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Ich wache auf. Ich liege immer noch auf dem Bett und ich trage immer noch Nadines Tanga. Ich drehe mich auf die Seite und blicke auf den Radiowecker. Es ist kurz nach Drei Uhr.

Ich könnte jetzt ein Selfie machen und es Nadine schicken, aber das wäre doch plump und langweilig. Ich habe eine Idee, aber die kann ich besser im Stall umsetzen. Der kleine Tüllhaufen wird größer und wächst zu einem schwarzen Leuchtturm mit violettem Lampenhaus. Der Leuchtturm steht auf einer einsamen Leopardeninsel. Lampenhaus und Leuchtturm tragen allerdings noch Spuren eines Ausbruchs.

Also schnell ins Bad und unter die Dusche. Das Etwas darf sicher nur von Hand gewaschen werden. Also interpretiere ich den Begriff Handwäsche neu und seife meinen Bauch, meinen Schoß und meinen Hintern gründlich ein und widme mich dann dem Etwas auf meinem Schwanz. Ich massiere Etwas, Schwanz und Eier einfach mit Duschgel ein und spüle dann alles gründlich ab. Trocknen kann das Etwas auf seinem Heizstab.

Es ist kurz vor Vier. Wenn ich jetzt losfahre, habe ich genügend Zeit, um meine Fotoidee auszuprobieren, bevor ich füttern muß. Also schnappe ich meine Sachen und schließe die Haustür hinter mir. Jetzt muß ich den Weg zur Straße gehen und dann einmal ums Haus, wo mein Wagen in der Einfahrt steht. Ich atme tief durch und gehe los. Das Herz schlägt mir bis zum Hals. Ich schwitze wie verrückt. Ich bekomme kaum den Schlüssel in die Autotür, so sehr zittre ich. Endlich! Die Tür ist offen, nichts wie rein! Geschafft. Ich zittre immer noch. Ich bin komplett irre! Was, wenn mich jemand gesehen hätte? Hat etwa jemand? Sieht nicht so aus. Die Jalousien sind überall zu und Licht brennt auch nirgendwo. „Der frühe Vogel hat ´nen Wurm”, stelle ich mit einem Blick auf mein Gemächt in seiner Geschenkverpackung fest. Der Tüllschlauch ist verlassen und liegt nutzlos in meinem Schoß. Jetzt aber los!

Ich zittre immer noch vor Aufregung , mein Puls beruhigt sich nur langsam. Was stelle ich mich so an? Streng genommen bin ich ja gar nicht nackt. Ich gewöhne mich langsam an das Nackt-Fahren. Auf der Landstraße sehe ich hinter mir ein paar Scheinwerfer. Sie kommen näher. Eine Minute später sehe ich einen Transporter direkt hinter mir, als er auch schon zum Überholen ansetzt. An dieser Stelle ich die Straße eben, gerade und breit und wegen der nahen Autobahnauffahrt mit Laternen beleuchtet. Als der Fahrer auf meiner Höhe ist, schaue ich zu ihm auf und er, ja, er schaut zu mir herüber. Er verringert seine Geschwindigkeit und schaut abwechselnd auf die Straße und auf mich. Ich lächle. Er lächelt ebenfalls und gibt Gas. Er schert vor mir ein und dann sehe ich kurz sein Warnblinklicht. Dann gibt er wieder Vollgas.

Auf dem Hof angekommen, gehe ich in den Stall und gehe zu einem Sack Möhren, der vor einer Box liegt. Ich suche eine große und dicke Möhre aus. Ich stelle meine kleine Digitalkamera auf Hüfthöhe auf und kontrolliere den Bildausschnitt. Die Kamera liegt immer im Auto, falls ich bei einem Unfall mal Fotos brauche. Dann ziehe ich das Etwas aus und steige anders herum wieder ein. Der Tüllschlauch hängt jetzt vor meinem Hintern. Dann nehme ich die Möhre und klemme sie mit zwischen die Pobacken und und fummle den Tüllschlauch über den biologisch abbaubaren Dildo. So eire ich zur Kamera und programmiere den Selbstauslöser. Dann eire ich wieder zurück auf meine Position und drehe mich so, daß ich ein Halbprofil meines Hinterns bekommen müßte. Der Selbstauslöser klickt und die Kamera blitzt. Perfekt!

Ich ziehe das Etwas aus und lege die Möhre beiseite. Dann greife ich nach der Kamera und kontrolliere die Aufnahme. Technisch ist sie in Ordnung aber das Bild ist Mist. Das Etwas sitz überhaupt nicht und die Möhre hängt auf halb Neun.

Ich überlege, was ich besser machen kann, habe aber keine zündende Idee. Also bringe ich das Etwas und die Kamera ins Auto und ziehe mich an. Ich will gerade mit der Stallarbeit anfangen, als ich doch noch einmal die Kamera zur Hand nehme und lösche das Bild. „Satz mit X.”

Man soll ja auch mal alte Gewohnheiten durchbrechen und so mache ich den Stall heute textil. Nach der Pleite mit dem Foto war einfach die Luft raus. Keine Lust auf nackt sein mehr. Was wird Nadine sagen?

„Hallo Süßer! Wo steckst Du? Hast Du mein Foto?”, ruft Nadine fröhlich in die Stallgasse „Guten Morgen, Nadine! Bin ich so spät dran, oder bist Du früher als sonst?” frage ich sie ausweichend. „Ich bin früher aufgewacht als sonst und dann bin ich einfach aufgestanden. Deswegen bin ich heute fast eine halbe Stunde früher als sonst hier. Aber sag schon: Hast Du ein Foto für mich? Ich bin richtig gespannt!”

„Tut mir leid, Nadine. Ich habe leider kein Foto für Dich. Ich habe es probiert und es hat nicht funktioniert. Kann ich stattdessen etwas anderes tun, damit Du nicht enttäuscht bist und ich mich für Dein Geschenk bedanken kann?”

„Du bist doof, Marc! Es kann doch nicht so schwer sein, sich eine Unterhose anzuziehen und sich damit zu fotografieren!” „Eine Unterhose nennst Du dieses sündige Etwas!? Hör mal, ich kann mich doch konyaaltı escort nicht einfach darin fotografieren und Dir das Bild geben. Ich wäre mir ja noch nicht einmal ganz sicher, ob ich so ein Bild meiner Freundin zeigen würde, wenn ich eine hätte.”

„Ja, wenn Du eine hättest! Wenn Du das so siehst, dann weiß ich ja endlich mal, wie wenig Du mir vertraust. Schade!”

„Du glaubst, ich vertraue Dir nicht? OK! Truth or dare! Dare habe ich versemmelt. Bleibt nur noch Truth. Überleg Dir eine Frage und ich beantworte sie Dir. Versprochen!”

„Das hast Du bei dem Foto auch schon gesagt.” Sie blitzt mich zornig an. „Gut, versuchen wir´s. Ich überleg´mir eine Frage und Du beantwortest sie mir. Aber eine Ein-Satz-Antwort akzeptiere ich nicht. Ich möchte dann die ganze Geschichte dazu hören.”

„Einverstanden.” Ich reiche Nadine die Hand und sie schlägt ein.

Worauf habe ich mich da eingelassen. Nacktfoto oder ein höchstwahrscheinlich oberpeinliches Geständnis. Mir wird heiß und kalt und mein Herz schlägt wieder bis zum Hals. „Du wirst ja jetzt schon knallrot! Dabei habe ich doch selbst noch gar keine Idee, was ich Dich fragen könnte.” Nadines Augen blitzen gefährlich.

Dann schnappt sie sich eine Schubkarre und eine Mistgabel und verschwindet in den anderen Stall. Wir arbeiten beide weiter. So schweigsam war Nadine bis heute selten. Jeder Versuch meinerseits, eine Unterhaltung in Gang zu bringen, verläuft hoffnungslos im Sande.

Gegen 13 Uhr sind wir mit der Arbeit durch. Erschöpft setzen wir uns neben der Mistkule auf den Boden in die Sonne und lehnen uns an die Mauer. Ich versuche erst gar nicht mehr, ein Gespräch anzufangen. Ich öffne meine Wasserflasche und nehme einen großen Schluck. „Hattest Du schon einmal Sex mit einem Mann?” fragt sie unvermittelt und fast beiläufig. Wasser spritzt in hohem Bogen aus meinem Mund und ein lautes Prusten ist zu hören. „Was?” „Hattest Du schon einmal Sex mit einem Mann?” „Wie kommst Du denn darauf?”

„Hattest Du, oder hattest Du nicht?” Was soll ich jetzt sagen? Entrüstet verneinen, ist der erste große Impuls. Aber das wäre gelogen. Truth or dare! Bei dare habe ich sie schon enttäuscht. Durfte ich sie jetzt anlügen? Bilder rasen durch meinen Kopf. Ja, einmal hatte ich mit einem Mann Sex gehabt. Und das war aufregend. Und auch schön. Aber es war Sex. Eine Beziehung zu einem Mann könnte ich mir nicht vorstellen für mein Leben. So kam es auch nie wieder zu einem weiteren Abenteuer auf meinem Ufer.

„Ja.” „Wie, ja?” „Ja.” „Was, ja?” „Ja. Ich hatte schon einmal Sex mit einem Mann.” Es ist still. Ich dachte immer, daß es einen Heidenlärm macht, wenn die Welt zusammenbricht. Aber da habe ich mich getäuscht. Es ist mucksmäuschenstill und dann, nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit singt eine Amsel und irgendein Pferd zerlegt gerade seine Box. Und dann kommt von ganz weit her ein Wort. „Echt?”

„Ja, einmal, da war ich zwanzig.” „Krass. Eigentlich hatte ich geglaubt, Du hättest höchstens mal so mit zwölf, dreizehn vielleicht mal ein paar homoerotische Spielchen miterlebt. Wie das halt so ist, wenn Jungs und Mädels ihre Sexualität entdecken. Auf so eine Geschichte hatte ich mich eingestellt und ich war neugierig, was die Jungs dann so tun, wenn sie allein miteinander sind. Aber mit zwanzig?”

„Ich weiß, Du bist jetzt auf die Geschichte gespannt, oder nicht?” „Ja! Und wie!” „Gut. Möchtest Du sie jetzt hören?” „Ja, schon, aber wenn Du noch Zeit brauchst, um Deine Fassung wiederzuerlangen, dann ist das auch in Ordnung. Ich bin total erstaunt, daß Du das so unumwunden zugibst. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich das gebracht hätte, oder ob ich es nicht einfach brüsk von mir gewiesen hätte und beleidigt gewesen wäre. Das war total mutig. Und, mach Dir keine Sorgen: Du kannst mir vertrauen, so wie ich Dir auch vertraue. Ich weiß, daß Du noch nie mein Vertrauen mißbraucht hast und ich hoffe, daß Du andersrum auch weißt, daß Du mir vertrauen kannst.

„Gut.” Nadines Worte rauschen durch mein Hirn und werden bestenfalls im Stammhirn resorbiert. Ich erzähl Dir, was da war. Aber laß uns bitte zu Dir gehen. Hier kommen gleich die Tratschweiber zum Kaffeeklatsch auf dem dritten Hufschlag.” Nadine steht auf und hält mir ihre Hand hin. „Komm, laß uns gehen. Wir machen einen Schlenker über die Frittenschmiede. Siehste mal, war doch gut, daß ich heute so früh war. Jetzt haben wir richtig viel Zeit, bis ich heute Abend füttern muß. Und wenn Du bis dahin noch nicht fertig bist, reden wir heute Abend weiter. Guter Plan?” „Guter Plan.” Ich nicke und greife ihre Hand. Sie zieht mich mit einem großen Schwung hoch und ich bin noch nicht ganz in der Senkrechten, da spüre ich schon einen dicken Schmatzer auf meiner Wange.

„Ich vertrau Dir, Nadine.” Sage ich vermutlich etwas tonlos, obwohl ich es aus tiefstem Herzen so meine. Wir machen uns auf den Weg in Richtung Ortschaft. An der Bundesstraße liegt ein Imbiss, der in einem Container Fernfahrer, Vertreter sowie Land- und Pferdewirte mit schnellen und triefenden Kalorien muratpaşa escort versorgt. Es ist so eine Frittenschmiede, wie es sie in meiner Kindheit zuhauf gab. Die Schmiedin steht in der Kittelschürze hinter dem Tresen und ich habe jedesmal Sorge, daß ich Zigarettenasche in meinem Schälchen finde.

„Vier Bremsklötze und zwei große Pommes Schranke, bitte! Ist das in Ordnung, Marc?” „Hmm? Ja. Und für mich noch ´ne Currywurst! Ist schließlich meine Henkersmahlzeit.” , beantworte ich ihren fragenden Blick und zucke mit den Schultern. Nadine lächelt mich an. „Wenn das so ist, zahle ich für uns beide. Oder muß der Todeskandidat die Henkersmahlzeit selbst bezahlen?” „Ich glaube nicht. Das geht auf Staatskosten. Laß Dir eine Quittung geben, dann kannst Du es bei der Steuer geltend machen.” Wir lachen laut. Die Bedienung schaut uns böse an und bläst den Rauch ihrer Zigarette durch die Nasenlöcher. „Wenn es Euch hier nicht schmeckt: In der Bismarckstraße ist die Döner-Bude.” „Ja, danke, Frau Koslvsky. Alles Bestens! Wir möchten keinen Döner sondern ihre wunderbaren, unbeschreiblichen Fritten.” wiegelt Nadine schnell ab. „Mitnehmen oder hier essen? Mitnehmen, Frau Koslovsky!”, setzt Nadine die Verhandlungen fort. „Elf fünfundachtzig.”, ruft Frau Koslovsky die zu zahlende Summe aus. Nadine bezahlt und ich greife mir die Tüte mit unserem Mittagessen.

Dann gehen wir ein Stück des Weges zurück und biegen zu Nadines Wohnung ab. Sie wohnt in einem kleinen Fachwerkhaus, das einsam an einer kleinen Straße liegt.. Es war sicher einmal ein Gesindehaus eines Bauernhofes. Nadines Eltern haben es gekauft und ihr als „Aussteuer” überlassen. Es ist ein kleines Paradies, aus der Zeit gefallen. Immer wenn wir hier sind, denke ich an die Höfe rund um meinen Heimatort, wo es damals auch noch solche Gesindehäuser und alte windige Feldscheunen gab.

Wir setzen uns neben dem Haus in die Sonne. Wir sitzen auf der Erde und lehnen uns an der Hauswand an. Dann packen wir unsere Picknicktüte aus. Nadine steht noch einmal auf, geht ins Haus und kehrt mit zwei Flaschen Bier zurück. „Du rechnest wohl mit einer Fortsetzungsgeschichte, oder?” Ich schaue sie fragend an. „Wieso? Ich dachte einfach, daß Du nicht ganz nüchtern aufs Schafott gehen willst. Außerdem hilft Dir diese bewußtseinserweiternde Hopfenbrause vielleicht bei Deinem Geständnis?!?”

„Danke, Du hast mich überzeugt.” Kann ich notfalls bei Dir übernachten? Falls noch das ein oder andere Tässchen hinzukommt und meine Fahrtauglichkeit nicht mehr gewährleistet ist….”

„Geht klar. Kannst im Wohnzimmer schlafen. Kennst Du ja schon von meinem Geburtstag.” „Jipp!”

„Also, nach dem, was Du vorhin gesagt hast, was Du für eine Antwort von mir erwartet hättest, dann hatte ich genau genommen zweimal Sex mit einem Mann. Zweimal mit dem selben Kerl. Dich interessiert wahrscheinlich eher unser zweites erotisches Zusammentreffen?!?”

„Ja schon, aber wie Du willst. Darf ich zwischendurch fragen, wenn ich glaube, etwas nicht verstanden zu haben, oder willst Du lieber in Ruhe erzählen, ohne unterbrochen zu werden?” „Können wir es erst einmal mit am Stück erzählen versuchen? Wäre mir im Moment lieber. Wenn es nicht funktioniert, machen wir es anders?!” „Gut.”

Ich war nach der Arbeit noch an unserer Talsperre, um eine Runde zu schwimmen. Wie eigentlich immer ging ich in einen der Bereiche, wo die meisten Leute nackt badeten. Ich zog mich aus, legte meine Sachen auf einen Haufen und richtete mich wieder auf. Damals war es noch äußerst ungewöhnlich, daß sich ein Mensch die Schamhaare rasierte. Bei einem Mann galt das quasi als unmöglich. Daher war mir schon beim Aufrichten klar, daß wieder Leute da wären, die mich anstarren. Ich schaute mich kurz um und sah ein paar Leute, denen ich öfters hier begegnete und einige unbekannte Gesichter. Ich ging zum Wasser und ließ mich betrachten. Das Wasser war nicht sonderlich warm, so daß ich langsam hinein ging. Ich schwamm eine große Runde und wechselte immer wieder zwischen Brustschwimmen und Rückenkraulen.

Etwa eine Viertel Stunde später stieg ich wieder aus dem Wasser. Das Publikum auf der Wiese war deutlich weniger geworden und hatte auch seine Struktur stark verändert. Der Altersdurchschnitt war deutlich gesunken. Die Familien waren auf dem Heimweg und zwei jungen Pärchen schlendern langsam auf die Wiese. Die Jugendlichen schauten mir viel unverhohlener auf meinen blanken, nassen Körper als die älteren Familienväter und Mütter es getan hatten. Ich war diese Blicke längst gewohnt und nahm sie nur noch nebenbei wahr. Als ich den Haufen mit meinen Klamotten erreicht hatte, setzte ich mich hin, um zu trocknen. Ein Handtuch nahm ich eigentlich nie mit, wenn ich nach der Arbeit noch Schwimmen ging.

„Marc, bist Du das?” Ich schaute in die Runde. „Oh, hallo Daniel! Das ist ja mal eine Überraschung! Dich habe ich hier ja noch nie gesehen.” Daniel stand in T-Shirt und Shorts vor mir. Er war ein Jahr jünger als ich.

„Ich bin meist mit meiner Clique hier serik escort und dann kommen wir in der Regel erst abends her. Aber heute ist hier nicht mehr viel los. Die treffen sich alle auf der Kirmes.” erklärte Daniel. „Ach, stimmt ja! Das habe ich ganz vergessen! Ich habe mich schon gewundert, warum es so leer geworden ist.” antwortete ich ihm.

„Gehst Du auch noch auf die Kirmes?” fragte Daniel. „Ich glaube nicht. Keine Lust. Ich bleib lieber noch ein wenig hier und geh dann nach Hause.” „Ich würd’ jetzt gern erst einmal kurz ins Wasser gehen. Bist Du gleich noch da? Dann können wir noch ein bischen quatschen, wenn Du magst.” Ich schaute zu ihm auf, überlegte einen Augenblick und nickte dann. „Ja, in Ordnung. Soll ich uns am Kiosk was zu trinken besorgen?” „Nicht nötig, ich war auf dem Weg hierher an einer Tankstelle und hab’ ein Sixpack gekauft.”

„Daniel! Ich dachte, ein Sixpack erarbeitet Du Dir in der Muckibude!” Wir grinsten uns an. Er holte ein Handtuch aus seiner Tasche und breitete es neben mir aus. „Setzt Dich doch aufs Handtuch. Mußt doch nicht mit dem blanken Arsch im Gras sitzen!” Er zwinkerte mir zu. „Solange ich da kein Moos ansetzen, ist doch alles bestens!”

Daniel zog sein T-Shirt über den Kopf und lies es auf das Handtuch fallen. Sein Oberkörper war schlank und sah attraktiv aus, auch wenn das Sixpack in der Tasche lag und nicht seinen Bauch stählte. Seine Brust war behaart, wenn auch nicht besonders stark. Oder fiel die rotblonde Körperbehaarung auf seiner hellen, sommersprossigen Haut einfach weniger auf? Er streifte seine Schuhe von den Füßen, geriet dabei leicht aus der Balance. Er zog seine Shorts und seine Socken aus und stand in einem feuerroten Slip vor mir. Ich meinte, eine leichte Beule in seinem Slip auszumachen. Ohne weiteres Zögern streifte er den Slip über die Hüften und ließ ihn einfach seine Schenkel hinunter gleiten. Sein Glied war halbsteif und war eingefasst von einem üppigen rotblonden Dschungel. Er beugte sich zu seiner Tasche, kramte darin herum und reichte mir schließlich eine Dose Bier. Er richtete sich auf. “Bis gleich!” “Jipp!” Er drehte sich zum Wasser und ging los. Die Muskeln auf seinem Hintern und an seinen Schenkeln zeichneten sich deutlich bei jeder Bewegung ab.

Ich stellte die Bierdose neben mir ab und blickte ihm hinterher, als er ins Wasser stieg und langsam immer tiefer ins Wasser ging. Schließlich war nur noch sein roter Haarschopf zu sehen. In diesem Moment sprang ich auf und lief ihm hinterher. Ich rannte ins Wasser, daß es nur so spritzte und warf mich mit einem weiten Sprung nach vorne ins Wasser und hatte ihn so bereits fast eingeholt.

„Ich brauche doch noch eine äußerliche Abkühlung!” stieß ich unter angestrengten Atemzügen hervor und zog mit ein paar Krautzügen an ihm vorbei. Dann drehte ich mich auf den Rücken und rief: Bis zu der großen Weide dahinten und dann wieder zurück zur Wiese! Los!” Wir schwammen los, ich hielt mich ein wenig zurück, bis Daniel aufgeholt hatte. Dann drehte ich mich wieder auf den Bauch und kraulte los. Wir kamen nahezu gleichzeitig an der Weide an und drehten um. Es war eng bis zum Schluß. Dann wurde mir das Wasser zu flach, um anständig durchzuziehen und ich richtete mich auf. Daniel schaffte noch zwei drei Züge im flachen Wasser und erreichte so deutlich vor mir das Ufer. Wir beugten uns beide nach vorn und rangen nach Luft.

„Respekt, Alter Mann! Ich dachte schon, Du hängst mich ab!” keuchte Daniel. „Davon ging ich eigentlich aus, denn schließlich hatte ich Sport bei Massa Schmidt!” stieß ich hervor. Wir lachten und richteten uns auf. Langsam zu Atem kommend gingen wir zu unserem Lagerplatz. Es waren nur noch ein Pärchen und zwei Mädels auf der Wiese.

„Hast Du kein Handtuch mit, Marc?” „Nöö, brauch ich nicht.” „Das ist lange her.” Sinnierte Daniel. „Was ist lange her?” Ich ahnte, auf welches Erlebnis er anspielte, wollte aber von ihm hören, ob wir tatsächlich an die gleiche gemeinsame Erinnerung dachten.

„Na, daß wir so nebeneinander gesessen haben, ohne Klamotten.” Unsere Schwänze zucken und schwellen an. „Ja. Keine Haare am Sack, aber La Paloma pfeifen!” lache ich ihn an.

„Na, dann muß ich ja wohl allein La Paloma pfeifen!” grinst Daniel mich an und öffnet eine Dose Bier. „Wie kommt’s, daß Du keine Haare am Körper hast?” „War eigentlich nur ein Experiment. Ich hab’ mal Fotos gesehen, auf denen die Frauen rasiert waren. Ich wollte es mal ausprobieren und es hat mir so gut gefallen, daß ich dabei geblieben bin.” „Abgedreht! Was für Pornohefte Schaust Du Dir an? Und dann auch noch Achseln und Beine?” „Ja, sieht sonst Scheiße aus!” gab ich zurück.

Mein Schwanz pochte und richtete sich mehr und mehr auf. „Weist Du noch, wie Du unsere Schwänze aneinander reiben wolltest?” „Ja!” antwortete Daniel tonlos und zog seine Vorhaut hinter die Eichel. Ein Lusttropfen trat aus der Nille und lief feucht glänzend die Eichel hinunter.

„War ja auch geil, oder?” Ich nickte stumm. „Warum haben wir damals eigentlich nicht mehr ausprobiert?” Ich hob ratlos die Schultern. „Vielleicht, hmm”, der Frosch in meinem Hals saß ziemlich fest, „waren wir doch noch viel zu unreif. Hättest Du damals gern mehr ausprobiert?” „Ja, eigentlich schon, aber ich habe mich nicht getraut. Und Du?” „Damals nicht, nein! Aber später habe ich schon öfter gedacht, daß damals eine einmalige Gelegenheit verstrichen ist, um herauszufinden, wie das so ist, ob das Spaß macht.”

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A good friend of my wife’s car broke down one evening and called us for help. My wife Melinda was cooking supper.

“Would go help Carol?”

“Sure!”

Hoping I didn’t have to drive Carol home since she lived about 45 minutes away. I got to where Carol’s car was and her car was already hooked up to the wrecker, so she jumped in my car on this cold winters eve. Her hands were freezing as I shook hands with her saying Hello.

“Damn your hands are cold, hope you nippies aren’t frozen too!”

We have always had a flirting friendship. She smiled.

“No, Smart ass!”

“Where do you need to go tonight Carol?”

“Could you take me home?”

Great I told myself, I may as well stop and get a burger now since my supper would be cold by the time I got back home around 9 P. M. or later now.

“Sure, it’s no problem!”

As we got about halfway there we stopped at a burger joint and went in to eat since she was hungry too. We talked about what had been going on in her life.

“My life would be OK if I could ever find a good man, or at least one that was a good fuck!”

I laughed and said, “We were all married!”

She looked dejected and said, “I know, Someday though, I will find one!”

“Good Luck, Carol!”

We finished eating. She paid for the burgers and drinks even though I offered too.

As we drove on in the darkening evening.

“Do Melinda and you had a good sexual relationship?”

“It’s as good as some and better than others I guess.”

“Do you Linda had ever had an affair?”

“I don’t think so, but if she had done so, I would surely be the last to know.”

“That’s why my marriage didn’t last, because my husband caught me having an affair.”

That shocked me because I wouldn’t have ever thought she would do something like that. I got kind of nervous then, mainly because of the thoughts going through my head now. None of them what a married man should be thinking about a woman that was not his wife.

As we continued to talk her conversation stuck to sex and her not getting any. She is not a bad looking woman, no raving beauty, with smaller than average tits for a woman her size, thin lips and a large ass. Her best feature I guess were her eyes.

Big and green with a kind of wide eyed innocent look in them, but this woman was not innocent, as I had found out. As I turned into her drive.

“I should be on my way home since bursa escort bayan the drive was is long.”

“You can’t leave without having a drink can you? After all, it’s the least I can do for your help!”

I agreed to one drink and we went inside. She got our drinks and sat down on her couch with her sitting a bit close for my comfort but what could I say? I took a sip of my drink.

“Jesus H Christ, woman what are you trying to do to me, what is this? A bourbon and coke? All bourbon, and just a glance at the coke?”

“I didn’t know you couldn’t handle a Mans drink.”

I could, but I was shocked at the strength of it all the same.

“Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

Her green eyes sparkled and with a smile she said, “That’s not a bad idea, are you game?”

I thought about it a minute, that’s when I started thinking with the head on my dick not the one on my shoulders.

“Sure!”

I really think she figured I would decline her offer and I saw the shock in her face when I said yes. So I slid closer to her and put my arm around her.

“What now? You’re the professional adulteress, I am just a weak minded married man!”

She leaned over and kissed me running her tongue on the roof of my mouth, stabbing my tongue with hers, then, grabbing my dick giving it a squeeze. So I in turn wrapped my hand around her little tit and pinched her hard nipple, She moaned exclaiming how sensitive her nipples were, so I kept it up.

“Take your top off, I want see your tits.”

“There’s not much to see!”

But took her top off anyway. Her bra held them up, so I removed it and was shocked when they fell flat on her chest, not a sign of firmness, except her nipples sticking out.

I resumed squeezing them listening to her sigh, when Carol undid my zipper pulling my now hard cock out and lowering her face to it sucked it down in one gulp. I leaned back and watching her head bounce on my lap grabbing her thin blonde hair I told her to slow down and make it last.

I pulled my pants off while she kept sucking me.

“Take your clothes off Carol.”

She excitedly jumped up threw her jeans and panties to the floor and hopped on my lap rubbing her now wet pussy all over my cock. I told her she must’ve done without for along while.

“Other than my fingers and my vibrator, I haven’t had anything in my pussy in over bursa rus escort 6 months!”

Then lustily looking in my eyes said,

“I want your cock inside me now, I want you to Fuck Me right NOW!”

And she slid my cock in her hot, wet, hairless pussy. I have never liked a shaved pussy much, but for some reason I guess since she is only about 5 feet tall it and she had such small tits, it felt and looked like I was fucking a much younger woman. Her cunt was so wet and very tight from lack of use, and she knew how to work her inner muscles, squeezing my hard dick when she settled into her rhythm, exclaiming how I filled her up so full, her eyes glazing up.

“You look like a pretty little girl riding my cock.”

Her look changed suddenly.

“Fuck me Daddy, please, give your little girl all of your beautiful hard cock!”

That threw a different light on this, an exciting one. I told her to be good to daddy and she looked as if she didn’t see me, but saw someone else. Her hips started to pump harder and she kept calling me daddy. I thought what the hell.

“That’s daddy’s good little girl Carol, Fuck daddy’s hard cock, make my little girls pussy feel good.”

I reached down to her hairless pussy touching her erect clit pinching it with my fingers,

“Oh baby girl, your pussy looks so much prettier than mommies nasty looking hairy one. Fuck daddy, with your pretty little pussy harder, make daddy give his little baby girl a really good orgasm on it!”

Telling her this made her start to cum, fucking me harder and faster, riding my cock wildly, in her desires to please “Daddy” all the while looking at me like I was someone else. I began to wonder if she had really fucked her daddy.

After she came a second time, she got up and got on her hands and knees looking over her shoulders at me, Telling daddy to please fuck her tiny asshole like he loved so much. I got on my knees behind her telling her what a good daughter I had.

“You know just what daddy wanted didn’t you baby.”

She smiled a lusty smile, wiggling her ass for me.

“Now daddy fuck my asshole NOW Daddy!”

She moaned with a lust filled voice, I was trying to be easy but she would have none of that. And she pushed her ass on my cock hard, I was sure I would tear something but she had obviously done this many times before and started humping my cock escort bursa like a bitch in heat!

I kept saying what a good daughter daddy had, and how daddy loved his little slut as I reached around pinching her tiny flopping tits, while pounding against her small tight asshole with my hard cock.

“Oh Yes daddy, I love to feel your big balls slapping his little girls pussy, please don’t stop daddy, Never stop daddy!”

I squeezed her ass cheeks and told her daddy was going to cum soon, her assault continued on my cock, squeezing her asshole and letting the pressure off and squeezing it again. That was all it took.

“Daddy is going to come baby girl, Make daddy come!”

She jumped up turning around and sucked my hard shit smelling cock in her mouth, sucking and jacking it off furiously as I unloaded a few days worth of my hot thick cum in back of her mouth hitting her throat in large spurts.

As I stopped slamming her mouth with my cum, she relaxed and lay beside me, her eyes returning to normal, the glazed fixed stare gone now.

“Did you really fucked your daddy?”

She got quiet, looking down at the floor, and told me that when she was 12 her dad came home from drinking and her mom was at work that night. And he took her to his bed then raped her over and over. She said she had learned to say those things only because he had threatened to do the same to her little sister who was only 8 years old, and she figured that was the only way to keep him from doing it to her also. He never stopped fucking her until she moved out at 19.

I was wondering why she seemed to enjoy it so much calling me daddy, and seemed to get more than excited while doing it, but didn’t want to go farther than what she had already. As I dressed to leave, she stayed close to me, she then walked me to my car, and as I started to get inside it, I kissed her.

“Daddy will be back soon baby girl, real soon!”

Her eyes started to get that far away stare again.

I smiled thinking it was nice having a “Daddy’s Little Girl” When I got home after stopping at the store, I went in and kissed my wife holding her a Snickers Candy Bar out towards her and said to her,

“Candy Little Girl?” with a wicked smile. I noticed a slight change in her eyes!

Authors Note:

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened, it was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! 😉 Thanks, mustanger7up

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This is a story I often think back on, as one of the most memorable times of my life.

In 1995 I had been made redundant from a heating installation company. I arranged to go back to full time college to learn about computers but that left me with the dilemma of what to do until September so I started job hunting. Just to help matters my girlfriend at the time got a job in London and decided she wanted to move down there, I did not, and we agreed on an amicable split.

A friend threw me a lifeline…he worked for a company that managed several properties in Spain, a couple of which he owned, and they could not get any local plumbers to fix leaks, mend toilets and sort out the hot water so I went out there for 3 months, staying in a little corner apartment that needed the decorating and tiling finishing, which I agreed to do as it was rent free. I had the use of a little Fiat car for work and pleasure, when it started, and they even paid me! With my redundancy money I was quite well off and having a great time, the work was not hard, I paced myself, working five mornings a week, doing some swimming and sun bathing in the afternoon and then hitting the bars in the evening and at weekends.

I had been in Spain for five weeks or so and I was in the local store waiting to pay for my groceries when I noticed two very pretty teenage girls in front of me, arguing quietly about which of them should ask for cigarettes and what brand to buy.

I offered my assistance, I said that most of the people I knew who smoked, smoked Benson & Hedges and I asked if they wanted me to buy the cigarettes for them.

The elder of the two said ‘yes please’ immediately and turned to the younger girl and said ‘They were what Mum bought on the plane’.

I got the cigarettes at the till, paid and met the girls outside. As I handed over the cigarettes the younger girl said to the other ‘we haven’t got a lighter’. I offered them a light but the older girl blushed and said they would get a lighter later. They offered me money for the cigarettes, to which I replied ‘don’t worry about it’, and turned to leave.

On a whim I turned back to the girls and said ‘you don’t smoke do you?’, the younger girl replied ‘er, no…does it show?’. I said ‘would you like some guidance?’. They looked at each other and did not answer. I suddenly thought about how the situation must seem, a man not far off old enough to be their father (I was 33) offering to take them to who knows where to teach them to smoke, I quickly added that I wasn’t trying to hit on them and that I was thinking about the little bar near the harbour, which would be reasonably quiet at that time of day. They had a little discussion about it and decided it would be OK.

We chatted on the way to the bar, about 5 minutes walk, the elder girl was nearly 18 and called Melanie, the younger girl was her 15 year old sister, Lisa, and they had arrived in Malaga that morning, on a two week holiday with their mother.

At the bar I ordered three bottled beers and I started instructing my two interested students. Over the next three hours, with 12 beers between us and the girls smoking five cigarettes each I taught them how to smoke. We got on famously, Lisa was a real flirt after the first couple of beers and Melanie seemed shocked at her sisters behaviour!

As we chatted they explained that it had transpired that their mother had smoked when she was younger and had given up when expecting Melanie, then due to various reasons, mainly financial, not started again. Their parents had separated 10 years previously and after some lean periods their financial position had recently got a lot better due to being left a sum of money in the will of a close relative and their Mum had just started a new job with much better pay. Their Mum had decided that a holiday was needed, their first for 10 years.

Much to Melanie and Lisa’s surprise their mum had bought 200 cigarettes on the flight out and when they asked why, she had told the girls that she was going to start smoking again. She had also said that if they wanted to smoke that was ok, but if they did not then she would respect that and only smoke in her bedroom or the garden, not in the rest of the house.

Later that evening the girls left me at the bar and headed off, their cigarettes and my lighter in hand, both smoking as they headed back up toward their hotel. I sighed at the beauty and innocence of youth, had a last cold beer and headed for my apartment for a shower, something to eat and to decide which club to head for.

I saw the girls twice during the next couple of days, once with a couple of boys headed for the beach and again in my local store, they were buying cigarettes. We did not speak but they smiled and waved.

The next day I had the particularly tough job of replacing some leaking pipes on the roof of one of the apartments I was working on. I was sweaty, grimy and wearing a grubby tee-shirt, shorts and a pair of trainers. As I was closing the boot after struggling to get a load of old pipes into it, I saw the two girls across the street, standing with an attractive woman in her thirties, who I assumed to be their mother. She had shoulder length light brown hair, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a simple white blouse. Melanie was pointing escort bursa straight at me and talking to the woman. I watched with some trepidation as the woman walked across the road toward me with quite a stern expression on her face, she stopped about two paces off and put her hands on her hips and said ‘are you the man who is supplying cigarettes to my daughters?’

I was speechless for a moment and then mumbled something inane like ‘they said you were ok with it…’ which of course they would have said anyway. I was kicking myself for being so naïve and could feel myself turning red with embarrassment and no small amount of anger. The next thing that happened totally surprised me, she started laughing and said ‘your face – you look like you are going to burst!’ Then I noticed Melanie and Lisa further down the pavement laughing their heads off!

Melanie and Lisa walked up to me, both smiling widely and Lisa said ‘this is our Mum’, the woman held out her hand and said with a smile ‘I’m Lynda, pleased to meet you’. I wiped my rather grubby hand on my shorts, took her hand and said sheepishly ‘Alex – I think I’m pleased to meet you.’

She laughed and said that the girls had put her up to it and that from what they knew of me, they thought I would take the joke well. She admitted that once she had seen my face colour up then she could not keep a straight face and continue with the pretence of anger.

Lynda said that she and the girls were going into town for lunch and asked if I wanted to join them. I looked down at my work clothes and said, rather regretfully, that I needed a shower and to get changed before going anywhere. She looked me up and down with a twinkle in her eye and said ‘I don’t know, I like a man covered with dirt and sweat, makes him look earthy!’. I smiled and apologised and headed for the driver’s door of the car. Lynda said ‘how long will it take you to shower and change?’

‘Twenty minutes or less’ I replied, hopefully. ‘I’m only round the corner. I only used the car to carry tools and bits’

Lynda turned to Melanie and Lisa and said ‘You can wait twenty minutes, can’t you girls?’ they said yes and Lynda turned to me and said ‘see you here in twenty minutes then’.

I dashed back to the apartment and stripped off as I went through the door, showered and grabbed a clean white tee off the line on my balcony (to show off the tan!) and a pair of chinos. I was back out in 15 minutes dead!

As I walked round the corner Lynda, Melanie and Lisa were sitting on a low wall smoking and sharing a bottle of water, the scene was perfect and I wished I had a camera. They saw me and stood up as I joined them and we walked down the road to the bar where I had taken Melanie and Lisa three days previously. Melanie and Lisa were chatting about the boys they had met and that they were going to a water park with them the next day and that one of the boys, Mark, was teaching them to wind surf. Lynda smiled at me and said ‘young love – the girls are really enjoying the holiday, they are relaxed and happier than I have seen them in ages’.

We got to the bar and ordered the drinks, we were all on San Miguels, and we headed for a quiet table on the patio outside the bar. Lynda said ‘that’s another thing you have to answer for, not only have you turned my youngest into an under age smoker, you are also responsible for them both being under aged drinkers, plying them with beer!’ but this time she said it with a smile on her face. Melanie said ‘Mum you know we already drank lager before coming here and you told us that you started smoking when you were 12!’

I said to Lynda ‘I take it you are OK with your daughters smoking then?’ she replied ‘I told them it was OK by me and I meant it, in fact looking on the bright side it means that I can smoke anywhere round the house now that the girls smoke…I was going to be confined to my bedroom and garden to smoke otherwise! I am actually looking forward to us all curling up with a film on a wet Sunday afternoon with a pot of tea, or a bottle of wine, and twenty B&H…thank you for getting them into B&H by the way, it will make buying duty frees that much easier!’

We chatted like this for ages, then Melanie and Lisa left to go and meet their new boyfriends and Lynda and I drank a couple of bottles of wine and got quite merry. I asked what she was doing for dinner, to which she replied that she was going to grab something when she was hungry as she usually did. I suggested that I cook for the two of us…and we headed for my apartment.

I did a chorizo and sundried tomato pasta with salad, I had put chillies in the pasta sauce and it was quite spicy but Lynda loved it and finished the lot, saying it was the nicest meal she’d had in ages.

I cleared the table and as I put the plates into soak Lynda leant on the door post and lit a cigarette, I watched her every move and as she exhaled a thick plume of smoke she looked straight into my eyes and said ‘You don’t smoke do you? Does my smoking bother you?’.

My throat was dry and I had to swallow before I replied ‘No I don’t, and actually, watching an attractive woman smoke is real turn on for me’.

She smiled and exclaimed ‘I knew it! You watch the three of us smoking all the time’.

I blushed again, altıparmak escort and I thought that she must think me a real weirdo, but she surprised me again by saying ‘don’t be embarrassed, I feel exactly the same. There are two things I like better than smoking, and they are having sex and smoking whilst having sex!’

With that she walked over to me and kissed me full on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the sweetness of the smoke in her mouth and it turned me on instantly. She felt my response and pushed hard against me, kissing me harder.

She stepped back from our kiss and tapped the ash from her cigarette into the ash tray then put it to her lips and took a gentle drag on it and then exhaled in a long plume up into the air, exposing her long neck , she enjoyed that I watched her every movement. I started to undo her blouse buttons. She took another pull on her cigarette as the buttons came undone, she turned her head slightly to exhale then we were kissing again.

I reached behind her to release her bra, but she stepped back smiling, put the cigarette gently between her lips, and released the bra catch at the front, she shrugged her shoulders and her blouse and bra slid to the floor. She undid her shorts and with a sensuous sway she slid her shorts and panties over her smooth thighs and onto the floor. As she stepped out of her clothes she reached up to the half smoked cigarette between her lips and gently drew on it before removing it from her mouth. Lynda had a great body, rounded but not fat, large breasts, larger than I normally like, but a lovely shape.

She smiled ‘now its your turn’ and she leaned against the doorframe smoking and watching me, meeting my eyes and smiling mischievously as I removed my tee shirt then my trousers and boxers.

As I stood from removing my boxers my almost painful erection was pointed at Lynda and she reached out with the hand that had the cigarette between her first and second fingers and gently caressed my shaft along its length with her thumb and ring finger, I in turn reached out and stroked her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples.

She took the last pull on her cigarette, stubbed it out in the ash tray then got hold of my erection and lead me toward the bedroom.

I got a condom from my bedside cabinet and she took it off me and fumbled putting it on me until I helped her, but the mood was very light hearted and we were laughing. Lynda laid back on the bed and we made love in the missionary position, quite gently, as you do for the first time with a new partner. I reached my orgasm first and pulled out in case the condom split or came off. As we lay together I reached down with my fingers to bring Lynda to orgasm but she stopped me, saying ‘there’s no hurry, we have all night, and I would rather cum with you inside me’, then she went for a couple of glasses of water, her cigarettes and an ash tray. As I lay on my back on the bed, Lynda lay propped on her elbow beside me, she smiled as she put the ashtray on my chest and lit a cigarette. She reached down with the hand with the cigarette and started to play with me, I was soon hard again but she carried on, stopping from time to time to draw on her cigarette. After a little while she straddled me and lowered herself gently down my shaft while drawing on her cigarette, a very sexy sight, then she moved her pelvis rhythmically back and forward. I could see the pleasure on her face as she smoked and fucked, and she quickly reached a shuddering orgasm.

Lynda did not go back to her hotel room for the rest of her holiday apart from to get her things, meaning that Melanie and Lisa had a family room to themselves. Lynda went and spent the mornings with her daughters while I went and did some work, then I would meet up with them at our favourite bar and either all of us would go out for the rest of the day or just Lynda and I would find something to do. My heart always leaped when I approached the bar and could see the three of them smoking at our usual table, and Lynda knew the effect it had on me!

One evening before dinner Lynda and I went for a walk on a local beach in the fading light, we walked and talked and Lynda smoked. She asked why I did not smoke if I found it so sexy. I told her that I used to, whilst at college, but all of my hobbies demanded a high level physical fitness. She said she loved my body but that she liked to watch a man smoke and to share a cigarette as well. We kept stopping and kissing, pressing hard against each other, stroking and squeezing each others bodies through clothes, promises of what was to come.

Due to our minds being on other things, reaching the end of the beach came as a bit of surprise. We stopped and stood on the deserted sand facing the sea in the fading light with our arms round each others waists. Lynda reached into my breast pocket for her cigarettes and opened the packet with her thumb. She struggled getting the cigarette out with one hand, she obviously did not want to take her other arm from round my waist. I took the cigarette out for her and placed it between her lips. While she put the packet back in my pocket I took my lighter from my trousers and lit her cigarette for her.

She turned her body to face my bursa escort bayan side and moved her left hand from my waist to caress the back of my neck. She took a pull on her cigarette then moved the hand with the cigarette to stroke the expanding bulge in my trousers. I groaned softly, which encouraged her to go further. She put the cigarette back to her lips then reached down and unzipped me, reaching in to free my now full erection.

Lynda drew on her cigarette again and reached up to take it from her lips. With the cigarette between her fingers she stroked the length of my shaft and caressed the glans, stopping from time to time to smoke. Lynda kept me on the brink of ejaculation like that for ages, sensing the pressure building and stopping to draw on her cigarette. She asked for another cigarette and I got it for her the same way as the last one, but this time my hand was shaking as she took the light. She looked at me in the fading light and I could see her smiling as she exhaled. She reached down and started on my aching erection again. This time she did not pause and my powerful ejaculation sprayed down the beach and my legs nearly buckled beneath me. Lynda said ‘wow, I did not know a man could cum that hard! Do you cum that hard inside me?’

I replied ‘I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard! That was amazing!’ She smiled and breathed ‘that really turned me on, I’m soaking!’

I reached down and under the hem of the light summer dress she was wearing until I got to her mound and sure enough her panties were sopping wet. I moved her panties out of the way and as she drew on her cigarette I slipped a finger along her soaking crease and pressed against her clit with my finger tip, her legs trembled and her eyes fluttered with the sensation and she clung to my neck.

I got on my knees in front of her, and she lifted her dress up to her waist, scrunched it up and held it in place with her left hand while she lifted her cigarette to her lips with her right. I could see her hand was shaking this time.

I pulled Lynda’s knickers down and she stepped out of them, we did not care if we could be seen by now. Lynda spread her legs and crouched slightly so I could get access to her soaking sex and I went to work with my tongue. I alternated between her fingering her clit and and her anus, which I could tell she she loved as she moaned loudly every time I touched it. I looked up her body, the cigarette was back between her lips and she was squeezing one nipple through her dress, then she drew on the cigarette, took it from her lips and reached down to my head and ground herself into my mouth as she shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. If I had not had both hands behind her she would have fallen. As the last orgasm faded away, she took her hand from my head and I watched her take a last pull on her cigarette before she sent it spinning into the sand, then she dropped to her knees in front of me and we kissed deeply, her tongue exploring the taste of her own sex in my mouth, which started to arouse me again. She laughed and said ‘lets go back to the apartment or we won’t get back tonight’.

We walked back across the sand to the car with our arms round each other and she reached into my pocket for her cigarettes and held the open packet for me to take one for her, it was the last one in the pack. As I placed it between her lips I said ‘this could be dangerous…’ she laughed and took the cigarette from her mouth to kiss me. She said ‘I’ll remember tonight forever, I have never had an orgasm as intense as that before, but if I don’t eat soon I’m going to faint! Buy me some dinner and packet of cigarettes and you can do what you want with me!’

We realised there was no way of duplicating what had happened on the beach so we did not try, but one Sunday morning as we sat on the balcony of the apartment Lynda noticed that nothing overlooked it and smiled mischievously. She said ‘aren’t your shorts and towel in the washing machine? You could do with getting them out or they will smell.’ I agreed and went to get them.

I squeezed past her chair and hung out the clothes on the line on the balcony, Lynda lit a cigarette and watched. As I went to walk back past her chair Lynda put her hand on my stomach and said ‘stop right there, I have you exactly where I want you.’ she pulled my boxers down and and cupped my balls with her free hand as she drew on her cigarette. Needless to say, I sprang up to an immediate erection and she exhaled then leaned forward and kissed my glans. She circled my glans with her tongue then closed her lips around the shaft and slowly moved backwards and forwards, stopping from time to time to draw on her cigarette. Every time she exhaled then went back to my shaft there was a drip of pre-cum that she gently licked off whilst looking into my eyes. Eventually I could hold back no more and gasped ‘I’m cumming…’ She just looked up into my face as I shot load after load into her mouth. I stopped cumming and my head swam, Lynda licked the last of my seed from my shaft then leaned back and drew on her cigarette. She exhaled and said ‘you do cum that hard inside me – in my mouth anyway! I didn’t think you were going to stop!’. I looked at her and said ‘you are amazing, it is the affect that you have on me that causes me to be like that!’ She replied ‘I have never swallowed before, but it seemed to be the right thing to do with you. I picked a good time to start, I could have drowned!’. I bent and kissed her and said ‘thank you’. I sat down at the table beside her, watching her finish her cigarette, and said ‘I’ll have to hang the washing out more often!’

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Chapter 22: Acts like a call girl

“What’s the matter? A sweet girl like you got a problem calling a old man, ‘Sir’?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Sir.”

“That’s better. Now, I believe you were in the middle of something back in that elevator.” I was getting hotter by the minute. The idea of calling this man, “Sir,” was a turn-on. It conjured up every rape fantasy I’d ever had, not to mention the sheer excitement of fucking a old man! He was right about one thing; I am a hot bitch.

The ideas of sucking off a old man, of letting a old man shoot his load down my throat. Letting his big wrinkle hands roam at will across my sexy body, touch my brown nipples, pull my pussy lips open and insert his fingers, his tongue, his Dick inside my pussy was a real rush! I didn’t need to be told twice.

I fell to my knees and started sucking his now somewhat deflated cock. It didn’t stay deflated long. As my lipstick colored lips closed around his old cock, I could feel the blood filling his manhood and making it hard again! It was getting hard again because it was in my mouth, pushing, twisting, trying to get as deeply in as it could. I was pumping it with my right hand, and raking the base of it with my left.

My bright red nails were scratching his shaft as the head of his cock pushed against the base of my throat. Suddenly, I wanted to feel this man come, I wanted to feel his come splash inside my mouth, and I wanted to taste his seed. He was no longer making me suck him…I was doing it because it was what I

“I had to do to get the good shoots, some of the older girls took me aside and told me the facts of life!” As a young woman you got some choice jobs, but you got to put out to the big clients to get the job. We are all good looking women; just what color skin/hair does he want for that shoot? If you don’t fuck him some other big set of tits will and they get to hold the can of dog food! So here I was having dinner and telling the big boss/owner that I was the girl for his next ad and how much I wanted to do that shoot.

I wanted to do. I wanted to do it very much! And just as suddenly, I was robbed of the treasure in my mouth. Without warning, Chad pulled his cock away from me, leaving me there, on my knees, my mouth still shaped into an obscene “O”, like a fish gasping for oxygen! “Strip.” I understood now why he’d stopped. I stood up, looking him right in his eyes, and allowed my hands to start on the buttons on my dress.

Slowly, very slowly, I undid button after button until the dress was held only by one small inner button. I hesitated, not out of coyness, but because I wanted his full and total attention. Softly I spoke. “I’m not wearing a bra. When I open this, I’ll be almost naked. Sir.” I didn’t wait for his reply. Instead, I slipped my hand inside the dress and undid the last button.

Removing my hand, the dress came open, revealing my body, almost totally to a man I’d met less than two hours before. With an almost invisible shrug of my shoulders, the dress fell off me, leaving me virtually naked in front of his very aroused man. I felt so small, so vulnerable. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties. But before I could pull this down, he spoke. “Wait.” I froze. This man, this big shot, giant was my master for the night. Whatever he wanted, I wanted too! He stepped forward and reached down to my panties, putting his hand inside them, from the side, under the waistband, I knew what he was going to do.

And I wanted him to do it! In a single jerk, he ripped my panties off my body, exposing my pussy, my shaved, totally unprotected pussy, to his gaze. He looked at me in all my nakedness. I wore only my garter belt, my silk stockings, and my five-inch heels. His cock, hanging outside his trousers, started to jerk. And then I saw something I never saw before. His cock spurted come at me. Three hard spurts! And all three struck my body, the first on my stomach, the next a few inches lower, and the last hit squarely on my clit. And it was all I could do to hold back my own climax.

Some men ooze pre-cum, and I was used to that. In fact, it’s rare for bursa escort a man to see me naked and not get excited. But this was something I’d never seen before. His cock had actually come, and come from nothing more than my standing in front of him…naked. “Fuck! I never seen a pussy like yours! It looks like a little girl’s!”

“It may look like a little girl’s, but I promise you Chad, I’m not going to fuck you like a little girl.” With that I reached down to his belt buckle and unhooked it.

Without giving my action any forethought I continued to undo his pants. Once they were loosened, I pulled them off his hips, down his buttocks, and let them fall in a heap around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Bending down in front of him, I pulled his loafers off his feet, first one and then the other. Then, as he lifted one foot at a time, I pulled his pants off each leg. He lifted his right foot again, and I knew what he wanted. I pulled his sock off, and then he lifted his other foot for me to do the same.

Now I was back in control. I gently pushed him back toward the bed, and he took the hint. His large frame lowered itself onto the mattress. Now he was sitting in front of me, wearing only his shirt. I fell back on my knees, in front of him and leaned forward. Only this time, I wasn’t looking for his cock. I continued to lower myself until I was almost prostrate in front of him, I reached up his leg, trailing my nails up his calf, over his knee, up his thigh. His skin was so tight, so hard over his muscular body. Finally I found what I sought.

My hand closed over the base of his cock as I continued my stroking, my pumping. My closed hand tightened around his cock, my nails digging into the hard flesh of his manhood. My pussy was gushing my own juices, anticipating, demanding his cock I spread my legs as widely as I could, and I waited this meat! He knew what I wanted, what I needed. And suddenly…it was there. My pussy gave me away, shuddering in a raging orgasm that made me drunk with passion! I don’t know if he hit me again or not. It didn’t matter. I was exploding my passion.

The last blow I remember cut right into my flaming pussy and pushed me into absolute abandon! Before I could recover from the body racking orgasm I’d just experienced; Chad was on his feet, pulling me off the floor. I could feel his hands on me, touching my pussy, and I could feel him pulling my pussy lips apart, exploring them with his fingers, fingers that dove inside me, inside the most private part of me.

I was flat on my back, sprawled across the bed, my legs hanging off the corner, one on each side of the corner of the mattress. Then I felt Chad take hold of my ankles, spreading my legs further apart, like a wishbone of a small chicken. My senses were coming back to me. I was fighting my way back to reality, and then, as if cold water was thrown on my face, I was suddenly very aware of what was happening. Chad was shoving his huge cock into my cunt! I started to struggle. The pain was so sharp, so recent. “No! Don’t fuck me!

Your too big Oh god yes your cock is a monster, Please, don’t fuck me! No!”

“Don’t fuck you? You gotta be kidding me, bitch! I’m not letting you leave here without shoving my cock right up your cunt!”

“Wait!” I begged. “Just wait a minute! Please wait!”

“You wait, bitch. I’m fucking your pussy right now!” And fuck me he did! I thought the pain would make me pass out, and I had a sex- crazed Old man, the size of your average NFL linebacker, shoving an eleven-inch cock into my pussy. And just when I’d decided I couldn’t take it anymore, a wondrous thing happened. Suddenly the pain was starting to turn me on. Suddenly, my pussy was soaking wet and this time because Chad was pushing his Dick into it, relentlessly, furiously!

“Oh, Yes! Fuck me. I need your cock!”

“What, bitch? What did you say?”

“I said fuck me! Give me that cock of yours. Fuck me hard.”

“Fuck me hard…Sir!” He taunted me. “Yes, that’s right. Fuck me hard, Sir!” He was hunched over me; fucking me with his cock that earlier I hadn’t thought would gemlik escort fit inside me. When I said that last statement, the one that ended with “Sir,” he straightened up suddenly, while his cock was buried deep inside me. The result was to lift my body off the bed, lifting me like a one pronged forklift, lifting me solely with the strength of his steel bladed cock! And when I realized what was happening, I came again! This time, however, my master came with me.

His hot cock shot it’s load deep inside me, deeper than most men ever reach. It was like a small volcano going off, over and over, erupting a constant flow of hot lava come, filling me up and then overflowing my cunt with its juices! His cock was out of my pussy, but I could still feel it in me. My pussy was so full of his come, his hot seed, that it was like he hadn’t pulled out of me yet! “That was so hot!” I realized how stupid that sounded, but it was the truth.

“Go close the drapes now.”

“What?”

“God damn it close the drapes. Go do it.” Almost in a zombie like state, I staggered off the bed and made my way to the window. The lights were all still on in the bedroom. I knew I could be seen from the parking lot but I didn’t care. Just as I reached the window, I felt Chad behind me. He took me by the waist just as I was reaching for the cord to close the world away from what this man was doing to me. He pulled me back about six inches.

I froze as I realized how many people could be seeing me here, naked except for my garters stockings and shoes, naked even to my pussy, my shaved pussy, my recently whipped pussy, my full of come pussy! I felt Chad’s hands on the back of my neck, pushing me forward. My body accepted his direction and I found myself bent over the arm of the couch. What did he want like me in that position for? He came up behind me. Oh No! No! I suddenly realized what he was going to do. He was going to ass fuck me! He was going to take his huge Dick and push it inside my ass hole. And he was going to do it in front of the open window, with every light on in the room.

Anyone could see up, see into the room on the sixth floor, see the young woman getting it up her ass by this dirty old man! “Please. I’ll suck your cock. Please, I’ll suck your ass hole for you. I’ll lick the inside of your ass hole, but please, don’t ass fuck me. Not like this. Not now. Please!” He continued to push against my dry ass hole with his rock hard cock! I continued to beg. “No. Listen to me Chad. I can’t take it up my ass; I’m too dry!

It’ll hurt me too bad. Please listen to me.” For a moment, I thought I’d convinced him. He stood up and backed away from me, but kept his huge left arm on my neck, not letting me up. I felt him kiss the cheeks of my ass. This was more like it, more like the sex I thought I needed. Then I felt his tongue roll across the crack of my ass, lingering at my ass hole. I felt his tongue push inside my tight ass, and it felt so good, I relaxed a bit. It was all the encouragement he needed.

I could feel his mouth kissing, sucking my ass. His broad oral digit was literally screwing me, fucking me back there. I may not have been wet before, but I was soaking now. Then he stopped. Damn! That had felt so good! No sooner had he taken his tongue out of my ass hole, I felt him stand against my ass, felt his cock against the tender cheeks of my backside.

Then I felt his cock assault my ass hole again. But it was different this time. This time I was well lubricated, and my ass muscles had relaxed as a result of his licking and kissing me there. Before I could tighten up, it was too late. He had his cock head inside me, inside my ass. I knew better than to think it was only the head he wanted inside my ass. As he continued to fuck me there, as he continued to rape my ass, more and more of his Dick slipped inside me.

His hands reached down, under me and grabbed my tits. He was interested in only one thing, pushing his cock as deeply as he could before spilling his seed again. He continued the fucking, the punishment of my ass hole, his cum was leaking out gürsu escort of my pussy. I was aware I was leaking but couldn’t stop it. I tried to squeeze my pussy tighter, to hold in the liquid treasure I held there, I didn’t want it to all come out. Not yet. But the more I concentrated on keeping my pussy’s liquid in tack, the more Chad punished my ass hole. Miraculously, I felt the hair of his pubes scratch against my tender ass cheeks. I knew he was all the way in. And I felt so full! I no longer cared about the window, about the lights on in the room.

I no longer cared that I was a young girl being impaled on an old dirty man’s cock. All I cared about was coming and coming again with this stranger’s Dick inside me. It didn’t really matter inside where. I didn’t care if he came in my pussy again, or in my mouth, or even between my tits. All I cared about was getting another load of his hot creme!

I wasn’t even sure he could come again. Boy, was I wrong! I felt him tense, grab hold of my nipples and squeeze them harder than a nipple clamp would. It was all right with me. Pain had to take a back seat to pleasure. I pushed my ass against him, trying to get him in even deeper. I could feel him, I could feel him as if he had been born up my ass, and had been there ever since. It was pure and unadulterated pleasure. And the best part was I was thinking about having a cock up my pussy at the same time, Oh God! Chad shot his load into my bowels.

There wasn’t near as much this time as when he came inside my snatch, but there was plenty. I tensed as he came, knowing I was about to slip into the oblivion of passion within seconds. But I just couldn’t get over the top. I was so close, but something was holding me back. It was the exposed window! My eyes were closed as this man finished inside my ass. I knew he would be pulling his Dick out of me within seconds.

And I still had a massive come of my own, frantically trying to escape my body. I asked the question that could bring me off with the right answer. “Is anyone looking up at us?”

“Sweet cunt,” my fucker answered, “everyone’s looking up.” I came. I don’t mean I just came, I mean I CAME! “Oh fuck! Do me. Do me hard! Don’t pull out yet! Please. Fuck me some more. Just a little more. Please! PLEASE, SIR!”

That did it. I was over the edge and couldn’t get back. As I felt his cock convulse inside me, I called out how I felt. I came so hard, my pussy blocked out all other senses. If I hadn’t been bent over that couch, I would have fallen to the ground. The next conscious thought I had was waking on the bed, Chad’s fingers rubbing my clitoris. I woke with a feeling of spent passions.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

“Oh, you can knock off that “sir” stuff. I only like that when I’m fucking or getting my cock sucked off. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“No, I didn’t mind. That was an incredible fuck.”

“Thank you. You probably need to go home. It’s almost two.” I sat straight up. I had lost all track of time. Leaping off the bed, I started to gather up my clothes. I slipped on my dress, buttoning up only four of the buttons. My panties were in shreds. I started to put them in my purse, but Chad stopped me. “I’d sure like to keep those if you don’t mind.” I started to protest, but what the hell. “Sure, if you want.”

“I want.”

I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do next. I looked at the door, and back at Chad, who was still naked, he’d even taken off his shirt. Chad walked to the door, his cock swinging between his legs. I couldn’t believe that thing had fit up my ass! I picked up my purse and walked toward the door myself. I noticed the drapes had been drawn. When I got to the door, I had an inspiration. When Chad reached over to open it for me, I placed my hand on his arm to stop him.

I fell to my knees one last time in front of this massive cock. Taking it in my mouth, I began the fastest and hardest blow job I’d given in my life. I wanted a tip from this man, and the tip I wanted was between his legs, inside his balls. The moment my finger started up his ass hole, he rewarded me with still one more load of come. I took it inside my mouth, allowing him to spurt his come between my lips like a common whore. When he was finished, I stood up, without a word, and walked out the door. I couldn’t say anything actually. My mouth was full of Chad’s sperm. BY THE WAY I GOT THE JOB OF HOLDING THE DOG FOOD CAN!

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IN THE BEGINNING

Mona was an angry young woman. Unable to sustain a relationship due to her high-maintenance character, she settled for fucking whomever she could. At first she liked the no-strings-attached fucking, but she soon tired of the meaninglessness of it all. So she settled into a life of work and masturbation. During this time, she moved in with a gay man, from whom she could siphon some masculine energy without feeling the need for sex. Indeed, with Norm, she could hug and touch and talk, talk, talk, the very things she did not do with her previous boyfriends.

“Norm, I need to marry a gay man,” she told him.

Norm, well-groomed and well-spoken, only smiled at her. “Yes, until you progress to the point where you want to bring your vagina into the picture. Therein lies the conundrum.”

Mona smiled at her friend. “I so love you, Norm.”

Mona was a healthy 28-year-old, of Swedish stock, with long, thick, blonde, curly hair and pouty lips; her friends called her a Scandinavian Shakira. Her hips curved gracefully as she walked and as she leaned against walls. People’s eyes followed her. She loved to lounge around the apartment in nothing but a heavy sweater, allowing her thick blonde muff to air itself out and release its heavy fragrance upward to her nose. Mona would occasionally finger her pussy while drinking coffee or watching TV. Norm always knew about this, partly because she did it in his presence, and partly because he could smell it on the sofa throw. Her own pussy odor, which was always very strong, would have been her favorite drug, had she not come to love the heavy musks that emanated from men’s secret, hairy places. Unfortunately for her, she denied herself the opportunity to indulge in them. Such was her neurosis.

It was Norm from whose candid tales she learned about ass-fucking. She loved the thought of being responsible for things going into and out of men’s asses, especially when the men were bent over and vulnerable. To her, a man’s ass wasn’t just a thing of rugged beauty, with muscle, curves, and a valley of earthy hair, it was a thing to be filled up the way a pussy was filled up. It was a way to equalize the sexes. It was where a man could become a woman in some limited way.

Norm’s ass was a pretty thing. Not quite manly, it was waxed to smooth perfection. At times, Mona took over these waxing duties, making his ass, his balls, his chest, his legs, and his armpits shine like a woman’s. That’s what Mona liked about Norm: he was a man, but he was like a woman to her. Mona had plenty of experience with being ass-fucked. It had started with fingers back in her teen years, then progressed to carrots, markers, certain kitchen utensils, and finally dildos. They grew progressively wider and stretched her furry brown pucker. Even Norm was impressed as, one night, she outdildoed him in a friendly competition. Mind you, Norm’s ass was a well-traveled highway. It gobbled up its dildo like the old friend it was, but Mona had bought the two-inch-wide Deluxe Invader, and she became Norm’s new hero.

“Mona?” he asked afterward.

“Yes, dear?” she said, letting her fully exercised anus calm down.

“You realize I will be borrowing that pretty soon. I will not be outdone in this department.”

“Yes, Norm, I realize that. My only request is that you brag to your friends about me.”

Mona frequently accompanied Norm to Club 71. The 7 was shorter than the 1, giving the impression that it was bending over for the 1. Clever, Mona thought. Just clever. While at the bar, fending off the advances of aggressive lesbians, she had the time to learn about man-on-man assfucking. It was so hot to her that she would cross her legs at the bar and squeeze her legs into orgasms right there. The hedonism at Club 71 was remarkable.

THE IDEA

What she liked best were the many bi-boys who frequented the place.

Norm had told her, “Those are the ones who like getting reamed out by both men and women.”

“How do you mean?” she naively asked at first.

“They like a dick no matter who has it.”

“Oooooh. I like that idea.” After this night, Mona became obsessed with fucking men in their rears. At nearly every moment, she imagined herself with a male organ of her own, pushing it into some helpless man’s tight behind. She would slap the tight cheeks every minute or so. Whenever she walked past the construction crew on 3rd Street (which soon became twice daily), she kept her sunglasses on and waited for the quick moment when one of them would bend over in his tight jeans, and then the fantasies began:

I walk up to him ever so swiftly, freeing my cock from my pants. He doesn’t see me as he bends over to pick something up. In one fluid motion, I yank down his jeans, astounded at the beauty of his firm, hairy ass shining in the sun. I caress it appreciatively, feeling the hard, warm cheeks in my trembling hands. I run my finger in the hairy furrow that separates his cheeks. I can hear the rustling and feel the slick sweat. I reach down to his most bursa escort vulnerable part and press my finger inside. It slides in easily, for he is wet and ready back here. For a moment I crouch to my knees and lap up and down his crack, paying special attention to his tight hole. He is a virgin back there. I taste his tangy, earthy, salty flavor, jamming my tongue in to prepare him for the public fucking he is about to receive.

Standing up, I press the tip of my cock to his hole. Gently but assertively, I push it inside. He moans and screams at the same time. His bare-chested co-workers watch with awe, their pants rapidly filling out in front. When I am finally inside him, I slowly fuck his vulnerable behind. The warm musk of his ass drifts upward to my nose, where I inhale it while ravaging him. I grind the dildo at different angles so it massages my clit as I do so.

We continue like this for ten minutes as his coworkers, and passersby, watch with fascination. My ultra-masculine construction worker is now my manly slave boy. Then, I feel my clit tense up, and I grind harder into his ass. When I come, I am bucking furiously, my cock assaulting every corner of his ass. After that, I stop to catch my breath. He has not come. I withdraw my dildo and stuff it back into my pants. Then I plant a kiss near his crack, pat his cheeks, and move on. He and the others turn to look at me as I walk away.

The first time she had this fantasy, her inattention caused Mona to bump into a lightpost, which caused that very construction worker to turn and laugh at her.

So Mona and Norm went shopping for her new strap-on. They went to the Lucky Lady shop, which catered to women and their naughty desires. They talked with the clerk about anuses and strap-ons, and how Mona needed a good anal dildo to use on her male friends. It excited Mona to talk this way to a complete stranger. She and Norm settled on a harness and three differently sized dildos.

Of course, they had to test them out later that night. Mona knew that Norm was not 100% gay. 92% maybe, but that was enough for her. She posed for him with her largest dildo. It was of natural color, with a harness that was also of natural color, and as she thrust her hips forward, she swooned at the sight of her cock slicing the air in two. She pranced in front of the mirror, fondling her breasts and thrusting forward. Norm watched appreciatively and giggled.

Then she jacked herself off, using her feminine movements to add a softer, gentler flair to male wanking. She loved fucking a gay man in his ass. She loved being where women were not normally allowed. She liked the feel of trespassing on male territory. She had Norm completely naked, bent over the bathroom sink as she plunged into his asshole. She actually felt the dildo pushing past his sphincter. She could smell the clean musk of his behind as she fucked him. The base of the dildo was positioned so that it rubbed her clit from various angles. She worked it to hit these angles directly, contorting her roommate’s already-stretchy rectum as she did so.

Norm did not flinch once. “Why couldn’t I marry a man like this?” she asked herself. “He’s receptive, he’s well-groomed, he loves to cook, he calls his mom once a week, he puts the toilet seat down, he loves to talk–and he loves my nastiest fantasy.” After she had come twice this way, she noticed that Norm had also come. The white fluid was on the handles of the vanity doors. Knowing Norm to be disease-free, she got down on her knees and licked up his cum from the handles. That was her first taste of sperm in over three years.

Now Mona was ready to take to Club 71 and clean out every ass she could find.

FILL ‘EM UP, PLEASE

There was no shortage of assholes at Club 71, so to speak. Norm had suggested she wear the strap-on under tight-fitting pants, so no one would be mistaken about her intentions. On the dance floor, Mona aggressively bumped up against any bi-boy she could find. The yearning look in her eyes was all the “I want to fuck you” message she needed. To the parking lot she went with them, to the rooftop, to the lake, to the cars, even to the manager’s office one night when the manager’s assistant was supervising.

Mona found it very easy to get inside any ass she wanted. She loved the boys’ willingness to bend over for her, to submit for her, to be vulnerable for her, to spread their secret male places for her. She even loved the rhetoric that the more political ones used on her:

“This is what every man should have to do before he fucks a woman.”

“This is how I feel equal to a woman.”

“I have vagina envy!”

“Make me your ass-bitch!”

“This should be a rite of passage for all men who want to fuck women.”

Mona got any bi-ass she wanted. She even got some of the gay asses. Once, relenting to pressure, she fucked one of the lesbians who were always buying her drinks. Mona appreciated the shapely behind in front of her, with its round, fleshy cheeks and its well-worn nilüfer escort back hole, but it did not impart the male energy she so desperately wanted to ravage.

Mona fucked the same asses over and over. Soon she was meeting them in the daytime for quick bendovers. She had a black book of names, with a star system next to each. She began to demand that her men blow her cock. She demanded to see them do some man-on-man action with each other, which she found hot. She especially loved the ones who brought her flowers as a prelude to spreading for her. Mona was the king of Central City, it seemed to her.

And it was getting to her head.

“I swear,” she grunted to one of them, in whose behind she was grinding her biggest strap-on, “I get one of these things and I turn into the biggest asshole. I want to stick it into everything in sight–asses, mouths, between the cheeks, in the face….”

DISILLUSIONMENT

You can imagine what happened eventually. Mona got tired of having every ass she could want. She got tired of fucking smooth-shaven holes. She got tired of smelling not musk and sweat, but fine deodorants. She tired of the ease of it all. She grew weary of this kind of equality. She may as well have been fucking women. Mona needed more. She longed for a construction worker with a rugged, muscular ass with all its hair and manliness. She wanted a challenge. She longed for the stereotypical portrait of manliness. In a sense, Mona wanted what women were told by society to want.

But still, she wanted to fuck this man in his ass to her content. Not to his content, but to hers. On her terms.

Soon, Mona began appearing at Club 71 without her cock. Her lack of cock was noticed by all. Her usual harem of bi-boys would come up to her excitedly but hear “Sorry, not tonight.” They pouted. They pleaded. They ground up against her now-deflated mound on the dance floor. But she could not answer their questioning looks to their satisfaction. Some offered to grow out their ass hair just for her. But it was not the same anymore. Eventually, the line of hungry young butts trickled to a halt. Norm began to get more men than she did.

The once-vivacious Mona now sat at the bar, stirring her drink, carrying on vapid conversations, leaving early, and masturbating at home. The passion had not left her entirely. Rather, it just retreated.

This went on for quite a while.

THEN, THREE MONTHS LATER, IT HAPPENED

She saw him. HIM. Big and muscular, with what must have been the tightest, shapeliest ass she had ever seen. One that obviously received plenty of attention in the workout room. The man walked with an air of true confidence, one where egotism was an unwelcome stranger. Her gaydar told her that he was bi. For the whole night, she watched him.

He drank his drinks slowly and with feeling, not with abandon. On the dance floor, he moved with a kind of well-worked grace, gyrating with both men and women. It was hard to tell which sex he liked more.

Mona watched him for a whole week while sitting at the bar alone, playing with the straw in her drink. She was mesmerized by his looks, his presence, everything. She asked Norm to scout him out and report back with information.

A few days later, Norm gave her his assessment: “He’s interested. He knows all about you. Go for it!”

The next Saturday night, Mona was packing. Excitement filled her whole body. The dancefloor was abuzz with rumors from near and far that much bending over would be done that night. But who? they speculated. Sales of Astroglide rose between 9 pm and midnight that day.

Mona had arrived at Club 71 early, wearing a skirt, and waiting. Norm was with her. “He’s an electrician,” Norm told her. “Name’s Mike. Not in a relationship now. Big cock–I checked him out at the urinal–I’d say eight and a half inches hard. Pretty hairy … and he goes to church every Sunday.”

Mona turned to look at Norm. Her large, playful green eyes studied him. “A guy from Club 71 goes to church? Are you serious?”

Norm nodded. “Yup. Church.” He winked at her.

Mona’s nose wrinkled slightly. Then she shrugged. “Oh well. We all have our … oh geeze, nevermind.”

Mona imagined Mike up on a ladder doing his work. She imagined herself coming up to him and pulling down his pants as he worked and grabbing his large dick from between his well-formed cheeks, then jacking it while he tried to ignore her. She saw him putting down his wires and pliers and pushing out his ass toward her, then letting her climb up the ladder and ram her tool up his hungry hiney.

At 9:30 Mike walked in alone, executing a confident entrance that had Mona’s feminine juices beginning to soak her cock. She squirmed in her seat. Her cunt ached terribly.

“Norm, I’m so damn horny,” she said. Norm watched as Mona crossed her legs in that special way for a few moments, then let out a sigh. She had cum.

“There. That should do it for a while.” She wiped a few beads bursa otele gelen escort of sweat off her brow.

They watched as Mona’s heartthrob had a drink at the bar, just ten feet away, and talked with some friends. He periodically shot her a glance and smiled. Mona wondered whether he would buy her a drink, or come over to her. But he did not.

“Why won’t he hit on me?” she asked Norm.

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants you to hit on him.”

Mona didn’t like hearing that. “Oh, for Pete’s sake.” She remembered something that her lesbian fuck had said to her: “She who packs, pays. The fuckee makes the greater sacrifice by allowing his or her body to be penetrated, and thus is entitled to preferential treatment.” She motioned the bartender over and had him send Mike another of whatever he was drinking. When Mike saw this, he looked to Mona, and she waved to him. He smiled. He did not get up and join the excited young woman.

“Mona, he’s playing hard to get,” Norm told her. “I know his type well.”

“I’m the one who always played hard to get. What should I do?”

Norm thought for a moment. “I know. When he gets up to dance, follow him, and give his ass hell.”

Mona smiled. “Yes. Yes, you’re right. Norm, you know exactly what a girl wants.” She giggled her blonde head off, squeezing her thighs together for another orgasm. By now her panties were so wet she couldn’t stand it. She headed for the bathroom, removed them, wrapped them in paper towel, left the bathroom, and quickly gave them to Marcel, one of her earliest and most gracious fucks. Then she returned and waited.

And waited. As she kept her eyes on Mike, she became aware of her private odor wafting upward. It was heavy, like a strong spray of ocean mist slapping her in the face. It only turned her on more as she–

MOVING IN FOR THE KILL

He was getting up! Mona started. She grabbed Norm’s shoulder. “This is it.”

He didn’t even look back to check on the smoldering, fiery crotch named Mona as he headed for the dance floor. By now it was burning up the chair she was on. As soon as his feet touched the dance floor, Mona was gone. Not even a good-bye to Norm.

She positioned herself about ten feet away from Mike as he quickly found the groove and joined it. “He’s a good dancer,” she thought. “Great rhythm.”

She watched as he moved, smiling each time he made eye contact with her. He made no attempt to work his way over to her. “Damnit,” she whispered. Not missing a beat, she sidled up to the mysterious man and moved along with him.

She immediately felt his energy, his motion, his pheromones. Up close, she swooned at the smile on his face. He reached out and caressed the sides of her arms. She did the same to him. She winked at him. He winked at her. She thrust her chest out. He didn’t. She thrust her crotch out. He didn’t. When he turned around for a second, she moved in for the kill.

AND THAT’S WHERE SHE LOST HIM

After her playful but aggressive grinding of the dildo into his ass, he turned and wagged his finger at her. So she did it again, this time to his front. The dance floor was crowded, but there were eyes nevertheless trained on her from all corners of the area. He laughed and wagged his finger again. So she grabbed his shoulders and rubbed her dick on his.

“Knock it off!” he told her.

“What?”

“I said, knock it off!”

“He’s playing hard to get,” she thought. And she deftly moved her body behind his and let him know exactly what she had in store for him.

Suddenly Mike stopped dancing. Not looking at Mona, he walked off the dance floor very quickly. He left the building. Mona followed him at top speed.

Mona was stunned. “What’s–what’s wrong?” she called out.

“You, that’s what’s wrong. Is that any way to introduce yourself?”

“Wh–, … here at Club 71, yes!”

“Well, that’s what’s wrong with this place. Everyone wants it in the worst possible way! You people have no manners! If you want my ass, you have to earn it!”

Mona narrowed her Nordic eyes at him. “Sheeee-iiiiit,” she drawled out. “I will never have to earn your ass! Or anybody’s! My middle name is PEG for a reason! Ha!”

Then, like a bird swooping in for the kill, Mike’s hand slapped her right in the face. She jumped back. “Holy fuck! What gives you the right to do that to a lady?”

“What gives a lady the right to think she talk like that to a man and still expect to get his body?”

Mona didn’t know what to say. She had messed something up, that was for sure. As she looked aside, hoping that some words would jump out of the bushes at her, she didn’t notice Mike walking away. When she turned back, he was climbing into his truck and leaving.

“I can’t believe this,” she said to the two drag queens walking past her.

DID SHE REALLY LOSE HIM?

Mona pouted for a whole week. Norm consoled her, buying her chocolates and liqueurs and giving her shoulder rubs.

“He seemed so perfect, Norm! What the hell is wrong with you men? Tell me!”

Instead of indulging her wounded feelings, Norm suggested that perhaps this was a good thing for her. Perhaps there was a larger reason for it. “You know,” he said with a shrug, “maybe it’s high time some class came to this town. I say, let’s see what happens this weekend. You will be there, yes?”

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It all started when we discussed our fantasies. We had known each other for months now and were very comfortable talking to each other about damn near anything. We have laughed together, cried together and thoroughly enjoyed each other whether it be talking, listening or sex. As you told me your fantasy, I was disheartened as I realized that I could never be the one to give it to you.

The medications I am on would prevent me from ever being able to do that for you. I want to do anything in my ability to make sure that you get anything and everything you want. Our lovemaking and passion brings us closer each time we meet. Our hectic schedules prevent us from getting together near as much as we would like also. But we manage. We make our time together as special as we can.

I decided to plan your fantasy surprise on or near your birthday at the end of March. Karla is a cute girl, a very insecure one at that. Only 20, her long time boyfriend had abandoned her when he heard she was pregnant. She was living with me during her pregnancy, I took her in because I liked her the first time we met when she used to baby sit my own children when they were younger. We talked about everything. Like sisters in a way, but she was younger and looked up to me too. We discussed you. She knows my love for you and understands that I want to be able to give you what you want the most.

The baby came in late January, a girl, a darling little red haired girl. We discussed ways of cutting expenses because she couldn’t work and I was supporting us alone the little I managed to make at my job. She used cloth diapers and breastfed. I helped her all I could. She pumped her breasts and I baby-sat and gave her time to be out with her friends and enjoy herself or a while.

Once when I had been drinking, I let it slip out to her just exactly what your fantasy is. The next morning when the cobwebs were out of my head, she asked me if what I had said was true. I had to ask her, “What did I say?” She told me and I said yes. She agreed immediately to being the one to give you what you want the most. She and I discussed it in length. I wanted her to be sure that she wanted to get involved and wasn’t doing it to “repay” me or anything. She told me that it excited her to think of a grown man nursing her milk-filled breasts. She wanted to do this for you, me and herself.

The last week of March finally arrived and I invited you over for a birthday supper. We ate together in the small escort bursa kitchen. My kids were at friends for the night and Karla was in her room with the baby. She came to the kitchen once while we were eating. She got breast milk from the freezer and thawed it, put it in a bottle and went back to her room to feed Annie. She had her TV on in there and we spent the next hour eating and cleaning the kitchen. We went to the living room and sat on the couch to watch a movie. You kicked off your shoes and relaxed a little. I fixed myself a drink and sat on the couch with your head in my lap. I unbuttoned your shirt and started rubbing your chest and circling your nipples with my fingertip. I watched as you grinned at me and I leaned forward to kiss you on the top of the head.

At 9 we headed to my bedroom and turned on the music and began to slightly sway together to the music. As we danced, we started undressing each other. I had the bed ready for us, and the candles were flickering, their scent filling the room. We lay together on the bed and made slow wonderful love to each other. In our after glow, we talked. The faint knock on the door was barely heard by you but I said, “Come on in.”

You pulled the sheet over us quickly, wondering who it was that was coming in the room. Karla had on a see thru teddy. Her long hair was pulled back and as she undressed in front of us, she had put tiny bows just above the nipples of her breasts. “Happy Birthday Will!” she said to you. You looked at me as if asking, “What is going on here?” I explained that finally you were going to get the one thing you fantasized about the most.

Your smile was all that was needed to show me that you approved of our plan. She climbed into the bed with us, propped up on pillows against the headboard. She pulled you to her and kissed you, telling you once again happy birthday. She instructed you to lean across her lap and she cradled your head into her arm. She offered you her breast. You first nuzzled it, then lay your head upon the fullness of it, causing milk to leak onto you. You extended your tongue and licked the drop that was about to fall from her nipple. Then greedily you started sucking with wild abandon.

I watched the look of contentment wash over you and I also watched as your cock became alive once again as you nursed from Karla’s breast. I took pictures of you and Karla. I had to have proof that when you woke up in the morning thinking bursa escort you had dreamed it all, that it was indeed true. After the picture taking, I began stroking your ever increasing shaft. I lowered my head and began to suck your erection. You moaned in pleasure and I heard Karla’s sharp intake of breath. I watched as you switched breasts. Karla groaned as you started emptying the fullness that she had been saving for you. Finally getting the release the full breast had been aching to get free of. I sucked your cock until you emptied the breast that you were nursing from

You pull me toward you and we kiss. I taste the sweetness of the breast milk from your tongue and lips. I straddle your hips and begin riding your very hard cock. You have 2 fingers buried into Karla’s wet pussy as you lick her clit with your tongue. Karla has a big smile on her face, one I haven’t seen on her in months. I orgasm and grab a condom off of the dresser. I slide it over your cock and instruct Karla that its once again time she feel the pleasure of a man in her pussy. I watch as she ever so gently straddles you. Her face contorts in pleasure/pain as she slides down over your cock. You lay still, not wanting to hurt her and let her do it at her own pace. Once she is crotch to crotch to you she starts bucking her hips and you rise to meet her thrusts. She leans forward so you once again suckle her breasts, one then the other. You hold her by the hips and bring yourself up to her as she lowers herself to you. A give her a slap to the butt which brings a squeal of delight from her.

I lean forward and kiss you, as your release your hold from Karla’s hips, you throw your arms around me and kiss me hard, your tongue darting inside my mouth. Karla’s fingers surprise me as I feel her insert them into me. Never once had we discussed any form of bi or bi curiosity. You pinched my nipples and held me tight with our lips still locked in a wild passionate kiss.

Karla started moaning and I knew she was starting her orgasm. We broke our kiss and watched as Karla’s orgasm overtook her. As her orgasm faded, she fell limply to your chest. You smacked her butt again and chuckled at her, “Baby, you are not getting off that easy!” you say to her. “I wanna taste that cum you have dripping out of that hot pussy. “You position yourself between her legs and start licking her pussy juice, using your fingers to keep the juice coming. You invite me to bursa grup escort join you as we both lick Karla’s hot wet pussy. With 2 tongues flicking over her stimulated clit, it doesn’t take long for Karla to start moaning once again. She reaches out and starts fondling my breasts as the orgasm spasms overtake her body.

She pulls me toward her and kisses me while you are still licking her bounty of juices. As the orgasm subsides, you fill her once again with your cock. I can tell by the way you pound into her that you are very turned on as you watch us kiss. With my ass in the air as she and I kiss, I get a slap on the butt from you and I hear you laugh once again.

You pull Karla’s feet up over your shoulders as you pump cock into her. Each thrust by you lifts her ass higher off the bed. I can tell you are getting ready to cum. I reach under you and insert my finger into Karla’s wet pussy and coat my finger with her juices. I then reach behind you to finger your ass with my lubricated finger. As I enter your ass you moan and pump harder into Karla. A slow pull on your nuts by me sends you over the edge and you empty your load into the condom protected pussy of Karla. As you withdraw from her I dive in to get the taste of her sweet pussy juices before pulling the condom off and licking your cock clean. You and I kiss. You taste Karla and yourself from my tongue and lips.

The 3 of us lay together on the bed and one by one we drift off to sleep. As I awake a while later, Karla has your cock in her mouth, I join her. We tongue fight over the tip of your cock and you have one of our breasts in each hand. Karla’s start dripping milk once again and she announces that it’s time for your 4a.m. feeding. She lays beside you and nurses you as I nurse the cum from your cock. Just as you are about to start on the 2nd breast, Annie starts crying from the other room and Karla pulls away from you and laughs as she says, “It’s the baby’s turn now sweetie. “She kisses you and once again tells you Happy Birthday and then grabs my robe and goes to the baby. You and I lay arm in arm as we discuss the events of the night we have just spent together.

The brightness see in your eyes tells me all I need to know. You admit that you had once thought how nice it would be to nurse from Karla, but that you would never approach her or me with it, but since we planned it out for you, it was one of the best surprises you had ever dreamed of. Karla returns to the bedroom with Annie nursing her breast. You watch intently as the small child greedily gulps the milk from her mother. Karla looks at you and tells you that as far as she is concerned, any leftovers are yours. We laugh, you grin and nod your approval.

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“Ok Jo, are you ready for makeup?”

Jo could hardly believe it. Finally her dreams of becoming an actress were coming true. Sure, it was only a made-for-cable movie that was more soft core porn than legitimate film, but so what? Making a movie is making a movie, and Jo was the lead!

Frank, the production designer, crossed over to Jo. “Ready to head for makeup?”

“Sure! Let’s get started!” Jo was more than ready.

“Did my assistant go over your makeup and costume for the shoot today?” Frank’s assistant, Mark, handled everything from budgets to effects for Frank. “I don’t want you to be surprised by anything.”

Jo smiled. “All I know is that I won’t be wearing much of anything. He said the studio developed a new technique just for this film.”

“We had to for this production,” replied Frank. “After all, it’s not every day that a hottie like yourself gets transformed into a mannequin.”

Jo grinned at the description of her character. “I have to tell you, I’ve never been a mannequin before.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. And anyway, the effects department developed a new technique that will allow us to make you look exactly like a living mannequin.”

Jo wrinkled her nose. “How’s that going to work?”

“There are a number of steps to the process, but basically we’ll be treating certain parts of your body with a new polymer that allows us to create the effect that you are made of plastic,” explained Frank.

“What does that mean,” she asked.

“Easy. When another actor touches you, instead of your skin moving, this polymer will create a shell that perfectly conforms to your body. We think the effect will be stunning, especially during the more intimate scenes.”

“Wow! That sounds cool!”

“It really is. Of course the polymer allows your skin to breathe, so there will be no adverse effects to you.”

Jo was impressed at the lengths the studio was taking for a relatively low budget movie. While she didn’t remember being told about the details of her makeup and costume, she was interested to see how it would work.

Frank looked at Jo. “Any questions so far?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered. “Wait, I do have one. How long do you anticipate the shoot to take?”

Frank scratched his head. “The plan is two, three days tops. But, just in case, we’ve scheduled the rest of the week to shoot your scenes.”

Jo counted the days in her head. It was Monday, so the worst case scenario would mean that she’d have to get in and out of full body makeup five times. Not a great situation, but the fact that she was starring in a movie made the thought bearable.

“Well, here we are!” Frank interrupted Jo’s thoughts. “You ready?”

Jo nodded and opened the door to the makeup studio. The studio contained just about everything ever invented for movie makeup, and enough staff members to handle an epic. Jeffry, the head of the makeup department was waiting, ready to greet Jo as she entered.

“Hi Jo! Ready to get started?”

Jo looked around the room, anxiously counting all the people who would be doing her makeup. “Sure, what do I do,” she asked nervously.

“First of all, relax! We’re here to make you look amazing. Don’t worry about being nervous or embarrassed. We’ve seen everything before, and when I say everything I mean everything!” Jeffry’s reassuring smile eased Jo’s tension.

She looked around the room at the smiling faces of the staff and began to laugh. “I guess you have seen it all before! Lead the way Sir Jeffry!” Jo’s fears of being nude in front of complete strangers vanished, and anyway, she’d have to get used to it sooner or later. After all, she had signed on to make the movie.

“You can just call me Jeff, but I’m flattered by the Sir part! Since this might take a bit of time, you might want to visit the restroom before we begin. When you’re done freshening up, you can leave your clothing in the changing room. Hanging on the door, you’ll find a robe that you are free to use.”

“Thanks! I’ll be back in a moment!”

As Jo headed for the restroom, the staff started preparations for the makeup session. Tray after tray of brushes, along with makeup of all colors appeared, ready for use by the skilled artisans. Jeff busied himself with the air compressor and airbrush that would be used to apply the polymer to Jo’s skin. Everyone was so engrossed in their work that they didn’t even notice when Jo reappeared from the changing room.

“I’m ready!”

The entire staff turned to see Jo, standing seductively in the middle of the room, completely naked. From her short red hair framing her perfectly sculpted face, past her firm breasts with pert nipples, and her completely smooth crotch and pouting pussy lips, down to her shapely legs, Jo was the epitome of beauty. She could feel the eyes of every makeup artist, male and female, take in her luscious body.

“Wow!” Jeffry whistled. “Now that’s what I call an entrance.”

“Thanks! Where do you want me?”

Jeffry knew he couldn’t really give Jo the first answer that bursa escort came to his head. He tried to ignore the erection growing in his jeans and the dirty thoughts running through his head. Instead, he motioned for her to hop up onto a padded table in the middle of the room. “This is the worst part of the process, so I apologize in advance.”

Jo relaxed on the table as one of the techs helped her recline on her back. “What’s so bad about this?” She had to admit she was enjoying the attention as the tech gently guided her legs apart.

“Didn’t Frank tell you?”

Jo was trying not to get lost in the sensations that were coming from between her legs. The tech was slowly examining Jo’s lips and pussy, sending small but insistent waves of pleasure through her body. “Tell me what?”

Jeffry looked at Frank who just shook his head. “We need to implant a catheter in you.”

That got Jo’s attention. She quickly forgot those lovely feelings coming from between her legs as she looked at Jeffry. “A catheter? Why?” While Jo had experienced many things in her life, a catheter was not one of them, and the idea of a tube being forced into her bladder did not sound very attractive at the moment.

“I can’t believe no one told you. I promise you that it won’t be too painful, and in the end it’ll be worth it.”

Jo didn’t believe him, but she also knew she signed a contract to do the movie, and submit herself to whatever makeup or costume decisions the production staff needed. While this seemed like it was crossing the line, she looked at Jeffry and knew that she could trust him. “Ok, if you say it’ll be worth it. But if this hurts, even a little bit, how about you take me out to dinner?”

Jeffry smiled. “How about I take you out to dinner regardless? Thanks for being a good sport about this. Now just relax, and we’ll get this taken care of as quickly as possible.”

Jo closed her eyes as she felt the tech’s hands on her most private area. Bracing herself for the worst, she only winced slightly as she felt the slender tube invade her sensitive hole and slide smoothly into her bladder. She felt a slight pressure as the tube was anchored in place, knowing that it wasn’t coming out until the day was over. She opened her eyes to look down past her breasts and firm stomach to see a clear tube protruding from between her lips. The other end of the tube was resting in a small bed pan, slowly filling with her urine as it flowed from her now uncontrollable bladder.

Jo laughed at the sight. “So are you going to let me drip all over the movie set? I know we’re trying to be erotic in this flick, but I didn’t know that this was what you were going for!”

“No silly! This is only the first step.” Jeff held up a small device, no bigger than a quarter and as thick as a book of matches. “We’ll trim the catheter tube and connect it to this remote control valve. The valve and the tube will be concealed in your makeup. Then, once we’re finished with makeup and on the set, we’ll still have complete control over your bladder functions.”

As Jeff finished explaining, another tech quickly trimmed the tube protruding from Jo and quickly fitted the valve. As suddenly as it started, Jo’s fluids were no longer dripping in the pan.

Jo was fascinated. She’d never lost control of her most basic functions like this before. “So, the obvious question is…how do I go to the bathroom? I mean, you don’t have to come in the stall with me to open the valve, do you?”

Jeffry laughed as he held up what looked like a remote control key fob for a car. “You just let me know when you are ready, and I’ll push this button.” He demonstrated and Jo could see a thin trickle begin to flow from the valve hanging just below her pussy. “Then when you’re done, I hit this button and it stops.” Quickly, the flow stopped, and Jeffry pocketed the remote.

The fact that Jeffry was maintaining possession of the remote was not lost on Jo. She was about to protest, when she realized that the thought of being controlled by someone else was actually turning her on. Now that the pain having the catheter inserted had passed, Jo began to accept the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.

Jo looked seductively at Jeffry. “Well, since you are now officially in control of my bladder, I think I may have to call you Sir!”

Jeffry tried to ignore the comment as he gazed at the beautiful nude laying in front of him. He hoped his erection was hidden by his lose fitting lab coat that he usually wore to protect his street clothes from makeup stains. But he couldn’t help but playfully answer her back. “Maybe you’ll have to!”

The two of them spent a moment looking at each other when Jeffry broke the spell and looked around the room. “Ok, let’s get this show on the road. We have a lot to do here before we’re ready to shoot. Let’s get her ready for the polymer treatment.”

With that command, the entire staff sprung into action. Jo did her best not to squirm as another tech gently began to towel off her pussy which was escort bayan still damp from her urine and excitement. As soon as the tech had Jo dry, the first tech reappeared wearing latex gloves and carrying a small dildo. Jo’s eyes widened in surprise. “I hope you’re not planning to shove that where I think you will!”

“Don’t worry, my dear,” replied Jeffrey. “But, we do need to insert this in you. I hope you don’t mind too much.” Measuring about six inches long and about an inch in diameter, the tech gently slid the dildo into Jo’s willing and waiting pussy. Not big enough to cause any discomfort, but large enough to be constantly noticed, Jo allowed the warm sensations to sweep through her body. With the intruder filling her, Jo closed her eyes as she felt the tech’s warm hands make some small adjustments to the dildo. She could feel her nipples harden with excitement as the techs continued to work. She barely noticed the coolness of what felt like a cream being applied to her damp pussy lips, as the tech held them closed around the base of the dildo. Finally, Jo felt the hands release their grip on her lips.

Jeff came over to inspect their work. “Looks good ladies! All done with phase one.”

Jo opened her eyes. She couldn’t tell what was different other than there was a dildo lodged very pleasurably in her pussy.

Jeff looked up at Jo. “How are you doing so far? Hanging in there?”

Jo laughed. “Yeah, I’m hanging in there. Whoever designed this getup should be shot. I’m horny as hell! Was there actually a purpose to shoving that dildo in me, or are you just trying to get me in character for the shoot?”

“Actually, we need it for some of the shots,” he explained.

“I thought we were shooting soft core. You can’t show that on cable!”

Jeff chuckled. “You’re correct about that. Let me explain what we just did to you.”

Jo shifted on the table, feeling the dildo shift inside of her.

“What is actually inside of your, uh, vagina right now is actually a mount for a mannequin pole. There is a scene that requires you to be attached to a display base, much like you’d see in a clothing store.”

Jo reviewed the script in her head. She recalled reading that scene, and wondering how they would achieve that effect. Now she knew!

“Instead of trying to fake the look, we decided to install a mounting jack for the pole inside of you. You’ll find it will be much more comfortable than having to hold the pose for the shoot. It’s designed to be able to take your full weight without any discomfort.”

Jo looked unconvinced. “You sure about that?”

“Oh yeah,” smiled Jeff. “Just ask Rose over there. She was our guinea pig. She was mounted to the display pole for ten hours one day last week.”

Jo looked over to a short brunette who was quickly turning three shades of red. “At least I’m not the only one who’s had to take one for the team on this project!” Jo shifted her weight again, just to revive some of the sensations that the dildo and future pole mount created in her already aroused body. “So, what keeps this thing inside of me? I’m assuming since it’s already in me, that you expect it to be there for all the shots.”

“A very good question,” replied Jeff. “We’ve used a medical grade super glue to attach it to your body. The glue also keeps your pussy sealed shut. After all, we can’t have an overly excited actress dripping all over the sets! That’s why we needed the catheter for you. The valve and tube is secured inside you.”

Jo shuddered as she absorbed Jeff’s explanation. “Super glue? How are you going to get it out of me?” The thought of being trapped with a dildo inside of her and no way to remove it sent shock waves of pleasure through Jo’s body. One part of her was scared shitless that she was literally stuck like this, but she was also incredibly turned on by the prospect.

“Don’t worry,” said Jeff. “We have a special formula that dissolves the glue and the polymer in minutes, leaving no residue on the skin. It’s perfectly safe, right Rose?”

Rose, who had just regained her composure after being singled out before, quickly bowed her head and regained her bright red complexion.

Jo looked intently at Jeff. “But, who will take care of me?”

“You have my word Jo. I’ll make sure you are attended to,” replied Jeff.

Looking into Jeff’s eyes, Jo knew that he would take care of her, in more ways than one. With that thought, yet another wave of pleasure crashed through Jo’s body.

Jeff just smiled. “Now, are you ready to continue? We have to have you ready for filming first thing after lunch. Hop down here and follow me.”

Jo swung her legs over the side of the table, feeling the dildo shift inside of her. She lowered herself to the ground, and slowly followed Jeff to the spray booth, feeling every step in her filled and aroused pussy. By the time she reached the booth, Jo was panting with excitement. If just walking twenty feet had that effect, she had no idea how she’d make it through a movie shoot.

Jeff’s bursa eve gelen escort voice interrupted her thoughts. “Stand here please, feet shoulder width apart, arms straight out to the side.” Jo adopted the pose as Jeff grabbed what looked like plastic wrap and began wrapping her legs and torso with the thin, transparent material. “I have to mask the parts of your body we don’t want the polymer to stick,” he explained. “Otherwise you won’t be able to move!” When Jeff was finished with the wrap, he used painter’s tape to complete the masking. When finished, other than her head, only Jo’s full breasts and sealed pussy lips were visible.

Jeff picked up the airbrush and was about to pull the trigger. “Shit,”

Jo was instantly worried she did something wrong. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot a step. I’m so sorry about this, but if we don’t do this, you’ll have a very uncomfortable time with the film shoot.” Jeff dropped the airbrush and disappeared into another room.

Jo couldn’t imagine what would be so uncomfortable, but she didn’t have much of a choice. Standing in the middle of the spray booth, with every part of her body except for her head, breasts and pussy wrapped in plastic wrap and tape, she could barely move. Before she could formulate any intelligent question, Jeff returned with a bottle of lube and a butt plug.

“We need to put this in you,” he explained.

Jo looked at the plug. “No way! I’ve never had anything in my ass before, and that’s not going to change now!”

“You don’t understand,” argued Jeff. “If you don’t have a plug in when we apply the polymer, once it dries, you won’t be able to, uh, you know…”

“Poop?” laughed Jo.

“Yeah, that’s it. The polymer needs to allow room for your butt to expand to do its thing. I’m assuming you don’t want to be filled up that way with no way to expel anything.”

“I guess I don’t.” Jo knew she had no choice. She could either deal with the butt plug for a little bit now, or deal with the inability to defecate for the entire shoot. “Let’s get this over with. But be gentle!”

Jeff walked behind Jo and knelt on the floor. He was greeted with a close up view of Jo’s tight ass, and perfect pussy, now sealed shut with just the tip of the dildo protruding. He began to massage the lube on Jo’s crack, slowly working it into her virgin asshole. He could hear her breath quicken as he gently slipped one finger inside of her. He worked more lube in her, preparing her for the plug.

Jo could feel his hands working their magic on her ass. She had never let anyone have her anal cherry, for fear that it would hurt. But with every thrust of Jeff’s fingers, she felt the most amazing pleasure. By the time he finished lubing her, Jo was almost on the verge of an orgasm.

“You ready for the plug?”

Jo just nodded her head as Jeff began to lube the plug. If only her arms were free, she could reach down and pleasure her filled pussy and pinch her engorged nipples. She was floating on cloud nine, feeling every sensation in her body as if it was the first time. She gasped as she felt the tip of the plug push against her hole. Trying to relax, she could feel her ass get stretched as inch by inch of the plug filled her. Jo felt like she would explode as Jeff worked the plug, easing it in until he met resistance, then pulling it out a bit before trying again. Every thrust sent Jo to a new level of excitement as finally the plug was firmly seated in her ass. Jo’s eyes were closed, trying to absorb the rush of sensations flowing through her body.

“You hanging in there?” Jeff was peering intently at Jo.

“Yeah, barely,” she whispered. “But you have me horny beyond belief. Maybe you’ll have to do more than take me out for dinner.”

Jeff just smiled. “Maybe you’re right. But until that point, we have to get you ready. Now hold still while I apply the polymer.”

Jo laughed. “Like I have a choice. You have me trussed up like I’m a convicted killer. Do your magic Sir Jeff.”

Jeff’s already hard dick twitched as she called him Sir. He picked up the airbrush and began to spray the polymer that would bond to Jo’s skin, changing it from soft and supple to feeling like it was actually made of plastic. He carefully coated each of her breasts with their erect nipples, watching them harden even more as the cool mist from the airbrush touched her skin. Satisfied that he had not missed any spots, Jeff turned his attention to Jo’s stuffed ass and pussy. With the air brush only inches from her pouting lips, he applied the polymer, completely covering her filled pussy and plugged ass. Satisfied, he set the air brush on the ground.

“Are we finished?” Jo was tiring of the strenuous pose, even with the assistance of the plastic wrap and tape.

“Not quite. I need to apply another coat to some of the areas,” replied Jeff. “But don’t worry. You’ll be able to move soon.”

With that, he picked up the airbrush and began his work again. For Jo, the second coat was not nearly as exciting. During the first coat, she could feel the spray from the airbrush caress her most sensitive parts, making her already aroused body sing with pleasure. But for this second coat, she could feel nothing. Watching Jeff work, she knew she should feel something on her body, but the first coat of polymer eliminated any feeling from her breasts and pussy.

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Chapter One

Maria Williams checked the time on her iPhone… three o’clock… time for her weekly call to Angela. She and Angela are best friends, and have known each other since attending kindergarten together at Mariposa Elementary School. Their relationship could be described more like sisters, than best friends. They confide in each other about everything in their lives. They even tell each other the intimate details about their love lives. Angela knows everything about Maria’s husband, Marcus, like the fact that he loves looking at, sniffing, and eating pussy, and Maria knows that Angela’s husband, Jason, loves getting pegged in the ass with a strap-on dildo.

Maria has known Jason since high school. In fact, they dated their sophomore and junior years. Jason was the first boy she was intimate with…having given him a blowjob that she still remembers fondly. They broke up amicably at the start of their senior year. She even arranged a date involving her best girlfriend Angela and her ex-boyfriend Jason, which was a resounding success. It was true love at their first kiss, and they were happily married immediately after they graduated from college.

Jason and Marcus know each from playing together on the Mariposa High School football team. Jason was the first string quarterback and Marcus was his most dependable receiver.

Maria has also known Marcus since high school, but only as a good friend and her afterschool study buddy. They attended different colleges, but kept in touch during their college years. Over time, Marcus started to have feelings for Maria. Being her friend was wonderful, but he decided he needed more. One day at dinner he shared his feelings with her. They agreed to give dating a try, and to take it slow. That was a nice idea, but they discovered on their first date that there was a smoldering sexual attraction between them that they couldn’t deny. A month later they were married, and Angela was the maid of honor.

Over the years the two couples have become the closest of friends, and they have gone on several vacations and trips together. The trip that cemented their friendship happened about five years ago. Jason had been offered, and he had accepted his dream job. Unfortunately, this job would require relocating out of the United States for several years. The two couples decided to go on one last backpacking trip together in Yosemite National Park. Their destination was Mattie Lake, which is a pristine alpine lake in the Yosemite high country. It’s not on any established park trail, and they knew that they would have the location all to themselves.

Angela and Jason were first to arrive at the lake. They weren’t expecting their friends for a few hours and decided to spend that time making love to each other. Unfortunately, Maria and Marcus walked in on them with Jason’s dick buried in Angela’s pussy, which was a little awkward to say the least. Maria decided to lighten the mood, and stripped off her clothes, and encouraged Marcus to do the same. In no time at all, everyone was feeling comfortable being naked in front of each other, and they all went skinny-dipping in the cool waters of Mattie Lake.

Later that afternoon, Maria was lamenting the fact that the two couples were going to be separated for a long time. She offered a suggestion… that they should seize this opportunity and use it to become even closer friends. They were going to be together for four days, and she suggested that each day one of them share a sexual fantasy with the group, and that they would do whatever that person desired, no matter how bazar of kinky it might seem. They agreed to trust each other and be open about their feelings.

Well… here’s what happened.

Maria’s fantasy took place on the first day of the trip. Her dream was to be fucked from behind and to suck a rock hard cock at the same time. The two husbands took turns.

Jason’s fantasy occurred on the second day. His desire was to have his sexy wife sit on his face while Maria fucked him in the ass with a strap-on dildo.

Marcus’ fantasy took place on the third day. He wanted Angela to pee on his dick while Maria jacked him off. He also requested that Angela and Maria suck Jason’s dick and balls at the same time, while he watched. As it turned out, the two men ended up facing each other, with Maria rubbing the heads of their dicks together. The result was a semen festival.

The fourth day was Angela’s turn. She had the men tied up, naked on the ground, and the women did whatever they wanted to them. Afterwards, she had Jason fuck her in the ass, while Maria fucked her pussy with the strap-on dildo. At the same time, Marcus had his big black cock in her mouth.

All four of them had a wonderful experience that they’d cherish forever, after which they had a special bond between them… love.

Maria picked up her iPad, started the Facetime application, and selected Angela from the contacts list. After a few seconds she saw her girlfriend’s face on the screen.

“Hi Angela. How’s the weather in Paris today?”

Her girlfriend gave her a warm heartfelt bursa escort smile. ‘Oh Maria. It’s so nice to see your face. I love living in Paris, but I still miss you so much. But good news! Jason is being transferred back to California in two months. I’m so exited. I can’t wait to be with you again!”

Maria clapped her hands. “Wow Angela. You just gave me an early Christmas present. We’re going to have so much fun getting caught up. I can’t wait!”

“Yeah, it’ll be great. How’s your family doing? Your kids must keep you pretty busy.”

Maria chuckled, “I love my kids, but four is a handful. I love Marcus more than ever, but I told him if he got me knocked up again I’d turn his balls into mash potatoes!”

Angela laughed out loud, “Yeah, I’ll bet you’d do it too!” Anything new with Marcus?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, he has an appointment to get a vasectomy at the UC Merced Medical Center this afternoon.” She checked the time on her cell phone. “He should be there by now. I just hope everything goes smoothly for him. I know he felt pretty nervous about it.”

Maria looked at Angela’s face and immediately she could tell something was wrong. Her smile had faded and her eyes began to shine with tears. He lips began to tremble.

“Angela… honey… what’s wrong? Please tell me.”

Angela’s face contorted and she began to cry. “Oh Maria… I’m so, so, sad. Every time I think about it.”

“Tell me about it, Angela. Maybe I can help.”

“Ok, Maria. You know we’ve been trying to have a baby for the last year. I started getting concerned that we couldn’t have kids, so I had myself tested, and I was ok. But when Jason got tested, the results showed that he couldn’t get me pregnant. His sperm count is way too low. This is making me so depressed… I can’t stand feeling this way, especially now that something good has come along… moving back home. Every time I see you with your beautiful children I know I’m going to feel jealous of you.”

Angela began to sob uncontrollably.

Maria let her friend cry for a little while. She started thinking of ways she could help Angela.

“You know Angela, there are alternatives. You guys could adopt, or you could try artificial insemination with an anonymous sperm donor. You have options, you know.”

Angela sniffled a few times, and then blew her nose into a Kleenex.

“We’ve talked about that. Jason said adoption is not an option he’s willing to consider. He’s open to me being the biological mother, but he can’t accept the sperm donor being a total stranger. He said he might be open to it if we knew the donor. He’s afraid of passing on bad genes to an innocent baby. You know, like a predisposition to cancer or schizophrenia.”

Maria processed what Angela had just told her in her mind for a few seconds. Then it dawned on her. The solution was so obvious. She got exited and clapped her hands.

“Oh Angela! I know how to fix this! Marcus can be your sperm donor! He loves you and Jason like family, and so do I, honey. Please, let us do this for you! What do you say? Can we knock you up?”

Her friend looked back at her from the screen of the iPad. Then she looked away for a few seconds, trying to imagine in her mind how this could work out. The two couples were already so close; this child would almost have four parents, instead of the usual two. Finally, she made her decision.

She smiled at her friend. “I think it’s a super idea, Maria. I’ll talk to Jason tonight when he gets home from work. Do you think Marcus will be ok with being a father again, even though it would be more like an uncle?”

Maria chuckled, “I think I can convince him it’s a good idea. He loves you Angela, and I’m sure he’d do anything in his power to help you and Jason.”

Maria smiled. She felt good about her idea, and that what they would be doing was something noble. Then she thought about how she would present her plan to Marcus. She thought about him, and how happy she was to have him as her husband. Then she remembered where Marcus was.

She clapped a hand over her mouth but still managed to scream out, “Oh shit! Marcus is supposed to be getting a vasectomy right now. I have to stop him!!”

Maria picked up her iPhone and entered a text message to her husband.

Chapter Two

Marcus exited the elevator and walked over to the office directory hanging on the wall in front of him. He scanned it quickly and found the department he was looking for, Outpatient Surgery, which was located in suite 701A. He noticed that the Family Planning Clinic was in 701B.

He’d been dreading this day for months. Today was the day he would get a vasectomy. He thought to himself, “Ok Marcus… there’s nothing to be afraid of. Some local anesthetic, and a little snip-snip, and you’re out of here. What’s the worst that could happen? Just a little tenderness down there for a day or two, and you’ll be back to normal… piece of cake? Right? Right! Let’s get this over with.”

He walked slowly down the hallway, reading the suite numbers as he passed by the bursa suriyeli escort doors. When he came to the door with 701 on it he stopped.

He thought to himself, “Wow, maybe this is a bad idea. What if Doctor Kawashima’s hand slips, and he accidentally castrates me? What if he severs an artery and I bleed out? Shit! Why the fuck did I get myself into this mess?”

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Then he remembered why he’d agreed to this. There were four reasons for getting sterilized… Marcus Junior, who’s five years old, Jason is his four year old, Angela is three, and finally the little shit disturber, Willie, who’s in his terrible two’s.

His beautiful wife, Maria, had given him an ultimatum… get himself fixed or she would never peg him in the ass again, and if he got her pregnant again she would give him a vasectomy the old fashioned way… say goodbye to your balls, asshole! She threatened to “stomp on them until they turned into mashed potatoes.”

Marcus saw the logic in taking care of the problem, but he was really paranoid about having surgery. He finally came to the conclusion that he had no choice… his fate was sealed. He opened the door and walked into the waiting room of suite 701.

There were two counters along the walls for patients to check in. The one on the right had a sign on the wall that said “Outpatient Surgery.” There was no one behind the counter that he could talk to. He looked over at the counter to his left, which had a sign on the wall that said “Family Planning Clinic.” A beautiful young Hispanic woman in a white nurse’s uniform sat behind the counter. She had shiny long black hair that was tied in a ponytail, and she was staring at the computer screen in front of her. He decided to check in with her.

He approached the counter and waited patiently for the nurse to notice him. He looked at her more closely while he waited. Her lips were plump and colored bright red, which he found very attractive. Her eye makeup accentuated her beautiful brown eyes. She reminded him of that sexy television actress, Sophia Vergara, whom his buddy at work calls “Sophia Viagra”.

Marcus noticed a gold chain with a turquoise cross hanging around her neck that was resting an inch above her ample cleavage. After admiring the cross and its location for a few seconds, he turned his attention to her hands and noticed she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

Marcus shuffled his feet a few times and the nurse finally noticed him. She looked up at him and smiled warmly, “Oh, hi there! Are you checking in Sir?”

Marcus stared back at her for a few seconds before answering. His nerves were affecting him more than he realized. “Uh… um… I mean, yes… checking in.”

She looked at him closely. She’d seen many nervous patients before and knew the best way to handle them was to make them feel welcome.

“That’s great, Sir. So… will you be making a donation today?”

Marcus gave her a puzzled look. He wondered why she asked him about making a donation, and then it dawned on him that she worked at the Family Planning Clinic and she was asking if he was there to donate sperm.

“Uh… No Miss. My name is Marcus Williams, and I… um… have an appointment you see… I mean I have an appointment to see Doctor Kawashima at the Outpatient Surgery. I thought I’d check in with you, since there’s no one at the other reception desk. I hope that’s ok?”

The nurse giggled, “Oops, sorry about that. A lot of our donors are nervous the first time, so I thought that’s why you’re here. Let me check your doctor’s schedule.” She perused her computer screen for a few seconds and found his name.”

“Ok, there you are. Marcus L Williams… and you’re here today for a… vasectomy?” Her bright smile disappeared and for a second she had a look of disappointment on her beautiful face.

The nurse grabbed a clipboard and attached some paper work to it, and then handed it to him along with a number two pencil. “I need you to fill out these forms. While you’re doing that, I’ll call over to the surgery department to see if they’re ready for you.”

He took the clipboard from her, and then he noticed the nametag on her chest. It said “Maria Blanca, RN” and under her name in parenthesis is said “The Closer.” He smiled at her and said, “Thank you for your help, Maria.”

As he took his seat he thought, “that’s odd, why does her nametag have “The Closer” on it?” He decided he might ask her about it if there was an opportunity.

He proceeded to fill out the paperwork. It was the standard medical questionnaire; name, address, date of birth, medical history and medications, allergies, etc. Under the questionnaire there was another list of questions from the urologist, and a liability release form for the surgery.

He scanned the first page and then looked up at the nurse. She picked up a phone handset and dialed. A few seconds later she said, “Hi Jenny, it’s Maria The Closer from Family Planning. I have a Marcus L Williams here in the waiting görükle escort room. He has an appointment with Doctor Kawashima.” She listened to Jenny for a few seconds. “Sure, I can help. I don’t mind at all. I’ll bring him over in a few minutes. The receptionist should be back from lunch any time now. Bye Jenny.” She put the handset back on the phone base and turned her attention back to her computer screen.

A minute later an older woman wearing surgical scrubs came into the waiting room and walked over to the Family Planning reception desk. She called out to the nurse, “I’m back Maria. Thanks for covering for me.”

The nurse smiled back at the woman, “You’re welcome, Margret. How was lunch?”

Margret answered, “It was ok, I guess. I’m on another diet. It’s hard to get excited about a green salad with dressing on the side and herbal tea. You’re so lucky Maria. You can eat anything you want, never gain an ounce of weight, and still have that gorgeous figure. How the hell do you do that?”

The nurse chuckled, “I think I’m just lucky… good genes… my sisters all have hour glass figures, but besides that, I do get a lot of physical activity here at work.”

Margret took a seat next to Maria behind the reception desk.

It took about fifteen minutes for Marcus to complete the paperwork and answer all the questions. After he was done he got up and walked back to the reception desk, and laid the clipboard on the counter. The nurse looked up at him and smiled, “Alright Mister Williams, I’ll escort you in. They’re short handed today so they asked me to assist Doctor Kawashima. Follow me please.”

She stood up and walked around the end of the reception desk. Marcus was stunned. Nurse Maria was a very tall woman. He’s six feet tall, and she was almost the same height as him. Her tight nurse’s uniform clung to her womanly body. Her breasts were large, round, and firm. Her uniform was zipped up front but not all the way to the top, and the tops of her breasts were exposed. The hem of her uniform was six inches above her knees, showing her attractive legs.

Maria “The Closer” was a most unusual nurse. She was wearing white high heel shoes and black silk stockings with seams in the back. She walked confidently across the waiting room to a door that was to the right of the reception desk of Outpatient Surgery. Marcus stood still, watching her ass as she walked away from him. She had a great ass! It was plump and round and it wiggled when she walked. Marcus thought to himself, “Man… I’d like to tap that! That is one sexy woman! Damn!”

Marcus walked quickly across the room to catch up with her.

She opened the door and held it for him to walk through. Once inside, she had him step onto a scale and made a note of his weight on the clipboard in her hand. Then she had him stand against the wall so she could measure his height.

She looked at him, “You’re six feet tall and your weight is one hundred and eight-six pounds, which is ideal for your height.” She looked up and down at his muscular body, before looking into his eyes. She gave him a warm smile, “I can tell you’re very healthy. Do you go to the gym, Marcus?”

He smiled back at her, “I usually go on weekends. During the week it’s hit and miss… kind of a busy schedule.”

She returned his smile, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

She turned around and walked down the hallway. She stopped at the third door on the right, and pointed her finger towards the inside of the room. “We’ll be using this room for your surgery today. There’s a surgical gown hanging on the wall. Please take off all your cloths and put the gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you. Any questions, Marcus?”

He walked into the room. There was an examination table in one corner of the room, and next to it was a straight back chair. Just to the left of the doorway was a counter with cabinets below it, and a service sink in the middle of it. Marcus sat on the chair and took a deep breath. His nerves were really kicking in now. He was thinking, “What did I get myself into?” His lips were pressed tightly together when he answered her in a hoarse whisper, “Do you think this will take very long?”

She came into the room and put her hand on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes, “Wow, you really are scared, aren’t you? Well, there’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Doctor Kawashima can do a vasectomy in his sleep with one hand tied behind his back. He’s the best.”

She squeezed his shoulder, trying to reassure him. “The prep for the surgery takes about fifteen minutes, and the surgery itself takes less than half an hour. You’ll be out of here in an hour.”

She turned around and headed towards the doorway. As she was exiting she said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes to prep you. After you change you can take a seat at the end of the examination table.”

The beautiful nurse closed the door behind her as she exited the room. Marcus pulled the gown from a hook on the wall. Behind the gown there was a large canvas shopping bag with writing on it that said, “UC Merced Medical Center.” He decided the bag was for storing his clothes. He quickly stripped off his clothing and placed them in the bag, and then hung the bag back on the hook. He placed his cell phone on top of his cloths so he could get to it easily. He put on the gown and sat down on the end of the examination table. It felt cool on his naked butt cheeks.

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The first part of this story was posted in the ‘Loving wives’ category, but as the tale evolved I thought it was better suited to ‘Fetish’. There are aspects of mild femdom and male chastity, but I emphasize ‘mild.’

If you haven’t already I suggest you read the first part to understand the characters and what’s going on. Otherwise enjoy.

I welcome feedback and comments, good or bad, but please try to be constructive.

Phallophobia is a real and recognized condition.

June 1st.

So it was that John sat on the toilet late at night, with his wilting cock in his hand, while his wife slept in the next room, and he considered fucking another woman.

At first he felt angry; angry at Louise for rejecting him, angry at himself for blaming her, and then angry at Josie for tempting him. But that soon turned to remorse, because he knew that he only had himself to blame, Louise couldn’t help the way she was, and all Josie had done was talk. He was the weak one; he was the one who couldn’t control his urges. But then came self pity; Louise’s problem was the reason he was here, it wasn’t his fault but he was the one being denied time and time again, and Josie didn’t really help, she may have just been speaking what was on her mind, but she had made it clear she was available, causing him to have all these doubts and complications. God damn it! He was getting by perfectly okay before she threw that spanner into the works!

With his arousal dampened, but confused beyond words, and not knowing what he should do, John returned to bed. Louise breathed softly and mumbled something in her sleep, he looked at her face, she was so beautiful, and he loved her so much. He kissed her forehead then lay down to sleep, but the image in his mind of his wife blended with Josie’s smiling face.

……

As the old saying goes: things will look better in the morning! And so they did: John realized it was just his self pity brought on by the evening’s alcohol that caused the turmoil he had felt. Now, in the warm sunlight of a summer’s day everything seemed much clearer. He laughed at something Louise said, and for the hundredth time that morning he wondered why he would ever want to be with anybody but her.

His contentment lasted just three days.

………

John had avoided the subject of what happened in the cupboard with Josie, but the tension in the air was undeniable, and it was only a matter of time until one of them said something, and that something changed everything.

“How are things with Louise?” Josie asked. She was pouring coffee from a pot they kept on a shelf in the corner of the office.

John looked up from the document he was reading “what…em, Louise? Yeah she’s good. Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t ask how she was; I asked how things were between you now? But if you’d rather not say that’s okay. “

John knew what things Josie meant, and though it was a private matter he felt he owed her an answer “No I don’t mind. Actually things are much the same, we’re, you know…” And he spread his hands in a ‘what can you do’ gesture.

Josie placed a cup of coffee in front of John, and then went back to her seat “so, still no sex?” She said bluntly.

John spluttered on his drink and then half coughing and half laughing he said “no, no sex.”

“God! You must be really frustrated. Do you, you know?” and she made a small fist and pumped it suggestively. John grinned and shook his head, and Josie laughed “I’m sorry, I’m only teasing,” she said.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind. But yes, I do get very frustrated…any suggestions?” He said and mentally bit his tongue “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Don’t keep apologizing, I’m not a child and yes I do have a suggestion,” she said. Then when it was clear that he wasn’t going to take the bait she told him “I think we both know what we want. There’ll be no strings attached, just two curious people. It’s your decision.”

John didn’t know quite what to say. This moment had been constantly on his mind for the last two weeks, but he’d also tried to avoid it, and so he wasn’t prepared. Josie had taken him by surprise. He looked at the woman standing before him, she really was gorgeous. But so was Louise, and did he really want to cheat on his wife? But if he did, would it really be so bad…just once…just to relieve the frustration? After all: hadn’t he organized the date night with this in mind, a final test for himself and Louise? Surely, with the way she was, it would only help them, ease the tension which had been growing between them, at least on his side. So, almost convincing himself that he was doing the right thing, that he was actually helping his marriage, he coughed to clear his throat.

“So what do we do? Err…should we rent a…you know, a room or something…a hotel?”

Josie smiled and her body seemed to relax. It had been difficult asking the question. But she had thought of nothing else since that day in the cupboard. Why John had this effect on her bursa escort she didn’t know, she didn’t love him nor did she want an affair with him, it was just some kind of magnetism, and would it really hurt…just once? So not realizing how her thoughts echoed his she said “Why don’t we take an early day, I only live twenty minutes away,” and although she was younger and John was effectively her boss, they both knew she was the one in control.

Taking his hand she led him unresisting from the room, down to her car and on the twenty minute journey to her apartment.

…..

“You can do what you want,” Josie said “anything.”

They stood facing each other in the centre of a sparsely furnished but comfortable looking living room. The apartment was larger than John had imagined with two good sized bedrooms and an open plan kitchen diner. A small balcony overlooked a well tended communal garden one story below. Josie poured two glasses of white wine and handed one to John while she tapped a few icons on her phone to play some background music.

John felt like a nervous teenager on a first date. He smiled self-consciously at Josie, an image of Louise flashed into his mind and he almost panicked and had the urge to run. It was one thing to fantasize and talk about having extra marital sex, but quite another to actually go through with it. He wasn’t sure he could do it and was about to apologize to Josie and make his escape when she moved closer, and standing on her toes she touched her mouth to his.

Everything seemed to happen naturally after that. Josie took their glasses and placed them on a small table. As she turned back she was already undoing the buttons of her shirt, John followed her lead and quickly slipped his jacket from his shoulders. He too began to release the buttons of his own shirt when Josie stopped him.

“Undress me first,” she said huskily “I want to be naked while you’re still dressed.”

John smiled and slowly opened her shirt to reveal her pale blue bra. He gently ran his fingers across the top of her breasts, tracing the edge of the lacy garment. He leaned in to kiss her and slipped the straps from her shoulders. Josie held his head and eased him down, kissing her neck and chest until his face was pressed into the warm soft valley between her breasts.

“Kiss them,” she breathed.

John obeyed, pulling down on the bra cups and pressing his lips over and over again to the pliant flesh. He felt a hard nipple touch his lips and hungrily sucked it into his mouth eliciting a groan of pleasure from Josie.

He unfastened the bra, letting it fall to the floor without moving his mouth from Josie’s breasts. He kissed every inch of flesh from her neck to the top of her skirt loving the way she squirmed in delight and how her tummy trembled when he licked her navel. He was on his knees, his face level with her crotch. She stood looking down at him, one hand at her mouth as though considering something, and the fingers of her other hand idly stroking her nipple. He reached around her waist to undo her skirt and eased it over her hips. She wore just thigh high stockings, black three inch heels and powder blue panties, a small darker patch between her slightly parted thighs showed how wet she was, and John’s mouth watered at the prospect of tasting her.

Almost reverently he leaned in, his hands holding her hips, and pressed his mouth to her. He breathed her scent and tasted her, lapping at the damp material and forcing his tongue against her vulva. The flavour was strong on his tongue, slightly different from Louise and he was hungry for more. He pushed his mouth hard against the plump mound and sucked, drawing her sweet nectar through the delicate lace of her panties.

Josie purred her delight, both hands resting on John’s head encouraging him to continue. Her legs were spread and her hips thrust forward. It felt so good but she needed to feel his tongue inside her, to feel his lips upon her clit.

As if reading her mind John hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly, so slowly he drew them down. He did it to tease himself as much as her: savouring the gradual revelation of her most intimate spot. Josie was mostly shaved, her smooth hairless pussy lips glistened wetly and a small triangular patch of neatly trimmed hair sat just above her equally neat slit, the light brown tuft testament to her true hair colour.

John was mesmerized, staring and subconsciously licking his lips. Reverently he softly kissed just above the small patch of hair as Josie gazed down at him. She giggled a little as his lips tickled her and found the gesture sweet and sexy, but she wanted those same lips slightly lower and with a little pressure from her to the top of his head he understood.

John knelt, fully clothed and his cock threatening to tear free from his pants. He held on to her hips as he pushed his tongue between her labia. He licked long and slowly the length of her pussy before inserting bursa eve gelen escort his fleshy appendage as deep as possible. There he held, moving his tongue back and forth with his lips enclosing her, sucking and swallowing her delicious juices. Pulling back slightly he used the flat of his tongue to slide across her clit making Josie shudder with delight and a groan of pleasure to escape her lips. He moved his hands down the outside of her legs, determined to feel every inch of her body, snagging her stockings on the way, pulling the fine nylon down. He pulled his head away, carefully gripping the stockings between thumb and forefinger to slide them back into place.

“Take them off,” Josie said her voice husky and lust filled.

John looked up “please, please keep them on.”

She smiled, staring into his brown puppy dog eyes. It wasn’t just a request: John was literally begging her, she liked it “kiss them,” she commanded.

As if he were worshipping some almighty goddess he planted delicate kisses the length of her legs, down one and up the other. He even touched his lips lovingly to the toes of her shoes. This was unexpected and new to Josie and a thrill pulsed through her. She licked her lips and ran the fingers of one hand through the lips of her wet pussy, then reaching down she offered the same digits to John.

John hesitated for a second, not because he wasn’t sure but simply because the idea of sucking her fingers clean was so erotic and he thought he might faint. Swallowing with nerves and excitement he held her wrist, then without breaking eye contact he began lapping, sucking and devouring every last drop from her hand.

Josie smiled, a feeling of power surging through her. She stepped back a pace and lifted her right leg and placing the flat of her sole and three inch heel on his chest she pushed.

John, balancing on his knees was in no position to resist and sprawled onto his back. Once his surprise was over he lifted his shoulders and held himself clear of the floor on his elbows. Josie moved forward so that she stood astride his waist, placing the same foot as before she slowly exerted pressure. No words were spoken as gradually her weight began to tell and he spread his arms, so once more he lay, supine beneath her.

She wore a smug, superior expression as she pulled her blonde hair back behind one ear, then deliberately slow she lowered herself to her knees. Her bottom rested warm on his chest and John guessed what she intended and gripped her buttocks to pull her toward his hungry mouth.

Josie immediately grabbed his wrists and removed his hands “you touch only when I say you can,” she said and pressed his arms down at his sides. Looking all the time at his face she inched forward until her pussy was just a few inches from his chin “lick me,” she commanded.

John had never experienced such a position: Fully clothed and submissively waiting for a sexy, almost naked woman to feed him her wet and beautiful pussy. He felt he must be in heaven as he opened his mouth in anticipation.

But Josie didn’t move, she sat with her treasure tantalizingly close, inviting and waiting. She was in control and she wanted him to come to her, so lifting his head with tongue extended he stretched his neck. He tried hard, straining with the effort but managed to barely touch her. He tried again then slumped back in defeat.

“Would you like me to move forward?” She enquired with a pout.

“Y, yes please.”

“You’ll have to ask nicely,” she teased, thoroughly enjoying the game.

John didn’t care what he had to do, he just wanted to taste her “Please Josie can I…”

“No! Ask properly. Beg me; I want to hear you beg… And call me…” She pretended to think for a second or two “you must call me Miss Josie.”

John breathed heavy “Please Mistress Josie please let me lick you?”

John’s misuse of her title didn’t escape her and she smiled wickedly, shuffling forward a few inches “how’s that slave boy?”

John felt his cock throb at her description and obediently tried again.

This time he managed to make full contact and licked the full length of her delicious pussy bringing forth a contented sign from above. Encouraged, he flicked his tongue up through her labia and over her clit, he repeated the act and was rewarded when she cradled the back of his head relieving some of the pain building in his neck. He used every trick he knew, washing her wet folds with his tongue and sucking her flesh between his eager lips, relishing and swallowing her juices greedily.

Without conscious thought Josie began writhing against his mouth, and within a couple of minutes she felt her climax building, a climax she wasn’t going to deny. Her hips jerked as the beautiful pain increased and she gripped his hair holding his mouth firmly in place.

“Yes, yes, there, like that,” she gasped as he sucked on her clitoris, and circled the sensitive bud with his tongue.

She bursa otele gelen escort stiffened, almost pulling his hair from its roots and making him groan in pain, but she didn’t care and John paid no heed, his only thought was to give her the orgasm she desired.

Collapsing forward she pressed her weight over his busy mouth. She ground her crotch hard down on his face, mashing his lips against his teeth and his head against the floor. She clenched her jaws and every muscle strained as she jerked in climax, John’s discomfort and the fact that he couldn’t breathe lost to her in the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling.

John never for a second slowed his ministrations, working hard to retain contact with her pussy, it was only due to fear of suffocation that he was forced to lift her slightly and twist his head clear.

Josie leaned back, resting on her outstretched arms “fuck! That was awesome!” She said between breaths and looking down at John’s proud grin between her spread thighs.

“We aim to please,” he said, breathing equally as hard.

“You ain’t finished yet slave boy. Just give me a second,” she said with a grin and wiped her forearm across her brow. After a brief rest Josie composed herself then lay forward on top of John to kiss him. Her hand sneaked down between their bodies to feel his hard cock, and she pulled her head back, grinned and twitched her eyebrows “I’m impressed,” she said, giving his erection a squeeze.

John wasn’t sure whether her admiration was for his oral skills or the size of his manhood, he liked to think it was both and he grinned. She kissed him again while skillfully undoing his trousers and finally releasing his neglected cock. Keeping the contact she maneuvered her way down his body until her face was inches from his penis. With one small hand wrapped around his stiff length she teasingly licked the thick precum from the bulbous head. Then broadening her grin she took him into her mouth.

John lay back with a contented groan, it was literally years since he’d felt a hand other than his own holding his cock and he couldn’t remember the last time lips had touched him there. If he died now he’d die happy. Lifting his head he watched fascinated, he wasn’t over endowed but he wasn’t small by any means and Josie already had two thirds of his cock in her mouth and taking a bit more each time she bobbed her head. Her sole concentration was on his prick and she sucked, creating a delicious vacuum with her mouth. Soon her lips touched her hand, almost at his groin and she held him with just her thumb and forefinger. Her head pressed down holding there and he felt her tongue swirling around his shaft. Eventually she lifted her head and coughed, grinning as drool poured from her mouth. Meeting his eyes she dipped her head and swallowed him again, repeating the process over and over until he thought he’d go insane with pleasure.

Eventually Josie took him entirely, her lips pressed against his public hair. John watched, amazed and so aroused. He’d seen pictures, watched videos, but never in his life did he imagine just how wonderful it would feel. Josie held him there, the head of his cock deep in her throat and then she seemed to use internal muscles to massage him and he thought he might explode.

But it was as if she knew what he was feeling, as though she could tell exactly when to stop, because she pulled her head clear just when he was about to cum.

“Aghh, oh God no, please,” John moaned.

Josie looked at him with a wicked grin “Not yet, soon,” she said, looking anything but sorry. Then she swung one leg over his thighs “I’m going to fuck you now, I’m going to fuck you until you’re balls are dry. Then you’re going to lick me again until I can’t take anymore. You got that slave boy?” and biting her lip she positioned her pussy and lowered herself onto his up thrust cock, then with a sigh she closed her eyes and began working her hips, riding him slowly.

John too sighed, loving that amazing feeling he had been denied for so long. Dreamily he reached out and took the liberty of fondling her breasts, she didn’t object, and he smiled anew “Yes please Mistress,” he said, his voice hoarse.

……

The following morning John entered the office in high spirits. Josie sat at her desk reading a trade magazine with her back to the door and didn’t hear him approach. She jerked in surprise and shock when he reached over her shoulders from behind to hold her breasts.

“It was only supposed to be a one off.” She said, gripping his wrists and pulling his hands away from her boobs.

John stared at her, feeling suddenly embarrassed “I’m sorry,” he said. For once he’d felt confident enough to take the initiative but it seemed he had made a big mistake.

Josie stood and turned to face him “I said it was just a one off,” she repeated.

“no I meant I’m sorry for…you know? ” he explained, holding out his hands as though they were to blame, as though he didn’t control them.

“You can’t just grab my tits like that,” she said, a flush of anger on her face.

“I’m sorry,” John apologized once more.

Then she suddenly grinned and again grabbed his wrists to pull his hands to her chest “You should do it like this,” she said, and as John stood in confusion she moved closer to kiss him ” I’m was teasing you,” she whispered.

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The rain washed streets held little remorse from the rancour of the pounding heavens, the boom of thunder echoing heavily away before being swallowed by the foothills of the mighty Kilendarth Mountains. The city of Trenasruine was the Farth Kingdom’s second largest after the capital and commanded a critical conjunction of trading routes on the way to neighbouring domains. Beyond the Kilendarths there had issued rumours of a strange fortress that had appeared out of nowhere, crossing the realms between magic and the mundane. Such stories were accompanied by tales of amazon women who exposed their femininity for all to see and were beholden to strange fetishes that they practiced on those they vanquished.

For the two burly city guards hunkered down inside their armour against the heavy rain, it was often a subject for joking debate, each man most keen to describe the sordid delights they would like to undertake when the Amazons were brought back to the city in chains as prisoners to be sold in the local markets. As depravities went, neither guard was overly imaginative, staying with the theme of which orifice they would like to stick their thrusting cocks.

They were in the middle of such an exchange, their voices raised against the storm and the lash of the rain, when they encountered a huddled form nestled between a heaped pile of rotting and discarded crates.

‘Oy, you maggot piece of refuse,’ shouted the one guard. The walls of the opposing buildings that formed the small alley were weeping streams of rainwater, the gutting above broken in many places. ‘There is a curfew on. Beggars the likes of you are meant to be down at quays and not allowed in the streets.’

There was no response from the figure huddled inside the rags, the facial features hidden in the shadows of the tattered hood that the gutting flames from the guard’s tar stained torches could not dispel, even when thrust up close.

‘Ha, a mute or deaf, or both,’ laughed the second guard cruelly whilst fumbling at the cord around his leggings. ‘Maybe this will wake you up,’ and with that took aim with his freed cock and started to piss in the direction of the hooded beggar. The hot stream mixed with the lashing rain but stayed on course, splashing down over the beggar’s head. Both guards laughed. It was their last act in the land of the living.

With altıparmak escort a speed that defied tracking, the beggar’s disguise was shed, the nimble warrior woman beneath uncoiling like a serpent, her tools of war going to work. A released throwing knife lodged into the windpipe of the man who had been pissing over her, his hands trying to stem the crimson flow. A second edged weapon disembowelled the second guard who out of instinct had rushed to free his sword. She was upon him as he crashed to the floor, his lifeblood seeping from the terrible wound.

The warrior woman was dressed in black attire, a dark angel against the even darker heavens. She squatted down over the face of the guard she had downed, his life all but spent. He had but moments to realise the fact that the area around her crotch was free from cloth, her exposed pussy shoved into his face. A hot spray began to wash over him even as he gasped his last, her clear stream of urine steaming against the chill of the rain.

She peed until she was spent, the emptiness in her bladder in need of replenishment. Fortunately, there would be drinking fountains on her way for she was headed into the upper tiers where the nobles and the elites lived away from the thong. She would replenish her ‘Need’ in preparation for any others who might cross her path, her hot salty stream a means of subjugating the living and marking the souls of those deceased. Her piss was a means of appeasing the dark gods who the Fel served, their ethereal spirits dining on the ashes of the fallen and the enslaved.

The Fel assassin moved on, slipping through the shadows whilst seemingly impervious to the rain lashing at her sodden disguise. The guarded gates that barred her way into the Echelon District proved little obstacle for those that secured them were male and thus susceptible to seduction. She shed her beggar’s disguise as she moved out of the darkness and into the well of light offered by the guttering torches above the gateway. Naked and alone, her tits and pussy on full display, it was not surprising that it took scant moments for the guards to appear. Thinking her a victim of rape they rushed to offer comfort only to discover death. She killed them both barehanded. She squatted over the first, pissing into the man’s mouth bursa escort bayan as she forced it open to accept her lightly coloured urine stream. The second guard was a woman, the legions of the Trenasruine comprised of both genders. The Fel woman stripped her bare to better familiarise herself with the offering on hand, before squatting over the dead woman’s chest and pissing over her exposed nipples. With her act of supplication complete she stood and began to don her latest disguise; that of the slain guard’s attire. Once done, she moved the bodies into hiding and then slipped through the open gates.

The temple section was not difficult to locate even for a stranger to the city. The rain was easing as she approached the frescoed plaza that contained a centralised water fountain boarded by a waist high wall of ornately carved stone. The Fel amazon removed her helmet and bent down to drink. The water was chilled and with her refined senses she could tell that it contained the slightest inkling of urine. Given that the servants of the false gods of the Trenasruine were solely female, it created a wonderful supposition. Keen to experience the sensation for herself she removed the belt from around her waist thus allowing her leggings to fall away.

She turned about, allowing her wide naked bum cheeks to slide over the marble edge, her pussy moving into a position so that when she peed, her hot precious urine stream would fall and mix with the drinking water. A soft hiss arising from between her thighs accompanied her act, the sound of her pissing a most delicious accompaniment that suitably masked the approach of the arriving acolyte. The Fel assassin looked up from where she had been watching herself pee into the water, to quickly assess the threat level posed by the new arrival. Her position was precarious, one shout enough to alert countless guards to her position.

The Trenasruine acolyte was a stunning beauty even by Fel standards. She was doe eyed, with large hazel orbs that were wide open at the sight of what she thought to be a common guard, relieving herself into the ornate fountain. Her dress was white yet translucent due to the rain. The Fel amazon could clearly see the woman’s large, sumptuous breasts not to mention the triangular mass of black pubes nestled between her creamy bursa escort thighs.

For several tense seconds nothing was said. The pee issuing from the squatting Fel assassin’s muff had vanished the moment she had detected the new arrival. Still, she remained in her compromising position, the curly hairs of her red haired pussy on clear display. There were many Fel customs about the display of pissing, yet to a stranger and an enemy at that, there was little council.

Suddenly, the attractive young acolyte flashed a conspiratorial role before saying something in her native tongue that was lost to the assassin. The meaning behind her words became abundantly clear a moment later as she bent and grabbed the hem of her sodden dress, pulling it upwards to reveal her nudity in all her glory. Tossing aside her garment she went to join what she thought to be a most daring city guard, sliding her peach-like buttocks over the fountain’s marble wall until she too was in a position to relieve her pent-up piss into the drinking waters beneath her derriere.

Two hot streams of flowing piss began to desecrate the holy waters of the temple fountain as both woman began to pee, their hot streams jetting from their pussy lips. The Fel Amazon was amazed at the willingness of the temple guardian to willingly participate in such a deed. It went against everything that the Fel had learnt about the Trenasruine during their secret infiltrations into the cities of their foe. It was then as she reached the end of her pee that the Fel woman realised that her companion’s gaze had not once strayed from the sight of her pissing pussy whilst she had urinated. For the amazon woman it was a most arousing turn of events, her own gaze having likewise been fixed upon the sight of her companion’s pee shower as she had emptied herself into the water.

The piss flowing from the slits of the two woman came to an end. There was a tense moment as they finished, their gaze locked into the eyes of the other. The acolyte said something in her strange tongue, her words like honey. She then bent forward, her lips succulent, warm and soft as she offered her first kiss. It was in this moment that the Fel assassin forgot her role, returning the offered affection even as one hand moved to caress the other woman’s closest tit, her thumb gently massaging the erect nipple. An answering hand sought out the wetness between her legs, a slow press as a questing finger plunged into her pussy hole. The Fel woman should have given answer to such an affront for it was not her way, yet sat squatting on a marble wall over which she had just been peeing, it was an amorous advance that could only be answered in one way…