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I sat on my haunches beside her favorite chair. The room was quite dark, except for the sliver of light streaming through the almost closed curtain. I have been waiting like this for over an hour. Sitting. Waiting. Anticipating her arrival. She promised me a gift if I did everything to her satisfaction. Like a child in a candy store, my mind filled with a thousand ideas of what was in store.

I have been her butler, maid, manservant, cuckold, all rolled into one. And for the most part, I loved it. Ever since her mother died a year ago, leaving me alone, I have lived here with her, my step-daughter. She’s almost 40, tall, slender, shoulder length auburn hair. Her breasts are small, but full, with pointed nipples, a neatly trimmed pussy, and long, very shapely, muscular legs. Francheska is a younger version of her mother. Perhaps, that’s why I am so addicted to her.

My mind keeps returning to her promise of a gift. In the past, when she has promised me something, she has proven true to her word. When announced in advance, like this morning, her presents have always been sexual in nature, like the leather collar I wear all the time, or the butt plug, firmly in place as I sit here. My favorite so far is the leather harness, which wraps around my testicles and cock shaft, keeping me in a constant state of readiness. Readiness to do anything my mistress wishes me to do.

I hear a sound at the door, and turn to look. She’s home! My mistress is home, ready to be served. The door opens. There she stands! But wait! There is someone with her! Another woman! My heart sinks! My hopes of showering my mistress with affection, and perhaps even my seed, explode into nothingness. In the past, when she has brought home women, they have played all night, leaving me to watch. My only pleasure being allowed to wallow in their after scent, as I clean up. Not that it’s so bad, really. I love the musky smell of a woman’s cunt, and I live for the taste. But, this is the life I have chosen, so I smile as they walk in together.

I rise and take their coats as my mistress explains that I am there for their pleasure, and will do anything they want. Our guest perks up at the emphasis of the word anything, and says, “You mean if I ask him to suck my toes….”

Without waiting for her to finish, I drop to my knees lift her left leg, pull off her shoe and put her stocking clad foot into my mouth, running my tongue across her toes.

My mistress introduces me to Sarah, a short, brunette, with nice proportions and very shapely, muscular legs. “The pleasure is mine!” I reply as I put her leg down.

My mistress adds, “Sarah is an intern with the firm for this semester and will be working closely with me.” A sly smile crosses her face as I recognize the double meaning.

“Yes, Mistress! May I get you both a glass of wine?” Returning with two glasses, I notice that Sarah has been barely able to keep her eyes off my leather clad manhood, thinking to myself, perhaps she isn’t strictly lesbian.

At that point, my mistress takes Sarah’s face in her hands and they kiss. I can see their tongues fencing, thrusting in and out of each others mouths. Sarah’s hand slides under Mistress’ skirt, While Mistress unbuttons Sarah’s blouse, exposing a magnificent set of round, firm, young breasts, topped of by large, dark rose colored nipples. My cock twitches as I watch the scene unfold before me. I return to my knees in front of both women, watching intently as Mistress kisses her way down bağcılar escort Sarah’s neck, across her collarbone, and up the swell of her right breast. A deep sigh emanates from the brunette’s lips as Mistress engulfs her nipple, sucking hard and pulling on the resilient flesh. I notice Sarah’s hand pumping in and out from under Mistress’ skirt, and mistress spreading her legs, affording her guest better access.

The two women slowly disrobe, their clothes strewn about for me to pick up, until all that is left are their panties. Sarah is wearing a pair of pink lace boy shorts, and Mistress a green satin thong. Mistress indicates that I am to assist in taking off the garments. I crawl over to our guest and grab the waistband of Sarah’s panties with my teeth. Gently pulling, I slide the lacy piece off her hips down her legs and over her ankles. Her pussy is completely shaved, her cuntlips meaty, and the scent of her sex fills my nostrils. I linger a moment too long staring at her luscious pussy, and my Mistress slaps me on the ass. I mumble an apology as I repeat the process, again, not using my hands. Her thong is soaked with her juices, filling my head with her scent. It is just as potent as our guest, but different enough to make it easy to tell who is who.

Mistress instructs me to wrap our guests panties around my cock while I stroke, adding that I must also suck on her thong. I gladly do as instructed, rubbing the pink lace up and down my shaft. Mistress reminds me that I am not allowed to cum without permission. But I must not stop!

Having done similar service in the past, I know how to comply, gently stroking, but not taking my eyes off the two women as they position themselves to pleasure each other. Mistress is on top, grinding her auburn trimmed pussy into her guest’s mouth as she chews gently on Sarah’s meaty camel toe. Licking and slurping, the women bring each other off noisily, several times as I watch in silent fascination, wishing that I could partake. The air in the room smells heavily of sex.

“Cum in her panties, now!” Mistress ordered, “Show our guest how you do it!”

Removing her thong from my mouth, I answer in the affirmative. Standing over my mistress’ shapely ass, I stroke harder, brushing the soft lace over my hard shaft, in full view of our guest. I grunt as my cock spews its contents into the undergarment. Unable to hold it all in the cloth, some of it drips down the crack of Mistress’ ass. Sarah extends her tongue and laps up the escaped sperm, moaning at how good it tastes. Mistress then orders me to suck my semen off the sperm soaked boy shorts, but not to swallow. Sarah reaches up and squeezes the last drops of cum from my piss slit and licks her hand as she watches me lick the cooling white cream from the front panel of her panties.

Mistress stands and tells me to kiss our guest. I leaned over and thrust my cum covered tongue into her eagerly awaiting mouth, feeling her suck my seed and swallow. “Thank you, Miss, for the opportunity to cum in your panties.”

Her answer is to reach up and grab my slowly shrinking cock, pulling it to her lips, and licking the dregs of my masturbation from the head and shaft. The sheer sensuality of her act immediately begins to revive my flagging member. The way her tongue swirls around my dark rose colored head makes me moan. Pulling me closer, she sucks my left testicle into her mouth, moaning as she cleans the congealing sperm bahçelievler escort from it, gently washing the crinkly skin with her tongue. Then she repeats the process on the other. The warmth of her tongue and lips, and the vulnerability of my manhood make me instantly stiff.

She turns to her hostess, “May I have him?” she asked.

“He will do whatever you want, no matter how depraved!” Mistress answers, smiling down at me. “Won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress! Of course.” I reply, “Anything you want!”

Smiling wickedly, Sarah requests that I lay on the floor. She squats over me and asks me to lick. I extend my tongue and feather it against her clit. She rolled her hips so my tongue drags from the top of her moist pussy all the way to the darkened ring of her rectum. As my tongue crosses over the tensed muscle of her sphincter, she moans. Grabbing hold of my now fully erect manhood, she continues to roll her hips, smearing her musky essence from my cheeks to my chin. I hear her invite Mistress to have a seat. The dry warmth of Sarah’s hand is replaced by the damp heat of my Mistress’ cunt as it slowly engulfs my rigid prick. Gulping air quickly, I continue to massage Sarah’s puffy pussy lips and ass, I hear her say, “I love to watch people fuck! Don’t you? It makes me so wet.”

Abruptly, she stands, offering her oozing pussy to her hostess, who eagerly accepts, pushing her face into her guests crotch, licking up the heady cream that coats Sarah’s bald pussy. She continues to rise and fall on my rampant cock, warning me not to cum until instructed, as she devours Sarah’s luscious cunt, bringing her guest to another delicious orgasm.

“I’m so hot!” Sarah gasps, “I need to fuck someone!”

Hoping it is me she is referring to, I answer, smiling, “I am here to serve you, Miss.”

Then she added, “In the ass!”

In spite of having never been violated in that manner before, I maintain my composure. “Whatever our guest wishes.” I reply.

Mistress rises , and as the warm envelope of her sex disappears, I feel the cool evening air against my dampened penis. I assume the position on the floor on my hands and knees, waiting for our guest. I can hear her strapping on a dildo, wondering how big it will be and how much it will hurt. Then I feel her hand on my ass as she removes my butt plug and smears some cold liquid against my hole. I feel her moistened fingers enter me, smearing more of the lubricant inside and stretching me ever so slightly.

Then I feel the cold hardness of the plastic phallus as it pushes against my ass. Pushing back against her, I feel the head of the thing as it insinuates itself inside me. It is a foreign feeling, slightly uncomfortable, but enjoyable at the same time. Once fully lodged inside, she begins slowly pistonning in and out, stretching me as she does so. Reaching around me, she grabs my cock and starts pumping it, her hand still coated with lubricant. I felt her breasts rub on my back, as she rocks back and forth, filling and emptying my ass.

The more and faster she pumps, the better it feels. I begin to push back as she enters, then leaves, re-entering and leaving again. Still pumping my cock, she asks me if I like what she is doing. “Yes, Miss! It feels good being fucked in the ass by you.”

“Enough for you to cum for me?”

“Yes Miss!” I reply as I rock into her thrusts.

I watch as my mistress crawls underneath me, engulfing şirinevler escort my caged cock in her sweet, warm mouth. Her warm, moist, lips and tongue on my glans send shivers down my spine

“Lick your Mistress’ cunt!” Sarah demands.

I lower my face to the neatly trimmed red haired arrow pointing toward my Mistress’ treasure, feathering her engorged clit. Pumping back at my anal assault, feeling the wet heat of my Mistress’ mouth, and sucking the sweet nectar from her freshening cunt bring me to the edge. My orgasm is so intense, that I think for a moment I might pass out. I grunt, my face deep in the folds of mistress’ pussy, as my cock shoots its contents into her face.

Her cheeks full of me, Mistress scurries over to Sarah, who has ripped the dildo off and lays on her back with her fingers splaying her hot pink cunt wide open. Mistress proceeds to drool warm cum all over her guests clit and inside her gaping pussy, some dripping down her crack to her ass.

Without being told, I crawl over to the hot brunette and wiped my tongue all over her luscious, cum covered cunt. After lapping up the soft, hairless outer lips I surround her clit, sucking on it. I push two fingers into her well lubricated hole, flexing them against her g-spot as my tongue feathers against her excited nub. She moans, grabbing my head and pulling me into the soft folds of her womanhood. Reaching up with my free hand, I gently knead her right breast, feeling her nipple harden in my palm, as my other hand continues to assault her sopping sex. I lift my head to admire my handiwork.

Driving in hard enough to make her breasts ripple, I work feverishly to make her cum again. The room is thick with the smell of sex, the squishing sounds of my fingers in her tight cunt fill the air, her mouth open in a constant moan, her eyes closed. She is soft, warm and very, very wet.

She reaches out for my cock, wrapping her hand around it, almost in a chokehold. I am getting closer. I can feel it in the almost painful grip she has on my manhood. She is panting! Her cunt is squeezing my still flexing fingers. I lean down and suck on her nipple, taking as much of her in my mouth as will fit, swirling my tongue around the hard nub.

“Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh Yes!” she babbles as she finally breaks through, spilling her essence on my hand. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Now! Please?” she pleads as she pulls my hand from her still flowing pussy.

“Yes Miss! With pleasure!” I answer as I pry her legs apart and press my cock to the entrance of her still throbbing pussy. Smiling as I watch myself slide effortlessly inside her well lubricated cunt, I slowly let myself down into her grasp. Her legs wrap around me, holding me deep inside. Her arms grab my shoulders, her nails digging in to the muscle tissue causing great pleasure-pain. She hunches her hips in an effort to get me deeper inside. I respond, pushing my hips toward her, establishing a rhythm as we rut like animals needing to mate.

After two more orgasms have wracked her luscious body, I finally let loose, my cock spilling the last drops of semen deep within her throbbing womanhood. I collapse on top of her. She lifts my head, kissing my hard, biting my lip, before directing me to nurse on her sore nipples.

After we regain our breath, I pull my shrunken prick from her warm wet, dripping, pussy, asking, “Do you wish for me to clean you up?”

“No. Your work is done!” she answers wiping her fingers through her slit and offering me a taste.

I turn to my Mistress for instructions. She is splayed out on a chair, two fingers buried in her own pussy, finishing off a self-induced orgasm. “Tonight was the first anniversary of your moving in and I thought you deserved a gift. You may do as you please for the rest of the night.”

“Then, I choose to spend it serving you both!”

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It was a hot afternoon in the garage as I puttered around at the workbench. There was something relaxing and satisfying about sorting out a huge pile of nuts, screws, washers, and nails into individual jars, ready for immediate use should the need arise.

I was about half way through the pile when my neighbor came out of her front door with a bucket filled with gardening tools.

My garage was at the end of a short curved driveway, facing her front yard. My neighbor, Jane, was a tall drink of water. Legs that seemed like they never ended were topped by a flimsy pair of bright yellow short shorts. Her breasts, obviously braless, bounced noticeably beneath her short crop top sleaveless white shirt.

She waved at me in the garage and I returned with one of my own.

“Just pulling a few weeds” she shouted.

“Good day for it” I answered, friendly.

“Better get to it” she said with a wink, turning to look for a place to start.

This was a game she seemed to play whenever her husband was off on one of his lengthy and frequent business trips. “I’d never take a job that had me on the road with a woman like that waiting for me at home” I thought, shaking my head as I tried to remember what it was I was sorting.

She started her routine as usual, picking the flower bed closest to my garage to start weeding. She kneeled on a pad she pulled from the bucket and began poking the soft dirt with the small pick-like tool.

Her left side was facing me as she leaned forward balancing on her left arm, hand on the dirt. I could detect her ample breast swaying inside her shirt as she gathered up the loose weeds to place into the bucket.

She glanced my way as she leaned forward again, no doubt to make sure I was watching. Pulling up the next batch of weeds I noticed a drop of sweat forming on the tip of her nose. After dropping the weeds into the bucket she sat back on her heels, raising her arm to wipe the drop off her nose, then running the back of her hand across her forehead. Her shirt pulled up as she did so and her lower breast peeked out from under her top.

Leaning forward again she shifted the pad to the side of the flower bed nearest my garage. She spread her knees apart on the pad, giving me the full show now, from the rear. The flimsy shorts were now drawn up into her pussy, revealing the shape of her lips outlined clearly in the thin fabric.

By now I had simply given up on sorting, sitting down on my stool to enjoy the show. And she continued her performance.

Shifting now slightly to the side she gave me a view directly up her hanging crop top. Her full breasts hanging and swaying as she slowly drew a shovel backwards and forwards through the dark rich soil. Her pelvis began turning up and down, pulling her shorts tighter and tighter into her crotch.

She dropped the last of the weeds into the bucket and stood up, again mopping her brow with more underboob showing. She smiled again at me, immediately bending over at the waist, giving me one last peek at her pussy lips beneath her shorts, as well as her breasts as the shirt fell upwards, revealing both in all their glory.

“Oops” she squealed and stood up quickly, watching for my reaction as she pulled her top back down. “Guess I gave you quite the show there. Sorry” she laughed as she turned to go back inside.

“I think I better get inside and cool off with a long drink of something” she said seductively.

She pulled the door shut, leaving me with nothing but my nuts and bolts and a raging hard-on.

Contemplating whether to return to sorting or go inside to relieve myself, I soon had a better alternative. I watched as my neighbor, having removed her top, was opening up a window which I knew, having visited their house for a party once, was in her bedroom. She was looking straight into my eyes as she gave me a come hither look and slipped back into the darkness of the room.

I opened her side gate and walked up to the window. She was standing at the end of the bed, facing me. Her body fındıkzade escort was now completely nude as she sat on the bed and scooted back. Lying back, she turned to her nightstand and pulled a large black dildo out of the drawer and seductively licked it, teasing me yet again.

She kept her eyes on mine as she slid it down, teasing her nipples by first dragging it across them, then slapping them with the rubbery monster.

She looked at me and said “Are you going to just stand out there, you demented peeping Tom? Or are you going to try the back door? It might be unlocked. Would you check it for me?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I practically ran through the back door, through the house into the bedroom.

She was waiting for me, standing next to a hard backed wooden chair she had positioned facing the foot of the bed.

“Sit” was all she said.

She didn’t have to ask twice yet again. In this situation she was in control and I was putty in her hands.

“The only way this is going to work is if you promise not to touch me or cum, no matter how much you may want or need to” she cooed into my ear.

I gulped as I saw the handcuffs dangling from her finger. “And, to make sure you don’t try anything, these will hold you back in case you can’t control yourself” she whispered as she snapped one cuff onto my wrist.

Click.

Drawing my cuffed wrist behind the chair she said “Now be a good boy and give me that other wrist.”

Mesmerized by her seductive voice it was as if I had no choice as I surrendered my wrist.

Click.

She had threaded the links of the chain on the cuffs between the spokes of the seat back. Securing me to the chair.

“That’s my naughty boy. Now relax and let me entertain you.”

She stood up and walked back to the bed, swinging her hips seductively. Lying back, she watched me as she spread her legs, showing me her most private parts. She began rubbing her pussy with one hand as the other kneaded her breasts, pulling on her nipples.

“Mmmmmm. Enjoying the show, you nasty man. Does it make you hard watching me?” she purred, watching the tent growing in my pants.

“Yes” I pleaded. “Let me out of these cuffs and I’ll fuck your brains out.”

She only laughed and teased “Not so fast, Fuck Boy. Did you forget the rules so soon?”

She turned over now and got up on her knees her sex facing me. Lying with her head on a pillow, she reached down between her legs and slid the monster dildo between her glistening lips.

“The show is just getting started” she whispered, as she teased her clit with the tip of the dildo.

I watched amazed as her clit began to swell, emerging a full half inch out if its shroud. She pushed it slowly side to side with the dildo, moaning with each stroke.

Sliding the dildo through her dropping lips to her opening, she lined it up with the tip just penetrating her. Then, suddenly, she jammed the entire length past her stretching lips. A deep scream came from somewhere in her chest as she pulled and plunged it deeper and deeper, stopping only to twist and turn it, angling it. Scouring her pussy walls.

She screamed “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your huge cock” as she came with a rapidfire series of muscle spasms and quaking thighs.

After a minute or so she calmed enough to speak. “You’ve been awfully quiet back there, you nasty pervert.”

My mouth was truly dry and I found it difficult to speak, but I tried anyway. “What about me” I croaked.

“Oh, you? I haven’t forgotten about you, my horny neighbor.”

She stood on somewhat wobbly legs and made her way over to me. She sat facing me, across my thighs, straddling the chair. Her sopping pussy dripping her juices down onto the pants covering my cock.

“I’ve seen you watching from your garage as I do my gardening. You have been quite the bad boy. Whatever will I do about you?”

“Finally” I thought, as she unzipped my pants and freed aksaray escort my cock from its confinement.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “No wonder you can’t control yourself, with a huge, thick cock like yours. It’s not surprising you are such a perv, with that in your pants all day.”

I stared down at her magnificent breasts, nipples hard as diamonds, swaying as she shifted her weight to scoot forward, her pussy lips surrounding my cock in her delicious juices.

“You like them don’t you?” she asked as she cupped the undersides of her breasts, lifting her nipples to my lips.

“Not so fast, Mr Horny” she teased as she leaned back, pulling just out of my reach as I strained forward, the cuffs chafing into my sore wrists. “Have you forgotten the no touching rule again? Tsk, tsk.”

“There are no rules about me touching you however, my little pet”. She took my cock in both hands at the base and began stroking, her palms wet from her juices, gliding up and down my solid, straining shaft. She allowed her fingers to slide to the very tip, circling my sensitive head, teasing that special spot where crown comes together in that exquisite seam.

I begged now “Please please please. I need it now. I can’t take it anymore”. Pulling against the cuffs, muscles straining, the chair creaking as I rocked back and forth trying to tip the chair over. Anything to stop this torture of sexual denial.

Satisfied she had brought me exactly to the brink of desperation she needed, she planted her lips on mine. Our tongues darted and played as she lifted herself over my cock and then lowered, pussy lips stretched and straining as my cock slid into her depths.

Our lips parted and she warned me again “No cumming. Not unless I give you permission.”

She put her hands on my shoulders, giving her the leverage required to raise and lower herself onto my cock. Grinding into me at the bottom of every stroke in order to please her clit, she would do the opposite at the top, catching my sensitive head in her amazingly tight opening and giving it as hard a squeeze as she could manage.

“Oh God” I moaned as her pussy squeezed me so deliciously. Happy with the pleasure she meted out, she began bouncing up and down faster now, as I strained to meet her every plunge with a firm, fast upward thrust of my own.

Faster and faster now, she leaned back, giving me an unrestricted view of those wonderous globes as they jumped and jiggled in time with her bouncing.

Suddenly she froze with my cock deep inside her, my tip pressing against her cervix. Her hands flew up to her breasts, clutching them, grabbing her nipples, pulling them outwards, astonishingly far. Her stomach and pussy wall muscles spasmed as she emitted otherworldly grunts and groans.

Unable to heed her warning, I came also. My cock throbbing as thick streams of cum shot into her, over and over. Her pussy pulsating as it drained every drop of it.

Exhausted, she fell forward against my now limp body, wrapping her arms around my neck, turning her head to rest it on my shoulder, her lips brushing softly against my ear.

Our heavy breathing slowed as we rested. I could feel my spent cock shrinking and slipping inexorably out of her still pulsing wet pussy.

“Naughty boy” she whispered breathlessly.

She stood, lifting her pussy off my cock. A slight pop occurred as air rushed into her. I looked down in shock as she pulled my right leg around the outside of the chair and began to tie my ankle with a short length of rope. She moved to the other leg, looking up into my eyes with an evil, sexy grin.

“You broke the rules, my pet. I don’t recall giving you permission to cum. Now is the time for your punishment.”

Feeling my bladder was too filled to bear, I broke character. “Kelly, Kelly!!” I pleaded with my wife. “I really need to pee. Can we pause this for a minute so I can use the bathroom?”

Kelly looked up at me and laughed. “How many times have I told you to take care eyüp escort of that before we start to play, Dave?”

She began to untie my legs. “When you go in there be careful and wipe everything down. Debbie will have a hissy fit if you left any trace you had been in there.”

Debbie and her husband, Bob, had hired us for the past few years to look after their house while they took a few months to dodge the summer heat at their second home in the cooler mountains of Maine.

They didn’t actually pay us in cash. Rather Bob, a CPA, took care of our tax preparation instead, a job i neither understood nor enjoyed. It was working out very well for us. Bob was very good at his job and we were getting amazing refunds every year. The ability to play our little games in his elegant house all summer was just the icing on the cake.

After flushing, washing my hands, and wiping every thing down carefully, I straighted the towels to perfection. Kelly was sitting patiently on the chair, ropes and handcuffs at the ready.

“I hope you did a good job in there. Debbie would lock us both in that creepy dungeon room they have in the basement, hang us from the ceiling, and whip us both visciously if you missed a spot.”

I laughed “You mean the bomb shelter with the steel door? Such a vivid imagination you have. If they locked us in there the worst that would happen is we’d have to survive on five years worth of gourmet meals they keep in the freezer.”

I sat down so Kelly could resume with the bondage and teasing. “Hey, what are you doing, Jane?” I asked, falling back into my role.

“Never you mind, pervert. You broke the rules and now you must pay…painfully.”

Meanwhile, in the mountains of Maine, Bob and Deb settled into the soft leather of their family room couch, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table in front of them.

On the wall in front of couch were two large high definition display screens. The one on the right was populated with two dozen small windows, each one providing coverage of a different view of the inside and outside of their primary home.

Bob twiddled with an iPad control panel as Deb poured the wine. Bob adjusted the controls to put a full screen bedroom shot on the left monitor. He panned and zoomed until a view of his naked neighbor Dave being tied naked to a chair by his lovely and equally nude wife Kelly was perfectly framed. He adjusted the sound level up until he could comfortably listen to the dialog.

Satisfied for now, Bob put the control on the coffee table and Deb handed him his wine. They clinked glasses as Deb toasted “To our neighbors.”

“How do you suppose Kelly knows about our dungeon?” she asked Bob, her eyebrow raised curiously.

“She doesn’t, Deb. She just has a dirty mind. Thought you would have figured that out by now” he said with a wink.

“When we get home she will be finding out soon enough. We’ll have them over for dinner and show them a few highlights of the action we’ve recorded. Once they are appropriately shocked I’ll close the trap.”

“What do you mean?” Deb asked.

“I’ll break out the copies of their tax returns. Pointing out that as a skilled CPA I was able to stuff their returns with all sorts of highly illegal deductions and other gimmicks. Just clever enough not to trigger an automatic audit, but illegal enough to put them both in federal prison for twenty years. In addition, they’ll be broke, losing their house, cars, boat, everything. And, I never signed the returns as a preparer. They have no proof I’m involved. If the IRS did come knocking I’d just say i tried to warn them.”

“Furthermore, if they get out of prison early for good behavior, every penny earned over subsistance will be confiscated by the IRS for the rest of their days.”

“That would be no way to live” Deb exclaimed as she looked around at their spacious and luxurious cabin.

“Trust me, Deb. With all that blackmail and these videos at our disposal, those two will have no choice but to be our slaves, forever in our dungeon, to do with as we please.”

Deb kissed Bob on the cheek. “Who ever said accountancy was dull?”

“We should have made popcorn, Deb. The show is about to start.”

Bob cuddled Deb, both gazing up at the big screen, sipping their fine wine and sighing with contented anticipation for what’s to come now, and in the months ahead.

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Stepping into the elevator, i’m already sure the people around me know. It must be a pheromone i give off, some nervous hyper sexual energy, though “submissive” isn’t exactly written all over me as i continue some idle, mindless talk with a few people from my last class- my composure is in place for now. There’s this sense of hesitance that grips me but only momentarily, as i wait to cross the street to the library. i could just take the train home now, and pretend that none of this ever happened. How does He know i’ll follow through, anyway? It occurs to me, that, yes, He knows i will be there shortly, He knows i will follow His explicit orders. He can be confident in this because He didn’t ask, He told me. He knows because He’ll be watching my every move Himself.

The second floor is brimming with people-more than i expected for early Friday evening; immediately taking a seat is not an option. Shuffling of papers, half-murmured muttering into cell phones and the low, excitable chatter of students in little groups is amplified by my state- flushed with anticipation. i smooth down my white silk button down and run my fingers through my hair as if this sense of being watched was just paranoia.

The instructions were clear, the day rife with progressive tease- upon waking i’d take my vibrator on a morning run, tucked into the pouch of my hoodie, shave carefully in the shower without any indulgent lingering touch and go about the rest of the morning as usual.

Standing there, i’m aware of the fleeting eye contact with every man i see. A few lingering glances to my frame let me know it’s not a man with thick white socks stuffed into his loafers- too obvious- and breathe a sigh of relief. i wonder if He’s close-by or watching from afar, or perhaps He. . .

“Are you . . .?”

Shaking out of my daze i look up to see a well dressed man (a professor? A peer? my Dom?) smiling amicably fatih escort down at me, collecting his papers and pushing in His chair.

“Excuse me?”

“you look like you could use a seat.”

Thanking him, embarrassed at my flighty appearance, i take my place at the desk top he had been occupying. i busy myself trying to look casual, at a loss as to how i can subtlely follow instructions. The first ones were so much easier to execute, though harder to stand- i thought back to my second set of orders that morning, halfway through my second class.

Leaning against the wall, i had pulled out my vibrator from his hiding place in my purse. Grateful that no one else seemed to be around, i slid the controls to “low” and gasped as it made contact with my sensitive, slick clit, its loud whirring echoing in the stall. As instructed, i teased myself until breathless, famished for my Dom’s cock, and absolutely soaked. i turned it off reluctantly and whimpered slightly as i slid the vibrator into my hot, needy cunt. Pulling my panties back, low on my hips, i had whined at the thought of His next command- sit attentively through my next few classes, ignoring my stuffed, craving pussy and take notes as per usual.

Slowly, now, hyper aware of the activity around me, i move my hand up my thigh. Holding my breath, i am not sure whether it’d be more agonizing to constantly look for a pair of distant eyes watching my every move or to ignore the thought all together. The constant typing and scribbling around me is comforting, knowing that no one in the immediate vicinity is aware of the salaciousness only inches away. Moving slowly, my fingers meet a hard protrusion between my thighs, covered with a thin layer of cotton- the only thing separating this lewdness from the open air.

Moving the fabric aside, every nerve is exposed and i can feel the lazy çapa escort atmosphere overwhelm me as i feel this performance begin. i’ve been dreading it all morning- never one for exhibitionism- but conversely felt the thrill of my brash sexuality contrasting with the dullness around me, the rush of my Dom’s will painted over my own. Clicking aimlessly on the homepage of the school’s website as my left fingers grasp the base of the vibrator, this heady, near violent urge to come rips through me. The constant teasing has been inciting a crescendo of want, at first madly distracting and now demanding satisfaction. Shame doesn’t have a face here any longer as i’m overpowered by lust. Anyway, when given permission to orgasm after prolonged absence of release, there isn’t room for doubt.

i try to hide the low whine that’s building in my throat as i pull the thick tool from my contracting pussy- it always surprises me how unaccustomed i am to my own vibrator. i feel this simmering need evolving and its strength is intimidating, even to the one that bares it. Greed for pleasure but more potently, the greed to please my Dom overwhelming my panicking impulses to be more conservative with what is now a slow, rhythmic pump of this pseudo-cock dragging in and out of me.

The tease of secrecy all at once exacerbates my frustration and heightens my excitement. i want nothing more than to graduate to quick, long thrusts, to turn it on high and fuck myself to total and absolute ecstasy. This gag of restraint i must endure in composure is agonizing, the moans and sighs are swallowed, but not without difficulty. i feel egregious in my exhibitionism, and the eyes burning into me are not imagined. i want Him furiously now- His strength overcoming mine and His cock churning my need to utter bliss. i think of Him watching me inches or feet away, pleased that it takes güngören escort but a few words to elicit such a response, knowing His word creates a willingness to submit, a willingness to overcome reluctance and inspire an eagerness to please, to show what a good sub i can be, to realize my boundaries are by no means rigid, and no longer at my discretion.

The pressure within me has built to a fevered high, the slow, small methodic rocking of my silent, demanding vibrator has me on edge. These careful, staggered movements provoke a different breed of release- the sensation one of a fire being slowly spread throughout my limbs, but with cool, icy undertones enveloping me, prickling the soles of my feet. i have to let go of the mouse and bring my hand up to my mouth. In a way i’m past caring if it looks casual, past caring if these fleeting glances my way share the secret or look on in indifference, and just that, that knowledge and empowerment of my wanting, my sexuality takes me to a higher plane of being.

It couldn’t have been long, but the sensation was an incapacitating one. i think of my posture and its twin in mental bondage- my legs curled around those of the chair, tied in obedience, the gag of silence between my lips (slightly parted at the intense spike of pleasure emanating from my core). i can’t help but collapse slightly as i feel the residual contractions of orgasm release me, the soft, soaked fabric replaced over the tool embedded into my cunt. A quiet, all encompassing orgasm that held onto me, and wouldn’t let me go- the gaze, the knowing, that familiar Stranger enjoying the display and His own power, and yet i still wish for, undeniably crave His cock.

“Are you done?” snapping to attention, i notice the well dressed man with his briefcase, gesturing to the log in page that has popped up- my session expired.

“Oh, yes, sorry. . . ” flushed at how dissolute i must appear, wondering just how much he had seen, i get up, smoothing down my skirt and collect my books, swiftly walking to the elevator.

Closing in from behind me as i turn in the confined space, He’s close now, pushing me against the far wall, growling low into my ear.

“The answer I was looking for was, ‘yes Sir.'”

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Stretching as she slowly gained consciousness and feeling an unaccustomed ache and freedom, Melanie slowly opened her eyes. Running her hands down her body she discovered what the sense of freedom was… her chastity belt was missing. And the ache? She remembered a wild night of sex… being used by her Master for His pleasure… but receiving so much pleasure herself. Thinking back over the evening she blushed, remembering the volume of her screams of passion as she hit her third orgasm. As her mind returned to the present she struggled with the temptation to touch herself, to stroke her pussy lips, to dip her fingers in and to play with her clit… all things that were normally denied her by the chastity belt. While she struggled her fingers were busy with her nipples, tweaking them, pulling them, pinching and twisting them. After long minutes, Melanie decided to go to the bathroom, shower, and then if she was still free of the belt she would play.

But… as she got out of bed she stumbled over her chastity belt. With it was a box, and a letter attached. “My dear little subbie, you pleased Me last night so I have decided to give you a gift. you have a choice of gift. you may choose freedom from your belt for the remainder of the day, and the trust I place in you along with that. Or you may choose to have the gift in the box, but first you must put on your belt.”

Melanie struggled with which to choose… the idea of a whole day without her belt was pretty wonderful… but… the box looked so tempting. And she did love pressies. Still, the pressure from her bladder reminded her of a more urgent need and she headed for the bathroom mecidiyeköy escort before deciding which gift to choose. Trying to delay the decision Melanie stepped under the shower, letting the spray just wash over her while she considered her options. Really there was only one option. Her curiosity dictated that she had to know what was in the box… after all, her Master had got her some wonderful gifts in the past. So… hastily towelling herself dry she returned to the bedroom and picked up the box placing it on the bed.

But first… on with the chastity belt. Sighing Melanie watched herself in the mirror as she raised the belt into place, seeing her pussy lips disappear… and heard the clunk of the lock. Now for the box…

The lid was sealed with tape. She carefully peeled the tape back, realising that the tape was there so she could not have cheated and looked before deciding. Not that she would… of course. Slowly lifting the lid Melanie looked inside the box, anxious to see her gift.

Another box!! And another note… “Ahhhh…. so you chose the gift in the box. Is your belt in place subbie? Okay… then you shall have your gift. Inside this box is a game for you to play. Enjoy it… I look forward to hearing the results.”

This time Melanie tore off the lid in her eagerness to see what game her Master had prepared for her. Inside the inner box were 4 dice, a pen and a sheet of paper. The paper had a chart on it, and simply said to roll the dice in turn on the box lid, leaving them where they landed, and to complete the chart showing which number was beşiktaş escort face up for each of the dice.

Puzzled, but knowing not to question whether to do it, Melanie rose from the bed and placed the box lid on the dressing table. The first roll produced a 6, and she entered that in the first column of the chart. The second, third and fourth all produced a 3, and those results were also noted. Still puzzled, and very much locked back in her chastity belt wondering if that was the right decision, Melanie went about her day… waiting…

Just after lunch her phone alerted her to a text message from her Master. This simply read “you have mail”. Melanie rushed to the computer and called up her mail. Sure enough, there was an email from her Master, subject “The Game”.

“Well My dear subbie, you should have either been enjoying a day without the belt, or have opened your gift-box and found the game. If you chose the day of freedom then delete this mail now. If not, then read on….

“The game is to decide your orgasms for a period of time. The first throw of the dice is to determine whether this is for a week, a month or a year. If you got a 1, this applies to the week. If you got a 2 or 3 then this applies to the month. But a 4, 5 or 6 means you are playing for the year.”

Melanie ran to the bedroom for the chart… a 6. So this game applied for the year. She read on…

“The second and third throws of the dice you will multiply together. If this gives you an odd number then subtract one. This gives you the number of orgasms you may have in the period decided etiler escort by the first.”

Oh goodness… 3 multiplied by 3… just 9. But even worse, that was an odd number so subtract 1 making just 8 orgasms for the year. Too late to back out.

“Now My subbie… you have another choice. If you wish to know the meaning of the fourth throw, then reply to this email now, saying simply ‘Yes Master’ and I will send you those instructions. If not, then I will speak to you tonight on my return.”

Melanie paced the room several times… trying hard to decide what to do. Surely it couldn’t get worse? Perhaps He was going to say it was just a game… that He wasn’t going to enforce the results. After 10 minutes of pacing she returned to the email, and replied as instructed. A few moments later another email arrived, subject “The Game – 4th Dice”. Melanie opened it eagerly, hoping for good news.

“So subbie, you chose to play the whole game. Okay, the fourth throw is a simple multiplier. If you were fortunate enough to through an even number then you may now multiply the number of orgasms by that number on the 4th dice, either 2, 4 or 6. However, if you got an odd number, simply halve the number of orgasms. I look forward to hearing the results tonight.”

FOUR!!!!

Melanie could not believe what had happened. Only 4 orgasms for the year!! This had to be a joke.

Somehow she muddled through the rest of the afternoon until her Master arrived home. After He was settled in His chair with His coffee He summoned her to kneel at His feet and asked her about her game. Melanie stammered out the numbers she threw in order and the resultant figure of 4 orgasms for the year. As He raised His eyebrows she asked if the game was for real. “Oh yes subbie, most definitely for real.” A few moments of silence passed, then He simply said, “The bad news for you My darling subbie, is that the year started at midnight, and you came 3 times since then last night”… and smiled…

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With the start of pre-season training camps, I was spending a lot of time working the phones to find trades to package off a few fairly promising non-roster players that had looked good in practice but couldn’t win a roster spot with us for this season. I’d found a deal that I thought I could live with but I was still frankly hoping for something a bit better when I decided to give Frank in San Antonio a last minute call one Monday morning to see if he was interested in putting in a counter-offer. Instead to my surprise I found that I was speaking with Margot again.

“Hello Margot, nice to hear from you again. When are we going to do that pizza? Is Frank out of the office today? What about his assistant Toby?”

“Neither Frank nor Toby are with the Coyotes anymore. I discharged them both after a meeting on Saturday night.” Her voice sounded a little cold but with more than a hint of satisfaction. I got that little warning tingle down the back of my neck that something was terribly wrong with the universe.

Frank was fired? Since when did a VP of Operations have control over the football side of things? Obviously since the owner’s grand-daughter was now running things… namely everything at the Coyotes now. She was apparently the acting owner in all but name. The Czarina of all that she surveyed. I wasn’t at all sure that she was ready (or suited) for that sort of power.

“Discharged? I’ve always disliked that term… too Dickensian. It makes me think of poor huddled workers in rags being forced to stick their fingers repeatedly into electrical sockets. Zap! Kind of like a giant electric bug-killer, except for getting rid of unwanted employees. Messy… not the way my boss does things around here, although he does get a bit free with his use of cattle prods occasionally, but that’s why we all have lawyers and secrecy clauses in employment and termination contracts.”

“Well… what did you want to call Frank about?” Her voice sounded bored already, or maybe she was worn out already from wearing every management hat in the company.

“A trade offer my dear. I have a couple of fine young fellows that won’t quite make my team but I promised to help them both find happy homes. White picket fences optional.”

“Not interested.” She was abrupt and her tone suggested she meant it.

I tried my best wheeler-dealer spiel but she wasn’t buying.

“Not a chance. You’ve already screwed me over in a deal once – not again.”

“Once? In over four years? That’s a great average. I’d take that in a heartbeat! Ned Phillips in Kansas City has gotten the better of me lately three deals in a row and I don’t know how he does it? My reject ends up going to the Pro Bowl with him and his player promptly busts up a knee for me on his second day of practice. But do I hold that against him? Of course not! The next time we deal, I’ll have my revenge and the tables will be turned. If you’re holding a grudge that a single simple deal went south on you years ago then you’ll never be able to work deals with anyone ever again. That’s being a bad GM and that’s not at all in the interests of your team.”

“Not a chance in seven hells.” She firmly reiterated, already quite bored with our conversation.

“Fine, I’ll take my deal elsewhere. I just thought that you needed more bench depth in your defensive secondary, and I’m looking for a raw but speedy wide receiver that needs more development time than you’re probably willing to give him. Honest, it looks like a good honest deal to me, but then again I’m biased. I operate in a world of facts and figures, and the applied use of logic. There is no place for raw emotion behind the desk of a GM. Quit your little emotional snit-fit and play hardball… or at least come out to play. I’m going to work the phone for the next two weeks to make my team just a little bit better, because I think, with a little luck, we’re going to make the playoffs this year. Your team almost made the playoffs last year, but you’ve lost a few of your better folks to free agency and your rookie draft frankly confuses and frightens me, and not in a good way. You’ve got issues with both your starting position players and your bench and I’m not sure I’d take even money on you to even have a winning season this year. So, if I were you, I’d go swing your ass out there in the wind and start making some deals or your season is going to be virtually over before it starts.”

A nice sermon, but the audience wasn’t going “Amen”.

“You go do your job and let me do mine… and your team has no prayer of making the playoffs.”

“Ooooo, a challenge! Are you ready to throw down? What do you want to bet?”

“I don’t steal money from the terminally stupid.” Click. With that she hung up on me.

What a total bitch!

One of the secret rules for being a good GM is to never get too far down emotionally or too exhilarated. Keep it all on an even keel. Never get mad… just work harder to get even the next time around. I worked taksim escort the phones like a madman and eventually a few days later found a deal that I was more than happy with. I ended up trading three fringe players to Cleveland, getting back in return two players that I felt had long term potential, including my raw but talented speedster wide receiver and a very unrefined defensive back that had every skill to be a starter, if he could be coached up. Both made my season starting roster and gradually worked their way fast into our substitute rotation. The young defensive was starting every game of us before mid season and ended up winning the Defensive Rookie of the Year trophy. One man’s trash in this business is very often another team’s treasure.

******

Right from the beginning of the season our team was kicking ass and taking names. We were an undefeated 5-0 and a heavy favorite to win this Sunday on our home field against San Antonio. The Coyotes are also in our division and we play them twice a year, every year, both at home and away.

In past years, the Coyotes had ravaged our dead carcass; repeatedly. We split the series with them last year, but both were hard games and there was a decent amount of luck involved with our sole victory. This year I felt more confident that we could take them, at least on our home turf. Mentally I’d penciled us in to win at home but to just barely lose in our later match-up in San Antonio. Home field advantage sometimes makes the difference between two good teams.

Margot suddenly now had different ideas about wagering with me and called me up to make me a bet that I couldn’t refuse. The Coyotes weren’t having a very good season so far, having won just two games so far, but she thought it would be a sure thing that her team would beat us again as usual in Houston this coming weekend.

“Jeff? This is Marguerit in San Antonio. I’ve got an offer for you that I’m certain your adolescent mind can’t resist. I’m so confident that we’re going to whoop your butts this weekend that I’m willing to wager mine against yours. If I win… and I will, you get to become my office boy for a day running all of my pointless little errands while I berate your stupidity, often and loudly, to my entire staff. On the other hand, if you win, I’ll let you take me out for that pizza.”

How could I refuse? Even if she was using her full name, as I apparently was unworthy of the simpler Margot now. This should have been an omen that something wasn’t at all right and that the terror of the Coyote front office (and coaching staff) was up to some sort of trick, or now ready to exact her long sought after revenge, or both.

******

To put it mildly, something did go terribly wrong that next Sunday, or rather it seemed from the start of kickoff, absolutely nothing at all ever went right for us. It was the longest and worst sixty minutes of football I had ever watched in my life! By half-time, I was joining the owner in drinking heavily. Everything went wrong, from start to wretched finish as they utterly shellacked us 37-3. Only several miscues on their part prevented the score from being even higher.

Watching from high up in the owner’s box I could tell that we were really the better team, but somehow we were always in the wrong position or calling the wrong plays at the wrong time. The coaches down on the field were equally confused and frustrated. It was a debacle from start to finish.

It wasn’t until about three o’clock in the morning the next day while I was lying wide awake in bed that I finally figured out what had been bothering me. The Coyotes seemed to know about every play we were calling in advance, and they were ready for it. If we called a running play, they loaded up the line and had their linebackers ready. If we called a passing play their defensive backs had exactly the right defensive coverage planned. When we were on defense, they seemed to know exactly what defensive coverage plan we were in and expertly exploited every gap for big plays.

This wasn’t just a better team outplaying or outcoaching a rival, this was something more… apparently a very clearly marked line of competition zeal had been crossed and I intended to get to the very bottom of it.

First thing Monday morning, I called a major meeting of the top officers of the team, starting with the owner, the senior coaching staff, our VP of Operations Bill Nylan, the head of security Ryan Masters, our Operations IT Manager Jeff Scanly, and our chief corporate lawyer Desmond Hopper. I skipped the trivialities and jumped to the meat of the matter.

“Gentlemen… we’ve been scammed, and by professionals. We were set up to deliberately fail and I want to know exactly who did it and how it was done! Somewhere there is a traitor in our midst.”

“Ryan. You’ve got 48 hours to completely take apart our stadium if necessary and review every single inch topkapı escort of stadium security, jumbotron and network film footage until you have an answer for me as to how the Coyotes were able to intercept our coaching signals and rebroadcast them to their QB and defensive team captain. If you can’t do this job I will expect your resignation on Bill’s desk on Wednesday morning and we will find someone who can get us these answers.”

“Jeff. Likewise. My guess is that somehow one of our playbooks has either gone missing or has been scanned and emailed. The coaching staff will check and verify the whereabouts of every single playbook and you will scan every single email and fax that has left our offices this season. Every single fucking one. Get with the Office Manager and obtain the receipts of every single mailed package or FedEx just in case our spy did it the old fashioned way.”

“Desmond. You will grab every single personnel file and review every single employee and intern that works in either the front office or has contact with the coaches or the players. By tomorrow morning I want a listing of suspects that warrant a complete and thorough investigation.”

“To repeat myself, we have a mole somewhere in our organization and I will fire people, starting at the top, until the leak has been found and isolated. No one will take any direct action upon this individual until I give the word. Furthermore, I do not want any leaks of this spying to reach anyone outside this room, including our office manager. Tell whatever lies you like but I do not want the slightest hint to leave this room that we’ve been the victims of a complete communications exploitation. Now, go find my spy!”

Technically, I had way over-exerted my authority and stomped all over Bill Nylan’s prerogatives at least half a dozen times during that meeting, but I had the owner’s support for this witch hunt and he was gracious enough to not make a departmental war over this issue. Frankly he was just as horrified and scared about this security breech as I was.

It took everyone nearly the two full days but they did solve the crime. The culprit was one of our starving unpaid interns who upon further investigation ended up having ties with the Ross family, her brother worked as a Sales Manager for one of the Ross auto dealerships. She had obtained a copy of the playbook from an unlocked desk in the front office, scanned it into pdf file and then emailed out to a private investigation firm located in San Antonio. She had also obtained our top secret master listing of the radio frequencies that we used for our on-field communications and she had faxed that page to the same firm as well.

Those frequencies covered the coaching staff, the assistant coordinators higher up in the stadium, and the senior coaches who called the plays in to the field. Needless to say we changed all of these frequencies immediately and fired the assistant security supervisor that our intern had gotten flirty with and who talked about things that he definitely shouldn’t and had give her unrestricted access to most of our security secrets.

All of the network and stadium TV and the security camera footage took longer to review, but in the end we found a convincing set of four suspects who were all sitting together near the 50-yard line right behind our bench up about ten rows in the stands. Each was wearing Motorola professional style headphones and upon further magnification, lapel microphones could be barely detected. Once we had their seat numbers we tracked the tickets for these seats as having been sold by a local Ticket Exchange store. The buyer paid cash and used a fake nane. Going through a stack of 60+ thousand used ticket stubs we did find all four used stubs and managed to extract useable fingerprints from two of them. Using contacts at the HPD (and with a bunch of free game tickets for the crime lab folks) we had them run those fingerprints and received hits on both suspects, both San Antonio residents.

One of the fingerprints belonged to a licensed private investigator in San Antonio, who I assumed was one of the technical brains of the spy group. The other, upon further investigation, ended up being a low level front office employee of the Coyotes. Bang. Now we had our smoking gun and it was time to have an unpleasant little talk with the Commissioner of the League, Terrance Jefferson.

**********

“Mr. Jefferson? Hi, this is Jeff Leeds, GM of the Toros. Are you busy right now? I mean really really busy right now? I’ve got some news that you won’t want to hear… and certainly not over your official league executive office phone. Can you please give me your private personal cell phone number so that I can have a frank person to person chat with ‘Terry’, rather than the Commissioner? And you’ll want to be somewhere out in the middle of Central Park too, preferably with something alcoholic in your hands as well.”

He beyoglu escort was a bit flabbergasted but I stuck to my guns. If I told him what was going on ‘officially’ he would be absolutely forced to act, and not in the way I would prefer. My way at least gave him a tiny amount of deniability. An hour later, I gave my new best friend a call, told him the bare facts of the situation and then waited for the loud screaming to end.

“Fuck! You have to be joking… the Cajun Ice Queen hired rogue PI’s to intercept your game communications and bribed an intern to steal playbooks? That’s a firing offense, for everyone in their front office… including ownership. Does Archie know about this? I’m going to have his balls! Plus there will be a loss of draft picks, insane fines and lots of noisy stories on ESPN. After that will come angry speeches and phone calls by congressmen and senators, followed by committee meetings in Congress as they investigate us for months to see if they need to appoint a government Czar over us to ensure that there is ‘competitive balance’. We don’t need another scandal right now – this one would nearly kill us!”

He was right. It had been a bad year for player scandals; guns in bars, drug related shootings, domestic violence calls and plenty of cases of player entourage posses gone wild. The scandal concerning another team illegally videotaping the practices of their opponents just last year had only barely died down. This situation was far, far worse. If even a hint of this scandal got out the ramifications could cost the league not just millions, but billions of dollars potentially. It would be just like the 1919 Chicago ‘Black Sox’ scandal all over again. Professional football would soon have the respect and trust accorded to professional wrestling, and that couldn’t be allowed to happen.

“That’s why it’s just Jeff and Terry talking hypothetically right now. I’m as mad as you are, but this is so far just a single isolated incident. I don’t think that Archie knew anything about this, Margot seems to be calling all of the shots over there right now. She probably did this in revenge for me getting the better of her in a trade deal a few years ago. Apparently her holiness doesn’t take a tiny loss of face well. We can take advantage of this, use her vanity against her and teach her a lesson. If it doesn’t work, we can have a more official conversation later in your office, call in the lawyers and break out the bigger sets of spanking paddles… and then we get our best suits nice and laundered for a long and unfriendly trip to Congress.”

I told him my plan and he didn’t like it… at all. On the other hand he didn’t have any better (non-official) ideas and in the end he decided that we had never had this conversation and that he was going to go and drink lunch at his favorite uptown martini bar and probably not return for the day, unless he ended up throwing himself off of the Brooklyn Bridge into the Hudson River instead. This was about what I had figured.

Still, it amounted to a ‘go’ and I was now set to exact my revenge and paybacks can be a bitch!

******

First, for my plan to succeed I needed my resident spy Marcie firmly back on our side and I had just the tools to make sure that I would have and keep her complete undivided attention. I couldn’t trust her with so much as a burned out match, so she was going to need constant 24/7 babysitting until this whole sordid affair was over, but that’s why there are security companies in the yellow pages, complete with ex-military mercenaries willing to skirt the fine edges of the law for a fat paycheck.

Our Marcia Adams, starving unpaid intern and amateur spy, was more than a little surprised to find herself in our largest conference room with our owner, our entire legal staff, plus another half dozen grim looking attorneys from another law firm we had an outstanding retainer for services with. Not to mention the glaring of her future handlers who were all hard men bulging with muscles and mostly had no necks. The wolves began to circle and recite their growls of implacable legal actions against her, and nearly immediately our little lamb began to bleat.

When we scared the poor girl enough that she had wet herself right down her legs, we harnessed the sharks and clearly informed our little ungrateful guttersnipe about how she had one chance only to avoid decades in federal jail, with quite unambiguous promises of further future unpleasantness while incarcerated within. She bobbed her head pathetically eager to make any sort of deal that she could and we laid out our plans for her. She bleated once or twice but in the end she agreed to be a good little girl and obey, and she signed every piece of legal paper we put in front of her. Even her frightened mind could tell that the alternatives were far too nasty.

She agreed to be held ‘in protective custody’ for a few weeks under the thumb of our hired thugs and would jump through any and all hoops that we put in front of her. At the end, if everything went to plan, she’d sign some more paperwork that promised that she’d be a good girl and never even hint that any of this unpleasantness had ever occurred, and she’d be free to go… someplace out of state until she found a large enough rock to crawl under and stay.

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I thought for a few seconds then I shocked him by saying that I would ask my husband and if he says it was ok with him I would let Brian fuck my ass one time. After all Brian was really good looking and always very nice to me. He had hired me for this job where I was now making decent money with the one hundred dollar tips I was getting twice a week from Mr Davis. Well just let me know what your husband says I am not expecting him to go along with it but wow that would be one item off my bucket list. I smiled and told him that he would probably say yes if I asked him while he was fucking me up the ass. Then I turned and walked away shaking my ass fındıkzade escort at him just to tease him some more.

When I got home Steve’s car was parked in front of our place along with my husbands. When I walked in Steve started to ask forgiveness. I am sorry to just come over without asking first but its been five days and I hope you will please let me have some of that big red haired pussy. I walked over and unzipped him took out his big dick and stroked it. He grew hard in seconds I know you can find women who want all this in them I said. Well to tell you the truth I am hooked on your hole Steve answered. I dropped my shorts and thong and sitting on my favorite arm chair spread open as wide as possible and said what this little 18 year old pussy?

Damn girl you have a huge pussy bush and a really big fuck hole Well you made it that way Steve. Now get a couch cushion and lay back on the coffee table so I can ride that horse cock of yours. I looked at my husband and told him to move around so he could suck my tits while I rode Steve’s big dick. I had a great time riding his big black dick with my husband sucking my tits. I told Tim to lie on the carpet next to me. As soon as Steve shot five days worth of cum in my cunt I quickly moved over my husbands face and let the load ooze into his mouth. Then I humped his face so it was totally covered in cum. I licked and sucked Steve’s cock clean while I did this. The only thing Steve asked was when could he get more of my pussy. Come by day after tomorrow and bring a joint and some beer if you want more of this pussy I said. Oh baby I can and will do that for you. I will see you then and I will let my self out seeing aksaray escort as your sitting on Tim’s face feeding him my cum.

I slid off my husbands face and kissed him sucking some of the cum down my throat. He smiled and said looks like Steve is totally hooked on big red. Want to fuck my huge hole I asked. Sure he said as he entered the huge gaping pussy that used to be so tight. Better switch to my ass I told him. He slid out of my gaping hole and started easing into my ass. You love fucking my ass don’t you baby. Yes its still very tight he answered. Would you be ok with me ass fucking Brian the golf pro his dick is not that big and I still would be tight for you. You sure he is not hung have you fucked him? No no I would never fuck anyone without asking you I assured him. He is not very big nor very tall I doubt he is packing a big one. And he said his wife has never let him have her ass and he has never had anal in his life. I would like to ass fuck him for being so good to me. Well as long as your asshole does not get to be a big gaping hole I don’t mind. Poor guy has a prude wife. I am so lucking to have a cock loving three hole fucking wife. And with that he blew his load deep in my ass..

The next day at work I saw Brian and told him it was a go. He looked amazed and asked if I was free Monday. The club is closed on Mondays but he has work to do and wanted me to come in for a few hours to help. I can make it Monday I said and shook my ass as I walked away. It was Saturday which meant that Mr Davis would take me to his little fuck house and resize my pussy with his black monster cock. As usual we went straight to the fuck house after work and as soon as were inside eyüp escort I was on my knees sucking his huge dick. I have been thinking about this for days he said. I love it too I answered after I took the big dick out of my mouth.

We did not make it to the bedroom but just started fucking on the floor doggy style. I can’t get enough of this hot hole he bellowed while he fucked me harder and harder. He rolled me over pinned my legs behind my head and shoved 12 inches of thick black meat balls deep in my hole. Pound it pound it pound my fuck hole I screamed as he fucked me with powerful strokes of his horse cock. He started shaking again and shooting off a hot stream inside me. 18 years old with a giant man eating pussy he gasped as he collapsed on top of me. He lay there until his cock slipped from my hole and we got up to leave. He again went to clean up but I used the part of my panties that covered my cunt hole to wipe up a cum puddle on the floor then slipped them on while some more cum oozed from my pussy.

I arrived at home thanked Mr Davis for a great fuck and went inside. I walked to the arm chair called for my husband and he almost ran into the living room. I pulled off my panties and told him to eat the cum from my gaping fuck hole. He went straight to work licking and sucking the cum out of me. Yes eat that black dick cum I told him and no you cannot have any pussy or ass until tomorrow. He licked me clean and then I stuffed my panties in his mouth and told him to suck the cum from them. I was getting into this power thing and had one more idea. I led him to the bathroom and told him to kneel in the tub. He did as he was told. Now open your mouth and drink my piss if you want to fuck me tomorrow I told him. He opened wide and drank down a lot of piss but some went all over his face. Then I pulled him to my pussy and used his face to finish cleaning my hole. You will have to settle for my huge cunt hole tomorrow I am saving my asshole for Brian on Monday. This was getting better every day I thought as I started the shower to clean us both up..

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Let’s talk about firsts, you and me.

As a rule, I think they’re not very good.

You know, like your “first,” the time you finally manage to shed that virginity you’ve been trying to get rid of since you saw that first downy hint of pubic hair. In my case, that was when I was, well, let’s not get into age right now. Anyway, the girl was the neighborhood slut. She was short, fat, and if not outright ugly certainly no better than plain. She was one of those pitiful girls who learned she could get attention by putting out. Looking back, honestly, I’m ashamed of myself. But, you know how puberty is. So I got on top and it lasted about 30 seconds. Not at all what I expected.

Or my “first” time with a “mature” woman. My cousin’s wife came into my bedroom, they were living with Mom and me at the time, pulled off the sheet, pushed her panties down, and took what she needed. I could have been a dildo stand for all she cared and then, since this was, basically, revenge sex, she told bağcılar escort my cousin. I got out of the fight with a cracked rib and a molar left in the yard, but nothing worse.

But in my life, there was one “first” that I do remember very fondly.

In my senior year of high school, I was going with a girl who was more experienced than I was. She’s the one who taught me the special pleasure of oral sex. In a ’65 Chevy Impala Super Sport she would stand in the passenger seat, her ass on the seat back, and then lean back until she could support herself on the back seat. Then, with me on my knees in the passenger seat, I would gobble that clam like it was the best treat in the world.

This was in the pre-wax days of the late 1960s, and she was VERY well endowed with pubic hair. I’d pick hairs out of my teeth on Saturday, but Friday night was for us.

She liked to give me mine when I was driving. A special treat requiring bahçelievler escort me to concentrate on driving while sucked me like a malt. For the two years we went steady I did NOT go home with blue balls.

But that’s not the “first” I wanted to talk about today either.

That “first” came on a Saturday picnic.

Lois, that was her name, wasn’t what you’d call “pretty,” but she was attractive. She was tall, just an inch under my five foot nine inches, and trim. She had long legs and a truly beautiful ass, something I always attributed to her love of her stupid horse. Whether that’s true or not, it looked like an ass made specifically to fit a saddle. She had long hair too. I loved watching it trail behind her, under the cowboy hat as she rode that horse.

I’ve always liked picnics, especially with Lois. She taught me how much fun it can be to be naked outside. But that’s not the first I wanted to talk şirinevler escort about today either.

On the day of my “first” that I DO want to talk about, we were picnicking at a place I knew in the foothills. The Impala wasn’t really an off-road vehicle, but it did get to the meadow an earlier girlfriend had showed me.

We were naked as we traded bites of sausage and cheese and apple and orange. With little squirts from the wineskin.

When it came time to make love she smiled at me and said, “I don’t want you to have to pull out.”

“Is it safe then?” I asked, my knowledge of cycles and the “rhythm method” rudimentary.

“This is,” she said, rolling onto her belly and lifting her hips slightly.

The invitation was obvious.

“Lois, are you sure?” I asked.

She giggled and said, “Let me explain. When it comes to anal sex there are two types of women in the world. There are those who enjoy that wonderfully full feeling a man can give her in no other way.”

She waited me out and I asked, “And the other type?”

“There are those who lie and say they don’t enjoy it,” she said, lifting that world-class ass higher.

I used her natural lubricant.

It looked SO tiny I hesitated at the instant it was time to take what she offered.

But I took it.

And it was a wonderful “first.”

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I’ve always thought of myself as an accomplished ass connoisseur. Women’s derrieres are for admiring and devotion. I also love taking women deep inside their anal orifices. I can always convince my girl that she will love it. I take as much time and gentleness that’s needed and I’m always successful. I’ve sodomized every woman I’ve had sex with.

I met Michelle years ago at work and instantly decided I needed to own her ass. She has a bubble shaped bottom that literally begs to be sodomized. She wears ultra tight pants and she knows damn well how delightful and tempting her backside looks to men.

She lived with us for a few years as a nanny and we made the most of it. Every opportunity we were alone, we fucked as much as possible. Michelle admitted a secret she was hiding and I ultimately realized she was desiring a spanking. This openness from her increased our lovemaking as she gets spanked regularly for all the naughty stuff she pulls. The hot red smacks I impart onto her sweet bottom always lead to more naughty sex. She gets sopping wet when I take charge and administer her punishment. I’ll slap her bare bottom for a while and her pussy keeps seeping girl juice until I fuck it.

A few months went by with me taking more liberties with her backside eventually even gently penetrating it with my finger. She always said “That’s only an exit.” I would ignore her pleas and push my finger in there just checking as any good doctor might. She accepted that explanation for a while until I wanted to put something bigger inside her. I would slide my finger into her while we were having regular sex. It was turning both of us on feeling my digit probating her rectum with my dick right on the other side of her thin membrane. I eventually slid 2 fingers inside her hiney hole before I finally ejaculated in her cunt. She had a mild orgasm and seemed quite satisfied.

We played games and teased each other for weeks with me trying to get my cock in her ass and her always resisting. It was loads of fun playing that game but I knew it would come to an end soon. I planned on playfully restraining her some day and just taking her rosebud. I’d ‘rape’ her if I had to but I knew once I was in her, she would enjoy being sodomized.

We use handcuffs for light bondage and also use pantyhose to tie each other up with. She loves being restrained while I tease her. She’ll say “Hold me tight when I cum.” She will squeeze my head with her thighs while she climaxes. Her entire body strains as my tongue fatih escort forces her to explode.

One day we went on a shopping trip using her CJ 5 jeep. Going to the store is another excellent reason to have impromptu sex. We like to 4×4 to remote rural locations and have sex without anyone bothering us. We’ll have sex on the ground on a blanket or if the weather is bad, inside her truck. This particular day it was a little cool for outside sex so we played in the back of the Jeep.

We had removed most of our clothes and were hugging and rubbing each other all over. I opened the bag with our play toys and decided to restrain Michelle with some cuffs. I playfully snapped one set onto her hands and put the other end to the roll bar. I also grabbed some leg cuffs and used them the same way. Michelle’s complete body was trapped and mine to do as I pleased.

Michelle was laying on her side with her beautiful rear end completely exposed to my decadent whims. I reached around her front and undid her pants button and zipper. I slid them down to her ankles and just stared at her beautiful ass. I took a quite a few pictures on her panty hosed bubble ass for future reference. I used my teeth to rip a hole in her pantyhose and I started kissing and caressing her bottom. Her hips wiggled back and forth as I teased her.

I spit on my fun finger and pushed it into her hinder hole as gently as I could. I was getting so anxious about what I was about to do it was very hard to contain my excitement.

Michelle was teasing me to fuck her cunt but I had other plans. My fuck finger fully penetrated her colon and I felt a tiny lump deep in her tunnel. I didn’t tell her as I was going to take her ass no matter what. I couldn’t care less if she pooped all over me. I wanted to fuck her sexy ass, look straight into her eyes and ejaculate all over the inside of her rectum.

I said “I’m gonna go in right here.”

She squealed “No, honey not today, fuck my pussy.”

“I don’t see how you can say no.”

“But I’m not cleaned out. Maybe another day.”

I demanded “No, I’m gonna fuck your naughty little ass and cum in it.”

Michelle begged “Please, I’ll do it later tonight instead.”

“Sorry baby, you’ve been teasing me all day with that sexy ass and it’s getting sodomized right now.” With that I pulled my finger out and squirted a big glob of lube into her rectum. She was still begging but not as much. I detected she might çapa escort be a little frightened of what was about to happen. I lined my cock right up to her rosebud and pushed half the head into her.

“NO, Let me blow you instead.”

“Not gonna happen, now open up and let me in.” I pushed a little harder and just froze.

Michelle pushed back like she was pooping and head of my cock slipped right in. “Oooh fuck.” She cooed.

I said “That’s more like it. Do that again.” She relaxed her sphincter and another couple of inches of meat were swallowed inside her. I dribbled spit down on both my dick and her hole and massaged it in. She got even more slippery. I pulled back a bit and pushed forward again. Another couple inches made their way inside. I took a bunch of pictures of my dick going in and out of her winking ass hole. I almost lost it when I realized she made a ‘pink glove’ around my dick. My dickhead was trapped tight inside the pink ring of her sphincter and it sent me wild.

“Damn that’s good.” Michelle moaned. She was starting to enjoy the penetration and began pushing back eagerly.

I kept saying “I love you baby.” I was in ecstasy feasting inside her innermost and deepest sanctum. She loved and trusted me enough to let me have her this way.

I asked “Do you remember how slippery it gets when we pee on each other?”

“Your so damn naughty,” She quipped. I smiled and started to push. I was trying to push a small stream of my piss into her bowels. She smiled and said “I dare you, go ahead and piss in my ass.”

Amazingly, a strong squirt shot from my bladder and splashed deep inside her. Our pumping instantly got very slippery. It was almost too much as there was barely enough friction to feel anything. I could feel the head of my dick bumping right against her upcoming bowel movement. My dick was gently pushing it back into her intestines. I figured there may be a mess on my cockhead when I pulled out, but I hoped for the best. The thought of her stuff on my dick drove me crazy. I wanted to make a huge mess inside her with all my juices.

A couple of minutes in, I looked down and my dick was still clean; nothing was leaking out. Michelle’s ass is so tight it just couldn’t happen. I teased her and said “Maybe you should pee a little on us.” She smiled and pulled me tightly to her. She froze and pushed some warm urine out of her peephole, splashing both of us. This was beyond the normal stuff we güngören escort do sexually and it was propelling both of us to a huge climax.

“Oh fuck, Michelle.”

“I know baby, I’m right there too.”

I pinched her clit and she exploded. She shuddered and another gush came from her piss hole. That was my trigger and I just roared. I slammed in as far as I could and blew everything I had deep inside her rectum. I honestly thought sperm and pee were coming out of my pee slit at the same time. I’d never experienced that feeling before. She pushed her hips against mine as we simultaneously climaxed. She was still peeing with me.

As we calmed down, I felt a few more dribbles of pee go in her and yes it was finally dripping out of her pussy. I went down of her and she immediately stopped me from licking her clit. “STOP; I can’t take anymore.” I gently licked down further each time and made my way to her bung hole. Clear juice was flowing from her orifice and my tongue lapped it right up. After I filled my mouth, I came back up to her face and deep kissed her. We swapped our fuck juices and slowly let them slip into our tummies.

We had used some bath towels and blankets underneath us and they were a disaster. Human fluids were everywhere and splattered most of the items. We had to wash all of them and even hosed the back of her Jeep out.

Just after midnight that same day, I was deep in sleep and didn’t realize exactly what was happening. I couldn’t tell if I was beginning to wake or still dreaming. Michelle had crawled on top of me and began pumping away. I couldn’t fully waken from my sleep, but I figured she was just horny and needed some pussy filling. I began coming out of it and weakly grabbed her hips to help her ride me. Michelle whispered in my ear “Where are you, baby?”

I meekly answered ‘What? What do you mean?”

Michelle took my hand and placed it against her pussy and said “Now, where is your dick?” I suddenly realized her cunt was empty and my cock was in her ass. She had taken me in her naughty hole all on her own and was slamming away. She was fingering herself and quickly orgasmed. I meekly ejaculated inside her rectum and we fell asleep.

The next morning Michelle admitted “I’ve been practicing with a dildo in my ass.” I looked surprised but wondered how she could take me so easily. “I’ve been using a big one in there for a few weeks so I’d be ready when you finally sodomized me.”

She has acquired a passionate desire for anal sex and we do it often. I squirt in her ass before we have vaginal sex to lessen the risk of impregnation. Many times, when I fuck her pussy, I pull out near the end and finish inside her backdoor. I might still let a squirt or two go inside her fertile womb as I pull out. Maybe I can still impregnate her when I take her ass.

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Being fucked Chapter 1

This story is set in the period of 1990 when there were no mobile phones. Most of the working class people were busy working and stayed mostly in affordable housing complexes. These complexes were really complex, not in terms of the way these were built, but more so, because of the ways the lives of the residents of the complex were linked. These housing complexes did not have any amenities, mostly smaller 1 RK (1 big all-purpose room and 1 kitchen).

Bhavna was a thirty year old working lady. She was hot and always dressed in tight fitting clothes. She was sure about her sexual appeal and knew very well when people had to hide their hard ones from her. She was in complete control of her life with a loving husband. The only problem in her life was that her loving husband was too loving and caring for her randy self. Her husband was Wham-bam-thank-you-madam guy. Bhavna had a feeling that she was being treated as a normal housewife without any respect for her womanliness.

That day Bhavna was in turmoil. She was not fucked by her husband for second week now and she was really feeling all itchy down there. She waited for her husband to leave and then called in sick in the office. She lay on the bed naked.

She spread her fair and ripe legs and placed her hand on her wet slippery cunt. She had shaved the hair down there two days back, to attract her husband to fuck her. Her husband had not even looked down at her cunt for quite some time now. He felt it was dirty to even looks at it, forget about touching it.

She thought of a big penis in her mind and started playing with her clitoris. The clitoris was erect and all excited with her fingering. She massaged her clitoris and used her other hand to insert the index finger in her cunt hole. Soon she was sliding her entire finger in and out of her cunt and using her thumb to drive her clitoris mad with pleasure. This did not last longer because she was close to the heavenly bliss and before she could control any further, she orgasmed noisily. She had spent a lot of juice which had wetted the bed sheet and her hands.

She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself. She also had a hot bath. She rinsed her cunt and then indulged in pressing her medium-sized apple shaped breasts. She pinched her erect nipples and moaned. She was so excited again that she felt the need of a real male with a hard big dick to satisfy her. She was still debating how she could get what she wanted when the doorbell rang.

She wrapped herself in towel and approached the door. From the keyhole she saw, it was Mrs. Bakshi with her two kids. Bhavna opened the door slightly and started conversing with Mrs. Bakshi. Mrs. Bakshi was going to her sister’s place and that she wanted somebody to take care of her sons, Suresh and Mahesh. Suresh was 14 years old naughty boy. Everybody in the building knew about his mischievous behavior. Mahesh was his one year younger brother, he was the most intelligent kid in this side of the housing complex.

Looking at the state in which Bhavna, Mrs. Bakshi asked her sons to go to down and play. Mrs. Bakshi said,

“It looks like you just had a bath and about to leave for office? Are you late today or on leave? Can you take care of my sons today?”

Bhavna was not about to fall in the trap of having to baby sit two kids even though she always wanted to be a good neighbor. Further, Bhavna was in an excited state and wanted the day to calm her cravings rather than spend time with two kids in the one room that she had. She replied,

“Sorry Mrs. Bakshi, I am late and like you asked, I am about to get dressed and leave for work. I would have definitely taken care of Suresh and Mahesh, but…”

“That is fine,” said Mrs. Bakshi and headed back to her house.

Bhavna was back to herself and was now sitting in her room. She was excited and wanted to play with herself again. She was not sure when she fell asleep fantasizing about big dick fucking her wet cunt. When she woke up, it was already afternoon and she was feeling hungry. She decided to call for food. She ordered for pizza and soon was relishing the slices topped with vegetables and lots of cheese. Cheating was alright for her when it came down to good food, she told herself, at least she was not cheating in reality on her husband.

All this while she was still wrapped in her towel. She opened her house door to leave out the carton in which the pizza had arrived. She dropped it in the dustbin and was about to go back in when she saw a very suspicious thing. Mrs. Bakshi should have gone to her sister’s place and her kids were supposedly going to be baby sited mecidiyeköy escort in someone’s else house as per her assumption, then how come the door to Bakshi’s house not latched and locked.

She decided to check out. She dressed in a nightgown and set out to find out the mystery behind Mrs. Bakshi’s unlocked house. She rang the doorbell.

To her surprise, the door was not answered for some time. She rang the doorbell once more and then in a few seconds the door opened slightly and a worried Mrs. Bakshi was looking out from the slightly opened door. It was kind of a déjà vu moment. Just a few hours ago, Bhavna was in this pose and now it was Mrs. Bakshi. Mrs. Bakshi too was wrapped like her in towel but she was looking all ruffled up and asked,

“Kya hua Bhavna? Aap ko kuch kaam hai kya?”

(“What happened Bhavna? Do you have some work with me?”)

Bhavna was caught on a wrong foot. She was not expecting Mrs. Bakshi to open the door. It then struck her that because she had turned down to baby sit, maybe Mrs. Bakshi was not able to go to meet her sister. Bhavna said,

“Mein aaj office nahin jaa rahi hoon. Mein Suresh aur Mahesh ko dekhne aayi thi. Aap chahe to mein unko apne ghar rakh sakti hoon agar aap apni behen ke paas jana chahe to”

(“I am not going to office today. I had come to see Suresh and Mahesh. If you want I can take care of them at my house if you want to go to your sister’s place.”)

Mrs. Bakshi was feeling irritated. She said,

“Mere bete gaye hai apne dost ke ghar. Mujhe tang maat karo abhi.”

(“My sons have gone to their friends house. Please don’t disturb me.”)

She slammed the door. Bhavna felt dejected. All she had offered was help and now Mrs. Bakshi was feeling irritated with her. She was still standing there and thinking when she heard moaning sounds coming from behind the door. Bhavna’s heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Bakshi was in towel but she had not taken a bath. Even her hair was not combed well and her face and stance looked like she had got interrupted. She was not sure what was happening behind the door. There was definitely something going on. Why was Mrs. Bakshi at home and not gone to her sister’s place even when her sons were now at their friend’s home?

Bhavna went to her house. She was still trying to understand what was happening in Mrs. Bakshi’s house. She decided to use her brains. She dialed Mrs. Bakshi s landline number. The phone rang for some time and then she could hear Mrs. Bakshi s gentle voice at the other end. Bhavna remained silent. Mrs. Bakshi said hello thrice and then said a bad word and slammed the phone down.

Bhavna waited for five minutes and then again dialed Mrs. Bakshi. This time it took a while and then Mrs. Bakshi was again on the line. This time Mrs. Bakshi was quite vocal about the blank call that she was getting.

“Yeh kaun hai jo mere majahe ko bhang karne pe tula hai.”

(“Who is this person who is trying to disturb me from having my pleasure?”)

Bhavna then heard a male voice that said,

“Phone rakh de aur aaja, mein aur intezar nahin kar sakta”

(“Keep down the phone and come here, I cannot wait any longer.”)

Mrs. Bakshi kept the phone down by the side unhooked and ran to the male. She was in such a hurry that she did not quite disconnect the call when she kept the phone off the cradle. Bhavna was still holding the phone and now was listening to the complete conversation that was occurring in the room.

The man said, “Sushma, chal phir se isse mooh me lele. Thoda naram ho gaya hai.”

(“Sushma, take this again in your mouth. This has become a bit soft.”)

Sushma said,

“Anil mein isse mooh mein nahin le sakti. Tum chaho to mein isse thoda sehla deti hoon.”

(“Anil I cannot take this in my mouth. If you want I can caress it for you.”)

Anil said,

“Saali, nakhre karti hai. Kutiya mooh mein lele nahin to belt se pittai karronga!”

(“Bitch take it in your mouth or I will hit you with a belt!”)

Bhavna was at loss to understand this conversation. She knew that Sushma (Mrs. Bakshi) was definitely in the room with somebody called Anil. Bhavna was quite not able to place this name. She had sure heard this voice and also the name Anil sounded familiar.

Anil was then moaning. Surely, Sushma had conceded and taken his dick in her mouth. Anil was saying,

“Abhi ghanti darwaje ki baje ke phone ki, mein teri bajane ke baad hi choodoga tujhe.”

(“Now whether the doorbell rings or telephone rings, I will fuck you you well before allowing you to attend to it.)

Sushma said,

“Haan beşiktaş escort Anil. Abhi jaldi se wapas apne tagde lund ko andar dalo aur mujhe chodo. Bhale hi mein cheekho per meri phikar mat karna. Mujhe tumse yeh hi dard bhara pyar chahiye.”

(“Yes Anil. Now put your dick in me again and fuck me. Even if I scream, don’t worry. I want this painful love from you.”)

Anil said,

“Chal ho jha kutiya ki tarah khadi bed mein aur faila apni gaand ko.”

(“Ok now stand like a bitch on the bed and open your ass.”)

Next what Bhavna heard, she was shocked. The phone almost slipped her hand when she heard a loud scream. Sushma was screaming like a virgin. Sushma was saying,

“Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaha Aaaaanniiiiiillllllll, thhhhooodddddaaaaa ddhhhhiiirrrsseeeeeeee aaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahah!”

(“Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaha Aaaaanniiiiiillllllll, aaaa bbbiiittt sslllooowwwlllyyy, aaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahah!”)

Anil said,

“Haan Sushma, mein teri jawani ke din tujhe yaad dila doonga.”

(“Yes Sushma, I will make you remember your youthful days.”)

Bhavna realized that Anil was doing something to Sushma which was really painful. Bhavna visualized Sushma standing on her hands and knees and taking a big fat dick up her famine cunt. Soon she realized that Anil was the physical trainer at the gymnasium that she and Sushma both go to. Soon the blocks started fitting in her head. She had known that Anil was a guy who used to provide love assistance. This was known to all but Bhavna had never believed it. She thought Anil was a simple god-fearing lonely unmarried man who was interested in his body building rather than family building.

Sushma’s screams brought Bhavna back to reality. Sushma was saying,

“Anil, aaahaahahahaha, mein maaarrrrr jaaaaooonnngiiiiii. Baaaassssss aaaaauuurrr aaandddaaarrrrr naaaahiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnn, ahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!”

(Anil, aaahaahahahaha, I wwiillllll dddiiiieeee. Nnnoootttt aaannnnyyyy ffuuurrrttthhhheeerrrr iiinnnsssiiidddeee, ahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!)

Bhavna was leaking juices from her cunt. She had raised her gown and pulled down her panty which had already showing a wet patch of her juices. She was fingering her cunt and this aural sex was making her even hotter. She was trying to imagine what Anil’s penis may look like. If Sushma was crying foul to stop him from going in further then definitely the dimensions of penis would be out of this world.

Anil said,

“Ruk ja. Abhi to sirf aadha lund dala hai. Pura ghoosata hoon phir dekh kya majah aata hai.”

(“Wait. I have been able to insert just half of my penis. Let me push it full length then you would get the pleasure.”)

Sushma’s screams were audible very loudly. Bhavna was vibrating and shivering with lust. She was now fingering her own cunt and inserting these deep inside herself. If only it was Bhavna instead of Sushma that was taking this big penis. She had been stuck in a marriage which was not giving her the pleasure. Bhavna too wished she could approach someone like Anil or Anil for her needs to get fucked hard. But to think of it, it was not possible for her to call someone at her house and have sex. It would be wrong ethically which she was fine with. But she was more concerned about someone around the housing complex finding out like she found out about Mrs. Bakshi. She was sure that there were more detectives like her in the housing complex!

Sushma’s screams subsided and then she was quite. She then said,

“Anil, abhi bahut dard kar raha hai. Kitne baar yeh kiya hai meine per tumhare saath yeh bahut hi dardnak aur achacha lagta hai.”

(“Anil it is paining now. I have done this many times but with you, this is very painful and enjoyable.”)

Anil said,

“Meri premikao ko mein jab aisa karta hoon to woh mujhe cheek cheek ke protsahan deti hai. Sushma tere saath to yeh mein bahut baar kar choka hoon per jab mein yeh pehli baar kissi ka saath karta hoon to woh premika dard se behoos ho jati hai.”

(“When I do this to my lovers, they support me with all the screams. Sushma, I have done this with you many times but when I do this for the first time with some lover of mine, she loses consciousness with pain.”)

Then Sushma’s moaning started again. Bhavna guessed that Anil had started pumping his big dick in and out of Sushma at a good pace. Here still holding the phone in one hand with three fingers of her other hand deep in her cunt, Bhavna orgasmed once more.

During this time, Sushma’s moaning increased and she etiler escort said,

“Anil, bahut majah aa raha hai. Aaisa lagta hai ki tumne mujhe chir ke bhar diya hai anpe lund se.”

(“Anil, I am enjoying this. I feel like you have split and filled me up with your penis.”)

Anil was moaning and said,

“Aaahha, teri chudai mein jo majah hai woh kissi aur mein nahin hai. Teri aise lagane mein bahut majah aata hai.”

(“The joy in fucking you is exquisite. Fucking you like this is very enjoyable.”)

Bhavna had started feeling a bit lost but then she was still visualizing that Sushma was taking this like a bitch and that is what Anil was praising about. But what she heard next got her back to her senses and she gasped loudly.

Sushma said,

“Haan Anil. Mujhe bhi tumhare tagde lund se apni gaand marwane mein bahut majah aata hai.”

(“Yes Anil. I really like taking your big dick up my ass.”)

Anil said,

“Sushma, teri gaand itni sexy hai ki uske gaye teen mahino se mar raha hoon par aaj bhi teri gaand kasi hui hai. Tera pati nahin marta hai kya teri sexy gaand ko?”

(“Sushma, your ass is so sexy that I have been fucking it for three month now but your asshole is still so tight. Your husband does not fuck your sexy ass?”)

Bhavna was flabbergasted. She know could visualize and get the correct context of all the screams, painful pleasure and all the moans. Sushma was getting her ass screwed from Anil. How can she do it? Bhavna had heard a lot about anal sex. In fact she used to play her finger tip on her asshole but had never progressed beyond that. Right now, Bhavna spread her legs wide and used her index finger removed from her wet orgasmed cunt, on her pinkish brown asshole.

Sushma was moaning hard and Anil was not wasting any moment. He was now sawing Sushma’s tender asshole nicely with his 10-inch dick. He was fucking her asshole at a speed which was considered high even for normal vaginal fucking. He was enjoying this butt fucking more than ever. Anil’s favorite lover was Sushma. She was the only one who could take such hardcore anal fucking like a woman. With all other lovers, Anil had to be gentle in his fucking even though he was tough when he had to push in his penis into a tight asshole.

Anil was fucking her asshole wild. Sushma could feel the slippery cock fucking her ass nicely. Sushma said,

“Anil, marooo, meri gaannnddddd thik se maarooo. Bahut majah aa raha hai.”

(“Anil, fuck me, fuck my ass properly. I am enjoying this a lot.”)

Anil was short of breath. His fucking was at a pace that he could not maintain. Soon he gasped and moaned,

“Sushma, mera juice aane wala hai. Mein teri gaand mein mere juice ki nadiya baha raha hoon. Yeh le.”

(“Sushma, I am about to cum. I am going to pour my juice in your asshole. Here it comes.”)

Saying this, Anil stuck his penis deep down Sushma’s bowel and then jets of hot sticky sperms ejected deep inside her bowel. Sushma was enjoying this final moment of beautiful anal fucking.

Soon Anil had withdrawn his penis and was lying beside Sushma. Here Bhavna was still on phone and had another earth shattering orgasm by just finger tipping her asshole and listening to Sushma’s buggery.

Sushma said,

“Anil, abhi aap jao. Woh Bhavna ko shaq ho gaya lagta hai. Woh boli ki woh office jayegi isliye meine Suresh aur Mahesh ko unke dosto ke ghar bheja aur tumhe yahan bulaya. Per woh office nahin gayi aur jab tumne meri gaand mein apna lund gusaya tabhi saali ne bell bajai.”

(“Anil, you must go now. That Bhavna has become suspicious. She said she will be going to office and so I sent Suresh and Mahesh to their friend’s place and called you here. Now she has not gone to office and when you were starting to put your dick in my ass that time she rang the bell.”)

Bhavna was listening to this and smiling. Anil added,

“Aur woh blank call ne mujhe pagal kar diya. Jab mein tumhari gaand mein aadha andar tha tabhi bahar nekalna pada. Mein to dar gaya aur mera lund bhi chota ho gaya tha. Per teri choosai ne usse phir se zinda kar diya.”

(“And that blank call made me mad. When half of my penis was in your asshole, I had to withdraw. I was scared and my dick had had softened a bit. But your sucking brought it back to life again.”)

Bhavna gasped once again. That means Sushma sucked Anil’s penis that had already travelled in Sushma’s asshole. That was gross. Sushma had really enjoyed with Anil like any other normal hot female should have.

Still fingering herself, Bhavna told herself,

“Sirf agar Sushma ke jagah pe mein hoti to meri gaand lag jati, gaand marate hua!”

(“Only if I was in place of Sushma then I would have got screwed, getting my ass fucked!”)

Bhavna hung-up the phone with full knowledge that she now knew that Sushma was getting her needs fulfilled from Anil and she knew what she had to do to get a slice of it as well.

End of Chapter 1. I am contemplating more chapters later.

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