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A Drow’s Dilemma Ep. 18: Parting Ways

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Author’s Note:

A Drow’s Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, ‘reverse’ rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future.

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Episode Eighteen: Parting Ways

Selene’s irritable grousing from outside the tent in which he, Ashyr, and Carlotta had been pleasuring each other immediately shot Caleldir back to full awareness, including a sudden reemergence of his guilt. Selene generally had that kind of effect on him. He sat up a little too quickly, and, after magicking off the various fluids that had made their way on to his body, dressed with unbelievable rapidity, using telekinesis to warp his clothing and armor onto his body almost instantly. In his excessive hurry though, he put half of it on wrong, and he made for a rather ridiculous and uncomfortable sight as he exited the tent. He gave Selene an apologetic shrug. He felt rather awkward about the fact that they had basically had an orgy to which she had not been invited. Somehow, if she was anything like her cousin, he knew that that probably irked her to a massive extent. Not to mention it made him look like something of a hypocrite manwhore, which is really not how he wanted his rapist to view him. It was only then that he realized that he was still in fae form, and hurriedly extinguished his figurative glow. Oops.

Selene could not miss Caleldir’s fae appearance. It drew away any attention she might have paid to his incorrectly donned outfit. The first expression that crossed her face was not relief that he finally exited the tent, nor was it arousal or fascination at his unnatural look. It was fear. His ghostly form had terrified her the night before. That, and the way he so casually killed himself just so a couple orcs could confer with their sister (who they were going to resurrect soon anyway.) Even after all she’d seen, that had been a little too much to handle. She thought she realized just how dangerous the creature she’d literally and figuratively fucked with really was. Even if she managed to kill him, he would have ended her.

With how self-conscious Caleldir was, he did not at first notice Selene’s true emotional state. His first instinct was to assume that she was disgusted with him, or maybe just angry. Then, as he stifled his fae aura, the truth dawned on him. That was fear on her face, and he was fairly confident that he knew why. His own emotional reaction to her fear was rather mixed. On one hand, it was rather gratifying. This was his chance for revenge on her for how they had met and… everything that she had done. On the other hand, he sort of liked her more when she was so dominantly sexual. Wait… No! That could not have been it! No, the other reason had to be because he was trying to make friends with her, and her obvious fear hurt him a bit. Yes, that had to be it… The idea that he preferred the version of Selene that would take him whether he liked or not was some sort of weird enchantment that he was suffering under. Even though he was immune to enchantments. Torn as he was, Caleldir only shrugged and smiled self-consciously at Selene.

Meanwhile, the orcs didn’t seem to care about Caleldir’s exit from the tent, or the exchange of emotions between him and the unfriendly drow. They were in the process of packing up their tents and getting ready to leave.

Ashyr and Carlotta ducked out of the tent a minute or two later. With each other’s help, they were able to get dressed quickly. Ashyr’s eyes fell first on Selene. She knew her cousin. The poor fool was scared of Cal. She briefly considered trying to calm the other drow down. Then she decided she still felt rather vindictive about the whole raping Caleldir thing. Let the stupid woman be afraid. Ashyr then turned to Caleldir to begin adjusting his clothes, which he assisted in doing with a sheepish look. This done, Ashyr patted him on the chest fondly. Then she brushed a soft kiss against his jaw and turned to join the orcs in the breaking on the camp.

Caleldir wanted to help with the breakdown, but he had something to do first. He sat next to Selene just within a comfortable arm’s reach. He smiled awkwardly at her. “So… I am afraid that we have got off on something of a wrong foot these last few times that we have met.” He extended his hand. “Perhaps we can start again with a clean slate, and let bygones be bygones?”

Selene’s eyes narrowed. Such a speech given by another drow could not be trusted. She was used to dealing with her kind, but not at all with his. She very suspiciously, very hesitatingly took the pale man’s hand. “Alright…” She said, though even to Caleldir kadıköy escort it was clear from her voice that she didn’t quite believe him.

Off to the side, Ashyr laughed at her cousin. Though, to be fair, Ashyr treated everyone the same way back when she first joined the troupe.

After this awkward experience with Selene, Caleldir threw himself into helping take down the camp with enthusiasm. The more he practiced his telekinetic skills (which were probably related to his ghostly nature, now that he thought about it) the better he got at them. And so, he took down tents and packed gear from halfway across the camp, with only a very few unfortunate mishaps (such as that bedroll that smacked Carlotta in the back) but none of them involved Selene (who was the only one not helping), as he was very careful not to do anything that she could construe as a threat. She would almost certainly still find something to distrust, though. Most of the gear went into one giant pack that could only go on Orag’s back. Some of it actually belonged to Selene and Ashyr: two of the bedrolls and a few of the blankets went into their packs.

At last, the camp was packed up, and the two groups went their separate ways. The orcs parted with the rest of the group on surprisingly good terms, considering how they initially met the drow. Ashyr and Zarag worked out how they were going to contact each other if they needed one another’s help. He also gave her directions to a mountain outpost she could visit if she needed to get into what passed as a city. It was really just several hundred closely-situated huts and caves for the orcs and various other people who called the mountains to the north home. According to him, anyone who felt like living the simpler life of a mercenary was welcomed there. He warned that it was a violent place, but that he was sure someone of her caliber would do just fine. Then he made a joke about flying drow, and she gave him an arrogant smirk in response.

Finally, it was just the four of them (five, counting Bard). Selene and Carlotta walked behind Ashyr and Cal. The younger drow traveled in complete silence aside from the sound of her footsteps. It soon became clear that Selene was no woodswoman. Even just walking she made a ton of noise. Combined with Carlotta and Caleldir, the forest seemed a cacophony to Ashyr. She watched Bard sprint across their path happily, then dive back into the brush again, but even all the activity was quieter than her female companions.

“So…” Caleldir asked when they were out of the orc’s hearing. “I assume we are going back to Carlotta’s hometown to resupply? We should discuss where to go after that.” He took a deep breath. “I think that it would be good to head back to my hometown; as I mentioned to Ashyr, there are some artifacts there that I can get a hold of that would make retaking the Duskhaven Estate far easier.”

“Your hometown? Not that I object or anything– I just thought– well, that there wasn’t much worth visiting anymore.” She finished lamely.

“Well,” Caleldir began. “About that… Eh… I will tell you later.” He seemed to be deep in thought. His tread was normally unnaturally quiet, but at the moment he had a tendency to not notice things and bump into them. If he was not immune to such injury, he likely would have been the next thing to dead from all the scratches and bruises he received blundering into things that he should have noticed.

“I know I would like to go back home.” Carlotta spoke up. Then she seemed to hesitate, and continued in a quieter tone. “I- I don’t think I will be going with you after that.” The human sighed. Ashyr glanced back at her to see a conflicted look cross her freckled face. “I’ll only slow you down. I don’t think I can handle this much adventure quite yet.” She gave Ashyr a rueful smirk.

“You do what you like Lotta, but… that’s probably a good idea.” Ashyr said in a comforting tone. The redhead wasn’t sturdy and vicious like the other two women in the group.

“That may be for the best.” Caleldir agreed. “Loathe as I am to part ways with you, if you joined on our trip you would not come back unchanged. I would keep you alive. Now that I have access to a spellcaster of some talent, I can use my until now useless knowledge to make death a near impossibility…” He shook his head. “But no matter. It would be incredibly unpleasant for you, and you have no personal stake in the mission. You really would be far better off at home.” He turned to Selene. “By the way, I need your help with that, as well as some other things. I hope that you are as skilled as your cousin has implied; for if you are, I have knowledge that can make you powerful indeed. Sadly, I cannot use it myself.”

Selene stopped looking quite so suspicious. Instead, she looked arrogant. “I think you’ll find my magical abilities adequate.” She said with false humility. There was also an eagerness in her wicked red eyes. That had been how Ashyr convinced her to come with them florya escort in the first place; Caleldir had knowledge that Selene would likely go to great lengths to obtain.

Ashyr rolled her eyes so hard that it was almost audible. The sigh that accompanied that expression was most definitely audible. “Calm yourself, cousin.” She said. “You never know what might happen if you don’t behave.” There was menace at the edges of Ashyr’s tone. She turned for a moment to see the look on her cousin’s face. Mostly, Selene looked annoyed. Carlotta, however, seemed uncomfortable with the exchange.

Taking a deep breath, Caleldir gave each of the three a long look. “Ashyr is already aware of part of my story, but as for the other two of you…” He told them everything that he had told Ashyr: of his mysterious origins, and what he later learned of them, and of the curse on his home and his long sleep. “And that is what Ashyr knows.” He finished. “But the monastery is still there, and the monks kept an incredible hoard of treasure, lore, weapons, and magical artifacts within. When I awoke, I naturally returned to the monastery to try to remove some of the more accessible ones. But, though I had broken the curse enough to enter and leave at will, I was still prevented from taking anything within its walls. But you, Ashyr and Selene, can. With my knowledge born of the curse, and your ability to ignore it, we will be able to sneak past the eternal guardians and loot the incalculable riches of Mobili Atria Aeternitatis: The Shifting Halls of Eternity!”

Caleldir observed the three women’s reactions. Selene went back to looking suspicious, and quite concerned when he mentioned the name of the place they were to travel to. Ashyr’s looked a little too excited. Carlotta was simply thoughtful. He expected it all. But he still needed to address them. He first turned to the redheaded human. “Carlotta, I ask that you please keep this information to yourself. I would rather this information did not spread; the true nature of my existence is considered to be something of an abomination against the gods – and therefore not something I like to advertise – and also because I would prefer that word not reach the Underdark.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Carlotta assured him. Her expression was honest, her words true. Unless she was tortured she would not share Cal’s secret with anyone.

Turning to Ashyr, Caleldir smiled for a moment, but then looked stern. “Whatever riches you are imagining, they do not even approach describing what Mobili Atria Aeternitatis holds. Not even close. But we must be very careful about what we take. There is a curse, after all, and a lot of what is there is too dangerous to take. So never loot anything that I have not approved, or we may run afoul of some pretty terrible things.” He watched Ashyr nod in acceptance. Then he sighed as he turned to Selene. “That warning goes triple for you. No matter how powerful you are, there are things in that monastery that can squash you like a bug.”

“I know.” Selene said seriously. “The Mobili Atria Aeternitatis is a place notorious enough to reach some obscure texts I’ve encountered in the Underdark. The riches there are great, of that I have no doubt. Retrieving them will be a hard-fought slew of battles.” Her words were concerned overall, but there was a tick of greedy excitement that she couldn’t quite hide when she mentioned riches.

For her part, Ashyr kind of wished that Selene didn’t have to know anything about Caleldir. Ashyr cast a searching look over to her cousin. The other drow seemed thoughtful. Surely she wouldn’t betray them yet. Not after knowing what she and Cal had to offer.

“I see your look, cousin.” Selene said with her common irritable tone. “When have I betrayed you?” She watched Ashyr give her a level look. “Okay, that doesn’t count. I thought you betrayed our whole family.” Ashyr’s level look did not fade. “I apologise, alright? I won’t be the first to betray you — Lolth, you don’t have to look at me like that!”

Ashyr turned back away from Selene, and hid a smile.

After that, the party was silent as they traveled. Eventually, though, Caleldir looked at the sun, falling lower in the sky. “So, when should we make camp?” He asked.

Ashyr followed his gaze with her arm to shield her eyes. “I’ll find somewhere to camp. Play nice, you three.” She told them. Then she jogged off into the forest.

Caleldir gave his two companions an odd look. They were a rather strange group; the only thing they all had in common is that they all had had sex with Ashyr, and still harbored feelings of some description for her. Heh. In a way, they could be thought of as being three members of Ashyr’s harem. How large said harem was was anyone’s guess. This was both an amusing and distressing thought for Caleldir. At least he could console himself with the thought that, at least for now, Ashyr preferred him to the others.

About a half hour later, the ranger came jogging back to the escort mecidiyeköy group and broke the awkward silence between them. A slightly tired-looking Bard was at her heels. “Follow me.” She told them succinctly. The drow ranger led them to a well-sheltered spot with not-so-rocky ground to sleep on. As soon as she reached the spot, she dropped her pack on the ground. Selene did so as well. Carlotta sat heavily against the tree, looking more exhausted than the rest of them. She grumbled under her breath about her short legs. The campsite was not much, but it was something.

Caleldir drew his sword. “I am going to go enchant some poor animal into letting me turn them into dinner. Not very sporting, I know, but it is effective. If one of you could get a fire going, we can have ourselves a nice little camp. We can discuss sleeping arrangements later. I am sure that conversation will be as fun as it ever is.”

“Oh, come on. That’s a not fun way to hunt at all!” Ashyr responded. Actually, the drow looked like she really disapproved of this method. Naturally, someone who had taken a lifetime to learn how to trap and slaughter her own food would look down upon someone who would just flash a brilliant smile and have dinner a half hour later. “I’ll go-” But then she sighed. “No.” She decided with an drawn-out sigh like it was the hardest thing to do. “Never mind. You’ll be faster.”

“Well, I know it is the opposite of sporting. Frankly, I am rather ashamed of myself. Just enchanting dinner seems like such a cheat, and it really makes me feel like a scoundrel taking advantage of being fey to slaughter animals like that.” Caleldir sighed. “But, as you said, we do not have all the time in the world, and this is way faster.” He leapt up and began to stride into the forest.

“I’ll get some firewood. Maybe I can find some reagents out there.” Carlotta said. She heaved herself back to her feet.

“Bring Bard. If you get hurt by a bear or something, I’ll be very annoyed” Ashyr told her. Then the drow ranger waved her hand from Bard to Carlotta. “Go on, wolf.”

Then it was Selene and Ashyr in the camp. Both drow began clearing a spot to sleep. There was a bit of a… differing in opinion between them on who got to use what bedroll and blanket. In the end, Ashyr convinced Selene that it would be most efficient to simply put all of their resources together into one big bed. Then no one would be cold.

Soon, a merrily burning fire that was set up to cook whatever Caleldir found. The three women (Carlotta had returned well before Caleldir) worked together quickly to get things organized. Along with the firewood, Carlotta found a few large, edible roots that she thought would go well with dinner. Ashyr trusted the human’s judgement. Selene checked the roots for poison. Then the suspicious drow shrugged and declared that they seemed safe. Bard did not come back with Carlotta. Instead, Ashyr assumed that he went to find Caleldir. Whatever they were doing, Bard seemed to find it pretty exciting. Not enough to worry her, though.

Caleldir ended up being gone for a little over half an hour, and when he returned, he and Bard were, with great difficulty, dragging the body of a massive black bear. “Heh.” Caleldir said breathlessly. “Funny you should mention the thing about the bear earlier…” He and a very tired Bard dropped the corpse off. Caleldir collapsed into the bear. His armor and clothing were torn pretty fiercely, and Bard had some pretty obvious scratches. The wolf had been healed up, and Caleldir was unharmed, of course. “We ran into a bear pretty quickly. She was an angry girl, and able to shrug off my enchantment. Fortunately, she preferred attacking me to attacking Bard, and bears do not have cold iron teeth. So, we should have enough food for the entire trip home.”

Ashyr looked sort of… horrified. She’d felt a sort of mad excitement from her animal companion, but this was far more than she’d expected. “Um. Okay then…” She said. Ashyr herself had managed to take down quite a few bears in her lifetime. Their pelts sold well to the locals and her own people found them quite fascinating. But she was a skilled fighter. Bard and Caleldir were not. Hell, Bard could have died. Such was the danger of traveling in a forest. The drow ranger sighed, knelt, and gave her wolf an exuberant scratch with both her hands across his whole body, all the while telling him what a good wolf he was.

As for the other two women, Carlotta looked impressed, and Selene affected not to care.

“Do not worry about Bard.” He smiled. “He was safe with me. I have ways of focusing enemies’ attentions on me instead of my allies. Which is why it is very good that I can shrug off or heal most damage. Otherwise I would be very dead right now. The annoying creature just about ripped every one of my limbs off my body and into shreds. Apparently, I am still incompetent in a fight.”

“I, uh, I guess I’ll have to butcher this.” Ashyr said after she was done praising her companion. If it had taken both Cal and Bard so much effort to just drag the beast, it would be an enormous effort for her. But Caleldir stepped in to help. She skinned and gutted, and he proved to be good at the rest. Fairly quickly, he had all the useful cuts of meat laid out in a row on a layer of clean leaves, ready for cooking.

A Couple of Wishes Pt. 05

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All characters in this story that engage in any kind of sexual activity are consenting and over the age of 18. If you don’t enjoy stories where the characters end up with genitalia or a body that generally belong to the opposite sex and then enjoy using it, this probably isn’t for you. All characters are fictional, we just wish this could actually happen.

Day 5

Ash woke up a little earlier than usual. He slid one hand down his pajama pants and one up to his chest. Yup, still a woman. He got out of bed and quietly walked to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and slowly peeled his pajamas off. The woman in the mirror was no longer a stranger. She was him. Her body was familiar now, comfortable, he felt like he was in some way meant to look this way. He waved to himself.

He took a breath and thought, “Here goes… I wish I was man.” He looked at the mirror. This was the first time he had actually seen the change. It was a little disconcerting. It didn’t feel weird or painful, it felt more like his body was just moving rather than his very skeleton shifting as his hips slimmed and his shoulders got wider. He watched in awe as he changed back into a man. His dick and balls pushing out of his body as his vulva seemed to seal up and disappear.

This was the first time in five days he had been a man while at home. He paused, should he change back? Just to be sure he could? He wished he was a woman again and watched the change reverse. The weight of his breasts as they filled in was somehow reassuring. He cupped them for a moment before changing back into a man. He had yard work to do this morning and he wanted his manly body for that.

In the closet he threw on some boxers, an old work shirt, and some ratty pants. He padded downstairs and put on a pot of coffee before going outside to do some maintenance on the lawn and to haul the trash, compost, and recycling to the street. He waved at the next-door neighbor as they pulled in from working the nightshift. He loved how easily he moved things around, and how powerful being a man felt.

Back inside sipping his cup of coffee he thought about the benefits of being a man, and those of a woman. He couldn’t really put one over the other. Maybe the woman won in the orgasm and cute outfits departments but being a man made so many tasks easier. He started a pot of oatmeal and went upstairs to get ready for the workday.

Jessy came downstairs after Ash had finished his breakfast. She came up behind him sitting at the bar and wrapped her arms around him, “Hmm all those muscles are back,” she grabbed his pecs, “I miss your tits though.” She grinned, “It looks like the wish worked.”

She pulled down her pants showing that she had just her vulva. A moment later her cock started to grow. Ash watched her satisfaction as she grew it out and then made it go away again. Pulling up her pants she moved her hands to her shirt and pulled it up flashing him. “I don’t recall making and wishes regarding my breasts, but these seem much more perky this morning.” She raised an eyebrow. “Babe? Did you have something to do with this?”

Ash offered her a cup of coffee, “Well, I figured you gave me such a great rack, that I should return the favor and bring yours back to their glory days…” He smiled, “Were you wishing for a larger pair like mine?”

Jessy shook her head and took a sip of her coffee, “Nope. I like you having the biggest boobs and me having the biggest dick. Seems like that’s how it should be in a fantasy.”

Ash chuckled. “Ok hon, you win the biggest dick, I’ll keep my boobs.” He stood and made her a bowl of oatmeal. “What time are we going swimming this evening?”

Jessy took a few bites before responding. “Open lap swim starts at 4:30. If you want your own lane we should get there then. If it gets too busy, we can share, but for today you should probably have your own lane.”

Ash agreed and decided to get an early start on work so he could have plenty of time to get ready. A quick stop to change out of his yard clothes into jeans and a slim white button down and he was seated at his desk. The next few hours flew by, he had two video calls, no one mentioned the slack channel. Business as usual.

When lunch time rolled around, he stood up to stretch. Jessy had already made her way to the kitchen. He followed her to the kitchen and found her making tuna sandwiches.

She smiled, “I was going to bring you lunch, unless of course you need something else before we have lunch?”

Ash looked at her, “You mean like yesterday’s pre-lunch “break”?” Jessy nodded and stepped back, her dick already at half-mast and quite visible through her pants.

Jessy looked at Ash expectantly, “Not to pressure you, but… I’m kind of turned on, and you said you would…”

Ash looked at her dick and thought about it. He wasn’t really in the mood like yesterday. But he had said he’d give her head; he just hadn’t said when. He looked her in the escort fındıkzade eyes. She gave him a pleading look.

“Ok, pre-lunch head it is. Pull down your pants.”

“Right here?”

“Why not? It’s lunch time, having “lunch” in the kitchen just makes sense?”

Jessy pulled down her leggings, her cock flopping out, and standing out proudly. Ash got on his knees and pulled it into his mouth. The angle wasn’t quite right, he had to crane his neck down.

Ash picked Jessy up by the hips and seated her on the counter, she gave a little squeal as he did. Sliding her length back into his mouth he went to work. It wasn’t much different than when he was a woman. His hands were bigger, and he was able to wrap more of her cock in his hand. Her balls felt a little smaller in his larger hands and he used the extra grip to hold both easily and tease them while he sucked.

He worked his tongue around her glans testing the hole at the tip and sucking down any precum she produced. He started to bob up and down creating a tight seal as he did. Jessy’s dick didn’t seem quite as large in his mouth as it had previously, his mouth must be larger as a man.

Testing a thought that popped into his head, he pushed her deep, right to the edge of his throat. He gagged a little. He tried again, swallowing and was able to get the head into his throat, but it didn’t go very far. He swallowed repeatedly and then pulled her back out to get a breath and pumped her shaft while working on the head.

Jessy watched Ash as he worked. The view was a little different, she missed watching his breasts move as he worshiped her dick, but his mouth was still magic. When he deep throated her, she was a little surprised and almost came when he swallowed. She held on for a moment longer when he pulled back, wanting to see if he would try again. When he didn’t immediately try again, she put her hand on the back of his head and urged him to try again, applying gentle pressure. Ash got the message. Pushing his head forward until her dick met the back of his tongue, he swallowed the head of her cock and a little more slid into his throat. He kept pushing and swallowing, adding a hum as he stopped just short of the whole thing.

Jessy felt herself tense and her balls pull tight as she unloaded in his throat. Ash kept her there as he felt her shoot her load. He pulled back in time to catch the last squirt on this tongue. He swallowed and sat back on his heels. Jessy could see that he had enjoyed his part of the blow job by the hard on pressing outwards in his jeans.

“Babe?” she pointed at his dick? “Need help with that?”

Ash looked up at her, “Umm sure? You want me to go to the sofa, so you don’t have to kneel on the floor?”

“Nope just stand up and get your dick out.” She turned around and laid her chest on the counter presenting her vulva and balls to him. Ash got the message.

He stood and pulled down his jeans. Pointing his dick at her waiting pussy he shuffled forward and pushed inside her. The warm wet velvet of her vagina wrapped around his dick and he started thrusting. He didn’t focus on her pleasure as much as he usually did. She had just gotten off and was offering herself for his pleasure, he wanted to take full advantage.

Ash knew that this position wasn’t her favorite and that he couldn’t thrust too deeply without hitting her wall, his recent experience of her battering his cervix was fresh in his mind. He used shallow quick strokes Pushing his dick into the front wall of her vagina hoping to hit her g-spot.

Ash could hear Jessy’s cock slapping her leg as he thrust and grinned. He wrapped and arm around and started to stroke her shaft as he thrust. Jessy moaned at the dual sensations and tried to push back, meeting his thrusts.

A few moments went by, the only sounds were Ash’s occasional grunts of effort, the slapping of skin on skin, the fapping sounds of Ash working Jessy’s dick, and Jessy’s moans. Jessy felt her second orgasm coming. His hand working her cock and her full vagina caused her to explode for a second time in minutes, spraying cum onto the cabinet. Ash stopped pumping her dick as he felt her orgasm subside and returned his hand to her hip to get a better grip. He felt his own orgasm quickly approaching, he increased his speed.

Keeping his dick from going too deep, he groaned as he pumped his load into Jessy. Slowing and pushing deeper with each stroke. He finally stopped. His dick twitching, as deep in Jessy as it could go. He hugged Jessy from behind.

“Your right, that was a good pre-lunch break.” He could feel Jessy’s legs trembling. He pulled out, “Why don’t you go clean up, and I’ll clean the kitchen.”

Jessy mumbled, “Ok” still breathing hard. Ash pulled out and grabbed some paper towels.

Jessy took the offered paper towels, gave Ash a quick kiss and pulled up her panties and leggings so she could walk and shuffled to the powder room. escort maslak Ash stepped out of his pants and cleaned up Jessy’s issue. It took some work to find all the streams of cum but he finished quickly. He cleaned off his dick and balls with some wet paper towels and was about to step into his boxers when he stopped. Why stay a man for the rest of the workday? He was at home, with both wardrobes, he could do whatever he wanted, he could be whichever he wanted.

Five minutes later, Ash the woman brought the sandwiches into their home office. Wearing indigo leggings, a grey camisole, and the off-white button down he had been wearing earlier, sleeves rolled up, the top buttons open to just below his breasts showing some cleavage and making sure he didn’t break the buttons off his shirt. Adjusting his desk again he got to work.

An hour later he was invited to another video meeting starting immediately. He shook his head; it was a necessary evil when you couldn’t just grab a few people and talk in the office. But it seemed annoying to have folks just schedule a meeting while you were busy on something else. He crossed his fingers and opened the meeting. The other wishes had worked. Time to see if other people noticed he was a woman.

Video and mic on, he entered the meeting. Three men and one other woman were on the call. No one even blinked at his appearance. When he spoke, no one said anything about his voice or even seemed to notice. Everyone else seemed to just accept Ash as a woman. Ash was elated. Such a simple test and such a boring result. He was going to have to test this some other way.

The rest of the day flew by, no other meetings meant that he didn’t have additional distractions. Before he knew it, it was 4 pm and it was time for him to get ready to go to the pool with Jessy. He found that getting ready was much faster than he had assumed. Just a towel and his new bathing suit. He slipped on the thong sandals and waited for Jessy to come downstairs.

Jessy finished up her last email and signed out. She didn’t need to collect anything; it was all in her pool bag. She grabbed it and headed for the garage. Ash was waiting in the car. She glanced over at him. He looked a little nervous.

She didn’t think it was about swimming, he was a good swimmer, it was probably about going out somewhere for the first time as a woman. There were definitely people at the community pool they knew, maybe even some of their friends. Jessy placed her hand on Ash’s and squeezed. She smiled at him and gave him a reassuring look.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed and they were in the parking lot getting out of the car. Ash hesitated before opening the door. He took a deep breath and then followed Jessy. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

Inside they were greeted by the same little girl as yesterday. She beamed at them, “Mrs. and Mrs. Renee! I did my first swimming lesson! I was the best in the class!” Jessy stopped to ask about her lesson, Ash almost bumped into her. Mrs. And Mrs. Renee? Had he heard her wrong? The girl’s mother came up behind her and greeted them. “Hi Jessy, Ashley. How are you ladies doing without the kiddos? Jealous they are getting to tour Europe without you?”

Ash was quiet, Jessy looked at him and responded they were jealous, but that the kids were having a great time and the quiet around the house was a nice change of pace. Ash was still processing everything; they hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t a man. He’d be called Mrs., and a lady in the space of two minutes. He finally chimed in with something lame about not having to cook for the kids before they said their goodbyes and headed for the locker room.

Ash was so distracted that he made the turn for the men’s room and only stopped, hand on the door, when Jessy called his name and motioned to him towards the women’s room. Ash pulled his hand off the door and quickly followed Jessy to the women’s locker room. Jessy giggled at him as she held the door,

“That was a bit close Mrs. Renee…” Jessy gave him a little slap on the ass.

Ash wasn’t sure what he had expected from the locker room, maybe women in various stages of undress. It looked a lot like the men’s locker room. The only difference was that there were more stalls, and dividers had been installed between the shower heads to give a little more privacy. It was empty at the moment and Jessy went right to a locker and started removing her clothes. Ash imitated her, choosing the locker next to Jessy and removing his clothing. He felt exposed after removing his leggings and cami. He quickly stripped out of his underwear and pulled up his blue and green one-piece. He made sure to pull the suit out of his butt crack and make sure that his lady bits were well covered. Jessy had watched him act like a teenaged girl, dressing quickly and hiding his body so no one would see him naked.

Jessy smiled at him and escort topkapı held out a towel and her extra goggles. “Babe, stop worrying. You saw what happened with Andrea, she has known you for years, she didn’t even bat an eye and called you by name.” She winked, “Besides, with boobs like that, how many people are actually going to look you in the eye?” Jessy grabbed her bag walked to the pool.

Thirty minutes later, Ash was doing a slow back stroke in the pool. He had been ok for the first fifteen minutes but had slowed down after that. Jessy was still moving at a steady pace, up and down the lane, stopping only to check her watch and add a swim buoy. He sighed. He needed to do this at least twice a week, he wanted to be able to keep up with Jessy, and as a woman, he just couldn’t.

Ash marveled at how much more buoyant he was as a woman. He was sure it had to do with the extra body fat, but he had never been able to stay this stable in a back stroke in his male body. He loved the feeling of floating this way. It probably wasn’t worth the trade off in strength and stamina he had as a man but it was much more relaxing than fighting to stay afloat.

As he swam slowly, he noticed a teenage boy sitting on the side of the pool. The boy seemed to be watching him. As he swam the boy tracked his movements and would flick his eyes away any time there was a loud noise at the dive well. Ash was now sure he was watching him. He slowly swam to the end of the pool and pulled himself out. He got out of the pool and walked over to their towels. When he turned around the boy quickly looked away. Ash sat on a bench to watch Jessy swim. The boy started stealing glances each time he thought Ash wasn’t looking.

Ash was feeling more than a little uncomfortable. He was now sure the boy was just looking at his breasts. It didn’t bother him at all when Jessy did it, but then she had a pair, and she was his wife. Ash ended up putting the towel around his torso to hide his body and the boy finally lost interest. Ash let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. His first experience with unwanted male attention and he was already nervous. It hadn’t even been more than a teenager staring at his boobs. He was really going to need to get used to this. He couldn’t freak out every time some guy undressed him with his eyes.

Jessy got out and grinned at Ash, “How’d it go? I saw you slow down and back stroke for a while.”

Ash frowned, “Well, its official, I’m out of shape as a man and a woman. I think I need to start swimming with you every week. I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow.” He sighed, “You ready to go or do you need to cool down?”

Jessy shrugged, “I already cooled down, if you are ready, we can shower and go home.”

Jessy led the way to the showers. Ash watched her walk; her suit had a similar cut to his, high across the ass and showed off all of her hips. It was a little distracting, he had to admit.

In the locker room there were two women changing. Ash stole a glance and recognized a neighbor. She and her husband had recently moved into the area. Late twenties and had a body that most guys would consider “hot.” Ash noted that she did look pretty hot in just her underwear and looked away.

He and Jessy went to the showers picking stalls next to each other. Jessy tossed him some shampoo to get the chlorine out of his hair and he lathered up still in his suit. The neighbor walked into the showers naked. She chose a stall across the showers from Ash.

Ash turned a little red. He was grateful when she turned around so she couldn’t see him getting a little embarrassed. He felt like that boy had, here he was taking looks as a beautiful woman, afraid to get caught. He was about to get out of the shower when Jessy tossed her suit over the stall and let it drip while she washed her body. Not wanting to seem weird, he wasn’t sure if women usually got naked in the showers, he turned around and removed his suit. He rinsed it and placed it next to Jessy’s.

He used a little of the body wash Jessy slid under the stall. When he turned around to rinse his back, he caught the neighbor staring at him. She didn’t notice that he caught her looking and continued to gaze at his breasts, her eyes migrating down to his pussy. Ash figured if she was looking, he could too.

She was petite, blond, creamy skin that she was trying to get tan if her light tan lines meant anything. She had nicely shaped breasts, probably a B cup with puffy pink nipples that were just a bit upturned. She seemed pretty toned, and her ass bubbled out a little bit. Her slim hips met at a blond landing strip. Ash looked away as she turned to wash her face. Turning off his shower he dried his hair and body. He wrapped the towel around him the way he’d seen Jessy do. The neighbor had turned around again and was watching him. She caught his gaze as he turned around and winked.

Ash wasn’t sure what to do with that and walked to his locker and started putting on his clothes. Jessy arrived and did the same. They filled her swim bag with their wet suits and towels and headed outside.

In the parking lot Jessy turned to Ash, “Did you see our hot neighbor? What’s her name? Jessica, Jennifer, Janelle, something like that.”

Ash mumbled out a yes.

A Different Kind of Blood Magic

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“Just drain it!” Pelleas yelled down at his incredibly erect member.

“It’s not that easy!” Hek hissed back, her panicked, accusatory eyes glancing up at him. She was on her knees, but not for any reason somebody in front of an erect penis would usually be. She ran her eyes up and down his shaft. Letting out a sigh, her breath just barely grazed Palleas’ uncovered skin. “I’m sorry.”

“Just get rid of it!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I know I know! Just fucking get rid of it, gods!” Pelleas tone was hurried, less awkward but angrier. She grabbed the test tube sitting on the desk. The one once full of generously donated human blood only five minutes ago. It had been completely drained. What had been done, had been done. His pained yells echoed through the empty office, Hek hastily shushed him.

“Shut the fuck up! The cleaners might fucking hear us!”

“You should have thought of that before turning my dick into an overcooked sausage,” as he groaned, Hek glanced to the floor. to the open book lying there and the piece of machinery next to it. A simple mechanical structure, a hard drive sealed behind zip-lock, angrily broken into hundreds of pieces only magic could fix. A perfect, small job for an intern or two. The book she chose to use, however, wasn’t as simple. An ancient tome of many rites of passage. Not uncommon, but certainly not for beginners. A tome on blood magic. It had proven helpful for other jobs, who could fault her for thinking it would work now? She found it in the office reliquary under the ‘Repair and Fortify’ section for the gods’ sakes. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Hold on,” she took the hefty book in one hand and scanned the pages with vigour.

“It hurts,” he moaned, not pleasurably. The thing above his thighs pulsed red, too red for someone as pale as him, “it won’t stop fucking throbbing! It feels like it’s going to explode Hek!”

“How big is your penis?”

“What? I beg your fucking pardon! It’s right there I’m pretty sure you can get a rough fucking estimate!”

“Stop the sarcasm. I’m being serious,” she spoke in a dull, but thoughtful monotone. Her eyes, encased in amber that glittered under her thick specs, punctured through her charcoal dark-elven skin as she scanned the pages, “on a regular day, how big is your dick?”

“I don’t kno-“

“Hard. What’s it’s size hard?” her deep tones, from the back of her throat, muttering that one word: Hard. The emphasis on the ‘-aar’. That made him even more so, as much as it hurt already.

“Ah- it stings! Urgh, I mean, On a normal Felsday? About six inches,” upon him saying six inches, her eyes widened in glee. Like before, not glee for the usual reason anyone on their knees in front of an (estimated) seven-and-a-half-inch penis would be. This was a different kind of glee. The glee of a scientist planting a foot and breaking ground.

“It worked? Oh ho! It fucking worked!”

“What? It’s supposed to take the pieces of the hard drive and bound them back together. Why the fuck would a repair spell make my dick hard?” as Pelleas powered through the gritting pain to voice his confusion, Hek rolled her eyes behind her thick-rimmed glasses and scoffed.

“That’s not the point! That was a nth tier spell! You should be glad we’re even still alive, I had no idea I could pull something like that off!”

“What? All we had to do is repair a hard drive, why pull something out of that book that could fucking kill us?”

“Variety.”

“Oh,” he rolled his eyes just as she did “oh fuck you.” Trying to ignore the fact that she was pleasantly surprised, he scoffed at her and attempted a foolhardy clapback, “yeah, well, of course it would take magic for you to get me hard.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to do that anyway, sorry for messing up and making that mistake,” she stifled a smirk. As awful as this situation was, she did love the ribbing. But this was different. They’d laugh and rib between classes always but this, she felt differently towards it. Was it because of…? No, that can’t be it. Though, she did wonder. She lifted a finger to the head, the light reflecting off the bulbous flesh. It was moist. Clear liquid had trickled out slightly. She wasn’t sure if that was part of the spell.

“You’re taking your sweet-ass time down there,” Pelleas ran a hand through his blonde, messy hair, only a couple of unkempt weeks from becoming matted. As dirty as it was, it had a lot of colour variation. From afar it probably looked kind of cute. Pelleas wondered if the space between his head and his dick was far enough. He gave a forcefully cocky smile, “I’m not complaining.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in excruciating pain?” she shoved her finger forward, touching his engorged head and squishing it slightly. He winced.

“Is there any way we can fucking solve this? You did look in the book right.”

“Yeah, there is.”

“Oh?”

“We bleed your dick out.”

“Oh.”

“Hmph,” she narrowed her eyes, a movement emphasised by the bottle-cap escort çapa thick glass sitting on either end of her nose.

“Hek, that’s not an option.”

“I know. Shit man, I honestly think there’s only one thing we can do,” she stood up, her hand uncomfortably swaying idly next to his member. His eyes widened. “Carlie stays at her office late on Felsdays. She’ll know what the hell to do about this.”

“Hek,” Pelleas sounded uneasy, like he was cautioning a cat to hop off a china-laden cabinet, “I appreciate your commitment, but I’m not walking up to my boss with my dick out.”

“Then put it in your pants then? Pretty obvious,” she felt her hand wander idly, pondering the logistics of their next course of action, “okay, I’ve got a pretty good relationship with Carlie. She’s helped me out of multiple situations just like this.”

“With dicks involved?”

“What?! No! Hells no. I mean- she’s seen me drunk, so she knows me on that level- fuck it, it’s the only option we have,” with a wry chuckle, Hek looked to the book on the floor, her hands fiddling at her sides thoughtlessly.

“You gonna lead the way?”

“Of course.”

“Then stop playing with my dick and lead the way then,” Pelleas face was unassuming. Hek’s eyes widened as she looked down to see her hand softly squeezing his erect dick.

“Oh! I- I didn’t mean to,” her sudden shock, her head being pulled out of the clouds, made her instinctively give it a startling squeeze. He grunted. She pulled her hand away, “I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t know I was-“

“Let’s just get going, it’s really starting to hurt.”

“Did you try bleeding it?” the small tusks glimmered in the shine of the desk-lamp, clean and white and jutting out of Carlie’s mouth. She lifted a deep emerald, orcish hand to the ethereal haze in front of her, putting a finger into it and pulling forward slightly. The haze fluttered above a projector of some kind, sitting in the middle of her overstuffed workbench.

“I mean, no,” Pelleas tilted his head in confusion, “she thought of that though,” Carlie smirked at Hek, amused and surprised. Her blue eyes, so smug and dismissive, made the space between Hek’s legs tense and quiver.

“How do we lift the spell,” Hek was blunt, rejecting the feeling between her legs.

“Oh come on now Hek,” she spoke with a laugh, following it with a tone a bit too sultry, “you know how.”

“We’re not fucking!” Pelleas spoke loudly, “and if that really was the solution, I’m sure I’d be able to find a bathroom and sort myself out there.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” with a defeated sigh, Hek looked over to Carlie, “look, the book I was using was the Encyclopedia of Connective Blood Magic, it’s fairly old but since it was in the general reliquary, I thought I’d be able to use it.”

“Mhmm,” stifling a chuckle, Carlie turned from the mechanical apparatus and to Hek, a smirk had crept itself over her face. A professional’s smirk at a beginner’s folly.

“And it worked for repairing wires and two-piece breakages so I thought I’d be able to use a nth level bonding spell from it to repair the hard drive you gave us and I just want to know why the hell it made Pelleas’ dick hard to be honest,” she sounded out of breath, sick of the whole situation before it had even properly begun. With a raise of her thick eyebrows, Carlie responded clinically.

“A bonding spell,” Carlie enunciated the word ‘bonding’, bringing bold attention to it, “not a repairing spell. These days, these are considered the same, but generations upon generations ago, bonding spells, however…were different,” Carlie opened her eyes wider, gauging to see if either of them got at what she was insinuating. They blankly stared, invested but unanswering. She rolled her eyes, “they are supposed to repair broken things of a non-physical type. They have multiple names in the modern alchemic lexicon. Romantic Enhancements, Unrebounds, Familial Strengthenings, Siblingisers.”

“Oh, gods,” both Hek and Pelleas groaned in dismay.

“Funny. I thought spells like that can only be cast when there already exists a personal connection,” Carlie had retired to her chair, setting aside the arcane artefact she was working on and feigning disinterest. Rubbing a thumb against her polished, dark red nails, “father to son, mother to daughter, husband to wife, lover to lover-“

“We are nothing like that,” Pelleas snapped.

“I haven’t gotten to my point,” she gazed at him with those eyes again, like a tomahawk right to his mouth. “Physical connection under complete unbroken focus. That is one possible way the bonds set by blood magic can be broken. The slap of a caring mother, the ungiven touch of a lover, the gripping hand on your scalp of a one-night stand who you assumed wanted to be something more. Physicality is the point, a rejection of the magically-imposed emotion. To take advantage of how the blood rushes in specific circumstances, like that one, for instance.” With her pen, she pointed escort fatih to tent Pelleas was pitching, flashing him a sarcastic and spikey grin. “Stop being coy you two, you wouldn’t have been here in the first place if loving intimacy wasn’t something, you’d both want from each other.”

“Oh- bullshit,” Hek reacted instantly, a scoff in her voice. A forced scoff, like she was only pretending to discard what Carlie was saying. She went silent, tight-lipped and glaring at Carlie, “okay, fine, what do we do?”

“You need to use each other. Deny the possible romance and devolve into making use of each other’s bodies. Nothing more.”

“We are not going to just start fucking,” Pelleas looked over to Hek as she spoke and for the first time noticed how angry she looked. Far more than flustered, her eyebrows had conjured themselves down into a few angry puffs away from a scowl. She remained calm.

“Never said that you were. I’m just telling you that you’re thinking about this wrong. Magic like this is too old, even I’m not sure if a physical denial of ephemeral romance is a way to break the spell- oh, aside from the ‘cutting his dick’ part. That would work, you were on the right track there! Ha!” she gave a guttural, sudden laugh.

“Do you think this shit is a joke!” Pelleas stepped forward, groaning in pain as he took a step forwards, “you know what? Fuck it.”

“Dude. Dude!” with the swift rip of a zipper and a shove downward, Pelleas’ dick flopped out from under his underpants, veins standing proud and his length peculiarly longer than before. Carlie looked on, unblinking and unphased.

“No, no I’m sorry Hek, we’re solving this right the fuck now. Fix this shit,” with heavy panting and stiff lips, Pelleas glared at Carlie. Carlie’s face remained unchanged. Calmly, with a casual tone, Carlie opened her mouth.

“Hek.”

“Y- yes?”

“Would you be a dear and put Pelleas’ cock in your mouth please?” Hek felt tense at Carlie’s words, at her blank and almost caring tone. At the underlying soothingness below it.

“I’m-“

“Unless you have an issue with doing that. In which case, I hope you are both prepared for a long and loving relationship. You do know how to suck dick right?”

“Yes, I…I do know how to suck dick.”

“So, you’re fine with putting his dick in your mouth?”

“I…yes, yes I am,” Hek’s once-solid demeanour had changed, abruptly, to something else. She seemed much more relaxed. Her voice was higher pitched, her anger replaced with an oddly agreeable tone. Quite submissive. Pelleas squinted at her. She wasn’t salivating, but her lips lay slack by an inch. Did she want this? Surely, she didn’t, but it made Pelleas wonder. That familiar feeling between her legs twinged again, as she clumsily got down on her knees in front of his dick once more. “I’m- I’m sorry about this. I don’t mean to take advantage of the situation.”

“Urgh, again you’re not getting it,” with a slight growl, Carlie rolled her eyes, “you are taking advantage of the situation to break the spell- gods if I have to repeat myself one more time…”

“Don’t apologise,” Pelleas’ smiled, trying to ignore Carlie, “I just want to get this ov-ohhhkay.” As she lowered her head down onto his head, he trailed off, being taken completely off guard. She worked her tongue over the creases of his foreskin, in the folds at the bottom of the tip. Lips puckered softly over his engorged head, she focused, pushing her glasses up her face and breathing in through her nose.

“Sorry, what was your name again,” Carlie cut through his sudden absent-mindedness, “focus, boy. Tell me your name.”

“I…” soft slurps came up from below him as he tried to focus, “Pelleas.”

“Elven, right? A human with an elven name… ‘Pelleas’ Tell me about Hek. Anything at all. Let’s start with how you met,” she was starting to lower her mouth downward now, leaving the shaft to focus on the length of his cock. Hek breathed in sharply through her nose as she pushed her head forward, tilting it ever-so-slightly upward, allowing him to slide her throat with ease. She fought a gag, her face turning red as she held herself in place for a moment, before sliding back.

“Mphhl- laahh,” she let out a soft moan as his dick slid out of her mouth, “st- start with the lab tutor…” She huffed another breath in and pushed her head down onto him.

“Ohh shit,” he stifled a louder moan, gripping the sides of the table tightly, his hands turning red. “We…we were both having issues with our- fuck. Urgh, we were both having issues with our lab technique around two years ago. We joined an after-class tutoring session and-“

“Mmmph,” letting out a long and pronounced moan, Hek’s vibrations travelled out of her throat and into Pelleas.

“Don’t tell me…” Pelleas winced, his voice trying to upkeep a twinge of feigned disgust, “d- don’t tell me that talking about the time we met is…is turning you on Hek.” He looked down at her, her eyes escort nişantaşı closed, thick eyelashes batted over, eyes squinting hard. He noticed movement, very brisk movement. Her hand had slipped under her skirt and was going at it furiously. “Oh my god,” he sounded dismayed, lustfully dismayed.

“And?” Carlie looked on, unphased. At least, it didn’t seem like she was that phased.

“A- and?” with the memory of a goldfish, his eyes winced as he glared at Carlie.

“Urgh, and what did you see?” rolling her eyes, Carlie picks at random something for him to answer to. Something pretty generic: appearances, “and keep it to surface level. Tell me what you saw not felt, saw.”

“I…uh, I saw a girl with long, long orange hair, which…surprised me because, because her skin was so dark. From her eyes I could tell she was a dark elf but, her eyes- ah,” he whimpered as his cock slid out from Hek’s throat. From the bottom of his idling gaze, he caught her looking up at him, stroking his member very slowly, collecting her saliva in her hand and spreading it evenly across his whole length. Through the darkness of her skin, two luminous sparks looked up at him. It made him even harder.

“What’s wrong?” with a mocking undertone, Carlie leaned forwards in her chair. “She’s looking up at you Pelleas. Why not look back?”

“I- I can’t.”

“Why?” a cocky smirk came over her mouth as she leaned back, “keep going. What were her eyes like? What were the eyes of this body you are now using like.”

“Her eyes were just…very bright, as orange as her hair. They were so big, taking up so much of her face. I’m not a language student dude I can’t keep describing-“

“Keep going,” her voice was stern, scalding almost. Dominative, with all the connotations that came along with it. It gave him a shot of adrenaline that he needed. One he liked a bit too much for his comfort. He reached down, running his hands over Hek’s long, pointed ears. She let out a whimper, her breath brushing up against his dick.

“They were…I don’t know the word.”

“Find a word then. You’re not a fucking idiot are you?” Carlie’s mocking did exactly what it needed to, sending that small shock of anger and arousal down his spine and into his cock. His hands gripped Hek by the ears, pulling her away from his dick. She knew what was coming. Hek opened her mouth.

“Sultry! they were sultry, okay? It’s such a corny word, but they fucking were,” Hek spluttered and groaned as Pelleas’ forced her head down onto his dick. Her throat enveloped it in a matter of seconds. Then, he starting pumping, holding her head in place and pumping away madly.

“Ha! That is corny,” with a scoff, Carlie tapped her fingers impatiently on the table next to her. She crossed her legs and tilted her head upward, seemingly very comfortable in having sway over Pelleas’ actions. “Too corny. Don’t make me gag, you got a perfectly good whore in front of you that’s better suited to that than me. Fuck this whore’s cheap face.”

“Hmmng,” what sounded like a groan of anger throttled through Pelleas’ dick.

“Oh? You don’t like it when I call you that?” Carlie was enjoying herself a bit too much. Her mouth had curled itself into a devious grin. Her eyes were eager, hungry and invested in what was going on in front of her. But her degradation pushed both of them along nicely, as Pelleas was pulling her mouth vigorously on and off his dick. She did a surprisingly good job keeping it down, only letting up for the occasional splutter or quick gag. “Good. Hate it. Hate how he uses you, there is no love between you, just the lustful thrusts of two bodies making use of one another. I mean look at you Hek, what other word is there for someone who can take it down their throat that easily? No matter, perhaps we should go back to what you were saying about her eyes, Pelleas?”

“Wh- why?”

“I just think you can do better than just ‘sultry’-“

“Dick sucking eyes.”

“Good! There you go!”

“Dick sucking eyes!” as he shouted it louder, Pelleas’ skin turned bright red with shame as the words instinctively left his mouth. His hands let go of Hek’s eyes. She kept going, the same speed. He thought he was forcing her head down, but now he wasn’t in control, as if he ever was. Again, he liked this feeling way too much. How unfortunate for him that her mouth felt just as good. Just as good and he hated it, “fuck! I feel so filthy saying it, just her eyes were so good that…fuck, your mouth Hek. It’s-“

“Stop getting distracted!” Carly firmly jeered, “‘her eyes were so good that’, that what?”

“That I…I just wanted to see her on her knees looking up at me, like- just eyes perfect to stare into while…I- I sound like a pervert when I say it out loud like this.”

“Say what?”

“Say that I- I want to see those eyes fucking p- painted in cum”

“Haha! That is devilishly perverted,” she loved teasing him, almost as much as he loved being teased. She was struggling to not slip a hand under her dress. “But we’re beyond that now. Tell me, why aren’t you staring down at her? Since you just love those eyes so very much.” He felt his hips quake, his pelvis buckling and his muscles around his crotch contract.

“I’m close,” he murmured, “I can’t.”

“Look down Pelleas.”

A Game of Inches Ch. 04

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I sat at my desk turning the coin over and over in my fingers. The woman on the face was as beautiful as ever; the libidinous couple on the back remained as arousing as any modern porn I’d seen lately. I’d locked the diabolical coin in my home safe that morning, determined to leave it there for the next three days, but before I could get to the end of the driveway I had to stop and go back for it.

I was convinced that I had to have it with me to keep it safe, but I was only lying to myself. What I couldn’t part with was the promise it offered. Holding it made me more than what I was. I felt more confident with the ancient token in my possession — even though it was responsible for causing my dick to shrink. I also didn’t want to give up on the ancillary benefits of having desirable women flirting with me in a way I’d never experienced before, nor would again once my time with the magical coin was done.

I paused once again to consider the 69ing pair. Her legs were parted in a way that suggested wanton lust had overcome her otherwise habitual modesty. Her mouth was open and ready to receive his engorged manhood. The graceful lines of her face showed a longing anticipation for the sexual gifts she was about to exchange with her lover. I felt the improbable urge to pull my cock out and jerk off right there at my desk. I gripped my growing erection through my pants.

“What are you playing with there?”

I’d been caught! Job, marriage, and dignity all down the drain because of a single indiscreet moment. How could I be so stupid?

I looked up and saw Emily standing at the threshold of my office. My heart raced as my stomach dropped. Would she run straight to H.R.? Or call me out for a pervert and humiliate me in front of my coworkers before filing a complaint?

“So shiny,” she said, her eyes alighting on the coin I was holding between my fingers. “I like shiny things.”

Relief flooded through me like a cold stream. I took only a moment to relish my reprieve from ruination before shifting the coin to my palm and holding it out to her. Emily moved into my office with a few sensual strides. I’d noticed that she was cute when she first started at the company a few weeks ago but never noticed her movements to be anything but commonplace. Perhaps the change had something to do with the candy-apple red leggings she had on. The way they gripped fast to her legs and hips left little to the imagination as to what she would look like naked from the waist down. She must know what this did to every man (and many of the women) who saw her. That our otherwise ordinary intern was transformed into a deliberately sexual creature merely by her wardrobe choices was highly intriguing to me.

“So pretty,” she breathed when she got close.

Instead of taking it from my hand as I’d expected, she held my wrist and ran a finger over the raised profile of the goddess. She moved to flip it over. I should have warned her, but I wanted to see her reaction. Emily laid the warm silver disc back onto my open palm.

“Oh, my. Look at that.” She gave me a sideways glance that came with a barely suppressed smirk. “They’re having fun, aren’t they?”

“I expect so.”

Her finger traced the orally fixated figures. “I wouldn’t mind being in her place right now.”

“Perhaps you can bring it up with your boyfriend tonight.” My pulse was quick, knowing that I shouldn’t be talking to this girl in such a suggestive manner. Very unprofessional.

Her pout was adorable to the point that it made me want to rub my dick all over her face. “I swore off men six months ago after I broke up with the loser I was seeing. My girlfriends tell me I have terrible taste when it comes to guys, but there are parts of having a boyfriend I really miss.”

“Oh? What parts are those?”

She tapped her fingernail on the coin and I looked down to see she was indicating the long, curved shaft of the man’s cock. “I don’t want another boyfriend, but I really need that part…if you know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean, Emily.” I swallowed hard. It was happening again. She was ensorcelled by the magic of the coin. I’d been leering at her for weeks and the gods were using her to torment me. I knew in no uncertain terms that I could have this young woman — violate her in almost any way I could imagine. Use her body to fulfill whatever immoral pleasure I could conceive of. But there would be consequences.

Not just the emasculating horror of losing more of my already diminished penis, but there would be another blow to my concept of who I was. I never considered myself weak-willed, but if I gave in I would have to accept that I was. I’d always been loyal to my wife. I might have been able to forgive myself for Gloria — chalk it up as a minor, one-off indiscretion — but if I did anything with Emily, I would be a confirmed adulterer. And, aside from all that, would she simply laugh when she saw my very unimpressive five-and-a-half-inch dick?

Emily looked deep into my escort taksim eyes and apparently found what she was searching for. She went to my door, closed it, and made a deliberate show of locking it. She turned and leaned her back against the door and favored me with another one of those irresistible pouts.

“You didn’t even notice my Casual Friday outfit. I picked it out just for you.”

This drew my attention back to her attire. Emily had on a small black top that was once again too clingy to be strictly appropriate for the office. Her small breasts strained against the fabric, struggling for attention. Her lower half was sheathed in the shiny leggings that were the red version of the others she had on earlier in the week. When she turned to present me an opportunity to appraise her backside, it was obvious she once again had to go without panties. This outfit was anything but casual.

“They feel so good on me,” she explained as she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. “I was worried about getting a camel toe. You can’t see anything down there, can you?”

“Uh…ahem…no. No camel toe.”

She pinched the waist of her leggings and hiked them up tighter. “How about now?”

The swells of her outer labia had become blatantly evident, along with an enticing crease dividing them along the center. I leaned forward and took a good, long look. I was ashamed that it required so little effort for this girl to strip away all of my moral resolve with one simple move. I dropped the coin in a drawer, foolishly deciding the price I’d pay was worth just one more minor indiscretion.

“I can see it all very clearly now.”

“You probably think girls who walk around like this are sluts, don’t you?” Her coquettish manner was something I hadn’t seen from her before.

I was never one to pick up on the subtle clues that women gave off, but this time my instincts read the signs easily.

“Yes I do, Emily,” I said with a stern edge to my voice, doing my best impression of a boss.

“Do you think I’m a slut?”

“Only a slut would come to work dressed like that. Showing off your ass in those tight pants. Teasing all the men in the office with your long, sexy legs. Parading around with your breasts shamelessly on display. Are you even wearing a bra today, young lady?”

Emily bit her thumb and shook her head like a child that had been caught doing something naughty.

“And now you come into my office with the brazen intention of exciting me with your temptations.”

“Did I?” She moved with feline silkiness toward my desk. “Excite you, I mean.” She pushed aside the few pieces of office brick-a-brac I had on my desk and slid one of her red-clad ass cheeks onto the space she’d made. “Did I make your cock hard? I’m sorry, Marc, I really didn’t mean to.”

It was all the more sexy for us both knowing that was a lie. “Nevertheless, Emily, you have made my cock extremely hard. If you want to keep this job, you’d better do something about it.”

She lifted her knees and spun around on my desk to face me. I noticed that her black high heels put the finishing touches on her transformation from perky office girl to horny seductress. She placed those heels on the arms of my chair, thus corralling me with her legs. It was the exact pose from my fantasies.

“Maybe you could rub your hard cock against my slutty camel toe. That might take care of things.”

Emily shifted effortlessly from my desk to my lap. It only took her a few seconds to find my erection with her crotch. When she did, she began grinding on me. The material of her leggings was nearly frictionless against my dress pants. Her softness pressed against my hardness. Her hands went behind my neck and she pulled me to her. My hands went to her ass and encouraged her to grind harder. We were forehead to forehead as she worked her body atop mine. Small, restrained sounds of pleasure began to escape her throat, then her mouth suddenly found my lips. She kissed me passionately like I was a lover she hadn’t been with for a long time. She stroked me faster with her pussy. I became worried I would cum too soon and this joyous moment would be spoiled before it reached its natural climax.

I kissed Emily back and let my hands explore upward. Her body still had the slender fragility of youth. I think my wife has a sexy body, but she has become more…substantial over the years. Not fat by any means, but in a way that’s more subtle. My wife is a woman in no uncertain terms; the lively intern in my lap was still very much a girl.

“Is that helping?” Emily panted, lightly biting my lower lip.

“It’s making things worse, actually.” My hands cupped her small breasts through her thin top. “Or better, depending on how you look at it.”

“Maybe I should suck your cock. I think that would be a good idea.” She arched her back in response to my thumbs finding the stiff nubs of her nipples. “Please let me suck your cock. Please…”

I savored her escort etiler words. Never had a woman, or girl, begged for me like that before. It felt good to be wanted, desired, needed in such a visceral way. I nodded and she slipped down onto the floor in front of me like a worshipful penitent. She unzipped my trousers and a flash of pink showed. My stomach clenched with the humiliating fear that this is where our liaison might suddenly end. I was wearing Gloria’s satin panties!

I’d gone back and forth that morning, debating with myself over whether or not I should honor Gloria’s parting request that I wear her panties for what promised to be a second encounter at the coffee shop. I’d sworn off using the coin, but was desperately trying to puzzle out if fucking Gloria again would count against me. Paul had said I could sleep with four women. This implied four different women. If I fucked the same woman twice, that wouldn’t count, right? While the argument raged in my head, I went ahead and put the panties on just to see what it would be like. They probably wouldn’t even fit.

They were tight around my thighs as I pulled them up. I had to wriggle and tug to get them all the way on. By the time I did, my abbreviated cock was almost at full attention. The satin panties were more than snug, but I was surprised at how good that felt. But there was more to it than just that.

The satin was almost like a second skin, and yet so much better. The slippery coolness awakened every nerve that was touched by the captivating fabric. I rubbed my cock through the panties and shivered with the feeling it gave me inside and out. I reached around and rubbed my own ass. I don’t consider myself a narcissist, but I had never been so enthralled with the touch of my own body before. I grabbed my cock roughly and squeezed it hard, fighting the compulsion to jerk off on the spot.

Instead, I let go, put my panties — Gloria’s panties — back in order, and then checked myself out in the mirror. My first impression was that I looked like a sissy. A poor excuse for a man. A pervert in ladies’ underwear. The way the light shimmered off of the pink satin as I moved caught my eye. It was entrancing…like the panties were made of liquid sexuality. And not only could I see it, but I could feel it. I looked at myself from different angles until I noticed a wet spot forming where the tip of my penis was.

I pulled the waistband out and saw that I was leaking pre-cum. This confused me. I’d heard of this happening to men, but it had never happened to me. Was it something to do with the magic? I looked at myself again in the mirror, at the way my balls were being compressed within the glossy fabric, and knew it was because of the panties.

The decision to wear them or not became a simple one after that. No one would know, except possibly Gloria. I could enjoy this unique sensation all day and no one would have any idea. The source of my little smile would be my secret.

Gloria never showed up that morning at the coffee shop. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. There were plenty of other women who caught my eye, and most of them responded to my attention with a flirtation of their own. I had the sure sense that if I approached any one of them with a proposition they would have gladly joined me in the ladies’ room for a quick but satisfying fuck. But I wasn’t about to waste an inch of my dick for some random stranger. Or any woman, for that matter. At least that’s what I thought until I saw Emily in those wet-look leggings.

She peered up at me from between my legs with an expression of shock. No one was supposed to have known. I’d experienced embarrassment before, but nothing like this. To add to my mortification, there was another wet spot.

“Are you wearing women’s panties?”

It was going to take more than magic to salvage this situation. “Yes,” I croaked shamefully, my response barely audible.

She ran her touch over the satin encasing my hard shaft. “That is so fucking sexy.” Her lips spread into a genuine smile and there was a wicked gleam in her eye that hadn’t been there before. “I always thought of you as a straight-laced guy, Marc. If I had known underneath it all you were a kinky sex fiend, I would have done something like this a lot sooner.” With a quick move, she pulled my cock out and began sucking.

And, boy, did this girl know how to suck!

I watched her head bob up and down and felt an immediate adoration for her. Oral sex had become a rarity at home, and even when Carol did relent and service me with her mouth it was merely out of duty. Emily had a much different attitude. Rather than performing a noxious chore, she appeared to be engaged in a much-desired indulgence. She sucked and licked me with grateful exuberance — treating my cock as if it were a fabulous gift I’d given her. My heart swelled at her willing enthusiasm.

“You like that, Marc? You like fucking my mouth this way?”

“Oh, escort besiktaş Emily, you have no idea. It’s incredible.” I ran my fingers through her hair, then pushed her head down. There wasn’t a hint of resistance as she once again engulfed my cock with her talented mouth. As she sucked, her fingers played over my balls. The satin barrier between her touch and my scrotum only enhanced the experience all the more.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth…or in my pussy?”

I considered my choices for a moment. “Both,” I announced boldly. This seemed to excite her all the more, even though I had overpromised the extent of my sexual endurance. “But I want your pussy first.”

Emily licked the dribble of pre-cum oozing from my cock, then stood. “You’ll have to help me out of these.”

I wasted no time taking hold of the top of her leggings and pulling them down. The shiny red fabric folded over and came partway off her hips easily enough, but then I had to struggle.

“You’re going to have to help get them back on, too,” she giggled as I worked.

It took several tugs before I found confirmation that our young intern was a shaver. Her smooth, bald mound was revealed with aching slowness. I applied more strength to the task and was soon rewarded with an up-close view of her most private feminine crease. What a beautiful sight.

Once I’d worked her leggings down to her ankles, instead of kicking them off the rest of the way she sat back onto my desk, lifted her legs, and lassoed me. She pulled me closer.

“Get me wet,” she purred like the filthy little kitten she was.

I wasn’t about to deny her. I leaned forward and slid my tongue between her pillowy lips. It became immediately apparent that Emily needed no help getting wet. Her juices were plentiful and uniquely delicious. I’d always enjoyed Carol’s taste, but she was very self-conscious about me going down on her. She always assured me that it felt good, but I’d never been able to give my wife an orgasm with my tongue. I tried to put any thoughts of the woman I’d vowed to be faithful to out of my mind and focus on the flavors of the girl-cunt I was lucky enough to be feasting on at the moment.

“Yeah, stick your tongue up in me,” Emily moaned, her hips turning slightly. “God, that feels amazing. I need this so bad. Suck my clit, Marc. Please.”

I couldn’t resist giving her what she was pleading for and began suckling her stiff little button.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” She grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw her head back. “Suck me!”

I was hoping I was right in my theory that the magic of the coin would protect us and that no one in the office would hear the passionate sounds of sex coming from my office. The last thing I needed was for someone to walk in on this scandalous scene.

“Right there! Harder! I’m going to cum! Make me cum, Marc!”

It seemed impossible, but I realized I was about to get a girl to cum just from using my mouth. Either the coin was making me a better lover, or it wasn’t me who had been the problem all along.

“Suck it! Suck my pussy! Don’t stop! I’m cumming…I’m fucking cuuuummming! Aaiieeeee!”

I felt dizzy with triumph. Emily humped my face as she orgasmed. Fresh sex fluid flowed from her. Her thighs clapped tight around my head as she rode it out. It was hard to breathe, but I survived the series of spasms she twitched through before releasing me.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “I want your cock inside. I need it now!”

I stood and positioned my cock at her drenched opening. I caught sight of myself down there and a pang of fear hit me. Did I have enough left to satisfy her? Would I stick it in only to be laughed at? It didn’t matter — it was inconceivable that I could walk away from what was being offered. I needed it as much as she did.

I plunged forward and she let out a guttural groan as if I’d just filled her with ten inches of raw man meat. I put my worries aside and began fucking the tightest, wettest pussy I’d ever known (or probably ever would). Her heels dug into my back as she wrapped her legs around my middle and pulled me deeper into her with each thrust I delivered.

“Let me see your tits,” I growled more assertively than was normal for me.

Emily responded instantly, pulling her top up over her head and tossing it aside. Her nipples were tiny dark points atop a firm pair of high breasts. Even though her tight shirt had left little to the imagination, it was still a true treat to see them in the flesh.

“God, you fuck so good,” she moaned with sincerity. “You fuck my pussy so good with your cock.”

Emily fell back on my desk and grabbed her own tits. I renewed my grip on her hips and pounded into her with all I had, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

“Yes! Do it!”

The way her legs clamped around me made it clear she didn’t want me to pull out. Just like Gloria, she wanted me to cum inside her. And that’s exactly what I did.

“Ohh, fuuuck!” I shouted as I let loose.

Emily answered my orgasm with another of her own. Watching her writhe on my cock gave me a sense of power I’d never had before. To know that I was responsible for giving her that much pleasure filled me with a kind of pride I didn’t know was possible for someone like me.

A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08

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Chapter 8: The Role Model

George and Dawn crossed the threshold of their home. Upon finding the house empty, Dawn wrapped George up with her graceful arms and kissed him lovingly. Before George lost himself to her completely, he swept her up and carried her to his room. Not being able to touch her whenever he wanted at work was more difficult than he expected it to be. He was supposed to be a good role model and follow camp rules – meaning that public displays of affection where not encouraged. Now they had the whole house to themselves until his mother got home from work at six. That would give them plenty of time to be lovers again.

Without having to say it, the room was transformed into the sex pad he created earlier. He climbed onto the massive bed and laid her down. They kissed like two horny teenagers. Or, more accurately, one horny teenager and one perpetually aroused three day old genie servant. One couldn’t get enough of the urgent press from the other’s lips.

He had been given much practice since her arrival and he had learned to enjoy a tonguey smooch. It made him feel close to her, closer than he had ever felt to anyone he had ever known. It was a gift. He didn’t know from who or for what, but he was thankful.

He ran his hands up and down her curves in lustful fascination, rolling around the bed as the mood took him. He preferred her to be on top so that he didn’t need to worry about crushing her, although she showed no signs of discomfort when George gently pinned her to the bed.

Dawn wrapped her thighs around his waist and pulled him in as closely as she could. The room was filled with the sounds of her rapturous sighs and moans.

Their need for the other grew as the kiss went on. After their fantastic encounter during free-swim George was satisfied, but Dawn couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He loved that feeling, that she desired him in all ways, at any time. It was a great relief to be home and in private, where he didn’t have to hold back for fear of what someone might see, and let himself enjoy her fully without distraction. He became more and more aroused, but sex didn’t feel necessary. Kissing her, touching her, the soft warmth of her body, her legs wrapped around him. It all felt so perfect.

Eventually, his primal urges surfaced with a vengeance and he had to have her. He moved lower to kiss and caress her breasts, marveling at her soft and busty assets.

She pulled her shirt over her head without a word, leaving her clad in just her striped bikini. The cups contained her beautiful tits, but did nothing to hide them. Dawn was sensitive there, especially at her nipples, and cooed affectionately at his attention.

George moved lower, kissing her taut stomach. He traced the lines of her lightly defined muscles with his lips and drank in her sweet and musky scent.

Dawn giggled as his fingers grazed her sides, making her breasts jiggle slightly.

Inspired by her laughter, George gave her a loud raspberry right in the middle of her stomach.

“That is so weird!” she squealed. “Do it again!”

He gave her a good one right in her belly-button.

Her hysterical giggling compelled him to give her more raspberries over her stomach, breasts, neck and anywhere else he could reach. She rolled around as she made half-hearted attempts at impeding him. But when George stopped, she pouted until he kissed her once more.

“You are so mean,” she whimpered.

“Nuh-uh, I’m really nice sometimes.”

“Sometimes, yes, but right now you are teasing me. I thought you were a kind master. I guess I was wrong.”

George caught the playful twinkle in her eye. “Well, I guess I’ll have to prove it too you then,” he replied.

“And how are you going to do that, Meanie?”

George smiled wickedly. “Take your shorts off,” he ordered.

Dawn’s eyes widened at his sudden order. With alacrity George had never seen, Dawn shucked off her shorts and bikini bottoms and waited excitedly for her next order.

George wedged his hands between her knees, and slowly pulled her thighs apart.

Dawn was panting in anticipation, “Are you really going to… oh George!”

He traced his finger down her inner thigh towards her already glistening lips. Everywhere his finger went, his lips soon followed. He slowly covered her quivering flesh in slow reverent kisses.

Dawn watched anxiously as he inched his way closer. She was almost holding her breath as he grazed his lips across her clit, and breathed heavy in frustration as he kissed back up her other thigh.

“See, you are mean,” she pouted.

As soon as he reached her knee he began to work his way back down towards her pussy. He stopped just short, and asked slyly, “Are you sure?”

She leaned her head back and shouted, “I was kidding! I did not mean it! You are kind, and sweet, and smart and handsome and well hung and well-spoken and… and…”

“And?”

“And… you smell good?”

He was about to flick her clit with his tongue, but upon escort şişli hearing her last concession he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, just eat my pussy already! Please?”

“Well why didn’t you just say that?” he joked. Without another word, he dipped down and kissed her clit. He sucked on it lightly at first, then swirled his tongue around the engorged nub. Dawn’s cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He became determined to show Dawn’s amazing pussy the same reverence he held for the rest of her. He didn’t rush. He took the time to explore every nuance of her sex with his fingers and tongue.

“Oh, Master! I love your mouth and your lips and your tongue! Oh please! Fuck my pussy with your mouth!”

Dawn would squeal when he reached a spot that was particularly sensitive, and worshiped that spot for a bit, taking note of its position. He found several spots like that. Obviously, her clit was one of them, but so were the folds surrounding it, along with the very inside edges of her opening. The best results came when he stimulate two, or three spots at once.

“I cannot believe… Oh George!”

George was still learning, but did his best to prolong her first orgasm for as long as he could. However, Dawn was so receptive to anything he did that she went over the edge much more quickly then he wanted. Within five minutes she let loose an electrifying orgasm. He crawled up between the valley of her bosom to kiss her as her orgasm subsided. But he didn’t feel like it was enough.

“Are you ready for another one?” he asked when he could wrench his tongue away from hers.

“I am always ready,” she breathed. “But, are you going to let me take care of you soon?”

He almost laughed, “All you do is take care of me. Let me take care of you for a change.”

“W-what did I do to deserve this?” she managed, as she gazed up at him in post-orgasmic awe.

“What? I can’t go down on my girlfriend without a reason?”

“Of course you can. You can do anything you want to me,” she laughed. “I was just wondering if I did anything in particular to make you want to pleasure me so much.”

George shrugged, “I don’t know. You make me happy. Isn’t that enough?”

She replied only with a sultry and loving smile.

He dipped down between her legs and began again. He didn’t know why, but it was fun for him. It made her feel really good, and it gave him a measure of satisfaction to know that he was able to give her pleasure without anything in return. Though the hardness in his shorts was telling of how much he enjoyed it, and how much he needed release.

After her third orgasm, Dawn was almost wheezing with pleasure. “No more! Please, I need you inside me! Please fuck me, Master!”

George was hard as a rock and throbbing with desire for her. But just as he was about to strip off his remaining clothing, the doorbell rang, and startled him out of his lustful stupor. He jumped off the bed and made for the window to see who it was. He couldn’t see the front door, but he could see a yellow sedan with the Walt’s Wiches logo painted on the door.

“It’s Lindsey. What’s she doing here?” murmured George in frustration. His cock felt painfully full inside his shorts.

“Well, we did say she could come over any time. I guess she is taking us up on the offer. Though, I did not expect it to be so soon.”

“Crap. What do I do?”

Dawn sighed lustfully, “Invite her up here and let her watch. Or let her join in. I do not care.”

The image of Dawn and Lindsey writhing on his bed tempted him to wish it true. But he controlled himself. “That would be something. But not today, babe.”

“Would she leave if we did not answer the door?” she asked hopefully.

“No. My car’s out there. And she’ll just come inside anyway. She’s always been allowed to make herself welcome here.”

Dawn rubbed her thighs together and eyed him seductively. “Invite her in then,” she purred. “I want to see her. All of her.”

George eyed her knowingly. “Hey, leave my lesbian friend alone.”

She giggled, “Aww, what is the matter? Afraid I might make an honest carpet-muncher out of her?”

From downstairs, they could hear the front door open and shut. “George?” called Lindsey. “I brought booze!”

“I’m gonna go greet her,” said George.

“Alright,” said Dawn with determination. “Would it be okay if I took a shower? My hair is all full of chlorine.”

He chuckled in amusement, “You don’t need my permission. Go ahead.”

She snapped her fingers, “Right, I keep forgetting. I will be quick.”

“Oh, Dawn, before you go,” he began. “I wish for you to have an incredibly powerful orgasm in the shower. Let’s make it the most powerful you’ve had yet, only you won’t pass out this time. And it will happen when you least expect it.”

Tingle. Flash. Dawn covered her mouth in shock before dashing off for the shower.

George headed downstairs to meet Lindsey. She was in the kitchen with several large beyoğlu escort shopping bags. George took in a sharp breath as he caught sight of her.

“What up, George,” she greeted with a bright smile.

“Uh… hi?” he managed.

It had taken George a long time to realize that he had been attracted to Lindsey. He had always liked her as a friend, but was never able to allow himself to think of her as a woman. However, as she stood there in the kitchen pulling beer and sandwiches out of bags, George’s healthy affection turned into full on lust.

She was wearing her yellow polo from work, but the buttons were completely undone. It was much tighter too, like it had been shrunk in the wash. Instead of the pants she normally wore to work, she had on a pair of khaki shorts that her father (despite his easy going nature) would not appreciate. Gone were her glasses, and her jade green eyes were on display once more. But what really sent him over the edge was her hair. It was down. For the first time that he could remember, her long fiery hair was hanging free.

“George?” she asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“Wha?” asked a slackjawed George.

“You’re staring at me again,” she said, almost with a giggle.

“Uh… sorry. It’s just that… you’re hot.”

Lindsey blushed, but managed to play it off with a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

George felt his heart fluttering towards her. Her body demanded that he stare, but when she blushed, George swooned. He knew then that Dawn had been right all along. Something had to happen between them.

He recovered before things got weird, and said, “No, for real. You probably hear this all the time, but you’re a real babe.”

She sighed in frustration. “It’s just the uniform, and all this makeup. Dad thinks that he can pull in some more business if he dresses me up like a Diner Dash Barbie.” She glared at him playfully, “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Me? What did I do?” he laughed.

“Dad saw that little stunt you and sleeping beauty pulled. He actually paid the kid fifty bucks for those pictures off of his phone. He wants to put me on the all the promotional materials now.”

He shrugged, “You could always say no.”

She shrugged, “I could. But…”

“What?”

“It’s… kinda fun,” she admitted finally. “And he gets so excited about it. You’d think he was starting his shop all over again.”

“Wow. So staring at boobs has actually done some good for the world,” said George in mock wonder.

“Hey!” she laughed as she pointed an accusing finger at him. “Watch it, buster! You’re already in deep shit!”

George threw his hands up, “I’m a guy! I like tits! You’re right, I’m weird.”

Lindsey laughed. “I can see you like tits. What’s Dawn packin’? D’s? E’s?”

“She said somewhere in there, yeah. What are yours? They ain’t small.”

Lindsey gasped and covered her breasts with her hands, presumably to show modesty.

George thought it odd that she needed to cup them to do that.

“Would you knock it off!” she ordered, even as her hands rested lightly on her cleavage. “I feel like I’m talking to the brother I never had nor wanted about things best never spoken off.”

He threw his hands up again, “Alright, fine. I’m just say’n, they look nice.”

“Yeah, right. You see one pair and suddenly you’re an expert.”

George had a naughty idea. “Care to wager on that?”

Lindsey squinted at him, like if she stared hard enough she could see through him. Slowly, she said, “Okay…”

“If I can guess the cup size of the bra you’re wearing right now, you have to let me see you in just a bra.”

“No fucking way!” she yelled, though it was hard for George to take her seriously when she was smiling that widely.

“Oh come on, why not?” he whined. “That shirt is so tight, I can practically see them right now.”

“Because… you just… can’t,” she stammered. She was actively holding herself now, but turned slightly so her cleavage was out of view.

“How about this: if I’m wrong, I’ll let you see my tits,” he grinned.

She laughed. Then she let her eyes drop to the bulge in his shorts.

George hoped he knew what she was thinking. “Or, I can give you the male review treatment,” he said winking.

Lindsey was surprised, but her smile gave her away once again. “Oh really,” she laughed. “Will you give me the Thunder from Down Under treatment?”

“I don’t even know what that is. But if it means you’ll play the game, then fuck yeah!”

She smiled as she thought. Finally, she asked, “The exact size?”

He nodded.

“Alright, it’s a bet!” she squealed. “Oh I can’t wait to see how you weasel your way out of this one.”

George smiled widely. “Dawn? What’s Lindsey’s cup size?”

“S-Somewhere… in the C/D range.” Even speaking telepathically, Dawn sounded like she could cum at any moment. “Of course… it depends on her… m-menstrual cycle… a-and the bra manufacturer and…”

“I mean güngören escort right now. What’s the size of the bra she’s wearing?”

“34C. Oh! It is really nice too! Good material, and a little tight. S-So hot. Oh, Lindsey!”

Suddenly, George heard what sounded like a thump and a muffled scream.

“What was that?” asked Lindsey, baffled.

“What was what?” he replied dumbly.

She looked around, “I could have sworn I heard something.”

“Huh, weird.”

George had his answer, but wanted to see how far he could take this game. He stared at her chest and rubbed his chin. “Hmm,” he thought out loud, “let’s see here. There’s that, and that curves there, and intersects at that angle…” He began making exaggerated movements with his hands like he had tools to measure her with.

Lindsey looked at him like he was crazy, but chuckled the entire time.

He took a step towards her and leaned in to look more closely, “…then take the square root of the hypotenuse. Hey, turn around for a second.”

“What, like this?”

“Right. But put your arms up a little.”

“No,” she laughed as she covered herself once more. “You’re just trying to catch some side-boob.”

“Hey, c’mon, don’t be that girl. Just put your arms up for a second.”

“What does that even mean?” she mused. Though, she did raise her arms over her head.

George resumed his observations. “Okay, so I subtract that negative, drop the remainder, carry the two. Hmm, this is tough. Though it might be easier if I could get a feel for the weight.” He took another step towards her, his arms outstretched for a grope.

“Hey!” she shouted as she batted away his hands. “Get your meat-hooks away from me! You can look, but no touchy.”

“Oh well. Fair enough.” He took a knee so that his face was level with her chest, wrapped his hands around the curve of her back and pulled her in close.

“Uh, George? You’re touching me,” she said shakily. Though, she didn’t try to stop him.

He smirked. “What, I can’t touch you at all?” George had never been this playful with Lindsey before. But he was left feeling very frisky after his time with Dawn. He wasn’t afraid of the female body anymore. It now seemed like something intensely fascinating in all its softness, curves and the raw lust associated with it, that he felt like he needed to study it as closely as he could.

“No, you can touch me, it’s just…”

“What?” he asked cheekily. He let his hands roam over her back, making her shirt pull even tighter across her bust.

Lindsey put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. “Okay, okay! What’s your guess, Hands McGee?”

“If my calculations are correct… 34C,” he said triumphantly.

She looked surprised, but not for long. She pushed away from him. “Wrong! Thanks for playing. You forgot to account for the curvature of the earth. Now let’s see some tighty-whiteys!”

George eyed her suspiciously. He knew that Dawn wasn’t wrong, so Lindsey must have been trying to bluff him. The old George would never have even thought to play this game, but the new George was quite ready to call her bluff.

“Alright, what is it then?” he asked as he stood up.

“I’m not telling!”

“Then how do I know I’ve lost. I’ll need to see the tag before I concede defeat.”

Lindsey went a little pale, “I can’t show you, pervert. Just take my word for it.”

“Hey!” he whined, “that’s not fair!”

She tisk-tisked him and went back to the bags she brought with her. “See, I knew you would chicken out. Oh well.”

He couldn’t let it end like that. Throughout their relationship she had always been the dominant one. She was always the one to come out ahead in their dealings. And now, he knew why. She had been afraid, so she was putting the ball in his court knowing he would never actually do anything. It was a challenge, and for the first time in years, George had the courage to meet it.

Quietly, he moved behind her and slid his fingers just under the bottom of her shirt. Upon touching the skin around her hips, George felt an electric rush. He felt suddenly nervous as he touched his best friend in a way that was much more than friendly. But he didn’t want to stop.

She went a bit tense and began to shiver. “George,” she asked, surprised, “what are you doing?”

He wasn’t sure. At first, this was just another part of the game, to embarrass her, to have a little fun. But now, it felt like he was on the threshold of something dangerous. It was exciting and scary. She didn’t look like the nagging frumpy nerd he grew up with. She looked like a woman – a very sexy woman. He towered over her like he did Dawn, and he could feel goose bumps where his fingers rested on her skin.

“I think you’re lying. So I’m gonna have a look,” he whispered in her ear. He sounded confidant, but inside he was ready to feint.

“G-George, I…” she stopped as George began to slowly move his fingertips up her body, pushing the tight polo with it. She moved to block him, but then had a moment where she didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands – stopping and starting a hundred different actions. She eventually settled on resting them on the kitchen counter, and bending very slightly to push back against him.

George felt his cock harden immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Sex In The City Turns Ch. 01

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Another Kind of Power

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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7pm. Bedroom. Leave the boxers on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lay down, please,” I command softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Überreden, wozu?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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