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Monday morning dawned to find Jack already on the road, his sneakers beating a steady staccato onto the wet pavement. He had pushed on this run, still keeping the distance at a respectable three miles but working to drive his mile time down. He idly wondered why no one else around here was out jogging. There were plenty of lights appearing in windows but not a lot of movement at 6 am.

He saw the women as he rounded the next bend. Both relatively tall, ponytails swinging as they jogged along. As the pair passed under a streetlamp he recognized Debbie from the previous night’s adventure. She and her husband had snuck back to their house like teenagers under the cover of darkness after she had given him a deep kiss in parting. Bill had been grinning from ear to ear as he stuck out his hand to take his leave.

It had taken him a moment or two upon awakening to remember and reconstruct yesterday. His morning erection demanded attention, but Jack figured he could find a better use for the load and so opted instead to go for a run.

As the women drew closer he saw Debbie flash a brilliant smile and a quick wave. The blonde woman accompanying her merely nodded with a polite smile and then the two were past him, having received a nod and a smile from him in return.

He was just stepping out of the shower when he heard a knock on the door. Quickly throwing some athletic shorts on but forgoing a shirt he answered the door to find the women on his door step, flushed from their exertion. “Mondays are running days. Might as well get the worst of it out of the way” Debbie said with a grin. “Mind if we come in and cool off? Our husbands are both glued to their respective TV’s, eating Eggo’s or some other worthless shit.”

Blondie giggled at this. She was almost as tall as Debbie but was pale skinned and her curves were even more pronounced than her friend’s. Jack judged her to be a solid D, maybe even DD, cup compared to Debbie’s C. Errant strands of hair were plastered to both women’s necks, having escaped their ponytails.

“Can I offer you some water? Coffee? Tea?” asked Jack. “I also have some fresh fruit, bagels, cream cheese and lox if you’d like to have a bite.”

“Water would be great” said the blonde. “I’m Cindy by the way. Debbie told me that she’s helping you with decorating and that she and Bill came over yesterday for a swim and some delicious margaritas.”

“Did she now?” Jack asked. “Did she say that they had the time of their lives? That’s what I was hoping for.”

Debbie blushed but it went unnoticed by Cindy who laughed; a pretty, shiny sound. “No, she didn’t say that. But she said that I should get try to get the same invitation from you for my husband and me if possible.”

“The same one?” Jack looked pointedly at Debbie whose flush was now complete and was looking demurely at the floor. “I’d be happy to meet more of the locals. I’m assuming that you live around here?”

“We do, just one street over. My husband is a contractor for the military and will be shipping out along with a deployment for the next three months to maintain his company’s systems. Be careful with your invitation: you may not be able to get rid of me. We don’t have a pool and the weather is turning hot too early this year.”

Jack’s eyes held Cindy’s deep blue ones as she spoke, and he tried to make his smolder. Hell, he thought, I just may wind up with a harem. I wonder how many unsatisfied married women a neighborhood can hold.

“I’d be happy to have you and/or your husband over. I’d like to meet him before he ships out. Do you have plans for dinner tonight?” Jack queried and she replied that they had no plans. “Great” he said. “Why don’t you guys come over late this afternoon and we can play in the pool and grill some burgers.”

Cindy said that sounded great but wanted to double check with her husband before he left for work. She gave Debbie a quick hug and the air kisses that so many women do and flounced out the door.

“Call Bill and tell him that you’re having breakfast here. He’s welcome to come over as well. Then go rinse off.” His voice was calm but had that same new-found authority from yesterday. He found himself slipping into this role easily.

As she grabbed her cell phone he crossed the few feet separating them. He shoved a hand down her pants to find her vagina soaking wet. “Couldn’t even go twelve hours? You’re practically dripping” his fingers teased her and she moaned into the receiver, one hand steadying herself on the island as she spread her legs to give him better access.

“He’s not answering” she gasped as his other hand found her sports bra and pulled it up, releasing her breasts. God they were sexy Jack thought. He loved the way the areolas almost blended into the skin around them and marveled at their size. Sand dollars, he decided.

“Text him then” and she hastened to comply as he manhandled her body. He pulled her tit with one hand, twisting the nipple he did so. He removed Ataşehir Olgun Escort the other hand from her pants and shoved his moistened fingers into her mouth. “Clean them” he said and relished in the sensation of her tongue darting between his fingers.

Finished texting, she set the phone down. “Shower, now. Then come back here” he directed her.

He watched her move away, enjoying the roll of her hips and ample ass and considered what he wanted to do next. Breakfast would be the most practical thing: his body needed nourishment after last night’s activities and this morning’s run. But his stiffening rod had other ideas.

Minutes later she stepped back into the room, nude. She hadn’t washed her hair, but he hadn’t wanted to wait that long. “On your knees” he said and she slowly sank down before him. She reached up, just as her husband had done the previous day and slowly slid the pants down to the floor. Her warm hand caressed his balls and she opened her mouth to accept his member. She moaned, her eyes closed as she sucked him deeper into her throat as her other hand flicked between her legs. Jack enjoyed the view, watching his fat cock stretch her pretty mouth. He let her work him to full size and then pulled her to her feet.

“Hands on the island, bend over” he said coldly. She giggled, wiggling her supple ass back at him. He enjoyed watching the ripples in the meat of her ass and he could see moist lips peeking from between her legs.

He spanked her unexpectedly, hard. It burned his hand and left a distinct outline on her ass. She yelped, pulling away and closing her feet together. “No” he commanded. “I told you to maintain eye contact with me when my cock is down your throat. You didn’t, so you’ll be punished you cock hungry slut. You touched yourself without asking too.” His hand fell again and again. Her ass was bright red and hot to the touch now.

He paused, caressing her burning flesh before dipping a finger into her canal. She was wetter than before, just as he had hoped. She moaned with the intrusion. “What did you tell Cindy about us?” he demanded.

“Nothing really” she panted. “I said that we met you yesterday and I thought you would be a good influence on Bill. I said you were a man’s man. Big frame, hairy chest, and that you were recently divorced. Maybe I joked about you setting up a harem but that’s it.”

“Is that what you want? You want me to have a harem?” Jack continued to tease her lips, now adding a finger. She writhed under his touch, spreading her legs again and bucking back against his hand.

“Yesss” she hissed.

“Why?” He was genuinely curious. He didn’t understand why she would want to share him with other women.

“I want them to feel what you did to me last night. I want to watch you take these women and make them your sluts like I am now. They’re just as unsatisfied as I was before last night. You can fix that. You can make my friends happy. I want to make them just as fulfilled” she replied, soft moans mixed in with her words.

“Tell me about Cindy” he directed.

“Her husband is fat. He’s lazy. She says that he has the tiniest dick she’s ever seen. I think it must be a micropenis.” Her voice had an edge and he could tell that she genuinely disliked the guy.

He removed his fingers and traced them upwards, circling her rosebud, then pushing the tip of one in.

“Ohhh” she moaned and pushed back against him again.

“Touch yourself” he said and her hand dropped from the counter and disappeared between her legs as he worked his finger in and out of her ass. “Are you bisexual?” he asked.

“I don’t think so. At least not really. I’ve never really done anything with a woman before, but I find some women attractive.” Her response, while not what he had quite hoped for was encouraging nevertheless.

He decided to push. New Jack pushed when he felt like it. Slipping another finger into her tight ring elicited another, louder moan. “You will help me bed these women. You will suck me hard for them. You will watch as I give them your stolen orgasms you dirty slut. You’ll watch as I wreck their tight snatches and the first time you taste my cum will be out of one of your friend’s pussies.” His words and the mental images drove her over the edge and he felt her tighten against his hands and shudder as an orgasm washed over her. “Tell me” he said. “Tell me you’ll do it.”

“Yes” she gasped. “Your cum, their pussies, all of their pussies. Their asses. Wherever. I need it.” The words were disjointed but Jack felt his flagging erection return to full mast with her affirmation. He had definitely picked the right neighborhood.

He stood, moving behind her. “Spread your ass for me. Ask, no beg, me to fuck you in your married ass.” His words felt cold in his mouth yet somehow natural.

“Please” she gasped. “Please fuck my married ass. Stretch it like my husband can’t. Make me scream. Take what you want.”

Her hands pulled her voluptuous cheeks apart, fingers sinking into the layer of fat. Ataşehir Sarışın Escort Her ass still glowed from her spanking, and he positioned himself, sliding into her tight cunt first to lube himself up. God she was tight. Bill’s skinny prick hadn’t done much to loosen her up over the years. She moaned and gasped as he stroked in and out a few times, thoroughly coating his shaft. He withdrew and placed the crown of his cock over her hole, the only one left to claim as his own. He heard her gasp and a small cry escaped her lips as the crown of his cock popped through her tight ring.

She let go of her cheeks, bracing herself against the island for support. He rocked his way into her ass, inch by fat inch until his cock was completely buried in her. He felt her fingers worrying her clit, occasionally brushing his balls. “So full” she murmured. “Never before, ugh.”

He eased back then slid all of the way in again. He could see their reflections in the window. Her head was bowed down and her tits swung enticingly as he began to piston in and out of her faster. Her cries of discomfort soon turned to moans of pleasure. He slapped her ass a few more times to bring the red back out and felt himself coming close to his own orgasm.

Wanting more, he withdrew and grabbed a stool, placing it next to the island. “Get up” he said and she turned, resting her burning ass on the seat. Her legs were spread and her tits hung, slightly drooping off the sides of her chest. He shifted her forward in the seat a bit, exposing her previously tight anal ring that now gaped slightly. He shoved his hard cock back into her ass and watched her face contort with pleasure and pain.

“Cum for me. Cum with my cock buried deep in your married ass. Cum while you feel me fill you up.” His words were growls and her face was a mask of ecstasy. He slapped a tit with the flat of his hand and her moan of approval brought him right back to the edge. Again his hand fell and then she was cumming, spraying him again, clenching hard on his cock, driving him to his own release. With a roar Jack unloaded, spraying her bowels with his seed.

She slumped back as he slowed, a light sheen of sweat on her chest. When he removed his cock her ass was truly gaping. He watched it pulse, re-forming now that the violent intruder was gone as his cum profusely leaked out of her wrecked hole.

“Your job now is to make sure I’m balls deep in Cindy tonight. I don’t care how you do it, just make it happen.”

She looked at him, still panting slightly. “I’ll do it. I’ll make it happen.”

Debbie left after dressing and grabbing a bagel on her way out the door. Jack cleaned up and set about catching up on email and then making a run to the local mall for some more Florida-appropriate attire. He didn’t think swimming in his boxers two days in a row would go over so well. He also stocked up on margarita supplies, figuring that if Debbie was using that as a selling point he had better be able to deliver.

He spent some time on the backyard in the afternoon, mowing, pruning, and ensuring the pool and hot tub were ready to go. He was sweaty and grimy when his phone alerted him to a text message.

Debbie: It’s all set. You just be yourself.

Jack smiled to himself. This was entirely too easy.

His doorbell chimed at 4 pm and he opened it to find Cindy and who he presumed was her husband on the step. “Hi neighbor!” she said in a bubbly voice. “Thanks again for having us over. I think Debbie is taking it as a personal challenge to integrate you to the neighborhood as quickly as possible. She mentioned that she thinks your place will become party central this summer.”

Jack rolled his eyes in mock despair. “Come on in. I’m Jack” he said as he turned to the man and offered his hand.

“Max” was the reply and the handshake was complete. Max was a portly fellow Jack decided. Probably a combination of unlucky genes and an unhealthy lifestyle. His reddish brown hair was thinning but what drew Jack’s eye was the bulge of his gut that pressed against the sides of a shirt that was too large for him in the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you Max. I saw Cindy and Debbie out running while I was on my morning jog and Debbie decided to stop by an introduce us once they were done. Come on out back, I think I’ve got us all set up.” As he ushered them in he realized that he agreed with Debbie: Max wasn’t someone he wanted to spend much time with. He seemed standoffish and had an air of entitlement that rubbed Jack the wrong way.

Cindy more than made up for Max’s dour personality. She gushed over the yard, the pool, the hot tub, and the bar while Max was sullenly silent. She was easy to talk to and the three of them grabbed drinks at the bar, Jack following Cindy back to the lounge chairs where the trouble had begun yesterday. He didn’t notice Max staying behind at first until Cindy mentioned it.

“Aren’t you coming? What are you doing?” she called to him.

“I’m going to stay here in the shade” was his monotone Ataşehir Şişman Escort reply.

Cindy rolled her eyes. She ignored him and stripped off her sundress to reveal a deep blue bikini that perfectly matched her eyes. Jack commented on this and Cindy blushed, smiling coyly at him.

“Thank you for noticing. I’m glad someone is willing to pay attention to me.” Her tone was thankful, remorseful, and resentful all at once. Jack was always amazed that women could pull stuff like that off.

“Well, it looks fantastic” and it really did to Jack. While not as skimpy as Debbie’s white one from yesterday it was certainly revealing enough that Jack’s mind wandered and wondered what Debbie had planned.

As if on cue he heard the doorbell chime. Excusing himself, he went to the door to find Debbie in the same sheer wrap from yesterday. She grinned up at him like the Cheshire cat. “Having fun yet?”

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. He pushed his suit down while wrapping his other hand in her hair. He fed her his soft cock, feeling it harden in her mouth under the attention of her tongue. He began to fuck her face and she gagged on his cock, spittle coating his balls. He stood her up abruptly, tucking himself away. Pulling the wrap away from her body he spanker her ass, once, hard, and made sure it was in a spot that clearly showed the imprint of his fingers.

“Your friends are waiting for you” he said, gesturing to the patio and handing her the wrap. She looked a mess. Her hair was tousled, and her lipstick smudged. Her smile, however, was radiant. She strode away, wearing a black bikini that was the twin of the white one from the day before.

He followed her, his bathing suit still tented but at least he wasn’t sticking up out of the top. He watched her undulating ass roll before him and could clearly see the marks from his fingers across the bottom of her lower right cheek. Max had figured out how to work the TV over the bar and was focused on a baseball game. Jack couldn’t believe how engrossed he was, as Max only turned around briefly when the women shrieked their delight at seeing one another.

“Bill got called down to Miami and will be there for a few days. I figured I’d crash the party that I wasn’t invited to earlier” Debbie said to Cindy. Max’s phone rang while she spoke and he answered, oblivious to the trio’s conversation.

“You’re welcome here anytime” Jack said. “Too bad about Bill. I was looking forward to seeing him again. He’s a very accommodating guy.”

Cindy was sitting back in a lounge chair and Debbie turned to face Jack as he spoke. Jack saw Cindy’s eyes widen as she saw the fingerprints on her friend’s ass. “Shipping out tonight, I’ve got to be in Tampa by 10” Max interrupted.

“Well, I guess it’s nice that we get to relax this afternoon before you have to go sweety” Cindy intoned. “This set up is simply divine Jack.”

“I’ll get the grill going so we can eat a bit early” Jack offered.

“No, no, let’s swim first” Debbie pleaded, grabbing Cindy’s hand. “Come on Max, let’s play chicken. Who do you want on your shoulders? You pick.”

Jack saw a flash of greed in Max’s eyes. “I want you” he said to Debbie and kicked his shoes off before walking to the pool. Jack realized the asshat was going to swim with his shirt on. What a piece of work.

“May I?” Jack asked, holding a hand out to Cindy. She blushed again, taking his hand and rising before they made their way to the pool’s edge.

“Cannonball!” Debbie’s cry caught Jack off guard and he turned just in time to see her hurtle through the air and land with an excellent splash that soaked both he and Cindy. Max was walking down the steps in the shallow end. Cindy pushed Jack while he was distracted and he tumbled into the cool water. He emerged in time to be drowned in the splash of Cindy’s own cannonball and when he finally emerged again it was to the pealing laughter of both women. A quick glance at Max showed his sullen mood had returned.

“All right Max. Get over here and let’s teach these two a lesson!” Debbie’s war cry did little to change Max’s expression, but he joined her nevertheless.

“Ready?” Jack asked Cindy, momentarily distracted by her deep cleavage.

“I think so” she said. He had been caught, red handed. Her shy smile told him that all was not lost though. Jack ducked under the water and felt her climb onto his shoulders. Her thighs were silky, womanly, and soft under his fingers. He stood and felt the thin triangle of fabric covering her sex press against his neck. His cock stiffened slightly under the water.

Max had managed to get Debbie up on his shoulders but was having trouble balancing with her weight. He moved to deeper water and then Jack charged. Cindy shrieked, grabbing his hair and face, crushing her breasts into his head. She released him as they reached the other pair and grabbed Debbie, pulling her forward. Debbie fought back, leaning backward but the sudden change of weight distribution was too much for Max and they went down.

“Again!” Debbie came up sputtering. Max looked like he didn’t want to play anymore but acquiesced. They were soon back up and grappling. Max did a better job this time and as the two girls grappled Cindy inadvertently (or maybe not) pulled Debbie’s bikini top, freeing those beautiful tits.

Elizabeth’s Roman Awakening Ch. 01

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Elizabeth Perry knew from the moment they emerged from the train station after the short trip from Fiumicino Airport, that things were going to be different in her life. She and her husband Michael had spent their honeymoon in the Eternal City 18 years ago, and it had been a magically romantic time. So much had happened since then, and much of it had conspired dampened their romantic life, turning it into dull routine. They had raised their only daughter who was back in the States with Elizabeth’s sister and that plus the burdens of finances and elder care had consumed much of their life. There simply wasn’t much time left over for the kind of wild uninhibited sex they shared during their late teen and college years.

But now here they were, footloose for a nine month assignment courtesy of her husband Michael’s government agency. There were no kids around and no household chores and they were free to go a little wild — not too wild Elizabeth reminded herself. After all, she was now 41 and a mature woman. She had been working out in the gym for a sold 4 months before the trip and was now back to her college trim. Looking at herself nude in the full length mirror a day ago, she had to admit she looked pretty damned good. She was a petite 5 feet, 4 inches with a waist and perky size 34 breasts, tipped by dusky upturned nipples. When she turned to look over her shoulder at her butt, she smacked her ass and winked saucily at her reflected image.

She had invested a few hundred dollars in new dresses and skirts from Nordstrom and explicit lingerie from Victoria Secrets and she intended to put them to give them a good use. Packing them carefully the night before the trip she thought to herself, “If this doesn’t get me laid every night, then something is wrong with Michael.” She knew that having wild sex every night with her husband was not a likely prospect as Rome was only a convenient base of operations. He would be traveling every other week to locations all over Africa and the Middle East and she would just have to make the best use of the time he was with her in the little flat they had rented for their time in Rome.

After a typically wild taxi ride from the station to the Piazza Navona, they lugged their bags down a narrow side street and found the front door to the flat. They arrived breathless and stood there perspiring under the Roman sun as Michael fumbled for the keys. Elizabeth smiled at her husband admiringly as he produced the large key, its polished brass gleaming in the bright light. After jiggling the lock for several seconds, they were inside and began the laborious process of dragging their several suitcases up the long flight of stairs to their home for the next several months.

They were both tired and sweaty and Elizabeth began moving from room to room opening the windows and throwing back the shutters to catch the mid-afternoon breezes. When she reached the bedroom, she stopped for a moment to look down onto the street admiring the view. From her high vantage point, she could see a street vendor selling roasted chestnuts, a couple of bistros where the patrons were all sitting outside in the ambient warmth, protected from the spring sunshine by wide cloth awnings. She noticed clutch of young men, all black standing on the corner leading to their flat and thought they looked rather dangerous but at the same time kind of attractive in a rough and muscular sort of way. She noticed that two of the men had their arms loosely draped around a pair of olive skinned white girls with coal black hair, one of whom was obviously several weeks pregnant. She shook her head and her nose wrinkled in disgust.

She caught sight of another black male turning onto the street, out for an afternoon jog. She admired the way the sweat coated his coal black skin, making it shine in the sunlight. He wore a silky sleeveless shirt and cut-away running shorts. As her eyes traveled up from his powerfully flexing legs, she could not fail to notice his manhood swaying from side to side under the scant cover afforded him by the glossy shorts. She could almost imagine she could see the head of it where the red piping stood out against the grey background of the shorts. His skin was incredibly dark she noticed, far blacker than the few black men she had ever bother to notice back home in Indiana. She decided he must be from Africa itself, rather than “African with a hyphen” as in “African-American”, an expression she had always disliked.

Her eyes traveled up the slit sides of the shorts and she admired his cut waist and broad chest. Strangely, her mouth began to water involuntarily as she continued to stare at him passing their flat. When she noticed this she frowned, as if disapproving of her body’s autonomous reaction. She retreated a tiny bit from the window as he jogged just then in front of the flat. She didn’t want to be caught in the act of ogling a strange man. As he continued up the street she became aware of Michael’ footsteps istanbul escort on the creaky floor and that snapped her out of her daydream. She shook the thought of the jogger out of her head. What was she doing, she asked herself mentally, staring at a man, and a black man at that. She had never had the slightest interest in black men, and anyway, didn’t she have a perfectly fine and caring husband? That, she decided, was more than enough for any woman.

All the time she had been staring down with rapt attention at the street scene, Michael had been standing in the threshold of the room admiring his wife of 18 years and the way she filled out the sheer green sleeveless dress. He could see the outline of her legs silhouetted by the streaming sunlight through the summer weight material and his penis began to spring to attention. He liked the sheen of sweat on her skin and the way it made her face and neck glow, and gave her lightly muscled arms definition. He continued to admire her as she seemed to be watching someone or something as it passed the flat, her head swiveling slowly from left to right.

Michael approached her from behind. He began to kiss her neck with warm liquid kisses. He loved the way her skin felt under his thin lips — so warm and vibrant, so soft and sensual. He could feel her pulse under his lips and noticed her breathing quicken. He brushed the hair back from her face and moved tight to her body so that she could feel his rapidly swelling penis against her buttocks. He whispered into her exposed ear, saying “Someone is feeling mighty nice today.”

She moaned a little and smiled at his comment. As they continued to stand at the open window, a slight breeze banged the shutters open against the stucco of the exterior and raised goose bumps on her skin. Michael started nibbling on her ear, and experimentally licked it with his tongue. He ran his hands up her arms then reached inside the openings at the side of her dress. He started massaging her pert breasts through the arm holes of the dress. It felt incredibly good to Elizabeth and she swayed slightly as he massaged her.

Her face and neck grew red with her excitement and her nipples began to stand out, hard and proud against the satiny material of her bra. He reached under the hem of her dress with his right hand and lifted it up until he could cup her mound. She felt surprising wet at the apex of her thighs. He decided that he must be doing a far better job than usual at turning her on. He pushed aside the crotch of her her panties, and felt the soft downy hair covering her mons. His small hand raked the panties down from her soft thighs and with a flourish he pulled them off as she deftly stepped out of them one leg at a time.

He held the sheer pink thong style panties in the air in front her triumphantly then pulled them to his face and breathed deeply of his wife’s womanly nectar. Tossing them aside, unzipped her dress from behind and the vaguely metallic sound of her dress parting added excitement to his feeling of conquest. Kissing her openly at the nape of her neck, he tasted the sweat from her skin and licked her with his open tongue. He slid her bra strap down with one hand while massaging her rapidly swelling clit with the other. His fingers found one nipple and he began tugging it and twirling it between his fingers.

Eyes close dreamily, she leaned back against him and sighed excitedly. With both hands, she reached behind her and cupped, then squeezed his member. Though he was small enough to cover with one hand, she worked both hands up and down through the material of his linen trousers. With his other hand, Michael unpinned her bra and she shrugged it down.

Now her breasts were exposed to the cool breeze and the warming rays of the sun and tiny thrills ran through her body. She had always known that her nipples and breasts were “hot-wired” to her pussy and now her vaginal lips were rapidly becoming swollen with excitement. Michael reached up with his fine, small hands covered much of her exposed breasts. She swayed with excitement and she turned her head to the side to openly suck her husband’s offered tongue with her lush and now enlarged lips.

Elizabeth deftly loosened his belt and buttons and busily pulled his trousers down. As they plopped silently to the floor, he felt her hands sliding over his slender member, now fully aroused. He moaned in excitement and squeezed her breasts to show his appreciation.

Unknown and unnoticed by both of them, the clutch of young black men in the street were now staring fixedly up at them and gesturing excitedly and commenting in rapid fire Italian. One of them was cupping the breasts of the young pregnant woman beside him, mimicking the scene above. The noise of their banter grew louder by degrees and with a sudden start, Elizabeth opened her eyes in horror, realizing that they were standing in front of the open window and being observed. With a sudden Escort Anadolu Yakası violent motion, she screamed and yanked Michael’s hands from her body and exploded into a stream of curses.

Michael didn’t understand at first. His rapidly deflating penis reflected his confusion until he saw one the girls below laughing and holding her thumb and forefinger together in a tiny pinching motion. His already ruddy face reddened even further as he hid his shrunken member behind his hands and backed away from the window, tripping over his pants and falling to the floor.

He laughed at himself and the situation and looked up plaintively at Elizabeth. He lifted himself awkwardly to a standing position, then hurried over to shutter the window, again drawing hoots over derision from the group of black men and their Italian women.

Michael turned to Elizabeth and shrugged. She was standing in the middle of the room with her dress down to her waist and her hands covering her breasts. She looked angrily in his direction as though the entire incident had been his fault. He could see the fire in her eyes as they flooded with tears and she mouthed through her clenched jaw, “Damn it Michael, I have never been so humiliated in my entire life. Those black men saw everything. Everything!”

Michael pulled his briefs and trousers back up. Taking her hand tenderly, he tried to recapture the lost moment. He smiled at her and said, “Honey, it was just a silly incident. Come to bed with me so we can mess around. Let’s not let the opportunity go to waste. I have to leave for Lagos, Nigeria first thing in the morning. Come on, Sweetie.”

He kissed her hand tenderly, but she jerked it away, saying, “Look, the moment is gone. Please don’t try to force it. Let’s just get our stuff unpacked and put away so I can get you ready for tomorrow.”

Then relenting a bit, she smiled at him, and stroked his face softly. She whispered, “Honey, I am not angry with you. It’s just that we are in a foreign country, and that whole thing was embarrassing. What if those guys hang on that corner every day and I have to walk past them. You know?”

She wasn’t in the mood for sex, but she knew he was easily taken care of. She moved in close and threw her arms around him, kissing him full on the the mouth. They lingered in the kiss, their tongues touching and lips tightly locked in a passionate kiss. Elizabeth started to unbutton his shirt then ran her hand over his slender chest and sensitive nipples. She broke the kiss, then began insistently tugging on his trousers.

Michael closes his eyes as she sank to her knees, kissing his small member through the material of his pants. Now on her knees, she looked up at him as she pulled his pants down and yanked on his briefs. His penis sprang free from its confines and pointed straight out. It was now at a full 4 inches and without speaking a word Elizabeth took the shaft in her free hand, and began stroking him lazily.

She hardly ever gave him oral, but today it seemed like the quickest way to take care of his urges with a minimum of effort. Her hand covered his shaft completely and she began to lick his shaft and balls with long strokes of her tongue. She always hated deep throating him because there was a chance he might cum in her mouth, which was strictly off limits for her.

Today though, she felt the need to give him something extra for having reacted with such anger. She switched from licking to sucking and in one motion, took his entire shaft in her mouth. She worked the soft head with her tongue and was rewarded with gasps and moans from her husband, who was now teetering from side to side as she quickened her pace. She tasted his pre-cum, which she never much cared for the taste of. That was always the signal for her to finish him off with her hand. She slowly backed her mouth from his swollen red member and began stroking him with a long motion of her hand, making sure to stretch his skin back really hard toward his body. After a few repetitions, she felt him start to spasm. She pointed his slender penis up towards his abdomen and watched as a few drops spurted forth toward his navel.

He gasped and said, “Oh yes. . . Thank you!” to his wife, who was now using his leg to steady herself as she stood again. She looked back at him and gave him a little smile as she started wheeling one of the cases into the bedroom, leaving him to clean the cum from his belly.

The rest of the day was spent in unpacking and arranging the furniture to accommodate their preferences. Michael hummed a mindless tune, content in the way the day seemed to be shaping up. They dined at the closest trattoria on their street, and went to bed early, cuddling in the narrow bed. Elizabeth waved him off early the next morning and stared out onto the street, silent in the near dawn.

Michael had been gone over a week now. Elizabeth had spoken to him only once and the connection Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort from Africa was incredibly poor, so their conversation was constrained to a couple sentences shouted in each direction. She thought she had heard him say he would be gone longer than expected and not to expect him on Friday as planned. She sighed and hung up after the line went dead and she got no ring back within a few minutes. She had cleaned and tidied their place so that it was immaculate, but she was growing a bit bored; there was only so much cleaning to be done.

Besides, she was feeling sufficiently confident in her ability to communicate in broken Italian and to go further afield than the corner green grocer. The day was bright and breezy and she decided to visit the Capitoline Museum, which was within walking distance of their place off the Piazza. She tried on several dresses before deciding on a summery green mid length dress, it showed a little too much cleavage she thought, but what was the point of being in Rome if you couldn’t flaunt it a bit. She pulled on a sheer black thong which made her feel even more daring and sexy. Smoothing her dress down, she found a pair of low heels, then checked herself in the small mirror by the front door one last time, and stepped out onto the St. Peter’s blocks on her narrow street.

The traffic was insane as always in Rome with scores of Fiat 500s treating the city streets as though they were a racing circuit. After waiting 10 minutes to cross the via Argentina, she did what all Roman pedestrians do, she simply stepped out into the street and let the drivers dodge around her. Coming up fast behind her was a tall, well dressed black man.

When they had both trotted safely to the opposing side of the street, he laughed and said something to her in Italian. She smiled back shyly and shook her head, saying, “Sorry, I’m afraid my Italian is not that good.”

He looked surprised and responded in English, “Sorry, you looked Italian to me, so I just naturally thought . . . “

He shrugged, palms up and continued to walk beside her, matching her pace. Elizabeth then realized that he was the jogger she had seen several times from the second storey window of their flat. She was torn between ignoring him and responding to his remark. She chose the latter, perhaps out of boredom and not having anyone to speak English to for days. She responded, “You think I look Italian?”

He shrugged again and replied, “I could say that you all look alike to me. Isn’t that what most white people say about blacks?”

Elizabeth’s jaw dropped, and before she could censor herself, she blurted out, “Oh no, not true. In fact you look quite distinctive to me! In fact I have seen you jogging past my place several times now, and believe me you’re quite unmistakable!”

Suddenly realizing that her remark might be taken the wrong way, her face reddened and she stammered, “I-I-mean, I have seen you in your running shorts a lot. I mean . . . Oh god, I don’t know what I mean. I’m sorry, let me just stop saying stupid things. In fact, let me just stop, period.”

He laughed, a broad smile lighting up his ebony features. He patted her back reassuringly, “It’s ok. I understand. At least I think I do. Anyway, I think you look rather distinctive as well. I would never mistake you for someone else either.”

They came to another corner, this time there was a policeman directing traffic, so they waited for his signal. Elizabeth wanted to keep the conversation going, so she asked, “Anyway, what did you mean when you said you thought I was Italian?”

He gestured expansively with his large hands and again flashed his brilliantly white teeth in a broad smile, then said, “Well, you have that dark hair and that alabaster skin and dark eyes like Northern Italian women have, and an incredible figure to go with it. You move with that kind of sexual grace that only Italian women seem to have.”

He started to say more, and then thought that perhaps he had already said too much. He had taken an instant liking to this attractive woman, and he could already feel a stirring between his legs, but he didn’t want to appear too forward. He offered apologetically, “I’m sorry, now it’s my turn to be embarrassed. I meant what I said, but perhaps it was too forward of me.”

Now Elizabeth’s fair skin turned a darker shade of red that he could see descending down into her scoop neck dress. She stopped mid stride, turned to face him and said, “No, it’s ok. I understand how you meant it, and I am very flattered by it. I am actually from America, from a place called Indiana, but it’s nice that you thought I was Italian.”

For the first time, she took him in visually. He was well over six feet tall perhaps, 6 feet, two or three inches. He looked solid as a rock and filled out the two piece grey suit he was wearing as though it had been custom tailored for his muscular frame. She had never looked at a black man as, well, a ‘man’ before, she thought to herself, but now she stood there taking stock of him in the way a woman does when she is obviously interested an a man. She remembered seeing him in the short jogging pants and thinking he was really ‘hung’, but she banished the thought as soon as it flew into her mind.

Freshman’s First BBC Ch. 06

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I was lying in bed naked spooning with Ginger, hands locked together, with my penis deep inside her, and standing over us red faced was Chelsea. I had been intimate with twice earlier that day.

Working as a banking consultant all over North America and I have learned over the years that reading faces is almost as important as reading numbers. Chelsea was upset, I had no doubt of that; but it seemed like she were scared, and not in a jealous rage.

I was going to have to play things cautiously, not just to avoid the wrath of these two beauties, but also because I was a black man naked in a dorm in an all-girl Christian college. The last thing I wanted was an altercation to draw security.

“Hello Chelsea.” I said with a giant smile. “I stopped by to take you to dinner.”

Chelsea smiled.

“Oh, and it seems that I made a friend along the way.” At that everyone burst out laughing.

“I’m going to my room for a shower, when I come back, I suppose we can go eat.” Chelsea said as she turned and left.

Playing it cool seemed to work, and neither woman made a stink. Ginger went for a shower in her room, and I was left alone with a million questions.

I too had a shower; in my briefcase I had a change of clothes, a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, with an orange scarf for the cold.

Chelsea entered the room wearing a Purple mini-dress, cut low in the front; her ample bosom had my eyes bulging. Her outfit was rounded out with a green scarf in her hair.

Ginger saw my leering eyes and ran back to the bathroom to change. When she returned in a few minutes, she had on an orange sweater that was cut much lower in the front. Under it she wore a push up bra that threatened to spill her chest everywhere! She also wore a red mini-dress, and orange stockings that went to her knees.

As we walked out the door, Ginger stopped at a dresser to put on set of black glasses. I looked at her later, and noticed that they lacked lens.

“What a crazy girl!” I thought to myself.

During the drive Ginger asked me for my cell number, which I freely gave. However once we were seated in the restaurant, I regretted it immediately. Ginger was texting me repeatedly stating not to mention we had sex. Seated next to Chelsea was vigorously texting the same!

“I’m going to turn this thing off, and focus on you ladies without any distractions.” I said to their frowning faces.

The booth we sat in was very secluded the other patrons couldn’t see us, and was poorly lit. It was in my opinion the perfect place for our meal, I was seated in the middle our little alcove between the two women.

Both Ginger, and Chelsea had the same idea, I could feel their hands on each of my thighs, slowly moving upwards to my manhood. I held my breath as their fingers touched, and they both realized that they had the same goal.

Across the table they shot evil looks at each other as the waiter arrived.

“Let’s start with a couple bottles of a white Niagara wine, and please keep the ladies glasses full.” I said.

“You’re both old enough to drink in this state right?” The two of them grinned sneakily back at me.

The waiter left, and Chelsea made an attempt to break the ice that had suddenly formed between her and Ginger.

“So tell us about yourself?” She said, staring at me, and tapping her fingers on the table.

I dread these questions, my life is too varied to lay out in a few sentences and besides I get more women to take their clothes off by listening then talking.

“Hmmm… where to start?” I said, stalling for time.

“How about the beginning?” Ginger said, hand on chin and smiling.

“Well my mother is from Aruba, and…”

“Where’s that?” They said in unison, which was followed by mutual laughter.

“It’s in the Caribbean. She met my father in the Netherlands…” I paused, waiting for an interruption, “That’s in Europe, Western-Europe.”

Again the both laughed, perhaps talking about myself is underrated?

“I was born there, but I grew up here in America.” They were both hooked.

I told them about my rebellious years, and how I went back to my homeland, and joined the Royal Netherlands Army. I also spoke about my years overseas using the Leopard tank, and how I quit when the army sold the tanks.

The girls interrupted very little while I spoke, and they hung on my every word as they sipped their wine.

“That’s when I went back to school, got a degree in banking, and started consulting.” The two had finished their first glass, and our meals hadn’t arrived.

“Tell me about yourself Chelsea?” I asked.

“There’s not much to tell?” She replied.

I held my smile, looking into her eyes, and waited.

“I’m a corn farmer’s daughter, um step-daughter. I’m a life guard part-time and full-time during the summer.” She said.

She continued talking about her life, and dreams. As she spoke I slid my hand under the table and placed it on her knee. Ginger either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.

I walked my Anadolu Yakası Türbanlı Escort two fingers up her leg, in a seductive dance, pushing them up, and under her tight dress. Although her chest was turning red, she had quite the poker face, and didn’t let on that I was getting her worked up.

Chelsea wore no panties, which I counted as a blessing. I pushed my two fingers into her as she parted her legs, and slid back in the seat.

She was soaking wet as I spread her lips, and started to jam my fingers in and out. Holding in her moans, she moved closer and closer to orgasm.

“So how high does the corn grow in his field?” Asked Ginger oblivious to her friends impeding climax.

Chelsea was able to reply, but I didn’t hear I was in my zone; I wanted her to explode before the food arrived.

I picked up the pace, and used my thumb to tickle her clitoris. That’s all it took to bring forth her waters. I could feel the warm fluid gush over my fingers, this left me rock hard, and wanting more.

Chelsea bit into her fist to suppress her orgasmic yell. Ginger filled her glass, and missed it all.

“I uh… need to go to the bathroom.” Chelsea said as she stood up and left.

“What’s her deal?” Ginger asked.

I spotted the giant wet spot on her dress, and remarked. “She must have spilt her drink.”

“There’s no puddle on the table?” She said pointing.

“She ah, must have spilt it on her lap.” I said, thinking on the fly. “See the seat is wet.”

“Ha ha, she’s awful when drunk.” Ginger said.

The food arrived, and the waiter left. I was ready to dig in, but Ginger wanted to wait and say prayers. I however had a better idea.

Wordlessly I took two fingers from my hand that didn’t touch Chelsea and dipped them in her drink, and slid under the table.

“What are you doing?” Ginger asked loudly.

“Shhhhh. Relax” I said, suddenly feeling rather hot under the collar.

I pushed my fingers under her red mini-skirt, with the intention to pleasure her as well. When I reached her feminine parts, I realized that she had a thong on. Pulling it aside as best as possible, I started to play with her.

She moaned and screamed, unable and unwilling to hold back. She kept one hand was on the table, and with the other she dung her nails into my wrist.

I needed to bring this to a close very quickly, there was no way she could keep quiet with Chelsea, or anyone from the restaurant nearby, nor could my poor wrist last that long.

I went faster, and she got louder still. I said a silent prayer that she would cum before anyone came by to investigate.

“Oh yes!!!” She cried out as she came.

I kept going, hoping for a second orgasm for her back to back, but she wasn’t going to have it. She slapped my bleeding hand, as she shuddered.

Chelsea returned and asked. “What was that noise?”

“Foods here, we waited for you.” I said quickly changing subjects.

“We weren’t doing anything.” Ginger said, flush faced, and laughing. Chelsea shot me a very dirty look.

The three of us held hands as we prayed, and then ate in silence, the two girls glaring at one another. I had a shit-eating grin on my face, and each time I brought a hand to my face, I smelt the vagina from each woman.

I tried to re-ignite the flames of passion in the women.

“Ginger, tell me about yourself.” I asked, with a smile.

“I’m from Oregon; my folks were both from Ireland.” She said between sips of wine.

“What do your folks do?” I asked.

“My mother works at the local art gallery, and my father plays in a band.” She said beaming.

“Argh! Hippies, and liberals!” I thought to myself, as I maintained my happy demeanour.

Soon, she ran out of things to say about herself, and looked to me for more encouragement. I took this as my cue to set the direction for the rest of the night.

“Where’s the craziest place you, ah made love?” I asked, and as Chelsea tossed me a dirty look.

“Um, aside from anything… uh recent.” I added.

“My ass!” Ginger said laughing; I couldn’t help but laugh as well. Chelsea finally gave in and chuckled too.

“For me it was in the back of my truck.” Chelsea said blushing; I could tell she was lying.

“Very exotic.” I said laughing.

“My truck was parked at our church, my boyfriend and I snuck out during mass.” She said.

“It sounds like he was able to take care of business before everyone came out?” I injected.

“Yes! Yes he did!” Chelsea replied, and we all laughed together again.

When the laughs subsided I found the two women were staring at me, awaiting a response. I wasn’t sure if I’d tell them about the Paris hooker I had sex with in a phone booth, while her husband held up his coat to give us the illusion of privacy.

Nah, they wouldn’t know what a phone booth was. The sex I had with Chelsea was pretty hot; I had sex with her while her boyfriend use the restroom. Ah-ha! I had it.

“I once gave a woman Anadolu Yakası Otele Gelen Escort a facial while her best friend banged on the bedroom door.” Chelsea frowned, and Ginger went red.

“I… ah climbed out the window, and ran to my car.” I felt like I was hot under the collar a well, as I said those words.

“Then what happened?” Chelsea asked, her smile gone.

“Her friend didn’t see me leave, but when I stopped to listen, I could hear that her friend noticed the face full of cum.” I said.

“Did you sleep with her friend?” Chelsea sarcastically asked.

“Not yet, but if I ever get her phone number I just might.” I said with a wink.

Ginger howled with laughter, and Chelsea gave me a stern look, if I live to a million years, I doubt I will understand women. I then began to regal the ladies with stories, ones that weren’t about sleeping with someone’s BFF.

“Yeah, he slipped me a blue pill.” I said to my captive audience. “I didn’t realize it until the next morning!”

Ginger stopped laughing, and looked puzzled. “Blue pill?”

I smiled at her innocence and said, “Yeah, for when you want to stay hard all night, and throughout the morning!”

The ladies were both laughing hard, and enjoying the wine. They didn’t seem drunk, but rather happily sauced.

Ginger spoke up. “Don’t you men wake up with erections? How did you know?”

I smiled as I replied. “The two of us tag teamed his wife that night, and even in the morning. It wasn’t until after I left their home that I discovered that my little solder wouldn’t settle down.”

At this all three of us burst out laughing, my penis couldn’t be called ‘little’ with a straight face; both Chelsea and Ginger knew this first hand.

“Have you ever been with a man?” Ginger asked me. “A man with out his wife I mean?”

“No, that’s not my thing.” I replied. “How about yourselves? Have you been intimate with a woman before?”

Ginger turned a new shade of red, but said nothing.

Chelsea spoke up and said. “My step-father made it very clear to me.” At this point she switched to a deep voice. “Chelsea, don’t come back with a baby, a lesbian for a girlfriend, a Catholic, or a Mexican for a boyfriend!”

We could not contain our mirth at this, and if there were any patrons nearby, they must have been disturbed by the noise.

“So…” I said, whipping tears of joy from my eyes. “Afro-Dutchmen are ok?”

“I suppose so!” She said laughing, “We don’t have any in our county.”

I picked up the bill, and drove us back to their dorm. It was late, so I offered to walk the ladies to their rooms, and found myself back in Ginger’s room with both ladies.

It started with a hug to Ginger, which quickly turned into a kiss. Chelsea was standing close by, so I started massaging her breast from outside her dress. After our long kiss ended, I turned to kiss Chelsea, and groped Ginger in return.

The ladies seemed fine with this arrangement; however I wanted to see what their boundaries were.

“How do you ladies want to do this?” I asked between kisses with Ginger.

“I don’t know?” Said Chelsea unsure.

“What ever you like!” Ginger declared.

“I mean will you both play with each other, or do you want me to continue taking turns?” I said as I slid my hand into Chelsea’s cleavage.

The two women looked at each other unsure of how the other would respond.

Chelsea spoke first. “Yeah, ah, take turns.”

Ginger mumbled an agreement into my lips as I tried to keep my tongue out of her mouth. I didn’t want to get it bitten off!

With the rules agreed upon, I stepped back and pulled off Ginger’s Orange sweater, and launched my face at her cleavage. She burst out laughing and the two of us tumbled onto the small bed.

Chelsea didn’t want to be left out, and attacked my pants, first undoing my zipper. Once she saw that I had underwear on, she got frustrated, swore, and then yanked them both down, exposing my hardened manhood to her cold hands.

While Chelsea licked and sucked on my penis, I was clawing at Ginger’s brassiere, although I had sex with her that morning, I hadn’t gotten a good look at her breasts. Her areola’s were slightly pinker then rest of her skin, and her inverted nipples were rock hard and sunken into her breasts. I put my lips to one, creating suction; I was determined to make it flip out into a normal nipple.

I dug my hand under Ginger’s red skirt, again pulling aside her thong, and jamming my two fingers into her aggressively. She moaned so loudly that Chelsea stopped her sucking to put on some music on the computer, to drown out our sex noises.

“Put on some rap!” I said, as I enjoy making love to that music.

“Yuck.” Chelsea replied, but did as I asked.

In moments we were back in our three-way, my face buried between Ginger’s breasts, my fingers in her pussy, and my penis in Chelsea’s mouth. Ginger’s moans grew in volume, I didn’t want to attraction unwanted attention to her Anadolu Yakası Ucuz Escort room, so I had to cover her mouth: this however only seemed to heighten her arousal.

I’m not quite sure what happened next, when I am feasting upon breasts, I lose all thought. Chelsea told me later that when Ginger came, she bucked so hard that she kneed her in the head; I received an elbow to the ear.

“I think I was safer overseas!” I muttered into Ginger’s nipple, which still hadn’t flipped out, despite my efforts.

I wanted to get away from this red-headed ground zero, so I stood up, and pushed a now naked Chelsea onto the bed, and leapt upon her. Ginger lay next to her, still quivering, but no longer violent.

I was hungry for some loving without the injuries as I pushed my ebony rod into Chelsea, and pumped away like a rabbit as I kissed her. We forgot to lay down a towel, but it was Ginger’s bed, so neither of us cared.

Ginger rolled on her side, and watched us for some time; she appeared unsure what to do now that she was left out of the action. I tried to lean over to kiss her, but my movements were too erratic to allow for it, so I moved back to Chelsea.

Ginger tried rubbing my back; which was annoying, but didn’t cause any injury. She soon tired of that, and switched to attempting to rub my ass, not something I enjoyed, but again, I was unhurt and put up with it.

SMACK! Ginger spanked my ass cheek. I howled in agony as she wound up for a second one. I like to give the swats, not receive them, so I spoke up.

“Ginger play with a dildo, I want to see you get yourself off.” I pleaded with her.

“Oh, ok.” She said confused.

She lay back in the bed as before, and produced a slim, silver vibrator, with a black cap for the speed adjustment. She licked it seductively; I had a tiny shiver of fear, that could be me next in that chomp factory she called a mouth.

Ginger took her toy, and began teasing her clitoris; when it was too sensitive, she plunged it inside herself, and matched my pace with Chelsea.

I shifted so that I was kneeling up, with Chelsea’s legs in my arms. I held out my hand for Ginger’s toy, I wanted to inspect it for teeth marks. Seeing none, I was thoroughly surprised!

I took Ginger’s vibrator, and held it towards Chelsea’s mouth; she stuck out her tongue, and licked it clean. She must have done this unconsciously, that or she was bending on her no-contact rule with her friend.

“Good girl.” I said handing it back to her.

I was very fortunate that these two ladies were so in touch with their bodies that they could cum so easily. Chelsea squeezed my arms as she came, and relaxed afterwards. I pulled out to release her built up fluids, which gushed onto Ginger’s bed.

“Your turn.” I said after kissing Chelsea and standing up.

Ginger lay in position until she came herself, shuddering in ecstasy. I patiently waited; I had a plan to avoid her next orgasm-quake. I stood in front of her, with the intention of putting her on all fours, however when she sat up she had a plan of her own.

Ginger latched onto my erection that wobbled in front of her face. I took a gasp of air, and held it like a man chained underwater by his penis. I had two weeks left in the New England region, and I didn’t want to spend it nursing a penis injury.

I was startled to find that she was pretty good! I felt no teeth scraping my manhood; I did however yelp pain when she gave my testicles a tug. Instead of slapping her hands, I pushed forward at the hips, sending my spear deeper into her mouth, poking her tonsils. She moved her hand to my hip afterwards without complaint.

Ginger went down on me for several minutes while Chelsea watched in awe. This must have been a first for both of them, not just having a threesome, but also watching a couple have sex.

I didn’t think that Chelsea would try to spank me, but I didn’t want to give her an opportunity. We locked eyes for a moment, and then I looked over at Ginger’s silver toy. She caught my idea, and reached for it.

Ginger stopped for a moment, pulling out my man-snake out of her mouth, and rubbing her jaw.

“You’re so big!” She said.

“Yes I am!” I roared back, as I turned her over onto all fours.

Chelsea and I laughed at that, and eventually Ginger did as well. Ginger still had her skirt, bra, and panties on, but not for long, I yanked down her thong, I knew that it would bite into me.

I wasted little time in stabbing her with my spear from behind. I held no ill-will against her for her clumsy mistakes, she did after all let us use her room for an orgy, and she had sex with me… twice now. That being said, I did owe her for a hand and wrist covered in scratches, a chewed finger, a sore ass, and yes, my tender testicles.

I paid her back… to put it better; I paid it to her backside. I started with a pat on the bum at 10%, to test the waters, she didn’t flinch. The second was at 50%, and she squealed in joy. At 100%, she shook, and shuddered in orgasmic bliss.

Taking a break from the spanking, I was aching to play with her hanging udders. To me the shape a breast takes on when a woman is on all fours is a beautiful sight to behold. I didn’t pinch or squeeze, but instead, I cupped my hands below, and weighed them.

Ginger giggled, and I took that to mean I should pick up the pace, which I did.

Housemates Pt. 01

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“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jo could hear, a sexual cry that woke the petite her up at three in the morning. It was her first day in her new house for University and to be fair the other two girls had warned her of Sarah, the sexual siren whose bedroom was next to hers.

The duel wail of her man and her high pitched shriek was evidence that their midnight tryst was coming to its orgasmic end.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Screamed Sarah at the top of her voice along with accompanying energetic male grunts.

She sat up in her bed and listened as she had no choice. It was the first time she had ever heard anyone having sex, and she found it quite a turn on. She was getting a little stirring in her loins until she heard to the laughable cry of,

“There she blows!” from Sarah’s nautical lover. She laid back wide awake, ‘two more years of this’ she thought to herself, wondering if she would be able to get through? She was studying Theology, not exactly cool considering what her other new housemates were studying.

The noises had got her on heat and left her wide awake. Getting back to sleep was going to be a problem. She put her hand down between her legs and had a cursory inspection. She then heard a rustle in Sarah’s room and a girlie cry of, “Oh Babe, not again!”

That was enough for Jo, she stood up and slipped on her robe and made her way down the corridor of the big Victorian house and down the stairs to the Kitchen. She entered to see another housemate Jane had already had the same idea.

“Can’t sleep, darling?” She purred with a plum English accent as she filled the kettle, “we did warn you.”

Jo laughed, “Yes, you did, but I didn’t expect it to be that loud.”

“I must confess Sarah’s a little louder than usual, maybe the poor dear didn’t get her typical maintenance during her summer break.”

Jane came from money and looked immaculate in her long red satin robe and matching nightdress, lipstick and varnished nails. Her hair was long black and straight with a fierce parting in the middle of her head.

Just as the kettle was boiling Charlotte made her way into the Kitchen.

“Oh, I see you as well,” she laughed.

Charlotte was the most amiable girl of the housemates. She was tall well built with smallish breasts, long legs with swept red short hair. She squinted all the time as she was short-sited despite wearing big black-framed glasses.

“Charlotte, my dear, you may pretend not to feel the cold, but your body is telling me otherwise,” smirked Jane looking at Charlottes nipples.

“Hey, I didn’t expect anyone to be here,” beat off Charlotte covering her nipples that were standing prominently through her short translucent nightie.

With Jane in her red satin robes and Charlotte in her short nightie, Jo felt decidedly frumpy in her PJ’s and heavy wooden robe.

“I’ll make the tea’s, unless you want a coffee, Jo?” Offered Charlotte making her way to the overhead cupboards where the cups were kept.

“I’ll have a coffee please.”

“Jo, how on earth do you sleep drinking coffee at three in the morning?” Asked a surprised Jane.

“Just a knack, it never bothers me,” Jo answered, distracted by Charlotte reaching for the cups standing on tip-toe revealing her plump sexy ass.

“Charlotte, darling you’re embarrassing our new housemate, do wear some panties if you must wear that tarty nightie.”

“Oh sorry,” blushed Charlotte, quickly bringing down her hands to cover her exposed bottom.

“Oh don’t apologise to me sweetheart, I love that peachy ass of yours you must let me paint it sometime.”

“I’m quite happy with the colour it is,” joked Charlotte.

“Lame darling, lame,” Jane bitchily nitpicked.

“It’ll cost you, “smirked Charlotte turning to Jo. “Janes doing FineArt, as well as being a dyke so don’t be surprised if she tries to get you to model for her,” she illuminated while filling the three cups with hot water.

“I wouldn’t mind modelling,” Jo surprisingly offered.

Charlotte looked around while idly stirring a cup of brew, “you surprise me, I didn’t think you were that sort of person.”

“What do you mean?” Worried Jo feeling she was already being pigeonholed because of her subject.

“Darling when I want you to pose, I mean, au naturel.”

“Naked?” Jo exclaimed.

“Yes,” sneered Jane, “In the raw, butt naked, tits out, pussy aired.”

‘”Oh!” Jo cut in stopping Janes litany of descriptions aimed at embarrassing her.

“So?” Teased Jane.

“What?”

“Well darling, do you still want to pose for me butt ass naked?” She slurred with a wicked smile on her face.

“Yes, yes, why not?” she replied, calling her bluff.

“Watch it, she’ll hold you to that,” warned Charlotte pushing a mug of coffee towards Jo.

It was just at that moment Sarah came blustering in. Her large boobs were struggling to stay in her all too small robe. She held them in with one arm while her other hand trashily pushed a tissue to her vagina to plug in any deposits that had recently been made.

“So sorry babes, This guy just doesn’t know when Anadolu Yakası Anal Escort to stop.” Apologised Sarah in her estuary Essex drawl. She started scratching her head, making her long blonde hair reveal its actual colour at the roots—her free boobs jiggling all over the place released from her arm bind.

“What, there’s more to come?” Said Jane stamping down her cup of tea on the tabletop.

“Afraid so Babes, this one’s a keeper, he’s a fuck machine,” Sarah giggled, “not that I’m complaining, I needed a good nailing after the loser summer I had.”

“What, Just the six lovers, in the same number of weeks,” sneered Jane.

“Seven actually,” corrected Sarah oblivious to the insult, “anyway gotta go I’ve got a pussy to be stuffed! Ciao!”

And off she went.

Charlotte looked at Jo and laughed, “Don’t worry, she’ll cool on him in a week or so, she always does.”

Jo smiled to herself with inward relief, too many nights like this would be unbearable.

“What exactly did our one-woman harem come in here for?” Asked Jane finding it hard to hide her annoyance.

“Just to show off I think,” offered Charlotte as she sat opposite Jo.

It was the first time Jo had seen the promiscuous Sarah, and so far she lived up to all expectation.

“What’s she studying?”Jo asked before quickly adding, “If that’s not a stupid question.”

“Only stupid if you mean whats her subject in the confines of the university,” said Charlotte before delicately lifting her hot cup of tea to her lips.

Jane smiled, “You know darling, I love watching you drink tea in that little nightie, regardless of how much it turns me on.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s so much fun to watch, you doing your upmost not to spill hot tea on those perky tiddies of yours,” she sighed.

Charlotte blushed, “You’ll have to forgive Jane, she’s bi-sexual, we couldn’t mention it in the advert,” she laughed.

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Jo informed, wondering if she and Charlotte were an item.

“Just as well darling,” she sighed with a slightly affected Prussian slur of a Marlene Dietrich, “especially when I have you in the nip posing for me,” she teased.

Jo quickly realised how sheltered her first year at Uni had been. She was already feeling right out of her depth with her new exotic housemates.

It was then Sarah’s new Bo made an entrance at the kitchen door.

“Hello girls, Sarah tells me I’ve been keeping you up,” he disingenuously apologised. On his face, the smirk declared that he was proud to have an all-female audience listening to his performance on the willing Sarah.

“How much longer are you going to be?” Asked Jane with a hint of hostility in her voice.

“Oh, not long, just got to get rid of this boner and I’m done,” he replied to Jane gripping and shaking his swollen penis under Sarah’s ill-fitting robe. Answering Jane while studying Charlotte.

“Hello, and what’s your name?”

“Never mind that Don Juan, you’ve got Sarah to finish off first,” Jane boldly cut in.

“She can wait, I’ve got the bitch so horny she’ll be good and ready for a good poke for at least another hour,” he rudely boasted.

“My God,” vented Jane,” what on earth does she see in you?”

“This!” John Proudly declared standing back with his robe held wide open, revealing a prominent erection. Jo openly gasped at his fine specimen.

“Oh good grief put it away, do you really think we’re impressed by that thing,” rebuffed Jane.

“I’m impressed,” Laughed Charlotte,” And so is Jo by the look on her face.”

Jo realised she was spellbound by his manhood and quickly closed her mouth and averted her eyes after Charlotte’s disclosure.

“Like a poke form this?” John brazenly joked, pushing his erection in Jo’s face.

“Please, it’s a little early in the morning.”

“Leave her alone,” interjected Jane, “we’re not impressed by your little cock.”

“I am,” laughed Charlotte.

“Charlotte, darling, please!” Exclaimed a shocked Jane.

“Leave her alone diamond knickers, she knows a good thing when she see’s it,” boasted John, “you’d have to pay for a cock like this.”

“I will,” shockingly replied Jane,” Fifty pounds for an hour with you.”

“Wot!” John reeled in confusion.

“I said sweetheart, fifty pounds for an hour with you naked.”

“You serious?” Asked a baffled John.

“She means she wants you to pose for her,” smirked Charlotte.

“That’s correct darling,” affirmed Jane rummaging for a card in her handbag.”

“Fifty quid, its a deal. When?”

“Tomorrow, 11 o clock, at my studio,” answered Jane sliding her card across the kitchen table for John to pick up.

Jo swayed back as his erection came a little too close for comfort as John leant over the table to pick up Janes’s card. Charlotte laughed at Jo’s discomfort, watching her lean back from John’s appendage.

“John, get your cock back from over the table, we don’t want your dribbles on it,” admonished Charlotte with a smile at Jo.

Jo looked at Charlotte and Anadolu Yakası Yaşlı Escort smiled, thanking her for her intervention, knowing it was for her comfort.

John stepped back and slowly studied the card.

“My god, it can read,” Jane sarcastically mused.

“All right it’s a date,” declared John oblivious to the insult, “right, I’ll leave you, ladies,” He started before coming to a halt, “hang. on I came in here for something.”

Jo nervously watched his dick swinging from the corner of her eye, sipping her tea in defiance.

“You came in here to show us your cock,” sniggered Charlotte.

“Oh, Was always going to give you a flash of this, he declared holding his erection and giving it a hefty tug. He pulled back his foreskin as he thrust his hips forward.

“Oh please!” Spluttered a disgusted Jane hastily dumping her tea on the table, “You’re not that impressive, now go before we have nightmares.

“Yeah, wet dreams more like. That reminds me, any of you saucy girls got a spare condom?”

To Jo’s surprise, Jane picked her handbag up and rummaged in it. She threw a sheath over the table. Jo went stiff in horror as again John leant over the table cock first to pick up the packet. She looked at Charlotte who smiled and her unease but thankfully didn’t say anything.

“Cheers, diamond knickers, I’ll wash it out and return it when I see you tomorrow,” he joked.

“Don’t mention it, anything to stop Sarah giving birth to an ape. Just one more thing, make sure you shower before coming to the studio.”

“I’ll do that!” Said John unwrapping the condom.

“What are you doing?” Jane asked Incredulously as John went about rolling the condom expertly down his shaft.

“Jo, jaw!” Quickly said Charlotte noting her shocked face once more. Jo quickly regained her, composure and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Charlotte. She had assessed her inexperience rapidly and was grateful she hadn’t mocked her.

“Right, ready for action!” John boasted, holding his cock and waving it about.

“Sorry girls, I’ve got a bitch on heat upstairs, and it’ll be cruel not to finish her off! We artists like to finish our projects, don’t we, Mrs Snotty?”

“Oh fuck off, and don’t be late tomorrow,” admonished Jane.

“Will do!”

Jo watched still in a daze as John turned on his heels and strode out of the door.

“On your back sweetheart,” he yelled,

“I’m gonna tickle your tits,

and slap your bum,

I’m gonna spread your pussy,

and fill you with cum!’

John cried walking up the stairs.

“Charming,” sighed Jane.

Charlotte burst out laughing, “My God is he for real?”

“This isn’t a regular evening,” Jo nervously put forward not wanting to show herself as a prude.

“Good god no, Its just the Sarah effect,” informed Jane, “she’s very active, to say the least, but even she’s outdone herself this time.”

No sooner as Jane had finished her utterance, the rhythmic sounds of sex could be heard reverberating through the ceiling above. Jo looked up, worried about the strength of the ceiling.

She lent back in her chair and noticed Charlotte and Jane both looking up as well. Very soon Sarah was crying out to every one of his thrusts.

They all looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“I think he’s skipped foreplay,” joked Charlotte.

“If he knows what foreplay is,” coldly added Jane.

“Oh, Baby!” They all heard Sarah cry out aloud, her words echoing through the corridors.

“Good god, there is something to be said for Lesbianism,’ offered Jane, “at least we spare the neighbours.”

“Oh, really,” smiled Charlotte, “You’re not so quiet yourself.”

“That was just the once and that was me trying to get you interested,” smouldered Jane, staring at Charlotte with obvious intent.

Charlotte ignored Janes noticeable advance and turned to Jo, “I think the sounds are getting Jane wet,” she joked. Jo smiled and kept silent, desperately wanting to escape.

“If you blank out the ape rogering her its quiet erotic isn’t it?”

Signed Jane.

The rhythmic sounds of sex accelerated, and they all stared at the ceiling.

“Phew! I hope he cums soon this is getting me going,” Charlotte exclaimed, her face slightly flushed.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Purred Jane smiling at Charlotte’s unease. Even the inexperienced Jo could see she was having a bit of a moment. She looked adorable, struggling to keep still on her chair. Shifting from side to side and then holding her boobs roving with-in her loose nightie.

Jane giggled looking directly at Charlotte struggling with her arousal until they all heard the cry from upstairs,

“There, she blows!” Came Johns nautical cry as he speared his grateful whale.

JANE

Jane busily tidied up her studio and put the kettle on to wait for John. She had become a little stale in her course work, which she put down to her uninspiring models. They were all strictly clothes on which bored the red-blooded Jane senseless. The Universities Grand Anadolu Yakası Zenci Escort painting competition was only a month away and Jane had nothing inspirational to offer.

Jane’s father was well off and paying for his little girl’s education, even renting out a studio for her. At the moment though she was looking like a case of ‘all the gear and no idea’.

At least John would be getting his kit off, and she’d have some naked flesh to work with, which hopefully would inspire her. There was also the promise of Jo stripping for her but thought she would chicken out once the reality of her commitment had dawned.

Jane wondered what she could do with her anyway as she wasn’t exactly endowed with curves. Mind you, her pixie looks with a flat chest, and short hair really did it for some people, especially the more progressives in the art world who loved androgyny.

She thought of posing her face down on a sofa, her head propped up on the arm, her white body juxtaposed against her red velvet chaise lounge. Yes, that would really accentuate her divine little bottom thought Jane just as a loud banging was heard on the door.

It was her first project of the day, Sarah’s Piltdown man come sexual athlete. Jane opened the door.

“Mornin’ Sweetheart,” John joyfully sang, rubbing his hands together.

“Yes good afternoon, would you like a cup of tea first or just get straight down to it?”

“Get down to it and tea afterwards, that’s the way I usually roll,” sordidly suggested John rubbing his hands together.

Jane sighed, “Yes all right I’ve heard and seen quite enough of your sexual politics, you’re here to pose and not talk,” she cold-shouldered turning on the lights over the bed, which she wanted John to pose on.

“Put your clothes on the back of the chair, and then we’ll see the best way to pose you.”

“Alright, Darlin’.”

John quickly started ripping off his clothes, the top first and then trousers as he kicked off his shoes. He was soon stark naked and stood proudly with his hands on his hips, pushing forward his already rampant erection.

“Oh, God!’ Sighed Jane.

“Like what you see love? Its all yours sweetheart,” he boldly declared walking toward Jane with his arms open. He roughly took her in his arms and kissed Jane’s quickly turning cheek in aversion as John pulled her body onto his.

“Come on Darlin’ you know you want it?”

“Oh, do fuck off you moron, do you really think we’re so impressed by your dick that we’ll all fall down and worship you?” Jane said with a fit of controlled anger even though his hardness was pressing into her thigh.

“Most girls drop to their knees to start off with,” John smirked into Janes face his breath stinking of stale alcohol.

“You’re here to pose and nothing else, now get on the bed or go away,” Jane seethed.

“Come on, let your mother down, let your father down, let your panties down!” He slurped, trying to kiss Janes ever evading lips.

Jane was slowly losing patience until she finally cracked.

John suddenly stiffened up as Jane grabbed him by the balls with an iron grasp.

“Oh! Kinky!” Croaked, John instantly bringing his hands to try and protect his balls.

“I’m not playing!” Raged Jane lifting him up onto his toes, “now if you don’t want me to twist these off I suggest you lay on the bed!”

“Okay, Okay,” submitted John, his hands tenderly lifting up in surrender.

Jane released him from his tender connection, and John gasped bending over to grasp his balls.

“Now, could you get on the bed, if you please?” Sharply Instructed Jane turning to get her paint palette.

She picked up the shaped wooden board liberally splattered with different coloured paints. She took a brush in the other hand and mixed in colour. She turned towards the bed and abruptly stopped and sighed in frustration. John was on the bed, still proudly supporting his massive erection.

He did have a good muscular body and a fine cock, but the pose it made him adopt, and the proud smirk on his face spoilt the aesthetic and made it almost impossible to paint anything worthy.

Jane sat on the bed next to John.

“Darling, we simply have to do something about your cock.”

“Make up you’re mind love, hop on the bed, and let’s get rid of it,” he suggested patting the bed.

“You know what I mean. Lose it.” Jane requested pointing to his erection with the end of her paintbrush.

John looked up puzzled, “hey, I don’t know what limp dicks you’ve been sleeping with but to make ‘that’ go, isn’t easy.”

“Oh come on even you have to revert to manual once in a while,” Jane sneered giving a masturbation gesticulation.

“Na, I’m not wanking for anyone?” John informed lifting to go, “my wanking days are over.”

“Oh come on,” exhaled Jane in expiration, “You’re getting paid.”

“Yeah to pose not to put on a sex show for you,” as he lifted from the bed and reached for his socks.

“Come on surely we can sort something out?”

“You got any ideas?”

Jane held John back on the bed, and he looked on expectantly.

She took hold of his cock and slowly pulled this foreskin back.

“Oh yes, that’s more like it!” Gasped John.

“Shut up!”

Jane sat on the bed, looking away as she methodically wanked Johns cock as he lay back to enjoy. Time limped on, and Jane’s wrists began to feel the strain as she jerked away.

Can’t Judge a Mistress by her cover Ch. 02

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What you missed Misty a Psionic Mistress has enslaved Lady Katherine a proud dominatrix.

Misty lead the leashed and humiliated Katherine out the club to her Porsche.

“Have you done enough to me?” Katherine complained.

“No,” Misty responded. “But if it gives you any comfort as soon as we left I did a mind wipe on everyone, except for Jane, Bambi and Isabella.”

“Well I suppose, I should be grateful for that.”

Misty pulled her leash forcing Katherine to her knees, “You should be, my powers need to be kept a secret or at least not publicized. Now give me your keys I ‘I’ll drive the Porsche.”

“Yes Mistress” Katherine said through clenched teeth.

“And when you get in the car take off all your cloths and start masturbating.”

“I despise you Mistress Misty,”

“But you are still aroused and want to have sex with me?”

“Yes, but that is only you controlling me.”

“No Katherine your sexual attraction is your own feelings. You just wanted to be the one in control.” Misty grabbed her left Brest while controlling the car with her mind. “Since it’s only us, your plan was to make your sex toy wasn’t it?”

“Damm right!” She snarled. “And if I break your mental control. I’ll rape you then I do the same to Bambi and Jane.”

Misty laughed “Paralysis and Pain”

Katherine suddenly felt a major pain through her body.

“It will cause no damage but for the final 2 minutes of the drive, you are being punished.”

*******

They Anadolu Yakası Öğrenci Escort arrived as a tastefully contemporary house whose entrance view was blocked by trees.

“Release” Misty said

Katherine let out a groan.

“Now crawl to the house,” Misty commanded. As Katherine obeyed, Misty chortled” You are doing this on your own.”

“I am doing because I have no choice” Katherine replied defiantly as they entered the house.

“Girls!” Misty clapped her hands.

Two beautiful woman entered the living room and knelt.

“These are your fellow slaves” she introduced. “Miko is a member of the Yakuza enforcement arm, I took out of circulation for the government.”

Miko a dark haired Asian nodded to Katherine

Pointing to the tall blond, “This is Caroline Hyatt, yes that one. She made you and Isabella at your worse seems caring and giving.”

“I know her” Katherine replied.

“So you do” Misty replied after reading their minds. “I must compliment you Katherine making her mow the lawn in the nude with a dildo was something I had not thought of.”

“Mistress” Caroline asked, “Will I get to see you punish Katherine before I leave?”

“Let me explain the rules Katherine. I only keep two permanent slaves you will be replacing Caroline. Caroline will depart after a month of slavery and will no longer be the selfish party girl she was.”

“No Mistress Misty.”

“She will go to college and stop being a Anadolu Yakası Çıtır Escort parasite on the family fortune. And in answer to your question Caroline: Yes you will get to participate in Katherine’s breaking in.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Time to begin, Katie cunt start licking my pussy. You can either do this willingly or be a mind puppet.”

Katherine did not reply but suck her tongue out and tried to penetrate to Misty’s G spot.

“Good, Caroline you may spank her 10 times only, than you must submit yourself to Miko and me.”

Caroline took her time rubbing and pinching between spanks before completing 10. “I am yours Dear Miko.”

“On your back” Miko commanded producing a large dildo as she trust it in.

“Oh Miko”

“See Katherine you will enjoy pleasure along with your servitude. Miko is very talented as you are in the domination arts. That enough now stay on your knees and observe.”

Misty sat on Caroline with her ass over her face. “Start licking , Miko kiss me.”

The Asian sinuously kissed her mistress, Katherine was getting hot.

“You may not cum” Misty ordered

Katherine was agony and finally came without permission.

“Mistress she failed” Miko said, “as you predicted.”

“Let move this to the dungeon.”

************

“I always make the first night the toughest Katherine,” Misty told her.

Caroline has finish typing arms above while Miko attached a spreader bar. Anadolu Yakası Elit Escort “Open your mouth” Miko instructed.

“No”

“Open” Misty ordered.

Katherine lip widened and Miko poured something down her throat.

“An Asian aphrodisiac” she informed the brunette.

“The final touch” Misty smiled” attaching a chastity belt.

“Bitch!”

“Yes you are mine” The Psionic answered. “Caroline you may began the punishment, Miko make love to me.”

Caroline grabbed the Cat o 9 tails” I’ve always wanted to get you back.”

“You were a drunk fool” Katherine responded ” you asked to be dominated.”

“Shut up!” Caroline screamed and began whipping hard.

“Stop” Missy looked at Caroline “half that much Caroline or Miko gets released first.”

“Sorry Mistress.”

“Miko continue” as the blond and Asian were engaged in a passionate 69

After 10 minutes, Misty said “Switch and bring me a strap on Caroline”

Miko picked up a single tail” I’ll be gentle” she whisper in Katherine’s ear.

Misty meanwhile had Caroline lubricate her strap on” Now spoiled Princess I want you take this all the way in.”

“Oh Mistress”

“That’s it ” as Misty rammed it in into the taller blond. “You’re a slut aren’t you!

“Yes Mistress”

The sensation plus the drug finally made Katherine pass out.

**********

Katherine woke up in a bedroom, the chastity belt had been removed and she had been bathed.

Miko came in, “How are you feeling?”

Like I’ve been put through the ringer” “

“I know, but Misty said to let you know this will be the worst of it.”

“Where is she? “

“At her government job. Other than not leaving the house we are free agents till tonight.. You want to have sex.”

Katherine sighed “I need some.”

To be continued

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It’s short. Next time will be longer, that’s a promise.

~Green

Chapter 2:

Laura felt sick to her stomach. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so nervous. It had taken her over a half an hour by train to cross the bay from San Francisco to Alameda so she would have to hurry if she was going to be ready in time.

Laura glanced at the clock, hurrying out of her coat. It was 6:10. James would be arriving in an hour and twenty minutes. She hopped in the shower, choosing to use the ginger-rose scented soap that she saved for special occasions. The spicy scent rose up as the shower steamed, going to her head. She traced a slippery trail between her breasts and down over her stomach and in between her legs. She lingered there for a moment thinking of the way James had looked at her in the restaurant.

Laura wasn’t a slut, she rarely even dated with school taking up so much of her time. Even so, there was something about James that made her wish she was the type of girl who could Anadolu Yakası Esmer Escort jump into bed with a man on the first date. She was more than sure that their date was little more than a foray into the “exotic” for him. An easy lay with the curvy black young thing.

Regardless of what he thought was going to happen and what the naughty side of her brain was whispering that she should do Laura knew that tonight’s dinner would be a PG rated affair. James would arrive, they would go to dinner, maybe have dessert, and then he would drive her home. She wouldn’t even invite him in and after he realized that she wasn’t such an easy nut to crack he would be polite enough, but after he drove off she would never see him again. The scenario had happened to her enough during her undergraduate and even high school years and not exclusively by white men. Men of all backgrounds seemed to assume that big tits meant an easy lay. Most had left her company angry at having wasted their Anadolu Yakası Eve Gelen Escort time and money.

Laura laughed humorlessly as she turned off the water.

“I don’t even know why you agreed to this.”

Wrapping a large fluffy towel around her body and another on top of her head she sauntered out of the bathroom and across her bedroom. She had half a mind to call James and cancel their date but the man had taken her number without giving his own. Laura reached all the way into the back of her closet until her fingers brushed against the feathery softness that she had been looking for.

The cashmere sweater dress was one of the nicest garments she owned. It was long, reaching to her mid-thigh. The sleeves were extra long, brushing at her knuckles and the scoop neck was low enough to show off just a touch of cleavage. The soft material contoured to her curves and the buttery yellow color settled nicely against her brown skin. She completed the outfit Anadolu Yakası Evi Olan Escort with a wide brown leather belt and soft leather ankle boots. She tore her bathroom apart looking for anything that resembled make-up and all she could find was a tube of old mascara. As she swept a few passes over her lashes her doorbell rang. Laura’s stomach jumped. He was early by twenty minutes.

Laura smoothed the front of her dress trying to calm her jumping nerves. Then she grabbed her purse and a coat and went to the door. When she opened it the only thing she could do was stand there. She had been impressed before, but this was getting a little ridiculous.

James stood about a foot taller than her diminutive height, a detail that was lost in the café where she stood over him with her coffee pot. From his khaki pants and cotton button down shirt she could tell that he was going for a casual look.

He was failing miserably.

The naughty side of her brain was going into over drive, wondering why on earth she couldn’t sleep with this man on the first date. She visibly shivered at the thought of any part of his body between her legs. James smiled down at her with his dark blue eyes like he knew what she was thinking. He had charming winkle lines at the corner of his eyes. Laura felt her insides melt. This was going to be one hell of a fight.

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THE INTERVIEW

Hello, yes I am back. You wouldn’t believe what has happened to me with my new job. You know I was making no money at the beach and if it weren’t for the beautiful red haired lady that always visits me, I would have moved on long ago. She is so unbelievable and treats me so nice; it is worth the bad pay I get from that stupid boss of mine. Anyway, you know all of that already so I will tell you of my new escapades. Well, I was looking at the want adds in the paper and saw an ad for a limousine driver.

I said to myself, “Frederico, you can do that.” So, I went down to see if they would like me. The man asked if I had any experience, I said, “I have traveled the world but no, I have never driven a limo before.”

He looked me over and said, “I have a good feeling about you, and I will train you to be the finest limousine driver around.” I thanked him and told him he would not be sorry.

Over the next few weeks he taught me all the routes and how to act and what to wear to be a professional driver. I learned fast and he was happy to see that I was doing well. I did a lot of airport runs and even though it was hard I did my best to do a good job.

One day my boss told me he thought I was ready for a big job. All my hard work had paid off cause he was letting me take a very “special” customer to New York City with friends and he trusted me to show them a good time. Well, needless to say I was excited and thought that I had finally made it. I would do the best job I could; little did I know then how good this job was going to be.

THE PICK UP

The day finally came and I was ready for my big job. I was in my best suit and new shoes; I was prepared to have a great time. I followed the directions to the address and when I rang the bell to let them know I was there, I had the surprise of my life when who opens the door but the beautiful lady from the beach. I was speechless but I managed to ask how she knew. She calmly told me that she had overheard me talking to someone at the beach about my new job and called to order the car and insisted I was to be the one to drive. She then grabbed me by my tie and led me inside.

I asked where were the other people and she quickly dismissed it as nothing for me to worry about, “We will be picking them up soon enough.” She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and told me sternly that she was my boss for the day, “After all, I’m paying you.” She said I was to do whatever I was told to do and if I was a good boy she would personally make sure I was well taken care of. At that she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants and she put her hot mouth on my cock. I thought I was going to faint. She sucked me for only a minute or so then stood up and said, “Put that away and remember what I said about doing a good job.” I managed to shake my head yes while I was fixing my still hard dick into my pants. “Oh, by the way,” she added, “while you are working for me…you are to address me as Madame…DON’T disappoint me.”

I thought to myself, don’t you worry as I said looking down at my still bulging pants, “Yes, Madame.” This was certainly going to be a memorable first night out.

ON THE TOWN

From the time I picked her up, Madame wasted no chance to tease, tempt, and taunt me. On the way to pick up her friends, she sat in the back with her skirt lifted and running her fingers up and down her neatly trimmed pussy asking if I would like to taste her. Of course I said “Yes, Madame” and at that she slid to the front, putting her hand to my mouth telling me to clean them off good. She returned her hand to herself to retrieve more of the sweetness that was nestled between her legs. I willingly obliged and it was getting more difficult by the moment to function. My senses were overloading and she seemed to take pleasure in knowing this.

Finally, we reached the place where her friends were and as they came out, Madame took extra pleasure out of introducing me as the new boy she had found and that I was their personal slave Anadolu Yakası escort for the evening. The other women laughed thinking she was joking but went along with it anyway, giving me orders, patting me on the ass when I did what I was told and generally putting me in the role of servant at any opportunity. Little did they know how much I was enjoying myself and it just continued the fever at which my whole body was consumed with.

The evening consisted of me driving them from place to place for drinking, dancing and wonton craziness. The first place was a small restaurant where they could eat a light dinner before the real action began and as they all got out, Madame pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “Don’t even think about going off and taking matters into your own hands as they say.” She continued, “I want your cum for me, IT IS MINE, do I make myself clear?”

I obediently replied, “YES, Madame.” Yes, Madame knew how to party and I was along for the ride.

THE VISIT

At one of the last stops of the evening, while I was waiting near a club the women were at, the cell phone in the car rang, and it was Madame asking me to pick them up. I wheeled around to the front and when I got out to open the door for them, I found only Madame standing at the curb. “I needed some air,” she said hopping into the car.

I just smiled, closing the door, thinking, “What ever you wish, my Dear.”

After driving only a few minutes she instructed me to pull into a parking lot and after shutting the car off she told me to come into the back with her. I slid in next to her and she immediately started kissing me and touching me all over, telling me how horny she was and she couldn’t have stayed in the club another minute knowing I was outside with such a huge hard-on. But this was going to happen HER way and as par for the night so far I was to do everything that she said. Not that I had any problem with that but I couldn’t let her know I was so willing to do her bidding.

She told me to take of my clothes and lay on the floor, which was big enough for me to stretch out fully on. She enjoyed watching me undress, casually touching herself while I disrobed. She took particular glee from seeing my cock flop out, having been hard all evening it was just waiting for attention. She commented, “I see you took my warning to heart,” at which I just nodded, my brain swimming in passion.

After I lay out on the floor, she lifted her skirt and moved into position over my face. She lowered herself to my waiting mouth and like a famished animal I dove into her with my whole face, hard and fast, slow and gentle, I alternated rhythms until she was gasping and my entire face was soaked. She finally collapsed in a heap over me and moving down she started to kiss my face and sharing her own taste that was still in my mouth. It wasn’t long before I realized she wasn’t finished just yet.

Grasping my penis by the based she guided it into her hot, tight hole instantaneously sending a wave of electricity through my whole body. She hissed into my ear, “Don’t you fucking cum yet, I need more.” With my eyes rolling back into my head I could just not take anymore and announced to her that I couldn’t hold on. Her two fists came down on my chest and disapprovingly shouted, “FUCK…oh well.” She then slid down between my legs and took me into her mouth as I came, looking me in the eyes while my cum shot all over her tongue which flicked back and forth over the head sending me into another world.

When I finally regained my composure, she told me to get dressed and take her back to the club, her friends were probably wondering why she wasn’t back yet.

After I dropped her back off I parked close by and sat back completely drained and satisfied. Wondering to myself if there was any more that could happen that would make that night more unbelievable. Well, it could and did.

THE RETURN

The night was drawing to a close as I took them all home. They all talked about Anadolu Yakası escort bayan how good a time they had and how much they enjoyed me as their driver and manservant. I was very happy that they all had a good time and the approving looks from Madame told me that I had certainly been a “good boy.” After a few more hugs from the ladies, we parted their company and continued on our way to the last stop, Madame’s place.

She didn’t talk much on our way home, staring out the window and listening to soft music on the radio. She did say how much fun she had and that I was everything that she had expected and then some. She also said that although she did well for herself, she would’ve liked to be wealthy enough to retain my services on a more regular basis. I was definitely flattered but I responded that I did not do anything that night for the promise of payment. Like our times at the beach I genuinely liked her company and was more than just fond of her. She just smiled and went back to looking at the window. This very small reaction puzzled me a bit but I just continued driving till we arrived at her place.

She invited me in to settle up for the car. She sat on the couch fumbling through her purse for money. I told her the amount and she calmly pealed off ten one hundred dollar bills and tossed them on the table saying I could let myself out and thanks again for the good time. Needless to say although I also had a superb night, I was also a little upset that she hadn’t really listened to me in the car.

I said to her, “You think you can just throw money at me and I will just disappear into thin air.”

She responded quite agitated, “Who do YOU think you are, I hired you, I fucked you, I paid you, now it’s time for YOU to go.”

I wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. A mixture of excitement and fear was in her eyes as I walked up to her. My blood was just about ready to boil in passion and anger as I grabbed her gently but firmly grasping a handful of red hair. I told in a soft low voice, “Yes, you hired me…Yes, you fucked me…AND YES, you paid me…but now I am not on your time anymore and I am going to make love to you like “I” want to.” At that my hand went under her skirt and I thrust two fingers into her wet slit while massaging her clit with my thumb. With a groan she leaned into me whimpering about how good it felt. I told her in the same low voice, “Tonight you will know what it is like to be a servant just as I have been, for the rest of the night you will call me Master, do you understand?”

Another whimper from her, “Yes, Master.” I was turning her own need to dominate against her and I would make sure she loved every minute of it.

DELIVERANCE

With my hand still holding her hair, I told her, “Take me to your bed, girl.” She mumbled a yes and started to walk but I tugged on her red mane a bit and said sternly, “YES, WHAT?”

She managed to reply, “Yes, Master.”

“Good, now guide me to your room,” I said gruffly.

She led me up the stairs and I continued to tease her, running my hands over her ass and between her cheeks. She led me down a long hall to a lightly furnished room filled with candles. I led her to the bed and told her not to move from that spot. I then proceeded to light the candles, which put forth a soft glow on the beautiful creature before me. I asked her if she had any scarves and she pointed to the dresser and said, “Top left drawer…Master.”

Beaming lovingly at her saying “Very good, Madame.”

I went over and opened the drawer and in addition to the fine scarves there was also an assortment of sex toys to which I gave a glance over to her saying “Oh, I think these will come in handy as well.” I then fastened each of her wrists to the frame of her bed and the same with her ankles kissing and licking in those sensitive areas as I paused along the way. I finally had her bound to her own bed and told her that I was going to drive her out of her mind as she had done to me escort bayan all night.

She moaned and said, “Please, touch me, master.”

“Soon enough, Madame, soon enough.” I plucked a slender red taper from one of the candleholders and from a distance of around two feet I turned it sideways to melt wax into my own hand to test the heat. I was warm but did not burn and solidified almost immediately. I then walked over to her and melted droplets on to her naked breasts, she moaned softly to find the hot wax most exhilarating, cooling on her soft skin. While I did this I held one of her vibrators against her nipples alternatively licking them to keep them moist. I moved the vibrator between her legs with the same tongue movements I had her writhing against her restraints begging for release.

At almost the point of her going over the top I stepped back ceasing all contact. She wailed that she needed to be touched. I chuckled to myself seeing her glistening with sweat and melted red wax all over her luscious body. I them proceeded to slowly peel the hardened wax from her body, the way she responded was quite delicious, continuing to toss and moan at the slightest touch and of course I had to keep stopping to administer to her most sensitive areas.

After the wax was removed I again thrust two fingers into her in slow deliberate movements. I then added a third she was close. I squeezed in the fourth and that was it, she thrashed about moaning and convulsing against my hand, which was soaked with her juices. I replaced my hand with my mouth so as to enjoy the musky flavor she so willingly produced. She continued to cum in wave after wave of spasms that left her winded. I finally relented to let her catch her breath and as she sat there heaving she looked at me as if her whole body was on fire and I was going to be the one to put it out.

I untied her ankles but left the wrists tethered because I still wanted her at my mercy and I didn’t want her hands to hinder my exquisite torture of her yielding flesh. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them. I rubbed her pussy with the head of my cock slowly making a path from her clit passed the folds of her lips down to her ass, up and down back and forth. She moaned and whimpered as I did this especially when I reached her bottom. I then added the vibrator to further the sensation and she just about sobbed in pleasure. I was driving us both crazy but we were too far-gone to care. I asked her in a low growl, “Do you like when my cock rubs your ass?”

She just made an unintelligible “ummff.”

“Would that be a yes?” I asked.

She said, “Yes… master, please fuck my ass.” I proceeded very slowly and I still had the vibrator in my hand so I slid it between the folds of her slippery pussy and she let out a little gasp of pleasure. My dick was still wet with all of her juices so I slowly pressed it up against her tight ass. Again she moaned relaxing a bit as I so very slowly entered her. It was so heavenly tight I thought I would lose it right there but I wanted to make it last for both of us. I held her legs high, working the vibrator and slowly sliding into her ass. She mewled like a cat, breathing erratic, and thrashed her head back and forth. I increased the pace very slightly and she responded more verbally, urging me on, asking for more…I was doing my best and loving every minute of it. After a couple minutes I went even a little faster and the dam broke. Every sound imaginable came from her mouth as she quivered in orgasmic tidal waves. Needless, to say this is all it took to send me over the edge myself and what seemed like a river of hot cum shot deep in her ass. I then collapsing on her in flurry of sweaty kisses and blowing air on her hot skin, nestling into the place where the neck meets the shoulder.

After a few minutes, I released her arms from their restraints and toweled off her sweaty skin. She seemed to only be half aware of what was going on so I fixed her on her bed covering her with a sheet and kissed her cheek and said “Good night, Madame.”

She mumbled in a sleepy voice back to me, “Good night, Master Frederico.” I left a flower from the car by her pillow and let myself out.

I could not even believe what had happened even as I drove home. It had all been so perfect I hope Madame wants to go out again soon.

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Author’s note: Fictional former Playboy Playmates – all sisters. Each have two stories. First story is Interracial. The second will be Incest.

I experimented with first person POV story telling. I separated the jump from 3rd person to 1st person with a series of seven asterisks. I think it turned out fine and easy to follow.

This is Alyssa’s first story. She’s not as close to her other sisters, but she has a really sweet niece that she’s good friends with.

Former Playmates Pt. 07: Alyssa’s Journey

Chapter 1

Ulysses ran his fingers through Alyssa’s long, dirty blonde hair while she lovingly tended to his long, black cock. She kissed the tip, glancing at him, smiling softly.

“You’re so good at that,” He smiled back.

“You think so?”

“I do,” he replied.

Alyssa blushed, sitting up in bed, crawling to Ulysses’ face, kissing him tenderly, her large pregnant belly resting against his side. She was 33-weeks pregnant. It wouldn’t be long until she delivered a child she was putting up for adoption.

The past few weeks with Ulysses had been amazing. He’d tenderly make love to her, or if she wanted, go hard. Sometimes he’d cum inside her pussy, her womb occupied by a growing baby. Sometimes he’d pull out, letting his dick rest on her belly, spurting and covering it with semen.

Alyssa loved it when he visited her. He’d bring her groceries, help clean her run-down, cheap, little apartment, and then take her to bed. Sometimes he’d spend the night, making love to her until the sun rose.

She loved Ulysses’ friendship. He was the nicest man she’d ever met. The fact he had a perfect, muscular, dark-chocolate body and cock was an added bonus. Alyssa loved sex with him, especially in her heightened hormonal, pregnant state. Then again, she often wondered, if it was black men that did it for her.

Alyssa ended the long kiss, looking into Ulysses’ eyes, stroking his ever-erect cock.

“Were you ever married?” He asked, running his fingers through her hair once more.

Alyssa nodded, looking downward.

“You don’t have to tell me about it. I was just curious,” Ulysses said.

“I don’t mind telling you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bring up painful memories.”

“If you have time, I’ll be glad to,” Alyssa said. “I don’t have to be at work until Monday.”

“I don’t have any photo shoots to go on for a few weeks,” the fitness model said. “Please feel free to tell me anything. We can stay right here in bed,” he added.

Alyssa looked over Ulysses’ body, running her hands over his six-pack abs, “Where do I begin?”

*******

I was living in Los Angeles from my teen years to early 30s. I got pregnant at 18, had a son at 19, and married my boyfriend. All was great. We were able to go to college, get jobs, everything.

For eight years things were perfect. My husband, Owen, was a good man. Was, being the key word.

He made love to me regularly. It was sweet, gentle, caring. He didn’t last long, but I know he enjoyed it. I rarely orgasmed without stimulating myself, but I loved feeling him cum in me, his moans bringing a smile to my face.

When I posed in Playboy Magazine, that’s when things changed. Owen seemed proud at first. He was married to a Playboy Bunny! But over time he seemed less and less happy. He put on weight, I didn’t. I had a close knit circle of friends, moms in the neighborhood, coworkers, and so on – he didn’t. I was called back by Playboy to pose again a year later, bringing in a good amount of extra income – he was stuck in a job he hated, making an amount he felt was lower than it should be. He was miserable. I felt horrible for him, but I loved him, and stuck with him. Even after he started hitting me.

It was a slap here and there, nothing major at first, the words hurt most. Hateful, mean spirited, jealousy fueled words. He shamed me for posing in that magazine. He accused me of cheating, even though all my spare time was spent with our son; someone who became the only positive aspect of my life.

Then the frequency of the slaps increased, followed by a punch on occasion. Then, over time, those too increased in amount. I went to the hospital a couple times. I had to get stitches on my chin. I was knocked out a few times. I received a couple more stitches on my temple. But I stayed with him, thinking it was a phase; loving him unconditionally – what a good wife would do, right?

I hated lying to my son. Joshua was 11 or 12 at that point. I think he was able to tell I wasn’t being truthful with him, that I didn’t really fall down the front steps.

I begged Owen to talk to a professional, to seek help. He hit me for even suggesting it. Our sex life ended. I would have dreams about him and I in a happier place. I’d dream of him grabbing my breasts from behind, whispering how much he loved me in my ear when he came in me. But it was all a fantasy.

We were getting by just fine. But I suppose it wasn’t enough for him. I never thought poorly for Anadolu Yakası escort him, I never made fun of him for how much money he made, I never mistreated him. He was, and I suppose still is, a great father. He protects his son as best he can. Sadly, he views me as a threat, and he won’t let me talk to or see Joshua.

*******

“Hey, it’s ok, Alyssa. You don’t have to go on. I was just making conversation,” Ulysses said, wiping a tear away from her eye.

“No, I can go on. I might as well tell you. You’re really all I have,” Alyssa said, resting her head on Ulysses’ chest.

She paused a moment, thinking about how to continue, forging ahead after deciding to tell Ulysses how she left Owen.

Chapter 2

Alyssa trembled in Ulysses’ arms, straddling him, cumming again. He kissed her large breasts, holding her pregnancy with his dark brown hands.

“I can feel the baby kicking,” He observed.

“Yes,” Alyssa said, catching her breath. “That was a pretty powerful orgasm. It probably shook things up in there,” she laughed.

“Now then, where was I?” she asked, closing her eyes when Ulysses kissed her stomach.

*******

I set up a PO Box for my son. I was getting prepared, thinking the worst. One day after school, I took him by the post office, did some paperwork, and gave him the key to it. I told him to check this box for letters from mommy. I felt silly saying “mommy” to a 14-year-old, but it just fit.

Joshua was confused at first, agreeing to check it once a week starting the following week, just like I asked him to.

Owen threw a broom at me when I got home, angry that I hadn’t swept recently. He muttered under his breath about how much better I thought I was than him and how I was nothing in the grand scheme of things. He belittled me, calling me a slut, and I let him. I took it, listening to him insult me in hushed tones so his son wouldn’t hear, as I swept. It’s so sad how some people change for the worse.

He went to check on Joshua, making sure he was doing his homework; he loves his son so very much. I finished sweeping; I mopped too, and started on dinner.

That night, I left the guestroom I had been ordered by Owen to sleep in for the last year of our marriage, and snuck into Joshua’s room. I sat on the edge of his bed and woke him up. I reminded him how much I loved him. I told him I was going to stay with my niece Sandee. I told Joshua to check his PO Box in a few days. I kissed his forehead and left.

I knew that he didn’t believe any of the horrible things Owen may have told him about me. I could see it in his eyes; I could tell he felt sorry for me. There was something else too. I could see restraint, as if he wanted to run with me, but was keeping his cool, trusting me to write him, letting me get away from the abuse, knowing that however things ended up he and I would always have each other – even if only by letters.

I removed my wedding ring, sitting it on the little table by the front door and left. Owen was still asleep.

I arrived at Sandee’s house in Santa Monica, not far from the beach, after midnight. She is actually my half-niece. Her mother, Diane, is my oldest half-sister. Either way, Sandee and I always got along. She’s 36 now; I’ll be 37 in a couple months.

At the time, Sandee was a stripper, hoping to get out of that profession. Needless to say, she knew how to have fun.

*******

“Whoa, whoa. Fun?” Ulysses asked, interrupting the story.

Alyssa laughed, “Calm down. We didn’t have wild parties or anything like that. I met a few of her friends though. Some would stay the night, some were quite loud.”

Ulysses kissed Alyssa’s neck from behind, his hands massaging her large breasts, while she sat against him in the bed. “Loud?”

“In the bedroom yes. She loved many people,” Alyssa chuckled. “I was busy writing letters to Joshua, mailing one almost every day. They were simple letters, telling him I loved him, reminding him to keep my location a secret.”

“Did he?”

“Yes. Owen showed up anyway a few days later. I hid under Sandee’s bed. I didn’t have this belly back then, so I could fit under there. He never came in to search the house. Sandee suggested I might’ve gone to a friend’s house in Nevada, acting shocked when Owen told her I left him.”

“Did your son write back?”

“A few times, yes. I told him my address wouldn’t be permanent for a long time. I told him of my whereabouts every time I changed locations. I never missed a letter from him. They brought me so much joy these past three years.”

“That’s a long time,” Ulysses said, rubbing lotion onto her belly.

“Yes. Owen was good to Joshua. I was the only one he mistreated. He never raised his voice at Joshua, hit him, or anything like that. He was a perfect father. Unfortunately, he turned into a horrible, abusive husband.”

Alyssa sat up, turned around, holding Ulysses’ face, kissing him again, her lotion-covered stomach pressing Anadolu Yakası escort bayan into his cock. She began sliding it up and down, slowly, over his erection.

“Mmm, baby, I love that,” Ulysses moaned, closing his eyes.

“I know you do. I love feeling you cum all over my tummy,” Alyssa said.

“You really know how to work a cock,” Ulysses said. “I’m guessing you didn’t learn from Owen.”

“I didn’t. It was after I left him.”

“Sandee’s friends?”

“Sorta, but not in Los Angeles. It was after I left there. My first new location,” Alyssa said, picking up the pace, using her beautiful pregnant belly to service Ulysses’ dick.

Chapter 3

After Ulysses ejaculated all over Alyssa’s belly, they showered together, cleaning each other thoroughly, making out in the hot steam.

Their kisses intensified, leading them back to Alyssa’s bed, Ulysses’ cock hard and strong once more.

Alyssa took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of his long rod embedded in her. “When did you leave LA?” he asked.

*******

Thanksgiving of that year. Sandee had saved enough money in the two months I stayed with her to fly us both to Tampa, Florida.

Joshua came by her house the day before our flight. He would sneak over as often as he could. He’d ride his bike. I pretended to scold him, because it took him a long time to get there, I’d hate it if he got caught, but didn’t care deep down, I was too happy to see him.

That night he delivered sad news. He told me he and his father were moving to Houston the first week of December. I was floored. Owen stopped looking for me. I wondered if he found my letters and this was an attempt to distance me. Joshua assured me he had them hidden.

We both cried, holding each other, for what seemed like hours. I had no idea when I would see or hear from him again. I couldn’t confront Owen; I had to stay away from him, for fear of what he might do to me. I let him take my son and move away.

Tears streaming down my face, I told him he could get a new PO Box and write a letter to Sandee’s address when he could and include his new address. It shouldn’t be a problem for minors. I gave him some cash from my dwindling supply, telling him to use it for fees. I told him I’d find a way to write him.

I had no idea when I’d hear from him again. It turned out to be a few, long agonizing months.

Anyway, Sandee was the only one of my family I was really close to. My four other sisters were all half-sisters, our father remarrying shortly after their mother passed away. We got along ok, but were never that close.

That year, far, far away from Owen, zero chance of running into him, I felt safe in Florida for Thanksgiving. I enjoyed being around them for the holidays. It had been many years since I’ve seen some of them. They all congratulated me for having the courage to leave Owen. Some offered me a guest room. I knew they were just being polite, but it meant a lot. The sadness in my heart from the uncertainty of not knowing when I’d hear from Joshua weighed heavily on me.

I wished I had a cell phone back then; Owen wouldn’t let me have one. What little money Owen allowed me to have I took, along with some in my own savings account. As a result, I needed to save as much money as possible. It turned out to be cheaper to write letters instead of buying a phone and paying monthly rates for it.

After Thanksgiving, Sandee was heading to Miami to visit a few stripper friends. She asked me to accompany her; I figured why not. I hoped this trip would take my mind off of things. I kept telling myself it would work out; I’d be communicating with my son again.

The night before we left for Miami, Sandee woke me up. The house was full of family; I slept on a small bed in one of the guest rooms, Sandee on the floor. I figured she was cold and wanted to snuggle, but there was hardly room for two on the bed. She wanted something else though.

“Do you trust me?” Sandee asked.

“Yes, of course, what’s wrong? Is Owen – “

“No, silly. He’s nowhere near. I have a present for you. It’s something that will take your mind off of things,” Sandee said. I gave her a suspicious look.

“Not all strippers are drug addicts, don’t give me that look. It’s something far, far better than any drug. It’s addictive, but not illegal, and given your situation, won’t ruin certain things,” She explained.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Come with me,” Sandee led me out of the guest room, quietly sneaking down the dark hallway. When we got to the back door of the kitchen, she stopped me and held up a cloth of some sort.

“Relax for me please?” She asked. I shrugged and she put a blindfold on me.

“Sandee?”

“Trust me, it’s fine. It’s perfect actually. I want to help you relax, you’ve been through a horrible few years,” Sandee said, taking my hand, leading me out into the cool night air.

I heard crickets chirping. I enjoyed escort bayan a nice breeze against my face. The grass was damp with dew. I trusted Sandee, although I didn’t realize what she meant about whatever she was going to give me not ruining certain things, given my situation. I went with it, sighing heavily when she sat me down, on what I guessed, to be a lawn chair.

Sandee tipped my chin, making me look straight forward. Then I felt it. Something caressed my lips. It was soft. I thought someone was kissing me perhaps. Maybe it was a finger. But then it caressed my lips again, harder this time, my heart was racing.

I felt the large tip of a penis slide across my closed mouth. It had been years since I had performed oral sex on Owen, but a woman never forgets the feeling of a man’s cock in her mouth.

“Sandee,” I recoiled, realizing what it was.

“It’s ok, trust me,” she said.

“Who is he?” I asked.

I heard kissing sounds, Sandee moaning while locking lips with this stranger. “He’s a friend,” She said ending their kiss. “I go way back with him and his son when I used to live here.”

I heard them kiss again, and then felt Sandee’s finger on my chin. “Open up, enjoy this, then I’ll reveal who he is.”

“Alright,” I sighed. I slowly opened my mouth, inching forward in the lounge chair. My lips kissed at it, stretching around it, they covered the tip, bringing it into my mouth. It was huge, so much bigger than anything I’d ever had.

Gingerly sucking on it, my pussy was soaking wet, it tasted so good – a musky man taste, mixed with pre-cum. Sandee was busy making out with this man, but I stopped, clearing my throat. “Sandee? Can I – “

“Use your hands? Of course! Don’t be shy in front of me, please unwind and enjoy this,” Sandee said, taking my hands guiding it to the man’s body.

His muscular thighs were rock hard. My hands traveled up to his stomach feeling its sculpted musculature too. Then I found the base of his cock. My hands barely wrapped around its girth. “Wow,” I whispered, slowly jacking him off with both hands. He was so long, thick, and powerful.

I devoured his dick. My mouth was stretched and completely full of it. Jacking his long cock off while I sucked hungrily at him, Sandee took one of my hands, lowering it to my pajama pants.

“Relax and enjoy this,” She whispered, pulling at the strings of my waist band, sliding my hand into my pants. I knew what she wanted me to do. I was so lost in sucking this mystery dick, this massive monster, I happily started playing with myself.

I heard the man moan while Sandee resumed kissing him. I went to my knees, pushing the chair back, furiously rubbing my clit while I sucked his cock. I paused, licking the shaft up and down, over and over, covering it with my saliva. Then I resumed sucking that juicy dick. I was so close to cumming. I needed this release, I needed this orgasm, I needed this cock. Sandee knew me too well.

“Mmmph mmm,” I moaned as the orgasm hit me, my mouth still closed around his cock. I rubbed my clit until the wave of pleasure finished washing over me.

I took his cock out of my mouth, kissing the tip several times.

“Better?” Sandee asked. I nodded and caught my breath.

“Good,” She said. Sandee kneeled down, slowly removing the blindfold.

Before me, was as towering, hugely muscular, black man. My eyes shot open, my necked arched back to take in his naked body.

“Alyssa, this is Tony. He’s lived next door here for a long time. His son, TJ and I, used to have lots of fun as teens, and then later,” Sandee paused, kissing Tony on his cheek. “I would spend time with Tony too.”

I have never done anything sexual with a black man. It never crossed my mind. But his cock in my mouth, sending shivers down my spine; was Sandee right? Was it addictive?

“Alyssa, would you like to have more fun with Tony tonight? We can go inside. He has a nice guest room area in the basement. We can – “

“Hell yes!” I said, grabbing Tony’s hand, leading him into, what was apparently, his home next door.

*******

“Nice. So Sandee helped you release some stress that night,” Ulysses said, getting dressed before leaving in the morning. Alyssa had to go to work soon.

“She did,” Alyssa replied, getting dressed as well.

“I can’t wait to hear more of the story. I’ll be back next week,” Ulysses said, hugging and kissing Alyssa goodbye.

“I can’t wait for that!” she chuckled, grabbing Ulysses’ bulge, looking forward to another all-nighter during his weekly visits.

Chapter 4

A week later, Ulysses was back at Alyssa’s apartment. She was on all fours; he was behind her, sliding in an out of her as fast as he could, her large tits jiggling from the impacts. “Yes!” she cried out.

A few hours later, they were kissing in a post-sex make out session. “So you went inside Tony’s home?” Ulysses asked.

“Oh! Almost forgot. My story. Yes we did. In his basement. He reminds me of you in ways. We went all night. I had never had a black man inside me before. He stretched me out good though. Sandee told me to pretend she wasn’t there. I did and rode his cock with abandon. It was incredible. When I got tired, Sandee took over, riding and cumming on it until she got tired. You know the best part?”

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Irene’s Photoshoot Ch. 01

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It all started with a mail: “Hi Irene, I’ve seen your pictures on Flickr and I love them. I know you have been out only once but I also know that you are craving to do it again. So here’s the deal: I offer you a private photo shoot, I’ll dictate the poses and the outfit and I’ll pay you 500 Euro’s for it.”

OMG, he had been waiting for an excuse to go outside in Irene-mode again and this sounded like an offer not to be refused… He felt his hands were shaking while he responded, “Mmm, that sounds good, what are you proposing? Xoxoxo!”

The answer came quick: “Ok, that’s settled then. I want you to be at Café Engels, next to Rotterdam Central station at Friday the 1st of July at five o’clock in the afternoon.”

His heart was pounding when he replied shyly: “Ok.”

The swift reply made him shake even more: “I want you to wear that black latex cat suit and that stiletto high heeled over knee boots that seems to be quite popular in your photo stream.”

OMG, this was way more than he had ever fantasized about… but his fingers just typed a meek “Ok.”

The night before sleep was restless. He had taken Friday off from work to prepare for the adventures ahead. Soaking in a flower-scented bath and removing every hair from his body got her in the right mood. Time for makeup. She decided to go a bit further than usual and went for a heavy smoky eyed effect around her piercing blue eyes. Half an hour was spent to attach long false lashes and layers and layers of volume boosting mascara… Finally blusher, contouring and, mmm, the painting of her soft lips in bright red…

She put on her long blonde hair and then that magical moment of looking in the mirror…” Hello again, gorgeous!” Irene said, enjoying the sight of the pretty girl smiling back at her…

Then the next step of nipping and tucking. Irene decided on a black lace thong with a matching bra, and of course the black waist nipper. Breathing out, she pulled the strings as tight as she dared, giving her a feeling of being a bit drunk. “OMG, should I really do this?” she murmured.

Then it was time for the latex cat suit. She istanbul escort squeezed into it, and closed the zipper which conveniently went from her chin to the top of her firm ass. The boots came next. Irene always loved stepping into them and zipping them up. The feeling of standing in high heels was magical and she did some girly steps in front of the mirror.

Irene painted her nails a bright red and accessorized her hands with big rings on every finger, a bit of her trademark on Flickr.

Earrings, necklace and a warm, deep smelling feminine perfume. Irene looked in the mirror and thought: “Wow girl, you rock!”

Then the truth hit home. “OMG, I have to go outside to meet a guy…” Her heart started pounding, she thought about just to chicken out but then she decided that if there ever was a chance go outside it would be this.

So at four o’clock she opened the front door and stepped outside, with shaking knees. She had donned a long trench coat which only revealed her booted legs. Taking a deep breath she started to walk to her car which was parked some streets away. She passed a neighbour who looked at her ass and some young guys who made cat-whistles at her. Irene was getting braver now and passed them while she wiggled her firm derriere.

She made it to her car, a small red MX5. When she started it, she was faced with a new problem: “OMG, how I’m going to drive in stiletto heels?” Irene chuckled.

Somehow she managed and Irene arrived in Rotterdam in time. Driving on the highway dressed as a pretty blonde was exciting enough. She walked the little distance to the terrace of Café Engels, enjoying the sensation of walking in the centre of the city, dressed as a pretty girl. She ordered a white wine against the nerves running along her spine, using her best feminine voice. The waiter didn’t seem to notice although he had an interest in her legs…

Just after five a handsome young man walked onto the terrace and asked politely: “Miss Nyman?” Irene followed him to a waiting car, her heels click-clacking on the pavement, with the faint feeling that there was Escort Anadolu Yakası no way back now…

During the drive into the Rotterdam harbour the driver didn’t say much, just that he was instructed to pick up a pretty girl and bring her to a place in the outskirts of the harbour.

The place turned out to be an old warehouse. The driver brought her inside and left. Irene felt very nervous, anxious what would happen next. Then she heard a voice and turned around.

She saw a tall middle aged man standing in the door opening, quite handsome, sharp dressed, and smiling at her. “Hello Irene, glad you are here. It’s nice to see you in real life and I must say that cat suit really suits you.”

He told her to relax and after some talking he suggested that they should start the photo shoot. “I always like the contrast of a pretty girl against an old industrial backdrop.” He instructed Irene to assume various poses while shooting away. She did all the poses she usually did in her personal photo shoots and did her best to look sexy and seductive. She really enjoyed it until suddenly he said: “I want to try something.”

From a bag he took a white rope and, suddenly changing the tone of his voice, he said “Turn around!” A bit surprised, Irene turned around and felt the client grabbing her hands behind her back and wrapping the rope around her wrists. “Wait a minute!” she protested but he pulled her petite body against his. “Don’t worry babe, I just want to play a bit with you.”

Irene panicked and wanted to run away but the client wouldn’t let her. “Oh no, you don’t! “and pushed her toward a small office in the corner of the warehouse. Irene started to scream. “You talk too much, honey,” he said and produced a cloth from his pocket which he stuffed into Irene’s mouth. Roughly he put her into a chair in the office and tied the rope around her wrists to the back of the chair. Irene struggled and tried to push the gag from her mouth. He quickly wrapped another cloth around her head and picked up some more rope.

The client started to tie Irene’s right leg to the chair. Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort Irene kicked him and the client slapped her in the face. “I do not want to ruin that pretty face, so never ever do that again!” he shouted. Irene surrendered, her head was spinning. Here she was, dressed like a hot girl, tied up in a godforsaken place in the harbour… She tried to fight the feeling but she was also becoming very aroused. “OMG, what is happening to me?”

The client began taking pictures of her, obviously enjoying it. He lowered the front zipper of her cat suit to show her cleavage while fondling her body. Suddenly his hand was in her crotch, squeezing and exploring through the latex and Irene was squirming and moaning in her bondage. Oh yes, take me, more, more, more!… Suddenly it stopped and the client walked out of the door.

Irene was left in the room. It was getting dark and her head was a tornado of confusion. Obviously she was on her own and she had to get out. She struggled and struggled but it was no use. She started to feel the sweat which was covering her body between the latex cat suit and her skin. The pressure in her mouth from the gag became almost unbearable. She felt a strange mixture of extreme excitement and a will to break free.

Suddenly the door opened and the client came in. “Are you having a good time, Irene?” he asked with a smile. “Mmmmph!” was all Irene could say. The client started to remove the gag. He also loosened the ropes around her wrists. The blood rushed in again. Irene tried to scream but only a croaking sound came from between her red lips.

“You like this, don’t you?” the client asked. Irene nodded shyly. The client removed the ropes which tied Irene to the chair and lifted her over his shoulder, gently patting her ass. “Ok babe, let’s go on then.”

He lowered her on a desk, face down and her hands still tied behind her back. Irene tried to say something. “Oh no, I do the talking,” the client said and took a large red ball gag. He pressed it against her lips and slowly Irene felt the red monster fill her mouth. The straps were fastened under her long blonde hair.

The client took some more rope and grabbed her ankles by her stiletto boots. He expertly tied them together.

He then bowed to Irene’s head and whispered in her ear: “How about a nice hogtie, sweetie?” Irene tried to answer but all she could feel was that she was starting to drool…

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