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Angie and I quickly became an item. Everyone at work seemed happy that her new attitude and smiling demeanor were paying off with her satisfaction in a new boyfriend. At this point, not many people knew me well since I was not only still new to the workforce at the resort, but new to the state as well. A few of the other bartenders gave me odd glances, which I took for jealousy. Angie had a body that was difficult to hide and I knew that they’d spent many a shift talking about how they each might get a chance with her. The fact that the new guy was beating them to the goods was a thorn in their sides. It didn’t matter to me; I was happy to be getting what I was getting. What none of us knew at the time, was that every bartender but me was about to get fired or would “voluntarily separate” from their employment at the resort.

I still spent my boring day shifts trying to catch glimpses of Angie as her shapely legs moved beneath her skirt. Daytime drinkers are a rare thing in a resort where the tourists spend the entire day with their families at the theme parks, so I often would have days where total sales would be less than one hundred dollars in my ten to six shift. The small back storage room behind the bar was a welcome respite when my hard on became difficult to hide while fantasizing about the tall blond waitress. Certainly it would have been unsanitary to leave a cummy mess on the floor back there, but it wasn’t like I didn’t think about it. The cold temperature and glaring bright light in that small space conspired to keep me on the straight and narrow. Add to this the fact that the room’s only door didn’t lock from the inside and there was no way I was going to do anything other than stand back there and wait for my erection to go away before stepping back out into the outer bar.

Angie still came to visit often and pick up drinks when her customers ordered a cocktail with their breakfasts or lunches. And there were times when we spent possibly too much time shooting the breeze, because the department’s manager, Amy, would sometimes stroll over to see what might be keeping Angie. I kept my actions professional in the workplace though. Losing a great job by getting too touchy with anyone was not the reason I was going to give up being around so many pretty ladies. When Amy would approach, Angie would usually finish up and hustle off. Amy’s curvy figure would meander through the bar to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the pool area where she would stand with her back to me as she viewed the outdoor play area.

Since ours was an expensive resort, managers were expected to dress professionally and Amy’s outfits were always either a dress or a skirt with a blouse and jacket. Whichever she wore, her powerful legs always were highlighted by the heels that she wore and her very large breasts were rarely hidden by the blouses whose buttons strained to hold them. I loved to watch Amy walk; she knew what each movement of her hips and legs did to the lines of her body. She had told me once that all through high school she’d played volleyball on the girls’ varsity team and that what few weekend days she had off now were spent trying to get into beach games on the east coast. She was fighting a battle with weight gain that she thought she was losing. In my mind, she was just right at that time. Her extra weight had added curves where she previously hadn’t had any and the new shape was sexier than the way she’d appeared in the photos she’d shown us at a party once.

On this day, Amy had on a tasteful white knee length dress and brown pumps with a matching belt around her waste. Her round breasts had jiggled as she’d walked by and I’d turned away from her as she’d passed so as not to stare. But of course, I’d caught the action of those big tits in the mirror behind the bar. She stood at the windows watching the families basking in the sun and I watched her. Bright sunlight streamed through those windows, passed through that white dress, and revealed her outline nicely. As my dad would say, “Those legs go all the way up…”

Half of the food and beverage department knew that I had begun dating Angela so I could not begin thinking about laying the department escort bayan head. Correction: I could not outwardly begin thinking about it but I could sure as hell dream, right? There was something about that woman’s curves that rang a primitive bell in my loins, making me want to get a chance with Amy if it ever came up again.

When Amy left the bar through the doors to the pool area, I went back to dreaming about Angela and her older sister. Olga’s intrusion into our first date had left me puzzled since I couldn’t figure out her attitude towards me, her interest in sucking my cock, or her insistence that Angela not find out about it. I knew that given another chance, I would let her suck on my rod again, but didn’t want to endanger what I thought Angie and I might be building. Angela had never brought up her sister again, but I tried to manufacture reasons why we would see her. A few nights after our first coupling, we were in the bedroom of Angela’s house and about to consummate the deed. I jokingly looked around and said, “Is your sister nearby? Should we worry about one of the kids walking in?”

Angie, wrapping her legs tighter around my middle, said, “The door’s locked, the kids are asleep, and you can fuck Olga later.” I plunged my cock into her again and again, visions of putting the meat to her older sister competing with the real vision of that lovely and lithe German beneath me. Later, when I’d pulled my wilting manhood from within her, I had time to reflect on what she’d said.

Acting the fool, I joked, “Wait a minute; did you say that I could ‘fuck Olga later’?” I watched her face for signs of anger, but didn’t catch any.

“Uh, yes. I did,” she offered.

“Please tell me that there isn’t a language barrier. You do understand what you’re saying, right?”

She stood, cupping a hand to her pussy to try to keep our combined juices from dripping while she hurried to the bathroom. I heard her girlish tinkle then the toilet flushing. She reappeared after washing her hands and said, “Are you saying you wouldn’t like to sleep with her?” Before I could answer, she answered her own question, “What guy wouldn’t? She’s hot, right?”

“Angie, you’re hot. I do think Olga’s attractive, but what gives?”

“Oh, fuck her, don’t fuck her. Do what you want. In Germany, before we moved, we shared more than one boyfriend.”

“So…you’re saying if I ever get the chance, you’re not going to mind if I ask your sister out?”

“Ask her out? She’s not looking for a husband. Just fuck her. It’s ok.”

“What about you, Angie? Are you looking for a husband or just a fuck?”

She replied, “I don’t understand the fascination with labels here. Can’t we just enjoy what we’ve got?”

As she approached the bed, I moved to sit up at the corner with a leg over each side. My cock was back to full length and I looked from her sopping wet box to my sticky cock. “Where ya want me?” she said.

I told her to turn around and sit down on it. She quickly got the picture and straddled my legs while reaching back to guide me into her. With as much liquid as had been deposited in her quim, there was barely any resistance and she slid all the way down on the first stroke. She began to use me to bring herself off and leaned forward with her hands on her knees as she pumped her ass up and down. I watched my cock disappearing and reappearing at the entrance to her little lips and got an idea. I leaned forward slightly, and reached around her to finger her clit.

“Unnhhhhh!” she exclaimed and picked up the pace. I thumbed the little nub and pinched at it as well. “Ohhhh, ooooohhhhh, yeahhh,” she wailed. I was over worrying about waking up the kids and I attacked her sensitive flap. My fingering set her off and she sat down hard so that only my balls were visible beneath her. Her cunt clamped down fiercely and I could feel her convulsions hitting her. Silently, her lips moved and nothing came out. Again, I wondered what she would be saying if I could only understand it. When she started to come down from her high, I pulled her backwards to lie on top of me with our legs hanging over the end of the bed.

The knob of my cock now hit her right in the altıparmak escort bayan G-spot and I flexed my hips to drive it slowly and imperceptibly into her. Back and forth I did this until I felt a more powerful orgasm strike her. Her head was lying next to mine and her torso was directly above mine. I stroked her tits as she came with one hand and the other continued to work her clit. This orgasm was massive compared to the first two and girl-juice drenched my balls and inner thighs. This sensation sent me over the edge and I coated her insides with my second offering, spraying it all into the frontal wall of her cunt.

Later at the kitchen table, we drank wine and talked. My attention was evenly divided between continuing to fuck this beautiful woman and attempting to fuck her equally beautiful sister. Although Olga was older, I was sure that her body would be just as good as Angie’s especially since she had not had children. I could see when I looked at Olga that she had a great body, but the attitude she usually had towards me confused me.

“Why do you say that I can screw with Olga? She always acts as if I am a nuisance when I’m around,” I observed.

“That’s just the way she is. Maybe she’s concerned that you’ll be a bad influence on my kids.” Angie finished the last of her red wine, “I know she wants to sleep with you; she’s told me.”

All of this was new to me. The only place I’d ever even come close to dating sisters was in high school. There’d been a hot senior when I was a junior and we’d gone out a few times. Penny was demure, sweet, and innocent. I knew that to deflower her was to defile something beautiful. We went on five or six dates and held hands like kids. Unfortunately for me, sex was the one thing on my mind and I could see that there was no getting under her skirt. The next year, I’d noticed that her younger sister, Vicky, was growing into quite the curvy young woman and asked her out. Her attitude about everything was different and I couldn’t control myself when it was offered; we’d fucked in every way imaginable like we’d been in some competition to see how many ways two high schoolers could do it. But this was different.

Two mature, slightly older women apparently both wanted a piece of me. The fact that they were sisters didn’t register on me as weird, or perverted. This was two very attractive, long blond-haired, big breasted, excellently gammed women. “Call her up,” I joked. “Let’s see if she’ll come over right now.”

Calling my bluff, Angie stood up. My t-shirt barely covered the pretty cheeks of her ass. I sat quietly while she dialed the phone. Some German words were spoken and answered and Angela hung up. “Come with me,” she ordered.

I still didn’t believe that she’d really called her sister. But all the same, I followed her to the bedroom where she shed the t-shirt and I dropped my boxers. She stood facing the bed and I pushed on her upper torso expecting that she would fall forward onto the bed. Instead, she bent at the waste and caught herself on her hands, inviting me to join with her doggy-style while standing behind her. I allowed my dong to bob up and down, brushing against the skin of her thighs and ass. She spit into her hand and reached between her legs, slapped the spit onto her pussy, and attempted to catch the prodding meat. When she felt it, she firmly grasped at it and aimed it at her hole. I felt the breath catch in her and she relaxed as she pushed back slightly onto my cock. I grabbed a hip in each hand and pushed all the way in again.

I worked at not allowing it to progress too quickly. I purposefully held her hips and directed the motion of our fuck. The position I was skewering her in allowed me to not only control her but to watch the joining of our genitals. My cock would pull out as her clasping lips fought to hold me inside, then they would be shoved back in as my cock moved to bury itself in the quim. Wet sounds and the slapping of my balls against her pussy made obscene noises as we pushed and pulled. Again, I toyed with her winking asshole. For this assault on the orifice, I worked at simply rimming it with a wet finger. She vocalized her nilüfer eskort approval immediately and so I spit into the crevice again.

In reaction, she reached for the nightstand and pulled the drawer open then went back to holding herself up with both hands. I looked at the contents of the drawer and saw a knobby glass dildo and a tube of lubricant. I took this to mean that she wanted further anal penetration so I reached for the tube. I stood straight up behind her, slowly pushing into her where our genitals met, the only place on our bodies where we were touching. I squeezed some of the tube’s contents into my right hand and rolled it around in a palm to warm it before using a super slick finger to push into her winking eye slowly and carefully.

She grew louder as I pushed the finger inside, stretching her and violating her bottom. I could tell she was trying to relax and I would often stop and let her get used to my finger’s invasion of her most private place. I felt the heat and tightness of her ass and wondered if it could ever accept my cock. As she grew used to this new fuller feeling, I worked at adding a finger to stretch the opening some more. She finally accepted three fingers in her asshole, but I was worried that if I was to replace them with my cock that she would not be able to take it. That would be another magnitude of violation, an invasion I was certain might cause her pain.

She hissed, “Do it.” I pulled from her cuntal sheath and compared the sizes of our equipment. My veined shaft looked huge compared to that little hole. I squeezed more lube onto my hands and stroked it up and down my shaft, thoroughly coating it. I saw her hand working her pussy hole and knew that she was preparing for the onslaught of my meat in her ass.

The knob lay in the bottom of the ravine formed by her perfect ass cheeks. I allowed it to lie adjacent to the little hole and her chance to reconsider passed. For her part, she clearly forced herself to relax and stopped playing with herself to reach around and pry a cheek open further. As her anus winked, it appeared to be beckoning to my cockhead. Its solitude was soon interrupted as I aimed the shaft at it and worked it around the edge slowly. Then I gave a tiny push and the hole worked to accept my prick. Several minutes of this accomplished the halfway penetration of her asshole. I watched at the spot where my cock was buried partially in her backside. She rocked her hips back and forth by bending each knee a little at a time, trying to accommodate my size. Another globule of lube dropped onto the shaft where it disappeared in her bottom and I pushed in a little more.

After several more minutes, I was bottomed out. She caught her breath and I began to pull out. “I can feel my insides moving!” she said as I pushed back into her. We settled down to establish a rhythm and I thought that my cock would catch fire so tight was her ass. I continued to push and pull and my concern for her comfort gave way to interest in mine. I knew that I would come soon and hoped that she was not going to be concerned about where I planned to do it. I had a handful of ass cheek in both hand as I held her open for my stroking and I was rutting at her back door like an animal.

A movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and I turned to catch Olga who had sneaked into the house. She was standing at the open door with the most interested look on her face I’ve ever seen. She wasn’t doing anything cliché like stroking herself through her underwear or licking her lips; she was simply staring at my penetration of her sister’s ass. “Harder,” she mouthed when she saw me looking at her. “Push. Yeah, harder,” she whispered softly. I watched her; worried that Angela would hear and stop the fun immediately. Having an audience while fucking Angela’s ass was more than I could take. The pretty blond at the door silently encouraged me to punish the pretty blond beneath and in front of me and I worked harder. “Harder,” she mouthed again and I lost it, spraying her sister’s inner bowels with my spunk in a violent outburst of sweat and profanities.

Olga disappeared as my overworked piston slipped from Angela’s ass in a plopping sound of liquid and lost suction. I helped her to stand upright again and she tried to get to the bathroom without losing our combined fluids. She failed as the evidence of my efforts in her ass began to seep out and run down her legs. “Poor girl,” I thought, “she won’t walk normal for days.”

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Let’s see now, what should we do today? I think we will start out with a chair, a kitchen chair something with no arms on it, something I can tie your hands behind. Yes, that’s what we will do…strip you down and tie you naked to the chair. I’ll set it up right in front of your bed, close enough that you could touch me if you weren’t tied…no blindfold today though. No, I want you to see everything today.

I will crawl across your bed slowly, wearing only a dark colored bra and underwear, something lacy I think. I will kneel in front of you with my legs slightly spread and slip my hand down the front of my panties. I leave them on because there is something about letting you watch but not letting you see everything that turns me on. I can see your cock starting to get hard already, this makes me smile at you wickedly. I arc my back and push my sex out toward you with one hand bracing me and one down my panties, I let my head fall back, I can feel my long hair tickle my feet behind me.

I slip my fingers into my cunt, just tying you up has made me so wet already. I move them in and görükle escort out a couple of times before bringing them up to my lips, you know how I love my own taste. Maybe I will ask you if you would like a taste, or maybe I should keep it all to myself…I think I will. I slide my fingers back into my panties and work my clit between my index and middle finger. I could come right now like this having you watch me tied to that chair but I won’t, not yet.

I can hear you moan, I know how much you like this, how much you would like to throw me down and fuck me hard if you weren’t tied to the chair. Wicked thoughts run through my head as I look at your throbbing cock…I think I will make this sweet torture a little worse, I think I will make you beg me to fuck you. Fuck you tied to the chair, doing whatever I please.

I stand up and straddle you, I take my fingers and let you lick and suck all of my juices off of them. Your lust is dangerously high, your lips full of tense anticipation. I look between my legs at you rigid cock smiling, I think I will give you just a little eskort bayan taste. I push my panties aside, I rub your cock head all over back and forth across my clit. I will use your cock instead of my fingers for awhile. Ohhhh, your making such lovely noises…it makes this torture delicious.

I think I would like to feel you inside of me, I want to hear you beg me for it though so I work your cock head just a little more. I know how sensitive it is, I know just how far I can push you.

“Would you like to be inside me?” I whisper.

The noise you make sounds like an animal trying to say yes. That’s not good enough though, I want you to beg. I release you cock and turn around I’m still straddling you but now I am straight legged and I bend at the waist, my sex almost in you face. I push my panties down, taunt, stretched between my thighs letting you see what you want most.

“Is this where you want to be?” I ask playfully

Your telling me yes as I place one hand on your bed to steady myself and then I push three fingers in my cunt and moan altıparmak escort loudly, pushing them in and out over and over. Now your really pulling against my restraints, I’m not worried though…I know you can’t escape. Finally I hear what I have been waiting for, your begging me to fuck you…please, Please, PLEASE!

“That’s my good boy” I coo.

I let my hand drop to your cock coating it with my juices, I know how you like it nice and wet sliding up and down your swollen aching shaft. Your saying yes, ohhhh yess.

I step forward and slip my panties the rest of the way down, I let you lick the sticky wetness off of them as I straddle you once more. I bend my knees and swallow your cock with my cunt both of us groaning at the wonderful feeling. I flex and thrust on top of you, knowing that after all that teasing there won’t be much time before you explode. I grind my pelvis into you, your flexing your hips as far as the restraints will allow you to your whole body is rigid. My fingers digging into your shoulders as I let myself pound into orgasm, I scream out…I can feel your cock become even harder as you explode into me and we come together, we stay that way for those blissful moments where we become luminous beings of lust. Where flesh is no more and only the soul remains…you are mine and I am yours.

Now, maybe I should untie you?

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Note: Pure work of fiction, nothing from reality. So, if you’re looking for reality, this is imagination. Enjoy!

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I threw myself on the bed with a groan. “I’m never going to learn this advanced physics,” I attempted to tell my roommate and ended up telling my pillow.

“Poor thing,” she snickered, once she’d finally understood me, “Straight As are harder to keep in college.”

I mumbled something else into my pillow and she laughed harder.

“Don’t you have a date or something?” I pulled my face out of the pillow.

“Oh, right, ” she grinned, “Not that I need much getting ready,” she winked at me as she hopped up to hit her closet.

I just rolled my eyes and grabbed my physics book again.

She looked back over her shoulder at me and snorted, “Looks like you’ve got another date with that book,” she pulled her sweater over her head and paused, “Or maybe you should just seduce your professor and get your A that way,” then she laughed at her own joke and chose her skin tight jeans to set off the skin tight sweater. Not very warm, I noted, but considering her date was little more than an excuse for sex, she wouldn’t need it.

I buried my nose in the book, trying to make it make sense as she finished her ministrations and headed out the door in a wave of perfume.

Seduce the professor, I snickered to myself, like that worked in real life. Though the thought of sex with this particular professor wasn’t unpleasant at all. I grabbed my class notes hoping they’d help and papers spilled out. I cursed, and reached to pick them all up. The class syllabus caught my eye. I found my eyes skimming down to the office hours section. Hmmm… he’d be there for anther 30 minutes. My mind suddenly raced and I wondered if it would be possible to seduce him. Even if I couldn’t, I could at least get some extra help. Glancing down at my ratty sweats, I sprang to my closet for a quick outfit. I started with a sexy bra and panties set my roommate had talked me into getting while we were shopping one day. The bra framed my 34 B’s perfectly and the thong was surprisingly comfortable. I added a long flowing peasant skirt, thinking I didn’t want to scream “I’m here to seduce you!” with something short and sweet. I topped it off with an oversized button up v-neck sweater, which would slip and slide and nicely “accidentally” show off flesh. I threw my feet into a pair of slip on shoes, grabbed my books and purse, and raced over to the office.

I was almost too late! Even with 20 minutes left, he was closing the door right t as I got there.

“Professor!” I burst out, screeching to a halt, “I’m not too late for help, am I?” I looked at him pleadingly, clutching my books and notes to my görükle escort bayan chest.

He signed and checked his watch, “Technically, no, but I was about to get dinner. I’ve been here all afternoon and forgot to eat lunch,” he ran a hand through his thick black hair, momentarily distracting me.

I talked fast, “I really need help for this next test. I’m totally not getting the material! Look, I’ll buy you dinner, how’s that? My parents just sent me some money. We can order in here if you don’t want to be seen eating with a student,” I blushed, “The pizza place down the street does a great pizza and they deliver.”

He smiled at my outburst, “Actually, that’s where I was headed. I’ll call an order in while you set up at the table. Anything you don’t particularly like?” He opened the door to let me in again and glanced over his shoulder at the last.

I was so excited I dropped my books from my chest without thinking. The notebook caught on the sweater and dragged it down, exposing the silky bra beneath and a portion of breast as well. I blushed even harder as I yanked the sweater back up and blubbered an apology.

He laughed and pushed the door open, but I noted a touch of red no his cheeks.

Twenty minutes later, we were spread out on the table in his office. No, not like that! Not yet, anyways…. But, we had papers and books spread out studying when the pizza arrived. I grabbed my purse to pay, but he’d already put it on his credit card when he placed the order! I protested as he handed me a napkin with a heavenly slice of pizza.

“It’s not that much of a stretch of my teacher’s salary to upgrade my pizza for the night,” he took a slice for himself and we settled back down at the table.

“mmmmm….” I breathed as I bit into the pizza, I savored the flavor as I slowly chewed and swallowed, “I swear, this pizza is better than sex!” I went to take another bite and realized what I’d said and covered my blushing cheeks with a huge bite of the pizza.

He, in the meantime, choked on his sip of soda and tried to cover it with a laugh, “I’d never consider any food better than sex,” he retorted finally, helping himself to a second slice.

I had to laugh at that, “My sister’s a chef and she has this cake recipe called ‘Better than Sex Cake,'” I told him with a laugh, “She keeps threatening to make it for a family get together just to watch our mom’s face.”

He did really laugh at that, “I’ve actually had that cake,” he admitted, “But I still wouldn’t call it better than sex.”

“From my experience, food is better,” I said firmly, then blushed, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be carrying on this topic with my professor. My only excuse is my roommate off on her ‘date.'” I used the quotation altıparmak eskort marks around the word.

“Ah, one of THOSE,” he nodded, “My college years aren’t’ that far behind me, I remember those!”

“I seem to keep a date with my textbooks more often than not,” I shook my head, “Which is what leads me here tonight. I’m just not getting this.”

“That’s why I’m here, to help,” he wiped greasy fingers on a napkin, “Though if you want help with the date or sex bit, I’m afraid that’s not on my job description,” he teased.

“They need new descriptions,” I shot back, ignoring the part of my body that protested disappointment.

“That would have definite advantages and disadvantages,” he chuckled, pulling my notes towards him again.

As I leaned forward to look over his arm, my eyes wandered further down the page than they should have to see a definite bulge in his pants. I pushed my luck a little.

“What, like promises of A’s for sex? Hell, I’d take that offer some days!” I put a teasing tone in my voice and laughed.

“Yeah, that’d be a disadvantage,” he chuckled, “But hot pussy anytime I wanted? I could deal with that!”

I punched him, “Male chauvinist! Is that why you’re a professor? To look at hot girls all day?”

He snorted, “Oh, yeah, blue balls are my idea of a good time. Seriously, I really enjoy my subject and teaching it to others,” he paused and glanced at my chest, “But the view doest’ hurt as a perk.”

I looked down to realize the top button had come undone, merrily displaying a large amount of cleavage. I quickly reached to button it and was shocked when his hands closed around mine.

“I know it’s not conductive to studying, but I do like the view,” he murmured, reaching one finger to trace the visible flesh.

I shivered at his touch, “Professor, this wasn’t my intention tonight. Not that I’m complaining but-“

He interrupted me with a finger to my lips, “You don’t need to offer sex to get an A,” he told me firmly, “You’re one of the hardest working students in my class. But if you want to offer sex just because you want it, it’ll make classes a lot easier to get through. At least, on my side it will.”

In answer, I licked his finger, and then sucked it into my mouth to nibble and suckle. His eyes went wide in surprise and the hand that was teasing my visible flesh quickly moved to undoing the rest of the buttons. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and used it to grip the back of my head to pull me to him for a kiss. Mouths and tongues met in a frenzy, touching and stroking each other as he slipped my sweater off and reached around to undo my bra. I took advantage to start unbuttoning his shirt, stroking my hands down nilüfer escort his chest to his waistband. He brought his hands back around to cup my breasts and I moaned at his touch on my bare skin. I began to work on his pants as he stroked his thumbs across my stiff and aching nipples. As I found his hard cock, he pulled his head from my mouth to begin licking and suckling my nipples. I groaned and gripped him harder, beginning to stroke up and down in time to his licks.

He finally raised his eyes to meet mine, filled with lust. He looked over his shoulder and then grinned, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Before I could ask what, he had stripped off our remaining clothes and was backing me up to his desk. OH! Sex on his teacher’s desk! The thought thrilled me to be the naughty student getting taken on the teacher’s desk.

Giving me one more lingering kiss, he pushed me facedown on the desk, spreading my legs to begin stroking my soaking slit. I hissed and moved, then realized the rough wood of the desk scraped oh so delightfully across my nipples and if I positioned my clit just so on the edge of the desk… I began to need more air sucked in as the pleasure began to build.

“I want you,” I gasped out, looked over my shoulder at him, “Please?”

He stroked his length with one hand and me with the other. Have I mentioned before what an excellent cock it was? I drooled staring at it, waiting for it to fill me completely.

Smiling at me, he rubbed the head along my slit. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands and pushed back at him.

“Naughty student!” he teased and lightly spanked me, “Let me do the teaching here.”

I wriggled against the desk, finding myself delighted with this, “Please? Please take me?” I begged, trying not to push myself against the hot rod teasing my entrance.

Without warning, he slammed into me, “Like that?” he purred in my ear. “More!” I gasped, “Please, more!”

“You’ll get what you deserve,” he growled, pulling back.

Then he was sliding in and out of me so wonderfully, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me as wide open as possible to his lust. Our lust, I should say, as I was enjoying every second of the sliding pleasure of flesh on flesh. My nipples scraped the rough wood of the desk, my clit pressing into the edge, until I suddenly exploded without warning. Wave after seemingly endless wave pounded through my body, growing stronger and stronger as my professor (my professor!!) pounded his hard cock into me. His cock pushed deeper and deeper, harder and harder, causing my climax to begin again every time I thought it had ended. Then he suddenly slammed into me as deeply as possible and I felt his release.

It seemed like an eternity before he pulled off of me. I rolled over to one hip to look up at him through a haze of passion.

“So, did I earn that A?” I asked, trying for a saucy tone.

He reached up to tweak my still pert nipples, “And then some,” he smiled, and began to massage them, “Interested in upgrading to an A plus?”

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Lacey is as cock-sure and aggressive as any regional vice president (RVP) in the company. We both signed on ten years ago and competed our way up the ranks to RVPs. She is at the helm in Denver, the company’s fastest growing and most competitive region in the nation. She regularly boasts of their success and her leadership. It wouldn’t be so tough to take if it wasn’t true. I handle the company’s New England region.

Lacey is as beautiful as she is competitive. She stands 5’6″ with shoulder length brunette hair. She has large bright blue eyes and a killer smile. I am convinced her smile alone has sealed millions in deals. She has round 36 Cs and a firm tight ass. She is focused and disciplined, especially in business and personal fitness. She always dresses sharp and professionally with a subtle sexy touch.

Our two-day quarterly RVP meetings encourage mutual commitment to the firm’s success while regional divisions compete with one another for performance. Friendly banter flows freely in this competitive corporate culture. Positional jockeying has been part of my experience with Lacey from the beginning, which has helped push both of us. We’ve had moments of sexual tension over the years, but nothing ever acted on. Lacey always stays single and single-focused on her winner-take-all corporate success attitude. Relationships get in the way of her commitment to win.

This year’s Fall quarterly RVP meeting took place the end of the second week of October in Cleveland. The city was in a frenzy with the Indians in the American League playoffs. Lacey and I grabbed dinner at a sports bar around the corner from our Midwest offices after the first day of meetings. We had some business to work through before the meetings reconvened in the morning. The tavern was a convenient place to get the work done while beginning to wind down after a full day of travel and meetings. We finished the work and three tall beers for each of us within an hour. We both began to relax.

“You like baseball?” I asked.

“I am an avid Rockies fan,” she answered with zeal. “Our regional office has season tickets eleven rows behind home plate.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. You are a fan.”

“I wonder which AL team will lose to the Rockies in the World Series?” she asked playfully. “The Sox or the Indians?”

“Lose to the Rockies in the World Series?” I asked with shock in my voice. She could tell she touched a nerve. “The fact they are in the playoffs is a fluke,” I shot back. “The Sox are going to beat the Indians and clean the Rockies clock.”

“How can you call 20 out of 21 games a fluke? The Rockies are on an unbeatable roll,” she argued confidently.

“Luck,” I answered.

“I suppose it was luck when they beat the Sox two out of three at Fenway in June,” she argued impressively. She smiled proudly at this new round of bantering as she sipped her fourth beer. She could tell my competitive juices were beginning to boil.

“That’s big talk,” I said with a raise of my eye-brows.

“Talk is cheap,” she shot back. “Would you like to put a little regional wager where your mouth is?” she asked.

“You’re on,” I answered with a confident smile. “This will be fun. What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” she said thinking. “Something more expensive and fun than money.”

“Sounds interesting.” My mind began to race.

“How about, whoever loses flies in to grovel at my feet and do my bidding for a day,” she suggested with continued confidence.

“Cute,” I said, “but be careful what you wager. You are writing your own blank check to hand me.”

“You in or just talking?” she asked in her characteristic competitive way of closing a deal.

“I’m all in,” I said with equal inebriated confidence.

“Let’s ink this then,” she said. “I want it in writing so you don’t back out when the Sox get swept back to Bean Town.” She took out a notepad and began writing. “If the Rockies win, you will commit to willingly do anything I ask for a consecutive period of 24 hours.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I took out a pen and notepad. “I’ll write your side of the agreement as we go along here.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she said with a smile. “But, suit yourself.”

I began writing.

“Now,” she said processing out loud, “I think it is only fitting that you fulfill this wearing a Rockies jersey.”

“I don’t have one, and don’t plan on getting one,” I chided back.

“I’ll gladly provide the apparel,” she answered as she began writing.

“So, what kinds of things do you have in mind for me to do if you do win? I asked.

“Getting a little worried, are you? I can understand that,” she continued to tease.

“I just know you,” I said, playing to her ego and confidence.

“Good,” she said. “Why put a limit on it then?” she asked. “I’ll enjoy letting my imagination have a hey-day on you. I have quarterly reports, floors to mop and all kinds of work I just hate to do this time of year.”

“So, professional work-related expectations,” I asked, suggesting other alternatives by what I didn’t gorukle escort say.

Lacey raised eye brow and twinkle in her eye showed she didn’t miss the subtle suggestion. She sat up, adjusted the way she was sitting by uncrossing her legs and re-crossing them the other way. She took another sip of her beer. With a sultry smile she said “I don’t see a need to put a limit on our agreement, other than time and law. No loopholes for you,” she said as she began writing again.

“Very good,” I said.

“Now, I can imagine you trying to put this off and dragging payment out over several months.”

“Me?” I asked playfully. “Sooner the better,” I answered. “How about payment happens within a week of the final series game being played?”

“Deal,” she answered, “beginning at the time the winner chooses.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “Put it in ink.” The energy and competitive tension grew with the addition of each stipulation.

“All we need is a binding clause, and we are done” she said. She looked up with a smile, “not that you aren’t good for your word.”

“Name it,” I said. “This is going to be fun.”

“Let’s make it count,” she said with excitement in her voice. “You will pay fifty thousand dollars if you renege or unsatisfactorily complete what is asked of you.”

“At the discretion of the winner,” I added.

“That’s our commitment to customer satisfaction! ” she said as she finished writing the agreement. “You sure you want to subject yourself to this?” she asked sliding the paper across the table for me to sign. “You will pay dearly, slowly and memorably” she added confidently.

“Hmmm,” I pondered. “That’s true. I’m not really a betting man,” I answered.

Lacey looked up surprised that I might back out.

“But then again,” I added, “this isn’t a bet. It’s a sure thing.” I slid her agreement in front of her to sign. She instinctively read hers carefully:

In the event of the Boston Red Sox winning the 2007 World Series, I hereby commit to willingly do anything asked of me by the holder of this contract, for a consecutive period of 24 (twenty four) hours. I will do so only wearing Red Sox apparel provided to me by the winner. There are no limits to the satisfaction of this wager except for the time of 24 hours and what is provided by law. I will satisfy this debt at the time selected for me, which must take place within one week of the final game of the series. I willingly agree to pay $50,000 immediately in the event I cancel or inadequately fulfill of any part of this agreement, at the discretion of its holder.

We signed our agreements simultaneously and slid them back to the other. Lacey lit up a smile like someone who just hit a game winning home run. “I have never loved my Rockies more,” she said. “This is going to be the most enjoyable deal I’ve made all year,” she added with a competitive tone.

“Memorable too,” I shot back with a smile.

In the days that followed, Boston finished sweeping the Cleveland Indians to win the AL Championship and their place in the World Series for the second time in four years. The following Wednesday, the World Series and my wager with Lacey were underway.

Game One was an embarrassing moral victory for Boston and me, defeating the Rockies 13 to one. I couldn’t help calling Lacey to express my condolences and offer her a gracious exit from our wager.

“This is only game one,” she said retaining her confidence. “That’s why they call it a series,” she added. “Beckett is out of the way and the Rockies are going to bring it,” she assured. “There is no way I am losing or you are going to back out now Beantown boy.” Her animated voice was followed by a click and dial tone.

I got online and found a nice small women’s thong with the legendary Boston Red Sox logo on the front. It wasn’t official MLB gear, but it qualified nicely as Red Sox apparel. Overnight shipping was a small price to pay at the thought of seeing them on Lacey.

Game two of the series in Boston was much closer. It was an important game for the Rockies and Lacey. Both were disappointed. The Red Sox took the game two to one. Lacey didn’t wait for me to call.

“OK, so you are up by two. If you think it’s over, you are wrong,” she said. “This is what the Rockies do. They come back and win.” Her voice didn’t have the confidence of our previous conversations.

“If you say so, Lacey.”

“The Rockies don’t lose at home,” she shot back. “Everything will change when things resume here tomorrow.”

“You know what I am beginning to think?” I asked. “While the Rockies swept their way into the series, they are going to be swept out of it.”

“Dream on!” she answered angrily.

“I tell you what. How about I fly into Denver on Sunday? It would be my treat to take you out to dinner any place you like. I will pay you face value for the second season ticket. We can watch the game together. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” she hesitated.

“Hey, I thought they can’t lose at home and you would want to have me sitting there to altıparmak eskort bayan watch them beat Boston — unless you don’t think…”

“You are on,” she said.

“Great,” I said. “Pick me up at the Oxford Hotel downtown at 4:30.”

“That’s the nicest in Denver. You already have a hotel?”

“And flight,” I added. “See you Sunday.”

She heard a click and dial tone.

Saturday evening couldn’t come fast enough for Lacey. The team travel day felt excruciating long. She was eager to watch the Rockies turn the series around. The city of Denver was lit up and more alive than it had been since the Broncos were in the Super Bowl. “I can feel it,” she said to herself as she took her seat behind home plate. Her sentiment was echoed by fifty thousand fans inside and outside the stadium that cool brisk evening. Feelings can be deceiving. Boston got out ahead quickly. The Rockies rallied back to within one with a six to five score. Boston answered in the eighth and ninth innings, with no response from the Rockies. The Red Sox won game three easily ten to five, and had the first three games of the series.

I checked into my top floor suite on the south side of the hotel by 1:00 Sunday afternoon. The room had a great view of the stadium. The downtown streets were already alive with activity. Lacey pulled up to the hotel promptly at 4:30 and had the valet take her car. She tried to muster some false confidence to mask her discouragement. She wore a Rockies jersey, jeans, tennis shoes and a Rockies cap with her hair pulled through the back. She carried a black leather jacket in her hand.

“Let’s walk from here,” she said. She led me to a nice restaurant a block away specializing in steaks and seafood. I enjoyed a cup of Boston clam chowder and Atlantic salmon. She chose filet mignon.

“The Rockies are going to win tonight,” she tried to say convincingly.

“I heard an interesting statistic today,” I answered. “No one has ever come back to win the series after losing the first three.” I took another sip of the thick chowder.

“Some stupid media guy said that to the Rockies manager,” she answered. “He told him this is ground breaking time then.”

“For all of us,” I answered with a smile.

Our dinner conversation moved pleasantly from topics of work, to baseball, to learning more our personal lives. We walked from dinner, through the crowds at the stadium and to our seats.

“These are nice,” I complemented.

“All the better to watch the Rockies win,” she said. We ordered beers and some peanuts as the festivities got underway. It was another low scoring game filled with suspense, particularly in the final innings. A few moments of intensity caused Lacey to inadvertently take hold of my arm and squeeze in anticipation. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said the first time. “I got all caught up in the game.”

“Totally OK,” I said. “This is going to be a close one.

We watched the game with mutual interest and intensity. So much was riding on this game for the team, for the city, and for Lacey. We refilled our beers every other inning and enjoyed the spectacle of the evening. Even so, Lacey couldn’t believe what was happening before her eyes. The last pitch was thrown and the Boston Red Sox were crowned the world champions for the second time in four years with a four to three victory and series sweep of Lacey’s Colorado Rockies.

Lacey whipped her head around to look at me. “Oh my God,” she said in disbelief. “I never saw this coming.”

“I’ve thought about this for ten years,” I said smiling.

Lacey was shocked.

“So, what’s the deal?” she asked to understand what will be required to fulfill her end of the bargain.

“You know the deal,” I answered.

“What do I do and when do I start?” she asked with some eagerness to satisfy the arrangement.

“When we get back to the hotel,” I said with a soft confidence.

Her eyes revealed her mind’s realization of what this wager and night would entail. “Oh God,” she said. I took a small box out of my pocket and held it up in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked.

“You promised to wear nothing but Boston Red Sox apparel.” I paused. “This is it.”

She opened the small box with the tiny thong neatly folded. The Boston Red Sox logo stared up at her from inside. “Oh God,” she repeated, closing the box quickly before anyone else could see. A flood of thoughts and options raced through her mind. “OK,” she said with new resolve. “I am good for my word. Very good,” she added with a smile. “The Rockies may not have won this series, but I will rock your world,” she said eager to take control. “You won, and you will know you won when you are through with me.”

I felt myself begin to harden at her resolve. We left our seats to make our way out of the stadium and toward the hotel. “Can I interest you in a martini?” I asked as we walked into the Oxford.

“Sure,” she said, “I could use one. The Oxford’s martini bar is the best in the city.”

“Great.”

“If you’ll excuse nilüfer eskort bayan me, I am going to duck into the ladies room,” she added.

“Can I order you anything?”

I’ll start with the Continental,” she said. When she returned, her Continental was waiting for her. She slid into the side of the booth where I was sitting and placed a ball of soft material in my hand. “I’ve replaced this and won’t need it any more,” she said. “It’s pretty wet from anticipation and thought you might like it as a souvenir.” She leaned close and gave me a kiss on my cheek. “I am wearing the Boston colors now,” she whispered. “For the next 24 hours.”

My dick grew hard at her initiative.

“I see that agrees with you. For a Boston fan you are giving new meaning to Rocktober.” She poured the rest of her martini down her throat.

“Can I interest you in another one?” the waitress asked, alert to the glass being drained.

“Sure,” Lacey asked.

“One more for each of us, please,” I added. “We’ll take them with us. You can put it on my room tab.”

I retrieved the key from the desk and we stepped into the elevator. Lacey reached over and took my hand as the doors closed and we began our ascent to all the next 24 hours would bring. Anticipation filled the small space. The chime of the elevator signaled the doors opening to the elegant corridor. We walked to the end of the hallway and opened the door to the luxurious corner suite. Soft jazz music filled the room. The shades of the large windows in the bedroom were wide open with a gorgeous view of the full moon, city skyline and the stadium a few blocks away.

“How fitting,” she said admiring the room with the ballpark lights in the distance. She finished her martini and set the glass on the table.

She looked playfully beautiful and stunningly sexy standing near the window in her oversized Rockies jersey. She turned to see me admiring the view.

“I think its time I get out of this Rockies gear and down to that sexy Sox apparel you gave me.” Lacey smiled as she instinctively began to move her body to the music. She glided around the room seductively unbuttoning one button on her jersey at a time. She dropped the jersey off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Her breasts were restrained by a sheer lacy bra and were more round and beautiful than I had imagined. She pressed the back of her body against me, continuing to move to the music and allowing her ass to do its work against my throbbing hard dick. As she moved, she slowly unbuttoned her 501s. I reached around her body and began to massage her tits in my hands. They begged for release. I reached over and unhooked the front clasp to her bra. The material flew open, liberating her firm round tits. I moved my hands across her breasts, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. Lacey began to moan as her dancing ass continued to massage my dick. I moved my hands across her tits, down her abdomen and into the front of her jeans. I pushed them down off her hips and over her ass. The denim slid down her long tan legs. She kicked off her tennis shoes and stepped out of the jeans around her ankles.

She seductively moved around the room to the sultry music and soft moonlight. Her hands massaged their way across her own body then were raised above her head. Boston Red Sox apparel never looked so good than that small wet thong on Lacey’s tan fit body. She proceeded to remove my Sox jersey and pants. She began kissing my face and moved down my chest before falling on her knees. My aching dick throbbed in front of her face. She smiled and ravenously consumed my eight inches until it disappeared down her throat.

“Oh gawd.” Her masterful skill caught me off guard. My knees started to buckle. She never slowed. She pumped my dick with a vengeance. “Oh gawd,” I said again, “you are going to take me! Not yet.” I begged.

She slowly pulled the length of my cock out of her mouth while looking up at me with her big blue eyes. She continued to suck with everything in her as her red round lips came off my dick. “I’m not stopping. I have wanted this for years,” she confessed. “I’m going to drain you dry then use my 24 hours to take you again and again. I may belong to you, but you are going to belong to me before the day is out.” My dick disappeared again between her luscious lips, allowing every part of her oral cavity to massage my throbbing member. My body began to buzz with imminent eruption. “Aaauuugh!” Volumes of cum exploded like a geyser down the canal of her throat. Load after load of thick white cum filled her mouth and cheeks. She swallowed every shot of the warm cream while incessantly pumping my dick dry. My juices dripped from the corners of her mouth. She pulled her mouth off and swallowed with deep satisfaction. “Mmmm, that was good,” she said licking her lips. I could only respond with groans, dizzy from the assault on my member. “Only the beginning,” she added.

She stood up, walked across the room, turned the light off and ascended the tall moonlit bed. She positioned herself in the middle of the large overstuffed canopied space and raised herself up on her knees. She slowly bathed the entire landscape of her tan ready body with baby oil. Her eyes closed and her voice moaned with the massage and attention she gave her already moist clit. Her nipples hardened and stood tall in response.

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A new romance has inspired me to write short stories, I have never done this before so any pointers and positive criticisms are welcome. I hope you enjoy.

Welcome home……….

You have been waiting, dressed in a sexy lacy teddy and suspenders, all hidden by a dress, your hair put in pig tails because you know I love that. I walk in the door; the look in your eyes betrays your desire. You push me hard against the closed door, kissing me hard, passionately. Your hands are clawing at my shirt and trousers. Lifting my shirt over my head, you kiss my mouth hard, and then start to move down my neck, chest and stomach; your hands have undone my trousers. You have released me; now you are on your knees now, in a worship position.

With a sly smile you begin to lick my hardening cock and assail my balls. Firm yet softly you take one ball at a time in your mouth, sucking them in. your tongue caressing me continuously, slowly you start to lick up my shaft, from base to tip and back down again. You’re enjoying this. I’m moaning softly, enjoying your touch, highly aroused. You once again lick up my cock, reaching the head, playfully you kiss and lick me, allowing your lips to surround the head of my cock but never allowing it in. I am wild with desire now, my eyes burning, you see this, looking at me you see I am going crazy, I want my cock in your mouth, and you look back at me, eyes smiling. You are in control; you know it and you love it.

Leaning back you undo the zip from your dress and slip it down your body revealing escort bayan bursa to me your secret attire. Looking amazing in red and black lacy undergarments; slowly you slip off the teddy and unclip your bra, revealing to me your perfect breasts and nipples erect with arousal. I just want to grab you and take you now. I reach for you but you won’t allow me. You return to me, straight to the tip of my cock. Wet kisses and firm licks drive me insane, I want my cock inside your mouth, you continue the teasing; sliding your tongue up and down my length, savouring every inch. When you reach the tip again you allow me to slip into your mouth just slightly. Teasing me around my head with playful lips and tongue, you sense now is the time, with your lips around me you begin to slowly move up and down my now rigid cock. Every stroke taking more and more of my length, this feels amazing. You hear me softly groan and a “fuck” mutters from my lips.

After all the build-up and teasing, you know it won’t take long; increasing the intensity and pace you apply just the right suction and pressure that drives me wild. My knees are weakening, my body racked with pleasure. You sense this and slow down your ministrations; you want this to last. Once again your tongue bathes my length and pleasures my balls. You are amazing.

Again you take me in your warm wet mouth, this is the home stretch now, you have been waiting for this all day, and are going to make sure you get the prize. Applying firm yet soft suction to me bursa sinirsiz eskort you increase the pace, you can feel my cock twitching in your mouth. This gives you much satisfaction.

I can feel it coming, you can sense me nearing climax, maintaining your attack on me, you sense the moment is imminent, with a load groan “oh fuck Marian” escapes my lips, you feel my cock expand and pulse in your mouth, delivering hot salty cum. You continue to suck on me, draining me. Making sure you savour every drop. I am weakened at the knees, heart pounding. As I soften you make your way back up my body. Gently kissing me, allowing me to enjoy the euphoria.

I want you now, bad. I lead you across the room to the lounge, forcefully pushing you back. No messing around this time. I tear your knickers away from your hips, slip them over your feet and throw them.

Immediately my mouth meets your pussy, growling and humming I engorge myself, kissing hard, my tongue probing deeply. You are so wet, my cheeks and chin are soon coated in your juices. Probing with my tongue I feel your pussy clamping me, first one then two fingers find themselves inside you. You shudder and moan loudly as I reach the spot. That place that is sacred, that drives you insane. I apply the pressure with one finger and stroke with the other. My tongue maintaining a steady rhythm on your engorged clit; it doesn’t take long and your whole body flexes in orgasm, your pussy clamping my fingers.

I climb myself up escort bayan to your mouth, kissing hard; you can taste yourself on my lips. I knead and pinch your nipples and breasts. With one smooth movement I am inside you, entirely. For a time I remain motionless, enjoying the feel of you. Slowly I start to move in and out, flexing my hard cock on every inward stroke to invigorate your g-spot. The tension is high, I withdraw, and then slowly insert just the head of my cock, teasing, again and again and again I just enter, sometimes an inch sometimes more, teasing, playing, and enjoying the sensations. You want me wholly, fully inside again. I relinquish to your desire. Gradually the tempo increases, I can feel your pelvic bone against me, telling me I am deep as I can go. The feeling is amazing, we’re speaking through minds and touch right now. I feel your breath on my neck, your heart beating against mine. The energy is immense, harder and faster I continue; your pussy feels so wet, warm and inviting. Like home. Intensifying in pleasure we are nearing finality. Our sweat is mixing together, our kisses harder to get between breaths; more and more intense is the feeling, building, growing, intensifying. I feel your body convulsing as you enter another orgasm, your pussy clamping on me so hard I struggle to move within you, this sets me right off. My body goes rigid as you feel my cock expanding inside you with the pressure; I empty myself for a second time within the hour. Together we climax, drowning in endorphins, high with ecstasy. This is magical.

Lazing into you my head against your chest I hearing your heart pounding, we both feel ecstatic, satisfied.

I’m thinking; how lucky am I to have such a glorious, sexy, beautiful, amazing woman in my arms. As I soften, still inside you, I want to stay like this forever.

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As I laid there in bed, enveloping her with my arms, lyrics came to mind. I sang softly under my breath to her.

“If anything could ever feel this real forever, If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I’ll ever ask of you, You got to promise not to stop when I say when, She sang.”

She shuffled around in my arms and turned to face me. “Good morning, baby.” I said sweetly, She replied with no words but with a kiss, one of which I was eager to return. It amazed me that no matter how many times I kissed her, I still got that electric feeling in my body, the one usually reserved only for first kisses. I brushed the hair away from her face and admired her.

Her soft skin, the color of caramel, was impeccable, smooth and soft. Her lips, rosy and fat, always called out to me. Her eyes were a soft honey that mesmerized me as I looked into them. They seemed to really know me, my strengths, and my weaknesses. With those eyes, she could see into my very soul. She knew when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was filled with passion. Her lashes were long and full, she looked as though she was always wearing false eyelashes. She was the kind of girl who never needed makeup to look gorgeous; sometimes it marred her youthful beauty.

Her hair was soft, with gentle waves that begged to be played with. It was jet black, with blue chunks. She was always the more bursa escort playful with her look. She was a small girl, about 5′ 2″, but her small frame packed a punch. She had warm supple breasts, I loved to watch them move up and down with her breaths, as she slept. Her waist gracefully curved in, and her hips softly flared out. Sometimes while she slept, I traced her curves with a light finger.

I held her with me, close, trying to freeze this moment, wishing to live forever in that bliss. I was overwhelmed by her. I got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, almost afraid of seeing myself. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, I felt different. The change sort of scared me, her love scared me. I was afraid that she would withdraw it, I was afraid to let her love me fully.

I looked in the mirror. My dark brown hair, was shiny and smooth, straight from the top, curling at the ends gracefully. My pale skin glowed rosily, warmth emanating from it. My brown eyes stared back at myself. My breasts jutted out, my hourglass figure looked ever exaggerated. She made me feel beautiful, something I have not felt in a while. I think that is what scared me about her the most.

Seeming to sense my despair, she walked into the bathroom and wrapped her arms around me from behind. I held her hands in front of me, and tears rolled down my face. I turned to her and she wiped escort bursa them away. She held me until I was calmed. “I love you, Alyssa. I love you no matter what. I love you until the day that I die, and even then, I will still love you. You are beautiful, you are perfect, and you are the only one that I want” she whispered.

She pulled my face to hers and kissed me with a tenderness that I have never been kissed with before. She placed her hands on my lower back and I held her shoulders, as we kissed. Her heated mouth moved from tender to passionate and soon her stationary hands began to roam all over my body. She moved with me towards the bed and lightly pushed me down. She climbed on top of me, and began to maul me.

She kissed me hard, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, exploring the cavity with pure lust. Our tongues danced, a sensual tango, a power struggle, one which she made sure she won. Her mouth moved from mine, and found it’s way to my neck. I moaned softly as she kissed me; my neck has always been one of my most sensitive areas. She nibbled at me, licked me. I never would have thought before that I could be so aroused simply by her kissing my neck.

Eventually she found her way down to my breasts. She moved me up and ripped off my bra, with a fire in her eyes, I have only seen that once. She laid me back down and covered one erect nipple with her mouth. bursa escort bayan I moaned as the hot swirl of sensations rained down upon me. “Ah…God, yes” I cried as she sucked and bit gently on my sensitive buds. I felt my wetness trickle down my sex and could do little more than moan as she devoured my breasts.

She moved ever lower, and kissed her way down my body. She pulled my underwear off swiftly and I gasped as the cool air hit my pussy. She wasted no time and my gasp was transformed into a scream as she sucked my clit. “Oh, fuck, yes…ah.” I stuttered as she lapped up my juices, coating my pussy in juices of her own. She stuck a finger in me and I screamed as she began to fuck me. She lightly bit on my clit and the continued to suck me. I bounced up and down, shimmy-ing my hips to allow more penetration and to help guide her mouth. I played with my tits while she fucked me, coming closer to the edge.

She stuck a second finger in my and begin to jerk her hand up and down stimulating my g-spot. I screamed “Oh. FUCK!” as she first made the contact. Her body seemed to know no limits as she violently pounded me. My yells turned into cries as she brought me to climax. My body shuddered violently, as I uncontrollably convulsed on the bed. I squirted all over her, as she licked my clit and drank up my juices.

I laid there spent, practically paralyzed from the sheer sensations that she put me through. And as I laid there and she held me until I fell asleep, the last thing I remember thinking “Everyday will feel this real forever, for everyday will be spent here with her. Kayla.”

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The room where they kept me was a guest bedroom that had an en suite bath which allowed me to take a shower.

There was no clock in the room and the wooden shutters seemed to be locked shut as was the door which I tried after several hours of waiting.

Time went by slowly as I recalled both the shame and excitement of being the hairless slut for three wild women. I ran my hands over my smooth body and it felt very erotic. My body had been depilated for several years but my head and eyebrows were freshly shaved. I looked in the mirror and the face looking back at me was mine without the frame of hair and the expression created by my brows. I accepted that it had been done to please my lover Gillian but was still uncertain how to deal with what she had allowed them to do to me.

As the hours passed, I became very tired and I lay down on the bed, pulling the duvet over me. I do not know how long I slept but I heard a key in the door and I turned towards it as it opened.

Nadine Whitman entered, followed by a blonde woman and Gillian. They approached the bed and I sat up facing them. Gillian pulled the sheet away from my body.

The blonde woman smiled and told me to stand facing her. I did not know her but something about her manner suggested that it would be a good idea to do as she said. I kept my eyes lowered rather than look into her green eyes beneath penciled arched brows.

She reached out to me and lifted my breasts.

“Very nice,” was her assessment.

She reached between my legs and found me smooth enough.

“I see that she has been waxed but her head is shaved?”

“Yes Mistress,” answered Nadine in an unusually deferential manner. “She was shaved yesterday for the first time.”

“It was my idea,” offered Gillian. “I was aware that you were looking for a bursa escort hairless slave and thought that you might find her suitable.”

“I do. I do. Has she ever been whipped?”

“She has been flogged but never severely.”

“So we do not know her ability to deal with pain.”

“No Mistress.”

“Never mind,” said the beautiful blonde. “She is very attractive and she is hairless. I am certain that she will be suitable.”

She opened her purse and produced a metal collar which she used to circle my neck. About 2 feet of chain hung from a loop at the front of the collar and she used it to pull me to her. Her green eyes blazed as she looked into mine.

“You have been sold to me my little cipher.”

Cypher! A word that means nothing! Zero! Gillian had betrayed me totally. She had had me shaved bald and had sold me to this rather beautiful cruel woman whose intentions were quite unknown.

She turned me around and cuffed my wrists together behind my back and without further ceremony she pushed me out the door. Once in the hall, she took the leash and led me out of the house and into a white Mercedes where she sat me nude in the back seat.

We drove only a few blocks to a boxy looking house that was finished with tan stucco and a few vines on one side. Behind it was a smaller structure that was made of plain cinder blocks. The Mistress led me through the front door with its studded planks and leaded windows. When we were inside, we were greeted by a nude woman in very high heels.

“Hello 22. This is my latest acquisition: cipher.”

“She is very pretty Mistress.”

“Yes. I will entrust her maintenance to you. Her body has been waxed so it only needs to be done every couple of weeks or so. Her head is to be shaved every morning until whether I decide whether she is to be made escort bursa permanently bald.”

“Yes Mistress,” said the brunette, bowing carefully as she took me by the arm.

The woman known as 22 was obviously some sort of submissive servant and it was obvious that she had been chosen for her beauty. Her hair was dark and she wore it in a gelled pixie cut. Her body was smooth and her nipples had been pierced and adorned with hoops from which a slender gold chain was suspended.

She led me away into the chamber where I was to reside. It was furnished in a Spartan fashion with a plain wooden bed and a dressing table. There was no place for clothes but there was no indication that I would ever be wearing clothes.

She sat me down at the dressing table and went to the small sink in the corner where she ran some water in a bowl and returned it to the table. She produced some shaving foam and filled her palm with a white mound..

“On special occasions, I will give you a straight razor shave but for routine shaves, I do it the easy way.”

Her fingers were deft as she carefully lathered my scalp. Her touch on my neck was almost erotic as she spread the white soap. Then, as she gently shaved me, she helped me understand what was happening.

“Who is the blonde lady whom you call Mistress?”

“I do not know her name but I do know that she is some sort of dealer in female sex slaves.”

“Sex slaves!”

“Yes. You are her latest acquisition. Once you have been trained you will be sold to the highest bidder.”

“That is impossible. This is the 21st century.”

22 gave me an ironic smile as she carefully shaved around my ears.

“It is,” she said, “and we are sex slaves.”

“Who will buy us?”

“I do not know who will buy you. I was shown at an auction and I was bursa escort bayan purchased by a European princess with a taste for female slaves. I was trained thoroughly as a lesbian lover so I expect that will be my role when I am delivered to her.”

“Are all the buyers female?”

“I don’t know what proportion of the buyers are female. I was under the care of 19 who was purchased by and oil sheik from the Middle East and one other slave was purchased by a Hollywood producer so our fate is indeterminate. I understand that there are a large number of female buyers but we are usually trained to use all orifices so that we can be enjoyed by all.”

As she wiped my head bare and powdered it, I shivered a little. I touched my smooth scalp and noticed that my nipples had hardened as I had been shaved. 22 noticed as well and she cupped my right breast in her hand.

22 bend over and kissed me on my mouth and I responded to her tender touch. I arched my back so my breasts were more easily accessible and I followed her meekly as she led me to the small bed.

She spread my legs and knelt between them, lowering her mouth onto my bare belly. Her kiss began just below my navel and ended with her tongue parting my nether lips.

She moved over me and lifted my arms above my head. She held my wrists down as she kissed me under each arm, exciting me with her tender mouth and tongue. Then she was pressed against me, warm smooth mounds crushed together as her mouth covered mine and her hands explored my body.

22 was an exquisite lover. She touched me and caressed me in every way that I could imagine, usually before I imagined it. When she was finished, she stood up from the bed, leaving me limp and exhausted.

“I think my part of the training is going to be very pleasant,” she said. “Keeping you smooth and making love to you sounds like pure pleasure for me.”

She walked away slowly and I ran my hands over my freshly shaved head.

Was it possible that I was embracing my fate as a hairless sex slave?

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Note: I hope most of you read “Drew’s First Time,” as this is a continuation of that story. Drew, as I stated there is a fictitious name for one of my fans that has told me a couple of stories about her love life, and they were such good stories, I worked with her to write them. Names and some small things have been fictionalized, but for the most part, this is her true story with as many of the details being totally factual, at least all the details and feelings that I could get her to tell me. I hope you enjoy it.

Pelios

*

The week after I had made love to Marcie, and had done some serious necking with her Mother, Katey, was a strange week that I remember all too well. I was constantly up and down to extremes, so much so that it must be what it is like to be bi-polar. Sometimes I would feel extreme guilt at my behavior and shame that I was at least bisexual if not lesbian. At such moments I would fear my coming weekend with Katey so much that I would consider making up an excuse and canceling. Then at the other extreme, I would get so excited at the prospects of my coming weekend with Mrs. Stengal, that I looked forward to it like I had looked forward to Christmas when I was a child.

I even spent some time that week studying my pussy. I used a magnifying hand mirror and would feel around my clit area trying to find a good place to masturbate. I would do this right before a shower then try out my findings in the shower. What I discovered was that my clit’s little head which just barely peeked out of its hood, and only during full sexual arousal, was too sensitive to manipulate directly, at least with something as rough as my fingertip. I finally found that wobbling the hood, or circling it worked best and for the first time in my life I was starting to bring myself to orgasm using my fingers instead of fucking a pillow – which was my tried and true old way of taking care of business.

Also that week, I had begun to look at other girls a little differently, and although I hate to put it this way, I was looking at them as sexual beings instead of competitors for boys. Lots of girls skip showers at school, but many take them regularly and I became one of those that week, so that I could get glimpses of naked girls, comparing, and I don’t like admitting it, admiring their bodies. I don’t think I saw any that I didn’t like, developing an appreciation for plump and skinny and all ranges in between. A small percentage of girls even shaved their nether regions entirely, and I found that pretty fascinating, too. I had to work hard not to stare.

Friday afternoon came around at last, and I decided I was going to wear my nicest, sexiest dress over to see Mrs. Stengal because she always dressed up when I came over. Of course, I didn’t actually have a sexy dress, as I wasn’t allowed to attend the sorts of functions where one would wear them, so I had to wear one of my church dresses. Still, it wasn’t too bad – a white long sleeve, high collared blouse with lace and ruffles and a red and black plaid skirt that was nearly getting tight and was right at knee length. My mother gave me the fish eye about it, even after I explained that it was sort of joke because of the way Mrs. Stengal always dressed formally.

On an interesting note on synchronicity, that week in English class we had covered Robert Burn’s poem about the mouse – the one that ends in “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy!” So there I was on Mrs. Stengal’s porch with my finger on the doorbell and my overnight bag in hand, when things went seriously agley. I, apparently, am the mouse.

Mrs. Stengal answered the door, elegantly attired in a snug and luscious form-fitting black evening dress, and somewhere beyond her, I hear Marcie’s voice in the background yelling, “Mom, is it okay if I call Drew and invite her over?”

Mrs. Stengal winced slightly and said, “Her father cancelled at the last minute – claimed he had the flu. I’m sure she has a perfect figure. Sorry, dear, I didn’t even have time to call.” Then over her shoulder she called, “That’s not necessary, dear, Drew is already here.” So as Mrs. Stengal ushered me in the hallway, up bounces Marcie and gives my dress and overnight bag a puzzled look. Mrs. Stengal added, “My doesn’t Drew look lovely in her dress!”

As I shut the door behind me and we all three advanced into the living room, Marcie, as direct as usual inquired, “Drew I am glad to see you, but what are you doing here? Did you just escape from church or something?” Marcie was dressed in a tee-shirt with horizontal red and white stripes, white shorts so brief that it was a wonder she wasn’t leaking pubic hair, and white deck sneakers with no socks. She looked like she had been yachting or something nautical.

I didn’t want to lie to Marcie, and frankly the elegant and graceful Mrs. Stengal had already prepared a fairly truthful evasion, “As a matter of fact, Marcie, she was to be my guest this weekend. Last weekend we had a long nice talk and we were planning to have some more discussions bursa escort and maybe even go out to dinner.” Then she added with a cocked eyebrow, “Are you the only one around here who is allowed any friends?” She winked at me as Marcie faked looking rebuked.

This was a mess, and I didn’t know what to do. I had always enjoyed coming over here, and had always felt more at home than in my own home, but at the moment, I felt like running screaming out of the door. Instead, I sat down my bag and said, “I’m glad to be here. Maybe you and I should talk first, Mrs. Stengal.” I turned to Marcie, “I hope you don’t mind, Marcie. I’ll get with you in just a little while.”

“Certainly, Drew, just follow me into my bedroom and we’ll have a little chat.” She turned to Marcie, “Why don’t you go set the table, dear. I’ll be out in a few minutes to put something together for dinner.”

Marcie nodded and Mrs. Stengal led me into her bedroom and shut the door behind me. She gathered me in her arms and gave me a hug then a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m so sorry, Drew. You can’t imagine how much I looked forward to our time together this weekend.” She drew away a little and gave me an up and down examination. “Wow, you look so hot in that dress, and what that blouse does for your breasts!”

“Yeah well,” I sighed, “I’ve just got to get these pantyhose off. It wasn’t so bad outside in fall weather, but inside, it will make me sweat. My mother insisted I wear them with a dress.”

“Oh, let me!” Katey cried, promptly kneeling at my feet and sliding her hands up the outside of my legs. I noticed she was wearing a ponytail tonight and a diamond necklace, a really expensive diamond necklace, and I was a bit stunned at her kneeling in front of me. She glanced up at me, “Please just hold up the hem of your dress, dear, so I can watch what I’m doing?”

I felt brazen, embarrassed, horrified and titillated. Not so much in that order but in a continuous roller coaster of a loop as I blushed but obeyed, raising my hem up to my breasts and exposing myself from the navel down. Slowly she peeled my pantyhose down, taking care not to pull my panties down with them, and slowly pulled them down to my ankles, removed my shoes one at a time and slipped the hose off my feet. Then while I looked down her cleavage she leaned forward and gave me a warm kiss on my panties where they covered the right side of my hip.

She stood, a little pink in the face herself, and kissed me deeply. That was the first time I had noticed what a long tongue she had. After quite a long kiss, she stepped back and said quietly, “I’m going to go scrape something together for dinner, but first, have you decided what your major will be in college?”

I was still trying to catch my breath but I ventured, “Um, no.”

“Well,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I am thinking about returning to college to get my masters or maybe pursue another degree. There, we have talked about colleges, our futures, and possible majors. That will give you something to explain to Marcie, who I am sure will have questions.” She handed me my pantyhose and led me out the door and over to the dining area, where Marcie was pouring glasses of water.

“That will do, Marcie. Thanks for the help. I’m going to try and throw us something together, so take Drew upstairs and play while I fix dinner. I’ll call when it’s ready.”

Marcie gave me a big grin and led me up the stairs to her room after I grabbed my bag and slipped the pantyhose inside. Once inside Marcie’s room, the smile fell off her face. “Drew are you upset with me about something?” It was hard not to stare at her tanned shapely legs in those curiously brief shorts.

“Of course not! Why do you ask?” I really didn’t have a clue.

Marcie shrugged and made a gesture with her hands, “I didn’t see you all week at lunch, and after last weekend… Well, I thought you might be having second thoughts or mad at me or avoiding me or something.”

I held back a chuckle and took her hands into mind and said seriously, “Marcie, last weekend was so wonderful that it wouldn’t be an understatement to say it changed my life. But on Monday morning, my counselor changed me to an advanced math class, and that caused my lunch to be moved to third lunch. The only thing that upsets me is that you worried about yourself and me all week when a phone call could have straightened everything out. You have heard of the telephone, right?”

I sighed, “Besides, I have been a little preoccupied all week. Do you worry about being a lesbian? I have to say I have worried a bit about that. But on the other hand, it didn’t keep me from looking the other girls over in gym class.”

Marcie giggled, “Me too! Did you find it hard not to really stare at the ones with shaved privates? And I have heard of a telephone – at least I think I have, but would you want to call your house and go through your mom, the call screener?”

I shrugged, “Ok, but if you don’t call you don’t get the news. But yeah, I had to tear my eyes off some shaved girls. Personally, I think pubic hair is sexier, but I have to escort bursa admit that those smooth little camel-toes do draw the eye pretty relentlessly.” I grinned back, “Even in class, I found myself trying to get a look up girls dresses a couple of times. I masturbated about twice a day all week. And I was thinking about girls when I did it, too.”

“Me too!” Marcie giggled again, then stepped close and gave me my second deep and very serious kiss of the evening. Marcie had a long tongue, too – must be an inherited thing. Both Marcie and her mom had tongues that were pointed on the end, where mine was rounded. It was strange to think about that while a pretty blond had her tongue in my mouth, and both hands cupping my bottom. Marcie even had a tad of perfume on – White Shoulders – and it began to fill me with desire as her tongue stroked under mine. She broke the kiss to whisper, “Can I take your panties off?”

“What? Why? We’re going down to dinner in a few minutes!” I gasped, still breathing hard from the kiss.

“I just want to eat dinner knowing that you are naked under your dress. It would turn me on so much!”

I shrugged, “Okay, I guess.” It’s not like I could deny her a thing like that, but it was so d‚j… vu when she lifted my hem, had me hold it, then drew my panties slowly down, giving me a good looking over while she did it. I glanced down and noticed my dark brown fur was flat and neat from being pressed down by panties and pantyhose. Again, I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. She pulled my flats off, drew my panties over my feet and handed them to me, gave me a quick kiss and thanked me. I tucked them into my overnight bag, where they joined my abandoned pantyhose. “Um, Marcie, can I ask you something rather delicate?”

Standing now and with both hands again cupping my bottom, Marcie nodded, looking me cheerfully in the eyes. “Yes, I masturbate thinking about you sometimes.”

I wrinkled my nose at her, then said more seriously, “Er, what would you say if I told you that I would really love to have sex with your mom?”

“Ha!” Marcie cried with a giggle, “I’d say you’d have to wait in line. Who wouldn’t want to have sex with Mother – she’s a bomb! But it’s been five years since her divorce and she hasn’t even gone out once, so I wouldn’t hold my breath! Don’t you think she looks like Jessica Alba?”

“I dunno, Marcie, Jessica has brown hair, your mom is blond. Your mom has fairer skin, although she does have a nice tan – how does she do that in November?”

“Tanning salon, just like me,” answered Marcie with a long-suffering air. “Don’t you think you are being a bit nit-picky? They have similar facial structures.”

“Well your mom has blue eyes and Jessica’s are brown, and Jessica’s mouth is wider, but they do look similar in age and I guess they have similar dimples when they smile. Your mother looks very young for a woman in her thirties.”

“She had me when she was fourteen, smarty pants, and she’s only thirty-two, and looks maybe twenty-five.” Marcie grinned and squeezed my butt.

“I’m not a smarty pants, I’m not even wearing any, and I think your mother looks like Marilyn Monroe. And you sure seem fond of squeezing my ass.”

“She doesn’t look like Marilyn Monroe! And I LOVE squeezing your ass!”

“Well neither one of them is Chinese!” I let Marcie giggle and squeeze my bottom some more, and I said, “Seriously, Marcie, I want to have sex with your mom. How would you feel about it if I did?”

She looked at me still smiling but realizing I was serious she stopped smiling to thoughtfully frown, “I wouldn’t mind and I would love to watch. To tell you the truth, I know it’s incestuous and all that, but if Mom would let me, I’d have sex with her too. She is the prettiest, sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. But the real question is, would you still want to have sex with shabby little me after you had sex with a bomb like Mom?”

“Oh yes, Marcie. I love having sex with you!” I said and kissed her as seriously as she had kissed me, and this time I let my hands drift down to her bottom and pulled our hips together. After kissing her a minute, I whispered, “Do you think we’re lesbians or just bisexual?”

“I think I would still enjoy getting a good fucking from a boy, if I could find one who could give me a good fucking.” She kissed my neck, then whispered, “but even a good fucking doesn’t turn me on as much as the idea of having sex with you. In fact the only thing that turns me on close to that much would be maybe having sex with my Mom.” She resumed our kissing without asking me how I felt and we were still kissing and getting to the panting stage when we heard her mom calling us to dinner.

“Would you let me give your pussy a quick kiss?” asked Marcie with a mischievous grin.

“I guess so, but really quick.” I can’t believe I agreed to that, but Marcie quickly knelt, raised my dress, and nuzzled my bush for a second then gave me a warm kiss low in my pubic hair, just at the top of my slit. It felt so nice that I would have spread my legs for her, but she got up, gave me another naughty bursa escort bayan grin and we headed for the door.

“Tasty!” she whispered as we walked down the stairs, hand in hand. I just blushed.

I don’t recall what we had for dinner, but it was simple but good. Soup and a sandwich, I think, and her mother was pouring a liqueur for all three of us when the phone rang. Marcie rose to get it and came back a minute later with a portable phone. Handing it to me, she mouthed, “Your mom.”

“Yes Mother, I’m fine and got here all right. I love you too, bye.” I handed the phone back to Marcie. Mrs. Stengal and Marcie both looked at my sympathetically.

Marcie sat down the phone on the table and picked up her glass and took a sip, “She hasn’t done that in quite a while.”

“Yeah,” I sighed and took a sip of the liqueur too. It was chocolate covered cherries flavored, and it was delicious. I felt bad about my mother’s call and began to tear up a little.

“Drew!” said Mrs. Stengal with concern, “Tell us what is the matter?”

I sighed and wiped my eyes, feeling a bit silly. “I know my folks aren’t evil people, but I get so tired, so, so tired of the suspicion and tenseness over there. My older brother, my older sister, so many secrets, keeping secrets so that my parents won’t find out and condemn us.” I shrugged, “I guess what is upsetting me is how much I love it here, being with you two, and now the secrets are starting here. I’m just not sure I can take it here, you know?” My eyes were tearing up again, and I fought valiantly to hold them back.

Marcie immediately turned to her mom; “I had sex with Drew last weekend. It was wonderful, and I plan to have sex with her again this weekend. Does that help, Drew?”

“I know, dear,” Mrs. Stengal flipped her hands in a helpless gesture, “I want to have sex with Drew, too. In fact, we were going to get pretty wild this weekend, ourselves.” She put her hand on mine, and added, “There you go, Drew. No secrets in this house, and never again!”

Well that stopped the tear factory, and I felt overwhelmed with love for both of them. I knew how much courage that had taken them both. “Thank you both. I love you both so much!” Mrs. Stengal handed me a Kleenex to blow my nose.

“What do you mean, you knew?” asked Marcie of her mom, curious but not upset at all.

“Oh, Drew confessed to me about how she’d been taking advantage of you,” Mrs. Stengal shrugged casually, “And I told her that was silly, that you couldn’t sleep through all that, and to go upstairs and fuck you and then invite you to participate. I just wanted you both to have a good time, dear. Sex is just about the most fun thing to do, at least that was always my opinion.”

I guess the levy broke, because this was becoming a very sexual and intriguing Alice-in-Wonderland kind of conversation. I was blushing at my role in the talk even though I wasn’t saying anything yet. So I decided to contribute. “Katey, Marcie thinks you are so sexy that she has had sexual thoughts about you, herself.”

“Ha!” retorted Marcie with a vengeful grin, “Drew’s not wearing panties right now.”

Mrs. Stengal gave me a look that was hard to interpret until she said, “Really, Drew?”

“Well, I’m only not wearing panties ’cause Marcie took ’em off me.”

Mrs. Stengal looked at Marcie, “And you’ve had sexual thoughts about me? My, my – I feel several things about that and at least one of them is flattered.” Mrs. Stengal paused, “Maybe from now on, everyone around here ought to call me Katey. Mrs. Stengal doesn’t sound all that sexy.”

“As long as we are telling all,” I said, not wanting to overdo it but still wanting to get it all out, “Katey did mention how much she would enjoy watching you and me having sex, Marcie. How would you actually feel about that? I have to admit I would do nearly anything to make Katey happy.”

Marcie looked thoughtful and paused long enough to try it out in her mind’s eye, “Um, that might even be nice, kind of kinky, but nice, if Mom, I mean, Katey, was naked too. Sorry, Katey, but I may be a little kinkier than you knew about me. And seeing you naked would be really hot!” Marcie paused again, and then asked, “Have you ever had any sexual thoughts about me, Mom. Sorry, Katey, I mean? Mom, I’m not too sure I can do this Katey thing; I just keep forgetting.” She took a breath, “But you are so sexy! You remind me of Jessica Alba.”

I offered, “With not quite so wide a mouth, fairer skin, lighter hair and eye color, of course.”

Marcie gave me a mock glare, “Drew’s pubic hair smells really nice.”

“Really, Drew? Perfume?” asked Katey with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” I sighed, “but I do use shampoo. I just figured it’s hair, so I shampoo it along with my head.”

“What a delightful idea! I think I’ll steal that one from you Drew, if you don’t mind.” She sighed and looked back at Marcie, “It’s a painful thing for a mother to admit, you know, but I’m human. Sure I’ve had sexual thoughts about you, Marcie. When I look in on you at night, and you are sleeping with just your panties and your tee-shirt, and you’ve kicked your covers off, I want to kiss your bottom, just like I did when you were a baby. Only when you were a baby, I didn’t want to kiss you between the cheeks. Does that count?”

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About six months ago I got my Associate’s Degree in criminal justice, hoping some day to hook up as a paralegal with a district attorney’s office. When the opportunity came up to work toward a Bachelor’s Degree, I decided to take a few more courses to see if I was serious enough about the subject matter to move on to even bigger and better things. I signed up for six credits at Colorado University, which meant four two-hour nights at school (leaving only Wednesdays free for me during the week). The course I enjoyed the most involved a history of serial killers. I had read most of Ann Rule’s books, so I knew a little bit about the subject, but Professor William Beacham had a knack of making each case history unique and interesting.

There were 12 of us in the class, eight men and four women. All of us, except for one woman, were in our early twenties. Kim appeared to be 36 or 37, but she was the one who provided a lot of inspiration for the class. She was really cute with dark-red hair that was cut short and tons of freckles. Her smile and her laughter were infectious. She had taken very good care of herself, as evidenced by her trim figure. She was smart as a whip and, more often than not, led the class discussions. I think the thing I liked about her the most was her sharp wit. She could make the whole class laugh with her humor. Professor Beacham made her his little “pet,” but it was obvious there was nothing more than a teacher-student relationship between them.

During a classroom break, I was sitting at a table by myself, hoping a cup of coffee would get my through the rest of the evening. Kim came into the break room and got a cup of chocolate from the vending machine. Looking around the room she noticed I was by myself. She politely asked if she could join me. I smiled and said, “Please do. Talking will stop me from going to sleep.”

She sat across from me. We introduced each other. Damn, she was cute as button. I had never been really good friends with anyone older than 30, but I liked her almost instantly. It wasn’t a sexual liking, by any means. I noticed her wedding ring, so I assumed she was straight anyway. Kim was just about the easiest person to talk to that I had ever met. And I liked the way she looked into my eyes when she spoke. She was an attentive listener as well.

“So what do you do for a living,” she asked.

“I work at a day-care center for children. I’m the assistant manager. Eventually, though, I’d like to get into something that is criminal justice related. You?”

“Strictly a housewife. Husband, children. The whole bit. I am only taking this course because I am interested in learning how to be a serial killer.”

I nearly choked on my coffee.

She laughed, and I knew she was kidding. “Of course,” she continued, “not too many serial killers have stayed out of jail. I want to be the first one to never get caught.”

“A noble idea, Kim,” I said, pan-faced. “Have you already started on your little adventure?”

“Not yet. I’m really just sizing up potential victims. It has to be done in such a way, you know, that the first few look like accidents, so the police don’t get suspicious.”

“Have you decided on a modus operandi yet?

“Yup. All my victims will be female, young ones, between 20 and 25.”

God, I hope she was kidding. I tried to hide a gulp. “I see. That makes a lot of sense to me. The police will start looking for a male perpetrator. They would never suspect a woman.”

“Exactly, BethAnne. Would you like to be my partner?”

This time my gulp was far too obvious. “You mean your partner on a killing spree?” I asked, my voice almost in a whisper for fear of being overheard. “Well, I guess that would be more to my liking than being your first victim.”

Kim laughed out loud. “You would make a delightful partner. But you don’t look like a very willing victim.”

“I would think most victims are not very willing.”

“Oh,” she said with a smile as pretty as the morning, “all of my victims will be willing, at least until the coup de gras.”

I looked at my watch. Almost 8:30. Time to get back to class. “Can I get back to you later with my final answer?” trying to hold back a smirk.

“You mean on whether you want to be my partner or a victim?”

Despite the subject matter, I was somehow drawn to Kim, and I couldn’t explain to myself why. “Oh, I’ve already decided that I want to be your first victim. I just need to tell you when.”

Kim laughed once more and, in the process of laughing, nonchalantly put her hand over mine. Her touch, seemingly meaningless, sent a bolt of electricity through me. “I’ll go easy on you. It will be a learning experience.”

We got up and left the break-room together. It was summertime. The weather had been close to 90 degrees all day. I was wearing a pair of old dungarees and a shirt, from Joe’s Crab Shack, that had a peace sign on the back and a front that read “Lovers eat crabs.” On the other hand, Kim was wearing a pink and white flowered sundress with straps bursa escort and a V neck that showed off a lot of her freckles. We were 14 years apart in age, we were dressed quite differently, but there was something about her that attracted me instantly. Part of me wanted something more; the other part of me, the realistic side, said she was married and was probably too straight to mess with.

After class, on the way to car, I felt someone close behind me. I turned my head. It was Kim. “Stalking me?” I asked with the cutest smile I could muster.

She giggled like a school girl and moved at a bit faster pace so she could catch up with me. “Yup. And now I’ve got you!” She jokingly grabbed my arm. “What a delightful first victim!”

“If I have to go at such a young age, would it be okay with you if I at least had a few drinks to help ease the pain?”

Kim smiled. “Is that an invitation to go out for a drink?”

“There’s a place right up the street that serves a mean Irish Coffee.”

“Killigans?”

“Yup.”

“Meet you there in five minutes!”

As I opened my car door and threw the books in the back seat, my heart was strangely pounding. It was late and I was tired, put the thought of talking more with pretty Kim had given me a second wind. We arrived at Killigan’s simultaneously.

The first decision we had to make was for a table or a booth. Kim chimed in right away. “Booth. It’s a lot more quiet.”

The room was not real crowded. The music seemed softer than normal, and there was not of annoying chatter. As soon as we sat down, we order Irish Coffees.

“Do you plan on meeting all of your victims over drinks?” I asked.

“Only those who claim they need to be in a mellow mood before I let them have it.”

“Good idea. And it’s probably better that you vary your m.o. from time to time. If you get seen in public with too many of your victims, that is certain to raise the veil of suspicion.”

“Exactly. You seem to know a lot about methods. Maybe you should be the serial killer.”

“And you my first victim?”

“All’s fair in love and war, BethAnne.”

“Beth,” I said. “Only my mother calls me ‘BethAnne.’ All my friends call me ‘Beth.’”

“Okay, ‘Beth’ it is. Can we be serious for a second?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Thanks. I really needed this time to chat with someone. My hubbie’s been away on an extended business trip and my two daughters are away at college. I was getting sort of lonely at home with no one to talk to.”

“Your daughters are in college?” I asked incredulously. “Were you a child bride or something?”

Kim laughed. “My first marriage was at seventeen. Guess you could call it a child bride. We had children the first two years. Then things went downhill. I got a divorce when I was only 20. Try getting a date as a 20 year-old with two kids hanging around. I was 26 when I met my current hubbie. He was great with children and his sexual appetite was unbelievable. So we got married two years later. And here I am.”

“Are you happily married?”

There was a pregnant pause as she pondered her answer. “For the most part, yes. Of course, what was happening five or six times a week while we were dating, and for the first few years of marriage, only happens once or twice or month now.”

“That’s probably about par for the course. You’ve been married 11 years?”

She nodded. “I like your math skills!”

I sensed there might be a course to be chartered here, and Kim was beginning to turn me on more and more. I decided to go for the kill. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“No problem, sweetie.”

“Is it still good for you, though?”

Her answer came without hesitation. “Not nearly as good as it was five years ago.”

She was still fairly young. And quite attractive. “Have you thought about… ah…”

“Looking outside of marriage?” she interrupted.

“Yes.”

“Oh, the thought has crossed my mind. But I guess I am a little scared. Anyways, Beth, I didn’t mean to monopolize the conversation. What about you? You are really cute. I bet you have them lined up at the door.”

For just a heartbeat, I thought about telling Kim I was a lesbian, but I decided to give the subject some time to build. “Well, I’m single. But I really don’t date. I dated a lot when I was going to school, but it got pretty stale.”

“Damn, girl, you are young and pretty. You’ve got a beautiful figure and a sweet personality. You should be getting it on every night. What do you do for excitement?”

It was time to let a little more of the cat out of the bag. “I’ve got a roommate. Heather. We usually find something to keep us occupied.”

Kim looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. I could almost see her mind buzzing. The suspense was killing me. I wished she would ask THE question, so we could move on. Finally, she got up the nerve. “Beth, are you… are you and Heather… ah…”

I smiled. It was finally time. Before she could muster the right words, I said, boldly and freely, bursa escort bayan “Yes, Kim, we are lesbians.” The word “lesbians” tripped so lightly off of my tongue it surprised me. “Does that bother you, Kim?”

“Not at all. In fact…” Her words trailed off into space.

What was she about to tell me? I had to know. So I pressed, “Yes?”

She looked deeply into my eyes, melting me on the spot. “I guess I have always been a bit curious about girls.”

My heart started racing. I was becoming more and more attracted to Kim, and now she had opened the door, however slightly. The good side of me told me to drop the subject and move on; the devil inside me told me that this little cutie, 14 years my senior, was ripe for the pouncing. Of course, I pounced.

“Curious enough to do anything about it?” I asked, nonchalantly taking a sip of the Irish Coffee through a straw while I kept my eyes glued to hers.

“Only once. A year ago. A girl about your age. But it never went beyond a little petting. I think we were too scared.”

“So you like robbing the cradle, huh?”

She laughed. “If I have an attraction for women, and I guess I do or I wouldn’t be telling you this, it is for girls about your age.” Wow! Who was coming on to whom here? “But,” she continued, “with most girls your age the attraction usually isn’t reciprocal.”

It was time to go for all the marbles, to throw it all on the line, here and now. “Kim, may I be really honest with you?”

“Of course.”

“I am very attracted to you.”

“Honesty is the best policy, Beth. And, if I may say so, the attraction is mutual.”

Well. Not quite a done deal. But the cards were on the table. I had just been dealt a royal flush. “Do you think we should do something about this mutual attraction?” I asked, as my face flushed a thousand shades of red.

“What about Heather?”

“What she doesn’t know, can’t hurt her. What about your hubbie?”

“He won’t be back until Tuesday. He’s in Seattle on a business trip. The house is empty.”

I smiled. “Is than an invitation?”

“We better go there before I change my mind,” she replied.

I put my hand over hers and held it there. Our eyes were locked on each other’s. “If you change your mind I’ll become the serial killer.”

Kim laughed. “I live at 3024 Constitution. First house on the left after Riverland Drive.”

“Keep the light on!” I said as we both arose from the table. I thought my heart was about to pound right out of chest.

I was feeling a little high from the Irish Coffee, but the feeling of euphoria that was sweeping all over me at this moment was unbelievable. I had no idea what might transpire at Kim’s house, maybe nothing, but I could feel that familiar feeling of anticipation in my loins. The sweet tingle between my legs was all too obvious. I was nervous as all get-out, but I was really looking forward to my latest adventure.

Kim’s house was gorgeous, tastefully decorated (mostly in light pastels), and thankfully air-conditioned. She made me feel at home almost immediately. She was friendly without acting awkwardly. I mean, here we were, knowing why the both of us were here, but she had a way of easing any discomfort and nervousness.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked.

I was still a bit light-heated from the drink at Killigans. “Just some ice water,” I replied.

I sat down on the sofa and awaited Kim’s return with the water. She placed it on a coaster in front me, leaning far enough over in the process to give a me quick peak down her bodice. She was wearing a white bra. There wasn’t a lot of cleavage, but I did notice that the very top of her breasts were freckled, just like her chest. I wondered if she had caught me looking. When she sat down next to me, her face was beet red.

“I’m very nervous,” she admitted.

“Don’t be. I won’t bite you.”

She laughed. “Then why are you here. I was hoping to get bitten!”

I sipped on the water as the ice tingled in the glass. Thoughtfully, she had put a lemon in the water to give it a little flavor.

“I never bite on the first date,” I said.

“Well, what do you do on the first date?” she asked.

I put my drink on the coaster and turned toward Kim. “This…” I replied, putting a hand behind her neck and drawing her toward me. The kiss seemed perfectly natural. Tentative at first, we shared each other’s lips for a few moments. I wasn’t wearing lipstick; Kim’s lips were glazed with something that made them soft and pliable. As the kiss lingered, the passion began to build. She leaned in closer to me in what had now become a full embrace. Her breasts felt very nice against mine. I put my arm around her and lightly scratched her back. She ran her hand through the back of my hair.

Kim was the first to use her tongue. Just a soft lick at my lips, testing the waters I guess. When I moaned and opened my mouth in silent invitation, Kim wasted no time in driving her tongue, velvet-soft and saliva-filled, into me. I let her explore escort bursa for while, then drove her tongue out with mine as we wrestled for territory. My tongue searched everywhere it could inside her mouth. The kiss seemed to go on forever. And I never wanted it end. The both of us were breathing more raggedly with each passing moment. I had the feeling we both were going to enjoy the rest of this evening.

When we finally decided to come up for air, Kim could hardly catch her breath. “You are a little hottie,” she said between inhales and exhales.

“You are not so bad yourself. I like the way you kiss.”

She smiled that beautiful smile once more. I was so drawn to her it was unbelievable. “I’m so glad we met.”

“You have a way of making me feel very comfortable in what could have been an awkward situation,” I said. I really meant it. Maybe it was her maturity. Maybe it just came natural to her.

“I never want you to feel uncomfortable, Beth. I want you always to feel at home with me. I promise never to be pushy.”

We were still hugging. She nestled her head in the crook of my neck and I gently brushed my fingers over her left cheek. She cooed softly. Her diamond earring glistened brightly from the light next to the sofa. Every time she took a breath her breasts pressed more tightly against my chest. Her hand came to rest lightly on my thigh.

I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. She moaned. I kissed and licked for several moments, every once in a while stealing my way up to ear. She moaned even more loudly at each touch of my lips to her ear. I made a mental note that I had found a really hot spot that called for further exploration. As I kissed her, Kim’s left hand flowed through my hair. She was really messing up what I had carefully brushed into place earlier in the evening, but I didn’t care. I played sweet music on her neck with my lips and tongue, goaded on by the sounds coming from deep inside her throat.

Almost nonchalantly, I let my right hand come to rest lightly over Kim’s left breast, over the bodice of the sundress. It felt so natural for my hand to be there. From somewhere in the house I heard chimes ring from a clock. I counted ten of them. My roommate would wonder why I did not come home directly from class, as I usually did, but it was not entirely unusual for me to have a drink or two afterward. Having spent a little time at Killigans with Kim, it would only be a little white lie…

Purposely, I did not move the hand that still rested over the fullness of a breast that I soon hoped to become well acquainted with. Kim knew my hand was there, knew I would soon be caressing her, but I wanted her to want it more before I proceeded any further. It was, however, time to begin an all-out attack on her ear. If she was as sensitive there as I was, I would have her literally eating out of my hands (or other places!) in seconds.

At first, I merely brushed her hair to the side, to give me unfettered access, and planted a few soft kisses over her ear. “Mmmmm,” she cooed. “I love that, Beth!”

Simultaneously, I drove my tongue into Kim’s ear and, for the first time, gently squeezed the fullness of her breast. She immediately moaned and shifted her whole body more into me, easing her left leg over both of my legs and forcing her skirt fairly high up her thighs in the process. I gave her ear a tongue bath, literally. Every once in a while I drove the tip of my tongue into it, making her cry out in pleasure. I toyed with her ear with relentless abandon for the better part of five minutes. Her cries of delight reverberated throughout the room.

Using only the side of my thumb, I brought Kim’s nipple into full erection beneath the bodice and bra. Suddenly, I felt her left hand move away from my hair directly over my right breast. She squeezed it gently. “Oh, baby…” I whispered into her ear, followed by a gentle flow of warm breath that seemed to intensify the moment a thousand fold. She quickly pressed her hand really hard over my tit and moaned from deep inside her throat.

Having brought her nipple to hardness, it was time to move on. Without breaking away from her ear, I moved my hand to Kim’s thigh, just below the hemline of the skirt. She was wearing stockings or pantyhose, making her legs feel ultra-smooth. I used gentle pressure on her thigh as a hint to pull her over me. She took the hint and before I knew it, her body was directly over mine with my left leg just inside her dress. The movement brought my tongue away from her ear, but now afforded her total access to my neck and ear.

Kim returned the favor. She was all over me, doing everything I had done to her and more. I used the building heat to grab her ass, over the sundress, with both of my hands. I squeezed each globe tightly every time I felt her tongue delve into my ear. Feeling brave, I pulled the back of the skirt up until I had easy access to her pantyhose-covered derriere. I played with her buns to my heart’s content as Kim laved my neck and ear with sweet, wet licks and kisses.

She finally stopped the kissing long enough to ask, breathlessly, “Would you like to go my bedroom, honey?”

I liked being called “honey.” I smiled. “Only if you let me have my way with you.”

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“Everything is arranged,” Veronica says.

She sits down at our table, sips her coffee, smiles at me.

I’m uneasy. It’s a hot idea, but I’m really not that adventurous. No, this idea isn’t just hot, it’s wild. Crazy wild.

“Veronica, are you sure about this?”

“I thought we agreed. You’re not backing out, are you?”

“No.”

“Good. It’s all set up. They have the room number and they said she’ll be there at nine sharp. Her name is Maria.”

Last week the idea seemed like a marvelous lark. We would have an “escort” service send a girl to us in a hotel. A few wild hours to celebrate the beginning of our third year together. Everyone says the average lesbian relationship lasts two years, but we’re starting our third. Veronica thought of a way to celebrate, and last week the idea did excite me.

But now I don’t know. Yes, I do know — I’m still excited, but I’m uncertain about it. Uncertain about what? I don’t really know. Anyway, it’s too late, the arrangements have been made. I agreed, didn’t I?

Veronica and I leave the restaurant and walk the two blocks to the hotel where we’ve reserved a room. I’m sorry about the hotel now, because I think I’d be more comfortable in our apartment. But Veronica insisted on the hotel room. She never likes strangers coming to our place. Silly, isn’t it? I wouldn’t mind it at home at all.

It’s a good hotel, not cheap. Veronica never likes anything cheap. We ride the elevator to the sixteenth floor, and once we’re inside the large luxuriously appointed room I feel much better.

Veronica kisses my lips lightly, her fingers pinching one of my nipples through my blouse. “Why don’t the two of us stay the night here afterwards? We’ll have room service bring us breakfast in bed.”

I tell her I’d love it. What a marvelous idea!

Precisely at nine o’clock, someone knocks on the door. Veronica goes to the door, opens it, and a tall brunette walks in smiling at us.

“Hi, I’m Maria. I’m not late, am I?”

She’s stunning, maybe twenty-five, long dark hair, dark eyes, a willowy figure in a tight red dress, sheer dark hose and strap sandals with stiletto heels.

Now it’s Veronica who is not so confident. Maria is more than we expected. Much more. I actually thought we might have a bubble-gum chewing bimbo on our hands, but this is something else.

Veronica introduces us. Maria smiles, looks at us warmly. “If you have something to drink, I’d love it.”

“Scotch? There should be some in that little bar.”

“That’s fine.” She puts her purse down on the dresser, and she walks to the window to look at the lights of the city. “Nice view, isn’t it?”

The view I’m looking at is nice also. What I’m looking at is her round ass. Her dress is so tight the curve of each cheek is visible. Her legs are lovely too, with full calves and slender ankles.

Veronica brings each of us a drink, and then she returns with her own.

Maria lifts her glass and says: “I can see you’re both nervous. But just relax and we’ll have a great time.”

Veronica has recovered some of her poise. “Do you often get two…?

“Two women?”

“Yes.”

Maria laughs. “Not as often as I’d like. But it happens once in a while, and I think tonight will be one of the better times because I already like both of you. bursa escort Really.”

I wonder if she’s merely saying that. It’s for money, isn’t it? But she seems honest; she has an open honest face and I believe she does like us. That’s crazy, isn’t it? We’ve bought her time, and yet I still want her to like us.

Maria asks permission to switch on the radio, and she finds a soft rock station that mellows the mood quickly.

Maria says: “Do you have anything particular in mind, or would you like me to start things?”

Veronica looks at me and we agree with our eyes. “There’s nothing particular,” Veronica says.

Maria gives us a pretty smile. “All right, why don’t you both sit and I’ll do a strip for you and we’ll see how it goes.”

Veronica and I sit down in the two easy chairs. The ice is shaking in my glass. I’m nervous again, but now it’s because my excitement is so intense. Yes, I want to watch her strip. I want to see what she has under that tight red dress.

The beat of the music is heavy and sexual. She’s adept, graceful, her hips swaying just enough to make her movements totally erotic. The dress has a hidden zipper that runs completely down her right side, and she pulls at it slowly, slowly, opening her covering, peeling herself open, emerging like some ripe tropical fruit from its outer skin. When the zipper is down to her thigh, she pushes the dress off each shoulder and she wiggles it down, drops it to the carpet and steps out of it.

Veronica glances at me, a smile hovering at her lips. She’s excited; I can see it in her eyes.

Maria is a hot dream. She wears a red lace bra that pushes up her full breasts, a red g-string, a thin red garter belt to hold up her dark hose. She smiles and deliberately turns to show us the rear view, and my excitement intensifies because I like asses and this one is exquisite. Her ass is totally exposed because the thong of the g-string is tight between the full round cheeks, tight in the dark deep split.

While she still has her back to us, she unhooks the bra and removes it, tosses it away, then slowly turns to face us again with her hands lifting her breasts and holding them out to us like two melons. The areolas are wide and brown, the nipples thick and mouth watering.

She moves toward us, her body swaying, moving close enough so that I can see the sheen of sweat near her dimpled navel. Veronica is on her left and I’m on her right. She comes to me first, dangling her breasts over my face, her body swaying, tantalizing me. Then she moves to Veronica and she does the same. Her body is a lovely arrangement of lush curves, her legs exquisite in the dark hose.

Stopping half way between our two chairs, supporting her breasts with her hands, she leans forward a bit. “Someone be nice to me and suck one of these.”

Again, Veronica glances at me, and I say: “Go on, Veronica.”

Maria immediately moves to Veronica to offer her breasts. Veronica lifts her face, opens her mouth, and Maria makes a sound of pleasure as she feeds one of her thick nipples to Veronica’s lips.

My body is tight with sexual tension. I want to touch myself, but I hold back. The scene amazes me: the two of us, Veronica and I, still fully dressed, while this dark-haired beauty entertains us.

Entertaining Veronica. Veronica is holding escort bursa the breast herself now, holding the breast with one hand while the other hand fondles the other breast. Veronica sucks at the nipple, pulls back, licks it, sucks it again. Then she moves her mouth to the other breast and she does the same.

Maria groans. “Oh baby, I like it.” Her nipples are swollen, puffed out, more reddish than before.

Veronica finally pulls away for good, licking her lips, Maria’s breast wet with her saliva. “Her turn now,” Veronica says, gesturing in my direction.

Maria smiles at me as she approaches my chair. She moves in close to hang her luscious breasts over my face. I can smell her perfume, her sweat, a hint of her sex. I run my hands over her hips and up to her breasts, and I gently tug at them to get one of her nipples in my mouth.

She murmurs something. I don’t hear it. All I care about is the sweet-tasting nipple in my mouth. I suck all of the areola, then just the nipple. I pull at it with my lips and teeth. Then I move to the other breast, licking and sucking the nipple, nibbling at it until it swells even further.

She pulls away when I release her. “I’m hot,” she says. “I like both of you. Both of you turn me on.”

Her body moving again to the music, she smiles at us as she slowly unties the g-string, tugs the ends, teases us by keeping it in place. Finally, she tugs it free of her body and she sends it sailing across the room to land in my lap.

I’ve lost all reserve. I lift the g-string to my nose and I sniff it. The mixture of perfume and pussy scent is heavenly.

Maria has a hand between her legs, lightly rubbing herself. All she has on now is the garter belt and hose and high heels. She’s like a Penthouse centerfold, but more exotic, and certainly more real. She has a thick dark bush trimmed into a neat triangle. Now she opens herself, her fingers peeling her labia apart, teasing us by showing her clit and then covering it again.

I want to look at it. I want to look at everything. Does she see it in my eyes?

She approaches me, her hands stroking her belly. She slides her legs apart and says: “I need a finger inside. Won’t you do it?”

Won’t I? My hand slides between her warm thighs to touch her pussy. The lips are thick, wet, easily parted. I penetrate her with only my middle finger, all the way to my knuckle, my finger wriggling in the wet, feeling the heat.

She wriggles her hips as I wriggle my finger in her pussy.

She laughs and pulls away, moves to Veronica and offers herself. “There’s lots of juice,” Maria says.

I have some of it on my finger, and as Veronica’s hand probes between Maria’s legs, I lift my finger to my mouth and taste Maria’s pussy.

Maria glances at me, catches me licking my finger, and she beams at me. “Do I taste good?”

“Yes.”

She looks down at Veronica. “What do you think? Go on, taste me.”

Veronica pulls her finger out and licks it clean. “Sweet and hot.”

Maria laughs. “Let’s get on the bed now. Both of you can suck me off. Or I can do the two of you first. Whatever you want. I’m here to please both of you. But first both of you ought to be naked. Don’t you want to get undressed?”

Maria watches us as we undress. It seems ridiculous that we’re paying for this and bursa escort bayan taking orders from her, but she knows what she’s doing. I wouldn’t know what to say or do, and Veronica seems to have lost her usual competence. In this situation, we’re both amateurs. Hah.

When Veronica and I are naked, all three of us get on the bed. Hands are everywhere, six hands and arms moving and sliding like the tentacles of an octopus. I stroke Maria’s thighs and legs and belly. I stroke her nylon-covered calves and ankles. Her body is so firm. I get my fingers in her generous bush. Veronica’s hand meets mine, our fingers tangling in Maria’s wiry pussy hair. Maria laughs. She lifts and opens her legs to let us have a closer look at her pussy. I don’t refuse. I bend over to see the details. Her cunt is lovely, long flowery petals and a thick clitoris, the color of her sex more red than pink, except for the outer folds that are brown. The opening shows her cream, a film of white glistening wetness. Veronica’s head is near mine as she too looks at Maria.

Veronica is the first to suck Maria. She leans over with her hips near Maria’s head, her face sliding between Maria’s thighs, her mouth clamping on Maria’s pussy.

Watching Veronica suck another woman gives me a strange feeling. When she’s doing it to me, I’m usually too preoccupied to notice anything. Now I notice everything. Her blonde hair in disarray. Her flushed face. The wetness on her lips when she lifts her face to flap just the tip of her tongue against Maria’s fat clitoris. Maria is groaning. With her fingers, she pulls at the hood of her clit to get the head out. She mutters something in Spanish. She locks her thighs around Veronica’s head and they roll over to lie on their sides with Maria’s face buried between Veronica’s thighs.

What I have now facing me is Maria’s ass. I touch it. I run my hands over the contours. Stretching out behind Maria, I push my face between her thighs to get at her pussy from the rear. I meet Veronica and we kiss. I can taste Maria on Veronica’s lips. I dip down to lick only briefly at Maria’s cunt, and then I slide back to work my tongue in the groove of Maria’s ass.

Maria shudders as she feels my tongue. “Let me up, I know a better way.”

She gets Veronica on her back. Then Maria climbs over Veronica and straddles her, her pussy over Veronica’s face. As I sit at the foot of the bed, Maria looks over her shoulder at me, licking her lips, smiling in invitation. Nothing is disguised. I’m to have Maria’s ass.

For a while I watch Veronica. My lover. Maria has her knees wide apart, her pussy hunched down on Veronica’s face, her hips rolling slowly, her throat making noises of pleasure as she feels Veronica’s tongue everywhere.

Finally I move in, crouching behind Maria’s ass, bending to slide my face over it. My heart pounds as I work my tongue into the groove and around her anus. Before long I abandon myself, nuzzling between the cheeks, licking her, pushing my tongue inside, doing to her things I never dare do to Veronica.

I find my clit with my fingers and I rub it as I lose myself in Maria’s ass. I come hard. Maria seems to sense that I’m coming as she humps her ass against my face.

Later, Maria sucks each of us in turn, sucking Veronica until Veronica comes, then sucking me until I come buckets on her face.

Maria stands up. She smiles at us as Veronica and I lie side by side on the bed. Brushing her hair away from her face with her fingers, Maria says: “I told you I like you.”

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