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Isobel Vol. 03 – Escalation

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Me and Isobel did not message again that weekend following our WhatsApp exchange that Friday night. I had been tempted to message a bunch of times but enjoyed the idea that she had received what she wanted and that she would let me know when I would next have the privilege of being useful to her.

A combination of the clear enjoyment she took from our budding dynamic and a comfort I had formed around Isobel over the last few weeks meant that I did not feel anxious about Monday. I looked forward to seeing her, whilst still feeling the need to be professional I resolved to have some fun with things.

Isobel had mentioned how much she had enjoyed a seasonal Christmas ad which featured an adorable cartoon dragon. I remembered seeing a limited edition chocolate bar in the shape of the character when I visited the supermarket chain the week before.

That Monday morning I woke up extremely early and headed straight to the store to buy one. Rushing in I was determined to arrive at the office before Isobel. When she arrived that morning I offered her a broad smile as her eyes noticed the awaiting chocolate and tea on her desk.

Isobel simply shook her head with a light chuckle and said “how cute” when inspecting the chocolate bar. I was not sure if she was referring to the miniature sugar filled dragon or my rather clumsy attempt at showing my need to please her.

We continued at this pace for the next month. I’d show up early, her tea would be waiting for her and occasionally a sweet treat. I didn’t raise our previous interaction, I had wanted to bismil escort but assumed if she felt the need to discuss it she would. We continued to bond, she informed me of a podcast she enjoyed and I listened to 4 episodes that evening so that we would have another shared interest.

I remember thinking that overall I’d overreacted with my panic. I had shown my subtle and even not so subtle signs of my adoration on multiple occasions and things were working out great. That was until that Thursday in mid December.

One of the tasks initially given to Isobel as part of her role was to upload a daily report to our database. Unfortunately I was called into a meeting with my boss’s boss where he highlighted the fact that a high number of days reports had been missed. I felt my heart sink and instantly scrambled to take the blame myself. I rambled on for a while until Mike cut through me and said the words I dreaded to hear “There are no two ways about it, you will need to give her a warning and report back to me why it wasn’t done.”

Isobel was on her lunch break when I left my meeting. This was great as it gave me additional time to enjoy anxiety induced sweating at the thought of having to criticise the embodiment of perfection and how she would respond. When she returned I took the view that it was best to treat this like ripping off a plaster so I immediately told her that we had to speak in the conference room. “Well that sounds ominous” Isobel responded sweetly.

I opted for the back conference room that was bitlis escort further out of the sight of peering eyes and also had no glass panel walls as the others did. I felt safer here.

“Isobel it has been brought to my attention that you have not been uploading the daily escalation report with the appropriate amount of consistency. This is a big problem as it means people may not know what the latest update is when they look at records.”

I used my most authoritative voice but I found it extremely hard to read her response. There was a glint in her eye which looked somewhat amused.

“I am going to have to give you a first verbal warning and ask you to sign this document stating that you know this task must be completed everyday going forward.”

A big grin formed on Isobel’s beautiful face. “Are you done?” I was taken aback by this, I didn’t know why it made me feel so powerless. Of course I knew we had a unique relationship and I was extremely aware of my feelings for her but this was work. I motioned as if I was going to respond and Isobel simply shook her head and said “Yep, you’re done.”

She was staring me directly in the eyes, total calm and total confidence. I held her gaze for what felt like a lifetime and then crumbling under the pressure I lowered my eyes to the desk between us causing a large smile to break out across Isobel’s face.

I was caught off guard by the friendly nature of her voice “You really are such a silly goose Peter! You told me that because I was doing such a great job you wanted bodrum escort me to focus on some more important aspects and that you would upload that report everyday. I’d noticed you were forgetting so I’ve still done most days to cover. Don’t you remember?”

This had not happened, I wanted to get angry. I wanted to tell her that this was nonsense and finish my verbal warning to her. I wanted her to walk all over me, I wanted to ensure my Goddess never got in trouble, I wanted to worship her, I wanted to agree with anything she wanted always and forever.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Say it properly, like you did in your message last month.”

“Yes I remember Goddess.”

With that, Isobel smiled, stood and began walking around the table until she stood in front of me. Instinctively I stood to meet her. Leant into my ear and whispered “good boy.” I cannot remember the last time I gulped that heavily.

“So pleased we got that all cleared up in the interest of fairness I assume you will be returning to whoever brought this to your attention and letting them know that you have remembered your mistake. Of course you will also need to catch-up on uploading all of those reports you missed!”

I went to affirmatively respond as I had done previously but Isobel did something that totally shocked me. She ever so slightly brought back her head and then brought it forward again spitting directly on my cheek. I felt so humiliated, so emasculated, so excited, so in love.

“You don’t need to answer, I know you will do as you are told. You best try not to get caught up speaking to anyone on your way back to your desk as you don’t have permission to wipe your face clean until every last one of the missing reports get uploaded. Okie dokie, good meeting!”

I can confirm that our database has now been fully updated.

To be continued…

Men of the Family Ch. 01

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My dad and I have never been very close. We’ve had our moments, laughed together, done cool things together, like going camping or upgrading computers, but we’ve never really been as close as he is with my brothers. I have two brothers, both of which are younger than me. They both like sports, like my dad, girls, like my dad, and are interested in the same things my dad is. Me, on the other hand, well I’m gay, but nobody in my family knows that, of course. I don’t like sports, and my dad and I don’t have much in common except for our affinity with technology.

I’ve wanted to compare his cock to mine for a long time, but recently I’ve been feeling a lot more lustful towards my dad. He’s got a pair of boxers that he wears to bed every night, and they aren’t exactly tight. They’re actually pretty loose, allowing for things to slip out once in a while. Two Christmases ago he was sitting on the couch by the tree, and I was on the floor opposite of him, and when I looked up, what did I see? Well, two wonderfully giant dad-balls staring back at me. I’ve got a thing for balls. Pretending to text a friend, I whipped out my phone and silently snapped a picture of those two magnificent testicles. He didn’t even notice that his ball sack was hanging out, or that I was the only one that noticed. That night I put them on my computer, and when nobody was around I jacked off while staring at his balls till I blew cum all over the hardwood beneath me.

After that I was sneaky about how often I looked for his big cock and balls. I would peer into his bedroom night after night, when he was wearing those loose boxers, hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock around the TV. Sometimes, when he moved, I would be able to see his penis peering back at me, but only momentarily before he would adjust his boxers again and hide it from me. He didn’t know I was watching of course, but it still felt like he was teasing me. One time he was even playing with his flaccid dick while looking at something on his iPod, so I grabbed my video camera and silently filmed him playing with his dick and balls. They were all loose and saggy, so I got an intant boner. I zoomed right in and saw him tugging on his dick, still soft, flipping it around and then rubbing his hairy nuts. I was so excited I stopped filming before he put his junk away, scuttled back to my room, dick in hand, and blew a huge wad of cum onto my bedroom floor while I watched and rewatched him fondle himself on camera. That video was the cause of many an orgasm for me over the next couple of months, until my computer broke and I lost all my files.

I didn’t just get off on watching his dick, either. Once when I was still exploring my body and my dick, I was lounging in the family room completely naked, with my clothes on the floor. Naturally, nobody was home, but I didn’t know when my dad would be getting home. After watching TV naked and with a soft penis for about 15 minutes, my dad walked in after getting back from a buisness trip. Frantic, I jumped up, yelled a hello back to him, and tried to dress, but he had already started walking towards the kitchen. I only had time to put on my shirt, but not put my arms through, when he walked by and started to say something.

“Hey Cli- oh, heh!” and then continued to go into the kitchen. I was so scared I couldn’t do anything but stand there with my soft cock and balls hanging down, not covered by my shirt, as he gestured towards them and walked off. After I had dressed, I started to go upstairs, when he said

“Wanna tell me what you were doing in there?”

“I was just sitting there naked.” I said, because I was. I walked into the kitchen and saw him making himself a sandwich.

“Really?” He asked, doubtfully.

“Yeah…” I responded, looking him in the eyes. He never brought it up again.

Long after that, whenever my mother and brothers weren’t home (and sometimes even when one of my brothers were home) I would jack myself off with my bedroom door open, Escort bayan compeltely naked, so if he came to talk to me he would get an eyefull of my dick. Once, I was masturbating on my bed, lower half positioned so that if he walked up to my bedroom he would see me jacking off. Eventually he did come up to ask me where I put something, but stopped in the hallway when he saw my penis being worked on and my balls flapping. He didn’t say anything about it, and I didn’t try to hide anything. When he said “Alright, thanks!” I started jacking off once more. I blew a huge load after that. He never mentioned it to me after.

Unfortunately after that he never did anything but get mad. Once I opened my door, lay down on my bed, and put my legs up, so that when I jacked off I could finger my asshole as well. My dad walked in, saw what I was doing, froze for a second, then walked out, telling me off. He then walked back in, closed my door, and didn’t say anything else. Almost immediately I blew my load all over my chest and face. I did this a couple more times, either sitting on my bed so that when he walked out of his bedroom he would see me rubbing my own dick, and usually told me, however roughly, to close my door. I would mumble an apology and walk to my door, dick in hand, to close it, always looking him in the eye and shooting off after the door had closed.

I would think about him coming into my room and punishing me for pleasuring myself with the door open, for him to see. I would continue to steal glimpses of his dick whenever I could, always imagining what it would feel like in my hands, my mouth, my ass. It looked so big, so menacing, so delicious. I continued jacking off with the door open for a little bit longer, getting caught about 4 or 5 times, always cumming amazingly after I knew he’d seen my cock.

Then I got a little more risky. It was Saturday night, and it was just me and him at home. My mom was visiting my aunt in Montreal, and my brothers were both sleeping over at friends’ houses, so my dad and I were at home. I saw my opportunity and leaped. When it was late enough, I changed into some of my own loose boxers, and a t-shirt, then brought my laptop downstairs into the living room which was attached to the hallway. My dad was already in his sleeping boxers when I came downstairs, but he stayed in his bedroom, moving things around looking for something.

I sat on the couch, and pulled my dick and balls out of the leg of my boxers. Then I put my laptop on my lap, over top of my package, creating a little tunnel for my smooth dick and balls to stay warm in. Soon, my dad quickly walked down the stairs, making his junk swing and move his boxers.

“Hey, have you seen my-” he froze when he saw my dick and balls sitting there, content, on the sofa, staring back at him. “-birkenstocks?” he finished, staring at my privates.

“Oh, uhm, no.” I replied, watching him lick his lips.

“I can, uh, see your penis and your balls, you know.” he said, still never looking away from them.

“Oh, sorry!” I pulled the leg of my boxers a bit, pretending to hide them, but really just exposing them more on the other side.

His boxers started to tent slightly.

“Is that better?” I said, my own penis starting to grow hard.

“Oh, uhm, yeah. Hey, hold on.” He said, taking a few steps over to me. On one knee, he reached down into my little tunnel, and rubbed his fingers over my saggy ball sack. I saw his own cock and hairy balls fall out of his boxers when one knee went up, and the other down. “Nice package you got here, Clint.”

I felt my dick jump when he made contact with my balls. I could feel his warm hands grasp my cleanshaven scrotum, twirling my balls around with his fingers, feeling them and making my dick even harder.

“Ohhhhhh,” I groaned, moving my laptop to the side, reaching down to do the same thing to his own massive balls.

When I grabbed them, they were really loose, and his own big dick Bayan escort was getting harder by the second. He moved his hand up to my now fully erect cock, as I began to tickle the head of his only slightly floppy dick. I finally grabbed around the whole thing, and my finger and thumb couldn’t reach all the way around it. He moved what extra skin I had left on my penis up and down with one hand, the other still playing with my balls.

With one of my hands then working up and down his big dick, the other bouncing his huge balls around, he slowly released the hand that was holding my dick and moved it to his mouth. He put his finger in his mouth and swirled it around, grabbing my balls around the sack and massaging them. When I realized what he was about to do I gripped his dick harder, bounced his hairy balls around, and got even stiffer. As I slid down the couch more to give him better access to my asshole, he took the finger, now thick and wet with his saliva, and moved it to my entrance.

“I saw you fingering you own ass that one day, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how tight and warm it must have been.”

As he said this, he moved his finger down to my puckered pink hole, and rubbed his spit around the outside of it. This made my dick let out a big drop of precum, which dribbeled down the front and onto my balls, eventually getting on his fingers.

He got up off his knees, and I pulled down his boxers for him. When the waistband relased his big cock, it bounced up and slapped him on the stomach. I looked at it, and my jaw dropped. It must have been about 9″ long, and 6.5″ around. I could already see some of his own precum starting to leak out the front of his pecker. He looked down, and with the finger he was using to massage my asshole, scooped up the leaking precum. He brought the finger back to my butthole, and worked the precum into the rest of this spit. As I grabbed his dick again, he moved his head down onto my own dick, taking it into his mouth. I squirmed with pleasure. My dad’s finger at my asshole, his huge cock in my hand, and his mouth on my dick, I was in ecstacy. Then, when he deemed my hole wet enough, he plunged his finger inside. I gasped with pleasure, and he sucked down harder on my dick. I grabbed his own dick harder, and stroked it as he took my entire 7 inches into his throat.

He kept working his finger around, deeper, deeper, adding another finger, and making me squirm even harder. Then he took his mouth off my dick, his fingers out of my asshole, and stood up in front of the couch. I slipped off my boxers and my t-shirt, and, now bare, got up with him. He picked me up, swinging my legs around his waist, so that my dick was pressed up against his stomach and his cock was poking my back. When we got upstairs to my bedroom, I threw myself onto my bed, and swung my legs up to my head. My dad crouched down at the edge of the bed and moved his face right up to my ass, then started ringing his tongue around my hole. I moaned in pleasure as he put his tongue into my hole and wiggled it around. He moved his hand up to my dick and started pumping that up and down, making my balls hit his forehead.

After a couple minutes of that, he got up and walked over to the side of the bed, where he crawled over top of me as I swung my legs down. He positioned himself with his legs over top of my head, so that his veiny cock and balls were hanging down towards my face. His dick was leaking precum as I lifted my head to take the head into my mouth and grabbed his balls with my right hand. He lowered his own head onto my dick, again putting the entire thing into his mouth. He spread his legs too, so that his own gigantic dick would be closer to my face. His balls fell on my nose, and as I inhaled I could smell the sweet and sticky aroma of his balls, cock, and even a little bit of his own hairy asshole. He relubricated his fingers and plunged three into my asshole, making my head go up and take in a whole 6 inches of his Escort big cock and making his balls cover my eyes completely. I moved my own fingers first into my mouth then to the enterance to his asshole, rubbing them around the outside and then putting just one finger into his amazing hole.

“Mmmmmmmmm.” I heard him moan in his deep voice. As he did this, my cock reverbrated in his mouth, and I forced my dick farthed down his throat. Then he took my balls into his mouth as well, which was quite a feat considering I take after him in the ball-size department. Now, with my dick and ball sack in his mouth, he started leaking spit all over my crotch, which dribbled down onto his fingers, which were still in my asshole. I put another one of my own fingers into his hole, making him moan again causing an amazing feeling in my dick and balls.

“I’m gonna cum” I said, as I relased his giant dick, and moved my tongue to his balls.

“Not yet you don’t,” he replied, “I’m gonna make you last a while.” He then got up, took his fingers out of my asshole, and tightly gripped the base of my dick, balls flopping over the tops of his fingers. I put his cock back in my mouth, and another finger into his asshole. I felt the need to cum subside, and felt my dick and balls go red and bulge as my dad squeezed it with his big hands.

Just then, he got up and crawled off the bed. Still holding onto my package, he walked around to my ass, and positioned his cock for entry to my hole. Still slick with spit from my sucking, he rubbed his cock on my also slippery asshole. I squirmed again, this time in anticipation for what I knew was inevitable.

“Please,” I begged him “please just fuck me.”

“You really want me to? Alright, here comes!” he said, as he forced just the head of his cock into my tight little hole, stretching me to the max and making precum ooze out the top of my dick, despite the grip he still held on it.

“Aaah!” I yelled, in pleasure, as it went in. My dad slowly pulled his cock head out of my ass, and then returned it, this time pushing in a little farther passed the head. Again I yelled in pleasure, which overcame the pain.

He kept working his big veiny cock in and out of my asshole, all the while gripping my own dick and balls with his big hands. Eventually he got the entire cock into my asshole, his balls pressed against my back.

“Get up.” he said, releasing my cock and balls as he helped me spin over to get up on my knees. The feeling of his dick spinning inside me was almost too much for me to handle, and I almost fell over. When I steadied myself, I could feel his big warm balls rubbing against my own. Then he took his big cock all the way out of my ass and then slammed it right back in to the hilt, making his balls bounce into mine.

“OH! Fuck!” I yelled, surprised by the force with which he fucked me, and by the pleasure I felt as my father’s monster cock forced its way into my body. He pulled out again, and slammed his cock back to the hilt in my ass.

“Yes!” I yelled, feeling the best pleasure I had ever felt, and dripping loads of precum onto my bed. He pulled out and shoved back in quickly a couple more times before he got a good rythym going.

Yelling like no tomorrow, he fucked me on my bed until I was panting so hard I had to lie down, leaving my ass in the air for my dad to fuck. I looked back at him, and saw him staring right back at me, sweat dripping down his pleasure-filled face just like mine. I felt his cock expand in my asshole as he brought it in and out, watched as his face went redder and he squeezed his eyes shut. I felt his cock throb over and over again after he shoved his penis into me, holding me there, tight against his body as his cock exploded jizz into my asshole. He yelled with each spasm, which made me moan with each huge blast of cum.

He collapsed on top of me, and we both landed in a puddle of my own cum. Apparently just getting fucked by my dad was enough to send me over the edge and cum without even touching my own penis.

We fell asleep like that, his cock slowly delating in my asshole as we lay beside each other on my bed.

I woke up with a smile on my face the next day.

Mom and the Mexican Gardener

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I arrived home very early from my summer job. I had been home from college for a couple days, and that meant I could have a relaxing day. I had read my work schedule wrong and I wasn’t supposed to work that day. ‘Fine by me,’ I thought as I u-turned for home. As I walked in the kitchen, I saw a commotion outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my mom and our Mexican gardener, Luis. Luis was a tall, rugged looking man. At least 6’4” with a husky build. Mom, on the other hand, at age 44 was still a looker.

Upon closer examination outside, Luis was doing more than just looking. Mom was kicking and screaming as Luis was fondling her right in the garden!

Mom’s khaki shorts covered her shapely, little bottom and legs, but she was topless. Her bra and blouse had been tossed to the side, and her big jugs were bobbling around as she fought her captor. Her shoulder-length brown hair was flailing wildly as he tried to kiss her. After more struggling, she broke away and actually tried to flee across the yard toward the house, her tits flying all over as she ran. But the large Mexican grabbed her within a few feet. He wrapped her up from behind, and roughly squeezed both of her tits. I could see her white tit flesh squeezing out between his darker fingers. He jiggled and mauled her two large jugs from behind as Mom screamed.

After he grew tired of that, Luis dragged Mom back over to our house’s full-length window, and threw her up against it, her face pinned against the window. I crouched down behind the couch with a great view. With the sheer size suriyeli porno of Luis, I wasn’t about to intervene for fear of being absolutely destroyed.

Luis continued kneading her big tits, which were now only a few feet away from me on the other side of the window. The window was thin enough that I could hear Mom’s whimpers and sobs, and the shuffling of feet on the deck. Luis yanked her shorts down off of her with one quick jerk, and Mom was naked except for her golden necklace, earrings, and sandals. The teasing slut wasn’t even wearing panties! I had always caught Luis looking at mom as she bent over in the garden.

Apparently, he was tired of her teasing and decided to take action. He then pushed her torso against the window. Her tits were humiliatingly mashed against the glass, her nipples, areolas and much of her pale tits were comically flattened. Then Luis fell to his knees, and buried his face into mom’s ass crack. I could see him working his tongue into her asshole as mom moaned and squirmed against the window.

Luis quickly dropped his pants, exposing a long, dark dick surrounded with black pubic hair. He took aim at Mom’s pussy from behind, and rammed it in hard. Mom screamed.

Luis had pulled Mom’s hips away from the window. Her hands were against the window supporting her, as she leaned over. Her tits were dangling straight down and jiggling all over. I could see her ass flesh ripple as the large, older Mexican humped her from behind. He moved his hands down her sides, and grabbed her hanging tits. twitter porno Mom’s head was hanging down, her brown hair covering her face. She had a helpless, pleading look on her face. But I just sat there, with a hard on, watching her naked body get raped. Eventually, she stopped resisting and just took it.

Luis had withdrawn his cock from her pussy, and was mashing it into her ass crack. With some work, he was able to slide into her asshole and butt fuck her as she groaned louder, openly sobbing. He reached around her and toyed with her pussy and her clit. In a matter of seconds, it seemed, mom was almost willing. It wasn’t long until mom’s facial expression transformed and I was staring right at her ‘o face.’

“UNNNKKGGGG! AAH! HUNNNNNNGGG!” Mom grunted hoarsely, in a very unladylike fashion, making sounds I’ve never heard her make before. If our house weren’t so private, neighbors surely would’ve heard pig-like grunts.

Mom was gyrating all over, her tits and hair flying, her knees buckling, until Luis stopped thrusting and let go of her. Mom fell onto her knees where she was left a sobbing, sweaty, cumming, and moaning mess as Luis leaned back in a deck chair in victory.

It wasn’t long until I had to change locations to the hallway. Luis had grabbed a chunk of mom’s hair and basically dragged her inside the house, and into the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, he put his feet up on the coffee table and made himself at home. As she stood in front of him, he looked over my naked mom as travesti porno if she was some kind of prize. Her head down, with his cum dripping down her legs, her hair messed up. She looked defeated as he pulled her by her hips toward him. My once conservative mom was now his sex toy. Luis was staring at the proper housewife’s most private parts. Immediately, he buried his face into her wet pussy, causing her to yelp.

After about five minutes of this, she more than willing as I noticed her knees starting to buckle. She then lifted one leg on the couch to give him better access. The slut! Seconds later she was yelping repeatedly as she came.

“OOH OOOH AAEEH! AAAAHH!” mom was moaning and writhing on the couch like a bitch in heat. Then, I watched as Luis suddenly moved from lapping at her cunt to biting her inner thigh right next to her pussy lips. She screamed with pain as she started to cum again, while also recoiling from the bite. But the Mexican held fast with his jaw and started to gnaw on the side opposite the first bite.

“mmmhhh AAahhhh OOOOHH! YYYYYEAAAAAOOOOWWHHH!”My mother whimpered and moaned like a cheap slut, as he cpntinued his assault.

“You’re a mess, chica. Why don’t you go clean up. Oh, and put on some sexy underwear and bra for me, sweetheart,” he added.

“Please, just leave me alone,” mom pleaded.

“You say that, but that wet pussy says other wise, senorita,” Luis replied smugly.

“Oh, before you go.” She stopped in his tracks. Luis got up and grabbed her hair and twisted it sideways as he kissed her roughly, sticking his tongue down her throat.

“All right, bitch. Clean yourself.” He said, sending her off with a loud slap on her ass, laughing. Luis grinned as he watched mom’s ass sway back and forth as she limped away like wounded prey. I had a feeling my mom was going to have a long day.

Insomnia

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Sanya watched the curtains bluster outward. Or was it inward? They were moving towards her and away from the open window. It was these types of questions she pondered when sleep despised her presence. As far as she was aware, there were no Gods or Goddesses of sleep to offend, but she was beginning to wonder if some sort of sacrifice might be in order anyway.

She lifted her wrist grudgingly to see what time it was. On the final ascent to her face she remembered she’d ditched the watch hours ago with a nice toss towards the far wall. She’d gotten tired of knowing how few hours for sleep she still had to grab before her alarm clock blared. Speaking of which, where had she hidden her alarm clock this time? Oh well, she’d remember soon enough when it went off in its hideously soul piercing call of doom.

Drumming her fingers on her stomach, she pinched at her satin night slip. It clung to her in an annoying way. It felt more like a mourning shroud than something sexy and alluring. Not that anyone was there to take in the way it draped over her perky breasts, dipping just slightly into her cleavage, suggestive of a hidden landscape ready for exploration.

Deciding whether to take it off or leave it on was her next predicament. Moving would show defeat in the eyes of sleep. Did she want to admit she’d been a failure at sleep again? Not that being frozen in nearly one place was conducive to sleep. Damn, life questions were too much to face alone, in the dark when too exhausted to sleep. Of course had she been able to sleep any of the previous nights she wouldn’t be exhausted.

Sanya put a track mark of teeth down her lower lip. There was still the remnant of her cherry lip gloss. It was wrong, just wrong that no one else’s teeth or tongue was wicking away the last taste of cherry for her. Life wasn’t fair.

Here she was in an expensive night slip, her hair was freshly washed and conditioned for lively buoyancy, according to the label, and she had the dorm room to herself. This wasn’t even taking into consideration her kickass body from being on the gymnastic’s team.

Her mind harkened back to class earlier in the day about the fall of the Roman Republic and Caesar’s antics. Maybe it was time to relive history and go and conquer a sex slave for her very own. Caesar never had a cold tent at night. Now thousands of years later she was living with indoor plumbing and heat but her mattress was getting cold.

She punched her mattress for its insolence in only supporting her and sat up. It was time to go and hunt for a man. If Caesar could do it, so could she. She had Roman blood in her on her father’s side after all. An army wasn’t in her arsenal, but her legs could slay by contour alone and her slip did leave a lot of her body available for eyes to prey on. The little bit of her body covered could easily be shoved out of the way by insistent hands. Battle ready she was. Now she just needed an available cock to soothe her tired limbs by and thereby be granted the blessing of euphoria induced sleep. Now that would have been a great Roman name for a woman. Euphoria.

Sanya mentally jotted down that idea in her brain so she could bring it up in class and watch the men try to refrain from squirming and her teacher play with his suspenders. She did notice he played with his suspenders a lot when she opened her mouth or waltzed by him to find a place to sit. Suspenders were a great guide into the lower regions of a man’s anatomy. Men should wear them far more often than they did, she rationalized, shifting her legs off the side of the bed and getting to her feet.

Shoes and slippers were unnecessary. At this time of the night, the only place she was going to find a captive was in the TV room at the end of the hall. Maybe, if luck was going to bless her, like it often had Caesar, a poor pitiful, male, soul would be watching TV instead of faking sleep. A poor pitiful, male, soul that didn’t have a Macedonian war-prone, girlfriend hidden away would be even better. But she was desperate and would deal with any ignited war flames later, after she’d had her conquest and was satiated.

Giving her hair a toss to undo any damage Betturkey lying down had done, she slipped quietly over the carpet out of habit. Not that her roommate came back much. Bitch. How dare she be more successful in bed than her.

At the door she turned the nob and listened. It was one thing to go half naked into a room that might be empty, but she really didn’t want her floor masturbating to her image if she wasn’t going to get any action out of it.

Outside sounded empty, so she shifted into the hall and left the door ajar behind her. An exit plan was always a smart move history taught, and she prided herself on being a fast learner who could apply history to daily life.

Sanya opted for silence over speed and proceeded down the hall under as much stealth as her poorly clad body allowed for. She certainly wasn’t going to fade into the institutional off -white paint should somebody’s door open to answer the call of a bladder or middle of the night hunger pain.

She now stood pressed against the door frame, her neck craning around the open door to see what exploits lay in wait.

Ah, the gods of sleep might not look kindly on her, but clearly the priestesses of sex did put in a good word for her. One, lonely, soul was contained by the room. And it was a man. Cock be with her.

The guy’s back was to her as he slumped down in the sofa angled for prime TV viewing. Either he was asleep or her gymnastics were coming into use. Had she wanted, she could leap onto the sofa right now, but she needed her prey alive, not in the ER from a heart attack.

Hair style was too college male to help in identification so she crept closer. Not that it really mattered who he was, but it seemed polite to at least know who she was about to confront.

It was the shirt that eventually gave it away. Only one man that she could remember was married to grey plaid shirts and khaki pants, and that man was Xander. For his sake, she hoped the name was short for Alexander and not something his parents had intentionally done to him. It was almost as bad as misspelling women’s names to make them sound cuter. How emasculating.

Xander was room number four-zero-four. Sanya noted in her in internal filing system in case she decided to start marking territory later. You never knew when sex would turn to civil war on campus.

He still was comatose.

Sanya looked up at the TV. The sound was too low to hear, but it was clearly a nature show about the less than moralistic sexual practices of ducks. Interesting nighttime choice but then again at this unholy hour the choices were probably limited as the TV didn’t pick up cable stations.

Sanya approached as close as she dared before he might notice her presence looming over him. “You know,” she said huskily, “males have to impress the females with their looks and prowess before a female will consent to sex without force in the animal kingdom.”

She knew it wasn’t entirely true, but it got the point across and proved he was alive and breathing as his body stuttered in a failed jump then fell back onto the sofa. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, leaning over the sofa and grabbing onto his shirt collar, “I don’t expect much from you tonight. You can just lie there and let me do all the work. I just need you for your cock.”

Xander started to open his mouth.

Sanya placed a hand over his mouth. “Shh, don’t blow this for me by talking. Like I said, you playing dead is just fine by me, and I really don’t think you want an audience, do you? Or are you into that sort of thing?”

Sanya’s hand shook his head back and forth for him. “Good, but depending on how well you please me we can negotiate that for another night,” she paused with a glint in her eyes, “perhaps.”

In a well-practiced move out of the context of normal gym equipment, she let go of Xander, grabbed hold of the sofa’s top edge and jumped up, legs out wide in a split. One hand came up and let the other pivot so her legs whipped around and she came down with enough force to pin Xander under her as she faced him off.

Xander’s eyes fought for which would out bulge the other Betturkey Giriş as his diaphragm let out all the air his lungs had stored up. He actually began to cough and wheeze.

“Now really pull yourself together. I can’t have you going emphysema on me when I’m this close to fucking you. I’ll even let you come if you want though that is a side issue to my own orgasm. I’m that considerate a person.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled. Her thighs tensed to show him what he was up against.

She leaned forward and cupped each of his shoulder with her grip to push him back into the sofa. “You learn only so much from nature shows. Sometimes you have to get in field experience to really know what life is like.”

Xander sat under her paralytic.

“Come on, I’ve seen the way you and all the other guys look at me. You can’t deny you wanted to fuck me, and here I am. So let’s do this nice and quietly.” Her off hand slowly released its clasp.

Xander’s mouth opened but nothing came out.

“You know,” Sanya pondered his mouth, “men are best when not talking. It’s not like I can believe anything that comes out of your mouth anyway. And certainly no one you tell this too will. So really it’s best you just shut up before you even start.”

Xander’s mouth hung open for a moment then shut.

“Much better, and I like how well you follow directions.”

Xander’s eyes dilated.

“Now this is how we’re going to play this out,” Sanya patted his shoulder. “I’m going to get that dick of yours out for inspection. If I like what I see, I’m going to mount you and pump up and down until I’m dripping wet. Don’t even think of moving those hips of yours. This is my pole vault and routine. I don’t like competition when I’m in it for the win. Got it?” She waited to see if his head would bob. It did. “Good.”

Watching him, she assessed the body under her, a bulge propping up his pants and hitting at her unclad pussy.

“Well now, that’s more like it. I was beginning to think you were calling me ugly,” she pouted. “That would make me angry and less inclined to let you have any pleasure from this. I don’t like being put down. I get cranky.” She wrinkled her nose.

In answer, his cock butted her through the khakis, and he quietly groaned.

“Aw, does the poor cock want freedom? Are you being pinched?” She pressed her free hand down on the bulge to push it between his legs.

Those very legs fought against her, but she didn’t relent until she saw him biting his lip to the breaking point.

“Wimp.” She slowly let the bulge spring back.

She flicked her finger at the bulge and laughed as it contracted away then rammed right back into stretching his pants towards her. “Aw, how cute is that. So ready to come out and play. I like that.” She smiled and pinched the bulge between her palms, trying to get her palms to meet up.

Xander’s ass pressed into the sofa, but his cock and bulge stayed where it was, trapped in her grip. He choked back a growl which made her try again to press him flat like an iron.

“Remember who is in control here. You know that’s me, right?” She let up on the pressure then intensified it in one last offensive strike.

Xander tried to bob his head without moving his legs or torso.

“I knew I liked you. You’re a fast learner. I see that as a sign of respect.” She let the captive cock go and watched the bulge lash about like a caught fish deprived of water.

“Hmm, button or no button? Do I just go for the zipper? If you try to squirm away you get trapped by your own clothing, maybe even snag your tender self on the ends of the zipper?”

Xander closed his eyes.

“Fine be that way. Cower in the darkness of your own oblivion.” Sanya pulled down the zipper ignoring any reticence the tines or fabric had. Her hand darted in and snatched at the cock through the fly of his boxers, yanking it out of cover.

The legs under her tensed and stayed that way.

“Does this make you a scaredy pants?” Sanya laughed, ignoring the fact Xander didn’t join in with the merriment.

A hand flat to his chest helped her raise up Betturkey Güncel Giriş so there was enough of a gap between them that she could stick the tip of his hard cock into her. Lubrication was not an issue, and she ignored any tightness that might have appreciated a slow procession. Accompanied by a mutual grunt, she bore down on him with one swift push that buried him deep within her.

Now she was back to the split on top of him and a large smile on her face. Her eye lids fluttered and her throat relaxed into a sigh. “This really is so much better than sleeping pills.”

Xander didn’t answer, but one eye did open to snatch a look at her then close.

“You ready for my routine? You do play an important part. Equipment should never be taken for granted. Someone needs to oil and care for the wood.” She pinched his lip between her thumb and pointer to dissuade talking back. “You might want to grab onto the back of the sofa. I’ll be miffed if you slide and disrupt my mount.”

Xander’s hands flew up to the top of the sofa and latched on clamp-like.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her trimmed nails digging into his shoulder blades and back of neck. The shoulders blades were cloth protected, but the neck was bare skin with a smattering of curly hair to ensnare.

Sanya tested her mount, seeking the point of balance as her hips rotated and rocked back and forth, bending and twisting him in her so he touched all the good parts. At the slightest hint he might be making a sound, she let up on one hand to slap him across the cheek then return to her normal position.

Base of her palms rammed under his collar bone as she started to push up and down. Her legs used the friction of the sofa to help in the ascent and then slide out as she started slowly then revved up, pummeling his balls with each premeditated crash down.

To prevent a cramp from forming in her hands, she released the kinks with a slap to each side of his face. Her glazed eyes didn’t catch the look on his face as she went back to her shoulder crush on him.

She felt his cock grow, pressing down on her stretched perineum. She reveled in the pressure and pressed down on his thighs with her ass, wishing she could take his balls inside her too, but liking the way they squirmed against her as she let gravity win momentarily.

Need built with each twitch of his cock, refusing to listen to her admonitions of being still. The animal was alive and she wanted to tame it back, make it beg for mercy, beg for release. Her hips swayed in a gentle back and forth motion, but her control began to ebb away. The animal inside her was ready for the kill. She could smell him now wanting her and it ate away at her control.

Her hips upped the speed and ferocity of hitting into his stomach. Clit against hairy balls and groin sent her close to the edge. Part of her wanted to hold on a bit longer, but her body had other ideas and overruled desire for lust.

Hips were now on autopilot, knowing just how to jut back and forth to force his body to please every bare piece of pussy that grabbed at him. Her muscled seized his cock as her clit ignited into sparks that travelled up her spine and shot out her head.

Euphoria had started with the first wave.

Her fingers dug into his neck, pieces of his skin building up under her nails. Her torso rotated, forming a cyclic oval with his cock locked inside. She twisted and bent him to her will, her need, as she squirmed to get her clit as satiated as her g-spot. Bending towards his chest, she angled his cock right up deep inside to the spot that crested her over on a second wave of spasms that left her drenched inside and out.

Loosing cohesion, her body slumped onto him, spine and muscles no longer enough to keep her erect. As her head eddied in and out of consciousness she realized he was no longer erect either.

With the last hint of arm strength she levered herself up enough. “Get out of me.”

Xander shakily moved his arm and with robotic motion pulled himself out limp.

Sanya retracted her legs and slid down him, landing with a gentle thump on the floor. Using his knees, she hauled herself up onto faltering legs and looked down at him.

Nodding, she shuffled out of the room, trying to get her night slip back in place over her thighs. She tugged at the hem to get it covering enough ass and thigh. It was time to finish off the night with sleep.