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After beating me yet again, Tony grinned wide and gave me a hard time as he gathered my money. “Cold streak, Chris?”

I just rolled my eyes. The last four or five weeks had been miserable. I really was on a cold streak. I hadn’t won once but, honestly, that was the least of my concerns. I felt uncomfortable every time we got together for our weekly poker night. I didn’t know how to act or what to think. Mr. Harris was acting as if nothing had happened and I was trying to do the same. Normally I would be stealing glances at Mr. Harris, but for the last several weeks I had been avoiding all eye contact.

Tony kept cleaning house in the game, taking Dave’s money next and eventually winning his dad’s as well. As the night concluded, Tony walked me and Dave to the door and we said our farewells.

“See you in a couple weeks!” Tony reminded us. Next week’s game was off because Tony was out of town for a big company conference in California.

“Enjoy your conference!” I was happy for him as he was definitely excited about his first real business trip. “Later, Dave!” I nodded my head as we walked our separate ways to our cars and headed home.

A couple of days later, I saw an envelope on my doorstep. Intrigued, I picked it up and opened it as I stepped inside. It was an elegant card with an invitation to a “black tie” casino night. Near the bottom was an instruction to wear my finest attire, followed by an address. The Harris home. My heart took off like a gunshot as my mind raced. Tony was out of town, obviously, and I realized that meant his mother must be out of town as well! They worked for the same company so she must be going to the conference, too.

I instantly thought of what I could wear, suddenly feeling lots of pressure. The casino night was a couple days away and I was restless – my mind racing with ideas. I had a nice suit for interviews that my parents gave me at college graduation. I also had a really nice dress shirt that I had bought for a friend’s wedding. I didn’t want to spend a bunch of money, but I had a decent outfit coming together.

Finally the day came. I had tried to focus on other things otherwise time would crawl, but as I drove home from work I let my mind go. I imagined how the night would unfold, who was invited to attend, and Mr. Harris dressed up in his best attire. I grabbed a quick dinner and got dressed. I looked pretty sharp, but I was still worried I would be underdressed. My dark suit was still pretty new and fit my young, athletic frame. I had on my fancy dress shirt, a black belt and nice loafers that I had bought for the interview circuit. In anticipation of the night, I did buy a nice black silk tie and a white pocket square. I used some extra hair product to make sure my hair was well styled and tried to subtly apply some cologne.

I pulled up to the Harris home and tried to slow my heart rate, taking deep breaths. As I walked from the car to the door, I re-tucked my shirt and straightened my tie and finally knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door swung open to reveal Mr. Harris in a full tuxedo. I froze. I was stunned at how attractive he looked and I instantly started to get hard. His full frame was complimented by the tailored, black tuxedo with shining lapels. The adorable old man was wearing a smart, black bowtie, too. His white dress shirt was pleated in the front with classy black and gold buttons running from his neck to his pants. His look was finished with a gold pocket square to match his cufflinks and buttons. He looked so sharp in his tux and his hair, like my own, was more carefully styled to match. His eyes shone and his smile topped it all off as he welcomed me inside.

“You look nice,” he said as we stepped inside. I smiled and returned the compliment, but not to the extent that I truly felt. A bolder me would tell him that he looked more incredible than anyone I had ever seen.

I couldn’t tell what it was, but the home felt different. The lighting set a mood, but it was more than that. I took a seat at the poker table and he offered me a drink. Normally, we had beers but tonight was champagne in a nice glass. I was the only one there, but maybe I was just the first to arrive.

I sipped on my beverage and stared at Mr. Harris who took his own seat at the table, champagne in hand.

“Shall we get started?” He started shuffling the deck, so clearly it was just the two of us after all. He dealt the cards and held up his left arm as he undid a cufflink and placed it on the table. I shrunk as I realized that I was not only underdressed, but at a clear disadvantage with less accessories to wager.

I took off my belt and set it on the table and looked at my cards, revealing a king and a six. We both checked and he flipped the first three cards – queen, king, four. An ideal flop for me, I decided to wager my tie. He added his other cufflink and flipped over another king. I was surely going to take this hand, so I didn’t hesitate alsancak escort to slide off my shoe and add it to the table. He seemed to be reluctant but eventually folded and threw his cards to the middle. I gathered the pot of winnings and the cards.

It was my turn to shuffle and I debated whether or not I wanted to use my secret skill in rigging the deck. I decided to let it play out without cheating. I had a feeling the night was going to turn out how I’d want regardless of the outcome of the game and I wouldn’t have to risk him finding out my secret.

We played for a while and enjoyed some casual conversation and champagne, but the ice was yet to be broken. We were both definitely holding back.

Both of us had won a few hands and stayed pretty even, but I was starting to make some progress. I now had his cufflinks, bowtie, golden pocket square, and shoes. And my next hand was a good one. I was dealt an ace and a king. I placed one of his cufflinks for the ante and he bent over to add his sock. Before the flop, I raised the ante, adding another cufflink and his bowtie. He matched my bet, removing his other sock and then adjusting in his seat to take off his jacket. I was amazed as he revealed his suspenders underneath which I was unaware until now was a major turn on. His elegant pleated dress shirt was also now more visible and prominently displayed his round belly and pecs. His clothes fit so well and made it easy for me to admire his body once more. He flipped over the three cards, which included another ace and made my hand even stronger. So I added both of his shoes. He was going to have to offer two items to match and he was running out of things to bet. He took off his suspenders and his pants and placed them on the table. He now sat in his beautiful dress shirt and his briefs. I stared at his pouch in his briefs, eager to meet again what lied beneath. He flipped another card and I evaluated what threats there were to my hand. There were two hearts on the table, so there was a small flush threat, but it was unlikely. He would need a two pair or a three of a kind to beat my hand. I thought about it and decided the odds were in my favor. So I added two more items to take him all in. After a while, he decided to call and began unbuttoning his shirt. I was not hiding my stares like our previous match. All night long, I was admiring his body and face and we were now reaching the good part. I shook my head in disbelief as his unbuttoning revealed an undershirt. Just one more advantage for him.

He laughed as he could tell what was on my mind. “I came dressed to play.”

I chuckled back and apparently became more emboldened by my lead. “So, what are we playing for?” I broke the ice.

“Well, I don’t want to take any liberties but if you agree to my idea, the winner of tonight’s game wins control.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid the undershirt off over his head. He now sat just as he was just a month or so before – bare, except for his white briefs, at the table.

I was all but sure what he meant. “Full control?”

“Complete control.” He replied. He was nearly naked and almost smiling as he stared right at me. “Tonight’s winner, if we agree, controls the events of the night and both our actions. Complete control.”

I was fully clothed, hard as a rock, and my heart was beating fast. Of course I was in agreement of the terms. I nodded my agreement and he asked just to be sure.

“Are we both in?”

“We are.”

He flipped over the last card, which was another heart. The flush was a possibility, but he would need to have been dealt two hearts and I was holding one as well. I felt pretty good about my hand. So, I added one last item to the bet.

“I’m in,” he smiled, but he didn’t take off his underwear. Apparently those don’t come off unless I win. He flipped his cards revealing, to my great disappointment, two hearts. He had a flush and he won the hand. I flipped mine over and he gathered his winnings.

I took inventory of what I had left. I lost all his items I had won, plus my belt. Taking into account all the extra accessories he had started with, I was behind by quite a bit.

We played a few more hands and I was being pushed to the brink. He was aggressive with his bets when he held a lead. It was my weakness playing from behind. I briefly considered cheating again, but resolved once more to let the cards play out naturally. I won a couple hands, then he won a couple more and finally I could sense I was running out of time. I decided I needed to make a play or he was going to just play strong bets until I slowly folded away my last few items one by one.

I got a decent enough hand and decided I needed to go for broke. I was either going to win back a considerable amount to make the playing field even again or he was going to win it all.

“All in.”

He paused and considered the bet. I had my jacket, pants, altıeylül escort shirt, and underwear.

“Four items?” He asked, as I realized he wasn’t aware if I had on an undershirt or any other hidden items. I confirmed and he placed four items on the table.

Since I was all in, we both revealed our hands. He had a better hand, but anything could happen. He flipped over the first three cards and things were looking worse and worse for me. The fourth card all but sealed my fate. He smiled and I shook my head. He revealed the last card. I had lost.

“I believe you lost those,” he said as he eyed my clothes. I stood up and took off my jacket. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my arms. I released the button on my pants and bent over to slide them down and place everything on the table. I was now standing in nothing but my underwear and he was taking me in. After a pause, I slid down my underwear, embarrassed to be revealing my already hard cock. I stood there and waited on his command as we had both agreed he had just won complete control.

Mr. Harris pulled his chair away from the table a bit and beckoned me to kneel in front of him. He was still in just his briefs from earlier in the game.

“I want you to take good care of this.”

I nodded and reached to pull down his briefs.

“Oh, and I want you to call me ‘sir,'” he added with a wry smile.

“Yes, sir.”

I slid his briefs down his legs and set them on the table. Here before me once again was the man of my dreams completely naked. This time I was completely at his mercy.

I ran my hands over his thighs and started by licking his balls. I took them in my mouth and tried to gently twirl them. After paying them some good attention, I transitioned up his shaft, licking my way up to the head of his cock and then lowering back down. I took it all in as I went as low as I could and sniffed his crotch, with his hair once again tickling my face. I held as long as I could until finally I had to come up for air. I looked up and this time his eyes were not closed. He was staring down at me. If I were in control, I would have kissed him right then. But I was ordered to take good care of his cock and I turned my focus back there. I bobbed up and down, alternating speeds and striving to cover everything with my tongue. After a while, I felt his palm on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto him and holding me down. I struggled to breathe and resisted my gag reflex as my mouth flooded with saliva and cock. I thought I would choke when he released and I came up for air, desperate to not show signs of difficulty. His groin was so wet from all my saliva and I knew a soft, cool blow would set him on edge so, just as I had many weeks ago, I positioned myself beneath his balls and blew upward. His legs jumped and his dick twitched as I continued a steady stream of cool air.

“Ohhhhh,” this time he didn’t have to suppress his moans. I jumped back on and covered him completely again with my mouth and tongue. He held my head down again at his base and his hair filled my nose. His forcefulness was turning me on even more. When he let go, I went right back beneath him to blow on his wet junk. Each time I did this, his legs would shiver like when you get out of cold water without a towel. Just causing him to react like that stimulated me like nothing else.

As I started back towards his cock, he grabbed my head and pulled me upwards towards his chest, positioning me on his nipple. I obeyed as I kissed and nibbled on him while my hands felt their way down to his sack. I tried to stimulate him in every way I knew how and switched back and forth between each nipple. I moved my hands up to his chest, running them through his hair and back down to his belly. Being with Mr. Harris was a fantasy. His big, strong, hairy frame was perfect to me and I tried to appreciate every inch of his body. I went back down to his cock and sucked, urgently needing to make him cum. I was hungry and took over. He was in control, but he did order me to take care of this and I was determined to do so. He again placed his arms on my head but didn’t force me. He just held me head as I sucked like me life depended on it. His body was tensing beneath me and I knew I was close.

“No spills this time, kid.” His last words before he started to exhale deeply.

I was ready for his load. This was my favorite part – not the seed which was still not a taste I had particularly acquired, but feeling his body tremble and heave up and down as he moans and struggles for breath. He began to moan and I braced myself to keep it all in this time according to his command. His legs bucked upwards which caused his back to push back into the chair as he unloaded in my mouth. The bitter taste hit my tongue as I held my mouth in position. He shot several spurts and the taste slowly turned sweeter again. I swallowed as his spent body came to rest in the chair altınordu escort beneath me. I looked up, with his softening cock still in my mouth. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. I was unsure if I was allowed to do this as he had won control but I decided to blow again. As I blew the cool air, he jumped almost out of the chair.

“No, no, no,” he chuckled as he got on his feet. “Follow me.”

He grabbed my wrist and led me down a hall. I had been to his home many times dating back to high school but Pete and I never ever went down this hall. I knew this was the hall leading to his parents’ bedroom. We entered the master’s suite as my master pushed me naked onto his bed.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” His smile was sinister.

He disappeared briefly and I didn’t dare move. I sat nude on his bed and wondered what punishment he had in store when he came back in the room.

“On your back, kid,” he ordered. I laid back in the middle of his bed and felt his hands force my feet together. He began wrapping them with tape. When my feet were securely stuck together, he came around the bed to my right arm and slipped a rope around my forearms. He tied a knot and secured it to his bedside table before going to the other side and finishing by tying up my left as well. I was bound in a Y position, hard as a rock and nervous for what he was going to do.

“Maybe this will help you remember who is in control.” He stood over my bound frame and slapped my balls. My legs shot upward as I instinctively curled up like a shell.

“Legs down,” he ordered firmly.

I was genuinely scared now. This was my second experience with a man and the first one, I was quickly finding, was very tame. I straightened my legs quickly and he slapped my balls again, softer than the first time. Still a painful knot formed in my stomach as I resisted the instinct to curl up in a defensive position again.

“Good,” he urged me to be obedient as he grabbed his balls in his hand. He was firm with applying pressure and I closed my eyes as he played with my balls. Slowly pleasure mixed in with the lingering pain. I still throbbed from his slaps, but now as he twirled them in his hand, a new sensation formed. He slapped my rigid cock with his other hand as his hand continued to caress my balls. I cried out as my legs recoiled again from the pain. I tried to keep my knees straight but the pain literally forced my legs up toward my stomach. He let go of my balls as he used his hands to straighten my legs.

“I don’t want to have to get more rope.”

“No sir,” I quickly replied. I wasn’t loving my experience but I was still eager to obey his command. I wanted to honor our bet, for one thing. But, really, I would always be eager to please him. His pleasure stimulated my own. I braced myself for more as I tried to mentally prepare myself to embrace the pain and focus on the pleasure.

He grabbed my balls again and the mixed sensation returned. After a minute or two, he slapped them again and I kept my legs still. The pain overwhelmed any pleasurable feeling and I grimaced as it gradually, gradually subsided and was replaced again with the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. With my eyes closed, I was startled when his mouth suddenly covered my dick and now the pleasure gradually overwhelmed the pain. I started to moan as he sucked and his hands returned to play gently with my balls. I started to shift beneath him for a different reason as my butt clenched and my legs squirmed. He rose up off my dick and slapped my balls again. The pain was worse than ever due to the contrast of pleasure shortly before. My balls ached and I was on the verge of tears. I was holding my breath constantly in an effort to suppress my pain and keep steady as he had ordered. The pain gradually subsided again as he caressed my balls gently in his hands still. He pinched my nipples with enough force that it, too, brought both pleasure and pain. He sucked me again and the pleasure heightened. He was toying with my body’s sensations and I felt like I was on the verge of both cumming and breaking down. I was shaking under his massive body and his weight draped over my legs like a comforter. My legs were warm underneath him but my naked upper body was exposed to the chilly room. I started to squirm as he twirled my cock with his tongue. He let go of my balls and put his finger in my mouth. It was strange but I didn’t care as he really bobbed up and down my dick. When he removed it, he placed his wet finger underneath my legs and pushed it towards my hole. My eyes widened as he rubbed his finger around the opening. Access was mostly restricted with my legs bound together, but he rubbed the general area as his mouth continued to pleasure me. I knew I was going to shoot soon. His finger returned from my hole to my mouth and I tried to lather it up, eager to see what he could do with more lubrication. He rubbed all around and slowly inserted his finger in, just a bit.

I started to pant and exhale sharply as my hips bucked towards him. My climax built when he abruptly stopped sucking and gently slapped my balls. My eyes rolled back beneath my closed eyelids as the pain interrupted my pleasure. It was a minor pain but I was desperate to unload. I was so close.

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Jambor wollte raus, musste raus aus dieser Schule. Die anderen Schüler drangsalierten ihn. Jeder, wirklich jeder, nannte ihn einen dreckigen Nigger.

Jambor hatte das schon seinem Vater gesagt, als dieser verlangte, dass er, Jambor, nach England auf das Internat sollte, auf das auch sein Vater gegangen war.

Wie würde das aussehen, ‘Jambor Lord Mistletoe’ und eine Hautfarbe, die wie ein Kaffee mit Sahne aussah.

Doch sein Vater hatte das nicht verstanden.

Jambor hatte seinem Vater Briefe geschrieben, doch diese würden Monate brauchen, bis sie ihn erreichen würden, eine Antwort würde noch einmal so lange dauern. Denn Jambors Vater lebte weiterhin in Indien.

Die Demütigungen und Schikanen, die Jambors Mitschüler im Internat an ihm begingen, bracht Jambor dann dazu, von der Schule zu fliehen. Wegen seiner dunklen Hautfarbe hatte er große Probleme in England zu bleiben. Er hatte zwar seine Papiere, doch die Verwandten seines Vaters wollten ihn nicht aufnehmen. So musste er sich ohne Unterstützung durchschlagen.

Er hatte noch etwas Geld und kam zu einem größeren Hafen, wo er bei einem Indienfahrer anheuern konnte.

Ohne Erfahrung waren das nur die einfachsten Arbeiten, doch Jambor war raus aus dem Land, das ihn nur verachtet hatte.

Auf der Fahrt gen Indien lernte Jambor, der nur unter seinem Vornamen bekannt war, die Schiffskammeraden kennen und freundete sich mit einigen an. Das Schiff fuhr nach Bombay, seine Familie lebte aber an der Ostküste. Von Bombay durch das Land dorthin zu kommen, wäre zu gefährlich, so wollte Jambor an der Küste auf Schiffen mitfahren, die in die von ihm gewünschte Richtung fuhren.

Er war an seinem Zielhafen von Bord gegangen, als er hörte, das Aufständische bei einem Überfall auf den Ort, in dem seine Familie wohnte, alle Engländer und mit Engländern verbundene Inder umgebracht hätten. So wäre sein Vater an einem Baum in der Ortsmitte gehängt worden. Zu seiner Mutter und seiner Schwester hieß es, diese seien von den Aufständischen erst missbraucht, dann verstümmelt und zum Schluss bei lebendigen Leibe verbrannt worden.

Jambor stand vor dem Menschen, der ihm das erzählt hatte, und war traurig, geschockt, empört, verzweifelt, ..

Er wusste nicht weiter. Der Ortsvorsteher sah Jambors Reaktion und fragte “kanntet ihr jemand?”

Jambor schüttete den Kopf und ging weg.

Es setzte sich am Ortsrand auf einen Stein und wusste nicht mehr weiter.

Nach längerer Trauer, er musste an das Ende seines Vaters denken, der sich so um die Menschen, für die er verantwortlich gewesen war, gekümmert hatte. An seine Mutter, welche die zweite Frau seines Vaters geworden war, nachdem die erste kurz nach der Geburt seines Bruders, des Erbens des Titels, gestorben war. Seine Mutter, eine so sanfte, liebevolle Frau, die ihm, und später auch seiner kleine Schwester eine solches Vorbild, Hilfe und Freude war. An seine Schwester, seine kleine Schwester, die so neugierig, so beliebt bei allen gewesen war. Und diese Menschen, die niemanden etwas Böses getan hatten, waren einfach umgebracht worden.

Jambor hatte auf dem Stein gesessen und geweint.

Doch dann gab er sich einen Ruck. Er, Jambor, musste etwas aus seinem Leben machen. Zuerst wollte er zurück nach Bombay, um dort den Behörden vom Ende seines Vaters zu berichten. Denn sein Bruder, der in England war, musste erfahren, dass er jetzt der erste Lord Mistletoe war.

Jambor ging zurück zum Schiff. Das war kurz vor der Abfahrt, doch er erreichte den Kapitän noch, und wurde von ihm wieder mit auf die Rückreise genommen.

Diese Reise ging wieder von Hafen zu Hafen, Jambor musste mehrmals das Schiff wechseln, bis er wieder in Bombay ankam. Er fragte sich durch und erreicht die lokale englische Regierung, um dort die Geschichte zu erzählen. Dort hatten sie noch nichts davon erfahren. Der zuständige Beamte sagte ihm, dass die Telegrafenleitungen immer wieder von Bäumen oder auch Aufständigen unterbrochen wurden. So wie es auch aktuell war.

Jambor verabschiedete sich und ging zurück in die Stadt. Er musste sich jetzt überlegen, was er machen wollte.

Jambor beschloss, weiter zur See zu fahren. Er hatte Interesse daran gefunden, besonders die fremden Häfen waren etwas, was ihn interessierte.

In der folgenden Zeit fuhr er nach Afrika, in das geheimnisvolle Zanzibar, wo er durch die Märkte schlenderte und sich sogar auf dem Sklavenmarkt umsah.

Er wunderte sich, dass es dieses immer noch gab. Er dachte immer, dass die Engländer diesen Handel unterbunden hätten. Doch auf Zanzibar herrschten andere Mächte, die Herrscher des Omans, und so auch andere Sitten.

Er kam auch nach Arabien, doch Arabien war ihm zu heiß. Überall nur Sand war nichts für ihn.

Er wusste, dass es auch in Indien in Landesinneren Gebiete gab, die so trocken sein sollten, doch in Arabien interessierten ihn nur die Reittiere.

Jambor fuhr nun drei oder vier Jahre zwischen Afrika, Arabien und Indien zur See, so genau wusste er es nicht mehr, und er war von casibom adres einem normalen Mannschaftsmitglied zu einem Vertreter des Kapitäns aufgestiegen. Er hatte auf den Reisen gute Geschäfte gemacht und überlegte sich schon, ob er sich ein eigenes Schiff kaufen sollte, als er wieder eine Fahrt nach Arabien machen sollte.

Diesmal sogar als Kapitän. Sein alter Kapitän hatte kurz vor der Abfahrt einen Unfall, die Fahrt seinem Kunden aber schon versprochen. Und da er nicht nur das Geld für die Fracht verloren, sondern auch noch eine Strafe hätte zahlen müssen, bettelte er Jambor an, die Fahrt zu machen.

Dafür bot er Jambor einen guten Bonus an. Dieser vermutete, dass der Kapitän, der auch der Eigner des Schiffes war, seinen ganzen Gewinn als Prämie an Jambor zahlte. Der Verlust beim Ausfall der Fahrt wäre wohl größer geworden.

Jambor stand beim Beladen des Schiffes am Kai und sah zu, wie die Fracht, einige Kisten verladen wurde. Es gab, wie so oft, auch einige Passagiere. Drei Männer, die Jambor nicht ganz geheuer vorkamen und zwei Frauen, eine ältere, und eine junge, die beide etwas verängstigt und auch ungelenkig unterwegs waren. Die Frauen trugen eine Mischung aus einer arabischen Kleidung, die sie komplett verhüllten, und etwas lokalem.

Die Überfahrt war, wie oft, etwas rauer, da das Schiff keiner der großen Segler war, sondern eine Abwandlung einer arabischen Dhau. Bootsbauer in und bei Bombay hatten sich Dhaus als Vorbild genommen und eigene Versionen entwickelt.

Doch als sie in Muscat in den Hafen liefen, war das Wasser ruhig. Jambor hatte auf der Überfahrt die Frauen jammern hören. So hatte er dem einen der Männer, der an Deck gekommen war, einen Eimer gegeben, den dieser öfters über die Reling gekippt und dann, den Eimer an einem Seil hängend, ausgewaschen hatte.

Ins Muscat wurden die Frauen von Bord geführt, hier kam Jambor das Verhalten der Männer noch komischer vor. Ihm erschien es, als wenn die Frauen wie Sklaven behandelt würden.

Nachdem die Fracht entladen worden war kümmerte sich Jambor um Fracht für den Rückweg. Er bekam eine Ladung nach Porbandar, die er annahm. Von Porbandar würde er ohne Probleme eine Ladung nach Bombay bekommen.

Nachdem die Geschäfte am Hafen abgeschlossen waren, ging er in die Stadt. Er wollte mal sehen, ob es etwas Neues zu bestaunen gab. So soll es in Muscat Kamelrennen geben, hatte er gehört. Und Kamele waren immer noch die faszinierendsten Tiere, die er kennengelernt hatte.

Jambor wanderte durch die Gassen der Stadt. Er hörte, dass es auf einem Sklavenmarkt Frauen aus Indien geben würde, die man kaufen könne und folgte den Beschreibungen zum Markt.

Einmal war er auf einem Sklavenmarkt in Muscat gewesen, doch dieser war wohl ein anderer, denn das Viertel war etwas ärmlicher.

Er kam auf einen Platz, an dessen Rand sich eine Art Podest befand. Vor dem Podest stand einer der Männer, die Jambor aus Indien nach Muscat als Passagier hatte. Waren die beiden Frauen die Frauen, die sie als Sklaven verkaufen wollten?

Die Engländer in Indien versuchten, die Sklaverei zu verbieten. Da es aber noch viele lokale Herrscher gab, hatten die Engländer sich noch nicht durchsetzen können.

Es wurde die erste Frau angeboten. Es war wohl die junge Frau von den beiden Frauen, die Passagiere waren.

Sie musste sich komplett ausziehen. Dann musste sie sich, mit ausgestreckten Armen um sich drehen.

Jambor, der mit den Jahren auch recht gut Arabisch gelernt hatte, hörte sich die Anpreisungen der Verkäufer an. So wurde gesagt, dass die Frau aus dem Osten Indiens kämme. Dort wäre sie die Tochter eines Engländers gewesen, der in einem Aufstand ermordet worden war. Die Eroberer dieser schönen Frau hatten vorgesehen, sie nach Arabien zu verkaufen. Man konnte sehen, wie wohlgebaut diese Frau sei.

Jambor musste diesem zustimmen. Und daran denken, dass er, der Geschichte nach, wohl seine Schwester ansah.

Diese Frau war, so die Verkäufer, 5 Fuß, 3 Zoll groß. Sie hatte, so fand es Jambor, Recht große Brüste. Wenn er an die Frauen dachte, die er sich für gewisse Stunden gekauft hatte, waren die Brüste der Frau da vorne auf dem Podest gut entwickelt. Dafür waren ihre Hüften nicht so breit, wie es bei den Arabern beliebt war. Die Frau war, anders als Jambor es gehört hatte, wie es üblich sei, zwischen ihren Beinen nicht komplett rasiert.

Sie sah über die Menge der Männer, die laut Fragen stellten, hinweg.

Eine Frage war, ob sie unberührt wäre, was bestätigt wurde. Eine weitere, ob sie rechtgläubig wäre, was wiederum verneint wurde. Vielen Männern war sie zu hell, anderen dann zu dunkel.

Jambor sah, dass es wohl nicht wirklich zur Begeisterung bei den möglichen Kunden kam, was die Verkäufer sich erwünscht hatten.

Es wurde eine Summe ausgerufen, die die Verkäufer haben wollen, doch die Summe führte nur zu Gelächter unter den Männern auf dem Hof vor dem Podest. Auch Jambor fand das über seinen Verhältnissen. Einer rief “Wenn sie weiß wäre, vielleicht, Casibom Giriş Rehberi aber nicht so eine dunkle. Die haben wir selber.”

Da es kein Gebot zu dieser Summe gab, gingen die Anbieter mit ihren Preisvorstellungen runter, doch auch hier gab es kein Gebot.

Die meisten Männer, die mit Interesse die junge Frau betrachtet hatten, gingen vom Platz, die anderen waren wohl nur Zuschauer.

Es kam zwei weiterer Männer zu dem, den Jambor als Passagier erkannt hatte, und die Jambor ebenfalls als Passagiere identifizierte. Die drei stritten sich leise, aber erkennbar. Dann winkte der zuerst dort stehende ab und ging sichtbar wütend weg. Die beiden anderen diskutierten noch etwas, woraufhin der eine Mann weg ging, und mit der zweiten Frau zurückkam.

Diese war auch nackt, sie war älter und kleiner als die junge Frau. Sie hatte etwas kleinere Brüste und war komplett rasiert. Auch waren ihre Hüften breiter. Die ältere Frau war noch dunkler als die junge Frau. nachdem die beiden Frauen nebeneinander standen, sagte der eine der beiden dort noch dort stehenden Männer “Die beiden Frauen zusammen für einem Preis von 200 Dinar. Wir gehen nicht weiter runter.”

Die Männer auf dem Platz redeten laut durcheinander, doch keiner meldete sich. Da hob Jambor die Hand. Mit dem Geld wollte er sich eigentlich sein eigenes Schiff kaufen, aber wenn er die beiden kaufen, befreien könnte, wäre ihm das wichtiger.

Da er der einzige Bieter war, mussten die Verkäufer ihm zustimmen, und Jambor ging zum Podium. Er fragte nach der Kleidung der beiden, welche ihm die Verkäufer erst nicht geben wollten. Doch er bekam sie und konnte diese beiden geben.

Jambor hatte, nicht nur weil es warm, sondern auch, weil es in diesen Landen Tradition war, die Kleidung der Einheimischen an. Auch hatte er sich mit der Zeit einen leichten Bart stehen lassen, so dass die Frauen ihn ängstlich ansahen.

Er zahlte die Kaufsumme und befahl ihnen auf Arabisch, ihm zu folgen, doch das verstanden die beiden wohl nicht. Einer der Verkäufer schrie sie auf Hindi an und sie folgten Jambor. Dieser sah, dass die beiden wieder mit einem Seil zusammengebunden waren. Zuerst wollte er das Seil entfernen, dachte sich dann aber, dass sie so besser zusammen blieben und auch anderen nicht versuchen würden, ihm eine der beiden zu stehlen. Er hatte so einige Geschichten gehört. Wenn es darum ging, unbedachten Ausländern ihren Besitz, und damit auch Sklaven, zu stehlen, kannten einige Einheimische keine Skrupel.

Am Hafen trieb Jambor die beiden in eine ruhige Ecke und fragte sie dann auf Hindi, wer sie wären. “Ich bin Nayab, das ist meine Mutter Moesha. Wir sind vor Jahren geraubt worden.” Und Moesha fragte “Was hast du mit uns vor? Willst du uns weiterverkaufen?”

Jambor sagte beiden, dass er nicht vorhatte, sie zu verkaufen. Doch da er sein Geld für sie ausgegeben hatte, konnte er ihnen auch keine Kleidung kaufen. So müssten sie erst einmal in der Kleidung der Sklavenhändler bleiben. Dann fragte Jambor noch “Die Sklavenhändler haben gesagt, dass ihr von der Ostküste kommen würdet. Gibt es jemand, der euch helfen kann?”

“Wieso?”

“Ich bin ein Mensch, der sich keine Sklaven hält. Ich kann euch doch nicht behalten.”

Moesha sagte, dass sie noch einen Sohn habe, doch dieser war schon vor dem Überfall verschwunden. “Er hatte Probleme in England, und als mein Mann ihm geschrieben hatte, kam keine Antwort mehr.” Moesha sah Jambor an “Ich habe Angst um ihn. Er war, wie sie”, sie zeiget auf Nayab, “dunkelhäutig. Zwar war mein Mann ein Adliger bei den Engländern, doch die mögen dunkle Menschen nicht so gerne.”

Jambor fragte die beiden “Was mach ich nur mit euch?”

Nayab sah erst zu ihrer Mutter, dann zu Jambor “Nimm uns als deine Frauen. Wir werden dir alle deine Wünsche erfüllen.”

“Alle” sagte auch Moesha. “Du wirst leben wie ein Gott auf Erden, dein Glück ist unsere Aufgabe und unser Ziel.” Da ging Moesha auf Jambor zu und griff ihm zwischen seine Beine “Die Männer haben mich manchmal genommen, Nayab wollten sie ja teuer verkaufen, aber ich kann dir alles Glück bereiten, wenn du mich lässt. Und Nayab werde ich anleiten, es dir ebenfalls zu bereiten.”

“Was wollt ihr?”

Nayab sagte “Herr, Du hast uns als Sklavinnen gekauft. Hätte jemand anderes uns gekauft, wären wir wohl in einem Haus gelandet, in dem die Frauen Seeleuten gefällig sein müssen. Nun hast du deinen eigenen Harem, mit zwei Sklavinnen, die deine sexuellen Gelüste erfüllen. Wann immer du es wünschst.” Moesha nickt “So ist es, Herr.”

Jambor wusste nicht, was er dazu sagen sollte. Doch er musste zurück zum Schiff. “Kommt mit, wir reisen ab.”

“Wohin Herr?”

“Aufs Schiff, zurück nach Indien.”

Die beiden erkannten das Schiff und sahen Jambor an. Er zuckte mit den Schultern und sagte “Ich wusste doch nicht, was ihr seid, und was hätte ich machen sollen?”

Dann sagte er “Ihr habt die Kabine, die ihr vorher hattet.”

“Und ihr, Herr?” wollte Moesha wissen.

“Geht Casibom bonus nasıl alınır runter, oder ich nehme euch eure Kleidung weg.” Nayab lachte. Sie sagte “Mutter, er will sich an unserer Ansicht erfreuen.”

“Aber die anderen würden uns sehen, Tochter, das geht doch nicht.” Nayab nickte, und so gingen beide runter in die Kabine.

Auf dieser Überfahrt würden sie nicht auf dem Boden schlafen müssen, sondern würden das Bett haben. Moesha sah zu Nayab und zog sich aus, dann legte sie sich in das Bett.

Jambor fragte die Leute an Bord, ob sich noch etwas ergeben hätte, und sein Steuermann sagte, dass sie noch eine Ladung bekommen würden. Der Kunde würde in Kürze mit dieser am Kai sein.

Dieser Kunde hatte eine Kiste nach Bombay, nachdem diese Ladung verladen und bezahlt war, stachen sie in See.

Die Überfahrt nach Porbandar war ruhiger als die vorherige Überfahrt nach Muscat. Wie Jambor vermutet hatte, bekam er hier gute Fracht nach Bombay, die sie laden konnten.

Er stand an der Reling, um den Ladegeschäften zuzusehen, und dachte an die vergangenen Nächte. Das, was ihm Moesha geboten hatte, hatte er noch nie gehabt. Diese Frau war, obwohl die doch etwas molliger war (Jambor wusste, dass er ihr das nie sagen durfte) energiegeladen und gelenkig. Gleich als er in die Kabine der beiden Frauen kam, sah er sie in der Koje liegen. Beide wieder ohne Kleidung.

Moesha sah Jambor hineinkommen und stand auf. “Herr, ich stehe euch zur Verfügung. Ich möchte euch die Freuden der Liebe zeigen und auch von euch bekommen.” Sie sah Jambor an und sagte “Die Männer haben mir immer wieder genommen, zum Glück habe ich nicht empfangen. Und schön war das, was sie wollten, ebenfalls nicht.” Dann drehte sich Moesha zu Nayab um und sagte “Kind, steht mal auf, ich möchte mit unseren Herren in das Bett. Du kannst ihm dabei helfen, sich zu entkleiden.” Jambor versuchte es nicht, ihr zu sagen, dass es Koje hieß.

Jambor stand noch in der Kabine, als Nayab bei ihm stand und ihm die Kleider fast vom Leib riss. Sie hockte von Jambor, als sie seine Hose herunter zog und auf seinen Schwanz starrte. “Mutter, seht mal, sein Ling.”

Moesha lag schon im Bett und sah zu den Beiden. “Herr, sehr schön, nicht dieses mickrige Teil, das die Männer hatten.” Dann sah sie ihn an “Ihr seid aber kein Eunuch?” Jambor schüttelte den Kopf. Nayab fragte, nachdem sie wieder aufgestanden war. “Können Eunuchen denn so einen schönen Penis haben?”

“Ja, mein Kind, ich habe von meiner Mutter einen gezeigt bekommen, als ich damals so alt war wie ihr es jetzt seid.”

“Eure Mutter hat euch ihn gezeigt?”

“Ja, in dem Tempel, in den sie mich geführt hatte, um mich auf meinen Ehemann vorzubereiten, gab es Eunuchen. Mutter sagte damals, dass diesen nur das entfernt worden war, das bei einer Frau zum Kind führt. Ihr habt doch diesen Beutel an seinem Penis gesehen. Wenn der mit Inhalt entfernt wird, kann der Mann nicht mehr die Flüssigkeit absondern, die bei einer Frau zum Kinde führt.” Moesha sah erst Nayab und dann Jambor an. “Sie hatte mir damals gezeigt, was eine Frau bei einem Mann machen müsse. Ich konnte es noch nicht ausprobieren, da sie mich dem Engländer intakt versprochen hatte.”

Jambor war in der Zwischenzeit in die Koje geklettert. Moesha hatte ihre Beine so gelegt, dass er sich auf sie legen und seinen “Schwert der Freude” (wie sie es zu diesem Zeitpunkt sagte ‘Schiebt euer Schwert der Freude in mich und lass mich diese Freude spüren’) in sie schieben konnte.

Nayab schaute interessiert zu und hockte sich auch neben die Koje, um besser zusehen zu können, was die beiden da machten.

Moesha forderte dann Jambor auf, sie ‘zu nehmen’. “Nehmt mich wie eine Hure, ich möchte spüren, dass ich lebe und lasst euch nicht dabei ertappen, nicht in mich zu spritzen. Ich hoffe doch, dass ihr das in einer großen Menge macht.”

Moesha forderte Jambor. Dieser hatte schon so manche Hure gehabt. Doch was Moesha da von ihm forderte, hatte aber noch keine zugelassen. Wenn er es etwas fester wollte, hatten ihn die Huren nicht nur gebremst, sondern eine hatte ihn aus rausgeworfen. (‘Ich bin nicht nur für euch da. Wer zahlt mir den Ausfall, wenn ihr mich verletzt?’) Doch Moesha wollte mehr. “Zeigt mich, dass ihr ein Mann seid. Zeigt mir, dass ich lebe.”

Und sie lebte. Als Jambor in sie spritze, jubilierte sie. Er spritze immer wieder, so viel, dass es aus Moesha schon herauslief, als Jambor noch in ihr steckte.

Moesha verbat Jambor, sie beide zu verlassen, sie forderte Nayab auf, sich neben sie und Jambor zu legen und sagte dann “Herr, ihr seid genau das, was wir brauchen.”

Jambor wurde dann von der Mannschaft geweckt, als seine Wache begann. Zuerst wollte Moesha ihn zuerst nicht gehen lassen, doch er konnte sich befreien und aus der Kabine gehen.

So war die erste Nacht nachdem sie aus Muscat ausgelaufen waren, die folgenden drei Nächte forderte Moesha Jambor ebenso.

Als Jambor am letzten Morgen vor der Ankunft in Porbandar aus dem Bett stieg, sagte Moesha “Kind, ihr bekommt ihn, wenn wir in Bombay sind. Da werden wir mehr Platz haben. Und er kann dich zur Frau machen.”

Jambor ging aus dem Kabine und fragte sich, wann er den beiden sagen solle, wer er sei. Denn das, was er da mit seiner Mutter trieb, und was sie ihm für ihn und seine Schwester versprach, war doch nicht schicklich. Vielleicht sogar nicht erlaubt.

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“6 inches!?” Steve yelped, throwing his shaking hands up in front of him in a gesture of pleading desperation.

“What?” asked Melissa mildly, cocking her hip to the side as she stood there in front of him in all her nude glory. Having turned the thermostat up to 80, her naked skin was sweating gloriously, and her sweat was mixing with the oil that she had rubbed into herself an hour before. Steve knew this was “just Melissa,” his nerdy, awkward, scientist stepmother, but if he was being honest, she looked like a Greek goddess right now.

“6 inches isn’t even that small,” Melissa continued, grinning down at her panicking stepson. She suddenly bent down towards him, shaking the vial of clear liquid over him. “I mean, I could shrink you down to 6 millimeters…or 6 micrometers, which is one millionth of a meter, or 6 picometers, which is one trillionth of a meter, or ten-to-the-negative-twel–“

“I get it, I get it!” exclaimed Steve quickly, nodding his head as he kept his hands up in the same pleading motion. “B-But Melissa please…please don’t…don’t make me, uh…”

“Smaller, Steve?” Melissa straightened back up and smirked down at him. “I’m sorry, but that was the deal. If you didn’t wanna get even smaller than you are now, you should’ve tried harder to beat me!”

“I–I tried as hard as I could!” retorted Steve indignantly. “But it’s a little hard when the pool table is…is shoulder-height!”

“Wellll, then maybe you didn’t make such a good decision, entering into the deal in the first place, huh?” suggested Melissa mockingly. “Ohhhhh but that’s right…you HAD to take the deal, because you just reeeeeallly wanna have sex with me, right?”

Steve tried to respond, but the words died in his throat as he bowed his head. He knew the point she was trying to make — that he had invited all of this misfortune upon himself, only because he was helplessly lusting after his stepmother. Of course, she had done plenty to encourage this lust, not limited to striding around the house naked and striking sexy poses whenever she got the chance. If he had been able to control his desire for her, then he wouldn’t be in conundrum right now. But now that he was, it was hard to acknowledge that he only had himself to blame.

He looked up at his stepmother, who was staring down at him, an expectant eyebrow raised. Steve blinked and swallowed a lump in his throat, as his cock, which had already been semi-erect for hours, became rock-hard all over again. She was just such a bombshell now…her long, strong legs, her huge, pillowy breasts, her powerful hips…and, of course, her gargantuan ass…she was so, so much bigger than him, so superior to him, that it was difficult to wrap his mind around the reality. And the thing was, the more Steve thought about it, and sank into that reality, the more aroused it made him. He had finally arrived at the realization that Melissa had probably been trying to encourage for days now — that he WANTED to be submissive to her, that he ENJOYED it, and that he wanted it to KEEP GOING…that he wanted her to assert her dominance over him time and time again. There was no possible way for him to avoid admitting it now.

Staring up at her, he nodded meekly.

“Y-yes,” he said quietly, “Yes I…I do.”

“Mmmm, you DO reeeeally wanna have sex with me, don’t you?” Melissa pressed on, clearly getting a kick out of all this. Steve nodded.

“Even if I make you smaller?”

He nodded again.

“ESPECIALLY if I make you smaller,” Melissa laughed, nodding her head in tandem with Steve’s. “Haha I knew it…you just wanna be under my huge, fat ass as I grind it on top of you, making you…uh, what’s it called…uh, oh right! Making you CUM all over my big ass cheeks…yeahhh…that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

As she spoke, Melissa was turning around and shaking her huge, naked ass right in Steve’s direction. Since she was standing on her tiptoes now, her ass was literally shaking directly into his face. Even though the erotic thrill of the image took Steve’s breath away, he instinctively tried to back away from it. It was just so enormous, so huge…he thought that her ass alone probably weighed close to his entire bodyweight by now. But there was nowhere for him to go. Melissa had once again backed him into a wall with her ass, and was now shaking her massive, jiggling cheeks up against his face.

“Well what are you waiting for?” teased Melissa, putting her hands on her knees as she crouched her ass into his face. “Go on, Steve! Put your cock into my ass! Come on, do it! I’ll let you do me in the ass, Steve, if you can reach, haha! Isn’t that all the rage? Having sex in the ass these days? I hear that it’s a big deal when a woman lets you do that. Well Steve, I’m letting you do it to me now! Wait, no…not even that — I’m telling you to do it! I’m BEGGING you to do it, Steve!”

Melissa started moaning out in great exaggeration, as she grinded her huge ass into Steve’s face. His cock was bursa merkez escort so hard now that it was throbbing painfully, but there was no way he could get it anywhere close to Melissa’s ass.

“Mmmmmmmm come ON Steeeeeeve!” Melissa groaned sexily, “Please, PLEEEEEASE fuck me in my ass! Oh my GOD…I NEED it, Steve! You feel how big my ass is?? It neeeeds to be fucked. Please, Steve…PLEEEEASE fuck me in the ass!”

But try as he might, there was nothing Steve could do about his raging desire. His entire body was flushed crimson with desperation, and when Melissa finally stepped off him, giving him a respite, his body crumpled to the floor in an exhausted heap, totally defeated by her ass.

“Hahaha oh my god Steve!” Melissa laughed, turning back around. “That was just a little teasing! A little appetizer! Just LOOK at you — you’re a total wreck already! Yeeeeah, I’m not sure if you’re gonna be able to handle me, especially not when I shrink you down to 6 picometers here in a minute.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and his head shot up, causing Melissa to laugh harder, jiggling all her sexy flesh as she gripped the sides of her hips, bending over slightly in her mirth, and causing her incredible tits to swing underneath her.

“Kidding, kidding!” she laughed, holding up the vial again. “So you’re what, 4’9 right now? How about we start by shrinking you down to a niiiiice even 24 inches, huh?”

Steve blinked in silence, his eyes going back and forth between the vial of clear liquid and his stepmother’s smiling face. He didn’t know whether or not she meant to do it or not but he could see her sexy tongue issuing forth, just barely, between her lips, licking them hungrily. He felt completely trapped; he wasn’t really in a position to refuse her, was he? And, in any case, he knew that Melissa was right — he had no one to blame but himself. He was cornered by his own dirty desires.

Bowing his head slightly, Steve nodded. He heard Melissa exhale softly exhale in laughter above him, creating a little blast of air that ruffled his hair.

“Pssshhahaha come on Steve,” she chuckled, wrapping her huge hand around his chin and diverting his head back up, so that he was looking straight up into her shining face. “Don’t act like you’re being led to the gallows!”

She glanced down pointedly at his groin, where his hard cock was conspicuously pressing into his oversized pajamas. Her smile widened across her face, and she raised her eyes slowly up his body, until she was staring at him straight in the face once more. Her eyes held his dominatingly, and for several seconds, she didn’t say anything at all. Instead, she just kept staring at him, penetrating through to the core of his basest desires. Steve felt like she was stripping him naked with her stare, and he felt smaller than ever.

“Mmmhmm,” she purred knowingly, “You can pretend to be as sad and dejected as you want, Steve…but your little penis can’t lie, haha!”

Melissa abruptly collapsed down on her knees and pressed her big hands into the wall, one on either side of Steve, completely boxing him in. He was desperate to discover that, even on her knees, Melissa was still just about as tall as he was…maybe even an inch or two taller. Still with her arms trapping him against the wall, she bent farther down, bringing her face close to Steve’s crotch. Steve felt a surge of arousal as he felt her lips brush his cock through his pajamas.

“Ohhh yeeeaahhhh,” she whispered, like she was having a conversation with his cock alone, “We’re about to have a LOT of fun together, little guy. Let me take a good look at you while I don’t have to squint to see you, haha!”

Melissa swiftly brought her hands down to Steve’s pajamas and yanked them down, walking on her knees to close the small space left between them in the process. Steve found himself smushed up against the wall once more, except this time, it was Melissa’s big, warm tits that were pressed up on either side of his head. Grinning playfully, Melissa then proceeded to raise herself back up to her full height on her knees, and the effect was that Steve was actually lifted an inch or two off the floor. She was literally pinning him to the wall, suspended in the air, with the force of her huge tits. Now that his legs were dangling, Melissa was able to reach down and whisk off the pajamas crumpled around his ankles. Steve was breathing hard now, as he felt his rock-hard cock pressing into Melissa’s soft belly flesh.

“Mmmm, that feels nice!” she cooed in his ear. “You like that, Steve? You like that I’m holding you up off the floor with my tits? Haha, I know you’re partial to rear ends…hold on, that’s called something, right? Uhhh…oh yeah, an “ass man,” haha! I know you’re an “ass man, Steve, but my tits aren’t too shabby either, are they?”

“N-no…” Steve managed to say. He felt like he was already about to cum, and it didn’t help the situation when Melissa grasped him bursa escort kızlar by the hips and lifted him up even higher off the ground, bringing his bouncing cock right in front of her face.

“Yummmm,” she murmured, bringing it closer to her mouth as she whispered at it, “I’m almost gonna miss it being this big…gotta kiss it goodbye first!”

*Mwah* *Mwah* *Mwah* *Mmmmmwwwwaaaah*

The sound of Melissa loudly kissing Steve’s cock echoed out into the basement, and Steve grasped desperately at her head, trying to stabilize himself as bolts of pleasure coursed through his body with every kiss Melissa planted on his cockhead. He could feel the cum surging in his balls, and the base of his cock began to pulsate and twitch. He was going to cum…he was going to do it…there was nothing that could prevent —

*OLM*

Melissa had suddenly swallowed the entirety of his cock and balls into her mouth, and she had wrapped her powerful lips around the root of his genitals, squeezing and constricting them intensely. In a mad moment, Steve realized that she was actually holding his cum at bay…the constriction from her lips was preventing his orgasm. Steve mewed out desperately into the air, totally abandoning any pretense of self-respect, as he leaned down pitifully against her head. He felt the booming vibrations of Melissa laughing with his cock and balls in her mouth; the vibrations penetrated through every inch of his body, from the tips of his fingers down to the tips of his toes. He felt so incredibly small and tiny — even something as innocent as Melissa laughing overwhelmed him now. In every conceivable way, she was superior to him…dwarfed him.

*Pop*

Melissa finally freed Steve’s cock and balls, but not until she was certain that his orgasm had been denied. She let Steve fall back down onto his own two feet, and he was just able to maintain an unsteady balance as she put her hands back on either side of him, once more trapping him against the wall.

“Uh-uh!” she teased, “You don’t get to cum yet, mister! Not until after I make you smaller. That’ll teach you to take sex with your stepmother for granted!”

Still on her knees, Melissa backed up a bit, giving Steve a little more room, as she once again lifted up the vial of clear liquid and shook it at him playfully. Steve could only blink helplessly as he stared at it. He was certainly scared about getting smaller, but he would have been lying to himself if he tried to say that he wasn’t also excited…perversely thrilled, even, to be shrunken down even tinier.

“Alllllright Steve,” Melissa smiled, “It’s time! Remember what you’re drinking?”

“Uh…n-not…not really,” he replied.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Oh come on Steve, I just told you about it like half an hour ago! A specialized potassium ion compound? Remember?”

“Oh…eh, right…right,” Steve nodded.

“And you remember why it’ll shrink you?” Melissa pressed on. Steve had to take a moment and appreciate the ridiculousness of the situation — his 6’6 stepmother, with her knockout tits, giant ass, and goddess-like body, was kneeling in front of him, about to shrink him down to 2 feet tall, and she was actually quizzing him on the biological properties of what was about to happen. Melissa’s body had certainly changed, but she was still the same old nerdy scientist who couldn’t pass up a teachable moment.

“L-look, Melissa, I…I don’t remember all the details, alright?” Steve replied wearily, “Can’t we just –“

“Oh my god, you’ve forgotten already!” Melissa exclaimed. “Come on Steve, this is cutting-edge research we’re talking about here! The specialized sodium ions in the multivitamin kickstart the apoptotic process, you know, cell death? Ringing any bells? Haha, anyway…this overrides the protective volume regulatory response, causing the shrinking. And potassium, like sodium, is an alkali metal, with a similar first ionization energy, but potassium is more volatile, and will result in faster shrinking. Come on Steve, don’t you remember anything from Biology 101?!”

Steve could only stand there silently, not knowing whether to be indignant or shamed by his stepmother’s admonition. More than anything, though, he was still reeling from the intensity of having his orgasm so pointedly denied. His heart was still hammering away in his chest, and Melissa’s proximity was only fuelling his lust. Somehow, in a bizarre way, having her lecture him on the biological intricacies of what was about to happen made her seem even hotter.

“Can…can we j-just…just get on with it?” asked Steve in a small voice. He understood the implications of what he was saying, and at this point he couldn’t even pretend to hide it any longer. He wanted her to shrink him; he wanted her to make him smaller. The prospect of looking up at her gigantic ass, while he was 2 feet tall, was proving far too enticing to resist any longer.

“Ooooo you really DO want me to do it!” Melissa squealed. “Hahaha oh my GOD that’s sooooo cuuuute! Okay, Steve, okay, I won’t torture you any longer. Here, open up! And don’t move around too much — I want to make sure I pour in exactly the right dose.”

Steve obeyed, opening up his mouth as Melissa took off the stopper and brought it carefully down to his lips. Even though it was hard not to stare at her body, Steve found himself fixated on his stepmother’s expression. She was biting her lip in concentration, completely and carefully attuned to her task. It was like she was working in her lab, her razor-sharp focus taking precedence over everything else. Again, Steve found himself strangely aroused by all of this — even though his mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around the reason he knew, deep down, where it came from: his stepmother’s care and precision were yet another way that she was superior to him. She had the patience, the grit, and the resolve to be the incredible scientist she was, and Steve knew that he didn’t have a chance in hell of matching her in those departments.

‘That’s why she’s there…and you’re here…why she looks like that…and you look like this,’ said a little voice in his head. But fairly quickly, his attention was usurped by what was actually happening. The potassium ion trickled into his mouth; it had a slightly bitter taste, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Steve wondered whether Melissa had spiked it with some kind of flavored compound, to make it go down easier. It tastes almost like grapes…

But just then, almost immediately after swallowing it, the world around him began to grow. The ceiling, the walls, the pool table, Melissa’s big body kneeling in front of him…everything looked like it was suddenly expanding dramatically. The effect was extremely vertiginous for Steve, and he stumbled back into the wall, reaching his arms out to brace himself against the wall. Right about this time, Steve realized that the shirt he had been wearing had almost trapped him up backwards. He glanced down and saw that his shirt pretty much covered his entire body, like a huge gown going almost all the way down to his ankles. Blinking rapidly in surprise, Steve looked back up. Even though he had already known what was going to happen, nothing could have prepared him for looking up at Melissa, towering above him, still on her knees. Her eyes had gone wide with delighted excitement, and she put her hands up over her mouth, gasping out in utter glee. In a matter of seconds, the shrinking was over. Steve hadn’t even felt anything.

“Ooooooo just LOOK at you!!” Melissa cried. “My precious little man! Hahaha oh WOW…look at this, Steve! I’m on my knees, and you only come up to…oh my god, you only come up to the middle of my stomach!”

It was true; Steve was staring straight forward into the middle of Melissa’s toned stomach. Even just watching her breathing showed him how immense her body was compared to his — the amount of sheer mass that was moving before his eyes, every time she took a breath, was enough to make him feel smaller than he could have ever imagined possible.

“And you feel ok, Steve?” Melissa asked quickly, reaching down and feeling his forehead with the back of an enormous finger. “Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“N-no…no, I feel fine…I…I m-mean…aside from being two feet tall?” he quipped, trying to grin. In truth, though, he was too distracted by his tininess to smile much. Even the sound of his voice compared with hers was striking. Hers had a booming richness to it, and vibrated through his entire body, whereas his voice sounded waifish and meager…almost mouse-like.

“Yes, aside from being two feet tall,” chuckled Melissa, rolling her eyes. “Heheh, still a little jokester, aren’t you?”

She suddenly pinched the top of his oversized shirt and yanked it straight up off his head. The task was incredibly easy for her, and a moment later, Steve stood there naked before her. Melissa didn’t waste any more time. She swept him up in her hands, cupping them under his armpits as she lifted him up off his feet and held him firmly up against the wall. Her wide eyes traveled hungrily over his naked body.

“A delicious…scrumptious, 24-inch little jokester,” she breathed at him. “And you’re aaaaall mine, little guy. I get to do whatever I want with you now. Mmmmmm, and this is just the start, Steve…just the start.”

For several long moments, Melissa simply held him there, suspended off the ground. It was like she was so excited and thrilled that she didn’t even know what to do with him first. Several times, she shifted in place, like she was about to get up off her knees, or cradle him to her breast, or set him back down on the floor. Each time, she balked, and it quickly became clear that she simply didn’t want to stop holding him. Her hands felt gigantic as they eagerly massaged into Steve’s shoulders and neck…everything about her was gigantic to him now. Steve didn’t know what he had imagined it would be like to be two feet tall, but whatever his previous thoughts, none of them possibly measured up to the reality of how tiny, how miniscule, how puny he felt in her grasp.

Finally, Melissa got a devious sparkle in her eye.

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Author’s note – Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback, views and ratings on chapter 1. It’s the first time I’ve ever written erotic fiction and I’m so happy that it’s been so well received. Mark and David’s story will go on and can go on for as long as people like it. I’m also open to suggestions for scenarios if anyone has a scene you’d like to see them in. Please let me know in the comments. Thanks again

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That first night with David was mind blowing. In all my years, since I’d lost my virginity at 14, I’d never had such satisfying sex. We’d spent the whole night in his bed, kissing and fucking until we were both finally spent in the early hours of the morning. The sun was coming up by the time we were both too exhausted to carry on and we finally got some sleep.

When I woke the next day, I was alone in David’s bed. I looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was already noon. “FUCK!” I thought to myself, we were supposed to be going to my parent’s house in Kent for Sunday lunch. I launched out of the bed and sprinted to my room completely nude and grabbed my phone. I hastily found my Mum’s phone number and dialled

“Oh, hello Mark” she said, answering after a couple of rings, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine Mum” I panted, trying to stave off the dizziness of a head rush, “I’m just calling to let you know me and David will be a little late. I-“

Before I could finish she cut me off with a little laughter

“I see, hot date run over late, did it?” I could tell from the change in her voice that she was greatly amused by this. She never believed how successful I was with the ladies

“Errr, sort of” I stammered, not really knowing what to say, “We’ll be leaving shortly, see you at about 2. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine honey, just be nice to the poor girl when you send her on her way” I could hear her laughing as she put down the phone. I grumbled under my breath as the tossed the phone onto my bed. I took a minute to compose myself, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. I always hated seeing my mother, she was incredibly critical, absurdly intrusive into my personal life and I’m fairly convinced that she liked David better than me. To keep her off my back I had an agreement with her that one Sunday a month I would go around for dinner with the family and as long as I attended and suffered for a few hours, she would leave me in peace for the rest of the month. David started coming to them mostly because he found it quite funny how my mother could embarrass me so quickly. That and her food was actually really good.

“Right, shower” I said to myself at last. I grabbed a towel from my radiator and walked towards the bathroom. As I walked past the living room, I could see David sat watching the football highlights, already in his Sunday best, sipping at a cup of coffee. I poked my head into the room

“You could have woke me up, dick” I fired at him

“What? And strip you of the joys of explaining to Barbara why we’re going to be late?” he chuckled without even turning around to face me, “No way, that’s comedy gold” He laughed a hearty laugh as I grumbled again and headed to the bathroom. I’m not much of a morning person.

In what felt like record speed I relieved myself, shaved and got straight in the shower. The hot water felt good. I figured I’d bought a few minutes to myself with the speedy preparations so I soaped up my hand and started to stroke my cock. I tried to imagine in my mind’s eye that there was some hot girl touching me, going down on me, but nothing; there was no reaction from my cock. I tried for a good five minutes to get hard and jerk myself off, but no matter what I tried to imagine I could not turn myself on.

As a last ditch attempt, I cast my mind back to the night before and the sight of David giving me a blowjob. There was an instant reaction, I was hard as a rock within seconds. “Strange”, I thought to myself, ataşehir escort but I went with it, applying more soap to my hand and building up quite a bit of speed. Before I knew it I had cum all over the tiles in the shower cubicle. Feeling better about myself I washed the thick cum away with the shower head, then finished washing myself down.

After drying myself off, I walked back to my room and got dressed. My mother always insisted on Sunday best, being the deeply religious woman that she is, so I had no choice but to go for a full suit. I picked out a nice tailored blue suit that I’d bought for myself as a treat, matched it with a blue tie, grey silk shirt and shined black shoes. Looking in my full length mirror, even I had to admit I looked good. There’s nothing quite like a tailored suit to bring out the best in a man’s figure.

I put on my watch and checked the time, it was 12:33. I was making good time. It would take about an hour to get to my parent’s house from the flat, so even with the traditional delays that London is known for I was still running pretty early.

I walked back out to the living room

“Come on then, David” I said, picking up my keys, “Time to go”

With a grunt, he stood up and I saw him differently. I’d seen him wear that suit before, it was a black suit he bought on Savile Row, which he always paired with a black shirt and a pale tie. It was the only formal wear he owned, his combination christening, wedding and funeral suit. His “cradle to the grave” outfit as he called it. But looking at him this time, I felt my heart race, he looked so fucking sexy. The feelings were confusing and definitely not what I needed at this time. Before last night I’d never looked at David as anything more than my best mate, but now I was looking at him as the perfect specimen of the male species, a sexual beast that needed to be tamed.

I felt my cock start to twitch and I pushed the thoughts back in my head. I didn’t need this today, I just needed to get through dinner with my family. We took the lift down from the flat to the parking garage. We didn’t say a word to each other. It’s not that it was awkward, but there just wasn’t anything to be said. The lift reached the garage and we headed to my black sports car. Within minutes we were out in London traffic and on the way to my parent’s house.

As I expected, the journey took us about an hour, given London traffic and the fact that my parents live out in the countryside. As we pulled up the long drive to their large country home, I checked the clock in the car and it said 13:55. Bang on time, well, for the late time, anyway.

We walked into the house and I announced that we’d arrived

“Mum? Dad? Kelly? We’re here” I called out

“Just in time, honey” my mother called back, “I’m just about to serve up, go join your father and sister in the dining room”.

We walked into the spacious dining room. My dad and sister were already sat, pouring glasses of wine for everyone

“Hi Mark” my sister beamed. Then scowling she just said “David”. They’d had a one night stand years ago and Kelly, bless her heart, was always a bit cold with David until she’d had a glass of wine.

We walked in, I gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek and a hug and David went and shook my dad’s hand

“Oh, strong grip you’ve got there, lad,” Dad said to him

“Same grip as last time, Frank” David chuckled. He purposefully avoided talking to Kelly until she’d had her first glass of wine and she mellowed a bit.

Mum walked in carrying the roast for dinner and placed it on the table

“Mark, dearest, come give your Mum a hug” she said, opening her arms to me. I, of course, obliged.

“And you too, David” she said. David went and hugged her and, like every other time she saw him, she gave him a pinch on the bum, to which he made his usual exaggerated jump out of the way

“Now Barbara,” he joked, “stop it, Frank’ll get jealous of us”. They both laughed. Every. Fucking. Time.

I sat in my chair, avcılar escort next to Mum, with David sat opposite me next to Kelly and Dad at the head of the table. As Dad carved the meat, the rest of us passed around bowls of vegetables. The conversation flowed, as it did every single time: How is work? How are David’s parents? Did you hear about your cousin’s latest trauma? Your Dad won/lost at darts. Kelly got a new boyfriend or got dumped again. Every month it was the same and it was mind numbing.

But then the conversation went in a way that I wasn’t expecting,

“So, David,” Mum started, “tell me about this girl that made you and Mark so late”

I sat bolt upright. I wasn’t prepared for this. Both David and Mum chuckled at my outward awkwardness

“Did he not tell you?” David smiled at her, “well, let me think. I didn’t see much of her, but she was tall, brown hair, you could tell she was athletic”

I began to sweat. I wanted to scream out in panic and tell him to shut up, but I couldn’t say anything

“Did you get her name?” Mum asked. David just smiled at me

“Dav-” he started

“-INA!” I finished, “Davina! Her name was Davina”

Dad and Kelly were staring at me like I was a crazy person. Mum and David were in fits of laughter

“Oh Mark” Mum chortled, “I love you, son, but you’re so easy to wind up”

“He’s very easy to wind up” smirked David as, without warning, he slid his foot, which he’d somehow managed to get out of his shoe, up the back of my right calf. I could feel myself blushing at this point. David kept stroking the back of my calf with his foot as dinner went on, I could feel my cock hardening. “This isn’t fair” I thought, “Why is he teasing me like this? We haven’t even talked about last night”

By the time dinner was finished, Kelly had loosened up and was talking about her latest romantic failure. I had no idea what she said because I had stopped listening by this point. I was more concerned with the feeling of David’s toes resting between my legs and trying my hardest not to get hard and give him the satisfaction of knowing he had turned me on in the presence of my parents. I, of course, had failed and David was looking very smug as he knew fine well that I was hard as a rock.

When Mum started to clear away the dishes, I excused myself and made a speedy retreat to the bathroom. I took my jacket off and removed my tie, trying to cool down. Leaning against the sink I took some more deep, calming breaths and I could feel my erection subsiding slightly. Without warning, the door opened (my parents didn’t like locks on doors, even the bathroom) and David strode in full of amusement.

I turned around, ready to scold him but before I could let a word out of my mouth I pushed up to me and kissed me passionately. I was completely taken aback, I didn’t know what to do. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants as he pressed up against me. Every time I tried to break the kiss he would keep it going. He was much stronger than me and within seconds he had me pressed up against the door. Finally he released my lips from his and stared into my eyes

“God, you’re fucking sexy when you’re terrified” He moaned out to me. I felt his hands scrabbling at the zip in my pants

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said as loudly as I dared

He looked up to me with a glint in his eye, “This”

He pulled my zip down and undid the button on my trousers. My cock was straining against my boxer shorts. He teasingly kissed at the bulge in the shorts before whipping my cock out and taking it in his mouth.

“David!” I yelled in whisper, “there’s no lock on the door, what if someone comes in?”

“I know” he said, taking my cock out of his mouth, “makes it all the more dangerous, don’t you think?”

Before I could answer his mouth was around my dick again. He sucked with a strength I’d never imagined. His lips were sealed halfway down my shaft and he was sucking with a force I’d never had on my cock before. He moved alanya escort further down and his lips met the root of my member. He gagged slightly as he did his best to deepthroat me. It felt amazing. At the same time he started massaging my balls with his fingers, still holding his head as far down my cock as possible.

When he finally had to let it out of his mouth to breathe properly, I was slathered in his saliva. He grasped it with his right hand and started to jerk me off rapidly. It felt so good, all I could do is moan with pleasure. He leaned forward again, lifted my dick up and took one of my testicles in his mouth. He pumped at my cock while I felt his tongue rolling each ball, one at a time, around in his mouth. I loved it.

“Oh god, when did you learn how to do this?” I gasped

“I watch a lot more porn than you, ” he rasped in between sucks.

I couldn’t have this, I wouldn’t let him have the better of me. Before he could put my cock back in his mouth, with all of my strength I pushed him onto his back. He looked up at me with confusion in his eyes

“Mark?”

“Shut the fuck up David”, I said with desire in my voice, “if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right!”

And with this, I dove on top of him, kissing him passionately as I slid my hand down to grasp his considerable bulge on the outside of his trousers. I undid his fly, reached in and pulled his enormous length out. It was already slick with precum, he was more turned on that he had let on.

Lying on my parents bathroom floor, I wrapped my lips around him and tried to suck as hard he had sucked me. I don’t think I was as good, but he wouldn’t have said. He was too busy enjoying what I was doing to him.

I tried to deepthroat him too and I managed to get further down his dick than I had the previous night, but still not as far as I could have gotten. He held his hands on the back of my head and helped direct the speed of my sucks. He kept me moving slowly and taking as much of his length as I could. In the heat of the moment I slid a couple of fingers into his ass and fingered him as I sucked hungrily at his impressive cock.

When I came up for breath, I grasped him and carried on jerking him off

“Wanna get really dirty?” He said

“What have you got in mind?” I panted back to him

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my up his body, kissing me hard once again. “Turn around” he said, “we can’t fuck, but we can 69”

My eyes were wide open, I loved the idea. I turned around, on top of him so my head was down at his cock and mine was at his head. I lowered my hips and felt his lips kissing at my helmet. He opened his mouth and let me slide my shaft in. He started sucking me and I leaned over and started to reciprocate.

It felt unreal, to be given pleasure and to give it at the same time. We both picked up speed as he bucked his hips up forcing his cock into my mouth, I began to gyrate, facefucking him. He slid a finger into my ass, which felt amazing and I did the same once again to him.

I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth and I could feel myself about to peak. I quickly lifted my head off

“Don’t swallow” I said. I got a grunt in the affirmative

I resumed my sucking and jerking of him, feeling the heat build up in my own cock just as his twitched in my mouth and he unleashed a torrent of cum. Being more prepared than I was last night I managed to not waste a drop as I grunted and filled his mouth in return. After a few seconds, I climbed off him, pulled his face to mine and with a mouthful of his cum, kissed him passionately. Thankfully he’d listened to my request and he had a mouthful of cum for me. We kissed for what felt like forever, swapping our combined cum between each other until I heard my mum call us down for dessert.

We swallowed the mixed up cum together and kissed once again. As we were getting dressed, Mum called up again

“Are you boys okay? Is something wrong?”

“No Mum,” I yelled back, “I was just showing David some of Dad’s guitars”

“Okay sweetie, well dessert is out. I can’t remember, does David like cream?”

We looked at each other as I replied with a loud “Yes” and then burst into laughter.

We kissed passionately one more time and walked out the bathroom to rejoin the family as if nothing had happened.

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Gavin

Tonight I was going to meet Jason’s best friend, Anna. I’ve known him since I was five. He was one of my brother’s closest friends, so he was at our place a lot when I was growing up. When I was eighteen I started having ‘thoughts’ about him, which eventually evolved into day dreams and then full-out wet dreams.

His 6’1”, lightly tanned, lithe body had invaded my brain. He was shorter than me, and had less muscle. He had a swimmer’s body which was made more lean and sculpted by the time he spent on his hunting trips. He was coloured like me, but his skin looked like he had the lightest perpetual tan, and his mahogany hair was always long enough to tie back. And his face? Heaven. He kind of looked like an American Indian mixed with the Marlboro Man, but with full, sinfully pouted lips, and piercing olive green eyes.

I didn’t date any of the girls in high school and generally hung out with my older brother and his friends. I watched Jason through my last year of high school… looking for a small sign that he might be gay, or bi. A sign that he might be interested in me, in any case. Apart from his beautiful smiles and his deep penetrating looks I got nothing. And the fact that that was just the way he acted around everyone else didn’t help.

I left Cape Town with a group of ‘private school’ kids whose parents decided to ship them off to Louisiana. Apparently our parents believed that if we would be in the middle of nowhere in a ‘campus town’ with a long ride to the nearest big city a half day’s drive away we would be safe from the world’s evil influences. And I was. Safe that is. For a year all I did was study and chill in my back yard after school. I didn’t do much socializing, even with the other South African kids who were notorious trouble makers on campus.

I was safe that year. When I returned to campus for my second year, my comfortable lifestyle went to crap. About a week after I arrived, I went to check out the new nightclub that had opened during the summer. That’s where I saw him. Jason. Kissing another man. Another very bloody handsome man. Obviously I immediately left, and wallowed in self-pity for the next few week.

It was a Saturday when I picked up my phone, drunk as a skunk and seething with anger because I’d just about forgotten him, only to have him unceremoniously re-introduced into my life in the arms of any guy’s wet dream. Yes, life was a bitch and Johnny Walker was going to be my saviour. It was him! And he wanted to ‘meet up’…

It’s weird between us. We’ve sort of been seeing each other for six months now. He says we’re fuck buddies, so I don’t fight it. He comes over, we get each other off with our hands or mouths, and then he leaves. We only kiss when it’s sexual. He never kisses me when we’re done so I’ve never tried. It’s as if God is playing another joke on me. I get my dream man but with restrictions. I can touch and pleasure him, be pleasured by him… but I can’t get what I want. I can’t make love to him. Friends with benefits is a crappy idea.

We tried once. Sex, I mean. It was like fumbling with calculus for me… nothing worked. So we skipped that and stayed with what we’d been doing earlier. I wanted to try with me as the bottom. A recent incident ( I would call it an attack if I wasn’t so willing) with my classmate Di, left me positive that I would like it. Jason freaked out and refused. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t ask me to.” And that was it. I was happy with whatever part of Jason I could get.

Tonight is a big step for me. He wants to introduce me to his friends. Anna was having a braii at her place and most of his friends would be there. He told me most of them were gay, and none of the guys from back home would be there, so I could be comfortable around them. When we pulled up to a huge house with a sprawling garden I tensed up a bit. I was from a well-off family, but life had taught me that most kids from that type of family were self-absorbed prats.

I calmed down a little when three young Great Danes came running up to us, as we got out of Jason’s 4×4. I liked dogs, and these were definitely being brought up a family dogs, not guards. Jason led me off a side of the house towards the back yard and I saw windows going up two stories, covering a miniature inner courtyard and living room. Hmm… this place reminded me of a house I’d been to in SA. He left me by the pool and walked over to a cooler to get two beers as I took in my surroundings.

As I turned to the house I saw a tall red-head with a huge floppy summer hat and ludicrously high heels step out of the glass doors. And were those pants leather? In this heat? She walked up to me, stopped and put her hands on her hips. A smile crossed my face. She reminded me of my mum when she was about to tell us off.

She lifted her black hat off her face and pulled off her sunglasses, ” You. What are you doing here?”

“Di?” Oh Jesus. This was going to be one hell of a party. I took in a avşa escort deep breath, ” I was invited. What are you doing here?”

“I live here…”

If I wasn’t nervous and embarrassed enough as it was, Jason walked up to us, slid his arm around my waist, handing me a beer. He flashed his sexy grin at Di, oblivious to the shocked look on her face and said, ” Sweetie, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Gavin. Gav, this is my best-friend and favourite cousin, Anna.”

I thought I was going to throw up. Not only had he unknowingly thrown me out of the closet head first, he called me his boyfriend for the first time. Oh, and the fact that my Di ( the girl I was intending to sleep with so I would know how to do it when I tried with Jason again, eventually), was his best friend, whom I know he talked about me with. Yes, my book of secrets had just been spewn in ‘Anna’s’ face. Her face went from shock to botox calm. Grabbing Jason’s arm she directed him to the kitchen with a smile and a few words to fetch the rest of the party who had arrived. As he walked off she gave me a ‘stay’ look and we both waved at him as he happily trod over the lawn away from us.

” You. Come.” she said, pointing her finger accusingly before whipping her hat off and heading for a wooden bench in a corner of the garden which was secluded from the pool and braii patio. ” Sit and be quiet.” she instructed. My numb brain just followed orders. She’s going to tell everyone I know. I just feel it.

After walking to and fro for a whole minute, me looking at her like a student waiting for my punishment from the headmaster, ” Gavin Naidoo, I can’t believe you, you little shit!” Did she just call me a … ” Don’t you dare talk until I’m done! What the fuck were you thinking? Cheating on Jay? With a woman? Are you Out. Of. Your. Mind! He’s the most loving person I know, and you! You intend on breaking his heart? I’m going to kick your ass, then I’m gonna have my brothers kick it again!”

Huh? This isn’t the Di I know. And wait… she said break his heart… Could that mean?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Jason loves me.

Me! I had a ridiculous grin plastered all over my face, my mind having forgotten the earlier stress and embarrassment. Jason. Loves. Me! Di was looking down at me expecting an answer and frowned.

” A smile? Are you kidding me? You have no right to be happy with yourself!” she screamed.

Jason came around the bougainvillea bush and looked at Di. ” Would you mind telling me why you’re screaming your head off at my boyfriend?” Di turned to look at him and froze, unable to answer him. “We could hear you all the way in the bloody kitchen. Anne?” She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me. I was still smiling like a fool and Jason looked at me as if I’d just fallen out of a tree. “Babe, are you okay?”

“You love me.” I blurted it out before I could stop myself. Once I had said it I smiled even more. It sounded good.

” Huh?” He moved closer to me and kneeled in front of me, he reached out and touched my cheek, looking into my eyes with a look of concern on his face. ” What did you say babe? I didn’t hear.”

I couldn’t help myself. I hopped off the bench and threw myself into his arms, throwing him to the ground under me. I sought out his lips with mine. Licking and sucking his pouty lips before he realized what I was doing. He wrapped his arms around me and opened his mouth, flicking out his tongue. Tasting my mouth as my tongue danced around in his, trying to caress each corner, trying to drink out his essence. His love.

He pulled away and smiled up at me with a questioning look in his eyes.

Oh, yes. I’ve been acting like an idiot. I giggled and planted a soft kiss on his lips before saying, ” I love you too.” The look of shock on his face made me wonder if I should have told him.

” H… How did you know?” Di coughed and shrugged from her perch on the bench. ” Oops?”

” You love me? I … uh… How long?” I pulled my weight onto my elbows to keep from crushing him. I felt my face heat up. “Umm… I’ll tell you later. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Jay, why don’t you take Gav to yours for a while. We don’t want the rest of the boys getting excited before dinner. Then when you’re done you can both come and explain yourselves, okay?” she was sipping on my beer and looking at us with a soft, maternal smile and a frown.

Jason

I pushed Gavin into my room and kicked the door shut with a loud slam. I pushed my shirt off my shoulders and pulled him to me. My body was hungry for him. My hands swam over his taught muscles as I kissed him. Slower this time, less rushed than a while before. I wanted to know what it was like to kiss him slow. Savour his lips, smell him, feel my tongue glide over his. My hands moved on their own, my mind concentrated on exploring his beautiful mouth.

I leaned into him and pushed him down onto the sofa. As I pulled off his vest I looked into ayvalık escort his eyes and saw his desire. This look was different from the ones I knew. Before, lust filled his eyes, now he looked vulnerable, even a little scared. I undressed him slowly, as he sat and watched me. He didn’t know what to expect. I pulled off the remainder of my clothes less carefully and pulled him up.

I steered him towards my bed and grabbing hold of his hips, I showed him that I wanted him to lie down. I moved onto him, my cock rubbing against his and leaned into him, slipping an arm under his back. I looked into his chocolate eyes and whispered, ” I want you to make love to me.” I felt free. Open, no longer scared he would leave me or block me out if I told him how I felt and what I wanted.

He pulled me down to him and licked and sucked my lips. I felt his tongue caressing my lips and pushing past. I opened my mouth and let him pull me into a sensuous, slow kiss and breathed in deeply. I felt my body melt into his and became more aware of our rock hard cocks gliding between our bodies, slick with our precum. I rubbed my hips in a circular motion, stroking his thighs with my hands, I wanted to feel more. I felt his moan before I heard it. His chest vibrating under mine, and a low deep rumbling invaded my senses as he moved his hands to my ass, pushing my groin harder into his.

Oh god, it felt good. His strong hands forcefully massaging my ass, pulling my cheeks apart before pushing them together. I broke the kiss as I felt him move his legs up to straddle my grinding hips. The heat and moisture that had formed between our bodies heightened my senses further. I could feel his smooth long cock on my belly, and as his legs shifted to hold me in between his rotating thighs like a vice, I could feel his smooth balls rub against mine.

His eyes were closed and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His head thrown back and hips lips wet with the saliva from licking his lips. I lifted my upper body on to my arms so I could see our cocks moving. He was holding on to me so forcefully I couldn’t see much, so I leaned in and licked his nipple. Flick, bite, suck, lick. He was moaning. Deep sexy groans I could feel through my lips. A slow burning began to grow in my groin and I could feel I was going to cum if we kept it up. I licked and kissed my way up to his collar bone, which I laved in saliva, leaving wet skin behind. He pulled harder and arched his back pushing his ass up, a finger touched my pucker and swirled around. It sent an electric shock through my body, my back arching of its own accord.

“Uh… Oh… god… Mmm… Gav, we need… to… stop.” I panted. His palms left my ass and moved up my body and neck until he cupped my face in his hands, ” What’s wrong?” Confusion and hurt emanated through his eyes.

Gavin

It was wonderful. His slow, drugging kisses, his caresses, his weight on my body. His thick cock wetting mine with his precum. The way he kissed me almost without pause. It was as if it was our first time together… discovering each others’ bodies and mouths. His round, strong bum in my hands. It was a sensory overload, but I revelled in it. In him.

“Uh… Oh… god… Mmm… Gav, we need… to… stop.” I froze. When I looked into his eyes I knew that he didn’t really want to. I let my hands glide up his smooth, permanently tanned body and held his face in them.

” What’s wrong?” Please God, don’t let him really want to stop. Maybe the kissing and confession of love was too much for him? Don’t let me have screwed up…

He leaned into me and rubbed my neck with his cheek, his stubble was ticklish and I wriggled my hips a bit. He licked and bit my earlobe. That’s a good sign right? ” When we started, I told you I wanted you to make love to me…” His voice was rough and his breath as he spoke, sent shivers down my spine. I pulled him into my arms and pushed us over to lay on our sides as I plunged into his moist mouth.

I have never been this turned on in my life. Ever! He is attacking my mouth with his tongue, assaulting my tongue with his lips. His hands are roaming over my body. I’m saturated with his smell, touch, moans, skin. I want to be inside him. I make a move to shift down lower his body. He grabs my shoulders and shoves me onto my back.

He’s taking control back. I like when he’s in control. His lithe body covers mine, he straddles my hips with his strong, long hips. Taking hold of my arms forcefully, he lifts them above my head. His green eyes pierce me with an unbelievably sinful dose of raw lust. Oh God. I can’t stop moaning… I’m going to come soon. He lowers his face and forcefully kisses me. Yes, my man is conducting my body, and I’m letting him play me like a violin because now I know there won’t be any boundaries. The walls that surrounded our sex lives had just crashed down. Yes.

I was squirming and moaning under him like a slut as he nuzzled my neck bafra escort and mouthed the weak spot behind my ear. “Ungh… yes…” I was so deep in the throes of passion that I only realized that Jason’s ass was hovering over my dick, his pucker twitching on my head, when he tried to push down.

” No. Stop.” I pushed his shoulders to lift him off me. He wouldn’t let me and looked up into my face. ” Please don’t ask me to stop. Not now.” He looked angry and desperate, but his voice was pleading. I understood how he had taken my words. I lifted my head and kissed his rough cheek. ” No, I meant that I want to do this differently. Trust me okay?” I kissed his plump lips and he moaned “uh-hmm”.

I pulled him into me and flipped us over on the bed so that I was on top. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the confused and concerned look on his face. ” Don’t worry,” I said, leaning down to do what I had dreamt of so many times. I explored his body with my tongue and lips. I sucked, kissed, scrapped with my teeth and nails. His smooth chest, his hard nipples, – he moaned here loudly – his belly button – I tongue fucked it, imagining it was my cock in his channel-, the ridges that defined his pecs – when I was done, wet and shiny with my saliva. I rubbed my face in his trimmed pubic hair, taking in his manly scent, licked my tongue near the base of his throbbing 7 inch cock, just so that I could see the wetness of my spit on it. Mmm…

I moved in between his thighs and paid attention to his heavy balls. I licked and ran my lips over the smooth, velvety skin that covered his orbs. I was loving his smell. Even though he’d showered before we came over, I could smell his manliness under the spicy scent of the soap. I groaned, pulling one orb into my mouth, gently swirling it around before I moved to the next one. I felt his hands on my hair, trying to pull my mouth back up to his hard shaft.

I lifted my head and smiled at the perfect view. My man’s smooth body covered in sweat, his chest heaving, him up on one elbow staring at me with a perplexed and annoyed expression. Oh God, it is possible that a guy can look cute and sexy all at once? ” Our first time is gonna last longer than five minutes, so lie back, don’t complain and enjoy okay?” Before he could answer I leaned down and licked him. From the tip of his cock, down the underside, to his balls, moving them apart with my tongue… lower, lower, lower. Lifting his hips, cupping his ass in my hands and pulling him up, curving his back, until I got to his beckoning pucker, and then on. Mmm, licking is nice. I should do it more often.

He was moaning, telling me that he was going to cum, the second I touched his hole. Mmm, soft skin, I like his smell. I moved in and spread his cheeks to better reveal the object of many a fantasy of mine and tentatively licked. Long and slow. I could feel his pucker twitch as I dragged my tongue over it. ” Ah, fuck… baby, uh, I’ hmmm gonna cum.

No, you aren’t. “Oomph! Oh my God! What the fuck was that?” He’d lifted himself up on his arms and was looking at me with a shocked expression. I couldn’t help but laugh. Again. I seriously need to stop laughing during sex. I moved up over him, and smiling down, ” I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t come yet. Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything permanent.” And laughed again at how wide his green eyes were open. Leaning down to kiss him I grabbed a pillow, let go of his sinful mouth, winked and moved down his alluring body once more.

I went back to the job at hand and played with his ass. I played with my tongue, with my fingers, my lips… It was ridiculous. I’d imagined myself down here but I never thought I’d be mesmerized by an actual ass. And again I giggled. Thank goodness Jason was a moaner, otherwise I would have to explain my laugh and die of embarrassment. I was doing to him what Di had done to me with her mouth and hands. I was exploring him the way I had explored myself until I could get a small part of the almost painful arousal I had felt, back.

I was so lost in my experimentation and the feelings of his body reacting to my touch that I didn’t hear him until he sat up and pushed me away roughly. ” Damn you Gavin! Stop making me wait. You’re killing me…” he handed me a tube of lube and tried to roll himself over onto his stomach. I grabbed his hips forcefully and pulled his thighs up, hooking my arms behind his knees, and putting my full weight on top of my man’s body.

His initial look of surprise evolved into one of mischief and I could see more sparkly grey in his green eyes. He humped his ass against me and rubbed my cock. “Ooooh, Fuck!” I had been so lost in him that I had almost forgotten my cock, which was now pulsing. “Oh God…” I’ve never been this hard. He pulled my lips to his and devoured my mouth, biting down on my lips almost painfully, and then sucking my tongue into his mouth, making me fuck his mouth with it.

I pulled the cap off the tube and squeezed some onto my fingers. It was warm. Ask about that later. And moved them down to his quivering hole. I covered his hole and balls with it, massaging it around before I got more to coat my hard cock. I pushed Jay back into the pillows and shifted my hips lower, bringing my cock closer to his pucker.

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The dynamics of the household subtly changed over the next few days, I noticed that Aunt Karen and Lucy were starting to take more notice of my sister. She wouldn’t give them direct orders but they tended to drift into a pattern of doing as she asked, when she asked.

She had become my Aunts voice when she was not around, she would not give outright commands, she would do it far more subtle than that. Things like gently asking me to wash her dirty socks and underwear at the same time as my Aunt suggested that I now wash her underthing’s. I was in perverts heaven on Wednesday mornings, I would spend a couple of hours every Wednesday morning in the laundry room.

I was now washing by hand, my Aunts stockings, panties and every other piece of sexy underwear imaginable. My sisters panties in particular held me in a trance as I inhaled her scent from the gussets, they were all so small, so delicate and so fucking sexy. I had carte blanche to do with my Aunts permission, what I had previously been punished for.

The previous evening, my sister had appeared in my room at about 11pm, just as I was getting changed for bed. She gave my door a slight tap but walked straight in not waiting to be invited, I was midway on pulling my PJ bottoms up and she got a birds-eye view of my ass.

“Nice.” She laughed.

I of course being the shy idiot that I am, almost tripped in my haste to get my stuff covered.

“Why so bashful big bro, get used to it. Auntie just told me that you are to join us next Friday and I cannot wait.”

“Join you?”

“In the playroom, apparently she has Lord and Lady Palmerstone-Smythe as her guests in the playroom Friday, and we are to be present.”

“Us?”

“Yes, us.” She said grinning like mad.

“My god Bernie, you should watch her work she is amazing. Tonight, she had the most gorgeous woman I think I have ever seen, she had her screaming and crying with orgasm after orgasm. I have never seen anyone come so hard as she did tonight, she needed over an hour of what Auntie calls, aftercare. Fuck, feel me, I am fucking soaked!”

I watched in absolute awe and disbelief as she brazenly dipped her hand into the waistband of her leggings, groaning loudly as she obviously fingered herself. She brought her hand back out and it was covered in her sticky juices.

“God, I am so horny right now. Taste me.”

I could smell her desire and she had that look again, the wild eyes, the flared nostrils. She offered me her outstretched fingers and they glistened with her essence. My bedroom felt like it was getting smaller and smaller as she closed the space between us, getting closer with each step until her soaked hand was directly in front of my face.

“I said taste me, lick!”

The smell was overwhelming, musky, hot and it even had a sweet pungency to it. I had smelt my sisters panties before but this, this was real, this was fresh. She pushed at my lips and I let her fingers invade, my first taste of a woman and it was from her, my sister.

I found myself thinking that this was how it should be, if it was to be with anyone then it should be with her. Her eyes were wide with that wild manic look as she pushed her fingers deeper, she had three in my mouth probing until I felt myself gag.

“Lick me clean, suck them.” She hissed with an undeniable excitement in her cracked voice

Her other hand delved into her waistband and before I knew it, she was wiping and covering my face in her juices. Her wet hand went into my hair and then to my cheek, she pulled me into a passionate kiss and sucked her own juices from my tongue. Her tongue swiped over my cheeks, nose and lips, wherever she found a taste of herself, she cleaned it from me and I loved her doing it. Her hand came to rest on my shoulder, then one gripped my hair at the fringe and I felt her push down.

“On your knees.” She hissed again.

Although I had over 50lbs on her as well as being well over a foot taller, I felt at that moment like she towered over me and I did as she commanded without question. Dropping to my knees at her feet, her aroma filled my lungs and inhaling deeply until I became quite heady.

The next thing I knew, she had shimmied her leggings and panties off throwing them aside and had pushed herself into my face. Her wetness was like nothing I had ever smelt or tasted before, this was my first real taste of a woman and I loved it. Tangy sweet aromas filled my nostrils as she ground her pelvis into me, her hand wrapped around to the back of my head and she grabbed a handful of my hair pulling me in harder.

Her pussy was my first pussy and it was wonderful, just as I had imagined in so many of my dreams. Smooth, hairless and soft, her lips were so velvety like soft chewy jelly sweets. I didn’t get the time I wanted to savour them though because she was grinding herself hard into my face, her feet straddled my knees opening herself wider to me and she pushed in. Her hips were jerking and I sucked for all I was worth trying to get as bursa escortlar much of her juices as I could.

Her hand wound itself into my hair, she was wrapping me tightly around her fingers and I could feel follicle after follicle being ripped from my scalp as she rose higher and higher. Her groans and whimpers were getting more frequent and much louder, she mashed herself into my face until I literally fell backwards because she was pushing so hard. She followed me down straddling my face and shoulders not missing a beat, I was trapped now between the bed and the bedside table with her sitting atop my face.

We were wedged tight but I wouldn’t have moved even if I could, I had wanted this for what seemed like all my life. She had one hand tightly wrapped into the hair at the front of my head holding me in place, the other on the top of the bedside table for support.

I saw her stomach muscles contracting and spasming as she pushed her wet snatch into my nose and mouth hard, so hard that it hurt but my arms were trapped and I could do nothing but buck and moan. I think she thought I was doing it out of pleasure but I was fast becoming terrified that she would suffocate me.

She looked down into my eyes with manic excited eyes like that of a she-devil, eyes that didn’t care, eyes that just wanted to take her pleasure even if it meant my suffocation.

She lifted momentarily allowing me to gasp for breath before seating herself back sealing my mouth, my nose was filling with her juices and the more I tried to expel them, the more they filled back as soon as the airway cleared. I will never forget her expression as she exploded into my face, she bucked her hips back and forth riding my face through the orgasm as it ripped through her body.

Thank god it allowed a small amount of air into my scorching lungs and I took in whatever she allowed. She then started to piss on me, it crashed into my face and mouth and I could do nothing to get free from its target. Her hand kept my head in place as she howled like a banshee, her body was now convulsing and completely out of control as she writhed above me. Sweat was dripping from her chin as she slowly came down, her eyes had calmed and she was back looking something like my sister, just a totally wrecked version of her.

She slowly dragged herself up with the help of the bed and the side table leaving me lying flat out on my back. Her stomach muscles were cramping as her body twitched and shook itself through the aftershocks of an orgasm the likes of which she said after, she had never experienced before.

“Sorry,” she managed to get out between body shivers, looking down at me.

“Sorry, look at the state of you,” she giggled, not sounding very sorry at all to me!

“I got a little carried away, sorry. But fuck! that was awesome.” She sighed, as her body still shook in small after tremors.

My face hurt like fuck, my nose felt like it was broken and my mouth was numb, but I felt pride in her words, awesome, she had called me awesome.

“Fuck Bernie, you made me squirt. I fucking squirted on you bro! look at the state of you?”

“Squirt?” I questioned.

“Yes, fuck you are a natural at that. I have never cum like that, I mean, NEVER!”

Her face was as red as mine felt and mine felt like it was on fire, her cheeks and neck were blushed pink and soaked in sweat.

She helped me up and I sat in a heap rubbing my sore face, I felt dazed and helpless but had immense pride. My first time at eating a girl out and it was the girl I had always loved, my sister, and what’s more, she was pleased with my efforts.

I looked down at my ripped shirt, I had been in the process of taking it off when she accosted me and now two of the buttons were gone. It was also dripping in her juices, I mean absolutely drenched. I glanced over at the mirror and saw a complete wreck of a man looking back. My shirt was torn and hanging off of my shoulders, my nose was covered in snotty gunk and everywhere under my eyeline was scarlet. My chest hair what little I had of it, was a sticky mess, matted and clinging to the ripped shirt. My sister appeared in the reflection beside me and quite honestly, looked no better than I did, she smirked then burst into laughter. Before long we were both in fits of giggles clinging to each other for support as we fell in a heap to the carpet.

“Ahem!”

It startled us and we both looked up to the opened door, it was Aunt Susan. Her face softened and she had almost a grin on her face as she stared down at the pair of us.

“Like I said before, nice cock.” she said and pointed a finger at my crotch.

“Shit!” I muttered and quickly tucked myself away, my dick had found the opening in the front of my PJs and was sticking upright in the fresh air.

“Get cleaned up the pair of you, it’s getting late. Use the shower in the main bathroom then off to bed with you both.”

She backed out closing the door behind her, it took all of bursa escort ten seconds before the giggles burst forth again.

Our lives had completely changed and only a few short months ago this would’ve been abhorrent to us, but now, now we were doing this with our Aunts backing and full blessing and I loved the new closeness with my sister.

The shower cubicle in the main bathroom was one of those with all the whistles and bells, hot water fell from small holes in the ceiling like being in the heaviest rainstorm you had ever been in. Misty jets of steam hit from all sides creating what seemed like a thick fog, it completely enveloped you like in a raging sea spray isolating you from the world just the other side of the glass partition.

“Place your hands on the wall.” Angie said softly, but with just enough firmness for me not to question her.

She stood close behind me and her thighs touched mine, the heat of her passion radiated into my body as she pushed herself into me. I looked down to see her soap up her hands and wrap her arms around my body roaming over my tight abs covering me in the suds. Every now and again she would brush her little finger against the hard cock jutting from my body making me squirm for more, but none came and her actions had me frustrated beyond belief.

Angie pushed her pelvis into my rear and rubbed her boobs into my back scraping her diamond hard nipples into me making the frustration even worse. She pushed herself into my ass-cheeks like she was humping me while all the time her fucking teasing fingers toyed with my nipples, my belly-button and the base of my shaft. I was gasping at her administrations and willing her to grip me in her fist and pump me until I sprayed my cum onto the glass, but she seemed more than content with the teasing.

“Please Angie, I need to cum too, please.”

“I like it when you beg, do it more.”

Then she slid her hot wet pussy up the back of my thigh, her soapy hand slid between my cheeks.

“Beg.” She whispered, then a soapy finger slid over my asshole,

“Oh fuck!” I groaned as she put a bit more pressure into her touch.

I clenched my ass tight trying to defend the most private part of my body, even I had not touched there before other than cleaning it and it felt amazing.

She raised up on her toes and sucked my earlobe and sticking her tongue inside as her nipples dragged over my wet back.

“Beg.” She whispered.

My breathing was coming in short sharp breaths now, my whole body was shaking under her touches.

“Please.” I whimpered.

Her finger pinched my right nipple hard, she twisted it and her tongue slipped back into my ear making me squirm.

“Ooooooohhh god!” I groaned.

Her other hand slipped down from my asshole to my balls which she rolled between her soapy fingers. Her fingertips were caressing the base of my throbbing cock and I knew that I would blow the second that she touched my shaft properly. I tried bending forward to get her hand lower but she did the opposite of what I wanted, pulling her hand free, she pushed her pelvis into my ass simulating doggy-style fucking.

“Fuck, if only I had one of Aunties strapon’s, I’d ream you senseless.”

Then she humped into me like I was her bitch holding my hips, smashing her pussy into my wet ass.

‘Slap, slap, slap,’

The sound of the water, our skin on skin slapping together and her grunts, was one of the sexiest sounds I had ever heard and I just went with the flow letting her have her way with me.

Angie’s hand suddenly came down hard on my upturned ass stinging and splashing the soap onto the glass walls beside us. I jumped up and tried to get away but that was nigh on impossible in a 4×6 shower cubicle.

“Get back here.” She hissed with a huge grin.

She had that crazy eye thing going on again and I saw one of her hands had drifted between her thighs and was rubbing hard. When I turned properly, she saw my cock proudly standing upright and pointing at her menacingly.

She groaned and with a pained voice, said. “Oh my god, I so, so badly want to fuck you right now big brother, but we can’t, I am under strict orders.”

“Orders?” I asked, puzzled.

“Auntie.” She said,

“She said I can touch and tease you, but under no circumstances am I to fuck you or let you come, not tonight.”

“She said what!”

After all that had happened tonight, I really needed a release. My balls were aching like never before, I think I was suffering from what was my first real case of blueballs.

“Please sis, can you just use your hand on me again?” I pleaded like a real wuss.

Angie smiled, backed away and opened the shower door.

“Do not touch yourself, I’ll be back in two minutes.”

She rushed from the bathroom wrapped in a big fluffy white towel, I sank back leaning against the wet tiled wall hoping she would hurry because I really, really needed relief.

The glass door opened, thank god, she was back.

“What is this I hear?”

I jumped out of my naked skin slipping in the soapy water, it was my Aunt.

“Angela says that you tried to order her into doing a sexual act, is that correct?”

Her voice was stern and formidable.

The steam that hid me was rapidly disappearing from the cubicle, I instinctively wrapped my hands into my groin slumping my shoulders into a crouch suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable.

“Well?”

“No-no, I er, I.”

“Did you or did you not tell her that you needed relief? to hurry back and give you a hand-job?”

My cock shrivelled under my hands, she leant in and turned off the water leaving me standing naked before both of them. Angie was standing just behind and to the side of our Aunt, she had that fucking evil grin on her face again and was loving the obvious anguish that she was causing me.

“Not in those words, but…”

She raised a finger, her way of indicating me to stop talking which I did, immediately.

“Out!” she barked, and I meekly crept past them both to take a towel from the rail.

“You will not need that.” She said sternly, whipping it from my grasp, she left me with just my hands to cover my modesty again.

I heard my sisters gasps turn to soft giggle as she used our Aunt as a shield.

“You will learn that if you intend to stay here with us, you will never give your sister an order of any kind do you hear me? Now, pick up your clothes and follow us to the kitchen and no before you ask, as naked as you are.”

Aunt Susan ushered my sister out in front of her and they both marched off.

Following her instruction, I picked my discarded clothing up into my arms using it as best I could as a shield to cover my nakedness, and followed behind.

“Drop it all on the chair dear.”

She indicated to the stool in the corner as I followed her into the room, “And stand by the table.”

My sister was still wrapped in the big fluffy towel, it was not a lot but at least it was something that covered her.

I was getting cold now, the water on my skin had started to dry causing goosebumps from my shoulders to my toes. I stood as close to the table on the opposing side to them as I could trying my best to hide myself while my Aunt stood silently eyeing me up and down.

“You have a lovely body dear, lean with just the right amount of bodyfat. Not a lot of body hair either, I like that.”

She came around to my side and stroked her fingers over my shoulders, her touch made me squirm especially when her fingertip drifted to the tender spot under my ear. I couldn’t help but let out a small gasps and groans as her fingertips stroked around, she knew exactly how to touch to make a man do anything she wished. At that point, I think I would’ve done anything that she asked of me.

I tried my hardest to ignore what was happening, how she was making my body react with just her finger. I picked out a small red drawing pin stuck in the board opposite me, hoping to use it as something to concentrate my mind on. Her long sharp fingernail drifted slowly from my neck and down my spine, she traced each and every vertebrae and muscle on her slow descent to my now quivering and clenched ass.

“You have a beautiful bottom dear, did I tell you that the last time I punished you?”

Her hand covered and cupped the left cheek of my ass squeezing gently, I clenched up tightly.

“Mmmm, nice hard muscle too, solid, nice.” She purred.

“Ok, to work.” She said.

“The reason for us being here. Angela, in that cupboard in the corner you will find three small canes. Please, the medium thickness one if you would.”

I listened in abject horror to the conversation going on behind me, my eyes never once deviating from the small red pin. My ass-cheeks were clenched tighter than ever now dreading what was to come.

“Right young man, Angela will now punish you for yet another indiscretion.”

My eyes flicked sideways to my sister, she had the cane in her hands and was fast closing the gap between us.

No! I thought, this cannot be happening!

“Bernard, you know the position.” My Aunt said calmly.

I really didn’t want this to happen and pleaded with her,

“Please Auntie, don’t do this, I promise I will never do it again….please.”

“Do not beg dear, it is most unbecoming and not unless I ask you to. Now I will say this one more time, assume the position.”

I hated it when she was this methodical, so machine-like with no feelings.

Resigned to my fate, I planted my palms to the kitchen table and waited for the first blow. I could tell that my Aunt revelled in the time that my sister took to land it, I could hear her breathing getting heavier in the deafening silence before the searing pain would bring the tears to my eyes.

I would not give either of these bitches the satisfaction of crying out, I promised myself that this time I would bite my lip and just take it.

She stood so close beside me and I could see her grinning as she gave my sister instructions, her hand stroked and caressed my skin exactly where she wanted Angie to land each blow.

I clenched tightly as her soft fingers traced her way over my taught skin.

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While this is a true story, the names & location have been changed as we still live in the same town. I’ll call myself Rick, while not being the most macho guy I was still considered pretty cool. His name let’s say is Kevin, he was very effeminate in comparison to most other guys, I think his parents treating him more like a maid than a son had something to do with it. Although so many others didn’t like him, I thought he was ok and to be honest felt sorry for his parents treatment of him. Once while his family was visiting mine his father told him to do the dishes, my mom said no but he insisted. When Kevin protested he was spanked, imagine the horror an 18 year old must have felt, not only being spanked but having us in the room. My mom went ape shit yelling at his father & mother, we didn’t see them again for a long time.

The year is 1977, I’m 19 years old & in my 2nd year of college, Kevin 18 years old was graduating high school that year. We live in New Jersey, both belonging to the same boys youth organization (the organization shall remain nameless), I am the leader, being voted in for my third term while Kevin was two steps below me hoping to be voted into my position when I age out.

The lodge that housed our group was 3 towns over, we live only about a mile apart so I drove to our monthly meetings. One evening our meeting ended very early, on the way home I asked Kevin if he wanted to stop & talk a while. Kevin wasn’t in a hurry to go home and agreed. Pulling off the road in a quite neighborhood not far from where we lived, we spoke for a while when I decided, I just had to ask him a question that’s been on my mind for quite some time.

“Kevin, can I ask you a personal question?” I asked.

“Sure what do you want to know?” he asked.

“Well I don’t know if you are aware, but the other guys in the lodge have been talking about you, uh well they think you are gay.” I said.

“Well if I was would it be any of their business?” Kevin asked without giving an answer.

“I know bayrampaşa escort I don’t care, I just wanted to make sure you knew it.” I told him.

“Yeah I kind of guessed, I saw a couple of the guys making fun of me while they thought I wasn’t around, you know trying to walk like I do while limply bending a wrist.” he said.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, I’ll talk to them if you want?” I asked.

“No I don’t think you can stop them anyway. To answer your question, I haven’t been with anyone, since as you know my parents never let me go out unless it’s to lodge, but I’ve never been interested in girls and I am always with guys, so yes I believe I’m gay,” he said.

“Ok, you see I really thought you might be and figured I could ask you some questions, but guess you really can’t answer them since you haven’t been with another guy,” I said.

“Ask me maybe I might know the answer, a few friends in high school were gay and I picked their minds about many things,” he said.

Not able to search the internet back then, the only way to get answers were asking questions, but who do you ask? I thought Kevin being a friend & thinking at least before tonight that he might be gay, I said, “Well you know I’ve dated girls and have had sex with a couple, ok I talked a lot and he knew, but I have sometimes had dreams about guys and wondered what it felt like.”

“I can only tell you what my friends told me, everyone said it felt amazing and the taste of a dick was wonderful,” he said.

“Do you think um, would you like your first feel to be mine maybe?” I asked.

His eyes opened wide and he asked, “are you serious, you want me to play with your cock?’

“Yes but can I see yours too?” I asked.

Looking at his watch and being still early Kevin said, “Yes oh my yes.”

Getting into the back seat of my dad’s station wagon we sat for a minute, I took a breath before unzipping my pants pulling them and my underwear to my knees, out popped beykoz escort my fully erect 4 1/2″ penis. I sat hoping my size, being so small, didn’t change his mind as I sat there.

Looking at it Kevin looked up and asked, “Can I touch it?”

“Yes but can I see yours 1st?” I asked.

Kevin lifted his but in the air pulling his pants to his knees leaving him in his tidy whities. Pulling the band down slowly and his dick popped out, a massive one compared to mine, maybe 7″ or longer and fat.

“You like my cock?” Kevin asked as he saw the grin on my face.

“Wow that’s much bigger than mine,” I stated.

Reaching over he took my dick in his hand while slowly stroking it said, “I think that little thing is beautiful.”

Sitting back I felt a calming sensation come over my entire body as he was jerking me off. I imagined what it would feel like to cum in his hand, sticky hot cum covering his hand.

His hand felt so comforting and warm as he stroked my dick up & down. Finally as I felt myself getting closer to shooting it’s load, I reached down finding a towel on the floor putting it to my cock. As the towel touched my it’s tip cum started squirting out, Kevin took the towel and cleaned it all up.

Kevin then asked, “Do you want to touch mine, I understand if you don’t I was more than happy just having you be my first hand job?”

Without answering I put my hand on his cock, I had to know what it felt like. Was it like mine, was it warm, is the skin soft, what do his balls feel like so many questions. All began being answered the second my finger touched his soft foreskin. Kevin arched his back when I closed my hand around his shaft starting to slowly stroke his huge cock.

“Mmm Rick that feels so much better than my own hand,” he said.

“Glad you like it, it’s so hard but the skin is so soft. Can I touch your balls?” I said.

“Yes touch anything you want,” he answered.

While my right hand was stroking his cock, beyşehir escort my left reached his balls, gently feeling the soft sack around them then massaging each ball between my fingers.

“Ooh don’t stop that is so good,” he whimpered.

Kevin’s cock started jumping in my hand, but the towel wasn’t near, pulling my left hand from his balls I cupped it under his tip hoping to catch all of his cum. He quickly shot his first stream of cum, then his second, third, forth and finally fifth as I

caught every drop in my hand.

As I sat with a handful of cum, Kevin put the towel to my hand and wiped it all out, when he was finished he said, “Rick that was so good, I hope you liked it too?”

“I did, it was really really good,” I said.

Looking at his watch, it was now almost 10, Kevin said, “we better get going, my parents will grill if I’m home after 10:15.

Before I could answer he leaned over and kissed my cheek and said, “maybe if you rush through our next meeting we can do this again? I could tell my parents that we have to setup and breakdown the room that will buy us till almost 11 before they start to wonder where I am. Joey & Billy are supposed to do it, but if we tell them we’ll setup as long as they breakdown. If we hurry and setup quickly we can be alone for at least a half hour.”

“I guess you really liked it? We would have to find a place we can not only be alone, but can also hear when someone comes into the parking lot so we don’t get caught, but yes I would like that,” I said.

We drove to his house, getting there right at 10:10, Kevin jumped out and said, “maybe you could come over next week, I have to babysit my little sister & brother but they always play outside for a few hours before coming in for dinner. I have to clean and make dinner but if you help we could be alone for maybe an hour & a half.”

“Wednesday’s I have early classes and I could be here by 2:30 would that give us enough time?” I asked.

“Yes I’ll see you then,” he said as he ran into the house.

On the way home I thought about what just happened and wondered if maybe next time we can do little bit more. As I fall off to sleep I awoke the next morning with a hard cock as I lay picturing what I dreamt about, Kevin with his lips wrapped around my cock sucking me off.

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Peter:

It started the first day I saw you, Peter. The way you dress, look, act. I was hooked. Your face is cute but so hot at the same time. The way your trimmed brown facial hair extends down and across your face. Your amazing head sits on top a muscular neck and a near perfect body. Your muscles ache and throb with every move. I sit, tantalized by the size and beauty of your rippling arms, your defined chest and core, and your sexy ass and legs. It’s a shame that you have to cover all that up. All I can do is sit in class, stare, and fantasize.

I sit uncomfortably in class, not wanting to miss a moment of you, but I must go to the washroom. I stand up and walk past the dazed students to the back of the lecture hall and out the door. I walk across the hall and notice a couple studying at a table 20 feet down the corridor. They look so content, staring into each-other’s eyes, laughing. As I enter the bathroom, I notice, thankfully, that it was recently cleaned. The urinals mecidiyeköy escort are shiny and smell like soap. It makes the experience that much better.

When I walk to the sink, I hear someone else coming. I am glad I have finished but it is still weird being in a bathroom with another guy. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as no one other than Peter walks into the bathroom. He walks over to the urinal and unzips his pants. His head lifts in satisfaction as he drains his bladder. He then walks to the sink next to me, washes his hands, and then looks directly into my eyes. At that point I knew.

He pushes me against the hard tiled wall, his arms trapping me close to him. I feel his breath wash over my chest, our eyes are locked. He moves a hand up my side and onto my neck. He pulls me close and our lips connect. I can taste the oils on his face; feel his lips, his tongue. I press back on his chest with my hand and force him pendik escort against the stall divider. A loud bang echoes in the bathroom. My hands move quickly over his body, exploring each perfectly chiseled ab. I feel his hands under my shirt, grabbing my broad back and pulling us together. I pull his shirt over his head and trace my tongue down to his nipples. As I lick around each one, Peter moans. I then follow his abs down to his belt buckle where I swiftly open it and unzip his pants.

I have never done anything like this before but somehow, I know exactly what I am doing.

I see his dick, hard behind his boxers. I look up and our eyes meet. I grab his cock and pull it from his boxers. It is so hard and above average in size. I place my lips around his head and begin taking his cock into my mouth. As I do so, I fondle his balls with one hand, and hug his toned thigh with the other. I bob back and forth, in and out faster and faster. sancaktepe escort I can taste his sweet pre-cum leaking into my mouth. I suck the sweet nectar from him and he moans.

He then pulls me up and kisses me. His hard dick brushes up against my pants. He then crouches down and unzips my pants. He takes me into his mouth. My dick is harder than it has ever been as he begins deep throating me. I grab his hair and he takes more and more of me into his mouth. I can feel myself tensing and am close cumming. I tap his head warning him but he keeps going. I can’t hold it any longer and launch cum deep down his throat with each wave of pleasure. My body shakes and I nearly collapse. He licks every last drop from me and smiles.

“Your turn,” I say.

He turns and sits on the counter, his dick still hard. I again, take him into my mouth and am welcomed by more pre-cum. His head tilts back and he closes his eyes as I suck his cock. Slowly then fast until he begins to groan. His legs tense and his cock throbs. I take him deep as he ejaculates his beautiful cum into my mouth. He thrust into my mouth, slapping his balls against my chin. I take his load in my mouth and kiss him, sharing his cum.

I smile at him and without saying a word, zip up my pants and walk out the door.

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Snow Bunny Blacked and Bred — Chapter 6

Charlotte’s Journal — Wednesday, August 28th 2024, 6 am

The sun, whilst not yet rising had turned the overnight clouds into bruised streaks, and we were finally returning to the house.

Harry walked ahead with Jack and Kelvin, leaving me to trail behind with Severin, and Harry is pissed, so angry that he won’t look at me. Because among the sad, lonely people, and the groups leaving late-night strip bars and clubs, someone recognised me. The real me, not ‘Lottie — The Snow Bunny’, but Charlotte the model who was out with Black Edition and their leader Harry Dresden.

“Holy fuck, it’s you. You’re… she’s…” The guy, his name I never found out, yelled to his friends, “You’re fucking Charli…”

“Yeah, she is. The one and only!” Came another voice.

Moving closer, Jack took my arm and presented me to ‘this guy’.

“How much is she worth to you, as a tight fuck…?” jack said much to my mortification.

The stranger laughed in Jack’s face before the laughter died. “Fuck man, are you serious? Is he serious? But I thought, aren’t you like a famous supermodel? Didn’t we see your pictures in…”

“Pay up, or fuck off.” Harry snarled at the guy before turning on me.

“Head down, Lottie. Or we’ll make you crawl back…” I obeyed instantly, looking away.

It had already been a long night. I ached, my pussy Ankara escort bayan felt dirty, violated, my jaw too and the last thing I needed was Harry turning on me.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” This stranger started to protest and he even made an offer, cash for my cunt, but Harry refused, threatened the guy, and his mates and eventually they left… leaving me alone with the Black Edition team.

“I want her home now.” That was the last anyone spoke, even on the train journey back, until the front door slammed shut behind us.

The house and studio were quiet. Everyone was sleeping, or at least they were until Harry, rounding on me, his hand flying to my neck, slammed me into the nearest wall.

“You slut, you fucking useless Snow Bunny bitch. How come that guy recognised you? What aren’t you telling us, Lottie…”

I wheezed, grabbed Harry’s wrist and tried to pull him off.

“Evveerryyy one knows my fucking fffaaaccceee,” I whimpered, my fingernails now digging into his skin, “I’m an internationally known mooodddeell, who you just pimped ooouuutttt.”

“What the fuck’s going on?” Justice asked as Db and Jason arrived.

“Someone recognised, Lottie,” Severin explained in a calm voice, “… and now Harry’s going to fucking kill her…”

The pressure on my throat eased a little, allowing me to suck in a deep breath, Escort Bayan Ankara following Severin’s comment. But Harry didn’t fully release me, his strength and height keeping me upright and pinned, my toes barely touching the floor.

“I’m not going to kill her. We still need this little Snow Bunny, but…” Harry’s gaze nailed me in place, I would have frozen if he wasn’t already holding me.

“… We’re going to need to be very careful for my plan to work.”

“Yeah, well how about starting now, because your precious Snow Bunny is turning purple. You want to think about letting her go?” Db asked, ever the voice of reason.

I gasped, groaning, wheezing when Harry removed his hand, and slowly slid down the wall until I landed on my ass. Then, in the next breath, Harry’s personality changed totally.

“I’m famished, let’s get some breakfast and then we’ll sit down to talk. And Lottie, why don’t you grab a shower, and use the bathroom in my suite.”

*******

I scrubbed, then scrubbed some more until I was scared I’d hurt myself. But I felt cleaner and finding mouthwash on the counter, I rinsed my mouth out twice, banishing the musky, musty taste of male seed coating my tongue.

I don’t have clothes, and I couldn’t face putting the pink coat back on … it must surely be stained too, and so naked, a state of affairs I’m used Bayan Escort Ankara to by now, I padded through the house, then downstairs to the kitchen.

“… it’s a shame that she got recognised, we could have made more money,” Jack was saying.

“There’s always next time,” Kelvin added.

“There won’t be a next time,” Harry spoke this time, “We’ll have to keep her hidden for now, until she’s…”

“Lottie,” Sev spoke my name, cutting Harry off. “Come, sit and eat. There’s coffee too.”

I edged into the kitchen, staying as far as I can away from Harry and Jack, also Kelvin and Justice.

“Sit, Charli. And tell us something, how often do you get tested? To make sure your tight cunt is clean, disease-free…”

“Is this because of last night?” I ask.

“Yes and no, so how often?”

“Every couple of months, sometimes less,” … ‘if I’ve been here and rampantly fucked by you’ words I don’t add.

“And let me guess, at the same time your contraception is handled?”

I nodded slowly, not liking the direction of this conversation but also not fully understanding why Harry is asking. Is it his own health he’s worried about? Or something else?

“So, tested for disease, and then… injected for protection?”

“Yes…” I mumbled, feeling sick even on an empty stomach.

“And the last time, was it recent or…”

The kitchen was silent, everyone stopped eating, and drinking and watched Harry and I, our dialogue like a tennis match, going back and forth.

“Not recent… in fact my contraceptive injection is due right now while I am here with you all.”

Harry’s face lit up. “So as of now you’re unprotected, right?”

I slowly nodded.

TBC.

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