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Sabrina vowed to never again become seriously involved with another man after her second divorce in ten years. She spent months with heavy depression attempting to find a reason why two different husbands felt the need to cheat on her. She was always faithful, loving, honest, and very attractive. It made no sense to her at all and the more she tried to figure it out, the less sense it made to her.

Now that Sabrina was thirty five and a successful photographer, the desire to have a man in her life was gone. She had plenty of other relationships to keep from becoming a total introvert, none of them male, and she was perfectly fine with that. Sabrina had no kids, no pets, a small house in Lancaster Pennsylvania, and a photo shop she had built from the ground up.

Sabrina started her own local photography company after graduating from Shippensburg University in 2003. By 2015, Sabrina was one of the most popular American photographers in the entire United States. Sabrina was most popular for her extensive collection of Amish photographs. She didn’t take pictures of the people persay, but the more iconic images associated with the Amish lifestyle: buggies, barns, horses, etc.

Sabrina had an enormous fan base and constantly got offers to sell her business. Now that Sabrina had over a dozen other photographers working for her, all she did now for the most part, was to simply keep the business running. Fortunately, neither of her ex husbands were entitled to any piece of her business. Sabrina was both smart and savvy, two qualities that men apparently don’t care for in a woman.

Nearly a year after Sabrina’s second divorce was finalized, she decided to go on a much needed vacation. During that year, husband number two had convinced Sabrina that her obsessive work ethic and no desire for children was why he cheated on her. Sabrina knew better though, he cheated because he was a gigantic douche pickle.

Now was the perfect time for a big destination vacation. Pennsylvania was wonderful and all, but Sabrina needed something to distract her from the reminders of her every day life in Lancaster. Being that it was February, some place much warmer and much less snowy was what she had in mind. Her only real problem with taking a vacation was deciding if she wanted to go alone, or take one of her many friends along.

Most of Sabrina’s friends were successful and didn’t need much notice to drop everything and join her in a week long get away. Her only stipulation she made to herself was no men allowed. It wouldn’t be very hard to remember that rule, because Sabrina only had two guy friends, and they were both already happily married. Still, a no men allowed weekend with Sabrina’s wildest and most outgoing friend could prove to be a fantastic idea (or the worst idea ever).

First, Sabrina was going to need a killer destination. This was the time of year that Mexico was a very popular place to go, but Sabrina wasn’t looking for a ‘spring break’ kind of getaway. The Bahamas were also out since that was where her and husband number two honeymooned. Once Sabrina realized she had no desire to mess around with passports and customs, the choice was obvious; Hawaii. Sabrina, being the savvy business woman that she was, knew that this could be a business write off if she brought her camera gear. Brilliant.

Sabrina had never been to Hawaii, surprisingly. She had been all over the rest of the world pretty much, but it never dawned on her until now that she overlooked Hawaii her entire life. She didn’t know why, but Sabrina had never once considered going there. Maybe fate was saving that beautiful part of the world for her until just now. Whatever the reason, the universe was telling her to go there now, after two failed marriages and at the young, wise age of thirty five.

After spending the entire week booking flights, notifying her employees and renting hotel rooms, it was time to spring this on her life long friend, Julie, who would never say no to anything Sabrina would ask her. Julie and Sabrina had been friends since the third grade. They graduated high school together, went to college together in Shippensburg and had been really close friends nearly their entire lives. That is, until Julie admitted to sleeping with Sabrina’s first husband, only six months after getting married to him

Julie agonized for weeks about how to break it to her BFF that she slept with her husband. Julie was a bit of a nymphomaniac ever since puberty, but had never let herself get involved with any of Sabrina’s past or present boyfriends. When Julie did finally tell Sabrina what had happened, she was devastated. Not only had her husband cheated on her, but her life long friend had essentially stabbed Sabrina in the back.

Apparently what had happened was Sabrina’s first husband had went out for drinks with Julie while Sabrina was in Chicago for the weekend on business. It started off innocently and it wasn’t the first time they had gone out for drinks together. They were all close friends bodrum escort bayan at the time and way back before Sabrina started dating the guy, the three of them had a drunken one night stand threesome together. Sabrina and Julie had done that sort of thing bunches of times during college together.

Julie had tried telling Sabrina that it was purely a physical thing between her and Sabrina’s husband. Sabrina couldn’t really blame Julie for having sex with her husband, given her propensity for men. Her husband on the other hand, should have known better. Shortly after the incident, Sabrina filed for divorce and her friendship with Julie became estranged for a while.

They remained friends, but they weren’t anywhere near as close of friends as they had been. When Sabrina married for a second time, their friendship became more of a once a week phone call and maybe twice a year visit. But when Sabrina was cheated on for a second time during her second marriage, Sabrina and Julie came much closer to one another again. Julie was a very strong woman and Sabrina needed someone like that to lean on after divorce number two.

Julie never married since she had such a gigantic appetite for sex. Julie never had a serious relationship with another female. She was only ever drawn towards men and was a truly genuine nymphomaniac. To look at her, it was no surprise she was with someone new every other day. To put it bluntly, Julie was pornstar hot. She was tall, thin, naturally blonde, big breasted, tattooed everywhere, and had a huge bouncy ass. Julie was always tan and wore clothes so revealing sometimes, she may as well have been walking around naked.

Julie was a professional escort for rich men that paid her to be eye candy at big events. If they paid well enough, she would have sex with them, and they always paid well. Her standard rate for an evening out, with a happy ending, was $2,000. Some of her regular customers that had fetishes, would sometimes pay $5,000 for a weekend with her. Little did those men know, but Julie was such a nympho that she would have escorted for free with most of them.

Sabrina, who was not a nympho, did enjoy the occasional sex romp with a completely random, unknown guy. However, she hadn’t done anything like that in a very long time. The last time was before husband number one, but she remembered it being highly enjoyable at the time. Sabrina couldn’t connect with another female in an emotional way like she could with a man, much like Julie, but if she could, then she would’ve sworn off men completely before marrying one.

Sabrina wasn’t pornstar sexy like Julie, but finding a date was never a problem either. Sabrina was just a smidgen shorter than Julie, but just as thin. Her breasts and butt weren’t quite as big as Julie’s either, they were a little more proportioned to her body size. She did have a few tattoos that accentuated her favorite parts about herself. She had a flower on top of her right foot, a butterfly on her left calf muscle, and a pattern of hearts on the small of her back.

Sabrina had red bushy hair that she kept short, freckles all over her chest and back and naturally rosy cheeks. She never wore makeup because of her already cute complexion. Her best feature that drove men crazy admittedly, were her perfect eyebrows that couldn’t have shaped her face any better. Julie always commented on Sabrina’s eyebrows and was incredibly jealous of them. Sabrina liked to dress modestly, but she never wore sneakers or shoes that covered her feet. She only wore sandals or flip flops, even in February.

The last Friday in February, Sabrina was ready to message Julie to see if she was able to go with her to Hawaii next weekend. Sabrina knew that Julie would cancel anything and everything to go on a weekend getaway with her best friend. Sabrina was so sure Julie would go that she had already gotten plane tickets for two people and made hotel accommodations for two people as well. The only real problem Sabrina could see was in getting Julie to leave Hawaii with her when the vacation ended.

Sabrina texted Julie asking her, “hey girlfriend, you busy next weekend? I’m planning a four day getaway from this damned February weather in Pennsylvania.”

Julie called Sabrina about ten seconds after getting the text message. “Hell yeah, where are we going? Please don’t say Mexico.”

Sabrina laughed and said, “like you wouldn’t go to Mexico if that’s what I said. I’ve booked four days in Honolulu starting Thursday. You can pay for dinners and alcohol.”

“Hawaii???!!! I’m so there. You already got plane tickets? What about a hotel? Let me pay for something more than dinners and alcohol. I’ve had an exceptional few months since Christmas. I had a couple pay me $7,500 to go with them to Barbados for their anniversary. We did some sick nasty shit, let me tell you.”

“I’ll bet, you can tell me on the plane to Los Angeles Thursday. $7,500??? That’s insane. I can only imagine what the three turgutreis escort of you did in Barbados. I just had lunch so don’t tell me right now. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you to blow some hard earned prostitution money.”

“Escort money babe. You should get into it too. I’ve seen what you’re working with before, you’d make a killing. Trust me.”

“No thanks. I don’t really want to get paid to pee on someone, or worse, get peed on.”

“You’re still bringing that up? That was a long time ago and I’ll admit, it was pretty sexy at the time.”

Sabrina couldn’t even respond any more and tried changing subjects. “Anyway, I’ll pick you up Thursday morning at seven. Pack for four days although I’m sure you’ll be naked for most of the weekend.”

“You will be too if I have anything to say about it. Do they have any nude beaches?”

“Oh God, who knows. Just be ready at seven. Ok?”

“I’m all yours girlfriend.”

Sabrina disconnected the call and immediately started questioning some of her most recent decisions in life.

Thursday morning couldn’t come fast enough for Sabrina. The excitement of leaving Lancaster during sleet and a snowstorm allowed Sabrina only a few hours of sleep Wednesday night. Lancaster was supposed to get six to ten inches of snow over the next twenty hours, but that was perfectly ok with Sabrina. She would be departing from BWI at 9am where there was no snow to ruin her weekend.

Sabrina was always very punctual with her arrival times. 6:59am and she was pulling into Julie’s driveway blaring the horn so she didn’t have to get out of her nice toasty car. It hadn’t started snowing yet, but it was definitely cold enough for it. 7:05 and still no sign of Julie who was now throwing Sabrina off her schedule. She laid on the horn one more time before trying to call her. This time she was successful.

Julie came out with two huge suitcases and dressed like an Eskimo from Alaska. The sight was too funny to not laugh so she let it out as Julie was trying to stuff her two bags in the backseat of Sabrina’s Ford Explorer.

Once Julie was finally ready to get into the front with Sabrina, she could here her friend laughing. “What the hell is so funny?”

“You. Look at’cha. You know, we’re going to Hawaii and not Russia.”

“I know that. It’s cold as balls out. I may just stay in Hawaii, permanently. Fuck this weather.”

“That’s my only fear for this trip.”

“If that’s your only fear, I’d say that’s pretty good. My only fear is you being a stick in the mud at some point. I know you said no men this trip, but how do you feel about young Hawaiian cabana boys?”

“I’ll play it by ear. Don’t worry about me girl. I brought plenty of condoms and a few of my favorite personal toys just in case things get really crazy.”

Julie grabbed Sabrina’s head and kissed her on the cheek saying, “that’s my girl! Crazy is definitely the mark to hit on our first day. You should’ve gone to the tanning salon with me this week. This fair skin of yours is going to burn within an hour of our plane landing.”

“You know, they did make this stuff called ‘sunscreen’, it’s pretty amazing stuff.”

“Smart ass. Come on! Let’s go! I’m trying to ruin at least forty different cabana boys this weekend.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes then took off for BWI and a much needed weekend getaway. Once they were on the highway and well under way, Sabrina decided to ask about Barbados, now instead of on the plane. God only knew what kind of awful things she had done with the married couple so maybe it was best to hear about it now in private.

Julie got excited and began telling Sabrina all the little dirty details. “Oh my God. So yeah, the couple were celebrating their twenty fifth wedding anniversary. Now, this couple have an open marriage so they both have multiple sex partners on the side. Being that it was a special anniversary, they had both expressed interest in sharing someone while in Barbados. That’s where I come in.”

“I’m already regretting asking you about it, but I guess it’s no worse than the shady stuff you and I used to do in college.”

“I know!! I miss those days, and I miss that birthmark you have right above your vagina.”

“How the fuck do you still remember that? That was like fifteen years ago.”

Julie laughed then said, “I’ll never forget that little sexy pussy of yours babe. Ok, so anyway, the minute we get off the plane, we all go straight to the suite they had gotten for the weekend and waisted no time in letting the fun begin. Here’s a picture of the couple I have on my phone so you can visualize it better.”

Sabrina was impressed. Not only was the couple extremely sexy, the guy was like all muscle with tattoos all over him. His wife was just as good looking as Julie, but she had these enormous fake breasts that looked completely ridiculous on her.

Sabrina laughed then said, “wow, those are some bodrum otele gelen escort huge fake tits. The guy is a total stud though.”

Julie looked Sabrina dead in the eye and said, “you have no idea. That dude had a dick the size of my arm and that’s no embellishment. I normally enjoy anal sex, but there was no way I was letting him put that thing in my ass. The wife could take it like a champion though. But you’re right, her tits are very fake.”

“Ok, so what happened?”

“Little anxious are we? How long has it been since you got some decent dick?”

“Longer than I will ever admit to. Keep going.”

“Well, the wife wanted to us to get acquainted while the husband watched for a little bit. So the wife and I get on the bed and start kissing while undressing each other. The husband remained fully clothed the entire time. The wife was sexy as hell and had fewer tattoos than me, but she had some crazy fuckin piercings. Both her nipples were pierced her belly button, clit, AND her pussy lips had these huge hoops in them. It was a little over the top for me, but whatever.”

“What were the hoops in her pussy lips for? I’ve never seen that.”

“Hold on, I’m getting there. So we’re kissing and playing with each others boobs when she asked her husband for her pump. Now, you know me pretty well and I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit, but this was all new to me. The husband hands her what looks like a respirator with a hose and pump attached to it. The wife lays down on her back on the bed and puts this respirator directly over her vagina and turns on the pump. So this machine starts sucking the life out of this woman’s pussy which is nearly tripled in size now. The constant sucking it was doing was getting her off like crazy. After a few minutes she turns the pump off and removes the respirator from her pussy which is now fucking gigantic. Then, she puts her fingers into the hoops, there were two on each one of her pussy lips, and begins spreading her vagina open as far as she can.”

“Jesus. That sounds incredibly painful. What the fuck is wrong with people? Normal sex isn’t good enough any more?”

“I guess not. She then tells me to start fisting her engorged pussy. What can I say? They paid me very well. As I start fucking this woman with my entire hand inside of her, she starts cumming like a fire hydrant. Then the husband decides to finally join in. He comes over to the bed and starts kissing me while he grabs my arm that’s halfway inside of his wife and begins fucking her like crazy with my hand. She’s screaming and cumming like there’s no tomorrow and I’ll admit, by this time, I was pretty fuckin turned on. With my free hand, I undo the guys pants and see that he’s going commando because this horse cock rolls out onto the bed and that’s when we really started having some fun.”

“You never cease to amaze me girl. Don’t cut the story off there. This is too good. Horse cock, continue.”

“Listen to you miss professional business woman. You’re just as horny as the rest of us. Ok, so the wife needed a short break so her and I started sucking this monster dick together, but after a few minutes of that she let me have it all to myself while she went down me. It didn’t take me long to get his dick really hard while he watched his wife get me off twice in like record timing. I was definitely not the first girl she had ever been with. Now, proper threesome etiquette involving a married couple dictates that the husband always fucks the wife first, but she had other plans apparently. The guy laid down on the bed on his back and the wife demanded that I get rammed first by this monster dick. So I climb on top of him, reverse cowgirl style, and try to get as much of this dick inside of me that I could. The wife plants herself down on her husbands face and proceeds to smother the guy with her still engorged pussy. Meanwhile, I’m cumming all over this man’s dick which I’m pretty sure was hitting my lower intestines. The entire thing must’ve been too much for the guy cuz get what that fucker did.”

“No, he didn’t!”

“Oh yes he did. All up inside of me without warning. I mean it wasn’t a big deal because my birth control is awesome, but still. What the fuck? The guys wife got so pissed and I’m pretty sure she tried suffocating him at that point. The rest of the weekend after that was kind of ruined.”

“Damn Julie, that’s some pretty crazy shit. I’m horny as fuck now.”

Julie laughed hard then said, “yeah, me too. Now that we’re on the subject, what are the rules for this weekend? I mean, are we trying to tag team some Samoans or what?”

Sabrina rolled her eyes and said, “no rules babe, I’m up for anything.”

Julie leaned over and kissed Sabrina’s cheek for a second time then said, “fuck yeah, good answer.”

Just as the girls were walking into BWI, Sabrina got a text from her second in charge at the photo shop. Apparently the forecast changed from six to ten inches of snow and sleet to just twelve inches of heavy snow. Sabrina could’ve cared less about a foot of snow so she texted back telling her to close the shop for the weekend and to enjoy the snow days.

Julie asked what was up so Sabrina just said, “nothing, just the shop letting me know they’re getting a foot of snow in the next 24 hours. I told her to close it down until Monday which I’m sure was good news to all of them.”

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Before I start this story I feel the need to write a small disclaimer. This is a fantasy. Unless you are at one of those special massage places, your massage therapists is not going to have sex with you. Massage therapists are professionals and deserve to be treated as such.

That said, there is nothing wrong with a little fantasizing, as long as you recognize that that is all it is.

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I get massages quite regularly, both because my job has me sitting still most of the time, often leaving me stiff and sore, but also because I enjoy being touched, even in a seemingly non-sexual way.

I say seemingly non-sexual because despite the fact that it is not supposed to be sexual, that does not keep me from being highly aroused by the feel of my massage therapist’s hands sliding over my body. It also doesn’t hurt that she is seriously hot.

It has gotten to a point where my bi-weekly visits to her office always ends with me hurrying home and using my hands to get off, imagining that it is her hands that has found their way to my naughty places.

Luckily her policy is that you have to bring your own sheet to lie on and your own towels to cover up, otherwise there would be no way to hide the wet spot that is always there after a session.

That doesn’t help cover my moans, though. She usually remarks upon how sore my muscles must be when I can’t keep from moaning out loud, but whether she believes it or is simply pretending in order to spare me from embarrassment, I do not know. It doesn’t seem to make her uncomfortable massaging me, so I try not to worry and simply enjoy it.

That is where I am now, lying naked on my stomach, covered only by a small towel placed on top of my ass. It is late afternoon and Ellen, that’s my massage therapist, has told me that I am her last appointment for the day. I usually try to avoid that, so I don’t feel obligated to stick around making small talk after, but can simply hurry home and take care of my horniness, but today it was the only time available and so I took it.

I usually get a full body massage and it usually proceeds in the same order, starting with me on my stomach, and Ellen working first my back, from the top down to just above my ass and then my legs, starting at my feet and moving up. Afterwards I turn around and she starts at my face, then moving to my shoulders and the muscles at the top of my chest. Then she does my stomach, before moving down to my feet and, again, moving up my legs.

It is usually by the time she reaches the upper part of my legs the first time that I begin to get aroused and by the time I turn over I can usually already feel the wetness between my legs.

Today is even worse because I haven’t had opportunity to get off in the last couple of days. I am single, but usually my toys keep me happy at least every other day and most of the time every day.

This means that today, she has barely started on my feet when I start to feel a tingling feeling between my legs.

I don’t usually consider my feet erogenous zones, but the feel of Ellen’s fingers pressing into my flesh is enough to get me going. Of course it could be the fact that I am imagining her fingers pushing into another part of my body that is having the effect.

Ellen, unaware of my aroused state, at least to my knowledge, moves her hands up to my left calf muscle and start gently sliding over it. Her hands are slippery with the massage oil she uses, which gives off a slight menthol scent. I have often wondered how it would feel if applied to certain sensitive parts of my body. I have a lube at home that smells similar and when applied to my sensitive areas it has a tingling, almost slightly burning effect that is quite pleasant.

The fingers on my calf are starting to dig into the muscles, the soreness reminding me that I am not just here for sexual reasons. Originally the thought that I would be aroused by the massage hadn’t even entered my mind and it wasn’t until I was lying there the first time and I felt my nipples start to harden that I realized it would be more than simply a loosening of my sore muscles.

The fingers working my calf slowly work their way up the muscle until they reach just below my knee. While having the soreness of my muscles worked feels nice, part of me hungers to feel the fingers stroking the back of my thigh and is supremely dissatisfied when, instead of continuing up, the fingers move onto my other calf and begin to work that instead.

There is something to be said for a slow build up, for allowing the anticipation to rise slowly, but today I just want to move on, want to feel the fingers touch my thighs, my butt, slide between my legs to my wet core. Not that that has ever happened, of course, but my mind still insists that it is where this should be going.

At the image that presents itself to my mind, I feel a small shiver go through my nether bits and I can’t help but let out a small sound as a warm pleasure radiates from between my legs.

At my escort bodrum sound Ellen temporarily stops massaging my calf and asks. “Am I being too rough with you?”

I take a few seconds to steady my breath before responding. “No, I think I was just surprised that is all.”

“Okay, but you seem really tense today, so let me know if I need to be gentler,” she says before returning her attention to her fingers working their way up my calf muscle.

As I lay there, I try to force my focus away from my arousal and the fantasies that keep trying to push their way to the foreground of my mind. I know I have a good while to go before the massage is over and then I will have to get up, get dressed and go home before I can satisfy myself.

The inner battle has distracted me to the point where I don’t notice that Ellen has finished with my calf and is moving on to the back of my thigh. At the first soft touch of her hands on my thigh, I can’t help but let out a gasp of surprise and I feel goosebumps cover the skin under her fingers.

Luckily she again comes to a wrong conclusion as she says, “Oh are my fingers cold? I am sorry,” before moving her fingers off of my skin and briskly rubbing them against each other to warm them up.

Imitating a broken record, I can’t come up with something better to reply and again respond, “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Okay,” she says before letting her hands slide back onto the back of my thigh. I don’t know if it is just me, but her voice sounds a bit confused, as if she caught my repetitive answer and wonders what I meant by it.

I don’t have much time to ponder this however, as the hands on my thigh, quickly pushes all rational thought from my mind. The pleasure causes me to tense up, not just in the place between my legs, but my ass cheeks and thigh muscles all clench up and a small whimper escapes my lips.

“Wow, you’re really tensing up. Did you do something especially straining? A New workout routine or something?” Ellen asks as her hands continue working the back of mu thigh.

I manage to moan out a low “no” in response.

“Well don’t worry about it, I am sure we can get you loosened up.”

Her hands continue working the back of my thigh and I continue to battle the constantly rising waves of pleasure that her firm touch sends through me.

While the pleasure continues building and rising it doesn’t crest, it doesn’t bring me over the edge of orgasm.

Eventually Ellen reaches the top of my thigh, right below my ass cheek and switch over to my other leg. Having her hands touch an area further away from my aching pussy doesn’t really bring down my pleasure, but it stabilizes it and allows me to regain some semblance of rational thought.

It doesn’t last long however, as Ellen’s hands start moving up the back of my thigh again and the pleasure starts to overwhelm me again.

I don’t know if she is moving faster or if it is my grasp of time that has been compromised, but it feels like she reaches the the area just below my butt a lot quicker this time.

“You seem really tense today and it seems to continue up here. Do you want me to do your Gluteus Maximus?” She asks.

“My what?” I ask, any knowledge of anatomy I might have having long ago been pushed from my conscious mind.

“The muscle in your butt cheek,” she replies with a little giggle.

At the thought of her hands on my butt I feel a small explosion of pleasure go off inside of me, almost like a miniature orgasm. I feel my vaginal muscles contract and release repeatedly and it is only by tensing all the muscles in my upper body that I avoid moaning loudly.

Not trusting my voice, I nod my head, hoping that she is watching.

Apparently she is, as I feel her hands grasp the edge of the towel covering me. I have a moment of panic, as she begins to lift it, as I am sure that my wetness will be obvious if she removes the towel. The panic doesn’t last long however, as she simply folds the towel over, exposing one of my ass cheeks, but leaving my ass crack and girly bits covered.

I tense up in anticipation of her hands touching my butt, but instead she moves away from me. I turn my head to see why and sees her squirt a new helping of the massage oil she has been using onto her hands, before turning back to me.

I take a deep breath and hold it, preparing myself for her touch, but I am still not ready for the feel of her oil slick hands to touch the sensitive flesh of my ass cheek. The breath I had been holding explodes from me in a loud exhale and a shiver runs through my entire body.

Ellen’s hands have started on the part of my ass cheek that is the furthest from my butt crack and is just gently sliding over my skin, not really massaging yet, but simply spreading the oil on my skin and slowly moving towards my center.

I have turned my head into the sheet I am lying on to muffle the sound of my heavy breathing. My heart is beating quickly and it feels like I can mumcular escort feel the beat throughout my body and especially in my nether regions. I am glad that most of the visible part of my body is covered in oil, as I am sure it would otherwise be slick with sweat.

Ellen’s hands have now reached the highest point of my cheek and are slowly working their way down towards my ass crack. I wonder how far she will go, her hands already pushing at the edge of the towel.

Just when I think her fingers are about to brush the edge of my asshole, she pulls her hands off and move back to a safer part of my cheek.

I have to bite my teeth together to stop myself from screaming in frustration as her hands move away. So close, they were so so so close, but of course, it is only in my fantasies that they would have closed that last little gap and touched my forbidden places.

After having spread the oil, Ellen now begins to grib harder, working the muscle and pushing into my flesh. This has the interesting effect of pulling my skin, indirectly manipulating both my asshole and to a lesser degree my pussy.

This causes my pleasure to start rising again, clouding my mind and making it hard to think. The small part of me still able to form rational thought wonders whether this will be enough to send me over the edge and make me orgasm.

Before I get a chance to find out Ellen moves her hands off of me and says, “Now the other side.”

I don’t know if it is just me hearing things, but her voice sounds slightly breathless to me. I try to focus and see if I can pick up the sound of her breathing, but my own deep breaths drown out any chance of hearing hers.

Ellen grasps the other edge of the towel, covering my other butt cheek, but instead of folding it over, she folds it down the middle so that it is now only covering my ass crack, leaving both my cheeks naked.

She starts running her hands over my other ass cheek, again starting with a touch closer to stroking rather than massaging.

Her movements seem faster and less coordinated than before, though that might just be me.

Before long her hands have again reached under the edge of the towel. One of her hands move to the top of my ass crack and I feel the tips of her fingers touch the skin inside of my crack.

At this I can’t help but let out a loud moan and I feel her freeze up, her hands stopping their motion and simply resting at the parts of me they were touching.

After a second or so she pulls her hands off of me and exclaims a muttered “fuck.”

I hear her move away from me as she says, “I am sorry, I…I shouldn’t be doing this.”

I can’t figure out what to say, but I know I need her to continue touching me, so I turn my head towards her and simply say, “please.” My voice coming out as something between a whisper and a whimper.

She looks at me, conflict edged onto her face and I repeat my pleading “please” again.

“I…I…you want me to..?” her voice trails off as her eyes flicker down the half naked portions of my lower body.

“Please,” I repeat for a third time, my mind still too clouded to come up with a more complex response.

I can see the battle rage in her features for a few seconds before being replaced by a determined expression.

She moves back to the table and resolutely pull the towel off of me, leaving me completely naked.

The sudden feeling of the cold air against my wet folds pulls a loud moan from me and without thinking I lift up my crotch to give her better access.

Whether she thought it was what I wanted or it simply made sense to her, I feel her slide a pillow, that I did not see her grab, beneath my crotch keeping that part of me slightly elevated.

I feel her gently place her hands on my inner thighs and push my legs a bit more open.

I feel her fingers slowly slide up my inner thighs towards my center and I am sure I will explode the second she touches me.

Before she reaches my sensitive folds however, her hands move off of me and I hear her take a step away.

This time I don’t stop a sound of dissatisfaction from leaving my lips and I hear her giggle in response.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be right with you,” she says as I hear her step back to my side.

I feel the tip of her middle finger touch the flesh between my asshole and my vaginal opening and give out a loud moan as pleasure causes through me. This is nothing however to the feeling as her fingers slide down over my opening, touching more and more of me until her hand is cupping my mound.

As she touches me I find out what she was doing when she stepped away, she was applying a new coating of the minty oil to her fingers. As her hands with the oil start touching my sensitive flesh I feel a thousand needles of pleasure sting my flesh and I can’t keep from giving out a loud scream as an explosive orgasm hits me.

“Don’t worry, no one else is here but us. Just let it out.”

Not gümbet escort bayanlar that the idea of other people hearing is on my mind, only the explosive pleasure of the orgasm causing through my veins.

The hand cupping me starts moving up and down, rubbing my sensitive flesh and the thumb rotates back until it is pressing against my sensitive asshole.

At the feeling of the thumb pushing against my asshole I let out another scream as the pleasure rises to a level I wasn’t aware was possible.

The entire world is drowning in pleasure and nothing exists except for the hand manipulating my pussy, the thumb slowly sliding over my asshole and the pleasure.

Eventually the world starts coming back, I start feeling the heart hammering in my chest and the short labored breaths coming in and out of my mouth as gasps. The hand is still sliding over my slick pussy and the finger is still gently stroking my asshole. The pleasure is still there, but it has started dropping in intensity.

Eventually the hand touching me stops and I hear a voice asking, “So, did that help with your tension?”

I for some reason find this much more funny than it is and start giggling.

“Wow that is seriously cute,” the voice, that I now remember belongs to Ellen, says.

I feel soft lips gently touch my cheek and open my eyes, not realizing until now that they were closed. I see Ellen’s face hovering over me.

Wanting to touch her I turn until I am lying on my back and raise my hand to gently caress the side of her face.

She lowers herself down and brush her lips over mine.

Not satisfied with just the gentle feel of her lips, I extend out my tongue and let it slide over her lips. She gives a soft moan, before opening her mouth and letting her tongue meet mine.

The kiss goes on for a while before she breaks it and pulls back.

Not satisfied with this development either, I sit op and reach out for her. To my disappointment she steps back. The disappointment doesn’t last long however, as she grabs a hold of her top and pulls it over her head.

“You’re still covered in oil and I don’t have any other clothes to change into,” she says, while lowering her pants to the floor and pushing them off.

She now stand only in a bra and panties. Both are a simple white, clearly chosen more for comfort than for show. The panties however shows something that I notice with quite a bit of interest. The color of the panties are darker in the front, showing that she is clearly affected by what has happened so far.

Not willing to wait any longer I get off the table, stand up and move forward to embrace her. As I put my arms around her I also move my face closer to hers and capture her lips in another kiss.

The feeling of her lips against mine as well as our near naked bodies touching is enough to send a new shiver of pleasure through me and I am sure she feels it even more powerfully as she lets out a moan against my lips.

I reach around her back and open the hook of her bra. After it is off I gently grab her hand and pull her to the massage table and push her onto it.

Before joining her on the table I grab the oil she used when massaging me and squeeze a good amount onto her breasts and stomach.

I then crawl onto the table and gently lower myself onto her to avoid squishing her.

The slippery oil means that our bodies slide easily against each other and I take advantage of this to slide my entire body up and down hers. This both spreads the oil onto more of our skin and also create a pleasurable sensation as my nipples slide against her skin.

Ellen clearly agree as her breathing has sped up and is now coming in small gasps.

While the oil is fun and all, the massage table does not really allow us the room to fully take advantage of it, so I instead decide to slip off Ellen and the table and go down to the end of the table by her feet.

Reaching up I grab the sides of her panties and quickly pull them off. I take a quick moment to appreciate the wetness at the front of them, but the source of that wetness is much more interesting so I quickly toss the panties aside.

I grab her angles and gentle push her feet up towards crotch, while lowering myself onto the table between her legs.

As her legs bend and spread, her glistening pussy is exposed to my eyes. Since her legs shielded it from the oil I spread over our bodies, the moisture on it must come from her.

Seeing this I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. Seeing me do this Ellen gives out a small whimper, probably imagining what is about to happen.

I consider going slow and using the massage oil to tease her for a while, but seeing her exposed flesh the impatient part of me wins.

With her legs bend and spread, I no longer need to hold onto her angles, so I let go of them and bring my hands down to her crotch. I put the thumbs of each hand on her outer lips and use them to spread her open, giving me an unobstructed view of her opening.

I lean forward, bringing my face closer to her vagina and inhale her musky scent. I stay like this for a couple of moments, simply breathing in and savoring it. This also has another effect that I become aware of when Ellen gives out a small moan. As I am inhaling her scent, my exhale is hitting her exposed sensitive flesh.

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I look across the table at the woman sitting there. All she’s doing is drinking a class of ice water but she’s doing it like it is the best damn water she had ever tasted. God I want her so fucking bad, it’s a sin and a shame. It seems like all I ever want now is her; a lifetime of want, desire and longing all fulfilled by five feet and six inches of majestic woman. See already some of you are thinking that I’m exaggerating, but it’s only because you’ve never had the pleasure of her presence.

She sets the glass down and meets my eyes, she’s laughing at me but she never makes a sound. She’s talking about the latest news but I know that she knows exactly what I want. She always knows and the sparkle in her eyes tells me that even as she speaks she’s got more on her mind than current events. I watch as she lifts her hand to the glass in front of her, she doesn’t pick it up, she just lets her fingertips follow the gentle curve of the wine glass, parting the wet beads of condensation that have formed there in the heat. My eyes drift back up to her face just in time for me to catch her full lips curving into a teasing smile. She holds me in her gaze, there’s no telltale smoke or even a hint of flames but she’s setting me on fire like matches to drift wood and I’m burning up.

“What are you thinking?” She asks me.

I’m more focused on the way her lips move and hug the words as she speaks, than what she’s actually saying and for a moment I don’t speak. It’s a moment to long because she asks me again. This time I don’t hesitate at all.

“You.”

The single syllable leaves my lips like a breath instead of a word, as images of her and I intertwined skin to skin in sweaty embraces flood my mind I blush.

“What about me?”

Without any conscious decision on my part I drop my eyes and shift slightly, pressing my thighs together for just a second as I move in the chair. Before I have time to put my thoughts into words the waiter approaches with menus in hand. I shift again, he’s suspended somewhere between the little boy he once was and the man he is becoming. I recall baby sitting him, at the time he seemed so much younger than I did but in truth only four years separate us.

When I had booked our reservation for lunch I had no idea that Julian worked at the country club. Decorum and policy kept him from trading anything except for a polite greeting with me but when he’d seen me his smile had been big and broad. Even as he presented us with menus and went through the daily specials he was grinning, while I idly wondered if he was still a cheat at Chutes and Ladders. When he departed I set my menu aside without so much bodrum escort as a glance, what I wanted wasn’t likely to be on the menu anyway.

The woman across from me studied the menu at great length, as if it were the latest best seller, I hated when she ignored me like this and I tried to compose my features so my emotions wouldn’t be right there on my face. I could have fooled anyone but her, most people didn’t look me right in the eye but when she set her menu down she did just that. She hadn’t acknowledged me in fifteen minutes and then suddenly I was her main focus.

“Are you mad?” Her tone was slightly mocking which pissed me off a little more. I am not a woman used to tempering her emotions or anything else for that matter, but I’m also no fool. A display of dissatisfaction would not result in her appeasing me and I was well aware of that fact, I was also aware that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“No” I said in answer to her question.

She smiled “yes you are.”

Not trusting my abilities to behave I kept silent. If she’d been any other man, woman or child I’d have walked away without a second thought, no one had ever pushed me because I’d always walked away from the slightest sign of resistance. But something in me longed to please her no matter how I sometimes wanted to fight against that urge. Half of the time my urge to fight against her was nothing more than the acting out of a querulous child. I am admittedly a petulant brat princess and condescension is not my first response to control, after all I have not often been denied and never quelled. She was teaching me all kinds of lessons, the ones I didn’t know I wanted to learn, the ones that must be taught and some that I very simply needed to know.

She asked me again “Are you mad?”

I repressed a sigh and said “yes.”

She nodded and spoke again “do you still want me?”

Without pause I answered “yes,” and I did.

“I know.”

I never doubted that fact for even a second. But before I could tell her that the waiter was back he took her order and then looked to me,

“You don’t have what I want.” I told him with a polite smile. He stood there nonplussed and when I didn’t elaborate he collected the menus and walked away looking more confused than George W. Bush with a high school vocabulary test.

“What is it that you want?”

She asked me running her foot up the inside of my leg beneath the table I paused for a moment, I wasn’t hesitating this time, I simply couldn’t breathe. She saw me take a deep breath and flashed me a smile. That alone sent a tremor through my bodrum escort belly.

“I want you.”

I said when I could speak, I was working hard to h keep my voice level but I knew that she had noticed the dip in the octave.

“You want me right now?”

“Yes.”

“You can have me.”

I looked around the dining area of the club there were a few other patrons enjoying lunch, it wasn’t crowded but it wasn’t empty either. There was a table of women behind us with six women sitting there three of whom were facing me. On the left side there was a man that looked old enough to be his young companion’s distinguished grandfather, but by the way she was leaning toward him and giggling I certainly hoped familial bonds did not connect them. There were also three separate groups of men dressed in suits, out on business lunches no doubt, as well as a few formally attired waiters.

No one was paying us the slightest bit of attention and I took the opportunity to slip beneath the table dropping the floor length tablecloth back into place behind me. She had her legs crossed and I ran my nails lightly from her ankle to her mid-thigh, she uncrossed her legs for me and shifted forward slightly, her already short pinstriped skirt moved higher and she spread her thighs more. I rested my hands on her legs and pressed my face into her pussy. I could feel her heat through the fabric of her panties. I grabbed the cloth with my teeth, letting them graze her just hard enough to feel the pressure, then pulled the fabric away from her crotch with my teeth and let it fall back into place. I repeated the motion again biting her pussy just a little harder each time. Her smell grew stronger and the scent of her excitement thrilled me.

Pressing my tongue against the satiny fabric I massaged her with long hard strokes adding wetness to wetness. She squirmed slightly as I ground my face against her. Moving forward in her chair she dropped her hand to my head and held me there for just a moment. Then she pulled the clip that held my hair in place. It had taken me twenty minutes to tame my hair and she’d undone it in a matter of seconds.

My hair fell in around my face and settled on her thighs. She gave it a slight tug then her hand was gone. I grabbed the crotch of her panties between my teeth again and ran my hands up to her hips to pull them off. She lifted her hips a little and I moved my head to pull the panties down and then off. When my head was once again between her thighs I pressed my lips against her pussy and gave her a long open mouthed kiss.

I let my tongue stroke yalıkavak escort her gently as I pressed my lips against her. Holding her thighs to keep her from moving I ran my tongue up and down her slit, from her entrance to the hood of her clit. Long slow hard licks spreading her wetness all over her pussy. Over and over until she was moving beneath me, then I dipped my tongue into her, swirling it inside of her, tasting her fully. My fingers rolled her clit in circles as I fucked her hard and fast with my tongue. I used my other hand to hold her in place stroking her outer thigh with my nails as I did so. I wanted her to come all over my lips and tongue and soak my already wet face with the scent and flavor of her. I wanted her thighs to tremble and to be able to feel the tension in her leg beneath my hands. I ground my face into her pussy as I fucked her, caressing her inner walls with my tongue and rubbing her clit harder and faster. When she climaxed I didn’t stop I pulled my tongue away and pressed my lips to her entrance and sucked intent on sucking her dry.

I kept my hand moving on her clit alternating from rolling it in hard circles to pinching the little bit of flesh between my thumb and forefinger and tugging gently. I could feel her legs trying to close around my head and I moved my hand from her clit to keep her thighs open so I could move my lips to her clit and suck it into my mouth. I sucked hard letting the tip on my tongue stroke the tip of her clit over and over again. I moved my hands to the sides of her ass pulling her closer as she went ahead and wrapped her legs around my head. I nibbled licked and sucked her clit as fast as I could constantly moving my head to press as close as I could get to her. I damn near came myself when she did; it was only sheer will power that kept me holding back. I hadn’t asked for her permission to come and so I wouldn’t but I was within a breath of losing control. When she relaxed her legs I moved back and ran my nails up and down her legs again. She handed me an unused linen napkin and I wiped her clean before moving to crawl out from beneath the table. It was harder coming out than going under because I couldn’t see who was or wasn’t looking. When I moved out from under the table the waiter was approaching I licked my lips and motioned for him not to say anything before winking and settling in my seat. He blushed as he collected her now empty plate. I hadn’t even heard him bring the food; my focus had been entirely on her pleasure. I tucked my hair behind my ear and giggled a little. He hurried away and I noticed that two of the three women that were facing me at the next table were staring at me. I smiled and picked up my napkin and wiped my face. I knew that hadn’t seen me take one bite of food. They kept staring but I looked away focusing on the beauty across from me.

She smiled and blew me a kiss.

“Did you enjoy your lunch?”

I nodded and she laughed as the waiter approached with the bill.

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I took a new job a few weeks ago, at an upscale salon. I do mostly manicures and facials, but once in a while, I do a pedicure. Now, in all of my twenty-four years on this earth, I have never thought of feet as erotic, and I have never even dreamed of another woman!

All of that changed yesterday. A young student from the near by university came in for a complete treatment, facial, manicure, pedicure and leg and foot massage.

I got through the facial and manicure just fine, and so did she, but when it came time for the leg massage, things got a little strange. First of all, she wore long pants, so those had to go. I gave her a sheet to throw over her lap, and I started to massage her calves. Of course, as I moved her legs this way and that, I could occasionally see her crotch. No big deal, I mean she and I were pretty much the same, so who cares, you know? Well, just before I finished the first leg, I noticed that her hand was between her legs, covering her mound. I was a little suspicious, but thought that maybe she was just more comfortable in that position.

I took her right leg, preparing to position it across my lap, and I noticed that she had eased her panties over a little and was caressing bare flesh! And I do mean bare, not a hair in sight! I stole a glance at her face and, sure enough, her eyes were barely opened and she was breathing through her mouth.

Like I said, I never thought about other girls before, but knowing she was playing with herself in a crowded salon sent sparks through my pussy! I felt my cunt start to warm up a little! I don’t know what came over me, but I slowed down the massage and started to caress her legs more than work the muscles.

The sight of one of her fingers slipping between the folds of her skin and slowly disappearing rewarded me shortly. I felt flushed! I came up with a bold idea. I decided to see if she wanted to move to a private room, because of the crowded room noise, and of course, her near nakedness. When I quietly suggested the move, she looked at me with a kind of strange look, a look of passion or lust. She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head and sat up. I gave her a hand standing, and somehow, we left the room holding bodrum escort hands!

“You know, it’s kinda warm in here,” I said as I closed the door and locked it. “If you want to do away with the sheet, that’s Ok with me.” I tried to sound nonchalant as I made the offer. “After all, it’s just the two of us in here, you might be more comfortable.” I smiled as I spoke, but my mouth was so dry, I don’t know how I got the words out!

She ditched the sheet and sat down, but not like before. This time her hands were on the chair instead of her body. Neither of us knew what to do, that much was obvious, so I started to resume my massage, all the time wondering how I could get her to let me watch her finger her cunt again. I mean, I couldn’t just come right out and ask, you know?

I finished her legs, and then moved my chair so that I could put her foot in my lap. Sitting at her feet and looking straight up her body, I noticed that her panties had a nice wet spot in the crotch. Knowing that I caused it made me feel even more turned on! I guess what I was doing felt pretty good because one of her hands went back between her legs, casually, not with animal passion or anything, just as if it were a reflex or something.

I don’t know where the thought came from, but I remember thinking that I would bet my life’s savings that if I sucked one of her toes, she wouldn’t complain. I did some serious soul searching for a few minutes as I caressed her foot. This was another girl, for one thing, and a toe? Come on, I tried to convince myself; you suck cock, not toes! And, of course, if I started this, would I end up jobless or in the arms of a female?

As I was thinking that neither option really appealed to me, I was shocked as I realized that I was curling my tongue around her big toe! Somewhere in my fogged mind, I heard her moan. I looked up to see her hand back under her panties! Looking up further, my eyes met hers and our gazes locked for a second. It was so erotic that I felt my cunt spasm and start drooling juice!

I was so aroused by watching her finger jerk in and out, that I slid my tongue between each toe, one at a time. As I came up the sides, türkbükü escort I curled my tongue around each toe, nibbling softly as I sucked. My own hand went under my skirt and found my pleasure point, I never were panties, so flicking my throbbing clit was easy.

I was coming real close to orgasm, but wanted something more! While continuing on her toes, I reached up with my juicy fingers and tried to pull her panties of. “No, wait, please!” She gasped. “I’ve never done this. I…I’m scared!”

Letting her toe free, I spoke as tenderly and as softly as my burning cunt would allow. “Neither have I, sweetheart. But, I like it,” I rubbed her moist panties, “And I think you do, too.” I watched her eyes close as I moved my hand lightly over her swollen mound. “I’ll stop if you want me to. I’m a little scared just like you are.”

I could see by her expression that she was trying to make a decision, so I helped her out. I gently began to pressure her knees apart, giving her complete access to her vaginal fire.

With a moan of surrender, she quickly lifted her ass and pushed her now soaked panties down her thighs. I wasted no time in pulling them the rest of the way off, and spreading her legs wide.

What I saw mesmerized me! I never thought a pussy could be beautiful, but her’s was! The way her young, fluted inner lips just sort of opened, with her glistening juices weeping out of her opening almost made me cum on the spot!

I caught my breath and went back to sucking her toes, and watched as her finger dipped deep inside once more. It was incredible! Her juices started to flow more freely as I helped her come closer and closer to orgasm. With my eyes glued to her cunt, my lips wrapped around her toe, and my finger working like a piston in and out of my own drenched pussy, we went over the edge almost together!

I have never seen a more cunt-quaking sight than another pussy convulsing and spewing cream all over someone’s hand! We were both moaning and creaming for what seemed like hours!

I regained my senses sooner than she did, and just had to taste her fluid! I started licking her moist thighs. I think she konacık escort wanted to stop me, she tried to close her legs, but she just couldn’t! Instead, she put both of her hands behind my head and pulled my eager, open mouth to her gash!

I was so turned on, I started lapping her slit like I had been doing it all of my life! I tasted and savored every tiny drop of her cum that I could find. Like a ravenous beast, I attacked her womanhood with gusto, driving her to another earth shaking orgasm! This time, my mouth was firmly attached and refused to give up a single drop of her nectar! I felt her clit tremble against my tongue as her cum squirted deep in my mouth! She held my head in place and ground her hips, fucking my face as if I were a man.

Somehow, we ended up on the floor. I was trying to get my skirt off, and helping her pull her shirt over her head. We ended up naked, me on my back and her on top of me driving her tongue past my willing lips.

She was panting for breath, trying to suck my tonsils out, and trying to talk all at the same time. “I’m so fucking horny!” She moaned, “I want to taste your quim, I was to fuck you like you did me!”

“Swing around,” I begged. “Sit on my face and ride me!”

I screamed into her wet cunt as her lips found and circled my burning clit! I came so hard right then that I bucked and almost threw her off! It was unreal! I was fucking my hips up to meet her mouth as she was grinding down on my face! We both exploded together, drowning each other’s mouths as we screamed into each other’s cunts!

For long minutes, as we both slowly came down from our orgasmic highs, we nibbled, sucked and licked each other’s tender flesh. Finally, with her weakness very apparent, she rolled off of me and crawled around to put her face next to mine. She kissed me more tenderly than I have ever been kissed before, “Thank you.” She whispered. “And I know this sounds awful, but what is your name?”

We quietly exchanged names and phone numbers while we enjoyed a few last kisses and hugs. When she moved to get up and dressed, I suddenly felt very alone. Like when a man would fuck me than come up with some excuse why he couldn’t stay. She must have noticed my expression and read my thoughts. “Would you like for me to wait until you get off work? Maybe we could rent a movie and pop some popcorn. Would you like that?”

Needless to say, she stayed all night, pleased me better than any man ever could, and is currently sleeping in my bed as I write this. Damn! Ain’t life grand?

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I was a freshman in college when I met Carly. She was a senior and so much more sophisticated than me. She was every college boys dream and my dad was so nervous every time he was around her. I felt so small in her presence.

Carly had long brown curly hair, so shiny and beautiful. She had perfect breasts; perfect legs and I hated her for it. Her eyes were the color of warm honey. Her lips were naturally deep red and she never wore lipstick. She was all that I wanted to be and more.

I had mousy brown hair, dark eyes, almost black in color. I was just a bit on the chubby side but not fat. I had 36DD breasts that seemed to forever get in my way. I was 5’5″ to her 5’11”. She always told me my “baby fat” would go once I got into the hang of college life. So now you know how nice she was.

Carly got invited to all the frat parties and took pity on me and let me go with her. I stood back behind her no one noticing me really. I watched her laugh and joke with the guys. She was never one bit shy around guys.

One night around midterms, she looked up from studying and said “Hey Lori, lets get out of here for a while.”

I was totally not getting what I was studying and said “Let’s go!”

We went to the pub that was right down from our dorm. We both ordered a long island ice tea. Looked at each other and giggled. We continued to get totally drunk until closing. We left arm in arm stumbling all the way home.

Once at the dorm we bodrum escort bayan snuck in quietly to not wake anyone up. Carly grinned once we were inside the dorm room. She said “Ok Lori, I have decided that you learn how to be a woman.”

Laughing at her I said “Carly I am a woman!” With that I winked at her and started to undress.

She came from behind me and whispered “No Lori, your not, I desire to teach you like I was taught when I was a freshman. She helped me take my shirt off from behind lifted it over my head. She gently undid my bra. I turned toward her wide eyed but the liquor had made my inhibitions disappear. I had never really been with a man much less a woman. I was wondering what lesson she would be teaching?

She came from behind me and whispered “No Lori, your not, I want to teach you like I was taught when I was a freshman. She helped me take my shirt off from behind lifted it over my head. She gently undid my bra. I turned toward her wide eyed but the liquor had made my inhibitions disappear. I had never really been with a man much less a woman. I was wondering what lesson she would be teaching.

She didn’t say one more word. She unbuttoned my jeans and leaned in to kiss me. That kiss was so soft that I immediately returned it. Just a softly as she did, when she slowly licked my lips I did the same to hers, amazed at how sweet they tasted. Getting bolder I slipped my tongue bodrum sınırsız escort in her mouth, she gently sucked it. I felt myself get damp, shocked that this was turning me on so much.

She took my hand and led me to the bed. Slipping my jeans and panties off with one movement, I was laying there totally naked in front of her. She slowly undressed in front of me eyes never leaving each other. Her body was so perfect, breasts with upturned nipples standing hard. She lay down beside me. Coming out of my drunken stupor I realized I really liked this. I wanted to touch her. I touched the side of her face gently, trailing my fingers down her chin, past her neck to her chest. Her nipples were like pebbles so I gently touched one and she moaned. I drew my hand back. She took my hand in hers and placed it on her breast while she in turn touched mine. I loved the softness of it. Her nipple was jutting out begging to be sucked. She had my nipple between her fingers tweaking it softly. I loved the way she was making me feel.

Carly leaned over me and started sucking my nipples into her mouth, first one then the other. Slowly she started kissing down my body. She licked every where she kissed very erotically. I found myself arching into her kisses trying to urge her down. So surprised by the feelings she was arousing in my body. She kissed my pubic mound. I shave there so I felt her bodrum merkez escort kiss on my bare skin. It nearly drove me wild. She told me to spread my legs. I did as told and she got between them and gently started licking. I was so excited. I could feel her tongue darting in and out of me as her finger gently stroked my clit. She was taking long strokes with her tongue and darting it ever once in awhile to my anal hole. This was more than I could take. I came for the first time in my life. She continued sucking on my clit drinking my juice.

She raised herself up to me and kissed me. I tasted myself on her lips. That just made me want to taste her. She got up on all fours and spread her legs. I got behind her and stuck one finger in her tight luscious hole. I pulled it out and tasted it. Her juices tasted like sugar. I got between her legs and timidly licked. I heard her moaning loudly so I knew she was enjoying it. I took her clit in my mouth sucking and nibbling it. I was getting excited and very turned on again by the sounds she was making. While I was licking her and fucking her with my tongue, I trailed my fingers to my own pussy. I masturbated sticking one then two fingers in at a time. I could feel her tensing up knowing she was about to cum, I increased the rhythm of my tongue and my fingers. When she screamed that she was cumming that set me off to another mind blowing orgasm. I tasted her flowing into my mouth and continued to suck until she was totally dry. We both passed out after that and at one point I felt her get out of my bed and get into hers.

I lay there reveling in the afterglow, thinking of how I let this happen. I didn’t feel one bit dirty, instead I felt liberated. The next day I started going to the gym. By the time I was a senior I had the body I always wanted and a freshman roommate.

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All I wanted to do was walk into my familiar room, play a few video games, read a comic or two, or maybe even re-watch an episode of Battlestar Galactica. Was that too much to hope for? I could do more research on defeating the demons after a little rest.

Unfortunately, I’m afraid it was too much to ask, for there was a sock on the doorknob. I was a bit surprised by that, as Dennis and Robin hadn’t been too shy in the past, and hadn’t cared when Gina and I’d watched them. For a minute or two I stood there, debating on just walking in anyway, but decided that valor was the better part of discretion, and walked back down to my car.

It was New Year’s Eve, and my usual tradition was to stay up late playing video games, before going to bed the next morning. Since I didn’t know how long my roommate would be, and since gaming was on my mind, I decided to call up Shanna.

“Nick? I’m so glad you called! When are you getting back?” She sounded breathless on the other end of the phone as she excitedly talked to me.

“Well, I’m actually at my apartment now, but Dennis and Robin are currently using it. What are you doing?” I asked her, hoping she would get the hint that I wanted to come over.

“Getting ready for a party tonight. Are you going?” Since there were literally hundreds of parties going on, I had no idea which one she meant, and told her so. “The cosplay New Year’s one, silly. What other party would I want to go to?”

What party indeed? I wondered.

“But I don’t have a costume out here, and I can’t get to the ones in my apartment,” I said disheartened. I also couldn’t afford one, after all the money I’d spent down south, and didn’t think I could find one that would be up to my standards on such short notice.

“Oh, well, if you get the chance to get one, I’d love to go with you,” the disappointment in her voice decided me. One way or another, I was going. I only had to get a costume. Well, Dennis will understand if I break this one small convenience. Maybe if I’m quiet, he won’t even know I was in there.

I trudged back up the stairs, pulled off the sock, and unlocked the door. Putting the sock back on the knob for good measure, before I quietly slipped into my apartment. I could hear the sounds of my roommate’s lovemaking drifting down the short hallway, and was fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to hear me.

Confident that I was going to get away with this, I started tiptoeing towards my room. By the sounds they were making, I guessed that he’d left his door open. Just as I walked into the main room, I realized my mistake.

Robin looked up at me, and smiled, as she rode on top of Dennis. They were on the couch, and my roommate had one of her fake tits in his mouth, while she rocked her hips back and forth, moaning loudly. Her red hair was bouncing atop her head, as Dennis thrust into her from below.

“Nick!” Robin exclaimed with a lascivious smile.

“What the…” Dennis started to yell, as he stopped moving, craning his neck around to look at me, as I stood frozen in the entryway. “Dude… Sock!”

“Sorry,” I told them embarrassed. “I just need to get something from my room, and I’ll be gone.”

I started to walk past, but the pathway was short, and I had no choice but to walk close to them. I had noticed that despite Dennis stopping his movements, Robin hadn’t stopped grinding against my roommate, and she grinned as I tried to slip by. Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, halting me.

“Do you have to go so quick?” the redhead asked, and I didn’t know what to think. Dennis started to say something, but Robin pulled his head back up to her tit, shutting him up; after a coupe seconds, he started moving inside her again. “Why don’t you join us?” Her hand left my wrist, and went to my pants.

“Uh… Dennis,” I said, not sure what he would think of this.

Letting go of her nipple just long enough to say, “Whatever, dude,” before gripping Robin’s hips, and increasing her movements.

Robin moaned loudly at this, and I capitulated. She quickly had my pants down to my ankles, and I kicked off my shoes and then pants. She had a firm grip on my already hard cock, and used it to pull me over to her waiting mouth.

Her lips stretched tight around my head, before I felt her tongue bathe the underside of my penis. Robin was great at giving head, and she elicited moan after moan from me. Her own moans were sending delightful vibrations through my saliva coated rod. If I hadn’t had to stop on the drive up here to masturbate, she probably would have had me spewing down her throat. This was the first time I’d ever been with a woman at the same time as another man, but Robin’s mouth didn’t let me care.

Robin must have been enjoying this a lot as well, because she had three consecutive orgasms, before finally pulling away from my shiny knob, and looking me lustfully in the eyes. “I want to feel this beast in me,” she said as she got off of Dennis. I expected her to have me lay down, but instead, she merely turned escort mecidiyeköy around, and after a few seconds of fidgeting, had Dennis well seated in her ass.

“Oh, fuck!” Dennis exclaimed. “I love how tight your ass is, dear.”

She turned to look at her boyfriend, smiling, “Mmm, and I love how well you fit back there.” She turned back to me, still with that hungry grin on her lips. “But right now, I want to see if I can get that thing in my pussy, too. I’ve never had two men at once. This should be fun.”

With her back against my roommate and him buried to the hilt in her ass, I could clearly see her freshly fucked pussy open and waiting for me. I was so turned on by the redhead’s brazen nature that I truly didn’t care about Dennis being there anymore.

I got onto the couch, between the two sets of legs, and started to rub my saliva slickened penis against her swollen, wet, lips. Robin moaned and closed her eyes as Dennis started to buck beneath her. I timed my own thrust with his, slipping a couple inches into her at once.

Her eyes flew back open, and her arms wrapped around my neck, as she screamed, “Oh gawd, that feels good. I feel so stuffed with both of my holes filled. Fuck me Dennis, fuck me Nick. Use your cocks to make me cream! OH GAWD!”

She mashed her lips to mine in an all-devouring kiss, as I felt her inner muscles contract violently around my rod. I could feel the other man pumping in and out of her colon while she came, but tried to ignore it, as I started to go deeper into this fiery redhead. A small part of me felt bad for kissing another man’s girlfriend, but the part of my brain that was doing the most thinking demanded I kiss her back.

Our tongues swirled around each other, as she continued to cum, and I brought one of my hands up to her fake left tit, giving it a good squeeze. Despite the fact that I could see her chest was fake, they felt real enough. I was sawing my hips back and forth, in time with Dennis’s movements, and had soon sunk into her as far as I could go, hitting the opening to her womb.

Robin broke off the kiss, when I struck bottom, and reached down to where we were connected. She split her fingers on either side of my cock, and then looked at me in surprise at how much still remained outside of her. At least two inches stood pointing to the strip of red hair above her pussy.

“Oh, fuck, that thing is big,” she moaned. I knew Dennis wasn’t a small guy himself, and hoped he didn’t get jealous of me.

Dennis’s hands came around his girlfriend’s torso, and started playing with her big tits, replacing mine, so I grabbed her hips, and started driving into her as hard and fast as I could.

“That’s it, baby. Fill my ass with your cum,” Robin cried out suddenly as Dennis began to grunt. “Oh, it feels so hot in there. You’re going to make me cum again!”

This time as her pussy started massaging my phallus, I was too close, and pulled out a second too late. One shot made it off inside her pussy, before I could pull and shoot the rest across her stomach.

Robin was still in the throes of her climax, and I watched as she spread my cum across her stomach, and even fingered herself for a few seconds with her cum covered hands.

Not sure of the etiquette of these things, I quickly got up, gathered my clothes, and went to my room. I got cleaned up as best I could, and was fully dressed again, when a knock sounded on my door.

“Hey, Nick,” Dennis said, “we need to talk.”

Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes.

I opened the door, half expecting my roommate’s fist to come flying at me. His hand did enter, but only because he was holding it out to me. I shook it, and he walked into my room. I could hear the shower going, and knew where Robin was.

“Sorry if that bothered you, man. She’s been asking me for that for a bit now. At first I wasn’t sure how I would handle it. She tells me she loves me, and I believe her. It was actually kind of kinkier than I thought it would be. Dude, when you went in her, her asshole tightened so much I thought she was going to pinch my cock in two!” I let him ramble on for a bit, glad he wasn’t mad at me. “So, how are you handling it?” He finally asked me as he wound down.

“I dunno,” I told him honestly. “It was different, and I can’t deny I enjoyed it. You have quite the catch on your hands, Dennis.”

“Don’t I, though?” he said with a foolish grin on his face.

He shook my hand again, smiling, before turning to leave. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at me with a serious look in his eyes. “Thanks for pulling out of her. She doesn’t believe in birth control, and we have been lucky so far.” I remembered that one shot had made it in her, and remembered how she had fingered herself with my cum, and couldn’t speak. I nodded though; glad he couldn’t read my thoughts. Thanks to Lela, I knew I was fertile. “One last thing,” his face was now stern, “despite what happened in there, if I ever find you alone with escort istanbul her, I’ll kick your ass.”

He didn’t wait for a response, before turning, and walking away. I wasn’t worried about him being able to beat me up; between my switches and current strength, he wouldn’t stand a chance. I didn’t plan on trying to steal Robin from him, though. I already had enough women in my life, and no matter how real her tits felt, I preferred the genuine article.

I looked around my room, and sighed a breath of relief. My vacation had been an eventful one, but not relaxing. It was good to be surrounded by my geek paraphernalia again. Remembering the entire reason I had come into the apartment, despite the dangling sock, I went to my closet to look through my costumes. All of them tied into geek culture in one form or another. My first thought had been to go as Gambit, but with my current muscles, I wasn’t quite as lanky and thin as I used to me. I continued to go through my costumes, some were bad for cold weather, though I knew I would be indoors most of the time, some were just too obscure, and other’s too worn out. I ended up going as Gambit anyway, trench coat, bow-staff, gloves and all. I even had some contacts, which turned my eyes black, but waited to put those in, as they tended to annoy my eyes if I wore them for too long.

Robin slipped into my room at one point as I was getting ready, and gave me a critical look.

“Who are you supposed to be? A pirate?” she asked solicitously.

“No, mon chere,” I said in my best bayou accent, “I be da Gambit.” When she continued to look at me I informed her without the accent, “From a comic book series.”

“Oh, yeah, the geek thing.” She dropped her gaze to my covered crotch, before adding, “Sometimes I forget about that. Especially when it comes to your other attributes.” She smiled at me, and I grew nervous, remembering Dennis’s warning. Again, I wasn’t worried about him, but I didn’t care to cross any lines. “Anyway, the reason I came in here, is that I want to clarify something. Despite what happened in there, I love Dennis, and have no intention of trying to get with you on a permanent basis. I’m sorry if we gave you the wrong idea…”

“No,” I told her, relieved. “I’m happy for you two. I have plenty to deal with on my own.”

“Well don’t sound too heartbroken,” she complained, and I realized that I’d hurt her ego. She must have expected me to be disappointed, and when I wasn’t…

“Not that I would turn you away, if you and Dennis didn’t work out,” I quickly piped up, trying to sooth her.

“Hmm, well, with a cock as big as yours, you’re welcome to join us whenever you like, just don’t expect it too often.” She winked at me as she turned and walked out, and I thought Dennis was in for on helluva ride with this fiery redhead.

I called up Shanna, to ask if she wanted me to pick her up, or meet her at the party. There was only ever one cosplay party this time of year, and while I’d always known about it, I was never comfortable going alone.

“Come get me, and we can go together,” she said, and I could tell that she was excited about me going. “Who are you going as? I want to see if we will match.”

“Uh-uh,” I told her, smiling though I knew she couldn’t see me. “You get ready, and we’ll see how well we match when I get there.” She protested, but in the end, I won out.

I drove to her place and knocked on her door, and Shannon answered.

“Gambit, huh? Now I know what to dress as!” she told me, grinning triumphantly.

“You’re going too, Shannon?” I asked, and laughed when she pouted that I knew who she was.

“How do you DO that?” she demanded, but I just gave her an enigmatic smile in response. “Well, no. I got invited to another party, but I was looking forward to it. Good choice of costume, though, you’re a little too well built for it. Gambit is tall, but with your current build, you’re a little wider than he is.”

“Is that a fat joke?” I asked, poking her in the sides, playfully.

She laughed, and then yelled up the stairs, “Shanna, Nick is here. You’re safe to come out.” I wondered at the last part, but when I saw Shanna, I understood.

She had dressed up as Rogue, up to and including dying her hair red, except for a white spot in front. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled widely, seeing me in my matching outfit.

“I guess we match after all,” I told her, returning the smile. She ran to me, and flung her arms around my neck, before kissing me.

“I’ve missed you,” she said breathlessly.

I wrapped my arms around her thin waist, and loved how her outfit hugged her curves. “Mon, chere, your touch truly does entice da life right outta da Gambit.” She laughed at my accent, and I realized just how much I’d missed the sound of her musical laugh. “I’ve missed you, too. And your cute laugh, and long lashes. Shall we go?” I asked her.

Her mouth moved to a pouty position, and in her Rogue outfit, I thought it was topkapı escortları pretty cute. “You don’t want to fool around, first?” she asked me.

“Is it always sex with you?” I asked her, remembering when she’d used a similar line on me a while ago.

She laughed at the turnaround, and dragged me out the door.

The party was at a large house, bordering on a mansion, and there was music blaring everywhere, lights flashing, and costumes galore. Considering how cold it was outside, I was surprised at how skimpy some of the outfits were; some of them barely legal in public.

I immediately excused myself to the bathroom, and went to put in my contacts. When I returned, Shanna had moved away from the spot I’d left her at, but I only had to sense for her ‘happy’ switch to find her.

To my surprise, she was chatting with another Rogue. I grabbed us a couple drinks, and went to go join them. The other Rogue was pretty cute, I couldn’t deny, but I could tell she was wearing blue contacts, and a wig. Shanna’s costume was better.

Shanna didn’t notice I was there, till I handed her a drink.

“Oh, you’re back,” she said barely glancing at me. “Nick, this is Julia, we have a few classes together.” By her tone, it didn’t sound like she enjoyed those classes.

“Nick, huh? Cool contacts.” Julia said, turning the full effect of her bright blue eyes on me. She placed her hand on my chest, and got a little uncomfortably close, as she gazed into my black eyes. “They could just draw you in, couldn’t they?” Her lips parted, and I knew she was giving me the go ahead to kiss her by the way she was looking at me, and the shape she had made of her red lips.

I stepped back, and turned my back on her. I was here with Shanna, and no matter what I may do when I’m not with her, I wasn’t going to kiss another woman in front of her.

Shanna looked at me for the first time since I got back, and I saw she was startled by my eyes. She quickly got over it though, as she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a, “Thank you.”

She took my arm, and pulled me away. When we were far enough away, which wasn’t too far considering the music, I leaned over and asked what that had been about.

Shanna studied my face for a bit, before answering. “That’s just Julia. We’ve been rivals since elementary school. She has always been jealous of me, and wants whatever I have, including boyfriends.” She glared over to where Julia was smiling at us. Apparently the rival knew we were talking about her. I didn’t doubt that Julia had been successful in the past at stealing men. Dressed as she was, she looked absolutely stunning. I still found Shanna more attractive, dressed up as a better Rogue, but couldn’t deny that the wonton way Julia had acted, had had an effect on me.

One of Shanna’s words caught in my mind. “Boyfriend? Is that what I am?”

She studied my face for a bit, before answering with a shy smile. “Maybe… After the way you just turned away from her, it is definitely points in your favor.” I looked back over to the other woman, and noticed that her smile had turned a little sour.

I took my date out onto the dance floor, and she laughed at my clumsy attempts at dancing, but I didn’t mind, just enjoying the way she sounded, and how her long lashes batted at me.

Julia didn’t seem to be done with us though, and at one point, I found myself sandwiched between the two women. They glared daggers at each other, around me, and I really started to get uncomfortable. It didn’t help that Julia kept running her hands all over my body.

“Let’s go,” I told Shanna after Julia had grabbed my crotch for the second time. I’d thought the first time was a fluke, but when she got a firm hold on my cock the second time, I knew it was intentional.

“And let her win?” She shook her head. “I won’t let her drive us away. Just ignore her.” That was easier said than done.

I pulled Julia’s hand off my ass, and gave Shanna a kiss, hoping the other woman would get the hint. When I didn’t feel her behind me, I thought she did, until I realized that she had only moved to the other side of Shanna, and was now running her hands all over HER body.

I was utterly confused at this point. What game was Julia playing? And why wasn’t Shanna stopping her? When I saw Julia start to kiss Shanna’s neck from behind, I grew even more confused, and pulled my Rogue over to me.

“What’s going on?” I asked again. “I thought you hated her.”

She looked at me a bit dazedly, before looking around, and seeing Julia smiling at us again. “What? Ahh, I mean, yeah, I do. I don’t know what she is thinking.” She looked at Julia again, a puzzled expression on her face. “Maybe you’re right. Let’s go. We can see the countdown at my place, and I really want to be alone with you.”

I nodded, still uncertain about her answer, but figured if it got us out of this situation, all the better.

We walked out to my car, but Julia was yelling after us. I didn’t want to see a cat fight break out, so I tried to hurry us along, but Shanna stopped instead.

Groaning, I decided to try and put an end to this, before it could go on.

“Look, Julia, you’re cute and all, but I’m with Shanna. Go bother some other guy.” I tried to be nice, but I knew my voice sounded a little harsh in my annoyance.

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As the story unfolds, the intrepid mercenaries of private consultations, on behalf of the U.S. government, known as M.A.G.I. group, interrogate a terrorist suspect. In the safe aquatic compound, formerly known as the Ft. Jefferson National Monument, the operatives carry out their surreptitious inquiries. Now privately owned, the secret base played a key role to the ongoing subterfuge, for the primary players. Moreover, playful they were. Mercs, privateers and government agents, they were dangerous to say the least. Regardless, they were the last line of defense outside the federal government.

These included the eccentric Dr. Sterling Striffe, a long time senior officer in the clandestine services, formerly of U.S. Army Psyops command. Suave, dashing, rugged good looks and deadly I.Q. In the pseudoscience of psychiatry, the Agency shrink once classified him in the so-called sociopathic category. Likewise, with him, there was his paramour and antagonistic partner, the notorious Black Widow assassin, Myla Trench.

No less dangerous and equal to Striffe, Myla was the consummate femme fatale. Her cover name and identity of course, she was an extraordinarily accomplished professional. She too, in her Agency 201 file, had the designation as homicidal. For balance between the two, and rounding out their ménage à trois, a uniquely open relationship, was their ace pilot, Rusty Petals. A skilled aviator, she could fix and fly just about anything. As a team, they lived on the fringe and worked in the shadows. They were outcasts.

Where Sterling was gallant, debonair and treacherously fit, Myla was a raven-haired olive toned beauty of proud Spanish heritage. Lethal, strong and wickedly skilled, she excelled in the dark arts. As Striffe tended toward an average height, perhaps a little on the short side, Myla had the Amazonian qualities of a tall rugged warrior.

By contrast and in between, Rusty was a curvy ginger flash of red curls, blue-eyed deviousness and creamy dangerous efficiency. Grits, fried eggs and ham; she was the consummate down-home southern belle, but daring as hell. Together, their unity for adventure reached into the shadows of espionage and scaled the summits of intense uninhibited sexuality. Regardless, together, the three would pursue the case of the Atlantis Venture, for which, attention now turned to the suspicious drone attack. Now, they plied their tradecraft on their current prey, a captured counter-operative.

“I can break him in under five minutes,” Myla provoked in a deep guttural tone. Among her hobbies, a seasoned dominatrix in her own right, she could break any man. “Go ahead, my love, give me the green light. I will beat this bitch into submission.”

“As your apprentice, my honey suckle,” Rusty drawled salaciously. “I want to watch. This one who tried to kill us needs a good breaking and especially by a woman. A suspected jihadist of sorts, this assassin discovered how difficult a task that was. Therefore, here we are, in our compound, interrogating an enemy minion who probably hates women.”

“Too late for that at this moment, loves of my life, perhaps later.” Sterling started. “After that first injection,” he continued with a rake of one hand over his freshly shaved head. “He will experience a phase of delirium. The initial juice, code named Cobalt Blue, based on the latest concoction from Area-51,” Striffe explained, as Myla arched an eyebrow, “Stimulates the dream state, or what we call the Necrospace. He’ll babble.”

“I’ll bet it was con-cocked-ted in the labs of Dr. Jewels,” Myla soured with the grit of her teeth. “Ah, yes, the ever modest seemingly brilliant, yet provocatively submissive, Dr. Perl Jewels. Wonder how long it took you and her to con-cock the potion.”

“Now, now, my dear,” Sterling offered with a hint of banter. “We appreciate our counterpart to the British Q-Branch. Jealousy becomes you, my love.”

“Uh, loves of my life, seriously, a domestic squabble at this moment?” Rusty twanged in her southern style to Myla. “You take issue with that broad?”

“Yeah baby, you know how I feel about that bitch scientist of ours,” Myla soured. “I hate those injections she gives us supposedly to balance our metabolisms.”

“Dr. Perl Jewels is the most gifted chief scientist and quartermaster we have,” Sterling reminded with a grin. “She is a singular genius of exceptional capabilities.”

“Uh huh, and plowing her backside in one of the labs was research, right?” Myla hinted a vicious green-eyed streak. “Or, banging her lights out in the armory.”

“My dear, you exaggerate somewhat,” Sterling added politely. “Stop the mind infusion, you’re invading my thoughts,” he gave her a smirk. “I’m blocking you.”

“Me? Exaggerate?” Myla groaned. “I’ll show you what exaggeration is like.”

“I’m sure, my dear,” Rusty countered, “they were doing research.” She faked a yawn to poke fun at both of them. “In two shakes of lamb’s tail, we need to get going.” Rusty pouted an impatient glance. “We’re escort merter burning daylight people, need to do something.”

“Where does she get these colloquialisms?” Myla asked with a gentle hiss at Sterling “I’ve never seen a lamb shake its tail. And, that accent, grits on the griddle.”

“The fine state of Georgia,” Sterling offered with a chuckle. “You see, Rusty, this goes deeper than anything I may be suspected of doing with Dr. Jewels.” Sterling winked and tossed a smile at Myla. “You don’t like the doc and there are other things.”

“Nope, I don’t trust her,” Myla insisted and tried to probe his thoughts.

“Stop, my love, you’re trying to read my consciousness,” Striffe asserted. “Although our neural implants communicate at a preconscious level, I can still redirect your obsession. Oh look, our visitor is starting to come around a bit, so to speak.”

“Atlanticus to rise, Americus in demise,” the terrorist suspect blurted and blathered in a tone that reflected the maladaptive cry of a misguided soul. This was not untypical of a certain age group no matter what part of the world you ventured. Whining, sniveling malcontents, they are unimaginative. “Plunder the infidels, kill the unbelievers, the holy one be praised. Too late, judgment comes. Help! I’m burning!”

“Well now, there’s a tone we’re not unfamiliar with,” Sterling hinted with a strong flavor of sarcasm, but not to be taken as too obvious. “Good and evil struggle within the bottomless pit of one’s unconscious nexus for social stupidity. He’s imagining all kinds of things at this point.” Sterling craned his head to loosen up his neck and rolled his shoulders to relax himself. “Ah, the serum is doing what it was designed to do.”

“Like peeling an onion, going deeper into the memories, thoughts, and emotions,” the dangerously beautiful amazon Myla Trench speculated. Her dark olive complexion and jet-black hair deepened her mysterious nature. “Sterling, we got time for this?”

“Physical torture takes time and renders inconclusive results,” Striffe explained with a steady affectionate gaze at his Amazon queen. “Whereas, the Jewels elixir provides a more immediate response, with limited neural damage and less to clean up.”

“Really, Sterling, the ‘Jewels elixir’? Please, spare me the bullshit,” Myla shot back, yet her stare skimmed the edges of eternal affection for him. “I’m waiting.”

“Well, I’ll be hornswoggled, like a young bull in a herd of heifers,” Rusty said with a good-natured chuckle as she checked her watch. “The new con-cock-tion worked faster than the last time you used it, Sterling. It’s a better version.”

“Are you mixing metaphors?” Myla quizzed with a grin.

“We take it one step at a time,” Sterling went on to explain. “Too much interaction by increasing stress levels with this new dosage, and we might cause an imbalance, provoke false memories, and so forth. Thus, this method takes time.”

“I could beat out of him faster,” Myla mildly objected. She huffed, paced, punched her black gloved palm with her other fist and glanced at her protégé. “Rusty?”

“Oh my, my dear, you want backing on this,” the cute freckled faced southern belle, Rusty Petals said with coy deflection. “I could peel him in some interesting ways, and perhaps produce a quick painful death for this rodeo clown.”

“The game is on our turf,” Myla asserted. “We must act and peeling sounds good.”

“My love,” Rusty answered her with a sexy slant, “Peel me anytime.”

“Hmmm, later, I will definitely do that,” Myla licked her lips.

“Yes, you could my dear,” Striffe replied and focused on the suspect. “I don’t have a problem with that, however, I’m concerned about the reliability of the subsequent results.” He sighed and then added, “On the other hand, we are in a bit of a hurry.”

“Precisely,” Myla whispered eerily. “Wake him up and I’ll do the rest.”

“Not yet, maybe later, my dear, you could apply your exceptional talents for inquiry upon this poor wretched soul.” Striffe paused briefly and gave a Sterling smirk to his two partners. “And, later on, when all is done, I could watch you apply your skills to press the petal to the mettle of Ms. Petals. What a pleasant thought.”

“I get to lasso you first, partner,” Rusty drawled and winked at Sterling. “Hogtie you in a heartbeat, baby. Oh boy, whip you into shape and break you in, once again.”

“You two always make my day brighter,” Sterling said with a grin.

“Ah yes, I hear that. For this sidewinder right her, he’s facing a trial for his fate, so he appears to be coming around to a confession,” Rusty offered as to the extent of what she saw. “I’ll be hornswoggled again, like a pig in a poke, and you don’t want the poke. You know what I mean? This fool might actually tell us something.”

“I have no earthly idea what you mean,” Myla toyed with her. “I wasn’t raised on a farm, didn’t have a barn, nor sheep, or horses and the like.” She paused in istanbul eskort her jest. “You know with farm animals, horses in particular, you spend much time in the barn?”

“We have a saying, what happens in the barn,” Rusty toyed with her. “Stays in the barn.” She gave her tall friend a wide grin. “Anyway, people talk sooner or later.”

“Animal farm aside,” Sterling started to say. “We need to move quickly.”

“Sorry,” Rusty replied fondly. “You missed out, love. You haven’t lived until you milk a cow, or help a stallion mount a mare. Or, take a roll in the hay loft.”

“Hmm, I can relate a little to the last part.” Myla glanced at Sterling. “Speaking of milking. Everything needs a good milking. Like our suspect for instance.”

“As far as he’s concerned, at least from this somewhat limited perspective of mine, he believes in a supernatural judgment. We make use of that.” Sterling winked. “Some mood music please.” He turned to a control panel affixed and mounted within the wall structure. “Ah yes, an appropriate theme for the Myla,” he teased with a hint of affection. “Oh yes, this one is yours my dear, always reminds when you attacked my cabin.” He manipulated the controls and she knew the selection. “Your favorite, my love.”

“Oh my, Carmina Barana O Fortuna,” Myla whispered with a smile and the musical score from a different era filled the chamber. “Nicely done, my dear.”

“Three gallons of sweaty hot in a two gallon bucket,” Rusty murmured as Myla responded by simply shaking her head. “Hush my mouth, darling.”

“A wonderful pair you two make,” Sterling quipped. “As with most ideological dogma, there’s the illusion that hope springs eternal for such tortured or valiant souls. Good and evil must always fight to the end to time.” He enjoyed the interplay between Myla and Rusty and their intense sexuality. “I’m honored by your presence.”

“Oh stop, I don’t know if I can hold back the emotion,” Myla added sarcastically. “I’m enjoying the music and prospects torturing the fuck out of this terrorist.”

For the next few moments, Striffe observed the subject carefully but remained mindful of the time limitations involved. This was a tedious process of interrogation. To guide the unconscious interview, he tossed out an open-ended question every now and then. He kept the captive on track, letting him sink deeper into the dark passages of the dream world. Carefully, they wanted to listen to tone, pitch, rate and words.

Intra-psychic intervention, or simply mental torture, perfected by chemical mixtures, avoided the immediate necessity of unnecessary physical strain. Striffe’s assistant at their compound, an accomplished medical practitioner, monitored the suspect’s vital signs. She remained silent for the most part and insisted on unwavering loyalty. To her credit, she studied under the notorious Dr. Perl Jewels, her lifelong mentor.

“All recordings and monitoring systems are fully functional,” the doc said and gave Striffe a quick once over as if to approve of his physical presence. “The subject is within normal ranges given his current state. The chemical injection is working.”

“Excellent,” Striffe continued. “He gets an afterlife of eternal bliss in the presence of his god, or damnation in hell. Who knows what he’ll confess to?”

“The blue elixir pretty much challenges sacred notions,” Myla noted cynically. “You might say it’s the near perfect antidote to the stupidity of thinking.”

“If I may say so, it certainly gets beyond the mask of any deceptive intentions,” the doc said to Myla, who returned an appreciative smile. The doc nodded in a submissive way to the Black Widow assassin. “We’re the only ones who have such a potion.”

“A kind of proverbial truth serum,” Rusty added. “Why my goodness, back where I come from, we just call that being honest with yourself. And don’t think you’re better than anybody else. Geezus, it ain’t that complicated, just common sense.”

“The problem with common sense,” Striffe started to say, “is that if it’s so common, then everyone should have some measure of it. We know that’s not true.”

“Which most don’t, hence the stupidity factor,” Myla continued.

“I’m glad I work in the lab,” the doctor muttered amusingly under her breath. She blinked her eyes in respectful approval of Myla. “You know, in the shadows.”

“Me too,” Myla whispered behind Sterling’s left ear. Her eye contact with the doc expressed the duality of her inner personality and much more. “Likewise.”

“Alrighty, now that our guest is blabbering endlessly,” Striffe began again and felt the tingle of the chill down his back, as Myla breathed on his neck. She was turning him on by her mere presence. Lightly, she ran a long slender finger with a sharpened fingernail up his spine. He could feel the pleasure building in his groin. “Let’s see if we can make a logical interpretation of all this nonsense and find out what’s going on.”

“Okay, I’ll play taksim esc first,” Myla jumped in. “The patch correlates to the reference in the dead man’s dream to an elusive organization known as Glaucus Atlanticus.” She sensed something and looked up and around. “Anyway, the clowns attacked us, because someone tipped them off we might be a threat to their plans. Good so far?”

“Please, my dearest, continue,” Striffe acknowledged with a nod.

“Sounds darn good to me,” Rusty said. “We have grits around here?”

“I think we’re out of grits,” Striffe answered her.

“Well that’s just wrong. Okay, I’ll toss in for seconds here,” Rusty interjected with a chuckle. “Stir the hornets’ nest so to speak. So, all this nonsense for what? Call us out; get us involved, expose our operations, while this nitwit goes on jihad. That’s goofy.”

“Not bad for starters,” Striffe agreed. “Yes, it is a waste of resources, unless there’s a deeper meaning. There usually is. And, we have our link to a possible mole in our network. Based on what the poor unevolved subject has alluded in his quest for atonement. More likely, just a nosy information source used for provocation purposes.”

“He mentioned something about a ledger, a journal dedicated to exposing lies and cover-ups, conspiracies, and an infidel supporting the jihad,” Myla toyed with the conversation. “Yes, it’s a probe because someone is messing with us.”

“The young fool here blathered something about the eagle and the lion,” Striffe noted and pondered the meaning. “What’s your collective wisdom?”

“Well, at this point, I’m not buying a pig in poke,” Rusty said to Myla.

“That’s why I love you, my dear,” Myla said to her with an appreciative hint. “An eagle, a lion, and sea slug, whatever that Glaucus thing is, remains very interesting.” She huffed purposely as if to claim a bit of sarcasm for the moment. “The strong has a song, and it is doing what is right, with all things of might. Two symbols of potent western alliance. They don’t like us. Okay, the U.S. and the Brits against the jihadists, right?”

“Hmm,” Rusty hummed quietly. “The sea slug is also poisonous and cleverly hides below the surface. This creature has very deadly venom, not unlike the black widow spider. I’d say the analogy is a dangerous and elusive enemy that can be anywhere.”

“Fascinating,” Striffe offered in his aloof manner. “A Trojan horse perhaps.”

“Politicians are stupid that way, that’s why we exist,” Myla toyed. “I do like the black widow reference.” She caressed Rusty’s arm at the mention of her code name.

“And, what about the numbers he splooged a moment ago?” Rusty smirked. “Three, six and nine, so what’s with that? Adds up to nine by the Striffe equation.”

“Uh, work on that for a few seconds, my darling,” Myla murmured.

“She’s correct,” Striffe added thoughtfully. “Nine could be a discreet reference to ancient lore. That is, the coming of the end and the darkness of eternity.”

“Writings of the secret kind,” Rusty muttered with her usual southern tone.

“Sure, no doubt at some level, but back to the journal as a possibility. What are the odds that relates to the Ledger Journal of London?” Myla proposed. “That’s a mysterious connection indeed, even after the first injection, the clown is blabbering like a politician under indictment. Not unlike one of Sterling’s girlfriends after a few drinks.”

“Thank you my dear, for that,” Striffe groaned and shook his head. “Very good, my dear, I think we’re on the right track. After a few drinks there are many possibilities. We need to get all this data collected and transmitted to Groom Lake a.s.a.p.” Striffe looked at the doctor. “Our subject needs to be packaged and shipped as well for further analysis.”

“Copy that, sir, I’m on it,” doctor confirmed confidently. “Standard ops, pack, sack and ship. We were never here and this never happened,” she added.

“Thank you, appreciate your expertise,” Sterling said softly. “Everything is to be sanitized as per the Legerdemain Protocols. Have our agents make sure this fruitcake makes it to the party and disappears for eternity when everything is done.”

“Among other things,” Myla murmured ever so discreetly.

“Now with no further interruptions, we’ll consider our next move,” Striffe accepted that and winked at Myla. “Since you mentioned it, I’m thinking of a special kind of meddlesome and annoying life form. An armchair computer keyboard activist.”

“Oh yeah, I’m on this,” Myla said with an eerie smirk. “I’m willing to bet that little deviant is involved in this. A hack here, and a hack there, and who knows.”

“A techie clown,” Sterling continued and watched as the doctor summoned an assistant. While those two cleaned up, Sterling continued, “Dweeb Tome. The rather obnoxiously arrogant owner and operator of the well-financed tabloid newspaper, the Ledger Journal. He has a penchant for conspiracy theories, as well as fake news.”

“Wait, don’t we own that mullet wrapper?” Rusty queried.

“Of course, Rusty, sleight of hand, it makes things grand,” Sterling quipped.

“That worthless piece of yellow journalism,” Myla snarled, “has global distribution and brings in a ton of funds for reinvestment in our more exotic adventures.”

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Next chapter will most likely skip forward in time, because the story is getting repetitive. So the next one will probably advance the story a lot. Though I wouldn’t say this one is entirely skippable. Just… familiar.

*****

When I woke up that morning, I felt something push against my lips. Still half asleep and with my eyes shut, I let it slide into my mouth. It was warm and smooth, yet hard. I started sucking on it out of sheer habit, and when I opened my eyes I saw Bologal’s abs close to my face and her dick shoved into my mouth.

I flinched, but just a little since I wasn’t really surprised.

Bologal was sitting on my chest, her weight pushing me into the bed and making it hard to breathe. She moved her hips back and forth, fucking my throat.

I sucked harder on her cock, trying to move my head to match her thrusts despite my lying position.

Soon she picked up the pace, and I felt the back of my head painfully slam against the wall behind me with every thrust. She moaned loudly as I felt her cock slide deep down my throat and back out over and over again.

Eventually she filled my throat with hot cum, pulling out her cock while moaning from her orgasm.

She looked down at me and chuckled when seeing my still mildly surprised face. “If you want more control, make sure to wake up first. Otherwise I’ll just take what I want from you while you sleep.”

That was an unpleasant thought. Had she done this before? No, there’s no way I’d sleep through that.

“Get up, slave,” Bologal said. “The breakfast won’t eat itself.”

She climbed off me, finally letting me breathe normally, and we both got out of bed. Then she put on my collar and headed for the door.

Breakfast was rather uneventful. I was allowed to eat without pleasuring Bologal first and my appetite had returned. The only notable thing was when Ebba, who was sitting far away from me, looked at me while making gestures meant to look like she was giving a blowjob. Then she giggled to herself.

How long until she got bored of teasing me for my role as sex slave?

Later that day, when Bologal had me pressed against a wall while pounding my ass, a bandit showed up.

“The king’s men are here to collect silver,” he said and then ran back the way he came.

Bologal pulled out with a groan. “Guess I have to show those idiot bandits how much I’m willing to give up,” she muttered.

“I can help,” I said and turned away from the wall to face her.

Bologal raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Just let me talk to the king’s men. I’m a merchant, I know how to handle these situations.”

Bologal seemed to escort çapa consider it for a moment. “Alright. But if you try something stupid, you’re going to the pile.”

I nodded. I kept Ebba’s words in mind. No thoughts on escaping if the plan isn’t foolproof. And this one wasn’t.

***

It felt weird wearing clothes again.

Bologal had gotten me armor to look like a guard and she was now leading me to the cave entrance.

As nice as it felt to not be naked, the armor sure was heavy. How did people walk around in these?

“I’ll be standing right here. Now go,” Bologal said with a warning glare.

I walked past her towards the entrance, seeing sunlight for the first time in days. It was brighter than I remembered. Almost painful.

I took a deep breath and then fixed my gaze on the king’s men, standing by a wagon.

I walked over to them and handed them the pouch Bologal had given to me. The one I gave it to looked inside, seeming disappointed.

“This is it?” he asked in an angry tone. Now was my time.

“Better than nothing like last time, right?” I said. “If you want more, then go tell the king we need more workers in here!”

The two men looked suspicious. “Things seemed to go fine a while back, and you’ve only gotten more workers since. Just say it, the mine is drying out.”

“Not at all. But the mine is getting unstable, and the risk of a tunnel falling in is keeping the workers from mining. We’ve already lost several in collapses! So we’ve got to focus more on supporting the tunnels, and guess what? You don’t find a lot of silver when doing that. Though we would be done with it sooner if we had more people who could work on it.”

“What do you expect us to do?” the other man asked. “We don’t decide who ends up here!”

“Just go tell whoever does decide it that if they don’t want to wait for weeks, maybe months, for better results, then they better get more friendly with the thought of sending criminals here. Alright?”

One of the men grunted. “Fine. We’ll make sure that message reaches them.”

Then they both got into the carriage and turned the horses around, driving off the way they came.

One of the bandit guards turned to me, looking at me with his eyes concealed by the helmet. “If this works, you’ve done good, kid. The keyword here is if, though.”

“Even if they don’t give us more workers we at least have a valid excuse for barely giving them anything for a while,” I responded and went back into the cave.

The armor must be boosting my confidence; I just talked back to one of the bandits.

Bologal was waiting for me, hands istanbul escorts on her hips. “Did it work?”

“They bought the lie, at least. Now we’ll have to wait and see if they send us more prisoners.”

A tiny bit of me felt bad for encouraging that more people were sent here. But they were bad people, right? They probably deserved it.

I followed Bologal to the armory where I was going to return the armor. But as I began removing the helmet, she grabbed my hand.

“Keep it on for a little longer, slave. We never got to finish before, so I wanna fuck you while you wear it.”

Well, that was a bit weird… I guess. Though I put the helmet back in place and waited for her to do her thing.

She pushed me backwards and I landed on my back. Then she lifted my legs up and removed a few armor pieces to give her access to my ass.

She stroked her hard cock and positioned it right in front of my ass.

“Look at me, I’m fucking one of the king’s guards,” she said with a grin and pushed her dick inside.

As she began humping me, I felt my penis harden and press against the armor. It was happening more and more often that my body seemed aroused by this, but I still refused to tolerate it in my mind. And something that took away from the pleasure this time was the heavy armor that was getting really uncomfortable as I began sweating.

Bologal grabbed my hips and lifted my lower body as well, leaving only my back on the ground as she moved my body to match her thrusts. It was a pretty uncomfortable position, but at least she seemed to like it.

I felt her dick pump in and out and heard her moans. My attention returned to my own penis and I caught myself wishing Bologal would jerk me off or something. I knocked those thoughts out of my head and instead focused on how uncomfortable the armor was.

After a few minutes Bologal came, moaning loudly and shooting cum from her throbbing dick. Then she let go of me and my lower half fell to the floor.

After my armor was removed and the collar was back around my neck, the rest of the day passed by quite uneventful.

When we entered her room for the evening after a recent dinner, I suddenly said something without really thinking it through.

“Mistress, may I have dessert?”

As I said this I had my eyes on her crotch, concealed by her loincloth.

What was I doing? Sure, suggesting sex instead of being forced to might be a sign of submission that would earn me plus points, But I was also willingly putting myself in a situation I wasn’t supposed to like with no guarantee of gaining anything. Oh well, the escort bayan etiler words had been spoken and couldn’t be taken back.

Bologal gave me a small grin and removed her loincloth. “Sure, slave. Dig in.”

I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on her hips. Watching her dick rise and grow to its full size, I gave the shaft a few licks.

Then I opened my mouth wide and felt her cock fill my throat as I moved my head forward.

Swallowing it to the base, I rubbed my nose against her skin before moving my head back again and then bobbing my head in a fast rhythm, sucking hard on her cock.

“Mmm,” I moaned, a fake sound. I looked up at my mistress and tried to rise the corners of my mouth into a smile despite the meat filling my mouth.

She looked back at me, hands clasped behind her head, showing her teeth as she smiled back. It still wasn’t a completely friendly smile.

Bologal began moving her hips in union with my head bobbing, making it feel like her dick went even further down my throat. I sucked, licked and moaned as good as I could until her cock pulsated before filling my mouth with cum.

When I had swallowed it all, Bologal tried to move back to release her dick from my mouth. But I wasn’t done. I needed to impress my mistress.

I held her in place with my hands that still rested on her hips. She was far stronger than me and would have no problem freeing herself if she wanted to, so my gesture was more to send the message that this wasn’t finished yet.

Bologal stopped moving back and instead moaned much louder and more frequently as I sucked on her sensitive, softening cock.

After a while it got harder again, but Bologal’s moans were no less powerful.

I moved my head faster and sucked harder than before, occasionally stopping to lick and suck her balls.

Due to her recent orgasm, Bologal lasted longer this time. I had to suck her off for almost twice as long as last time before she trembled slightly as her second orgasm approached.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned and violently thrusted her hips forward, grabbing my head to push it into her groin. She was being a little too forceful and it hurt a little, but I had other concerns. Namely, gobbling up her second load.

When all the cum from her orgasm was in my stomach, she let go of my head and I released her dick with a pop.

“You’re getting fiesty,” Bologal said, breathing heavily. “I like it.”

Good, my efforts hadn’t been in vain.

We then went to bed, and I noticed that Bologal slid her dick into me a little more carefully than before. Had I really drained her that much?

No, someone with her dick, balls and overall build would need more than that. Maybe she just wasn’t used to continuing after an orgasm?

If so, I had just gotten an advantage that my predecessors didn’t have.

With that comforting thought in mind and the taste of Bologal’s cum in my mouth, I fell asleep.

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With all the beauty of a gently rolling waterfall, Anya came down the carpeted wooden staircase. Her sequins shimmered and shone in the incandescent light and that of the fire in the fireplace. Her expression was set to dazzle as much as her attire. She looked very pretty – beyond gorgeous.

Tammy and Mike first caught a glimpse of her when she had stepped off the stairs and made her way toward the wide open door frame of the kitchen.

“Wow!” Tammy said, “You look awesome!”

Mike turned and leaned over his chair. “Wow!” he repeated. “Don’t I feel underdressed now!”

Anya showed her lovers a bright and proud smile as she slowly entered the room. “I just wanted to wear something nice for a change.” she said humbly.

“You look great in anything.” Tammy said as her systems quietly and reflexively configured themselves for sex mode. She tried to resist the temptation to jump the other android and make love to her right then and there.

Mike was having similar thoughts and impulses. He too wondered if he could make it through dinner with Anya’s stunning, radiant beauty so near. “Those earrings are so cool!” he said. “You don’t mind that we look like slobs?”

“Nah,” she said, “you two are just as attractive to me for who you are.” She took a seat across from Mike and the flickering glow of the tall cream coloured candles placed on the table.

The buzzer on the oven went off at that time. Tammy looked delirious with arousal as she stood up to go turn it off.

“I’m glad you like the way I look.” Anya said as she looked at Mike. “Tammy, you’re sexy in those sweats too.”

Tammy took a while to respond, as she was still trying to suppress her strong digital arousal. “Thanks.” she said as she blushed again. Her modesty algorithms made her very attractive in that way.

“I’m gonna put on some music.” Anya said. Aware that she had an audience, she got up and made a little show out of walking across to the stereo in the large living room. She knelt down and turned it on, then inserted a compact disc into the player. A mix of very old Genesis songs began to play – personal favourites of Mike and his loving fembot companions. She winked at Mike as she sat back down at the table.

Tammy opened the oven and scanned the contents of the roast pan. Her infrared and ultraviolet escort beşiktaş scanning capabilities made her quite a competent judge of whether or not the meal was properly cooked. After her processors did some work, she decided that the chicken was ready for consumption.

“All done!” she announced as she went to grab some oven mits.

“That smells so good.” Anya announced after some computation of the data collected by the chemical sensors behind her nose.

Mike agreed. “If that tastes as good as it smells we’re all in for a treat.”

Him and Anya watched as the sexy Tammy unit reached into the oven and pulled out the pan erupting with steam. She set it down on a large wire grate and turned to look at her lovers. “It does smell good, doesn’t it?” she said cheerfully.

The three made conversation while Tammy served the salad and poured three glasses of a dry sparkling white grape juice. All three tried to avoid mentioning that problem that had caused Tammy so much worry and uncertainty. They ended up discussing instead their differing uses for food, the scenery outside that would be revealed with the coming of Spring, and the physical attractiveness of various fembots in the basement lab.

Not long into their lively conversation they had each gotten a portion of roasted chicken and vegetables. After a toast to android technology, they began to eat. Mike and Anya both made sure to let Tammy know what a wonderful job she had done on the meal. Tammy thanked them both.

They talked, joked, ate and drank for three quarters of an hour. By then, all the food had been eaten. Mike had received a larger portion, as he alone genuinely required the food for energy. Anya hadn’t gotten so much as a crumb on her extremely fine clothes, thanks to the finest electronically controlled servos and flexors available.

Tammy felt really good. She volunteered to clear the table of empty plates, glasses and cutlery, and then phoned Maria to send up a maid to take it from there. When the loud and stiffly moving maidbot arrived in the kitchen, Tammy greeted it and gave it verbal instructions on what she wanted done. She then gave it a playful little kiss.

Then the trio retired to the living room to relax in front of the fire. They continued their conversation, escorts istanbul and began to plan for something of a live action porn with a half dozen fembots participating.

The whole time, Tammy and Mike couldn’t keep their eyes off of Anya. She knew it, and reveled in the attention she got.

But Mike was too tired now for anything other than sleep. “That was quite a day.” he said as he breathed in deep and felt that satisfied fullness in his belly. He looked at Anya and said “You look so good right now I could cum twice for you.”

She laughed. “I can dress like this tomorrow if you like.”

“You should definitely do that more often.” Tammy said, sounding relaxed and at ease.

“Well, I’m going to bed now.” Mike said as he got up. He didn’t even need to invite the girls into his bed, as they always followed when he retired for the night.

“I’ll just go down to the lab to get my facemask cleaned.” Anya said as she excused herself.

“Okay, see you in a bit.” Mike said as he went off to go brush his teeth.

Tammy turned the stereo off and checked on the fire before turning off the lights and walking upstairs too. She got into the bedroom and turned on the light there. She started undressing and waiting for Mike. She was starting to feel a little anxious now.

Mike emerged from the upstairs washroom and began to think of sleep… and maybe a little playing around with his attractive partners before that. He walked into the bedroom to see Tammy waiting for him. She was down to her black satin panties already. She smiled as he came near and then gave him a big, long, tight hug.

“Thanks for making supper tonight.” he said.

She held on to him for an unusually long time. “Can I sleep between you and Anya tonight?” she asked quietly.

“Sure.” he said. Usually he slept in the middle, but he would gladly make an exception for the love of his life.

She stood back to look at him and kissed him. “Thanks.” she said.

“Are you still a little upset about what happened today?” he asked as he began undressing.

She looked at the floor momentarily and nodded. “I’m a little scared about my scan tomorrow.”

He stepped out of his fleece pants and held her again. “We’re not gonna let some supercomputer change escort bayrampaşa you around.” he said confidently.

She leaned into him and listened to his heart beating again.

Then the sound of the front door opening was heard. Mike had to think for a while but Tammy knew right away what it meant.

Anya came quickly up the stairs at that time too. She walked swiftly to the doorway and said to the embracing couple “Bonnie’s here!”

Mike turned to look at Anya. She looked very excited, almost like a kid on Christmas.

“You gonna come see what she brought?” Anya said delightedly.

Tammy wasn’t moving and neither was Mike. “No, we’ll take a look tomorrow morning.” he said.

“Ah, you’re no fun! Goodnight!” Anya called out as she trotted back down the stairs. Mike and Tammy heard her shout “Hi Bonnie!” just before Mike closed the door all but a few inches.

He looked at Tammy and took off his sleeveless undershirt. “Bedtime, Sugar.” he said as he went to sit down so he could take off his socks.

“Shouldn’t you call me Aspartame?” she said jokingly as she got her recharge cord ready.

“I guess I should.” he said with a chuckle.

She handed him the cord and reached behind her back to take off her recharge port cover. Then she turned around and waited for him to plug the cord in. That always gave her pleasure, even more so when he connected the other end to the wall.

He heard his fembot sigh as he plugged the other end into the power outlet. He walked close to her again and kissed her goodnight. She was so soft and warm, and felt so real even as his hand glided down her back and touched the electrical connection in the cutaway of artificial skin.

“Wanna fool around?” he said gently.

Tammy had too look away. She looked down and said “I’m not ready yet.”

Mike just held her like that and waited for her to explain a little more.

“I’m afraid to loose control again.” she confessed.

He hugged her tight again and said “Don’t be afraid.”

She was silent for a long time. “But I am.”

He sat down on the bed, pushing back the clean white satin sheets as he did. “Let’s just stay close to each other tonight then.” he said. “I’ll hold you. I won’t get you turned on if you don’t want me to.”

She looked back up at him and forced a smile. Without another word she turned off the light and crawled into the big bed with him. She managed to get her recharge cord mostly out of the way, but he certainly didn’t mind having it between them. They turned on their sides so she could be held by his arms like that through the night.

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Kalisha Connors tossed in her bed, throwing off the red satin sheets. Something was missing. It was morning. Saturday morning. She could sleep in. A glance at the clock told her it was nearly noon. She had been dancing at the 360 Club until three in the morning, and then she and Wendy and Cindy had picked up a couple of guys for a ménage a cinque. She had gotten home just in time to beat dawn.

She sat up and stretched her long body. She rolled over, opened a drawer, and pulled out a loose t-shirt. That’s not right. I should find something more befitting the chosen of the Goddess of Lust. Nothing is clean, though. I should go to the laundromat, or send Cindy.

That was what was missing. Each of the last five mornings Cindy had woken her up with an orgasm. It had been strange having Cindy around, because Kalisha didn’t regard herself as the domineering type, but there were advantages to having a pretty blonde submissive around. One of them was getting her pussy licked every morning. Beat the hell out of the alarm clock.

She’s probably still asleep. Kalisha reluctantly pulled on the t-shirt and went to get herself some breakfast.

The smell of fresh pancakes greeted her in the kitchen. Sure enough there was a pile of flapjacks on a plate on the white kitchen counter, along with a tall glass of orange juice. A note next to them read in flowing script: “Gone to do laundry.” Kalisha sat down with her breakfast. The pancakes were still warm. She smiled and stretched. Her life had definitely gotten great since meeting the goddess of Lust. She smothered the pile of pancakes with maple syrup. Her mouth watered.

The fire alarm rang.

Her building was an older one, not far from downtown. There were three floors, with a shoe store at the bottom and two apartments on each floor above. Pressed close to the buildings on either side, a fire anywhere on the block would quickly spread from building to building.

Kalisha pushed the pancakes away, warding off their beckoning aroma with difficulty. She ran in bare feet out the front door, joining her neighbors in a dash down the stairway. Everyone else, however, was dressed. Standing outside on the street corner, cool wind whipping down the narrow street, she was keenly aware that her t-shirt only covered her ass if she held it down with both hands. From the stares of the passers-by and the furtive glances of the neighbors, she wondered if even that was enough. No doubt they had an eyeful when she had run down the stairwell, her thoughts only on escaping a possible fire.

It wasn’t until the fire truck arrived that someone offered her a jacket to help cover her. In the end, it had been a false alarm; the “break glass in case of fire” glass was shattered, and the owner of the shoe store said he had seen a short man with dark hair and glasses running down the stairs just before just before the alarm went off.

Great. A prank. I wonder if he stuck around to enjoy the view?

Her pancakes were cold and the syrup congealed when she finally got back to the kitchen table. She ate a couple anyway, and then the phone rang.
After ten minutes on the phone with an old friend, the pancakes were colder and looking even less edible. She tossed the rest in the trash, and then threw away a few old magazines on top of the pancakes so Cindy wouldn’t see them. Then she pulled on some jeans, just in case there was another false alarm.

Cindy returned a few minutes later. She wore yellow short-shorts, a tight pink t-shirt, and was obviously braless. Kalisha stared at the bouncing breasts.

“Thanks for the pancakes,” Kalisha said. “They were yummy.” It wasn’t Cindy’s fault that the pancakes were cold when she’d finally gotten to them.

“You’re welcome,” said Cindy cheerfully, giving her chest a little wiggle for Kalisha’s benefit. She was pulling a large duffel bag, which she shoved against the wall, and then looked over at Kalisha. “I did laundry,” she said, “Since you weren’t up. I met a nice boy– he kept staring at my breasts, but he had some stuff that’s supposed to stop static-cling, and he shared.”

“You missed the fire drill,” said Kalisha. “I ended up going out with just a t-shirt on.”

Cindy grinned. “I wish I’d been there”

“As if you don’t get to see my ass enough,” Kalisha retorted. “Besides, maybe I would have made you give me your shorts.”

“Now I’m *really* sorry I missed it,” Cindy said.

“Anyway… a friend of mine from college called — Persephone — and she invited me to go clubbing with her tonight at a place called Crypt. It’s Goth, which isn’t my scene, but I haven’t seen Persephone for a while. You’re welcome to come, too, if you like.”

Cindy grinned. “I have black clothes. Sure.” She paused. ” Do you like my hair blonde?”

Kalisha blinked. “That’s out of the blue. It’s fine. But if you want to stop bleaching it, I can understand. Whatever you want.”

“It’s not that, exactly– it’s just that thinking of where we’re going, I mean, the big hair white trash look isn’t escort fındıkzade so in there, you know.”

Kalisha shook her head. “If you think of your hair as a white trash look, then you should definitely change it. In fact, I order you to change it. I take it the hairstyle was your soon to be ex-husband’s idea.”

Cindy nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then do something radical with it. I’ll make sure he gets to see the new you, sometime soon.”

Cindy laughed.

For two years, Steve Wilcox had kept Cindy as his personal sex slave, after blackmailing her into marrying him. Recently, Wilcox tried to blackmail Kalisha, too, but Kalisha turned the tables, convincing Wilcox that his pretty wife had decided to become Kalisha’s slave instead. Kalisha thought of it as an act. Cindy seemed to want it to be more.

“Let’s fold the laundry,” said Kalisha. “The last time I went clubbing with Persephone, I wore a baggy black t-shirt and black jeans. She made me promise her I’d dress sexier this time. I think she’s trying to fix me up. ‘Dress to kill’ she said.”

“I think we can manage that,” Cindy said, opening the laundry bag. She froze.

“Oh, no,” she said. “I must have gotten someone else’s laundry by mistake.” She held up a child sized tank top.

“Let me see,” said Kalisha, plucking a pair of tiny panties out of the bag.

Cindy blinked, taking out a pair of shrunken jeans. “My God. It *is* our stuff.”

“Goddess,” corrected Kalisha. “It’s all shrunk.”

Cindy’s eyes widened. “The static cling!”

“Huh?”

“The guy in the laundromat,” explained Cindy. “The stuff he gave me must have shrunk the clothes. Oh Kalisha, I’m so sorry.”

“What a nasty trick! It’s not your fault. Let’s go see if he’s still there.”

They raced across the street, eliciting a few honking horns.

“He’s not here,” said Cindy.

“We’ll ask if anyone else saw him, or borrowed his whatever it was,” suggested Kalisha. “We can at least warn people. What did he look like?”

“Short guy, dark hair, glasses,” said Cindy.

They made the rounds, but apparently no one else had talked to the guy. No one even remembered seeing him do any laundry.

“Figures,” said Kalisha.

Cindy sighed. “I feel so stupid. You had some really nice stuff.”

Kalisha smiled, “Don’t beat yourself up. It could have happened to anyone. For now, though, I need to go clothes shopping, or I’ll have nothing to wear for tonight. Thank goodness my business suits get dry cleaned, and I handwash my bras.”

Cindy smiled. “Maybe you can pick up some clothes for your other job, while you’re at it.”

During the day, Kalisha worked as an accountant for the firm of Ferris, Johnson, and Thoms. At night, she was an exotic dancer at the 360 Club. She had been living a double life ever since she had broken up with her old boyfriend, John, and had her drunken binge interrupted by a woman who claimed to be the goddess of love. The goddess, who Kalisha usually thought of as Aphrodite, although she had given her other names– Freyja, and Ishtar, for example — was more a goddess of lust than of love, Kalisha suspected. But when Kalisha indulged in her sexual fantasies, the goddess got something out of it. In return, she had given Kalisha the ability to sense the lustful desires of those around her and enough energy to party all night even after working all day.

Kalisha smiled. “Good idea.”

“I’ll go to the hairdresser’s while you go shopping, if that’s okay,” said Cindy. She paused. “Mistress?”

Kalisha still wasn’t used to being addressed that way. “What?”

“While you’re shopping, could you pick me up something for tonight, too? Whatever you pick, I’ll wear it.” Cindy pulled her wallet out, and handed over one of several credit cards. “All the clothes are on me.”

Kalisha felt Cindy’s desire grow as the thought of being Kalisha’s dress-up toy went through her mind. Cindy was hoping Kalisha would push her to the edge of indecency. Even the act of giving Kalisha carte-blanche with her credit card was erotic to Cindy. “Be careful what you wish for,” Kalisha warned. “I’ll meet you back at the apartment for dinner.”

***

Kalisha stepped into Night Pleasures, the erotic boutique, for the first time. Her old boyfriend, John, had made a point of crossing the street to avoid walking too close, as if even a look inside the windows would corrupt the Kalisha’s innocent soul. Confronted by the barrage of dildoes, whips, ben-wa balls, and restraints, Kalisha blinked, skipped a breath, and looked the other way, only to see an expanse of lace, latex, and leather in improbable shapes and configurations.

Giving up on looking left and right, she took a couple steps straight ahead toward the sales counter, where nipple jewelry was the special du jour, advertised with pictures of topless women with silicone enhanced breasts. Behind the counter was a refreshingly normal looking woman, nearing middle age, with short hair almost as dark as istanbul escort Kalisha’s midnight black locks.

“May I help you?” asked the woman.

“A friend told me to dress to kill, so I’m here.”

“You’re tall, nice figure,” said the woman. “And I love your eyes. What you need is something in black.”

“That should work, since I’m going to a goth club.”

The woman smiled. “We’ll definitely skip the pink, then. How do you feel about leather?”

“Vinyl would be better,” said Kalisha. She didn’t like the idea of wearing another animal’s skin. As the woman turned to rifle through the dresses for something that might fit, Kalisha took a breath and composed herself. Why am I being skittish? That’s the old me. This is a temple to lust, and I’m lust’s priestess. This is my domain.

“Actually,” she told the woman, who came back with something long and stretchy. It would be skin tight but show almost no skin, “I was looking for something more revealing. And something for my slavegirl, too– she’s a bit shorter than me. And what do you have in the way of collars?”

“Slavegirl, hmm?”

Over an hour later, with a pile of clothing on the counter, Kalisha pulled out her credit card. She had picked out way too much to charge Cindy with it all– fetish wear was expensive, and the stuff in the laundry wasn’t worth as much as the new clothes would cost.

“I’m sorry,” said the saleslady. “This card’s rejected.” She frowned at Kalisha.

She thinks it’s a stolen card, thought Kalisha. Not unreasonable, given how much stuff I’ve piled up. “I can prove I’m me,” said Kalisha, frantically fishing out her driver’s license.

The saleslady’s expression softened. “Are you sure you didn’t accidentally report the card stolen?”

Kalisha nodded, sighing. It just wasn’t her day. “I think I’d remember. There must be some kind of mistake.”

The saleslady shrugged. “Unless you have some other way of paying for this…”

Kalisha nodded. “Here’s my friend’s card,” she said, giving the lady Cindy’s.

“Quite a friend,” said the saleslady, as she rang up the total. “Your slave?”

Kalisha nodded. The word didn’t fit quite right, but it was fun to say, and she wasn’t sure she had a better one. Life as Aphrodite’s chosen was complicated.

***

Persephone was always late, so Kalisha resolved to be later. She wanted to make an entrance. She smiled to think of what Persephone would see when she saw her.
In four-inch heels, Kalisha was over six feet tall. A month ago, she could have barely walked in heels like that; now she could dance in them. Her heart-shaped face, exotic dark eyes, long straight midnight-black hair, and tan skin were her heritage from her Persian mother. She had been generous with the eyeliner, and painted her lips dark red. Cindy said she looked like Cleopatra.

She had settled on a corset of black vinyl with red stitching, that shaped the tops of her breasts into two perfect demi-globes that seemed to expand with each breath. The matching skirt hugged her ass and showed the tops of her stockings as well as an inch or two of the suspenders holding them up. Each vertical line added to the impression of a height: the stitching on the corset and down the sides of the skirt, the six black suspenders of her garter belt against tan skin, the seams of her silk stockings, and the spikes on her heels.

Cindy walked at her side, her hair cropped short and dyed dark purple, with lips painted to match, dressed in a black latex minidress that would have revealed the lines of any underwear she wore beneath if she wore any. Around her neck she wore a black latex collar with a dangling O-ring that could provide an attachment point for a leash. Cindy’s face had lit up when Kalisha showed her the clothes, especially the collar. They entered the Crypt linked arm and arm, and all eyes turned.

The Crypt’s raised dance floor was almost empty, but there were many small groups at the candle-lit tables. The music, to Kalisha’s surprise, was soft and dreamy, what Enya might sound like if she composed music in cemeteries.

Kalisha scanned for Persephone, and spotted her. She was a tall, willowy girl, though not quite as tall as Kalisha, She wore a dress of burgundy brocade. She was sitting with a girl named Elaine, who Kalisha had met once before, and a couple of guys. Kalisha had the full attention of the men, and Persephone turned to see what they were staring at.

Kalisha walked toward her, and Cindy followed. She could feel the heat of Persephone’s gaze. Funny, I didn’t know Persephone was bi. Then again, I hadn’t realized I was until I kissed the goddess.

Two steps away, Persephone’s jaw dropped. “Kalisha? Oh my god!”

Kalisha grinned. “Took you long enough to recognize me.”

Persephone leaped up and hugged her. “Hmm. You look scrumptious.”

Kalisha didn’t need a supernatural ability to sense lustful desires to figure out what Persephone was thinking – the hug had more wiggle escort bayan fatih in it than any hug they’d shared before. Sorry, Persephone. I have enough women in my life.

“You are so sexy,” gushed Persephone, as Kalisha extracted herself. “I can’t believe it! Yum!”

Kalisha laughed. “Down girl. Persephone, this is Cindy.”

Cindy offered Persephone a hand. “Just call me Sin.”

“Is it appropriate?” Persephone asked flirtatiously.

“Ask Kali,” replied Cindy. Kalisha and Persephone sat down. They were one chair short, so Cindy stood. A small man in black brought an extra candle to their table, putting it in front of Kalisha, so that her face was lit from below. The candle smelled strange, but not bad.

Persephone raised an eyebrow, studying Kalisha for a moment. “I didn’t know you swung that way,” said Persephone.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” said Kalisha.

“You’ll have to fill me in,” said Persephone. “So, this is Elaine, me and her go way back. Elaine, meet Kalisha and Sin. This is Alex, Elaine’s boyfriend. And this is Gareth, Alex’s brother.”

Alex smiled, and nodded. Gareth put out his hand, and Kalisha and Cindy shook it in turn. Cindy knelt next to Kalisha.

“The music is awfully quiet tonight,” Kalisha remarked. “We don’t have to shout or anything.”

“It’s a new thing, they play this stuff for fifteen minutes or so out of every hour, so people can talk, and then they blast it out for the rest.” Persephone looked back and forth between Kalisha and Cindy. “You two are an item?”

Cindy jumped in before Kalisha could reply. “Kali’s a free agent.”

Great, now Persephone’s going to be all over me. She knew Cindy meant well. But Persephone smiled, and Kalisha sensed that the original rush of desire had faded.

“So, you were saying, stuff happened and all? What’s going on?”

“I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

Persephone laughed. “I don’t believe you’re wearing a corset, so…”

“Well, after John and I broke up, I went out to get drunk, and I had a conversation with a woman in a bar. I decided I wanted my life to change.” Kalisha decided to leave out the fact that the woman was a goddess.

“Change how?”

“For the sexier. I stopped into a strip club one day on my way home from work, and–” she paused. The two guys were strangers, and she didn’t know Elaine that well, either.

Elaine stood and pulled on Alex’s hand. “Come on, let’s dance. You two have catching up to do.” Alex let himself be dragged to the dance floor. Kalisha watched them for a moment. It looked like the two were comfortable with each other. Kalisha smiled.

Kalisha looked at Cindy and patted the chair. She knew that Cindy would rather stay on the floor, but it felt really awkward.

“So, tell me more,” Persephone prompted as Cindy moved. Gareth sat there, listening with interest.

Kalisha shrugged, the movement accidentally nearly lifting her breasts completely out of the corset, and then decided to plunge on. “Anyway, I ended up on stage, so I’ve been … dancing, some nights. I met a new friend, Wendy, who dances there. And then some jerk at work tried to blackmail me about it.”

“You have changed! It’s hard to imagine you stripping.”

“Well, I have to change my clothes somehow,” quipped Kalisha.

“I mean exotic dancing,” said Persephone. “You’re doing that? Really?”

“I, ah, ah, ah-choo. Um, yes,” said Kalisha. Gareth handed her a handkerchief, and she smiled at him in thanks.

“I’ll have to come see. Call me a doubting Thomas.” Persephone winked. “Where’s this strip club of yours?”

Kalisha told her.

“So how’d this blackmailing thing turn out?”

“Pretty well, actually– that’s how I met Cindy. Er, Sin. I’d quit the accounting job, I think, but I feel kind of an obligation to keep an eye on the jerk in case he decides to try something with someone else.”

Persephone turned to Cindy. “I love your hair by the way– but something gives me the feeling that purple isn’t the color for accountants these days.”

“Nope,” said Cindy. “I’m not an accountant, at least not anymore. I’m the jerk’s wife.”

“Present tense?”

“Divorces take time,” replied Cindy.

“Oh,” said Persephone. The music started to blast.

“Care to dance?” asked Persephone, shouting. Kalisha blinked, and then realized Persephone was asking Cindy. Cindy looked over at Kalisha, eyebrows raised.

Kalisha nodded, her nose wrinkling. She felt like sneezing again, tried to hold it back, and failed. “Ah-choo!”

She watched them weave their way through the crowd to the dance floor, and then turned to look at Gareth. She was alone with him. He was tall — how tall was hard to tell since he was sitting down. About thirty, and probably Alex’s older brother. His hair was a sandy brown, and he had a moustache and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes hinted at a smile even when his mouth didn’t.

“Um, so,” said Kalisha, her words swallowed by the Gothic-Industrial beat. Gareth smiled, and shrugged at her. Kalisha sneezed again.

Gareth said something, but Kalisha couldn’t make it out. She shrugged. He watched the effect with frank interest. He was hoping her tits would pop out, Kalisha sensed. But he looked back to her eyes, and smiled. He took a felt-tip pen from his pocket.

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