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“Don’t worry Shelly. I’ll be right over.”

“Thanks Britt. I really appreciate this.”

“See ya soon.” With that, I hung up. I didn’t mind helping Shelly. Being seven months pregnant, with twins no less, she was having a hard time moving around. Since her husband Tom had to leave the country for work, she really didn’t have anyone close that could come over and lend a hand. Luckily, with me being an artist, my job was flexible and I threw some clothes in an overnight bag, grabbed my laptop and hopped in the car. Shelly and I have been friends for a couple of years now, ever since I divorced my husband and moved here. I’d left him when I caught him in bed with another man. Not because he came out as gay but because he’d sworn that he was faithful. Then, the whole sordid tale was revealed and he basically confessed to me that he just married me to keep up appearances. The alimony was nice and it left me able to pursue my own passions in art as well as allow me to live in an apartment the city.

Shelly and I met at the gym where she was working as a personal trainer. She was super nice and quickly a friendship developed between us. Tom was cool enough but he was constantly gone on business, leaving his wife alone in their home. Several times, Shelly and I would hang out together at either hers or my place, getting drunk, complaining about men or just watching movies. I’d been with a couple of women in the past and considered myself bisexual but, as far as I knew, Shelly was completely straight and deeply in love with her absentee husband. I wish I could say that my going over to help and keep her company was completely altruistic on my part but that wouldn’t be honest. Ever since she’d told me that she was pregnant, my desire had grown for her. Every time we got together to go out shopping or just hang out, I loved for her to show me her growing belly. Over the past couple of months, she really swelled up. Not only her stomach but her tits as well. I helped her shop for some maternity bras and tried my best to keep my eyes off of her milk swollen tits. The darkening areolas, nipples that had started to bead up with little droplets of milk as well as be perpetually hard turned me on so much that I ran to the bathroom right there in the mall and frigged myself.

But, if Shelly did realize the effect that she was having on me, she didn’t let on. I was actually glad in a way. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by freaking her out but it also meant that I could still see her. It sounds selfish of me, I know, but I couldn’t help myself. I pulled into her driveway, grabbed my bag and entered the home after knocking. I was pleasantly surprised at what I walked in on. Shelly was lounging on the couch, her body barely covered by the silken negligee and matching panties that she was wearing. Normally, Shelly is a bit conservative with her dress. But here, I could see almost her entire body on display. The fabric that was covering her tits was soaked through with her milk and her bush was visible through the thin silk of her panties. My mouth went dry and I just stood there for a second, taking in the sight. Yes, I’d seen Shelly naked before, as she’d seen me, showering at the gym. But this was different. We were alone, in the privacy of her house. Not in public surrounded by other women. I resisted the strong urge to just run over there and ravage those titties as I walked in and shut the door behind me.

“Yeah, sorry for the lack of clothes.” Shelly said, misinterpreting the look on my face. “I can barely move today.”

“No problem.” I replied, trying to sound lighthearted. “We’re both big girls here. Well, one bigger that the other.”

“Ha ha.”

“Give me a sec.” I dropped my bag in the guestroom. It was in the middle of being redecorated a muted pink pastel but the foldout was still there. I patted the couch like it was an old friend. Many a night, I slept on the thing, bursa escort dreaming about the woman that was lying in bed only separated from me by a wall. I then ran to the master bedroom, picked up a light blanket and a pillow before going to the kitchen and pouring a glass of iced tea. I handed Shelly the iced tea before propping her head with the pillow and covering her with the blanket. She took my hand in hers and pressed it against her cheek, silently conveying gratefulness. I patted her face a couple of times before sitting on the recliner. We talked about things; my newest project, her recent trip to the OB, the redecorating going on when she let out this long moan and grabbed her breast.

“God, I can’t wait for these two to arrive.” She said, her voice strained. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she had foolishly left her breast pump in the other car, which was now parked at the airport and would be for another week. “The pressure’s been killing me Britt. I was thinking of sucking the milk out myself just to get some relief.” I nodded in sympathy. I’d never been pregnant before but understood what she was saying.

“Hey, maybe I can help.” I said. A strange look crossed Shelly’s face when she heard that. “Oh God, I mean that I could drive to the airport and get it.” I quickly added. She laughed at that.

“Oh yeah. For a second, I thought that you were volunteering to suck the milk out.” She and I laughed for a second or two before she looked at me, again with that expression on her face. “Would you?” I hopped up off the chair to go get my purse but her words stopped me in my tracks. “No. I mean, would you suck the milk out?” I just turned and looked at her. I’d heard the words but didn’t know if she was serious or just playing. I took a chance and nodded my head, hoping that this wasn’t a test. Instead, Shelly’s hand went to the bow on her baby doll and undid it, pulling it open to reveal her swollen teat. I just stared at it, mesmerized, as my tongue flicked out and licked my lips.

I slowly walked over and knelt on the floor in front of her. Shelly put her hand behind my head and gently pulled me in, guiding me to her left breast. I looked at it for a minute, studying the nipple intently before sticking my tongue out and licking the drops of milk that were there. Shelly gasped slightly at the feeling. Then I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began to suckle. It took only a few sucks before the sweetness of her milk filled my mouth. God, it tasted so good! I heard her murmuring and making cooing sounds as I continued to swallow her fluid down my throat. “Come on baby girl. Drink up all of mommy’s milk.” she said softly while stroking my hair. I whimpered and just kept sucking, drinking all I could.

When the milk ran dry in her left breast, I raised my head. Shelly was lying there, a contented look on her face. I rolled her over to get at the other one and began to drink her dry. I started rubbing her belly, caressing her swollen stomach but she reached up and grabbed my hand. For a second, I thought she wanted me to stop rubbing her but instead, she guided my hand lower. To her pussy. I stopped suckling in surprise and looked at her. Shelly’s eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. “Please.” she said, not opening her eyes. “It’s been so long since I’ve cum. I need your help Britt.” Smiling, I lowered my head to her nipple and began suckling again. My fingers then began to fondle her pussy. The crotch of her panties were soaked through and I ran my fingers through her wetness. I started rubbing her engorged clit and Shelly began to breath faster. I pinched her clit gently between my fingers, rubbing them back and forth. Shelly placed her hand on the back of my head again, holding me against her tit. I continued sucking, thoroughly enjoying the flavor of her tit juice. I rubbed my index finger around the entrance of her pussy before bursa ucuz escort easing it into her. Shelly bucked her hips at that and I added my middle finger too. Curling them up, I tickled her g spot, causing her to let out a long moan.

I drained her tits dry before moving down to her vagina. It was spread open before my gaze, her hair matted with her juices. Bending down, I inhaled the sweet scent of her cum before placing my lips against her pussy and eating her out. I pursed my lips and kissed her little clitty, which caused Shelly to scream out. I looked up but all I could see was her belly, swollen with the two babies growing inside her. I concentrated on her clitoris, licking and sucking as I’d just done to her tits as I jabbed my fingers back inside, moving them all around her, scraping my nails against her inner wall, pumping them in and out like her husband did, tickling her inside. I could feel her clench down and heard her suck in a lungful of air before letting out a scream and cumming all over my hand and face. I withdrew my fingers so that I could lap up all of the juices pouring out of her. She screamed again as another orgasm passed through her body.

Finally, she reached down and pushed my head away. I relented and raised up, looking at her face. Shelly’s eyes were half lidded, a smile on her lips as her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing. I smiled at her, rose up and went to sit back down on the recliner. “God, it’s been so long.” she finally said. “Thank you.”

“Um…my pleasure.” I replied, not really knowing what to say to that. She laughed at my reply as she pulled the blanket back up, covering her belly but leaving her tits on display. “What do you mean ‘it’s been so long’?” I asked, a little curious by her words.

“It’s been so long since I’ve cum.” Shelly said. A look of consternation crossed her face. “Tom hasn’t fucked me in months saying that he’s afraid to hurt the babies. But I don’t think that’s it. I just don’t think he likes to look at me anymore.” Shelly started to cry at that and I hurried back over, taking her into my arms. I knew that this was hormones playing tricks with her but I didn’t say anything, just letting her cry it out.

After a few minutes, Shelly let go of me and rolled back over so that she was laying on her back. “Come on Shell,” I said, taking her hand. “You know he loves you and still wants you.” She squeezed my hand for a brief second.

“I don’t know Britt. I mean, he’s come home from one of his “business trips” more than once and I’ve smelled the perfume off of his clothes. I think he’s fucking other women.” I sat in silence at this revelation. I didn’t think Tom would ever cheat on Shelly. I’d seen the way he looked at her and knew that he loved her deeply. I took a minute to gather my thoughts before replying.

“That could mean anything Shelly. I mean, he works closely with a lot of people. I’m sure you’ve smelled other men’s cologne on him as well.” Shelly laughed at that and I realized what I’d just said. “Okay, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s just…I miss him and wish he’d be intimate with me again.”

“He will. I know it.” I patted her belly. “After he sees his daughters and how beautiful they are, he’ll instantly want to make more.”

“Oh God, woman!” Shelly said, a shocked look on her face. “Let me push these two out first before I get knocked up again.” We both laughed at that and I sat on the floor next to her. There was a long silence as we just sat there. Finally, Shelly turned to me and said “Britt, thank you for what you just did. I was hoping I’d read you right.”

“Believe me. It was my pleasure.” I reached up and brushed her hair. “Hey, wait a minute!” I said, stopping my petting. “Was I that obvious?”

She let out a laugh. “Oh, come on Britt. I’ve seen the way you looked at me bursa elit escort more than once. I’m surprised you didn’t jump my bones in the mall the last time we went.”

“Well, I was afraid to. I didn’t want to scare you away.” I started patting her again while reflecting on the fact that she’d known about my desires for a while. “What changed your mind?” I asked.

“I guess it was the fact that you found me desirable. I mean, I never thought of another woman sexually before until I met you. I was just always afraid to act upon it because…I don’t know.” I leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. Shelly turned to face me. We looked each other in the eyes and then, simultaneously, leaned in and kissed each other on the lips. “I was afraid I’d lose you, Britt.” she said, placing her hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes and pressed my face against her hand. Then I felt her lips upon mine again. We kissed, this time deeper. Our tongues met and entwined. Each of us explored the others mouth in a soulful kiss. I felt Shelly’s hand reach down to the hem of my shirt. She then went beneath it, pushing my shirt up my body, exposing my bra. I broke the kiss, pulled back and removed my shirt and bra. Instantly, Shelly pulled me close and her mouth went to my nipple, sucking on it like I’d just done to hers. She sucked my tip to aching hardness before switching to the other one. I moaned and pressed my body in, mashing my small breast against her face. I reached out and began toying with her breasts, running my hands over them and lightly pinching the nipples. She whimpered at that and I stopped, fearing that I had hurt her.

“No, don’t stop!” Shelly said, letting go of my teat. “That feels so good.” I stood up, though, and pushed my shorts and panties off of my body before reaching out and handling her breasts again. She reached around me with her right hand and cupped my ass cheek before reaching over her body and touching the fur covering my vagina with her left hand. I spread my legs, allowing her more access to my most intimate region. She ran her fingers through the folds of my pussy, gathering up the juices that had leaked out of me before bringing her hand to her face. I watched her as she slowly stuck her tongue out and gave her fingers a lick, tasting another woman for the first time. “Mmmmmm…” she moaned, taking another lick. “Britt, you taste amazing.” I giggled at that.

“Well, why not a taste right from the source?” Shelly looked up at me and, after a second, nodded. I propped my left leg on the side of her head, bracing myself with my right one. Squatting down just so I barely touched her mouth with my cunt, I almost came when I felt her tongue touch my outer lips, licking them clean. She brought her hands up between my legs, spreading me open so that she could feast on my pussy. I sighed as she did this and reached down to start toying with her nipples. She said that she didn’t mind me being a little rough so I took it to heart. I pinched them, not too hard, twisting them between my fingers and pulling them up so that her large breasts formed cones. I didn’t realize how much this turned her on until she moaned loudly into my pussy and began to eat me out in earnest. The closer I came to climaxing, the rougher I was, digging my nails into her nipples, twisting and pulling them hard. I heard a muffled scream from between my legs and that set me off. I coated my best friends face with my cum. I threw my head back and screamed out as I pulled her breasts up hard. Her tonguing never stopped, lapping up my juices as fast as my cunny spewed them. I rode her face to several gut wrenching orgasms before collapsing on the floor. I laid there, catching my breath, looking up at the ceiling.

After a while, I stirred and was able to sit up. Shelly was just lying there, a smile on her face. Our eyes met and she reached out. Hugging her, I leaned in and we shared a passionate kiss. “How was your first taste?” I asked when I pulled back.

“Mmmm…I’m sorry that I waited this long.”

“Well, maybe tonight, I can show you some other things that two women can do together.”

“I would like that Britt.” Shelly said, caressing my face. “I’d like that a lot.”

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Sophie followed Sherri out of the cell and held her gaze to the floor. Sherri walked ahead of her even with the guards.

“Well, what do you think Sher? Is she gonna be a good one or one that is hard to train?” asked Lucas.

“Oh, I think that she is going to be a very good slave. I may not give her up after three months. We’ll have to talk to the warden at that time. She is one hot little whore, isn’t she?”

“Oh yeah, she took both of us, no problem. Sherri, if you let our shift be the first shift when you let her fuck a man again, there’ll be something special in it for you. We really want that cunt after a month of no cock. She will love having our cocks after having none.”

“I think that could probably be arranged, gentlemen. How’s that sound to you whore?”

“Whatever pleases you Mistress.”

“What’d I tell ya fellas? She is going to be a gem. By the way, if your little friend Tiffany gives me or my slave any shit at chow, we will have words. You better tell her to mind her business. I don’t want to subject this little bitch to any of that too soon. You’ll have a talk with her, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am, whatever you say. Please try to remember that we are the guards and you are the prisoner. I wouldn’t want your little whore to see you get punished. It has been a long time, Sherri, maybe you need some cock to help you out of this role that you have put yourself into.”

“No thanks, Lucas. I’ll be better off after dinner when I can fuck this little whore’s tight little cunt. I’ll mind my P’s and Q’s as long as you keep Tiffany away from us.”

We finally arrived at the chow hall. It was loud with the clanking of the trays on the table. The silverware was scraping against the hard cafeteria type trays. There was a lot of chatter when we walked in but as soon as people started noticing Sherri with her new slave, there was a hush that came over the crowd. In a room with 800 women in it, that was almost a miracle in itself. All eyes were trained on us. My gaze never left the floor. Once the initial awe had worn off, the chatter slowly started up. We entered the line, me following behind Sherri watching her heels. This was not a choice making line of nourishment. Everyone got the same amount of the same slop in the same spots on their trays.

One of the servers began some idle chit chat with Sherri. “So, Sherri, you got a new one do you?”

“Yeah, Tracey, isn’t she cute?”

“Oh yeah, you need any help with her, you let me know and I’ll take some night shifts to help you out with anything that you might need.”

“Why don’t you just plan on it next week? I like to have a full week with them before I introduce other women to them. See if you can’t work nights all week. She’s gonna be a fun one.” She winked at the lady and the lady winked at me. She was cute and my cunt got wet with anticipation of next week. I was enjoying one woman. What would it be like with two or more? Wow, what a rush.

We continued through the line and had a choice of coffee, tea, milk or water to drink. I chose iced tea after Sherry had chosen the same. I followed her to the table and she sat her tray down on the table with the head bitches of the prison. All of them had slaves sitting behind them, not touching their food. Sherri sat down and then told me that I could sit. I set my things down on the table and waited. I heard a couple different women say “EAT” and then some of the slaves picked up their utensils to eat. They would not look up and neither would I. I did not want to get punished. I listened to the chatter at the table behind us. Someone asked, in a very snotty tone, “So, you get a new bitch again, huh Sherri?”

“You know it was my turn to get a hot one. The last two skanks I trained never even got off of their pad on the floor, the whole three months I had them. It was definitely my turn to get a hottie. And I may just keep this one a while. You may never get your hands on her, bitch.”

“Oh, I’ll have my time with her; you know I’ll get her sooner or later. You can’t be with her 24/7, there are things she has to do being a newbie. And when I do, you will be the first one to taste her on my lips.”

“You better watch what you say, little Miss Tiffany. I do have a little bit more pull at this place then you will ever imagine having. I’ll make your life miserable for the next three weeks. Just leave my bitch alone.” She did not say another word to the girl that was sitting across from her.

The girl eating next to me whispered while she was chewing. “You are a very lucky girl to have Sherri as a Mistress. She is the most wanted among us slaves. She did not want any one of us as soon as she got wind of you coming in. She gets her choice. If I was hot enough, I would be in your leash and you in bursa sınırsız escort mine. I have been with my mistress for a month and she is a bitch and a half. Welcome to prison, bitch.”

I heard my mistress say the word that I had been waiting to hear. “EAT”. I picked up my spoon and began eating the slop in front of me. I saw the guards patrolling the aisles and when they got behind Tiffany, I heard whispering in her ear. I couldn’t hear what was being whispered, but I imagined it to be a discussion about leaving me alone. Lucas and Jones had our area of the chow hall. Lucas was walking in my view in the aisle across the table from me. It must have been Jones that was whispering in her ear. I made eye contact with Lucas and he stared at me with lust in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to be deep in my ass again. My cunt was soaked sitting there thinking about this afternoon’s initiation.

“You shouldn’t make eye contact with the guards. Sherri will not like it if she finds out,” my neighbor offered through chewing her food. “Sherri has little spies all over this prison. She has trained all of the mistresses at that table with the exception of Tiffany. She will know that you gave that guard a good look before you get back to your cell. Just be careful.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I continued looking at my plate and ate what I could. All of a sudden I felt someone behind me, with their hard cock sticking in my back. He leaned over me and turned my head to look at him. He turned my head back and whispered into my ear, “I cannot wait a month for that ass. I will have that tight ass again, before the week is out. You be a good slave for Sherri and I’ll be able to get you away for a couple of hours. Don’t fuck that up, do you understand me?”

I nodded my head. Sherri had turned around and saw him whispering into my ear. She got up out of her seat and came up behind us both. She spoke loud enough for us to hear, but no one else. “You better stop fucking with my whore or I am going to give you heartache like you have yet to see from me, you little cock head. I don’t like anyone fucking with my property, do you understand me? Now, get the fuck away from her, please!”

He leaned back up and looked at Sherri and said, “You better mind your business Miss Sherri, you are still a prisoner here and I am the guard. I will make sure your life is a living hell if you don’t get off my back for your slave.”

“Oh Lucas, you are so naïve. Don’t you understand that the warden loves me and will give me anything and everything that I want. I hold a special place in her heart and there is nothing you could do or say to stop that from happening. There is a bond between us that cannot be broken. You haven’t been employed here long enough to know the details but you will learn the story eventually. Now walk away from my slave and keep doing your job away from me and her. Okay?”

He was pissed but walked away. Sherri turned to look at Jones who was smirking. Jones had been here longer than Sherri, but he was the only guard with that much longevity. Sherri had seniority over all of the other guards. He walked away from Tiffany and mistress sat down to finish her iced tea. As soon as she was finished, she yanked on the leash and I arose and grabbed my empty tray and hers. She walked me over to the conveyer to send the dishes back to the kitchen. As she was leading me out of the chow hall, I was tripped and landed flat on my face. I was dizzy and didn’t get right up. Sherri squatted next to me and asked, “Are you okay, bitch?”

“I am a little dizzy, mistress, I am so sorry. Let me lie here for just a couple of minutes.”

She stood back up and I was watching her feet get in front of someone else with stiletto heels on. As soon as she spoke, I knew it was Tiffany. “You should control your bitch a little better. What a fucking klutz.” As she kept talking to Sherri, I was dragged away from the scene. I was dragged a couple of feet back and picked up by Lucas. He ran me out of the scene before it got out of control. A few minutes later, we were in a small dark room alone.

“I am going to apologize now for what I am putting you through, but that little cunt is going to learn a lesson here tonight. Not only will I not go a month without having you, she will be inviting me in very soon. I have some goods on her and I will have some goods on you before long. Now, I want you on your knees and sucking my cock. I want to feel the back of your throat with the head of my cock. I’ll give you some good fucking and then take you back to Sherri. She is going to punish you for having a cock inside you, you know that right, cunt?”

I nodded my head as I lowered myself to the ground as he took his hard cock out of his pants. I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock deep down my throat. He was hard and he was huge. He tasted like me still and that turned me on so bad that I started sucking him like he was my last meal. bursa üniversiteli escort I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him harder to me as he grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face. He was hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. He was getting harder and I could feel the veins in his shaft sticking out. His balls were getting harder and I could taste the pre-cum oozing out of the little slit on his head. I reached under his balls and began massaging them with one hand and fingering his ass with the middle finger of my other hand.

That was all he could take. He emptied his entire load down my throat, I swallowed every drop. I sucked his head only for a few minutes and got every ounce of cum from that huge cock. It was beginning to soften in my hand. He picked me up off of my knees and pulled me into a kiss. He could taste his cum in my throat and he about choked me with his tongue as he was trying to scoop every drop he could from my mouth. He moved to my throat and then up to my ear and whispered, “You are such a hot little cunt, I could never go without you for a month. I could barely go the last couple of hours. I want to taste your hot little cunt. I want to finger that snatch with my whole hand. Would you like to be fisted right here in this broom closet? I am going to make you cum so hard that you squirt all over my face and arm.”

He let go of the embrace that he had me in and spread out a blanket. He laid me down on this blanket and unbuttoned my jumpsuit. As he lifted me up to get my arms out of the prison garb, he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth. He continued to pull off the rest of the jumpsuit while he bit on my nipples. When he had the legs off of me, he moved down to my pussy in a heart beat. He spread my legs open and lay down and went to town on my clit. He was licking and flicking his tongue fast over my hard clit. He sucked my clit into his mouth and started giving me head. It was very erotic and I was on top of an orgasmic ridge in no time. When he slid two of his huge fingers into my dripping wet cunt, I gasped in surprise and ecstasy.

He began finger fucking my cunt like I was a whore. I was. I was his whore at the moment. I would be Sherri’s whore in a little while, where I was going to be punished. I could try to say no and see what it would do and I thought, fuck it’s too late already, I had already swallowed a huge load of his cum. If I was going to be punished for being with a man, then I was going to make it worth it. I started meeting his every thrust with my hips. He added a third finger and began wiggling his fingers against my g-spot and making me crazy. Mid thrust, he added his pinky finger and was pounding my cunt and sucking my clit. I was not going to be able to take much more. His fingers inside my cunt were incredible feeling. He knew exactly what spot to hit and how to hit it. I raised my hips and met his thrusts and came all over his face and arm. “Oh that’s it, you fucking whore. Cum all over me. Your pussy is so hot! I am going to get my fist in there right now!”

He twisted his fingers and slammed his thumb and heel of his hand deep inside me. He was in up to his wrist. He was slamming my cunt with every ounce of force that he had. His fingers curved up inside me and hit that spot on every stroke in there. I felt so full, I could hardly stand it. The pressure on my special spot was incredible and I came harder than I had all day in this prison. My cunt grabbed onto his hand and was not going to let go. I squeezed and bucked and squirted all over the place. My cunt was a constant flow of ejaculation for two solid minutes. The blanket that I was lying on was soaked, as was my captor. He should have taken off his uniform because now it was soaked with my cum. How hot was that?

When he finally was able to move his hand, he withdrew it from a very sloppy cunt. He moved down a couple of inches and slipped three fingers into my tight ass. He was getting it ready to fuck with that hard cock of his. The juices on his fingers were lube enough to get me going pretty hot and heavy. I loved having my ass fucked and was anticipating when he entered my tight hole with that big cock of his. He added a fourth finger for a few minutes and then he pulled his fingers out and in one smooth move, had his cock deep inside my ass. My ass was almost as wet as my cunt. He fucked me hard and deep for quite a while. It felt so good to have him inside me like this. I couldn’t go a whole month without cock. I had never done it since the day my cherry was popped. I could always find someone who wanted to fuck me.

Anyway, Lucas kept pounding my ass and then he started spanking my ass cheeks. That was going to leave a mark that Sherri would see. I started getting nervous and turned on at the same time. This was so taboo for Sherri so demeaning to me that my cunt was flowing rapidly. bursa anal yapan escort I started meeting every thrust into my ass. He slapped me hard and in time with his fucking. It was hot as hell. I loved having cock fuck my ass. I couldn’t wait to see what Sherri was going to do with a man’s cum inside my ass and his hand prints all over my ass. She was going to punish me severely, I had a feeling. He slapped my ass the same time he emptied his balls into my ass. The hot liquid hitting the back of my anal cavity made me go over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He grunted as he emptied the last of his cum deep inside me. I was squirting all over his legs. Again, he was soaked. He slowed down and we caught our breath before he withdrew his softening cock from my asshole.

He rolled me over and kissed my lips with a passion that I could feel all the way down in my cunt. “My shift ends in an hour and half, right after lights out. I will be back tomorrow; in fact I am working the whole weekend. And don’t worry; Miss Sherri will not give me any shit about fucking your ass. I’ll be able to live without your cunt for the month, but not your sweet ass. I want that always. Now, let’s get you back to your mistress. She is going to be pissed, but there’s not a thing she can do to me. I cannot control what she does to you, but be sure that she is not going to hurt you. You are the warden’s new pet and she has strict orders.”

He stood up and pulled his pants on, tucked in his shirt and realized that his collar was all wet with my ejaculation. “You, fucking little whore, you have soaked my shirt with your cunt juices. What the fuck were you thinking?” He slapped my face.

I threw my hand to my face and said, “I can’t fucking control it, you should have taken your shirt off, dumb ass.” That got me another slap. “I am sorry, but I really can’t control it.” I pulled my jumper up and buttoned it.

“I know, I am sorry that I reacted that way. Let’s get you back to your whore before I have to do rounds. Jones was covering for me while I took care of you. He should be back at Sherri’s cell by now. Let’s go, slave!”

He opened the door and led me out by my leash. No one was in the corridor that we were in so there was no way of anyone knowing what we were doing in there or that we were ever in there to begin with. He walked me to the main cell block and there were even more cat calls and whoops and whistles than before. I heard someone say, “Sherri is going to whip your ass Lucas. Be sure of that!” He didn’t react, he just kept walking. We got to Sherri’s corridor and there standing outside her cell were Sherri, Jones and some woman in a business suit and stiletto heels that I didn’t know.

Lucas said under his breath, “Oh shit. We are in for it now.”

“Good evening Warden, how are you this fine evening?”

“Well, Lucas, I am a little pissed off, as a matter of fact. You see, when my star prisoner pages me that there is trouble, I come running. This place runs smoothly under my watch and if you can’t understand that being in my employ, then maybe you should look for another job. Yes, you have more authority than Miss Sherri here, but you are not to abuse that authority as she has a lot of years making peace on this cell block. She takes the natural thing that is going to happen here and makes the transition with these women to a modest prison life. She teaches them how to survive out there and make friends in the ways that will count if and when they ever set foot out of these walls again.

“You have directly disobeyed an order of mine to leave the new girl alone. You know I don’t care who or when you fuck in this place, but when I hand out an order such as that, you are to obey it with the utmost respect. You are hereby put on a three day suspension pending further action up to and including transfer from this facility. I suggest you go home and think about your position here. On Monday morning, you be in my office at 7:00 am sharp. We will discuss your actions and the consequences that will need to be paid. Deputy Jones, please see Officer Lucas out of the facility and collect his badge, gun, and prison identification. I’ll see you Monday morning, Officer Lucas. Good day!”

Jones led Lucas from the corridor and the warden walked up to me and inspected me for the first time. “Oh Sherri, I see what you mean about her. She is gorgeous and would be given all kinds of shit out there. You are right, you may have to keep her a little bit longer than usual.” She walked up to me and opened my jumper to look at my tits. “Yep, you were right again, sweetie. She has some nice tits and you should definitely get them pierced. I’ll make sure to sign the order for her to be taken down first thing tomorrow.”

“Under the circumstances, Warden Tracey, I would like to accompany her to the infirmary for this procedure. Please allow me this concession?”

“Of course, sweetheart, I would not deny that of you. You should be there for everything the first three months. You should not be without her for even one minute. I will get her assignment to the laundry room with you, immediately. We’ll play it by ear on where to move her in a month. Teach her some basic survival techniques to stay safe in this hell hole. She’ll be better off for it in the long run.”

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There are times in one’s life when really good things happen to you. Heather was a really good thing. She came along just after I had broken up with my three-year lover and companion, Linda. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I was just about to climb the walls. It wasn’t exactly real depression, but it certainly was close. Heather was no ordinary girl; she was special. Very special. I had always been drawn to girls with natural red hair and hers was out of this world. I even began to wonder what the shaved little sweetie’s southern forest might like look completely grown out.

So I asked. “Would you do a really big favor for me?”

I was lounging on the sofa, reading a magazine. She was seated on a reclining chair directly across from me wearing short, off-white, faded and patched cut-offs. Her legs were to die for. “Honey,” she replied with a fake southern drawl, “I’d walk across a thousand miles of burning coals and then I’d do anything you wanted.” Then she laughed. She flashed her famous bright smile with those oh-so-perfect teeth. Her deep blue eyes always seemed playful, maybe even sinful.

I smiled back. “Silly girl. I was just wondering what a slight change would do for you.”

“Mmmm. A slight change, huh? Why do I think you have an evil idea on your mind?”

“Well, not exactly evil. But you know how much I love your hair.”

Heather looked at me a little quizzically. “I think you have mentioned that once or twice,” she said.

“Well, I was wondering what color it might be if you let it grow out, er…, down there.”

Her faced flushed before she smiled again. “I thought you were reading a magazine over there, and all the while you were thinking about my pussy! Shame on you, young lady!”

“I can’t think of a nicer thing to think about, babe. But I’m serious. I bet it would be really pretty.”

“Damn, Beth. I thought you were kidding at first. But if you really want me to…”

“I do!” I interrupted.

“It will take more than a month,” she said, “so that tells me I’ll be part of your life at least until then.”

I frowned at her remark. “Don’t we have a date for New Years?” I asked.

“You never asked me for a date.”

“Well, I am now. So that gives you another six good months,” I said with a flirtatious grin.

“Just a second. I don’t recall accepting any New Year’s date,” she said, straight-faced, trying her best not smile.

“I guess I assumed you might be interested in going out with me. If I need to find another date…”

Her eyes pierced through the warm air of the living room. “If I even catch you getting that close to another girl, your ass is grass and I’m a lawnmower.”

“Then we have a date?” I asked.

“Only if you ask me properly,” she replied with a cute smirk.

“Okay, Miss Hoyty-Toyty, I shall ask you properly. Actually, I have three desires. First, it would please me beyond all that is pleasurable to see a forest of red hair between your legs, primarily because I want to see if the carpet matches the drapes, so to speak. And, on New Years Eve, I would be honored indeed to have you accompany me to a party as my date. Finally, I would be the happiest girl in the world if you would come over here right now and sit on my face.”

Heather looked stunned for a brief moment, then burst out laughing. “I accept all three offers unconditionally.”

She arose from the chair and sauntered toward me, hands on her hips, her eyes piercing mine. Besides the cut-offs, she was wearing a cute, pink, ribbed tube-top that hugged her breasts tightly. Having recently taken a shower, all I had on was a white, terry-cloth robe and nothing else. She was beautiful beyond compare.

She didn’t even remove her shorts. She simply straddled my shoulders as I reclined on the sofa and pressed the crotch of her cutoffs against my startled face. I inhaled deeply and smelled that womanly odor I had become so familiar with. Reaching behind her, I put my hands on Heather’s perfect ass, over the top of the heavy cotton material, escort bayan and pulled her into me. With the crotch of the cut-offs flush against my face, I kissed her all over, pressing my lips as hard as I could against her sex.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on the arm of the sofa to maintain her balance as she began to grind slowly into me. She moaned softly with each deep grinding movement. My robe had already fallen off the sides of my legs and the sash was beginning to come loose. I dug my nails hard into the thick cotton that covered the greatest ass in the world. I didn’t care if I couldn’t breathe, I just wanted to feel her hard and tight against me. Her womanly smell was becoming more aromatic by the minute.

I ran my hands up the side of her body and pushed the tube-top up and over her breasts. As I looked up from between her legs, the luscious pink nipples and creamy-smooth skin of her tits beckoned my fingers. Using a thumb and forefinger from each hand, I pinched the tiny nubbins hard enough to make her moan. Her face, flushed a bright red, was filled with lust. The more I pinched her nipples, the harder she drove her crotch into my face. My robe was all but off my body now, but I didn’t care. The moment was all about Heather’s grinding cunt.

I pulled my head back from the crotch and took a deep breath. As much as I enjoyed being smothered by Heather’s body, the thought of not being able to take another breath was enough to bring me to reality. Having filled my lungs with air, I wasted no time in diving back in. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her.

“I want to taste you,” I husked.

Her breathing was coming in short gasps. She arose from my body and stood next to me, looking down at my parted robe. Her eyes gathered in my nakedness. Her eyes moved slowly along the length of my body. She smiled. Without saying a word, she had told me how much she enjoyed the view.

I watched her undo the button of the cut-offs and unzip the fly. She pushed the garment down her legs. Before this evening, I had not seen the pretty, soft-pink, French-cut panties she was wearing. Her legs were opened wide enough to reveal a panty crotch that was literally soaked with her juices. She peeled the satiny material over her hips and eased it down her legs. When she stood up straight, her hairless slit, with fully engorged lips, seemed more inviting than ever before.

She resumed her position over me, her dripping cunt just inches from my face. Her mouth was open in a small perfect “O”. I grabbed her ass again, this time feeling its exquisite fleshiness, and pulled her down to me. She was completely soaked. In a fleeting second, her juices began to coat my face. She moaned loudly as I drove my tongue into the wetness while she pressed her sex flush against my face once more. This time it was without any clothing to prevent me from partaking in this garden of delights. Her taste was unbelievable. It was like honey on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked everywhere I could, from vagina to clit, then back again. I buried my mouth inside the puffy lips. I drove my tongue deep into the honey-pot and wiggled it. I quickly located her already hardened clit and suckled on it like a baby.

Heather worked her cunt all over my face, leaving a trail of wetness along the way. Every once in a while she lifted herself off of me to give me a chance to take a deep breath. The deep breath served as a signal to renew her assault. Ten minutes passed and my tongue and lips found every part of her that I had come to delight in. I never wanted it to end.

“I’m so close, baby,” she finally said, her voice thick and raspy.

I loved it whenever she came while my mouth was pressed against her pussy. “Close” usually meant three or four more minutes of sucking and licking and nibbling. “Close” always meant that when she did cum, she would almost squirt. Almost, but not quite. Cumming meant a renewed and copious flow of nectar that would pour from her like an opened faucet. görükle escort “Close” meant I still had enough time to enjoy her cunt for several more minutes. It was more than enjoyment, it was pure pleasure.

When I began to shake my head back and forth and work my tongue deep into Heather’s vagina, I felt her body stiffen. She reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as hard as she could into her. She gasped once. Then again. Then one long, loud exhale before she spent all of the lust that had built up inside her into my waiting mouth. I would have drowned in her juices and died a happy woman. I swallowed all I could.

It took a longer time than usual for Heather to come down. Her whole body shook from time to time as the final tingles of her sweet orgasm sent chills up her spine. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on her brow. Her hair looked slightly disheveled. Her cheeks were rosy-red.

When she finally arose from her squatting position over my face, she looked down at me and smiled. “You look like you’ve just been through a hurricane, lover.”

“There was torrents of rain,” I said.

She smiled. “I can see that. I should have brought an umbrella.”

“I didn’t need an umbrella. I liked being in the rain,” I said with a broad smile. “You were really wild tonight.”

“I was just doing to you what I like having you do to me,” she whispered.

“I guess that’s the Golden Rule of love, babe. And it sounds like a request for reciprocal behavior.”

She pursed her lips into a half-smile. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Lay down on the floor and close your eyes and you will be in for a big surprise,” I said with a silly grin.

“You are such a poet,” she giggled as she eased her body onto the floor and lay on her back, eyes looking skyward. In the process, she wiggled out of the tube-top that had remained encircled above her breasts. She was totally naked now, just the way I liked her.

I arose from the sofa, running my fingers through my hair in a vain attempt to straighten out the mess she had made of it. She smiled at me as I drew the terry-cloth robe over my shoulders and let it fall silently to the floor behind me.

“I believe I asked you to close your eyes, dearest,” I said.

She complied.

I moved silently on the carpet in my bare feet until I came to a stop behind my naked sweetie. She looked wickedly exciting in her position flat on the floor. Her breasts rose slightly with each deep breath she took. Her legs were only slightly opened but still revealed the puffy crack at the juncture of her thighs. I turned, facing away from her, and knelt, my knees directly behind her shoulders, my toes on her chest. I put my hands on the carpet to keep from falling.

“Look up,” I said.

She opened her eyes to a moisture-laden, yawning pussy right above her face. Her eyes widened at the sight. She licked her lips sensually, knowing what was about to happen. After all, turnabout is fair play. But I had something slightly different in mind, at least at first.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I said in a firm voice.

“What are you going to do?” she asked as she opened her mouth nice and wide.

“I am going to drip something nice and sweet onto your tongue,” I replied, my voice now thick with lust.

“Omigod, yes!” she exclaimed. “Give me some!”

I was so hot from what Heather had done to me I knew the task would be easy. “Close your eyes and tell me when you feel the first drop.”

I wiggled my hips slightly and felt a small amount of my love juice glide along the inside of my inner labia. The clear moisture suddenly fell upon her waiting tongue.

She squealed excitedly. “Oh, Beth, YES! I want more!”

“There’s lots more,” I said as I put my hand between my legs and gaped my slit even wider. I jostled the pussy lips just enough with my fingers to allow several more drops of honey to fall straight down. Heather took the drippings on her tongue, then closed bursa elit escort her mouth and swallowed.

I had never done anything in my life quite like this, but the thought of dripping my love juices into Heather’s mouth only served to increase the flow coming out of me. I moved a finger into my vagina and stirred the pot some more. This time a lot more of my love for her flowed out of me, straight into her waiting mouth. She opened her eyes and watched the liquid nectar fall from my cunt to her face. She swallowed every drop and asked for more. The little slut couldn’t get enough of my juices.

“Let me help you,” she pleaded.

She worked her hands between my squatting legs. As soon as I removed my fingers from my sopping pussy, hers replaced them. One index finger from each hand helped to splay my vagina really wide. I could only imagine the view she was getting from below. With just a few wiggles of her fingers, she induced more rain to fall from the sky. She continued to swallow everything I gave to her, greedily.

After just a few short weeks of living with Heather, I had created a living, breathing slut. And I loved it!

“Time to get even,” I husked, lifting my hips high enough to free her fingers from my love nest. I lowered my hips back down until my hairless slit fastened itself tightly to her face. I wiggled my body hard enough to hear my seemingly endlessly flowing spendings squishing against her skin. Her eager tongue was everywhere. She used the flat of her tongue to lave the entire length of the inside of my vulva. She tickled my clit with just the tip of her tongue. She circled the outside of my vagina and then drove her tongue so deeply into me I thought she could touch my tonsils. She was driving me wild.

Suddenly I felt an index finger at my back door. Without taking my cunt from her face, I leaned forward just enough to give her the access she wanted. The anal entrance had already been lubricated with my own juices. With hardly more than a nudge, I felt the finger glide slowly into me. Before I knew it, the finger was deeply ensconced inside my ass. The feeling was exquisite.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” I cried.

While she drove her tongue in and out of my slit, she worked her finger in and out of my ass. For the next five minutes, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I could feel something really special building up inside my loins. It was all too much. I gasped out loud as I came, the cum flowing from me in torrents.

It took me a long time to wind down. My heart raced wildly for several minutes afterward. I turned completely and lay next to the most wonderful woman in the world. Her body, like mine, was still warm from the unbelievably wonderful festivities we had just taken part in. When I finally gathered my composure, I stood up and offered Heather my hand. With our faces and our hair sticky from each other’s juices, we strolled hand-in-hand to the bathroom and took a long, hot, steamy shower. We giggled like teenagers. We lathered each other with sweet-smelling soap. We kissed and hugged as the water ran down upon our bodies.

I had never been happier. Some might wonder how a redheaded beauty like Heather could end up with someone as plain as me. I wondered too. But not for long. In the weeks and months that followed, we grew together. In fact, Heather had agreed to “grow” where I wanted her to, and she soon sprouted the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. The hair that adorned her lower abdomen was a much lighter red than the hair on head. So the carpet didn’t exactly match the drapes, but the carpet was far more beautiful. Sometimes I sat in bed and just stared at the light-red triangle of soft down. Even the full growth hair was so sparse that it permitted a delightful view through the hairs of the previously hairless slit. Sometimes I kissed the beautiful hairs until my lips grew tired. Sometimes I ran my fingers through the softness.

Sometimes, in fact more often than not, I closed my eyes before heading off to dreamland and said a silent prayer that all of this would never end. I had fallen deeply in love with my “Popsicle Girl” and was totally awed by how easily sweet Heather had paved my road to happiness. I looked at it another way as well–a real popsicle is the second most lickable thing I know…

to be continued

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A new year and a new batch of sorority hopefuls are going to be trying to get into the sisterhood. Pledge week makes or breaks the girls. And in the end the ten hopefuls that want to join only five will be in. Leaving the other five left to try out next year. Maggie the leader of this sorority enjoys putting her hopefuls in positions they never thought they would ever be in during a pledge week. Walking in front of the ten girls, all names she knows by heart, and each girl she took a personal liking to. It will be hard to choose come end of the week, she thought walking around the girls. Maggie walked up and down the line of hopefuls, smiling at what is taking place before her. Trying to talk to her best friend over the honking of horns and yells of people driving or walking by.

“Who do you think will make it, Maggie?” Andrea asked her friend since grade school, never taking her eyes off of the hopefuls doing their first day’s order. Maggie smiled at Andrea and brushed her long blonde hair out of her face.

“I don’t know. It is hard to decide.” She answered softly. Not wanting any of the pledging girls maybe getting their hopes up or starting stuff of trying to topple another. And in honesty, it is hard to decide.

Maggie kept Andrea by her side as they kept walking up and down the line of hopefuls that have their heads down towards the ground. Bending over with their teenage butts facing the road and sidewalks. Pants, skirts, and underwear down below their butt cheeks and their hands on their hips spreading them open for all to see. On each girls butt cheeks was her initials and a single number going in order of their standing next to each other. Maggie and Andrea was turned on by the sight of the willing girls showing their little butts and assholes for all to see. The other sorority sister, Hailey, was standing next to the last girl in line holding a sign out to people telling them to pick a number for the girl they liked the ass of the most.

It was risky, Maggie knew this, but she knew the Dean wouldn’t complain. After all, it is her parents that contribute charity and wonderful money to him and the college. For him to even dare raise his voice at her would be financial suicide on his part. Maggie had been sorority leader for two years now, in her junior year of college along with Andrea and Hailey. Who she had known both since grade school.

Maggie stepped behind the girls, leaving Andrea in front of them to make sure they all keep looking down on the ground and their butts are kept open. As Maggie looked at the bare butts, she must admit, they looked very nice. She saw one hopeful’s butt and felt her pussy heat up from the roundness and fullness of it as she kept looking at it. It belonged to Mary, a brown haired, short girl who was a cheerleader back in high school and a freshman now in college. She noticed her asshole had a slight opening to it. Not tightly closed like the other girl’s holes were. Pink and clean looking, Maggie kept her eyes transfixed on the little dark pencil size hole. Turning her on, Maggie was hoping she will do well so she can join the sorority at the end of the week. Maggie will keep an eye on her to make sure of this.

Looking on past Mary, Maggie looked at the other bare behinds down the line, all nice looking, she thought. Wide variety of shades, some tanned and other pale, looked like a rainbow of different shades of flesh. She noticed Hailey would steal some looks at the bare rumps while holding the sign up for people to follow as they come across. Some guys walking to their classes would stop and stare at the bare asses in front of them, but only to be shooed away by Maggie or Hailey, they didn’t want a crowd forming around the girls for safety reasons and the blocking of the sights in the popularity competition.

After a half hour had passed, Maggie stepped in front of the girls and called over Andrea and Hailey to stand next to her. “Ok, girls.” Maggie spoke up so the hopefuls can hear her loud and clear. “Stand up and pull your pants and panties up, you’re all looking like a bunch of sluts with your asses hanging out for all to see!”

Pulling their bottoms up they kept standing there waiting for Maggie to tell them what to do next. Looking at the time Maggie knew she had to get to class soon, so she gave the hopefuls one more order before heading off. “I know none of you haven’t any morning classes today, so when I get back to the sorority house I want it clean and spotless.” She smiled at her potentials and looked at each one going down the line. Lingering her eyes on Mary, her cute, small face, green eyes and bangs that stopped little past her eyes with her hair down this morning flowing beautifully to her shoulders. Standing at what Maggie is guessing between five-five or five-six, she had beautiful fair skin that was milky white and looked very delicious, especially in the morning sunlight. If she didn’t have the rule of being eighteen or older to join the sorority Maggie would have passed her off as a freshman bursa escort in high school, not college, she thought while looking at the beautiful girl standing in line.

The other girls were cute as well, Maggie noticed Andrea kept looking at Tiffany’s ass when she could during the bare butt popularity contest. Tiffany was average looking, light brown hair stopping past her shoulders. She is just cute looking and your regular girl next door. Cute breasts, especially how they push out against her shirt and stretch the fabric. Maggie took notice of this and grinned a little at the innocence she portrayed. Her eyes are wide and cheerful, cannot deny her beauty at all when you really pay attention to her. No doubt Andrea will take Tiffany under her wing and guide her to the end of the week. Still too early to tell who will have better chance of getting in, but right now it is first day and the week isn’t up yet, Maggie thought before walking away. Leaving the girls in Andrea and Hailey’s hands.

Back at the sorority house the girls all filed in and stood in their line again in the first floor living room. Awaiting their orders, they kept standing there not moving and looking straight ahead. Andrea walked in after hugging Hailey goodbye as she went off to her volunteering in the library. Andrea was left for a half hour with the girls until she returned. Looking around in the living room, it does need cleaned, she thought. The white carpet had lint scattered around and grass blades from outside near the entrance of the door, the couch could use the steam cleaner to get a thorough wash. Glancing at the girls, and Tiffany, Andrea walked into the kitchen that connected from the living room. Dishes piled up in the sink and tile floor needs mopping this week.

Heading back in, Andrea stood in front of the girls, brushing her black hair out of her eyes she eyed the line of girls from left to right. “Ok, the way we clean around here is in the nude.” She informed the girls a house rule.

She could see the disapproval in some of the girls eyes, but didn’t care. She looked in Tiffany’s eyes and saw a bit of uncomfortable look, but a willing one. To please the one in charge, Andrea thought. The girls kept standing in their line of uniformity. “Well, strip.” Andrea ordered her girls.

Watching the ten girls strip made Andrea’s pussy heat and juice up. Looking down the row of girls: Heather, Jana, Tiffany, Alexandra, Julie, Amber, Mary, Grace, Kat, and Brooke. Most of them started with their shirts, pulling them over their heads and following with their bras. Alexandra and Amber started with their shoes, socks and pants, pulling their bottoms off including panties following their shirts and bras. Andrea was watching casually at the girls as they were stripping down to nothing. Before most of them got to their socks Andrea spoke up. “Oh, don’t take your socks off. The dirt will only collect on bottom of your feet and track all around. But it won’t be as bad if you keep your socks on.” She told them watching a few of the girls now bending over to get their socks and put them back on. Their breasts swinging as they bend over to collect them.

“Alexandra, Mary, and Grace,” she called out, looking at ten young naked girls in front of her. “You will have the kitchen and dining room to clean up.” She handed Mary a list of what to do and have done.

Watching the three girls walk naked towards the kitchen in nothing but their socks, Andrea turned back to the seven remaining girls. Smiling, she wish she could have fun with couple of the girls, but knew she couldn’t do that so early in the week.

“Tiffany, Jana, Heather.” She called out. “You three will be cleaning up the living room and study.” She handed Tiffany a piece of paper and watched them three leave first to the study. Their butts wriggling back and forth and swaying with each step they are taking. Andrea was on fire. She wanted to finger herself so badly, tug her clit thinking of ten beautiful girls in nothing but their socks cleaning house.

“Julie and Amber, you will clean bathrooms and hallways. Kat and Brooke, you two will be cleaning bedrooms. Only your rooms, do not enter any of the sorority sister’s bedrooms or you will be punished.” She made clear, handing the last two papers to Kat and Amber, watching them head upstairs their young bodies moving swiftly and all the right places jiggling on them.

With the hopefuls working hard in the respective rooms and parts of the house. Andrea took off to her room to get a quick finger fix. She will check in on them after she is done, which shouldn’t be no time at all considering how hot and horny she is from the popularity ass contest earlier, and now having them completely naked around her in nothing but socks.

Andrea closed her door and headed towards her bed and had her jeans and underwear off before she even got in the bed. She opened her legs and began rubbing her bare, smooth pussy all over and rubbed her fingertip across her clit. Sliding bursa escort bayan it from her clit to between her pussy lips, she felt just how soaked she really was and her finger almost slipped right in without warning. Lifting her shirt up, Andrea pulled her bra down and started to pinch and rub her nipples. She had a nice set of breasts she always thought, not too big, but good for sucking and licking, and a handful when holding.

She slid two fingers inside her pussy and felt how hot she was inside and started shoving them inside her pussy faster. Sliding in a third finger, she felt her hand and butt get wet from her juices seeping out at a fast rate. It has been a long time since she been this turned on and she was loving it. Pledge week is a good week for her, watching those willing girls do whatever it takes to get in the sorority. She remembers her sorority week, it wasn’t as sexual as this one is, the former girl, Jenny, who used to run it didn’t have connections like Maggie does. But the dildo Jenny used on her one night behind closed doors blew her away, it was so thick and hard inside her pussy.

Thinking back on the dildo, Andrea managed to put a fourth finger inside her and felt her pussy stretch wide to keep her fingers all inside of her drenched hole. Using her other hand now to rub her clit fast, feeling her orgasm build inside of her. She kept fingering fast and really shoving them deep inside her. Her hips bucking wildly now holding the orgasm inside of her and with a flick of a switch inside her, Andrea came silently and soaked her hand and bed sheets with it. Breathing heavy and looking straight up feeling the orgasm course through her body, she silently laid there hearing her breathing become softer with each pass.

Slowly getting up, Andrea felt her tan, thin legs were a little weak and grinned at how great that felt. So fucking powerful, she thought trying to compose herself. Picking up her jeans and underwear she slid them all back on and took another moment to get herself together and looked in a mirror before heading out to see how the girls were doing. Her brown hair ruffled from rubbing against the bed and her dark tanned face looking flushed. Taking a few breaths and trying to look like she did before fingering, she left the room.

Andrea went downstairs to see how Alexandra and the two other girls were doing with the kitchen and dining room duties. Passing Tiffany, Jana, and Heather in the living room. Tiffany was vacuuming, her tits bouncing a little as she moved her arm back and forth. Jana was steam cleaning the sofa and was bending over to clean the sides near the floor. Her breasts swaying back and forth and butt wriggling as she rubbed hard with the nozzle on the side cleaning the sofa. Tiffany was dusting and wiping the furniture, lamps, mantle, and TV.

“Good job, girls.” She told them with a smile as she walked through.

In the kitchen, Alexandra, Mary, and Grace were doing their jobs diligently and quietly. Alexandra was doing the dishes and looked back to see her walk in and went back to work. Mary was in the dining room with Grace and they were sweeping and dusting. Grace bending over to pick up the wood cleaning bottle as Andrea watched her tits hang beautifully as she want bent over. God this is great, she thought as she watched the beautiful girls do their jobs naked. She left them to do their jobs in search of the four other girls and see how their progress is coming.

She found Julie and Amber in the hallway, and Julie was reaching up high as she washed the walls with a sponge and her breasts would rise with her arms and rub against the wet wall. Amber was sweeping the hallway and would bump into Julie sometimes with her arm as she walked by. Andrea found Kat on the floor in the bathroom bending over the side of the tub cleaning it as Brooke was scrubbing the toilet with the scrubber.

“You girls are doing a great job.” Andrea complimented them and watched Kat bend over little bit more to clean the far side of the tub.

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Maggie walked in and saw the living room looked much better now than when she last saw it. Well, they know how to clean well, she thought closing the door behind her. Walking through the house trying to find the other girls, Maggie put her jacket on the sofa along with her bag.

Walking through the house, she went upstairs to see if anyone was up there and as she reached the top step she heard talking in the bathroom. Opening the door she found four of the hopefuls in there with Andrea, two in the tub naked being washed by the other two as Andrea sat on the toilet and watched.

“God,” Maggie chuckled looking at was going on and knowing Andrea is getting wet from this. “You making them bathe each other?”

“They were all dirty and dusty after cleaning the house up.” She replied with a smirk.

Alexandra was washing Grace and Brooke was washing Mary. Grace had her back against Mary’s as they were getting their bursa merkez escort hair washed. Alexandra was using both hands to wash Grace’s red hair following the soap with her bare hands, as instructed. Alexandra squeezed the bottle of soap over her chest and watched the liquid soap slide down slowly to her breasts. Alexandra was getting turned on at this, as she reached out and used her bare hand to rub the soap in and all over her chest. Rubbing her breasts with her wet and soapy hands, she felt Grace’s skin become so wet and silky against her palm. Looking over, she saw Mary getting soapy now. Brooke running her hands all over her breasts and stomach, lathering the soap up all over her front.

Getting the bottle of soap again, Alexandra squeeze some on each side of her legs and a little bit in the patch of dark red hair above her pussy. Putting the bottle down and reaching down inside the tub, Alexandra rubbed all over Grace’s smooth legs and up to between her legs. That was when Alexandra had a point of no return to masturbate after this was done. She felt her soapy fingers rub all over Grace’s pussy lips before she slid up to her pussy hair and ran her fingers through that with the soap and saw it lather inside turning foamy and white within the curls. Grace had her eyes closed and was using Mary as support to keep straight up in the tub, as well was Mary doing the same with Alexandra when she felt Brooke’s hand cup her pussy and wash it thoroughly.

“Ok girls, get on your hands and knees.” Andrea told Grace and Mary. Seeing they now had their front part of their bodies cleaned and now their backs and behind legs need cleaned.

Both of the girls moving at the same time in the small tub full of water to get on their hands knees, each having their butt facing one another as they looked down at the water and tub. Alexandra looked over at Brooke and saw her nipples were hard as well. They were both to be naked while cleaning the two girls since they will be up for a bath after finishing with Mary and Grace. Looking at both the girls on all fours in the tub and their butts in the air, both Alexandra and Brooke looked at the bare pussy lips peeking between the pair of legs and a puckered little asshole along with shiny, wet butt cheeks.

Alexandra took the bottle of soap again and squirted some on Grace’s back and butt and watched it drip down the sides of her back and down her butt and between her cheeks. Handing the bottle off to Brooke, Alexandra rubbed lightly on Grace’s back making sure to get the soap all lathered up and foamy. Moving closer and closer down towards her butt, she felt the soft cheeks and rubbed them little harder to feel the softness and wetness of them. Running her fingers between her cheeks and up and down her little puckered hole. She was satisfied with how she cleaned her.

“Oh god!” Grace let out breathlessly as she felt Alexandra slide a soapy finger inside her asshole and wriggle it around.

Andrea saw this and gave a compliment to Alexandra for a good job on her thorough cleaning of her fellow hopeful. Maggie couldn’t take anymore of this and retreated to her room to finger herself and come back later when she is better focused. She couldn’t believe how willing and how far these girls will go to become part of the sorority.

After the baths were all finished up, the hopefuls were all called downstairs and were told to keep in their towels and were told to not finger themselves or get off in any way. When all the girls came down naked and holding their towels, Maggie came down, her face a little flushed after having a orgasm moments before. Andrea held back a grin from seeing her look so flushed as she is. The girls were all standing in a line as Maggie and Andrea was waiting for Hailey to show up from her class.

After about ten minutes went by and still no Hailey, Maggie and Andrea decided to go on without her and give the girls their next assignment.

“Ok, your next challenge is going to be walking around outside for an hour on campus ground wearing nothing but your towels.” Maggie explained to the girls who are now shocked by this challenge as well. “I understand the towels are too small to cover your whole body. So cover what you don’t want shown or try your best to cover your whole body if you think you can.” Maggie informed them all standing in their line.

Andrea smiled at the girls and looked up and down the line at the sight of ten naked girls holding their towels. She felt her pussy get wet again from the sights and what is to come. She saw their nipples stiff and pointed out, different shapes and sizes, some puffy others are flat, some wide and others small like erasers. Oh to suck and lick on them, she thought hearing Maggie give one more line before sending them off to do their challenge.

“And Andrea and I will be out there to monitor you all and make sure you keep walking around campus and don’t hide or anything for the whole hour.” She put the final touch on the challenge and told the girls to get their shoes on and to head out now.

“Andrea, you wait here for Hailey and tell her what is what and then you both get out to help me monitor.” She said following the girls out closing the door behind her leaving Andrea to again finger herself while waiting for Hailey to show up.

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Hera was angry.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to her friends, of course. There was a lot for Hera to be angry about; leading the heavens was no easy task, and neither Aphrodite nor Persephone envied her.

There was also the matter of her husband.

No amount of conversation, swears on the River Styx, or marriage counseling would make him loyal. Zeus took what he wanted, when he wanted, regardless of how Hera felt. Hera had to put up with it to keep her crown, and though Hera hated disrespect, she loved power even more.

So anger boiled within Hera, like tea that had been sitting in the hot kettle for too long.

Persephone suggested gardening as a way of therapy for her, as Hera had the tendency to cause drastic storms or go after his illegitimate children in fits of anger. Hera didn’t mind gardening—it put the Garden of Hesperides to good use—but no amount of dirt under her nails could replace the sludge in her heart.

“What did he do?” Persephone asked, kneeling beside Hera. With a few flicks of her wrist, she made the flowers she was planting blossom in gold.

Hera noticed them, but didn’t say anything. “What didn’t he do,” she huffed, planting more seeds behind the already-blossoming flowers. There was no real point to planting with Persephone around. Persephone could grow anything she wanted, but she was stuck on autopilot.

“Io,” Aphrodite said. She was lounging sideways on one of the benches, watching her two friends.

Hera groaned. “How did you know?”

“I’m the goddess of love, sweetheart,” Aphrodite said, inspecting her nails. “I know all that happens in my sphere.” She looked up and smirked at Persephone. “Zeus had an affair with a woman named Io and turned her into a cow to hide her from Hera. Of course, he forgot cows are Hera’s sacred animal…” She rolled her eyes.

“She’s gone now,” Hera said, voice stiff. “But the fact that he deceived me like that, that he thought I was so stupid!” She punched the earth and emitted a frustrated, anguished cry.

“You don’t need to focus on him,” Aphrodite said. She stood, see-through chiton practically falling off her shoulders. Hera was mostly amazed that she was seeing Aphrodite wearing something that could possibly resemble clothing if she squinted, but she couldn’t help the flush to her cheeks and pulse between her legs as she moved forward. “We’re here for you, however you want us to be.”

Hera swallowed. “Do you mean that?”

“I always mean what I say.”

Hera gave her a look.

Aphrodite shrugged. “To you, okay? I mean what I say to you.” As if it proved her point, Aphrodite untied the straps to her gauzy dress and let it tumble to the ground.

“You’re…offering to seduce me?” Hera managed. It was so hard not to stare at Aphrodite. Her brown skin practically glowed in the garden light. Her breasts and hips were large, giving a perfect ledge to hang onto as Aphrodite straddled her.

“I’m not offering,” she said with a grin. “I am seducing you.”

Aphrodite tugged Hera’s hair, pulling her head back and kissing her lips. Hera melted into the kiss, as though Aphrodite was absorbing all her pain. As she closed her eyes, she felt another pair of hands on her shoulders, slowly making their way down her chest.

Hera pulled back from bursa eskort the kiss enough to talk. “Persephone?” she asked.

Persephone leaned to Hera’s ear, her hair tickling her cheek. “Let us take care of you,” she whispered.

Arousal throbbed through Hera’s core. Normally, she kept anger and arousal quite divided, but the current state of her passion was difficult to decipher.

A thought occurred to Hera. “Aphrodite, you’re not…using your powers, are you?”

Aphrodite’s hand wandered down Hera’s thigh. “No. I only use my powers when I want something, with people easy to manipulate.” She gave her thigh a squeeze. “You’re too smart for that, and I respect you.” The hand wandered upward, tracing up and down her slit. “What you’re feeling is your attraction to us.”

Hera bit back a gasp as Aphrodite traced her slit lazily, just ghosts of touches. Persephone unfastened Hera’s chiton and helped her out of it, leaving the queen completely exposed in the Garden. After Hera was forced to sit again, Aphrodite forced her legs apart, kneeling before her queen. Hera heard a rustling of fabric behind her and felt Persephone’s bare breasts on her back.

Aphrodite gripped onto Hera’s hips, pulling her forward, and gave her slit an upward lick. All the while, Persephone’s hands wandered down Hera’s breasts, massaging them in her hands. Hera lifted a hand to cover her gasp, but Persephone forced them back down.

“Let us hear you,” she said with a laugh.

Hera flushed. She didn’t like anyone hearing her sexual moans. It was unbecoming of a queen, in her mind.

Aphrodite smirked up at her and, maintaining eye contact, spread Hera’s lower lips. With little warning, she began to devour her queen, her tongue lapping at her clit before sinking inside her hole. Hera shuddered, instinctively trying to bring her knees back together. She wasn’t used to such intense pleasure. It had been so long…

Aphrodite held her knees apart and continued her work, moaning into her core. Her nose brushed her clit as she thrust her tongue in and out of her, and Hera couldn’t fight the noises any longer.

“Is that good, my queen?” Persephone murmured into Hera’s ear. She focused on Hera’s nipples, rolling them gently between her fingers.

Hera couldn’t help herself. “Yes!” She gasped, quivering as Aphrodite curled her tongue. Hera wasn’t sure how what she was doing was physically possible, and with the added sensations on her breasts, it was almost too much to handle.

“Are you gonna come for us, my queen?” Persephone hissed in her ear. She gave her earlobe a nibble.

And that was all it took. With a scream, she fell back in Persephone’s arms in bliss, contracting over Aphrodite’s tongue. Aphrodite moaned as Hera spilled into her mouth. She withdrew her tongue and drank her up, leaving her with languid licks up and down her slit.

Persephone smiled down at Hera before giving her an open-mouthed kiss, stroking her quivering body.

Aphrodite gave Persephone a tap. “Shall we switch?”

Persephone giggled, then helped Hera on her back, laying her down on the bench. Aphrodite climbed up Hera’s body, positioning her mound above Hera’s mouth.

Hera quirked an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you just received. bursa bayan escort The taste of a beautiful woman.” And she sank down.

Hera, still dizzy from her orgasm, gave Aphrodite a clumsy lick, then suddenly gasped as she felt something slide inside her. Persephone was already fingering her.

“So wet,” she noted, curling her index finger.

Hera moaned into Aphrodite, making Aphrodite gasp and chuckle. She gripped onto Hera’s hair, digging her nails into her scalp. Hera grabbed onto Aphrodite’s ass, lifting her up slightly to better angle her tongue onto her clit.

“Oh, Hera!” she squealed, grabbing onto her own breasts. “I won’t last long if you do that!”

Hera smirked against her nether lips. “Then don’t last.” She slapped one side of her asscheeks, then dug in.

It wasn’t easy for Hera to retain her composure. She felt Persephone’s thumb linger on her clit, rubbing slow but powerful circles over the swollen nub as her index finger pushed against the spongy spot inside her. Hera could already feel herself leaking over Persephone’s hand, but she didn’t seem bothered.

“You’re so beautiful,” Persephone gushed. “Look at you, a perfect queen surrounded by beautiful women here to please you.”

“And she’s…ahh…so good at pleasing us, too,” Aphrodite moaned. “So gorgeous and so loving.”

Hera wasn’t sure why this was having such a profound effect on her. She wasn’t climaxing, but she felt her walls pulse against Persephone’s index finger. Chuckling, Persephone noticed her reaction and added another. Hera groaned, pushing her hips against Persephone’s hand for more contact.

“Look at you,” Persephone mused. “You’re loving this, aren’t you.”

Hera made an affirmative noise, her mouth still full of Aphrodite, who was already beginning to show signs of being close. She ground her hips against Hera’s tongue, slowly picking up the pace as she threw her head back and moaned.

“You haven’t gotten the attention you deserved,” Persephone continued, as Aphrodite was clearly too far gone to praise her queen. “A husband who hardly knows your worth. You can come to us, your beloved friends, anytime you need. Compared to you, we’re hardly more than servants of the world.”

Her pretty words were enough for Hera. As Aphrodite screamed her orgasm, spilling into Hera’s mouth, Hera splurted her second orgasm on Persephone’s hand. Hera was immobilized by Aphrodite’s thick thighs on either side of her head, but she could still lift her hips as she contracted, and Persephone pounded into her as she came, only slowing down when the spasms began to still.

Aphrodite climbed off Hera’s face, legs shaking. Hera, now being able to sit up, popped her neck and watched Persephone lick her palm and fingers clean.

“Just as sweet as I would’ve imagined our lovely queen to be,” Persephone says with a giggle.

“She’s so perfect,” Aphrodite agreed, voice husky. “I’m not done with her.”

Hera’s eyes widened. “I don’t think I have more in me.”

“Ridiculous. Bend over the bench.”

“But Aphrodite—”

“We’re gonna take care of you, Hera. We’re gonna treat you like a queen. Now, be a dear and bend over.”

Clumsily, Hera managed to lay with her stomach on the bench, her bursa ucuz escort ass exposed to Aphrodite.

“Hmmm.” Aphrodite walked over to Hera, giving her ass a test smack. Satisfied with the reddening handprint, she spoke again. “Persephone is also a queen. Why don’t you treat her like one, too?”

Persephone seemed to notice her cue and approached the bent-over Hera from the front, presenting her glistening slit to her.

“After what you’ve done to me,” Hera managed, “I’d love to.”

Persephone spread her legs and stumbled forward a bit. Hera brought her ever closer with a hand to her hip, and gave her a lick. Her taste had a fruity tang, sort of like pomegranates, with the hint of pollen behind it all, which she found quite pleasant. She wanted more.

Aphrodite smacked Hera’s ass again, making her bury her face between Persephone’s lips. Persephone let out a high-pitched squeal, gripping onto Hera’s auburn locks of hair and tugging.

“Time for your ultimate reward,” Aphrodite said.

Hera felt something hard rubbing her slit, which she recognized as some sort of phallus. Once Aphrodite had lubricated it enough with Hera’s own fluids, she pushed inside, and Hera moaned into Persephone’s hole.

“Ohhh, more!” Persephone gasped, using Hera’s hair to pull her closer to her aching core.

Aphrodite gripped onto Hera’s hips and began to thrust. Hera felt the smooth leather strapping the phallus onto place against her ass as their hips met. But Aphrodite didn’t linger. She thrust with excitable force.

To Hera, it felt almost as though the phallus was made for her. The ridges and curves hit her in all the right places, molding to her own form. Desperate for more, Hera brought her hips back toward Aphrodite, who was still cooing praises at her.

“What a magnificent ass you have, Hera. It looks especially stunning mottled with my handprints. You love this, don’t you, Hera? We’ll love your body as you deserve, better than you’ve ever felt.”

At the same time, Persephone was holding Hera forward by the hair, gyrating against her tongue. She, like Aphrodite earlier, couldn’t even manage the compliments Hera so desired, but was dissolving into a puddle of shrieks and moans.

“Oh, I’m close!” she squealed.

Hera lapped at her clit vigorously, eventually bringing the swollen nub between her lips. Persephone slapped both hands onto her head and screamed as she came, shuddering against Hera’s lips.

Moments later, Hera came undone for the third time as Aphrodite slammed into her, hard and fast. Hera stumbled forward as she came, nearly falling off the bench, but Aphrodite held her up.

Persephone kneeled before the bench, bringing their lips together. “You’re perfect, Hera,” she mumbled to her. “Thank you.”

Aphrodite slowly pulled out of Hera and summoned her strap-on away, coming forward to meet the two of them.

“You two were the ones behind all of this,” Hera replied. Her voice was a bit hoarse, her hips aching from all the attention. She wasn’t sure the last time she had ever felt like this, and it certainly was never from her husband. “Thank you.”

Aphrodite chuckled and gave Hera a kiss on the lips. “The almighty Queen of the Heavens is thanking us? Unheard of!”

Hera gave her a playful slap on the shoulder. “Enough of all that.” She pulled herself into a sitting position. “Did you two…mean what you said through all that?”

“What, that you deserve pleasure?” Aphrodite snorted. “Of course.”

“Any queen does,” Persephone agreed. “And we can live like queens anytime.”

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10. The Men They Couldn’t Hang

Thursday evening, I told Justine that I wouldn’t be back until late.

“Who ya fucking this time?” She didn’t sound pissed, just curious.

“No-one. Reuben and me are going to rehearse our routines for the club. He’s really hyped us up, so we need to be good. I’m going to his place for a dress rehearsal.”

“I see. Want an audience?”

“I — I guess yes. Let me just clear it with Reuben.” I reached for my phone.

Twenty minutes later, Reuben opened the door. “Hey, you must be Justine. Tommy’s been keepin’ you a secret, and I can see why. You’re one hot momma!”

Justine had applied some make-up and put on a tight top, a skirt and heels. Nothing too slutty, but just nicely and subtly sexy. By the look on her face, I could see she liked the look of Reuben.

“And Tommy hasn’t told me much at all about you, Reuben. And again, I can maybe see why.” She reached out to shake his hand, but he leaned in and kissed her. On the mouth. For several seconds. And her arms went around him, instinctively.

“Wow!” Justine said when they’d broken the clinch. “You’re a very direct young man.”

“Sure. People have called me worse than that. It sure beats ‘uppity nigga’. So Justine, can I fix you a drink?”

It turned out that Reuben’s range of alcohol was a little limited. Justine settled for a bourbon and soda, Reuben passed me a beer and then we headed to the bedroom to change while Justine settled into an armchair and read a magazine.

Five minutes later, we were back, in our cowboy outfits, both of us masked and with Stetsons and guns in holsters. (Turns out these were real, but not loaded). Each of us wore a kind of vest and a bandana, but no shirt.

“Mmm, pretty hot, but maybe start with the bandanas over your faces like outlaws,” Justine suggested. “What music are you gonna use?”

“Maybe Bon Jovi’s ‘Dead or Alive’,” Reuben replied.

“Cheesy. How about something by Clutch? Maybe ‘A Quick Death in Texas’?”

“Never heard it,” Reuben replied.

“I’ll get it on my phone. You got a Bluetooth speaker?”

A minute later, the song was blasting out of Reuben’s speakers. We listened, nodded to each other and I said “OK, let’s give it a try.”

So we started. We strutted, we circled each other, trying to act like two gunfighters sizing each other up. We faced off, swaying our bodies making mock-punches. Then we slipped off the vests. The music stopped.

“No, slower. Tease. The ladies want to get a view of those pecs and shoulders, but you need to reveal slowly. Face away from the audience, put your arms back and let the vests slide down and slip off. Then turn around so the audience get to see those bodies. Yes, like that. Wow, guys, that’s hot. The black and the white, and both of you ripped. That’s gonna moisten a few panties, believe me.”

We moved on, throwing the Stetsons away. “No, keep your hats on,” Justine suggested. So the next thing was the Velcro chaps. Some more mock fighting, then the gunfight bit, where we both drew out our guns, pretended to fire and both fell backwards.

“Guys, guys. Right, you need to lose the guns earlier. How about you draw, and then each of you knocks the gun out of each other’s hand? That means you have to wrestle. Two hunky guys, all muscles and testosterone, mock fighting in just their underpants — I’d pay to see that, and I reckon there’ll be a few fingers in panties while you’re doing it. Could you pull off each other’s chaps? Would that work?”

It was nearly an hour later, and we’d done the routine four times. Yes, the guns went earlier, we’d start mock-fighting, but we found we had to lose the chaps ourselves; it was too hard to remove each other’s. But the final part of the routine, which Justine suggested, involved each of us ripping off the other’s underpants, and then us both staring in amazement at each other’s cocks, before turning to the audience with looks of surprise on our faces, still wearing our Stetsons and holsters.

“You’ll need somewhere to put the tips,” Justine suggested, “and you can get more in a holster than just in a waistband.”

Another hour passed as we tried our ‘construction worker’ routine. This involved pretending it was hot and losing items of clothing along the way. The last move was ripping off our own underwear and mopping our foreheads with them. “OK, a bit weak, but you’ll be OK. You may have to mop up some woman juices as well.”

We ran through a couple of basic dance strips, one which involved Reuben turning a cartwheel, which we decided we had to do before he was naked, as his cock and balls flailed around too much.

“Tommy, could you do a handstand, or maybe even just a shoulder-stand?” Justine asked. I tried the former, but had to settle for the latter. I had the upper-body strength but not the balance. “Now both of you, get your underpants off and flip into a shoulder stand, side by side. No, turn your backs to the audience, then pants off, then shoulder stand — one, two three AND… Wow, gorukle escort that’s an impressive sight!”

Over the course of around two hours, Justine had rewritten most of our routines and given us a whole bunch of new ideas. Reuben and me were sweating, while Justine looked a little flushed, and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.

“Guys, that was awesome. You’re really going to crush it tomorrow night. Now, get showered and I’ll fix us some more drinks.”

It’s a little weird, showering in close proximity with another guy, especially when we were soaping each other’s backs, but that was as intimate as it got. “She’s quite a lady, that Justine o’ yours,” Reuben said as he was drying off. “She looks like she’s kinda strait-laced, but she ain’t. You still want another re-lay-sion-shit? I’d’ve thought you’d certainly have enough of the ‘lay’ part.”

“Justine is great,” I said, ignoring the invitation to talk about the sex, “but like I said, she’s a lot older than me.”

We went back into the main room with towels around our necks. Justine had put out two more beers and helped herself to another Bourbon.

“Now that’s how most of the ladies will want to see you. I guess you’ll be walking around like that. Will you be giving lap-dances?”

“Sure,” said Reuben. “That’s, like, a big part of the deal.”

“Tommy, do you know how to do one?”

“I — y’know, I’ve never thought about it. What do we do, Reuben?”

“Well, like, anything you like, but the lady ain’t supposed to touch you.”

“But you can touch her, right? With any part of your body. Any part? Am I right?” Justine gave Reuben a ‘frank’ look.

“Sounds like you seen this before, lady.”

“Once or twice,” Justine answered, teasingly. “But I’m concerned that Tommy doesn’t seem to know how to do it. Would you like to practice, Tommy. Or maybe Reuben can demonstrate how it’s done?”

I could see where this was going. “OK, Reuben. I think what Justine is saying is would you demonstrate on her how I should do a lap dance?” A shy smile appeared on Justine’s face. Reuben’s split into a broad grin.

To some R Kelly thing, Reuben gyrated in front of Justine as she sat in the armchair. His cock, now semi-hard, swung in front of her. He leaned forward, put his hands on the back of the chair on either side of her head and dangled the cock just inches in front of her face. Then he leaned back, spread his legs, straddled hers and ran the tip up her thigh from her knee to the hem of her skirt. By now he’d hardened enough to push it a little further, squatting down so his dick slid under the skirt and teased the skin of her upper thigh. A few slow thrusts under the skirt, and Justine gave a squeal.

“Ooh, naughty!”

Reuben turned to me and grinned, his cock still in the cleft between Justine’s thighs, most of it under her skirt. “Dirty gal ain’t wearin’ panties,” he informed me. “And she’s wet.” Justine gave a guilty smile.

He pulled back, and I could see that he was now fully hard and impressively big. He turned around, pushing his ass toward Justine’s face. Then he bent forward so that she had a real close-up view of his ass, balls and cock, which hovered close to the front of her t-shirt. Some more shimmies, as he switched around again and squatted so he was almost on her thighs, pointing his very erect dick straight up towards Justine’s titties. He moved upwards, running the tip over the front of her t-shirt, leaving a faint trail of pre-cum, then shifted to point his cock across her forearm, just skimming the skin, up and down. He lifted up and went around to the other side, and Justine sneakily turned her arm over. Reuben, grinning again, ran his cock down her forearm until he reached the open palm, and then slowly thrust it back and forward, almost daring her to close her fingers around him and give him a hand-job — which she coolly did.

After a few strokes, he moved behind her and draped his cock over the top of her head. She tilted her head backwards, and he swung his heavy dick across her face. Then Justine stretched farther back, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip.

“Hey, is that allowed?” I asked, surprised at what was going down.

“I guess we make up the rules, my man,” Reuben grinned back.

He let his cock rest on Justine’s face while she ran her tongue over the head.

“Hey, this is hurtin’ my neck. How about you come around and kiss me goodnight?”

So Reuben moved back around in front of Justine, squatted over her thighs and kissed her. The kiss went on for a while. Then Reuben slowly stood up, so his fully-erect dick was about two inches from Justine’s face.

“An’ you can kiss your hard friend goodnight too, ma’am. It’s, like, only polite.”

Justine’s smile was a picture. She leaned slightly forward, puckered up and kissed Reuben’s cock, right on the tip. And then she slowly opened her mouth, pushing forward until she had the head in her mouth. Reuben’s white grin split his dark face like a huge gash in a coconut.

“OK, altıparmak eskort bayan enough already,” I said. “This is supposed to be a cheap lapdance, not a full-blown blowjob. Let me have a try.”

It seems they were both a little reluctant when Reuben slid his cock out of Justine’s mouth and backed away, but it really was now my turn.

I tried to remember all of Reuben’s moves, but when I slid my rigid dick up under Justine’s skirt, she opened her legs and I hit something soft and very wet. “Oh, do that again, big boy!” she breathed, moving to increase the contact between my cock and her pussy. I slid up and down her open slit, and she let out a couple of contented sighs.

“Hey man, tease her, but don’t give her everything she wants. Remember, white boy; the lady has to pay for what she’s gettin’.”

I’d been enjoying the feeling of Justine’s pussy lips on my dick, so I reluctantly slid back, trying to re-trace Reuben’s route, down Justine’s arms — her palms up this time, so she stroked my dick with each hand in turn — and then across her face. I tried a variation, approaching from the side and rubbing my pre-cum over her cheek. And then she turned her head toward me and took a big mouthful of cock.

And about then, Reuben got down on his knees, pushed Justine’s legs wider apart and went in head first. I could feel Justine’s moan through my cock as Reuben’s tongue ran a wet trail up her slit. And a few moments later, her skirt was up around her waist and Reuben had his mouth and both hands fully engaged in Justine’s tight little slit as she gave me possibly the best blowjob she’d so far achieved on my dick.

Quite how it happened I can’t remember, but a few minutes later, Justine ended up kneeling on the chair and sucking my dick while Reuben fucked her from behind. With her mouth so full — and I promise you, Justine appeared to be trying hard to deep-throat me — all I could hear were muffled grunts and squeaks as Reuben really hammered away. But I noticed when she came; she almost bit my cock, and there were squeals coming from her throat. And then she got hold of my hips and kinda pushed me away.

“Tommy,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “Switch around. Fuck me hard like Reuben did. Reuben, get the condom off. I want to suck you dry.”

I was pleased to see that Reuben had been wearing a condom. Justine and me, we had an understanding; bareback with each other, safe with anyone else. It seemed that Reuben kinda understood this too, or maybe he’d fucked so many women for money that every time he put his dick in one, he automatically rubbered-up first.

So we moved around a sweat-covered, panting Justine, a little like we’d circled each other during our act, and resumed our spit-roasting. Reuben had already stretched Justine’s nicely-snug pussy, so I went in quickly and easily. There was, of course, none of Rosa’s aversion to deep penetration, and I felt Justine come again only a minute or two after I’d started a rapid jackhammer routine, slamming repeatedly into the depths of her cunt and forcing her forward onto Reuben’s cock.

When the three of us finally separated, there seemed to be a lot of fluids around. In addition to two generous loads of semen, there was a mess of throat-goo and a pool of pussy-juice, all dribbling out of Justine. She seemed utterly spaced-out, and only seemed to be able to let out gasps and hoarse whispers. Reuben fixed her another bourbon and soda, which she gulped down, presenting her glass to request another — and then another.

That night, we slept in the same bed, Justine between Reuben and me. It felt a bit weird, but I’d certainly enjoyed this threesome a heck of a lot more than the one I’d had with Faith and Bryan. After breakfast, I took Justine home before driving on to college. She was very quiet on the journey, so when we got to her place, I asked Justine how she felt about the night before.

“Tommy, that was probably the best sex I’ve had in a very long time. My throat and pussy are both sore this morning, and I have a slight hangover from all the whiskey I drank, but I still get a little flushed when I think about what you guys did to me last night. I hope you don’t mind that I let your friend fuck me.”

“Why should I mind? You don’t object when I fuck other women, I’m almost certainly gonna fuck some more tonight, and I love it that Reuben gave you such a good time.”

“And you, Tommy. Don’t forget, that last orgasm was on your cock. You can always make me come, and I love that.” She leaned over and kissed me. “Will I see you before your show tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll come home and shower first.”

“Cool. I’ll fix us something light to eat. You wouldn’t want to strip — or fuck — on an empty stomach. And I guess there won’t be another cum-shower for me tonight?” She smiled.

“Sorry, no, baby. I need to keep it all in so I can use it for the paying public.” It was my turn to lean over and kiss her.

At college, I found it hard to concentrate on my nilüfer eskort bayan classes. My thoughts keep going back to the previous night, and then forward to what I was going to do that night. Stripping for Justine, giving her a lap dance and then fucking her had been so hot, but I wondered whether I could do that in public. I guessed that fucking a woman in the open area of the club, in front of an audience of other women, was probably not allowed, but almost everything else would have to happen with many ladies looking on. Would I be nervous? Could I perform? Could I even get it up?

It didn’t help that I saw Brianna and Minnie in the hallway. Minnie smiled and said “Hi!” like she was pleased to see me, but Brianna just gave me a look and said “Next time you’re around, you must introduce us to your boyfriend.” I nearly suggested they come to see me at the club, which would’ve stopped the taunts for good, but it was more important to me, back then, to retain my anonymity than score points with a girl I’d refused to fuck.

So that evening, after showering, having a small dish of pasta Alfredo and getting a very hot and passionate kiss from Justine, I arrived at the club around eight. Reuben was already there, and my costume, which I’d left at his place, was laid out on a table in what passed for a dressing room.

I’d undressed and started to put on my costume for the first performance when the door opened and in came the cute girl from the audition. I remembered that the boss lady had called her Francine. I saw her eyes widen as she took in two semi-naked male bodies. She smiled.

“Hey guys, just to let you know. When you’ve finished your routine, it’s usual to head off the stage and circulate among the audience. I’ll clear the stage of your outfits and bring them back here.” She looked down and the bulge in the front of my underpants, then at Reuben’s dick, as he hadn’t started to dress. “My, I’m sure the ladies will be delighted with what you have to offer. Do you mind if I have a feel before you start?”

I looked at Reuben, who smiled back.

“Sure. Are you, like, a fluffer, Francine?”

She smiled. “Please call me Frankie — all my friends do. But no, not really. I just like the feel of dick. But maybe I could do something like that if it would help.” She moved between Reuben and me, took Reuben’s dick in one hand and slid the other inside my pants to stroke mine. It felt very good.

I’d heard people talk about ‘fluffers’, who allegedly worked in the porn industry, back in the 70s and 80s. They’d be employed to blow a porn actor who couldn’t get an erection before a scene. I’d be happy to let her perform that service on me, before or after the show — or even on stage if it was allowed. And the gentle hand-job was working its magic.

“Mmm, nice!” she said. “So big! You guys are really gonna blow the ladies away tonight.”

“Maybe one or two of them would like to blow me too,” Reuben said with a sly smile.

“You’re really pretty,” I said to her. “I don’t know what they’re paying you here, but surely you could earn more as a stripper.”

She smiled back at me. Yes, she really was pretty, and quite cute looking. She seemed about my age. She had long, blonde hair, a turned-up nose, big blue eyes, a petite frame with tits that seemed a little too large for her, slim hips and nice long legs. She had on a pair of denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. I could see no sign of a bra.

“I did work for a while as a stripper. I – I even turned some tricks, but the guys weren’t nice. Some were OK, some even tried to make me come, and a few succeeded. But are lot were skuzzy and some wanted to hurt me or treat me badly. I enjoy nice dicks, but I really don’t like nasty assholes.” She smiled. “And your dicks are really nice.” She said the word ‘really’ with a kind of breathlessness.

“If you’d like some later — not tonight, but when maybe we’re not busy — I’d be happy to offer it; no charge. And I’ll be nice to you. Promise.”

She smiled broadly. By now, she’d made me almost fully hard, and my cock was sticking up through the waistband of my pants.

“I’m sure you would. You seem a nice guy. Both of you do.” For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten about Reuben, even as she was stroking his cock. “But, ohmygod, I don’t know if I could — if I could take that!” she said with a wide-eyed expression. “It’s enormous. I mean, even Reuben here isn’t that big, and he’s pretty huge.”

I could see that Reuben was enjoying the treatment he was getting. I was tempted to see whether the pair of us should give Frankie a treat before the show. Then I glanced at the clock. Shit, we had just fifteen minutes!

“Hey, Frankie, I appreciate your help in getting us ready, but we need to get our costumes on now. I think if I let you do any more, the ladies out there are gonna be disappointed.” I leaned in and kissed her. It was a nice kiss. And her nice perky tits felt good through her t-shirt, pressed against my chest. Definitely later. And not too much later. She smiled at me and left.

It was hard to get my erect cock back inside the tight, tear-off underpants. I had to aim it sideways and refasten the Velcro straps. I could see that Reuben had the same problem. I thought ‘if I have a problem getting hard tonight, I’m going to remember Frankie’s hand-job.’

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Rules of the Game

A few weeks go by after the initial ‘session’ with Kylie. My mind races back to that day and I instantly get hard. I tell myself it was a one time deal and that i’ll let her initiate the next move.

Then my phone rings. It’s Kylie.

“Hey do you have a few minutes this morn?” She asks.

“For you?, absolutely,” I reply with a slight pause trying not to sound too anxious.

The rear door bell rings a few minutes later.

I motion Kylie to come in.

“Hey Jay!” I hear unexpectedly as I walk out of the kitchen.

There behind Kylie is her best friend Hanna.

Oh well, I though. Maybe just a normal visit today.

“Hey Hanna,” I say smiling back as I greet them. “Been a little while.”

Hanna is happlly married with two kids of her own, but she must work out everyday as she looks so toned. The perfect MILF,

“Yes it’s been too long,” she says with a cute smirk.

“So looking to borrow more cream for your coffee?” I say to Kylie as I walk past her heading toward the fridge.

“Well kind of…” she says with a slight nervous giggle.

My head turns quickly, glearing inquisitively in her direction.

“I Told Hanna about my visit last time,” she states looking at Hanna and then back at me.

I really didnt expect Kylie to say anything to anyone about our encounter. Kind of risky the more people who know about it.

“Um…OK..?” I state expecting clarification.

“Well, first of all she said it sounded really hot”

“And second?” I interrupted gazing over at Hanna as she starts to blush.

“And second, she has never been with another guy other than her husband Rick, let alone seen another guys dick”, Kylie replies.

“Interesting”, I state as I feel my penis starting to throb.

“Well we were thinking, maybe we can hold another mutual masturbation session while she watches? Just to clear her curiosity of course”, she states.

Oh man, just the thought of the two of them watching me jerk off is enough to send my head spinning.

“Well I dont mind”, I reply. “As long as we lay down some ground rules.”

“OK”, says Hanna.”Lets list the rules.”

“Rule number 1, all parties involved should be totally naked.. only fair”, I state.

“OK”, They both agreed.

“Rule Number 2, No contact between parties unless agreed upon before hand”

“No problems there”, States Kylie with a wink.

“Rule number 3, No one else hears about this outside of our group”

“Definitely!”, says Hanna quickly. “I’m just a little curious”

“Well, if we all agree… lets head to the bedroom”, I state pointing to my room.

Good thing I upgraded to a king size bed this summer.

“You two arent shy seeing each other naked?” I say as we escort bayan all start undressing.

“We are women”, says Kylie “We have seen each other naked before. You know changing up and stuff.”

“Yeah, what was I thinking?” I state as I gaze over at two fine women with perfect asses.

“Well it looks like you’re excited!” Says Kylie looking at my erect penis springing from my shorts.

“Its been a long couple of weeks I guess”, I reply looking forward to another big release.

“Wow! That’s a nice looking cock”, Says Hanna as she stares at the precum starting to glisten on the tip.

“Thanks”, I reply as both of them proceed to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Where do you want me?” I ask holding the shaft of my dick, ready to stroke away.

Kylie moves back away from the edge planting both feet up on the bed exposing her moistened lips.

Hanna does the same nervously looking at my cock in hand and Kylie’s swollen mound. Both of their pubic areas were shaved bald showing everything in its glory.

“Ok, you stand two feet away in front of us and follow our instructions”, States Kylie.

“ok, I can work with this”, I reply.

“We will instuct you on how we want you to stoke your cock, which includes stopping when we tell you”, Instructs Kylie.

“Ok”, I state agreeing with anything at this point.

Kylie starts by rubbing her clit, spreading her lips as she strokes up and down her slit, spreading her wetness.

Hanna starts doing the same, biting her lip as she watches Kylie rubbing her mound.

“Ok grab your shaft but dont start stroking yet”, Kylie commands. ” Just hold and watch.”

It is getting really difficult watching these two beauties woking their pussys slowly, watching female arousal at its finest.

“Now use your thumb to spread that precum all over the tip”, Kylie says between sensual breaths in synch with her hip grinding.

I find it hard to decide which one to watch as they are both amazing sexual creatures, knowing how to make themselves feel good.

I run the precum all over the tip as Kylie instructed. Hanna lets out a few moans watching me touch my throbing member.

“Now stroke your shaft slowly from the base to the tip.”

I do as Kylie commands as she rubs her breasts. I stroke slowly down to the base then up to the tip.

Hanna spreads her pussy lips and inserts a finger matching me stroke for stroke.

“Oh this is so hot!” She states as I watch her juices running down the crease of her ass.

“You look so amazing doing that”, I say to her trying to control my pace.

“Now stroke a little faster following my pace”, commands Kylie as she inserts two fingers, moaning as they slide in and out.

Their moans get altıparmak escort bayan a little louder as I stroke my cock at their pace. My cock throbing with each stroke.

“Now hands off!” states Kylie. “Just watch… ugh… as we finger ourselves in and out..ohhh.”

The moans and the sounds of their wet fingers moving in and out like a wet cock has me wanting more. I have to maintain control.

“That’s it… ohh.. just watch…”, says Kylie then glances over to watch Hanna.

Hanna is so into masterbating… heaving breaths amid the moans as she looks me in the eyes then down to my cock.

“Start stroking it slow again”, breaths Hanna looking like she wants to take my cock at that moment.

I start stroking slowly, moaning with each stroke.

“Thats it, a little faster now”, Kylie again commands. “Move closer in front of me.”

I step forward, a foot from the bed. The smell of sex in the air as we all are stroking in synch. My balls start throbing in anticipation of a release soon.

“Oh, hand off again”, she commands seeing how close I was.

Both of them are so wet with their juices flowing. They are so turned on with this unique experience of control.

“Would you mind steping to the edge of the bed?” Kylie says reaching out her wet fingers.

“Not in the least”, I state as she strokes my cock with her juices.

“Thats better, now stroke fast!” She says as she rubs her clit quickly.

I cant believe how close I am to her now. Essentially between her legs and inches from her wet pussy. I start stroking my cock faster with the additional lubrication provided by her cum.

I look over at Hanna as she keeps pace, moaning with each stroke of her own. Imagining what it might be like to feel another mans cock inside her.

As we start stroking at a feverish pace our breathing quickening, I sense Hanna reaching her peak.

“Oh my god… im gonna cum… im gonna cum”, as she starts trembling with a impending orgasm.

“Oh Hanna, cum for him, watch him stroke his meaty cock for you”, Kylie moans as she strokes her own pussy.

I step over so I am in front of Hanna as she stares at my cock so close to her pussy, stroking vigorously.

“Oh God… Oh Fuck”, she exclaims as she raises her feet from the bed, body crunching as an orgasm floods her entire being.

“Fuck yeah.. thats so good”, Kylie tells her friend. “Cum all over for him…ohhh.”

I Slow my pace down as Hanna comes down from her sexual high stroking her pussy slowly spreading her cum all over.

“That was amazing!” She giggles trying to catch her breath.

“ugh…. sure was…”, Moans Kylie as she locks eyes with her satisfied friend. “Step back in front nilüfer eskort of me now”, She commands.

I step to the right, so im at the edge of the bed again, in between her spread legs.

“Let me touch that lovely shaft of yours.”

She puts her hand on my shaft again adding her own sweet scent to mine. She leans back again and reaches out with her feet to stroke my shaft with them.

“Oh my god”, I state as I didnt realize how much of a turn on it was. Her toes and soles of her feet running along my hard shaft.

“Kylie!” Says Hanna as she moves closer to watch.

“You’re right Hanna. Rule number 2”, Kylie responds. “Sorry big boy, you’re going to have to do it on your own”, as she puts her feet in the air moving closer to the edge of the bed.

I’m now inches away from her wet lips. One quick pelvic thrust and my tip slides right in. I stroke vigorously as she starts moaning, penetrating using her fingers with equal enthusiasm.

“Oh my God… oh… oh… fuck… so fuckin hot”, she stammers as her own orgasm begins.

“oh fuck… cum with me… cum with me…”, toes curling as she moans with each orgasmic contraction.

“oh fuck… I’m cuummmming!!…..”, she yells in ecstasy. “I’m Cummming!”

“Cum for her”, moans Hanna still rubbing her clit as she watches her friend.

“Here it comes”, I state as a large load of cum explodes from my cock streaming onto Kylies stomach.

Stream after stream of cum explodes with each stroke of my pulsating cock. It was such a huge orgasm.

“Oh my god!.. So much cum”, Kylie states as she looks down at her stomach coated with my ejaculate.

“Look at all that!” Exclaims Hanna in amazement at seman from another man on her friend.

“Im so sorry, I didnt mean to get any on you… I was just too close..”

“Better on my stomach then in me…”, She states as she plays with some on her finger.

“You remember I had a vesectomy right?” I stated just as additional re-assurance to her. Although, I imagine she would not want to explain how she got anther mans cum inside of her.

“Oh thats right, I forgot”, she says as she licks some from her finger. “Tastes better then my husbands.”

Hanana looks at her friend in amazement. “I cant believe you just did that!”

“Arent you a little curious?” Stated Kylie. “Its not like we had sex. Just seeing if it tastes different.”

Hanna looks at Kylie then runs her finger across Kylie’s stomach gathering some cum in the process.

Sticking her tongue out, she samples some from her finger.

“Does taste different”, she states. “Really good!” licking more off her finger.

“Must be the pineapple juice I’ve been having every morniing”, I state. Really wishing I was able to sample their love juices myself.

“Keep doing what you’re doing”, Kylie winks as Hanna takes a few licks of cum off her stomach.

“Let me get you something to clean up with”, I tell them as I leave the bedroom.

Hope this is just the beginning of an awesome summer.

‘To be Continued…’

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All I could think of the whole time she was yelling at me was me grabbing her husband’s hair as he had his face dug deep into my pussy licking and sucking my fleshy insides. I had had enough of the lady whose house I worked as a maid servant in India. Her verbal abuse had increased in the past few days and now I was sure I was going to quit.

She picked on every single thing I did, yelled at me for coming to work even a few minutes late and sometimes made fun of the way I looked. And this abuse was demoralising for me a woman in her mid 20s and she was a middle aged woman. But I wanted to do this one thing before quitting. I wanted to take revenge on her. And I had a wild idea on exactly how to do it.

I knew that her husband, who was also middle aged kinda fancied me. It wasn’t out in the open. It was just a glance here and there. I knew he found me attractive and was generally nice and pleasant to me. He didn’t stick up for me I think mainly because he didn’t want to interfere in his wife’s business and me along with taking care of the house was his wife’s domain. I was going to approach her husband, do something wild sexually, have my fun and leave the house and never come back.

But it would have to be something memorable. Something he would never forget. So i wanted for a day when he was home alone and his wife was away. I dint know how much of a window we had time wise, but if anything was to happen it would have to be now. He was lying down on his bed. I slowly crept towards him. He opened his eyes and was startled to see me. I had to do something to let him know my intentions.

So I immediately unhooked my blouse and opened up my bra to let my breasts hang naked. His eyes opened and he gulped. He know exactly what was going to happen next. I then went and sat besides him as he lie down. He looked towards the door and I assured him that it was locked. I then took his hand and placed them on my breasts and indicated to him to fondle me. He slowly started kneading my breasts and pinched my dark nipples a bit görükle escort bayan and I bit my tongue as my body felt the mixture of pleasure and pain charging though my veins.

I then straddled his chest in a kneeling position. I scooted forward until thighs were on either side of his head. He then rested his arms beside my thighs. He kept looking into my eyes. It was an ironic twist how the color of the inside of my thighs and his face matched but the rest of my body was darker. Indians are obsessed with fair skin and I bet if every man got to see the inside of my thighs he would think I was the most beautiful Indian woman. I glanced at my thighs and stuck his tongue out. He kissed them a few times, and then started licking them.

I didn’t mind. It tickled a bit but it was getting me wet and this meant I was ready. I then grasped the headboard and lowered my body. My vulva was now in contact with his face and mouth. I slowly started grinding his face. Hs tongue flicked in an out of my vulva, and I tried to get the tip of face submerged inside my vagina lips. When I looked closely I could see the tip of his nose glistening with my vagina juices. For some time I had him keep his face still so I could shove as much of my pussy into his face.

He had a thick moustache as most Indian men and it was cute to see it blend and even contrast with my curly pubic hair. The thinness and silkiness of my pussy hair scraping and tussling with the thinness of his moustache. He was so complaint and in sync with me. I knew he never ever did anything like this with his wife, that shrew. No way. I undid my hair and he reached behind my back, held the bottom of him hair and started gently tugging. I had my face up and my eyes looking up at the ceiling as his tongue swished, swirled, slurped, and sucked the insides of my vagina.

Every once in a while as I slightly bounced and scraped my pussy over his mouth, I paused and positioned my ass on top of his mouth. I had an itching for my ass crack to also be licked, altıparmak eskort slurped and made wet. He obliged and slid his tongue up and down my crack. I could feel the slight wet tingle of his throbbing tongue around my black, glistening and opening asshole.

I tried to open up my asshole as much for his tongue to protrude in as possible. Oh, I was starting to love this man. This man I barely paid attention to but who I know masturbated fantasising having sex with me. I knew he lusted after me, wanted me and yearned for me. I loved him now for the way he slid his tongue along my ass cracking but just at the point of my asshole he flicked and slurped. I laughed to myself imaging if my asshole had a tongue and so I cold French kiss him. But for now I had to settle for his tongue slipping and splashing around my hole and along my crack.

I could feel the wet coolness of his saliva on my ass hair. No servant had served so well a house as this man served me and my asshole. He earned his monthly salary in those few minutes.

My breasts were swelling, my nipples getting erect, my thighs quivering. I knew what this meant, I was about to squirt. And squirt i did. All over his face. Oh what a beautiful sight. It was as if my pussy and absorbed all his saliva as he sucked my vagina and returned it to him in the form of my squirt as a shower of blessing.

Just when I thought we were done, we heard my master’s voice. She was speaking on the phone. That woman had returned from wherever she had gone and guess what? She was talking about me with one of her skinny ass friends.

I could hear her complain about me. Lies. All lies. Now I was pissed. But I wasn’t going to storm out of there. No. I did the next best thing. I made her husband whose face was still under my now dripping pussy now re position his face. i gave him a look. He looked scared. He was wondering if I was feeling bad for the way his wife was talking about me.

I gave him a look to say I wasn’t feeling bad. And nilüfer escort that now I was going to give him the best sexual experience he was ever going to have in that marriage bed. So I gently positioned my self on top of his face. I spread my pussy lips just a bit and placed them every so gently just over his lips. I let him stick his tongue out, and then I started grinding.

Slowly, very slowly. And then picked up the pace, gently, very gently. By now my master she made her way towards the bedroom door. She tried opening the door but it was obviously shut. She yelled for her husband to open it, but guess what. He couldn’t answer. Because my pussy was all over his mouth and face and i was sucking his life, his essence, all he could ever feel and hope in his marriage into my pussy. He was letting all his passion, all his sex, his soul slide out of his mouth and into my pussy.

My pussy was his shrine now. I was sucking out his life and was going to take it with me forever. And now I started moaning. Yeah, moaning loud enough for her to hear on the other side of the door. And I’ll tell you what? My moaning was such that she did not have to imagine very hard to know exactly what was happening inside.

My moaning carried her husband’s soul that was sucked by my pussy and was now emitted though my mouth in my moaning and growling. My moans echoed and reverberated all along the walls of the house. I was marking this house. It was mine. My wetness, my smell, my flesh, all evaporated in the heat of my passion with her husband and as now staining the walls.

She tried banging the door and shouting her husband’s name. But i just kept on grinding. And he was so into it, so lost in me, so absorbed by my pussy, I’m sure he even forgot her name.

After we were done, I got up very quietly. Stood up naked. My pussy was throbbing and glistening with her husband’s saliva. I walked towards the door. I was still naked. And with my clothes in one hand and with the other I opened the door.

She was standing there, mouth wide open. I then very slowly inserted my fingers and palms into my wet pussy, and brought it towards her face. And then ever so gently as her face was still frozen, I smeared her lips and mouth with my wet fingers. Wet from his saliva. They had kissed. Husband and wife. The most erotic kiss ever.

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Chapter 3: The More, The Merrier?

No one was answering the door, so Dan kicked it open. It was unlocked. Amazed, and worried, he barged into the front hall and looked around. There was no sign of Matt anywhere. He must be staying at a hotel, Dan reasoned. He closed the door behind him and ventured into the kitchen. It was spotless. A little bewildered now, Dan went back into the hall, removed his sneakers, and eased into the living room.

The place was empty except for Susan’s coat, which was tossed across the sofa. Suddenly a female voice erupted from the corner, startling him.

“Missing something?”

He whirled around to see a blond woman sitting, almost hidden, on the armchair in the corner. She was gorgeous, wearing shorts that showed off her long, slim legs and a belly shirt that barely covered her ample chest. She rose from the chair and walked over to him, rubbing a hand absently across her flat stomach. Her sharp green eyes bore into Dan’s, making him uncomfortable. He moved away from her.

“I—I’m just looking for Susan,” he stammered, trying not to peer down her shirt at her chest. “I was told that Matt, her ex, was here with her. Where is she?”

The woman chuckled. “You’re cute.” She reached up to kiss his cheek, but he pushed her away gently.

“Look, lady, I just want to know where Susan is.”

“She’s in her bedroom. But don’t bother looking for her. She and Matt are in the middle of something, if you catch my drift.” She smirked at him as he started off to Susan’s room.

“Oh, God.” He was too late. Crushed and defeated, he went to the nearest chair and slumped down into it. Everything was all fucked up now. Susan surely wouldn’t want to hear from him, and Matt was probably going to get after him, anyway.

“Poor baby.” The woman settled into his lap, facing him, holding him down firmly with both hands. “You were looking to görükle escort get with her, weren’t you?”

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but please get off me right now. I’m already in love with someone else, and I don’t need this—”

“But she doesn’t love you back, does she?” The woman stared hard at him. She already knew the answer. Tricia had been over this many times with Susan already.

“Hey, what are you saying?” Incensed, Dan started to throw her off to the side, but she stayed in place. Damn, she was strong.

“I’m saying, I want you for myself.” Tricia swooped in, unannounced, and kissed Dan hard on the mouth, startling him. She kissed him almost roughly, intensely, until he responded in kind. Her hands went to work on the belt on his jeans, unbuckling it.

* * * * *

Susan had long since untied Matt and they were lying side by side in her bed together, both naked. Matt had a satisfied lazy grin on his face while Susan was expressionless.

“I love you, Susan,” he admitted with a sigh, giving in to her, to the moment. His hand brushed hair from her forehead, tracing an invisible line with his finger. “I love you, too, Matt.”

* * * * *

Dan suddenly came to his senses and pushed Tricia away, his face intense and serious. “Get off me, you whore.” He stalked towards the kitchen, wiping off his mouth. His jeans had been unbuckled and unzipped, so he kicked them off, not caring how he looked.

Stunned, Tricia sat down on the couch and didn’t follow him. She exhaled heavily.

In the kitchen, Dan went searching through the refrigerator and pulled out an unopened bottle of Michelob. He popped it open and took a huge swig, then returned to the living room. Tricia didn’t even look at him. He ran a hand through his hair, tired.

“Look, I’m sorry I called you a whore. But you’ve got to understand, I’m in love with eskort bayan Susan. Now, where is she, really?” “She’s upstairs, in her bedroom, like I said.” “With Matt, huh?” “Yeah. I guess they’re getting back together.” Tricia’s tone became genuinely sympathetic. “You love her, don’t you?” “Of course I do. But I was a shit-head. I never made the right moves on time.” “Well, if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.” “Right,” he said sarcastically, taking another sip. He glanced at her. “I mean, thanks.”

A man’s footsteps were heard coming down the stairs, and Dan sat forward sharply, tensing up again. Susan’s lighthearted giggle came right after that. “Oh, Matt, you wouldn’t do that…would you?” Matt and Susan rounded the corner into the living room, Susan pulling a bathrobe tightly around her, and they stopped and stared at the other two.

“Oh, my God.” Susan’s eyes went wide. “Were you two just making out?” “No! No! I came to see you!” Dan bolted off the couch towards her. “Get away from him! Susan, I need to talk to you now!” “Don’t even come near her, punk,” Matt growled, grabbing a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall. “I swear, I’ll break your head open. Who is this nut, Susan?” “It’s okay, he’s a friend. For Christ’s sake, put that bat DOWN!” She grabbed the bat from him and went to push Dan back onto the couch, taking his hand in hers. “Dan, what the hell are you doing here?!”

He stared at her, incredulous. “She told me that Matt was here, so I came over right away, because I wanted to say—” He stopped just in time.

“You wanted to say what?” “I—Susan, I love you! Don’t go back to that loser! He’s not good enough for you.”

Matt grabbed the bat again. “You miserable bastard! Don’t tell her what to do.” Something inside Dan snapped, and he wrenched the bat out of Matt’s startled grip, throwing it aside to the floor. altıparmak escort Then he pushed Matt back a foot. “You better watch it, moron.”

Matt raised his arm to punch him, but Dan was quicker. He intercepted the haymaker, but then Matt slammed his other fist into Dan’s stomach. When Dan bent over, groaning, Matt kicked him in the face. Susan gasped out loud and tried to pull Dan back, but Tricia restrained her, shaking her head no. While Dan was rolling around on the floor, clutching his stomach, Matt picked up the baseball bat again.

“No, Matt! Stop it! That’s enough!” Susan broke away from Tricia and made for the bat in his hands. Matt threw her to the side, enraged, and a hush fell over the room.

“Oh, buddy, you asked for it, ” Dan growled. “You can knock me around all you want, but you do not lay a hand on her. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” “You amuse me, buddy.” Matt was smirking. “Trying to play the hero even though you’re completely fucked up.” “You’re the fucked up one.” Dan grabbed a heavy encyclopedia book from the table and started to swing it at Matt’s head, when he suddenly went ashen and crumpled on the floor. Tricia was standing over him, flushed, panting from when she had just kicked him in the groin. This time, Dan didn’t get up. He knew it was over. He’d lost her again.

Susan took the encyclopedia from his hand. Her face held no expression. “I think that you should leave, Dan. You’re just causing more trouble for everyone.”

“Fine. I see how it is.” Dan staggered to his feet, biting his lip in pain. He seemed near tears. “I just wanted you to know, I love you. I always have. I just wish…” He slowly put his jeans back on, not looking at any of them.

They were all staring at him now. He didn’t finish his sentence, but instead muttered, “I’ll see you later.” He limped out into the front hall and out the door. No one said anything for the longest time. Tricia picked up the beer bottle and walked into the kitchen to finish it, lost in thought. Susan went to Matt, who wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry. The afternoon faded into darkness and still they didn’t move, absorbed in each other.

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I am a systems and procedures analyst and a damn good one. Now, I know you are thinking: ‘What a boring job!’ Well, since I am self employed it is not really a job and also maybe not boring the way I do it.

The latest system I analyzed is an illegal drug acquisition and processing center. My analysis focuses heavily on the cash flow side of the operation. I then use the information gained from my systems analysis. When the amount of cash on hand is expected to have reached a practical maximum, I attack a weak point [actually several weak points] in the operation and, in the vernacular, ‘rip off the sumbitches’ for several million dollars in cash.

Now you are probably asking, ‘Why would a man rip off a drug dealer? He might anger the dealer and those kind of guys are not the kind you really want angry at you.’

My answer is relatively simple. I like the idea of being a sort of modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the evil rich and [eventually] distributing some of the money to the poor. Also, the evil rich tend to have a hell of a lot more cash on hand than either the honest rich or the poor.

However, it is observant of you that you should mention that I might leave the drug dealer and his pissed off men rather angry at me. Since I have anticipated the anger of those I left poorer and little wiser, I have equipped myself properly.

I am driving a Camaro, of fairly recent vintage, although not new. The Camaro has seen some major professional modifications from what was originally provided by General Motors. The suspension is the same general thing they use in NASCAR, except that the racing boys have to follow certain rules, I do not. The engine is a 383 turbo unit, built for long distance use, rather than drag racing. As a result, the Camaro has to just do the best it can with only 728 dyno proved horsepower at 6600 RPM. There are cars that can catch my Camaro and you can see most of them racing at the Indianapolis 500.

I leave the drug dealer’s facility with my ‘laig in the injection’ as they say. I quickly outdistance the drug dealer’s boys [and several law enforcement boys as well, the Camaro is fast but not all that quiet.] Once I have achieved separation, I leave the main highways and begin to use the side roads I have scouted out for my escape. I will deliver the Camaro to the garage where I had the car built and swap ‘Fast Freddy’ for a more civilized vehicle. Fast Freddy will then be sold by the garage to someone far away and my escape will be complete.

I have run fast, far and cleverly. However, just when I am ready to really lose myself in the boondocks, a road I need is blocked with a nasty traffic accident. I do not want to try to edge past the police investigating the accident. In any case, a night’s sleep will leave me in better shape to continue safely. If I do need to again outrun some of the drug lord’s searchers and/or the police, I don’t want to try it as tired as I am.

It is Xmas eve and the malls are still crowded with last minute shoppers. I park Fast Freddie in a well lighted mall lot and escort bayan bursa stroll into the mall. [I should note here that Fast Freddie is protected by a state of the art alarm system and sports a little sign which states ‘In case of emergency I dial 357.’]

I wander through the mall, dodging insane little kids being chased by frantic moms. It is not too long before I see what I am looking for.

My target is a fairly attractive young lady with the empty eyed stare of a woman with no family, no friends and no hope. I let her run into me, pushed by the mobs. As she clutches me to keep from falling, I ask, “Why so sad on this day?” She doesn’t want to answer, but I have a light hold on her. I then say, “Come and share a bit of my good fortune!”

Before she can tell me to screw off, I have gently guided her to a stand where the Sisters of Charity or something are selling egg nog with the proceeds to the two headed orphans. I secure two steaming paper cups and we sit in a semi-quiet nook with the holiday mob streaming past. We toast each other with the egg nog.

We then talk. It seems that she is a long way from home and family. It is her first Xmas away from home. [Her quick glance at me tells me that this last is a fib.] If the fib is good enough for her, it is good enough for me. I tell her the same fib, except that I say it is not my first time. I also tell her that each time away from friends and family just gets worse. I can see in her eyes that I have hit close to home.

With someone to talk to, she tells me more than she had intended. She works as a waitress and lives in a trailer park not too far from the mall. She found herself very lonely and had just come over to be with people and to see the bright holiday decorations.

As we are close to finishing the egg nog, I smile, grab her and gently guide her through the mall. I say, “We can not leave you so sad at this time of year. I have just closed a major business deal and I have just what you need. It is good luck to share good fortune at this time of the year.”

We wind up in the ladies department of an upscale department store in the mall. I buy her a kit of soaps, shampoos, body lotions, that sort of thing. I also have the sales lady throw in a fancy see-through nightie. I tell her, “The fragrances will cheer you up and the nightie will continue the cheer when you wake up in the morning.” I pay the rather stiff price for the goods and we walk back into the crowds.

The young woman is astounded. Obviously, I am on the make, but I have just spent a couple of hundred, with no strings. Obviously, such a man is to be cultivated.

We then get dinner in a restaurant in a corner of the mall where it is just possible to ignore the hustle and bustle in the aisles. Through the course of a half way decent dinner and a rather decent wine, Linda becomes quite friendly. We gradually work around to the facts that she lives in a trailer not too far from the mall and that I have driven in from out of town and have no place to stay. There is never any bursa sinirsiz eskort hard and fast agreement, we just sort of drift out to my car.

We drive in my car back to her trailer. The parking space for her trailer is out of sight of the street and, better yet, it is in a dark corner where my Camaro might as well have been invisible. I park and we go into Linda’s trailer.

Linda wants to apply the fancy soap, shampoo, etc. so that I can tell how nice the stuff is. I tell her that I will get some ‘Xmas cheer’ while she does what she wants. I walk to a local package store and buy a little brandy, good brandy. When I get back, Linda is still at it.

When Linda returns, wearing my gift nightie, I am seated and sipping at a brandy. A second brandy is on the kitchenette table.

I get up and we embrace. I made a fuss about how good she smells, with the soap and shampoo ‘. . . just made for you!’ A few sips of brandy, a sort of a dance to no music and we are on our way into Linda’s bedroom.

We place our brandy on the night stand and Linda gets into bed. I strip, and join her. Even in the dim light of the night lamp, Linda does not have the face of Miss Universe, nor the body. However, she is attractive and young enough to still have the kind of firm yet soft body that I want.

While I am stripping, Linda has disposed of the panty part of the nightie and we are ready for action.

Linda’s experience has obviously been with boys who thought that foreplay consists of muttering “Brace yourself.”

I am of a different school. I begin to work on Linda’s nice big tits. I gently extract them from the rather skimpy nightie and began to suck and lick them. Many women, Linda included, have a sort of direct link between their tits and their pussy. Linda’s pussy begins to produce lubricant for my gently rubbing fingers. I then begin in earnest to heat the lady up. I work Linda up past the ‘ready for it’ stage, past the ‘do me now’ stage and up to the moaning and pleading for it stage. I then put Linda’s legs over my shoulders and enter a hot, wet, tight young pussy.

Linda is so ready by this time, that I am able to get my whole length in by the third stroke. Linda is hot and eager and the experience is incredibly erotic.

I want to get Linda to multiple orgasm, but I have been too long without pussy myself. When Linda falls off the first cliff, I follow her. We then cuddle for a while. When Linda leaves for the bathroom, I have her take the nightie. I ask her to wear the whole thing back for me. Puzzled, but willing, Linda leaves.

When she comes back, I make Linda pose for me in the new nightie. She is more than just willing. I then ask Linda to remove the top. She is a bit clumsy, but very eager and gets visibly turned on again. She struts back and forth for my viewing pleasure and we drink a little toast to ‘The night!’ I then ask Linda to remove the panty, so that I can again see what she is hiding under there. Since the panty is basically see through, the last is escort bayan really not necessary for viewing. However, the process of stripping off the panty for me gets Linda so hot that she comes to me and tells me to “. . . just feel anything you like!’ I really didn’t get to feel too much, as my first gentle stroke of Linda’s pussy gets me attacked!

I am not new at this game and I cleverly impale the attacker with my cock. We fuck, side by side with Linda begging for ‘more and harder!’ Despite the rather short time since my last effort, the warm, very willing presence of the perfumed Linda draws me into an even better performance than the first time. We are more into each other’s rhythm than the first time and I can feel her response to my thrusts. Linda orgasms twice and it could have been more. However, she is not used to this sort of thing and is near to passing out with joy. I join her second climax and shoot my cum into Linda’s hot pussy.

We have a little nap and a couple of large brandies. Then we shower together. This is a first for Linda and I use the experience to heat her up again. I tell her that, once we get back to bed, she will mount me and ride me “. . . like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco!”

I prepare yet another brandy for me and a ‘special’ brandy for Linda. The brandy I prepare for Linda will insure that she will sleep late in the morning.

We go back into the bedroom and a rather tired Linda sucks me erect and gives it all she has. After the previous two fucks and three shattering orgasms, Linda is not able to complete her ride. I have to catch her as she falls off me and then I fuck her to completion. I take my time and use deep, slow thrusts to bring Linda to the edge of climax and then hold her there as long as I can. The final climax is a shattering one.

In the morning, an exhausted Linda sleeps like the dead, with a soft, gentle snoring. I get up quietly and shower and dress. I leave, with Linda still fast asleep in the sleep of the wicked. Just how wicked, Linda will not know until she wakes up. I leave her a small gift wrapped package I had gotten the sales clerk to slip me the night before. Inside the fancy package I leave $1,000 in $100s with a note that just says, ‘A Truly Memorable Xmas!’

Outside, I fire up Fast Freddie and we proceed down the now cleared back road at a completely legal speed, needing only to evade the exhausted drug dealer’s boys if they stumble across me.

Why did I leave $1,000? First, it is the only game in town. Second, I bought a safe harbor for a night in which some really evil people were searching for me. Third, I have two large duffle bags, filled with money, in the trunk of the Camaro. Fourth, I will soon be renting some truly high class pussy and you know what they say about never buying groceries when you are hungry.

There actually is a fifth reason. When fishermen want to catch a trophy fish, they often chum the waters to set up an environment where trophy fish may be found. I have just chummed the waters. The story will spread of a mysterious stranger who came out of the night and left $1,000. The next time I need pussy, who knows if the little gesture might not provide the spark which will make another lonely evening memorable.

The next time you pick up a little pussy? Well guys make a toast to the mysterious stranger who chummed the waters!

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