sphincter was gaping wide and secreting viscous lubricant.

“You don’t need to check you know. You definitely got well and truly ass fucked!”

The muffled voice seemed to come from somewhere on the same level as her but a quick glance around confirmed she appeared to be completely alone.

“You wont be able to see me while your laying on your stomach stupid!”

Alice peering around again, more slowly this time and with as much concentration as her befuddled mind would allow.

“Roll over so I can move my lips a little easier stupid!”

Alice rolled onto her back and forced herself to sit upright. She heard the voice again but this time the words were incoherently garbled.

“I cant make out a word your saying and I am NOT stupid!”

As if in response she produced the loudest pussy fart she had ever let rip. Quickly she parted her thighs and felt to check for possible fall out.

“Thank heavens I can breathe again. That semen was chocking me.”

Alice stared down to confirm what her hand had messaged. Her pussy was surrounded by a thick coat of marmalade colored hair doused with midget cum.

“But I had a wax three days ago. My pubes don’t grow that fast.”

“And its no fun having my hair torn off I can tell you missy.”

It dawned on Alice she was holding a conversation with her own very coherent cunt. “My pubes have never been that color before! Except perhaps when I am a little early and don’t catch things in time.”

“Don’t even go there! You have no idea what its like having a gag inserted in your mouth for days on end.”

Alice giggled.

“Actually I do. Well maybe not for days, but for hours certainly. Its quite liberating.”

Her pussy parted its lips and yawned widely as if bored. Alice was amazed by how wide it could stretch all on its own.

“You need to go and see the Queen.”

“Which Queen is that? I don’t know any Queens.”

“The Red Queen, you will find her watching the cricket match. It’s the big game today! Put your panties back on and follow the path to the edge of the green.”

Alice reached to the side to retrieve her white lace panties and slipped them over her ankles.

“Well you could pet me a little first!”

“Just a little then, but no biting you hear!”

Alice laid back beşiktaş escort and reaching down began to gently massage her clit.

“Ohhh yes, that’s just the spot. Just a little harder please.”

She pressed a little harder against her nub and was rewarded with a slight gush of lubricant from her conversational friends throat.

“That’s so good, but I have an itch a little deeper if you could manage to reach.”

Alice obligingly slid a finger down marmalades throat and stroked its urethra.

“Mmmmm, you got the spot now. I think, I am sure, ahhhhhhh.”

A thin arc of golden liquid squirted perfectly from the marmalade monsters open cavity to land between Alice’s gaped knees.

“That should keep you content for a few.”

“Just for a litt……..”

The marmalade hair retreated back into the follicles from whence it had extruded so suddenly and Alice was rewarded with the view of her perfectly bare pubes once more. Her panties replaced, she straightened and dusted down her plaid skirt and white blouse; if she was about to meet a Queen she had better look partially respectable. Finally she pulled her white knee socks as high as was possible and rubbed her black stiletto shoes on the back of the opposite calves. The path stretched as far as she could see before disappearing over the horizon but Alice always listened to what her cunt had to say and stepped out with a purpose.

The green was much closer than seemed possible. Alice had been walking for barely a minute when the white chained oval appeared ahead. The game was in full swing, with the ladies team fielding and the means team at bat. Alice had watched a lot of cricket. Her father was a member of the Marlborough Cricket Club and she had spent many a happy afternoon at Lords during the summer holidays. She specially liked attending the big games when the professional players were taking part. They were the most interesting people, coal miners, factory workers and the like. Quite the nastiest fuckers she had ever experienced. Recently she had taken on the two premier bowlers in the country one after the other and was pleased to say that they performed magnificently on and off the pitch.

The closer Alice studied the game the queerer it got. The female side comprised of eleven of the strangest women Alice had seen, they wore wigs of the most vivid hues and make up that was more suited to Kabuki Theater than a sporting event. Their team apparel was a mix of very short flared skirts and flouncy blouses with platform shoes taksim escort far too high for any athletic movements. How the bowlers managed to take a run up at all was a miracle. The men standing at each popping crease had far more traditional attire except it seemed to be made of some kind of silver lame and glittered at every movement. This caused the umpires, two rather elderly gentlemen with heavy gabardine raincoats cinched tightly at the waist to continually ask for the side screens to be moved. Alice could so no purpose to this as the screens at both ends had been painted in a varied array of rainbow stripes as opposed to the generally accepted white.

“And who the fuck are you?”

Alice turned to find herself face to face with the Red Queen.

“Plain as a pikestaff and dressed like a common shop girl. Give her a plug!”

The Queen and her entourage walked past Alice heading for the tea tent and she was left standing with three very obese guards, two carrying long sharp poleaxes, the third a very large rainbow colored anal plug.

“Bend over and lets get this in place!”

“What do you mean? I am not wearing that.”

“Queenie says your to be plugged then plugged you are. We are all plugged. Everyone in Wonderland is plugged. Show her girls.”

All three guards bent over slightly at the waist pulling up their uniform chiffon layered miniskirts to expose their anal accoutrements for Alice’s inspection.

“But their enormous. Isn’t it uncomfortable being stretched so wide?”

Enormous? Silly thing, these are our walking models, our stay at home ones are much bigger.”

“OH god yes. They are just dreamy big, makes me squelch just to imagine. Pushing in, twisting, making my knees tremble.”

“Shut up Carmen. You will quite make me faint away if you keep on so!”

Alice stood back a little and just listened to the guards gossip. It almost seemed like they had forgotten her completely.

“You remember those really big red patent plugs Queenie got from China. A nice extra wide bulb fitted with a vibrating center?”

“Oh darling Miranda they were divine. I wore mine day and night. Day and night I let it seat itself my dear, without a qualm. I ended up with a sphincter large enough to take a Nubian giant!” Alice continued to slowly edged backwards one small step at a time.

“Find a real life Nubian giant here in Wonderland? Please let me find one soon. Hard enough to find a big black dildo that hasn’t been wore out!”

Alice took a quick side step and etiler escort was in the tea tent.

The Red and White Queens were arguing, imagine!

“You can’t expect people to be courteous when they don’t have a good sized plug inserted!”

Alice heard the Red Queens obviously Halifax accent high above the general commotion.

“Reminds the peasants constantly they are anally bound to be dutiful and respectful to their Sovereign!”

“But sister dear, it’s just not practical. My poor horse guard had to spend days in the infirmary when theirs disappeared completely after a particularly strenuous gallop.”

“Pancakes to your horse guard problems is all I can say. You ought to favor pony girls like Me. Far more sensible speed and the view is so much better from the carriage. Those horse tail bejeweled plugs are divine.”

Alice was confused. The Red Queens gravelly accent was nothing like the White Queens quite perfect diction, yet they were sisters? She decided to make a few polite inquiries.

“Excuse me miss.”

She was surprised when the miss turned and sported a mustache and goatee.

“The two Queens are really sisters?”

“Of course they are. We are all sisters here dear. Now tell me who designed your make up?”

“I designed it myself I suppose. Well no actually in truth my face did. Just followed the natural contours and shading with a little exaggeration here and there.”

“Really? How fascinating. I paid a small fortune in molly to my designer and I really don’t think she caught the full concept. Musketeer chique is what I called it. My name is D’Artinyon Poute whats yours?”

“Alice, my name is Alice Wonderland.”

“Wonderland? Don’t let the Red Queen know that whatever you do. She will stretch your ass till it looks like shredded suet.”

Thank you D’Artinyon.”

“Just call me Dart, everyone does. Let’s go to the ladies and powder our noses.”

The powder room was at the back of the pavilion and was nothing like Alice imagined.

“Dart can I ask you a question.”

D’Artinyon was standing in front of one of the porcelain urinals legs apart and raising the front of her lace skirt.

“Do all the ladies here pee like you?”

“Well Alice what a strange question. Of course they do.”

Dart gave a happy sigh as she let go a good long stream of urine. Alice decide that she had better follow suit and positioned herself as close to the adjacent bowl as possible, pulled her panties to one side and let go. Glancing casually sideways she was rather taken aback to see Dart holding what appeared to be a penis shaped clitoris.

“Dart can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course Alice, we are the best of chums.”

“You have a very large clitoris for a girl.”

“Well thank you for saying, but actually it’s quite small by comparison to most.”

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“More tea?”

“Thank you.”

“Can’t abide these little packets, myself, but, I suppose one takes what comes. There you are.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, where were we?”

They were entering the second hour of their conversation – that last word loosely construed: It was more or less a monologue, the woman talking, the girl listening, and during it Eriko had learned much about the tall, slim woman in the olive-green fatigues seated opposite her.

“So, then you signed up, ma’am?” Eriko prompted politely.

“Oh, no. No, dear. I’m not the sort to stand in queue waiting for orders like some silly ranker.They, you see, askedme.”

Emily Mauve Qian.

Major Emily Mauve Qian, of His Royal Majesty’s Special Intelligence Group (SIG).

Born in Hong Kong (“The most beautiful city on earth, dear… Or was. Began falling apart the day that bitch Thatcher gave it back to the ChiComs.”). Early years spent in Hong Kong. Daddy was “one of the largest shipping magnates in the whole harbour.”

History was not Eriko’s forte, and so she was forced to resist the urge to interrupt and ask who Thatcher was, satisfying herself for the moment with the knowledge that Thatcher was a bitch.

“Of course they didn’t even ask us. It was all decided for us. No plebiscite, nothing.”

Major Emily poured herself another spot.

“Now, let me ask you, darling – who would you rather be governed by, Whitehall or Beijing? Which is my whole point, of course.”

Actually, Eriko found the woman’s way of speaking sort of… condescending. Although she wasn’t sure she should have.

Eriko had seen Brits before: at the Ops School – a pair of O/As (observer/advisors) on a month-long tour – but only at a distance. She had never encountered them face-to-face, and the most striking thing about them in her memory was the tan berets they had worn.

So the young American girl had no real context in which to judge this Englishwoman – or a British-Chinese (Sino-Brit?), or whatever she classified herself to be – and the Eriko was forced out of a sense of polite fair-play to assume that the ‘Luvs,’ ‘Dears,’ ‘Sweethearts,’ ‘Darlings,’ and even the occasional ‘Child,’ with which the lady peppered her conversation were simply considered polite by her people.

There was really no way for her to tell otherwise, for, while well-educated by the standards of any university librarian, the path of Eriko’s young life (refugee – Special Ops School – deep-cover in an orphanage) had not been inductive to even an narrow cosmopolitanism; and so, while Eriko knew of the divers people who spotted the globe, she knew them only as the astronomer knows his stars: distant; fixed; familiar only by their remoteness – a fact evidenced by (tone and terms of address aside) the keen fascination, near-wonderment, which she took in this strange woman seated across from her.

Eriko was beguiled by her soft, elegant Chinese features; riveted by the melodic singsong of her upper-class British accent – so superior (Eriko thought) to the flat Americanese with which she was forced to respond. The woman was worldly, wise. Sophisticated. She had seen so much, been so many places…

She was rich.

Eriko’s imagination could barely fathom that condition. What must that be like?

Just listening to her brought to Eriko’s mind a startling objectiveness about herself, about her own life: How narrow her world was. How limited. How… poor.

Major Emily went on talking.

Shortly before the final “ChiCom” takeover of her beloved Crown Colony, Emily and Mum and Daddy and their money had closed up shop and moved – first to Australia (“A perfectly dreadful place, dear – though, if you ask me, it suits those sodding Aussies to a ‘T’.”) – and then, finally, thankfully, a few years later, to London. There, Daddy’s new East-West Import/Export concern had thrived, Emily had gone to Cambridge, and then the war had begun.

And thenthey had askedher.

Her natural skills with the Chinese language and customs were only part of the reason.

Equally important was her keen, arithmetical mind, which birthed an uncanny problem-solving ability: a near-electric thought process that dumbfounded her instructors and filled her peers with respect and envy, spreading even to the legend of that she had turned an old junk cash register (“till”) into an encoding machine. Major Emily neither confirmed nor denied the veracity of that little tale.

Recruited into the Field Office of the “SIGs” after graduation, she had spent time in South East Asia (“Please – don’t ask, Luv.”), East Africa, India, Iran, western China (Sinkiang and a bit in Tibet); she had been a temporary intelligence liaison to the new provisional Russian government. Most recently, she had been trouping around in those benighted little “Stans” (Tajiki-, Kazakh-, Kyrgyz -, etc.) which fissured the Asian map, posing as a textiles buyer. She had a chest full of medals and a filing cabinet drawer full of commendations.

The woman related all of this as modestly as çapa escort her upbringing and simple love of facts would allow.

“So, what brings you here, ma’am?” Eriko inquired during a pause, desperate to hold up her end of the conversation – though as soon as she asked, she knew that she shouldn’t have.

“Now, hush, hush, doll,” Major Emily replied. “Icould tell you, but then… Well, you know the joke.”

But Major Emily hated the war, she really did. She missed London. She had been away too long. She missed the streets, the shopping, the restaurants… The auctions. But most of all, Major Emily thought, she missed her dear old Bentley – which Eriko (sweet child) assumed must be the name of her dog.

“Well, now,” Major Emily suddenly changed tack, “tell me a little something about yourself, darling.”

It was the question Eriko had been dreading.

AFTER TAKING HER pistol, the knife had vanished from her throat.

Eriko had remained frozen, her hands in plain view.

“Hello?” the English voice had sung from behind her… and slowly, very slowly, Eriko had turned around.

She was very pretty, that was Eriko’s first impression of her – Asiatic, probably Chinese. Thirty years old, maybe? Her black hair was cut rather short, falling just to the collar of her green fatigues.

She was smiling.

“Good morning,” the woman said cheerfully.

Eriko just stared at her, and at her own pistol which the woman held. The woman’s own weapon hung holstered on her hip. The fatigue design wasn’t American and there were no insignia on her which could tell Eriko who or what she was. But, then again, there was nothing on Eriko’s own uniform which might return the compliment.

“On your way in, or out?” the woman asked, re-sheathing her knife, but maintaining her grip on Eriko’s pistol.

Eriko blinked.

“What?” she asked with trepidation.

The woman nodded her head toward the western horizon.

“New Tokyo,” she clarified. “Going in – or out?”

Eriko didn’t want to answer. Training was telling her brain to go into POW mode – Name, Rank, Serial Number… But practicality overrode that: She wasn’t the one with the gun.

“Out,” she said finally, reluctantly.

“Heading for Seville?”

“What?”

“Seville.”

Eriko shook her head, uncomprehending.

The tall, pretty woman cocked her head to one side and looked at her quizzically.

“Are you alone up here?” she asked.

Eriko cast a glance back down the mountain.

“I am now…”

“So,” the English lady said, “someone sent you up this way.”

“Yes…”

“Then, you must be heading for Seville,” the woman concluded with flat certitude.

Eriko just blinked again: She had no idea what her captor was talking about. She said nothing.

“Well,” the woman continued, “if your friend sent you up this way, the he or she must already know the way. We’d just as well go on by ourselves, and let him or her catch up, don’t you think?”

Eriko just stared at her.

“After you,” the lady had said, gesturing up the slope with Eriko’s pistol, and Eriko had had no choice but to comply.

THE ASCENT HAD been steep, physically taxing not only on the legs, but also the hands which were often needed for support on the way up.

The sun, a blessing earlier, had become an affliction – too hot even way up here – bringing sweat to Eriko’s brow, and beneath her boots and clothing.

They had not spoken at all during the climb, the woman and the pistol maintaining a discreet distance behind Eriko all the way, and it was about an hour before the woman behind her suddenly said: “Here we are.”

Eriko stopped, breathing hard.

They had made the crest of the slope, not far from the top of the mountain.

Here we are, where? she wondered.

“Over there,” the woman waived Eriko’s pistol, and Eriko walked over to the slightly indented rock face.

The woman reached over Eriko’s shoulder from behind and pulled on a small outcropping of stone. There was a click, and the outcropping opened, hinging outward to reveal a numeric keypad – startlingly, ridiculously, incongruous with nature.

“The code, please,” the woman said.

Eriko froze for an instant, before jerking her head around to look the woman in the eyes – which she could see were perfectly serious.

She looked back to the keypad, which only offered a glowing red Zero.

The code?

How would she know-

Then she stopped, staring at the keypad.

And it all came back to her in a flood.

Of course…

It had been so long – but she suddenly remembered… It was as if half her brain were coming back to life.

Ofcourse…

Seville.

Code.

Access code.

Seville…

This was a Safe Haven…

Safe Haven Seville.

And that little conversation back down the mountain finally made sense.

“Having trouble, Dear?” the woman asked from behind her.

“No…” Eriko said in a tone of revelation, her eyes still on the keypad.

But, topkapı escort she would have to think for a moment.

The access code would be the date – today’s date – day/month/year, multiplied by the cube-root of the day, plus the square of the month, this sum then divided by the year. Plus one.

All right, then…

But, God, she would have traded her left boot for an electronic calculator right then.

“Oh,” the lady behind her said, “math not your thing? Here you are.” She handed Eriko a small pad and pen from one of her pockets.

“Thank you,” Eriko replied.

“Not at all.”

Within a minute or so, Eriko had the right figure and, praying she hadn’t forgotten to carry a One or something, tapped it into the pad. She pressed Enter.

Just to the left of the keypad, a four-foot diameter section of the rock face disappeared, rolling to the side with a pressurized hiss. There was a small tunnel behind it.

“Very good,” the woman complimented her. “Here you are.” She held out Eriko’s pistol to her. “Let me guess – you’re a DCA?”

Taking back the weapon, Eriko nodded.

“Thought so,” her new-found ally replied. “Sorry about all the fuss, but I couldn’t have me shooting me, now could I?”

SAFE HAVEN SEVILLE.

All Safe Havens were named after cities of the world, past or present. They came in a variety of shapes and sizes – attic rooms, broom closets, the little chamber behind the false panel in the wall, abandoned cars… Caves.

Safe Haven Seville was a cave – albeit a thoroughly modern one. Begun by nature, finished by the hand of man, it burrowed its way straight into the side of the rock near the summit of an anonymous mountain near the eastern edge of the Cascade Range, sealed from the outside world by the camouflaged hatchway which allowed no egress of detectable heat. The atmosphere inside was maintained by something called ‘passive re-circulation’ (submarine technology).

It contained food, water (chemically purified and protected from staleness), a small assortment of weapons and munitions, along with other assorted field gear. It had a sleeping chamber, complete with pneumatic mattress, toward the back, next to a partitioned water closet. The main area, the lion’s share of the cavern, had a low table with pneumatic cushions which sufficed as seats; a work-bench, a computer terminal on a small desk, and a well-stocked First Aid station. The whole lot was heated by a small chemical stove in the center of the main chamber, which kept the temperature inside (relatively) comfortable.

“WELL, now, tell me a little something about yourself, darling.”

Seated across the low table, Eriko’s eyes lowered a little. In the back of her mind, she had hoped the major would keep on talking forever – not least because (her genuine interest aside) the more she learned about this exotic woman, the more she realized that she had nothing to say, nothing to offer.

But, very quietly, Eriko told the major where she had grown up.

At the mention of the place, the older woman decorously averted her own eyes and nodded politely – exactly the reaction Eriko had expected.

Mountain Home, Idaho.

“I see…” Major Emily said, trying to sound blithe, interested; but Eriko knew that her side of the conversation had effectively ended: That was all the woman needed to know. That was Eriko’s life, her biography prior to the Service.

A rundown, decommissioned Air Force Base in the frozen Rockies, ill-famed as one of the filthiest, and most dangerous of the dozens of refugee camps which dotted the North American map.

Even now, so far away in space and time, that place often provided the setting for Eriko’s dreams… the smell, the low-hanging smoke of the cooking fires; the ceaseless, stuttering growl of the gasoline generators, competing with the mournful wails of the little babies and the hollow yelping of the skinny dogs… and in them, she was always hungry.

“Well,” said Major Emily after a pause, ending the awkward moment and graciously changing the subject. “I wonder if there’s anything to eat around here….”

Of course, all they found were field rations. Dry powdered and mixed with water from one of the cisterns, they were designed to keep a body alive, not to delight the palate. But, at least they were filling.

Over dinner, once again, Major Emily supplied most of the conversation.

She talked about the war.

And Eriko, deprived by her Deep Cover assignment of even a semblance of the truth about world events, leaned forward and hung on her every word.

The offensive in the Middle East had stalled along a line running from the Iranian plateau, west to Basra, and thence to the lower Jordan. The Combined Armies’ thrust into Arabia had been thrown back with grievous losses (“You know those macho grunts, Eriko Darling- always thinking with their balls.”), and ‘Abd-al-Krim – the “Mad Mullah of Muscat” – remained firmly ensconced in his fortress-city of Dubai.

On fındıkzade escort the Far Eastern Front, the news was a little better. Okinawa was still in the hands of the enemy – but Taiwan, miraculously, yet held out; had even managed to retake some ground with Anglo-American air and naval support. South Korea held on, its Northern cousin in no shape to take them on – and the Chinese were too busy elsewhere to help. The Vietnamese, having had a belly-full of Eastern Alliance bullying, had (de facto, if not de jure) joined up with the good guys, making a secret pact with the South East Asian Front. Luzon was firming. The Aussies were holding the line above New Guinea and the Solomons, while Indonesia remained quiet – which was how both sides seemed to prefer it. The Russians, though still reeling, had managed to stem the ceaseless, slaughtering assaults into their steppes.

Closer to home, the breach along the Rio Grande had been sealed, thanks to a newly-promoted general named De Cartagena, who had taken over command of the combined US-Mexican forces; “Whilst up north, you Yanks and your Canadian cousins continue to hold the fort against the Occupied West Coast,” the lady concluded, ending her whirlwind tour of the planet.

It was a lot for Eriko to take in, digest, and she was quiet for quite a bit.

“So,” Major Emily asked finally, in-between spoonfuls, “how’s life in the DCAs?”

Eriko quietly replied that it “sucked.”

“Hmm…” Major Emily replied, thoughtfully chewing her high-protein gruel, while Eriko sat and thought that the lady probably considered her irredeemably gauche for using such a plebeian term. Had Eriko been psychic, however, she would have realized that the Major’s Hmm… was a Hmm… of agreement. She would have further realized how dangerously close she was to receiving another well-informed monologue concerning the relative virtues of the various branches of the Allied secret services.

In fact, Major Emily had just opened her mouth to speak when the hatchway leading to the outside world hissed open, turning her attention from her dinner companion to the door. Her eyes lit up.

“Gabe!” she exclaimed. “So you’re the intrepid soul come to take our Eriko back to her home. Lord, Darling, you look like a drowned puppy… Or rat.”

Gabriel Tanner’s fatigues were soaked and filthy, his dark hair matted to his head; he was visibly cold – yet he took one look, and then looked as if he wanted to bolt back out into the great, wild beyond.

“Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ…” he said.

“Now, Gabe,” Major Emily cheerfully admonished him, wiping her mouth and standing up, “is that any way to say hello to an old lover?”

Major Emily walked up to stand before him and, smiling up at him, slapped him hard across his cold, dirty face.

“There,” Major Emily said. “That’s better.”

“Fair enough,” Tanner replied morosely, tossing his submachinegun onto the computer table. “Just one thing… Don’t call me ‘Gabe.'”

THE SMALL GIRL hidden under the desk with the chair pulled in heard sounds from outside in the hallway. She crouched lower behind her chair and listened. Her name was Rei.

“Hey!” Rei heard a man call out from behind her door. She huddled deeper in on herself beneath the desk. “Come here, girl!”

There was silence for a moment, as if the voice was waiting for the unseen girl to obey.

“That’s better -” the man’s voice began…

Then he cried out – short, sharp, painfully. Something heavy landed on the hallway floor with a dead thud.

Then the door burst open.

“Aiko!” a girl’s voice called out. “Aiko!”

Terrified, Rei cowered even deeper in the alcove of her desk. But through her fear, Rei thought she recognized the voice… Could it be..?

“Aiko..?” the voice called out again. “Shit…”

Rei heard light footfalls cross the floor. A drawer clattered open. Rei heard rummaging. Slowly, the frightened girl leaned forward slightly, hoping for a peek – but her balance slipped and, to avoid falling, she was forced to grab the seat of the chair. There was a tiny squeak as the chair shifted slightly on the floor. Rei cowered back, her hand going up to her mouth, her eyes wide.

The room was silent for a moment. Rei sat frozen, balled up under the desk, hardly daring to breath, listening…

The chair was suddenly, violently ripped from under the desk, exposing Rei to plain view.

The girl cried out in shock, looking up to see the little black hole of a gun pointed right at her head.

“No!” Rei covered her face with her hands, her eyes tight-shut. “Don’t!”

“Rei?”

Rei heard her own name. But she didn’t move; she kept her face behind the tiny, futile shield of her shaking hands.

“Rei-” she heard again. Then someone grabbed her arms and pulled her up and out of the alcove. Hands gripped her shoulders, shaking her. “Rei!”

Rei opened her eyes.

She instantly recognized the pretty face.

“Minako?”

Minako let go of her.

Rei stared at the gun the older girl held, shaking, trying to imagine where in the world the older girl could have gotten such a thing.

“Rei,” Minako said, “where’s Aiko?”

The younger girl’s eyes left the gun and she looked back up at Minako’s face.

“W…what?”

“Aiko,” Minako repeated firmly. “Have you seen Aiko?”

Adventures of a Super Heroine

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“Stop right where you are you Cum-Guzzling Super-Slut!”

K-Leigh stormed through the warehouse doors, dildos blazing. The super-heroine was wearing the trademark flame-red mask that would protect her identity and the extra-long cape that matched. Today she had chosen to cover her shaved pussy with the smallest white g-string she had, the matching bikini that barely restrained her oversized globes featured small red K’s that marked the location of her nipples.

All activity in the super-villain lab stopped and a woman dressed in a black leather corset, matching garters and stockings whirred around, her aristocratic features crumbling into a wicked scowl as her red hair began to sizzle. She had wicked red curls that tumbled over her shoulders and matched the electric spark of her bush. The woman reached for her whip and cackled, the sound shooting through the air like lightening as she glared at her arch-enemy, “Says who? You? You good for nothing Cock-Juggling Thunder-Cunt!”

K-Leigh launched a barrage of dildo-cum-blasts from her vibrating weapons, hurling insults as she crossed the brushed-concrete floor to her opponent. Lady Lectra darted the cum-blasts with ease, her sinful smile never leaving her face as the super-heroine walked straight into her trap.

K-Leigh halted not ten feet in front of her enemy, twirling the dildos expertly in her hands as she cocked a grin at the evil seductress, “Your sexual fantasy days are over Lectra. I have come to stop you from filling the world with sex-crazed ogres and horny hoes!”

Lady Lectra flicked her wicked whip, sparks of electricity dancing off the tip as she smiled, blood-red tongue darting out between perfect teeth, “You think I would let you into my secret evil lab if I didn’t want you here K-Leigh? You’ve walked into a trap you foolish slut!”

Sirens blared and Lectra swung her weapon, electricity arcing off the tip like lightening as the super-sexy-villain’s minions stormed the super-heroine. Her sizzling cackle could be heard among the sounds of endless cum-blasts and dildo-smacks, the latex-clad minions falling by the dozen under the capable defense of K-Leigh. The petite woman whirled around to find yet more minions coming for her, but before she could release yet another barrage of unrelenting hero-cum, a shock tingled down her back.

Lectra’s whip was attached to the super-heroine by vile barbs, the electricity stunning the blonde-haired beauty into releasing her rubber weapons as her body convulsed and confusion crossed her face. Lectra waited until her minions had successfully restrained the trembling woman before swishing the whip away and approaching her foe.

K-Leigh jerked against the restraining hands of many minions, snarling as the evil seductress approached, her red curls seeming to mimic electric currents as they sizzled with the woman’s excitement. Lady Lectra curled her painted claws under the struggling heroine’s chin, raising her head so that the clear, blue eyes of good met the sinister dark ones of evil.

K-Leigh’s voice was firm and betrayed none of her inner terror, “I will never cum for you Lady Lectra! You will never win!”

Lectra raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow, smirking as she looked over the head of the young Super-heroine and saw that the restraints were properly set up. She grabbed the woman’s pony-tail and yanked her to her feet, dragging her toward the giant metal X that had been constructed just for her.

She threw the woman, whose blue eyes were wide when she saw the assortment of sex toys placed on the table near the X, toward the masterpiece of engineering. “No? Oh K-Leigh, by the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging me to let you cum!”

K-Leigh fought against the latex-covered hands that tugged at her, trying to pull away from them even as they latched restraints onto her arms and legs, effectively pinning her to the cold metal X that would permit every inch of her body to be violated. “You can’t do this Lectra! You won’t get away with this!”

Lectra stepped over to the table and fondled a pair of vibrating eggs, rolling the smooth metal toys around in her palm like a pair of balls as she licked her ruby-red lips, “Oh, but I will. You see K-Leigh; you weren’t given the location of this lab by accident.”

The minions finished lashing the super-heroine to the X, completing the job with a Velcro belt around her stomach. Completely immobilized, K-Leigh simply glared at her captor, mentally preparing herself for what she knew was going to be a long, stimulating session of erotic torture. She swore to herself that Lectra would face the wrath of her firing dildos when she got out of this mess.

Lectra cradled the eggs in her hand as she approached her victim, her dark eyes glowing with sensual power as she ran a hand down the smooth, toned body of her arch-rival. Looking into the woman’s eyes as she trailed her fingers down toward her barely concealed pussy, she smiled, “Have you ever had a vibrator in your ass before K-Leigh?”

The super-heroine trembled, her mind instantly aksaray escort imagining the feeling of vibrations as they passed through the extra-sensitive flesh of her anal passage. She narrowed her eyes, refusing to dignify her abuser with a response. She felt Lectra’s talon-tipped fingers dip beneath her g-string, the pad of one of them gliding over her sensitive bud on its way to her snatch. K-Leigh had to bite back a moan as her enemy’s finger slid easily into her vagina, its path lubed by her own juices.

Lady Lectra smiled then, slowly pumping her finger in and out of the wet center of her rival, “Oh, K-Leigh… I always imagined you’d be harder to win over… tut tut.”

Slipping her fingers out of the slippery passage, Lectra quickly replaced them with both of the eggs, slipping one metallic vibrator then the other into her enemy and pushing them deeper with her fingers. Lectra left the controllers dangling out of her pussy crudely. The large bikini-covered globes in front of Lectra’s face began to sway just a little as K-Leigh’s excitement grew. The super-sexy-villain rubbed the ripe bud of K-Leigh’s sex with one finger, pulling the lower egg out of her vagina with slow purpose. The woman’s pussy quivered as the egg fought against its clutching muscles, evacuating her snatch with an audible ‘plop’ before Lectra placed it at K-Leigh’s rear passage.

K-Leigh shuddered; forcing herself to relax as Lady Lectra firmly pushed the metallic egg, now moist from her own natural lubricant, into her ass. The feeling of her sphincter stretching to accommodate the 1 ½ inch girth was extraordinary – painful and delightful at the same time. The Super-Heroine’s face reddened beautifully as the widest part of the egg passed her sphincter and her ass literally sucked the egg into its depths.

Lectra smiled, standing back to observe the beautiful creature before her for a moment. She nodded to one of the three minions who was standing behind the X, and the anonymous being reached its latex-covered hands forward and flipped both of the eggs on high.

“Ahhhhh…..” K-Leigh arched her back, tugging against the restraints as the first waves of pleasure washed through her.

She wasn’t ready to orgasm just yet, but the vibrations in her pussy and ass were forcing her muscles to clench and spasm in gluttonous joy. Calling upon her super-reserves of strength she inhaled deeply and stilled her quivering body, separating her mind from the pleasure her body was enduring. They had taught her that, the other super-heroes and heroines, taught her to shut her mind off from physical pleasure so that she wouldn’t achieve orgasm. The female orgasm is, after all, 90% mental.

Lady Lectra saw her shut down and picked up the first of the many tools she planned to use on the super-heroine — a miniature cattle prod.

Lectra’s minions had been hard at work on a number of versatile Electro-sex products over the past year, and they were about ready to launch them on the world. All they needed was a test subject…

Zzzzappp! K-Leigh was jerked out of her trance by the sharp sting of electricity on her inner thigh; she opened her eyes wide and watched with horror as Lectra directed the miniature cattle prod to her other thigh, zapping her smooth, tanned skin just above the sensitive inside of her knee.

Lectra’s voice tugged at her consciousness, “Come back to earth, little one. I’m not ready for you to get lost in headspace just yet…”

K-Leigh shook her head, refusing to give in to the incessant vibrations in her loins. She tried her hardest to melt away, mentally of course, but every time she got close to separating her mind from her body Lectra would zap a new piece of flesh, startling her out of concentration as the currents provided both pain and pleasure.

When she was satisfied that the cattle prod worked, Lectra headed back to her table, choosing another toy to use on her victim. K-Leigh felt plastic hands tugging at her bikini and gasped as the cold air hit her naked breasts, instantly causing her nipples to harden.

Lectra smiled at the woman, moving forward to grab her luscious tits with one hand, “After I put these nipple clamps on you, we’re going to see how much electricity these titties can handle. Then I think we’ll borrow your Dildos…”

K-Leigh’s eyes grew wide; her dildo-guns were loaded with the most potent hero-cum available. Her partner, Mega Lance, had donated the ammunition for K-Leigh’s attack on Lectra, and his semen was guaranteed to make a woman orgasm, over and over again.

The sharp little teeth of the first clamp bit into the tender bud of K-Leigh’s right tit, drawing a small cry from the woman as Lectra cruelly tugged and twisted it. Satisfied that the clamp was secure, Lectra moved on to the second breast, scraping the biting teeth of the clamp over the soft flesh around the nipple to further heighten its arousal.

Lectra attached the second clamp with less aplomb, tugging the lead wires that dangled from each clamp before fatih escort plugging them into the power box. She fingered the dial slowly, running her free hand down her own body to her sparking loins. As she plunged her fingers into the red curls, searching for her own pleasure center, she rolled the controls up to 2.

K-Leigh’s breasts tingled, the shock wasn’t quite as severe as the one Lady Lectra’s whip delivered, but on her sensitive buds the electricity felt like needles and tongues all at once. The erotic sense of pain and pleasure blending had her stomach spasming in response. K-Leigh fixed her eyes on her torturer.

Lectra’s fingers were plunging in and out of her snatch, glistening with her wetness as she fingered the dials and imagined exactly how her victim would respond to twice the amount of power. Quickly she torqued the controls, ratcheting the amps up to double the original stimulating value. K-Leigh’s eyes rolled back into her head, her chest arching up and out, the Velcro belt biting into her stomach as the painful pleasure intensified.

It was too much. K-Leigh’s head was thrown back, her teeth biting into her lip, ready to draw blood as the electric shock travelled straight through her body. Her nipples were tingling, burning, aching to be touched by something more tangible. Her pussy and ass clenched at the vibrators, her tender flesh became over-sensitive as she neared her peak. She closed her eyes, arching her back in an unconscious attempt to avoid the ceaseless flow of energy into her body.

Lady Lectra was busy frigging her own cunt, her dark eyes glistening as she watched the pain turn to torturous pleasure in an instant. K-Leigh’s thighs began to tremble, her body tightening on the brink of a powerful orgasm, and Lectra nodded to her minions.

The eggs and clamps were yanked off her body so fast K-Leigh cried out for them. The sudden absence of stimulation was a complete let-down and her body shuddered on the edge of what might have been the most powerful orgasm she’d ever suffered. Her blue eyes flashed open, pleading with Lady Lectra as the villain frigged herself to the end, cumming in impassioned cries that were over-exaggerated for her frustrated audience. The Super-Heroine watched with pain-filled eyes as her enemy exploded over her own hand, enjoying the pleasure she had just denied her captive.

Lectra sagged back against the toy table, her own muscles clenching at her fingers in the aftermath as she took in the sight of her deprived victim.

K-Leigh’s mouth was open and rounded, ready to beg her for orgasm, but the Heroine’s eyes were still bright. Her mind as yet unclouded by the pleasure so that her pleas for release remained unspoken.

“Are you ready to give in my little hero?”

K-Leigh glared at her captor, her beautiful face marred by a scowl as she fought against her body, “I told you Lectra, I will never cum for you. I will never beg to cum for you. I will never give in.”

The red-head nodded to a few of the minions in her horde, cracking the beginnings of a smile as they came forward with a new invention. K-Leigh’s eyes followed her gaze, horror filling them as she realized exactly what Lady Lectra had in store for her.

The Minions were carrying a strap-on rig. Made out of black-leather with a satin lining to prevent chafing, the crown jewel of the device was the brilliantly blue dildo standing up proud and tall in the center. Lectra smiled and stood up, permitting her minions to strap the contraption onto her as she smiled at her prisoner.

“Do you recognize this K-Leigh? You should, you brought it with you.”

K-Leigh gulped, her body responding to the sight of the ten-inch rubber dick with a tingle of excitement. Mentally, she was terrified! Her dildo guns were weapons of mass-pleasure, guaranteed to cause pain and ecstasy simultaneously. Guaranteed to make the person on the wrong end of them beg for orgasm.

As her vixen enemy tightened the straps on her new-made contraption, K-Leigh opened her mouth to beg. For it, or to not have it… she wasn’t sure. “Please….”

Lectra admired the device strapped to her groin, stroking the smooth rubber length with a hand as she strolled seductively toward her quarry. She rubbed the blue tip along K-Leigh’s slit, moisture glistening on the rubber as she spread her own legs and prepared for entry. K-Leigh’s stomach muscles were quivering in anticipation of the dildo, her blue eyes — the exact same color as the dildo- glued to Lectra’s fiery red crotch and the organ springing from it.

With one solid thrust, Lectra penetrated the Super-heroine to the hilt. The cold rubber parting the hot, wet folds of K-Leigh’s pussy with intense friction and speed; bringing an outraged cry that quickly turned to moan to the lips of the woman. Lectra pumped fast and hard, her eyes glued to her slave’s face as she rocked the woman’s body with the thick weapon.

Something was wrong. K-Leigh knew it the moment her loins were pierced by her dildo gun. Those weapons eyüp escort were meant to bring immediate, overwhelming orgasm and she sure as hell wasn’t orgasming. Instead, her body ached with incomplete pleasure. She was balancing on that precarious cliff right before orgasm, her mind and body being driven mad with want for release, but she was unable to get past that point. She couldn’t orgasm.

Her blue eyes flew wide to look down into the face of her smiling enemy. K-Leigh groaned as the dildo scraped her G-Spot, desire zinging through her as she fought against the overwhelming desire to beg for release. Lectra was smiling, her painted nails digging into the luscious tits of her arch-rival as she thrust her hips. Seeing realization and need cross her enemy’s face she laughed.

“Yes. I had it altered while we played. You see K-Leigh, I want you to beg for release. Beg me for an orgasm. And I know you will.”

K-Leigh shook her head, sagging against her bonds as the endless pounding continued. She lost count of the amount of times she opened her mouth to beg, only to bite her tongue and moan instead. Her body was ready to give in, the endorphins telling her that she needed release. She wasn’t ready to give in though. She couldn’t.

Lectra nodded to one of the minions behind the X-frame. Her eyes glinting with sexual fever as the second of K-Leigh’s dildo guns was brought forth, shimmering with lube. Her mouth curved up in an evil smile, her victim completely unaware of the imminent danger her bum was in. Lectra nodded once more and the minions began to thrust the device into the small back-passage of the Super Heroine.

K-Leigh cried out against the oversized intrusion. The minions were relentless and the moist blue tip of the dildo stretched her anal ring painfully, the dildos progression into her ass endless as Lectra pumped in and out of her pussy. K-Leigh was stretched beyond belief, twenty solid inches of orgasm-denying rubber penetrating her ass and pussy in rapid rhythm. It took the super-heroine a couple of moments to realize that the dildo in her ass had not been altered. It was still rigged to cause massive, overwhelming orgasm.

The competing forces of the orgasm-causing compounds and the orgasm-denying compounds wracked K-Leigh’s body with endless pleasure, forcing her to the painful brink of orgasm and keeping her there -poised and ready to burst, yet completely unable to.

Lectra was overwhelmed with the sensations of having her arch-enemy literally speared upon her own weapon. K-Leigh had foiled too many of her sexual fantasies, and now she was participating in the completion of one. Riding on the edge of her own orgasm, Lectra was too preoccupied with the sensations to hear the wailing sirens that had started ringing throughout her lab. She watched the sweet pink lips of the super-heroine part and round; the first sounds of a plea exit that sensual mouth.

K-Leigh’s mind went blank. Her mouth rounded to plead for orgasm, the super-heroine overcome with the need to cum. Before she could beg the dildos evacuated her holes and the deep, solid voice of her partner broke through her sexual reverie.

Lectra was yanked away from her prisoner by an angry force. Whirling around, the unarmed super-villain came face to cock with K-Leigh’s brawny partner, Mega Lance. Within seconds, the voluptuous redhead was bound in the super-strong lasso of the hero, her minions flattened by volumes of hero-cum, convulsing in painful orgasms that rendered them incapable of fighting back.

K-Leigh’s beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, her body still quivering with arousal. Mega Lance’s handsome jaw swam in her vision, concern evident in his chestnut eyes as he caressed his partner’s face.

“K-Leigh, K-Leigh baby… honey, can you stand?”

K-Leigh’s eyes slid down her partner’s toned body, the lycra suit that he wore molding perfectly to every muscle on his bulging body. It also molded perfectly to his long, thick cock, which stood straight out from his pelvis in an erotic display of masculinity.

The sight of her partner’s super-lance had K-Leigh writhing against her bonds, her eyes locking with his as the words she was about to say to Lectra ripped out of her throat in desperation.”Fuck me!”

Mega Lance stepped back, his cock bouncing a little as he looked at his depraved partner, his deep voice boomed around her mind, “K-Leigh…”

K-Leigh pulled at her bonds, her eyes bright and clear as she spread her legs as far apart as her bonds would let her, “Fuck me Mega Lance. I need to cum.”

Mega Lance took about half-a-second to think about it before he stepped forward and rammed his thick meat, lycra-covered and all, straight into the dripping slit of his partner. Her soft, moist folds enveloped him and both of them groaned as his shaft penetrated her deeper than she’d ever been penetrated.

Mega Lance’s rhythm was fast and hard, he’d always imagined what it would be like to have his lovely partner’s pussy encase his super-hard rod. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Tight, she was very tight, and the moment he entered her she’d begun to orgasm around him, her velvet flesh spasming around his too-large cock as she cried out, her fingers curling in thin air, making the motions of scraping down his back in super-orgasmic pleasure.