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Note: The characters depicted in this story are not real people and any similarity to real peoples’ names is coincidental.

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It was springtime in Portland, Oregon. Our senior college class was leaving high college for a two week vacation, of sorts, in Florida. The professors kept telling us that we were the luckiest senior class in the history of the entire college, because our college had received an award or grant of some kind from a wealthy philanthropist who wanted to do something for youth across the country.

Anyway, all that I knew was that it meant the entire senior class got to spend two weeks in Florida – staying in a hotel, sightseeing, and attending seminars hosted by important people who I didn’t know.

I was very much looking forward to the entire experience. It would be kind of like how our business trips had been back in twelfth grade – only longer, and much cooler. It was a chance to escape regular classes and do something different. Everyone had been talking about it for weeks.

So the day finally arrived when we were to leave Portland and fly by plane to Florida. We were going to stay in a hotel in Orlando, but we were told there wasn’t going to be much time to spend in Disney World, since there were seminars and other activities planned out for us.

I drove to college on the Monday of our departure with my baggage and belongings. I boarded a charter bus along with many of my fellow college seniors – the A-G bus. Unfortunately, the college had arranged us alphabetically in buses, so many of my friends weren’t in the same bus as I was.

I sat next to Jordan Brooks, who was practically the only friend I had who was on the same bus. We didn’t talk much though, as he was listening to music on his Walkman. I decided to do the same, because there wasn’t going to be much to do until we actually got to Florida. Pretty much the only thing we talked about was lamenting the fact that we couldn’t bring cellphones along on the trip. The college had set down strict guidelines for what we could and couldn’t bring.

It didn’t take long to reach Portland International Airport and go through security. Only about a fourth of the college faculty had come with us, and they were split between the different buses – about four professors to a single group. There were five buses.

After we left the buses, we were split into groups of about ten or so – ten students to a professor. Fortunately, Jordan was still in this second group, so I had somebody to talk to as we went through security and stopped to get snacks and pizza at the airport’s many kiosks.

We boarded our plane for Orlando and took off shortly thereafter. It was a nice day, so there weren’t any delays, which was nice. Even in the spring, Portland can be a bit cold, and everyone was talking about the warmer weather we were heading for.

It was much later in the day when we reached Orlando, because of the time shift, and we stuck in our groups of ten students and headed for the hotel. We first boarded vans to get to the hotel and then were dropped off only a couple blocks away.

“Do we get to pick our own rooms?” I asked Ms. Anderson, who was our assigned professor. Ms. Anderson was widely considered to be one of the hottest professors in college, and as much as I admired her looks, I really wasn’t interested in the faculty that much.

“No, your roommates have already been picked out for you,” she said.

“What’s up with that?” Jordan complained. He was walking next to me, dragging his luggage along.

“The rooms were picked out by a computer,” Ms. Anderson answered, with a smile. “Gives you a chance to maybe meet someone you haven’t met before.”

Great. Well, I wasn’t really interested in meeting new people. It was ridiculous that they wouldn’t let us pick our own rooms. Still, there was nothing we could do about it.

Our group headed into the hotel lobby and received directions from one of the hotel staff members. We went into a large adjoining ballroom and set our luggage and belongings down in one of the corners. Then we waited while Ms. Anderson went to get our hotel room keys.

She came back about twenty minutes later and handed them out. “You can all go up to your rooms,” she said. “That’s what the dean said.”

So I said goodbye to Jordan and headed for the elevators. My room was on the tenth floor of the hotel. I took the elevator up to Floor 10 and got out. The elevator lobby was cleanly lit and the carpet looked expensive.

In an alcove, there was an ice machine and a Coca-Cola dispenser. Opposite from the alcove was a larger nook with a couple of small tables and view outside the window. There was a stack of USA Today newspapers on one of the tables.

I walked down the hall at stopped at Room 1012. I pulled out my card key and unlocked the door to the room. Opening the door, I found myself in a fairly nice hotel room. There was a king sized bed against the main wall, which I dumped my belongings onto.

There was a closet right by diyarbakır escort the door, and oppose the closet was a nice bathroom with a mini-jacuzzi. It appeared to have room for at least two people.

There was a large desk at the wall perpendicular to the wall the bed was against, and an office chair. A coffeemaker sat on the desk, as did a welcome pamphlet for the hotel and a telephone. In the corner, there was a lounge chair with an ottoman, facing a cabinet against the opposite wall, which, as I soon discovered, had a television inside of it.

I began unpacking. After about ten minutes, I heard a noise at the door. I got up from what I was doing and went to open it when it suddenly opened by itself.

I was expecting some guy whom I didn’t know or like to walk in…but instead, Katherine Phillips walked in, tugging her luggage. Katherine was what I considered to be one of the hottest girls in the entire college. She wasn’t a cheerleader, but she could have easily been one. She was a medium sized, sweet brunette who was generally nice to everybody she came across.

She looked up, and suddenly stopped, dropping the handle of her suitcase. Her jaw dropped as she saw me, and I’m sure mine did simultaneously.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” she asked accusingly.

“Um…this is my room. At least, this is the room they gave me the key for,” I replied.

“There must be some mistake,” she replied flatly. “Guys and girls don’t sleep together in the same room!”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I returned. “Maybe we should go find a professor and get it cleared up.”

Katherine was agreeable to doing this, so we went out in the hall to find the nearest professor. We found one, Professor Johnson, very quickly, because there were a huge crowd of kids around him. We approached the crowd and listened in to what Johnson was saying.

“Look, I don’t have anything to do with this. That’s the way the rooms were set up. The people who are putting this on for you thought that you were mature enough to handle it. They wanted to give you a new experience – pull you out of your comfort zone. You don’t have to sleep in the same beds. For those of you with rooms that don’t have separate twin beds, the hotel has put rollaways in the closets.”

It quickly became apparent that everybody else was rooming with somebody of the opposite gender. There was no mistake. It was completely intentional. The moment Johnson stopped talking, some of the kids started shouting again, but it was no use.

“Will you guys stop complaining?” Mr. Johnson asked, irritably. “Can’t you appreciate what a tremendous opportunity you’ve been given? This isn’t going to be a problem unless you make it one. So please go back to your rooms and unpack. Get to you know your roommate. You’ll be spending the next two weeks with him or her.”

Mr. Johnson swept down the hall to his own room, leaving the crowd of students behind. Some had apparently been just following along and didn’t seem to mind the fact that they were rooming with somebody of the opposite gender.

A few grumbled, but returned to their rooms, as did Katherine and I. She said nothing as we walked back down the hall and into Room 1012.

I let her in first and shut the door afterwards. Katherine sighed and said, “So where is the rollaway?”

“Do you want the king bed instead?” I asked.

“No, you were here first, and besides, I want to be next to the window,” she replied. I hadn’t spent much time looking out the window, but when I pulled the curtain all the way back, I discovered the view was actually very nice.

I got the rollaway out of the closet and set it up for her. She went into the bathroom and began unpacking her cosmetics, blow-dryer, and whatever else she’d brought.

It was certainly going to be an interesting experience, I thought.

That evening, before we headed down to the general session, our floor met with Mr. Johnson and Miss Miller, who were the professors assigned to our floor. I gathered that the people who put all the guys and girls into the same rooms with each other had done so merely to shock us – get us out of our “comfort zone” they said – and that since we were a private college and it was written somehow into the travel agreements all our parents had signed – it was legal.

I had been uncomfortable with the idea at first, but now I thought it might be kind of fun. I’m not sure if Katherine thought the same way. She complained off and on at first, but then stopped, and didn’t seem to be angry at me or unhappy with the way things were going.

After dinner and the general session, we headed back to our rooms for the night. I made a point of not spying on Katherine or unduly bothering her. Maybe she took comfort in the fact that the bathroom was spacious, and it had a lock, so at least she could shower and undress privately.

A few days went by, and the senior class seemed to be having a lot of fun. When we weren’t attending seminars or edirne escort going on day trips, we were swimming in the hotel pool, enjoying the use of the fitness machines, sightseeing, shopping, and eating out at different restaurants.

It was perhaps the fourth day, or the fifth day, into the vacation when we took a day trip out to Cocoa Beach and Cape Canaveral. Katherine and I had different schedules, and we always let the other know what they were, so we could rendezvous to get together for meals and so forth, since we were supposed to be in groups to do that.

Anyway, the tour we were on was shorter than what had been planned for, so we came back to the hotel a couple hours early. I was actually pleased, because I hadn’t had much free time for the past couple days, and I thought I might watch some TV or something.

I got up to Room 1012, and opened the door to the room. I walked into the room….and froze.

Katherine was lying on the king bed. She was naked, and she was masturbating, rubbing her clit and moaning in pleasure. I’d always wondered how big her tits were, and now I could finally see them. They weren’t huge, but they weren’t tiny either – just the right size, probably 34Cs, I thought. Her pussy was gleaming because she’d obviously been masturbating, but apparently, she hadn’t climaxed yet.

I immediately dropped my backpack on the floor, speechless. At the same moment, Katherine suddenly realized I was there, and she screamed, though not that loudly. She grabbed the bath towel laying on the bed next to her and spread it out over her body.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “The tour ended early…so I came back to the room. I didn’t realize…” I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. For about twenty seconds neither of us spoke.

Then Katherine finally said, “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have been doing it. But it’s been a long time and I just had to get some relief. I hope I didn’t offend you or anything.”

“Not at all,” I reassured her. Then, somewhat jokingly, I said, “What kind of guy is offended at the sight of a naked woman?”

“I didn’t know you were interested in girls,” she said.

“Trust me…every guy is interested in girls, unless maybe he’s gay, and I’m certainly not gay,” I said.

“Well,” she said with a sigh, “as long as you’re here, you might as well give me your opinion.” She threw the towel off and fell back onto the bed so I could survey her. “What do you think?”

“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” I said. And I meant it. She had round, firm, perky tits, an angelic face, what looked to be a tight and inviting pussy, a shapely ass, and long, slender, legs. A body that practically every guy must dream of fucking.

She smiled. “How do I know you’re not just saying that?”

“Because it’s true!” I practically shouted. “I’m serious. You have a beautiful body – more than anybody could ask for.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she said.

“So where were you when I came in? Did you reach your climax?” I asked.

“No, I was almost there, and then you came in,” she replied.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” I said, firmly. “I don’t mind if you want to finish.”

“But I’ve never masturbated in front of anybody else before,” she said. “Besides…I don’t want you to think…”

I cut her off. “Nonsense. It’s a perfectly normal thing to do. I masturbate all the time, and you might be surprised to know that pretty much every other guy out there does, too.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I said. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me – why shouldn’t I join her? It might make her more comfortable, and make her feel better, if I was naked too. It seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do.

“In fact,” I said, “How about if I join you? I haven’t jerked off since I left home.”

Her eyes flickered with doubt for a second, but then she smiled, and said, “Really? You’d do that?”

“Why not? As long as you’re turning me on, I might as well get off too.” By now, of course, my cock was fully erect and straining against my pants, begging to be free.

“Okay. I’ve never actually seen a guy naked before,” she said. “This will be fun.”

I started undressing. “Not even in pictures?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, I’ve seen pictures, but this is the real thing,” she said.

I unbuttoned my shirt and flung that off. I suppose I have a fairly good physique for a guy – I run cross country, and that helps keep me in shape.

She watched me unzip my pants and take those off, and I also removed my socks. Finally, I pulled off my boxers, and my cock sprang free.

Her eyes widened as it came into view. She gulped. “It’s huge!” she said, in almost wonderment.

“Well, it’s not that big, but it isn’t small either. Certainly not when it’s erect,” I said with a smile. “Now, show me how you masturbate.”

“Well,” she said, “I don’t have any dildos or toys – I just use my hands, and sometimes the shower jet. I rub my clit with one hand and massage my boobs with the other. edirne escort bayan What do you do?”

“What most guys do,” I answered. “I stroke my cock. Like this.” I made a fist around the base of my erect cock and moved it up and down, then stopped. “Ready?” I asked.

“Sure, I guess,” she replied. She cupped her left breast with one of her hands and began squeezing it. With the other, she began rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and began to fall into a rhythm.

I watched her for about twenty seconds and then I began, too. I watched her as I furiously stroked my cock. I’d build up to where I felt I was going to cum, then slow down, and then speed up again. It took her a few minutes for her to get back to where she had been, and soon she was oblivious to me, moaning and writhing as she pleasured herself.

I decided to wait and hold my own orgasm until just after she came.

Soon, I heard her moaning, “Oh fuck yeah…I’m cumming….oh yeah…”

I glanced down at her pussy, which was now gleaming and very wet from all of her juices. I kept stroking my cock and watching her. Her fingers were slick and sticky from her orgasm. After twenty seconds or so she sat up and stared at my cock.

“Want to watch me cum?” I said, panting.

“Hell yes,” she said. So I began to stroke faster. And faster. And faster. I could feel it coming on.

“Shit,” I groaned. White, hot cum erupted from my cock, burst after burst, onto my chest, on the bed, and on the carpet. It was the most I’d ever cum in my entire life, and it lasted for half a minute.

“That was so hot,” Katherine said, excitedly. Her breasts bounced as she jumped off her side of the bed and she came around to where I was. She sat down right next to me and turned to look into my eyes.

“Ron, I want to say thank you,” she said. “You caught me, and you’ve been a true gentleman about it – you made me feel comfortable.”

“No problem, Katherine,” I said. “I really enjoyed that. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” she said. “Me too!”

We both just sat there for a few minutes, thinking, until finally Katherine said, “You know – since you’ve seen me naked, there’s really no point in getting dressed until we need to leave. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” I said. “When I have the house to myself I sometimes go naked as well. I think I’ll do the same thing.”

“I never really have the house to myself,” Katherine replied, smiling. “I’m always doing it in the bathroom or something.”

“Well, whenever you have the urge – feel free to masturbate,” I said. “I don’t mind at all.”

We watched TV for the next hour and then got ready for the evening. We were having a big formal dinner out at a fancy restaurant, and so I played the role of the gentleman, escorting Katherine down to the lobby and then to the restaurant. For the first time during the whole vacation, I felt like she was paying attention to me. We conversed over dinner and laughed during the ride there and back.

After what had happened that afternoon, I was horny, and I couldn’t wait to jerk off once we got back to the hotel. Katherine had dressed sexily for dinner, with a low cut blouse and a short, revealing skirt. On the way back to the hotel room she told me she wasn’t even wearing panties. This turned me on even more, and I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her.

When we got back into the hotel room, I threw off my clothes and laid back on the king bed. Katherine went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, and so I decided to wait for her. I picked up a magazine off the nightstand, that I’d brought, and began reading. But I wasn’t really focused on reading. I shut my eyes, still holding the magazine, and began fantasizing about Katherine.

I lost track of time, and was still daydreaming several minutes later, when I suddenly felt a hand on my cock. And then…a tongue licking the head of my penis. I dropped the magazine, just as Katherine lowered her mouth onto the top half of my cock, and began sucking me off. She was completely naked, and on all fours as she sucked.

“Katherine…what are you doing?” I asked, completely amazed, but also delighted.

She took her mouth of my cock and replied, “Giving you a blowjob. Don’t you want one?”

“Hell yeah, it’s just that I didn’t expect you to do that, all of a sudden.”

She smiled, and again took my cock in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and moving up and down the length of my shaft, taking careful pains not to let her teeth scrape it. I shuddered with pleasure. My cock was in heaven. I’d never felt this good before. Ever.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked.

She took her mouth off my cock again and replied, “No…this is the first time I’ve given a guy head. I’m only going off what I’ve seen and read.”

“Well, you’re damn good at it. Keep going,” I said.

She smiled, and again took my cock in her mouth, trying to take in more of it. She began to slide her mouth along my shaft faster and faster, lubricating it with lots of saliva. She cupped my balls with her hand, and I groaned with pleasure.

After a couple more minutes I could feel myself getting ready to cum. “Katherine, I’m going to cum,” I warned her. “You can take my cock out of your mouth if you want.”

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The assassin known as Wraith lurked in the shadows atop a roof just off Northmarket Street in Oldtown. She appeared to be a teen in certain lights, mid-twenties in others. In reality, she had the talent to make herself appear any age. She’d had so many names she’d lost the memory of her original one. She cared little about what others called her; to her, giving a being a name was an attempt to own them. Never again. In the past, she’d had many owners. The curse of her magic, the uncommon beauty of her elfin features and her huge lavender eyes had seen to that. They had all wanted to own her from her very first nanny, who had stolen her from a long-forgotten home to a host of others, all of whom wanted to “protect” her. That is until a more powerful being came along and took her away. That was the way life was—until Master had seen her potential and purchased her at an Oldtown slave market when she was twelve years old.

Master had turned her into a killer without peer.

As she waited for her target, she absently played with the braid she had twisted into her long green hair. kastamonu escort She was uncharacteristically tense. This job felt rushed—the planning slipshod., she never felt comfortable in the northern sector. It was too crowded. While it was easy to be invisible here, it was difficult to be unnoticed. To make matters worse, it was too close to the border of Lachlan Quinn’s world. She never took a contract in his world. There was always a risk of running into him. She had escaped him once. He thought her retired. She wanted to keep it that way.

She hated him. She had to force herself to stay away from him. All men fell at her feet—all men except him. All men and some women were bedazzled by her beauty—except him. Her slightest whims made all men easy fools—all men except him. And she’d found that men were liars and cheats—all men except him.

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She mentally shook herself. Her targets arrived. It was time for action.

The tall female who was the eldest of the Dragon’s daughters emerged into out of an alley with three mountain troll enforcers as bodyguards. They were for show, the assassin knew, no being with any sense messed with a dragon shifter. The trolls fanned out and secured the street against any gawkers foolish enough to involve themselves in Dragon Bank business. She languidly took a seat across from the waiting vampire.

The assassin took a couple of beats to admire the colorful silk robes the two women wore.

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The vampire waved him away, leaned in and began to speak.

It was time.

She ran through a practiced breath exercise to center herself and muttered a prayer to her dead master’s god, as she had done a hundred times before. Good routines made for successful missions. She gingerly selected one of the carefully prepared shurikens from her pouch. She silently arose from her hiding spot, took a step and kicked over her water bottle. The sound was slight but enough to alert one of the vampire’s amazon bodyguards who looked up and spotted her. She instantly leaped to push the two diners apart, only to take the loosed star in her side. The amazon began convulsing immediately as the powerful toxin that coated the point took effect. She collapsed seconds later.

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“Girl, I can’t believe you are excited about getting that shitty assignment,” Angie sat her legal pad with her notes down on her desk in the cubical she shared with Rebecca.

“Any story can be a big break,” Rebecca’s tone had become sarcastic as she shook her head mockingly looking at Angie.

“You are right, just not Mothman,” Angie burst out with laughter.

“I mean my dad is a businessman, and my mother is a lawyer. You don’t think they will be proud of their daughter who graduated from Marshall with a Journalism degree doing a story about the Mothman festival?” Rebecca stuck out her tongue to finish her question.

“I tell you what, i’ll by your lunch if you get more comments on your story than I do on my assignment,” Angie knew Becca couldn’t resist a challenge.

Becca knew that Angie’s assignment was cake. She was reporting on the upcoming Gubernatorial election, and would obviously get a ton of interest. “You got a bet bitch,” Becca shook on it to seal the deal.

A few short weeks later, Becca was arriving for her weekend stay in Pt. Pleasant, a small modest town in north western West Virginia. She pulled into her hotel on Main Street, the Lowe Hotel. This hotel was the place the locals told her to stay at to get the best experience of the festival. The hotel was a nice looking building on the outside. The inside was amazing!

There was a beautiful dining room, which housed breakfast at the moment. And Angie thought I had the shit assignment. Smiling at her thoughts, she approached the front desk to check in.

“Welcome to the Lowe Hotel, and welcome to the home of the Mothman festival. How may I assist you today ma’am?” This woman is really proud of her small town American job.

“Yes, I should have a room booked through the Herald Dispatch for Rebecca Martin,” Becca slid her ID across the counter to verify her identity.

The older woman put on her glasses and looked over to Becca, and then back to the ID. “What a pretty young woman,” she said as she handed the ID back.

Hoping that she wasn’t going to try to interest Becca in any younger grandsons, as happens in most towns she is sent to, “thank you, I’m here to do a story on the festival, any tips from a local?” Becca tried to alter the subject with her question.

“First time in Point Pleasant?” The desk attendant asked.

“Yes ma’am. I have recently graduated from Marshall but have not been to this area,” Becca took the room key she was handed and placed it in her purse.

“Coming for the festival you should visit the old TNT area. It will get crowded tomorrow as most guests start to arrive on Friday. That’s the place where they used to spot the Mothman. It’s a wildlife sanctuary now, and get very dark at night,” the woman spoke like she had been here many times.

“Okay awesome I will give it a go, anything for a good story,” Becca was grabbing her luggage and walking away.

“Be careful young lady, strange things happen here, you watch out for yourself,” the woman seemed to have more to say, but then Becca’s phone rang. She looked at the screen to see it was Angie.

“Angie, you couldn’t let me get to my hotel before you called to give me a hard time?” Becca was headed up the stairs to her floor.

“I just got to mine too. Girl let me tell you, the guy that was checking into the hotel behind me, phew my jaw bout hit the floor,” Becca could already tell where this was going.

“Already flirting with the men there huh?” Becca chuckled.

“If God puts things in front of me, well you know what I gotta do. Momma needs a man to take care of her. Enough about me, how’s podunk?” Angie actually sounded like she was curious.

“The area here next to the hotel is actually not bad. I mean I won’t be taking any romantic get aways here,” Angie was giggling on the other end, “but the people are nice. The lady at the desk just told me to go check out an old area where they used to spot Mothman,” Becca was interrupted as Angie chimed in.

“I can see it now, “My First Glimpse of Mothman” an article by Rebecca Martin. You may win the Pulitzer for that,” Angie chuckled again.

“I got a better chance of winning the Pulitzer for Mothman than you do with Mcdreamy there at your hotel,” Becca waited for the response.

“Oh shit, look at you with that burn. You are prolly right, I gotta focus on beating your ass on this assignment anyways. I was thinking that we should up the odds, got to give you something to work for and make Mothman worthwhile,” Angie said.

“I’m listening,” Becca was afraid of what Angie was going to come up with.

“We are going to take a weekend vacation to Myrtle Beach and the winner gets free drinks, the loser pays for the nights at the bar. Makes it a little be more of a contest rather than just lunch,” Angie finished her thought.

“I can be down for that. Better stock up your wallet, cause I’m kütahya escort coming in hot!” And with that Becca hung up the phone for dramatic appeal.

Becca got her clothes out and, and organized her items in her room. She was looking through the “things to do binder” that was on the desk by her window. She saw that there was a statue and a museum dedicated to Mothman just a few streets away. She decided to spend her Thursday getting to know the monster of Point Pleasant.

She walked across the street and down a block, and saw the statue of Mothman in the center of the street. There was a family here taking pictures of each child doing poses next to Mothman. Becca noticed that the backside on the statue was very muscular, and thought how strange for the sculptor to portray a monster as ripped, especially in the gluteal region.

When she came to the front of the statue she saw it’s red eyes, and immense wings, the statue was done in silver except the eyes. She noticed that the statue had abs. Apparently Mothman was a gym rat. Becca chuckled at her own thought. She took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the statue so that she could add the description into her story.

“Would you like me to take your picture next to the statue? Everyone needs proof they saw Mothman,” A mans voice came from behind her.

Becca turned around to see exactly what she pictured being at the Mothman festival the following day. The man was in his 40’s with long graying brown hair, which did not seem to ever get brushed, thick rimmed glasses, and an “I Believe” t shirt with a cartoon image of Mothman. The man was chubby although only in the belly region. Becca responded, “no sir. I am actually here to do a story for the paper and like to snap pictures to help me remember details for the story.”

“Ah a journalist, so I take it you’ve never been to see the festival? What about coming to visit Point Pleasant outside of festival time?” The man asked.

“This is my first time. I’m not from here. I went to college at Marshall, and now I work at the newspaper in Huntington, but I moved from out of state,” Becca explained.

“Did you know that we also have a museum dedicated to all we know of Mothman?” The man asked while pointing towards the door it appeared he had come out of.

“Yeah I was actually headed there next, and then on to the TNT farm to do a quick look around before all the people start to get here,” Becca was turned back and looking at the statue again.

“You’re in luck, I own the museum. First time visit is on me, just put in a good word during your story,” he started to walk to the other side of the building, “follow me and I’ll get you started.”

Becca took another quick picture and followed the man to the front of the building. As they approached the corner she saw all of the souvenirs in the window and the title “Worlds Only Mothman Museum”. They walked into the front door and it was there Becca saw the prices for entry. It was $20 per person to visit the museum.

“Thank you for allowing me to come here for free,” Becca began to look around the building.

“No problem, like I said put in a good word. Feel free to ask me any questions while you are here as well. Some might say that I am a subject matter expert,” He was now sitting behind what appeared to be his desk at the side of the front entrance.

Becca took in the surroundings of the museum. There were a lot of “aisles” to walk down. Most paths had glass cases with artifacts, or magazine and newspaper articles. There was a giant life sized statue of Mothman in one corner, and in another corner a TV was playing the Mothman story from one of those creature shows on TV.

She started the museum on the aisle that said “start here”, it also had an arrow. Nice, very smooth Becca thought to herself. The first aisle housed the story of the first sightings of the Mothman. It seemed that young couples would go out to this old TNT area, which was as she found out a WWll munitions plant, and would report their sightings. They described a massive winged creature with red glowing eyes.

She continued reading through these newspaper articles from November of 1978, and then reached the end of the aisle. She saw that the aisle turned and went back for her to read down the other side. The first page she read told of the silver bridge disaster. One of the bridges that connected Point Pleasant to Ohio collapsed in December of 1978. 46 people died when the bridge collapsed.

Becca moved through all the stories related to the bridge collapse and then reached the stories of people who said they saw Mothman on the bridge right before the collapse. He was supposedly on the 13th pillar of the bridge, and he was a warning. Becca, not one to believe in this sort of thing breezed through these accounts and came to more pop culture artifacts.

There were a lot of set pieces from the early 2000’s movie, “The Mothman Prophecies”. There malatya escort was a rug that Richard Geere used to warm up, his leather notebook, etc. Again Becca was breezing through this when she turned as she thought the man had said something to her. She turned back and realized it was the TV in the corner. The man from the desk was the one talking on the show, Matt Turner.

“Hey that’s you on the show!” Becca was excited.

“Oh that, yeah I’ve done a ton of TV shows about Mothy,” Matt said.

“Okay I do have some questions if you don’t mind,” Becca waited for him to say it was okay, after he nodded she continued, “what’s up with the statue, why does he look human, like ripped, upright, etc?”

“Well when we commissioned to have the statue built, we used a combination of all first hand sightings. If you notice the statue that is in the corner over here,” Matt got up from behind his desk and pointed at the statue, “that is another first hand perspective of what was described.”

“They are a bit different, still both very human like. This one appears more moth like and the statue outside appears more superhero,” Becca stated.

“The one outside was built two years before my museum. It was sculpted by Bob Roach. He also constructed the one in here, although this one was done from my personal sighting,” Matt said, as if he was trying to hide this fact.

“Wait, you personally saw Mothman?” Becca was intrigued, although she didn’t know why. This seemed exactly what you would think of this strange character.

“Yes ma’am, saw him in the mid 90’s. I was on a date, I was driving my date back on the old TNT farm when she noticed him flying out from the tree line. We watched him fly across the road and into the other side of trees. I had been doing research for some time on his sightings and had been telling her the stories as we drove. We got out of the car, and that’s when he flew down above the roof of my sedan. It seemed to be a warning as he didn’t speak or make any noise but just flew off. That there in the corner is exactly what I saw, although the wings were spread,” Matt finished as he looked over at Becca.

“Wow that’s pretty damn scary. What happened to this lady friend of yours?” Becca was trying to see if she had another lead lined up.

“Your guess is as good as mine. Never heard from her again. I assume she packed her shit and fled town. The Moth seemed to have looked at her more than myself I’m not sure if that made her more fearful or what,” Matt shrugged from behind his desk.

“Yeah I’m not going to lie, I’d have left too,” Becca chuckled, “about the bri…” suddenly Becca’s phone began to ring. She looked down, and saw it was Angie and put it on silent. “Sorry about that, can you tell me more about the Mothman’s interaction with the bridge?”

“I’m not sure there’s a lot more to tell. They say he is a omen, a warning if you will. Funny thing is he seems to show up every 7-8 years,” Matt said smiling.

“Wait, there’s a pattern?” Becca was jotting notes down on her phone now.

“For sure, it’s like something calls it back. First time that we know of was in 1978-1979 area. The second time was a sighting around 1986, an older couple that was out watching for birds spotted him. Then my sighting came next in 1994. After that there were a few people who claimed to have sightings, but the only one that seemed plausible was a worker at the wildlife reserve, which is where the TNT farm used to be. The worker spotted him coming out of one of the old TNT buildings. The 2002 and 2010 spottings were very similar to this. It has been 10 years since he was last seen,” Matt finished his historical story.

“Do you think that maybe it is gone?” Becca asked inquisitively.

“Honestly it seems like he’s waiting, for what I don’t know,” Matt finished as someone else walked into the museum.

“Thank you for all your insight today sir I really appreciate you helping me out,” Becca shook Matt’s hand and exited through the front of the building.

By the time Becca got out and shut the door Angie was calling again.

“Hello, Angie, is everything okay?” Becca asked as she picked up the phone.

“Yes. I just had to tell you how my story was going so far,”

“Oh my god, I thought something had happened to you,” Becca knew Angie never continuously called when they were both on assignment. “What’s up? This better be good.”

“Well you know the guy I was talking about earlier? He just asked me to get drinks tonight after the gubernatorial debate!” Angie was bursting with joy.

“Wow that was fast, maybe he wants in your pants,” Becca was always giving Angie grief about how she always slept with men on the first date.

“Of course he does, who wouldn’t,” Angie chuckled.

“Better be careful, don’t find any crazies out there. Speaking of, I just met the owner of the Mothman museum. Total creep, he even said he personally saw him. He’s one of those guys on batman escort the monster shows. Seemed like he had a super weird fascination with the creature,”

“Sounds like he wants in your pants,” Angie said sarcastically.

“Ew, I hope your guy turns out to like men, and just wants to be friends,” Becca said sarcastically.

“Alright, alright, I gotta get back to doing actual journalism. You should get back to looking for clues Nancy Drew,” Angie was the first to hang up this time.

“Bitch,” Becca muttered as she put her phone back into her pocket. She walked back to her car, parked on the street in front of the hotel. She got in and pulled up directions to the TNT farm. She took the quick 10 minute drive, and pulled off onto the road which led through the old munitions area.

This area is now a wildlife reserve, where animals can roam free from a lot of human interaction. The road was not well taken care of, it was more potholes than road really. The amazing part was how remote this place seemed. There were some pull off spots where you could just look out into nature, Becca chose one of these to pull over and take in the scenery. When she got out she noticed how quiet it was. There was no sounds other than wind and birds.

Becca stayed here for 15 minutes before continuing deeper into the area. She began seeing the old bunker looking buildings of the munitions area. She had to admit looking at the sight of some of these places was enough to be fearful, let alone if you saw something out of place in the dark of night. It was the beginnings of any ghost hunter stories you see on TV; it was old, abandoned, screeched when the wind blew, rusty, and large enough to hold numerous secrets.

Lots of stories Becca seen in the newspaper clippings had stated that the sightings of Mothman were military related. Some said that it was a test flight suit, secret operations, etc. Becca could see how these things could be true as she made a turn around in the road and began to head back. She wanted to get back to the hotel before dark to begin writing her article, but also because this place was giving her the creeps.

Becca got back out on the highway and headed for the hotel. She stopped by a drugstore and got a few snacks to tide her over for the night and pulled up to her spot on Main Street. The attendant at the desk earlier had told her that it is difficult to find parking after Thursday, so she did all her running today knowing she may not get another chance.

Becca spent her night on the beginnings of her article, talking about the people and the atmosphere of Point Pleasant. She fell asleep to the TV in the background and her laptop on her lap. When she awoke, she was astounded by the fact that she did not remember dreaming. She was certain she would end up with a scary dream.

She took a long hot shower, and began to get her clothes ready. Becca was delighted in the weather outside. She wore a low cut white top, a new push up bra, and a black skirt. She was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to adjust her cleavage. With her shortened black hair, she was seeing herself as Courtney Cox in Scream. Becca knew that she could use sex appeal to get some good interviews.

The good genes she got were athleticism genes. She worked out 4 days a week every week. She was thin, but muscular. She did a lot of squats with her friends, which gave her the roundness of her backside. She was always watching to see if men would check it out as she walked by. The thing genetics fucked her on was boobs. Her boobs weren’t even half a handful. She had asked her parents for the money to get bigger boobs if she graduated with honors from college. Now Becca is able to sport more than a handful, and gets many opportunities because of how they fit in tops.

Becca gave her body a nice shake to see how they looked as she moved. She bent over forward to make sure that they weren’t going to topple out, then grabbed her phone and small backpack purse and headed downstairs. As she went down the steps she could see outside that people were already lining the streets. She hurried down the steps and out the door.

Once she got to the street she looked around and saw there were about a hundred people here so far, most congregated near the statue. She noticed that there were also vendor carts set up on the street now, although not opened yet.

“Heeelllooo how are you?” A tall bearded man asked Becca.

“I’m doing well thank you. And yourself?” She replied.

“Better now that you are here, here with your husband?” As the man asked Becca saw him stare directly at her tits.

“Here on business, and I’d like to get back to it if you don’t mind,” Becca went around a group behind the man and started for the other side of the square. Becca was afraid that the man was following her, she turned to check, and saw he had moved on to another woman, creep. Becca was approaching a group of younger women when her phone rang.

“Angie, I was wondering about you,” Becca said laughingly.

“Got a little tied up last night to call,” Angie sounded winded.

“Date went well I see,” Becca said noticing the group of young girls were smiling at her.

“Well no sex if that’s what you mean,” Angie replied.

“I wasn’t hinting at that,” Becca chuckled.

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My girlfriend Alyssa and I had been together for 3 years we both enjoyed going out to elegant social events and I especially loved taking her out and watching her get all dressed up for some of our outings which included fancy dinners, rooftop bars, and mingling with some of our friends and acquaintances at their million dollar homes.

Alyssa and I had always enjoyed our kinks and had been super honest with each other about what we liked in bed. Alyssa loved rough sex having her hair pulled and being choked and while I wasn’t super into that I always was able to do that for her in bed and always made her have an orgasm. Our sex life was great, and I was also open with her about what I was into… I was really into feet but more specifically women that wore heels and looked really elegant/classy and hard to get; it was always my fantasy to sort of unwrap what others couldn’t have… I was really into women that wore closed toe Christian Louboutin heels because of the toe cleavage they showed it left it up to imagination what a women’s toes actually looked like and anytime a women wore those shoes it was a huge tease for me

This is why I also loved taking Alyssa out as she always exclusively wore Christian Louboutin heels and sexy tight dresses that made you wonder what was underneath. Alyssa was very sexy Latina 5’4″ slim fit but with a set of perky D cup titties and curvy ass she always took care of her body at the gym and had beautiful mocha tan skin with long black hair that went down to her ass. She also had striking green eyes and was always well kept with a weekly mani/pedi she either always had a set of French tips or all white on her toes. Which I was a sucker for; whenever we went out she was always the most beautiful women in the room.

Alyssa would also always indulge my fetish and wear her Christian Louboutins out with me she would never take them off as she thought it wasn’t classy for a women to take off her heels no matter how bad her feet hurt. Since she knew my fetish she would always wait until we got home and let me take off her louboutins to massage and suck her toes after I gave her a rough fucking. Alyssa also knew that I loved being the only one that got to do this and see her toes so she had promised to never take off her heels whenever we go out otherwise I would be jealous that someone could have caught a glimpse of her perfectly pedicured French tip toes

Naturally going out to our social outings men would always be checking Alyssa out and try to make conversation with her but Alyssa was too in love with me to ever care or engage in conversation with any other man. At times I would even be insecure because their were celebrities in Alyssa’s Instagram DMs and at our outings at times there would be tall

Muscular wealthy attractive men who would always try to flirt with Alyssa yet she would never reciprocate or give them the time of day which I loved. Alyssa would often tell me how much she hated the attention she got at times and how all these men gave her the ick

It became understood in our social circle that Alyssa was totally in love with me and would literally be by my side all night. This almost made her even more attractive as some men saw it almost as a challenge to get her attention and engage in a conversation with them.

That is until something changed

We had gotten an invitation from a friend go to a very famous comedians home in Hollywood Hills for a big party at his mansion. This was nothing unusual as we regularly got invited went to A-list parties.

I had told Alyssa of the party this Saturday night and she was excited to go mingle have some drinks and comeback home to fuck per our usual routine. Alyssa spent the day shopping for sexy dresses to attend the party and as always was wearing her black So Kate Christian Louboutin heels she knew I loved. When she got home she began to model the dress for me… Babe! Come check out this amazing silky black short dress I got from Neiman, it goes perfect with my louboutins…. Alyssa looked stunning in her little black dress her perky titties were practically pouring out of her dress but at the same time looked very elegant… What do you think? She said; I told her she looked super sexy! and that everyone was going to be checking her out… You know I’m only yours right? Are you going to choke me when we get home bakırköy escort daddy? We’ll see if you behave I said… She loved the tease I played, Babe can we not be out too long tonight my feet actually really hurt since I’ve been shopping in these louboutins all day and I have a mani/pedi and hair appointment tomorrow Alyssa said.. Don’t worry Babe we’ll be back home soon I can’t wait to take off your dress and suck your toes… Alyssa blushed as she squeezed her beautiful French pedicured toes back into her louboutins and put on her anklet and toe ring to accessorize… Ready she said

We pulled up to the mansion party their were A-List celebrities everywhere and as Alyssa and I got off the car and entered the front door all eyes were on her; her presence was definitely noted as she strutted alongside my arm in her short black dress, Louboutin heels, titts peering out and her beautiful long black hair down to her curvy ass and as usual was the most beautiful women in the room and I had her all to myself! We walked up to the rooftop bar and had a few cocktails. Alyssa and I were enjoying ourselves and as we were mingling with our usual friend group one of the girls Adrienne in our friend group introduced a man named David.

David was short around 5’6″ and stalky although not very muscular he had a decent build but looked like an average Joe. He was wearing a blazer and denim jeans and I knew I didn’t have to be on guard as Alyssa definitely wouldn’t be giving him the time of day she was out of his league.

David was polite and introduced himself to everyone including myself and Alyssa – we greeted David in exchange. Adrienne had mentioned that David was an up and coming comedian and he was in town for the weekend he also happened to be great friends with the owner of the mansion and was staying at the mansion for the weekend.

After a few more drinks it was apparent that David was a comedian as he was making everyone laugh including myself and Alyssa… Alyssa began to become really fond of David and as we all had more drinks it almost appeared as Alyssa was becoming flirtatious as she would give David a light touch on his arm after every laugh she had. This was a strange for me to see as Alyssa never gave anyone that much attention or engaged in conversation for that long. As I was analyzing the situation I noticed David was definitely checking out Alyssa he could not stop starting at the cleavage of her titts in that tight dress she was wearing. David also starting looking down a lot at her Christian Louboutins I couldn’t help but wonder if he was admiring her toe cleavage in her heels. Alyssa had been standing in her louboutins for some time and her feet were starting to hurt so she was alternating her standing leg and dipping her feet in and out of her heels while talking to David but not enough for anyone to see her toes. Although you could tell her feet were sweaty and swollen from being in her heels all day She caught David looking at her Shoeplay and smiled but quickly put her heels on so her toes were not visible. I saw her smile at David when she caught him looking and this put me on edge

Our group eventually made our way from the Bar and into a seating lounge where we could sit and sip our drinks. Things were definitely off at this point, it seemed as if Alyssa had totally forgot I was there and was laughing at every joke David told. I was starting to get jealous but then reminded myself Alyssa was out of David’s league and Alyssa had always said all other men give her the ick which was true as she never responded to celebrity DMs or the other men who would try to hit on her.

But this time something felt different, as we sat down at the lounge Alyssa had sat next to David on one couch and I sat on a single chair to the side which made me upset there was also another sofa across where our friends Adrienne and another friend sat. Once Alyssa sat down she looked down at her feet enclosed in her so Kate louboutins she crossed her legs and began to move her ankle around as her feet were hurting. You could see her tan mocha skin red from where the side of her heels made contact with her pinky toe and the side of her foot. Her feet were red and swollen

David took note of this and asked Do your feet hurt being in those heels? A little but nothing I can’t handle said Alyssa. You know I bahçelievler escort give the best foot massages and your feet look really sore… It’s ok I’m fine Alyssa said… I was glad to hear Alyssa shut this down as that was my treat at the end of the night and David definitely couldn’t massage her feet let alone see her beautiful French pedicure toes… that was reserved for my eyes only and Alyssa knew this

However before Alyssa could finish her sentence our friend Adrienne chimed in and said “Girl, you have to take David up on his offer he really gives the best foot massages” Is that so, Alyssa said? David quickly interjected and said “try me and find out” Alyssa seemed turned on by his quick comment she didn’t know what to say and by this time our friend group was urging Alyssa to let David massage her feet.. “You never take off your louboutins and those shoes hurt girl” another girl in our friend group said… Alyssa didn’t know what to do she seemed shocked and aroused at the same time by David’s confidence, she looked at me with a quick glance but seemed helpless

I was furious as I couldn’t fathom the thought of my sexy hard to get girlfriend getting a foot massage by some other man and taking off her louboutins let alone other people seeing her sexy French tip pedicured toes… That was a right reserved for me it was our thing

I didn’t say anything but Alyssa knew I was not happy – how could I interject and tell Alyssa she was not allowed to in front of everyone, I couldn’t – it would make me look weak and expose my fetish to some degree.

After Alyssa’s quick glance at me she could tell I was heated but for once she seemed not to care and was too turned on to say no to David it was as if it that moment without reason her guard completely fell and she was now falling for David

“Ok but I’ve been in the heels all day and they’re a little sweaty do you mind” she replied to David, of course not David replied … Alyssa then bent over with her long black hair draping over her shoulders and she removed the Louboutin heel from her foot at first you can see how red her feet were and how sweaty they were from being enclosed in her louboutins all day. She took off her heel slowly as if almost teasing when she finally completely removed her heel she gasped a sigh of relief “Oh my god my feet are so red” she said – her feet had red marks left by her heels and everyone could now finally see Alyssa’s bare toes … exposed her beautiful French tip toes were finally out of her heels and everyone in our group was looking.

She placed her foot on David’s lap and David looked like a kid in a candy store. He couldn’t help but tell Alyssa she had nice feet… Thanks Alyssa said as she looked at her french pedicured toes on David’s lap in shock herself of what she had just done… “How often do you get pedicures?” Asked David; Once a week Alyssa said I always go with White or French Tip… You should try going without any nail polish for once David teased… I’ll think about it Alyssa said… David reached down and took off Alyssa’s other Louboutin heel himself and placed her foot on his lap… Alyssa seemed speechless staring at David’s hand on her toes she began to blush and her mouth opened as she looked turned on by what had happened. Her titts grew more perky as blood rushed and she was getting aroused.

At this point our friend group was watching Alyssa get a foot massage by David his hands rubbing her sweaty, soft and tender French pedicured toes that had been encased in her louboutins all day. This was definitely out of character for Alyssa but she seemed to enjoy David’s foot massage and gasped as he was rubbing her feet.

I tried to play it cool and left to the bar for another drink but it was as if I no longer existed to Alyssa she was so entranced with David that she didn’t notice me leave and I could see her and David having a good conversation as he was rubbing her feet on the couch. The men that had always tried hitting on Alyssa passed her and David and smirked as Alyssa had finally been taken – her sexy French tip toes were on display for everyone to see as they passed by.

I noticed Alyssa get up put her heels back on and head to the restroom upstairs after 30 seconds I looked down at my phone and see she had texted me “Babe I’m so sorry I felt pressured” I’ll şirinevler escort make it up to you” “Can we just go home” ” I know you’re upset” As I read those messages I then saw David go upstairs to follow her. I went upstairs to get Alyssa but it took me about 5 minutes to head up as I navigated the crowded party

By the time I got upstairs I saw David talking to Alyssa he had walked her over to his room the door was still open and I decided to just listen to what he was telling her and see if Alyssa would make a mistake. I wanted to sort of test her… David was whispering something into Alyssa’s ear I could not hear but Alyssa seemed to be turned on and fighting her urges I heard her say “David I can’t do anything I have a boyfriend” “please stop” David then whispered something else into her ear and Alyssa seemed so aroused she looked down at her heels as if she didn’t know what to do but at that moment she looked up and looked at David with a striking glare and said “I can’t believe I’m doing this” she grabbed David and said “fuck me”

At that moment there was no going back Alyssa’s guard was completely down she had surrendered to David and now David was in complete control. David quickly grabbed Alyssa and they had an uncontrollable make out session. He was very dominant which is what Alyssa loved and he threw her onto his bed. Alyssa was so aroused I could already hear her moaning “fuck me”

I decided enough was enough I stormed into the room and yelled Babe!! Wtf are you doing!! Alyssa looked up at me as if she was defenseless she was biting her lip and said “I’m sorry Baby please go” I was shocked at her response and to save the dignity I had left I exited the room however I stayed close to the door listening in hopes Alyssa would come to her senses

What I heard next was not the case and I could see David threw the crack of the door bend Alyssa over her long hair covering one side of her face down to her ass. David kept her sexy Dress on but moved her thong to the side and had his hand over her throat and his other hand grabbed her titty as it poured out of Alyssa’s dress… Alyssa was moaning loud she was loving David’s cock and I could hear Alyssa saying “Yes,Yes,Yes like that daddy” David then took off her dress and began fucking her in missionary position Alyssa’s legs were spread wide open and I could hear him clapping her cheeks she was getting fucked rough… Alyssa’s Louboutin heels were over David’s shoulders as she was getting fucked and then I finally heard Alyssa yell out a loan moan as she had an orgasm… David was also about to finish but before he did; he took off Alyssa’s black so Kate Louboutin heels and sucked on her toes which made Alyssa moan in ecstasy even louder he then came all over her sexy French tip pedicured toes.

Alyssa looked tired as she had finished her orgasm and basically turned over to sleep David cuddled her and still had his hand in her titty as he went to sleep as well.

I had left the party furious at what happened and made the decision to never speak to Alyssa again.

When Alyssa awoke the next morning she could not believe what had happened out of all men she got fucked by David an average looking man. She had always been so hard to get but now her reputation within her social circle was damaged. She would no longer be the most sought after women now that she had given herself up to David an average looking Joe. Alyssa remembered she had a Mani/Pedi and hair appointment that morning but it seemed as if it didn’t matter anymore regardless she still went to the salon.

When she got to the salon she realized that she wanted to reinvent herself after what had happened she wanted to go for a natural look and decided not to get any nail polish on her hands and even on her toes as she watched the nail technician remove her beautiful French tip toe nail polish. Her feet were no longer sexied up as she stared at her natural bare feet wondering where do I go wrong… She also cut her long hair down to shoulder length and was no longer an “IT” girl

Alyssa came to collect her things from my apartment and I noticed the drastic changes she made, I didn’t ask any questions and let her collect her shit and leave.

Fast forward 3 years I decided to stalk Alyssa on Instagram and found she had made an onlyfans link in her bio. Being curious I went to her onlyfans and saw her selling videos of herself getting railed by the same guys she once rejected and told me gave her the “ick” I guess they finally got their turn with her.. I even saw a video she sold for $49.99 of her getting gangbanged by 4 huge BBCs. That was the last I knew about her

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——Kristen——

This is all about 5 years after the events of the last post. Ben and I stayed together, and for about a year and a half/two years Mark exerted full control over the both of us. And Jen. And Lindsey. I know Lindsey didn’t really show up in our stories much, and honestly I never really met her. About a year after we moved away she had gotten back together with Caleb, and Mark said they had ‘come to an understanding’ but he wouldn’t provide more details than that.

Ben got a really good job in another state. It was a tough time for us, as I had to choose. Move with him, or keep fucking Mark. The ultimatum I was worried might someday come for me had arrived. It really tested me, and us. But ultimately my love for Ben overshadowed my need for Mark’s cock. Ben and I found other ways to give me a big dick fix, and while the toys and roleplay weren’t the same, it was something.

Jen and Tom actually got married. As far as I’m aware Tom never found out about Mark, at least he hasn’t yet. Jen got pregnant about a month or so after we left town. She was initially PANICKED in texts with me, but they became kind of braggy over time. It all came off very territorial. Like there was some unspoken competition between us that she had won. Mark pumping a baby inside of her was a decisive victory in her eyes.

And fuck, I hated how much I envied her. I was getting older, I had brought up motherhood to Ben but he wanted to get everything settled in our new location first. Which I mean, I understood, but it’s HARD to fight off the urges you get as you age. I wasn’t exactly careful with Mark either at the beginning. I got on birth control shortly after everything started and we realized that Mark cumming inside of me was going to be a common occurence.

Her texts started grating on me, and eventually I stopped replying. Though I did hate follow them on Facebook and would check from time to time to see if Tom had found out yet and torched their relationship. It was a petty reason to not like someone, but there was a nagging part of me that wished I was carrying Mark’s child. Maybe that was just a side effect of not having a real man’s cock inside of me for so long.

We did settle in to our new lives in the new location and things became routine. I got a work-from-home job and spent my days on that while Ben went out to his job. He’d come home, we’d watch TV, and a few nights a week we’d play with toys and talk about how much I need a real good fucking. We never considered finding another man to fuck, I didn’t believe anyone else could satisfy the itch I had.

We were happy, even if things had become kind of routine and boring, the comfort and security that came with it more than made up for the lack of excitement. I missed the days when I had the best of both worlds, but this wasn’t a bad life.

Of course, I wouldn’t be writing this part if something didn’t come along and shake everything up.

It was a normal afternoon when I got the text. I was on my lunch break, eating a sandwich and browsing reddit before going back to work when I heard the text notification.

Mark – 1 Unread message.

My heart jumped in my chest. We texted occasionally, but not being able to be present with each other made it much less exciting and less frequent. Still, every time I saw his name light up my phone I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. I opened it.

“You two still live in -city name-? My brother is getting married near there, thought we could catch up?”

My heart was racing. No fucking way right? I mean come on, “catch up” sure bud we both know what you meant. But God I certainly wouldn’t be UNHAPPY if it went that way. I hadn’t seen Mark in years, it would be fun to catch up on things. It would be even more fun to do what he surely had in mind. But man, I wasn’t expecting this.

“We do. When is it?” I replied.

“I’m coming up tonight so I can meet any time for the next week or so if you’re available.” He responded.

I agreed, of course, and sent him my address. We worked out a time for him to stop by the next day. It would be a Friday, so I set myself to take a day off of work. I convinced myself that Ben didn’t need to know about Mark coming by. Maybe I was worried he’d say no if I told him. Maybe I just wanted to recapture that ‘sneaking around’ feeling that was so intoxicating at the beginning of this all.

Regardless, I kept my little secret from Ben that night. And passed the hours before Mark’s arrival with a level of nerves I hadn’t felt in years.

I didn’t get all done up for him like I had in the past. I wasn’t the girl who was so desperate for validation that I would bend over backwards to make myself look as sexy as possible to squeak out a compliment or two anymore. We were either going to hang out and catch up, or he was going to fuck my goddamn brains out behind my boyfriends back. What was going to happen, was going to happen no matter how much effort I put in to my appearance today.

I sat on reddit, listening to some music in the background as the hours topkapi escort moved by at a tortuously glacial pace. Eventually though, there was a knock at my door.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and opened it.

“Hey you!” Mark said, classic bright smile plastered on his face.

He looked just the same. His large frame took up the entirety of the doorway and my perception of myself as an independent, powerful, changed woman reverted right back to the small girl who gave myself to him years ago. I fought the feeling, trying to regain my composure. The thoughts of all the things he had done to me fought back.

“Come on in! It’s nice to see you!” I said, trying to sound chipper and not betray the war that was going on inside of me.

I moved to the side to allow him in, he passed by me and very obviously looked me up and down as he entered, a cocky smile on his face.

“No Ben? I was hoping to catch up with both of you today.” He said as he leaned and sat on the back of our couch in the middle of the living room.

I closed the door, and tried to fight the shivering feeling of nerves and arousal that had been growing in me all day.

“No he’s at work, he usually gets home around 6 so it’ll be a few hours. Can I get you a drink?” I asked, locking eyes with him and trying to show that I’m not just the submissive, obedient, plaything who obeys his every word anymore. I didn’t want him to lock on to the ‘Ben won’t be back for hours’ thing and think I invited him over to fuck or something.

“Sure, I’ll take a shot of something if you have it” He laughed, and I couldn’t agree more. A little liquid anxiolytic would go a long way. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed Ben’s favorite whiskey and started pouring us each a little glass.

“How’ve things been with you? Now that yours and Jen’s kid is growing up, I’m sure you guys are back at it. Everything cool on that front?” I asked, letting some of the venom I had stored for Jen spill into my voice.

“My what?” Mark almost choked on the words, laughing as I returned to the living room and handed him his glass.

“Jen’s baby, last her and I talked she was saying it was yours. I imagine that complicated things.” I said, clinking his glass with mine before taking a deep drink.

“Oh god no. The kid looks just fucking like Tom, there’s a 0 percent chance he’s mine. She rarely let me finish inside anyway. Not like you.” He said, raising his glass and giving me a small smile before downing his drink.

I can’t say that didn’t feel good. Fuck you Jen, for bragging up a storm about how Mark put that baby in you. Fuck you for making me feel bad for you at first when you were panicking. I’M the one who took more of Mark’s cum anyway.

Jesus, I was really reveling in the fact that Mark saw me as more willing to take his cum. Shit maybe he was fucking lying, maybe he blew in her every time. Is he just playing me again? It was working.

Mark set his glass down and looked at me.

“Does Ben know I’m here, Princess?” He asked, direct to the point.

I hadn’t heard that in years. Outside of the occasional dream or daydream. I had Ben say it a few times but it never held the same weight. It’s like I was a fucking sleeper agent and he had said my activation trigger word. I felt myself begin to flood and stood stunned in the middle of my living room, half-gone whiskey frozen in my hand.

I shook my head.

“Just like old times, huh? You remember the rule I had for your house right?” He spoke softly, but sternly, as he took a step towards me. He took the glass from my hand and set it down on the side-table next to his.

I nodded. No clothes when Daddy’s over.

He grabbed my hand, still frozen in place holding an invisible whiskey glass and gently guided it to the visibly growing bulge in his shorts.

“Then get to work.”

——BEN——

I woke up the day Kristen described above with nothing but love and excitement in my heart.

It had been a few years of hard-work. When I started with my new job it was all consuming. Those were some tough times for us, coming right off of everything with Mark to me being gone at work most of the time wasn’t great. It led to a good deal of insecurities for me, and I’m sure she had felt some degree of regret at times. Leaving all that excitement for the stable, but boring, future I had dragged her into.

Still, both of our moods improved over time. We really do love each other, and I doubt anyone in the world would understand me like she does. I mean, she chose to come with me instead of staying behind with Mark so I think she feels the same about me.

We would find out tonight.

I bought the ring a month ago, with the bonus from my recent promotion. I was invited on a business retreat about a year prior and told I could bring a plus one. We visited the shops around the resort and I not-so-subtly suggested we enter a jewelery shop to check things out. The salesman there was pushy in the perfect way, and I gleaned information merter escort about her ring size and preferences from the questions he asked.

I kept it on me at all times. Kristen was nosy, it was basically fucking impossible to hide Christmas or Birthday presents from her. But I didn’t think she had any clue about this.

I got us reservations at her favorite restaurant nearby, and planned to take her to the bridge by the river we had our first date night after we moved here. It held happy and positive memories for us both and I couldn’t think of a better place to pop the question.

I know she missed the excitement of Mark, and what she used to call ‘the best of both worlds’. I knew I could never give her that myself, but it had seemed as if she was mostly satisfied by how things were going for us in the sex department. She had chosen comfortable and secure over exciting and dangerous. I wanted to validate her choice with an engagement. Maybe we could even start trying for the child I know she so desperately wanted tonight.

I drove home that evening with a bundle of nerves in my stomach like I had never felt. Not even the dark tangled mass of jealous angst I felt the first time with Mark had elicted a buzzing excitement like this. This was a positive, bright excitement for our future together.

There was a dark colored truck that I didn’t recognize parked in the driveway next to her vehicle, so I parked alongside the road by the lawn. She hadn’t responded to my text saying I was on my way home, but sometimes she got caught up with work. Was this a coworker or friend she hadn’t mentioned was coming over today? I hoped that wouldn’t mess up my plans.

I hopped out of my vehicle and checked my pocket multiple times for the ring before reaching the door. That thing was precious cargo and it had become a habit to touch my pocket to make sure it’s there. I opened the door to the house to be greeted by…

Nothing.

Kristen’s workspace was in a little office just off the entrance. The door was open and the light was off, clearly no one was in there. The living room was similarly empty. I put my keys in the bowl by the door and locked it.

“Babe?” I said, loudly. – No response.

Hm. Okay don’t panic I’m sure she’s fine.

I took a few steps into the house and noticed two glasses on the side-table by the couch. One completely empty and another with a tiny amount of – was that whiskey? Had I forgotten to take a glass to the kitchen last night? That wouldn’t make sense, why were there TWO?

I grabbed the glasses and took them with me as I continued scouting the house. I walked into the kitchen and dropped them in the sink. Maybe she had a migraine, had drank some whiskey, and went to bed? But the second car didn’t make sense.

I stopped for a second and listened, holding my breath so I wouldn’t make a sound but I couldn’t hear anything but my own heartbeat. If she didn’t hear me, she must be upstairs. I made my way up the stairs and yelled out for her again, with no response.

Reaching the top floor, I turned down the hallway to our bedroom when I heard it.

“Fuck. Goddamn yesssssss.” Kristen moaned softly behind the door.

It wasn’t the first time I had heard this. I always told her she didn’t need to close the door if she was taking care of herself, I’d be happy to come in and help out. But some habits die hard I guess. I reached for the doorknob when all the signs finally clicked together in a way that made sense.

No text back. Two whiskey glasses. An unknown car. Wait. Not unknown, just unrecognized. My heart sunk and my body went weak. There’s no way right? There’s no fucking way. He’s fucking HOURS away. I turned the knob.

“Oh my GOOOOOODDDDDD yes, fuck yes, I love your fucking cock so goddamn much” she moaned as she rode a man’s whose face I didn’t need to see to recognize.

His cock was identification enough.

I stood paralyzed in the doorway of my own house as I watched Kristen slowly bounce her ass up and down on the girthy length of the man we had both submitted to years ago. Their bodies pressed together, her soft and heavy breasts rippling slightly with each quake of her ass back down on him. They kissed, deeply, only to be interupted by the occasional moan or pleasurable string of words pulled from her by the cock she had missed so deeply.

“Babe” I squeaked out, shakey and flat.

I saw Marks head swing out to the side to look at me but Kristen just buried her head into Mark’s neck.

“Don’t look at him look at me. I want your fucking cum Daddy knock your Princess up please.” She spoke, pleadingly, into his neck as she started slamming her ass down on him harder and harder.

Mark groaned and broke eye contact with me, looking back at Kristen and resuming their kissing as he wrapped one arm around her and flipped her over in a fast but fluid motion. Mark lifted her legs above his shoulders and brought his cock down inside of her, incredibly hard. Like he was trying to reach the deepest parts of her.

“Watch esenler escort me breed your girl, cuck. Sit down.” Mark said as he ruthlessly slammed into the woman I was hoping to make my fiancee tonight.

In the years after we moved for my job. Everything with Mark seemed to feel more and more like a dream with every passing day. Something that didn’t REALLY happen, more of a fantasy we both talked about but would never be. We would talk about how crazy we were for letting it get so far. It was exciting, but stupid. We agreed.

But as I stood there, frozen in despair, betrayal, confusion. I couldn’t argue with the screaming of my woman, the incredible cock that lit her up in a way I never could, or the painful throbbing in my own pants.

“SIT!” Mark commanded, and like triggering some long dormant instinct, I obeyed. I unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the ground to let my cock free of the prison it was in. I walked to the side of the bed that was empty in a trance-like state and sat next to Kristen who was spilling moans and incomprehensible words as Mark delivered thrust after thrust inside of her.

She must have had some concept of reality because her arm found mine and wrapped around it, pulling tight to me as if seeking some comfort from an unimagineable pain.

“I’m gonna cum Princess.” Mark said through grit teeth.

“Oh my god YES ME TOO DADDY OH MY gooooooooooooodddddd” Kristen screamed as her body began convulsing.

Mark delivered a finale of hard thrusts in quick succession. slam, slam, SLAM. He buried himself inside of her and held it there, slightly pulling up on her legs and elevating her hips.

“I love you I love you I love you I love you” Kristen repeated as one long string of connected slurs. Her mind was lost in pleasure, I tried to convince myself. She MEANT she loved me for letting her do this, I thought. I knew the truth.

Mark leaned down and kissed her deeply as he softly grinded his cock inside of her in their post-orgasm bliss. Her arm left mine and she wrapped one hand around the back of his head, rubbing his hair and holding him tight.

I sat silently as I watch Mark steal my girlfriend from me, again. Who the fuck was I kidding, she was always his. We had moved away for awhile but he was always on her mind. The future I had envisioned, holding the ring this morning was nothing more than a fantasy that could never be. That wasn’t what our future was meant to be, I knew that. I couldn’t have all of her. I didn’t deserve it.

Mark broke their kiss and looked at me.

“Awfully quiet there Ben. You jealous?” He teased.

I was. I was jealous that he had come back into our lives and taken her and the future I thought we would have from me so easily. The woman who was mine and mine alone for years now, stripped from my arms by the one man who held the power to do so. I felt like I might cry or scream in anger if I opened my mouth, so I just stared silently.

“Cucky needs some attention babe. You hold that position while I take care of this.” Mark said, slowly pulling himself from kristen and hopping off the side of the bed before walking over to me.

He winced when he walked by the foot of the bed near the doorway and bent down. When he stood back up there was something in his hand. The ring.

He held the box in his hand and looked at it, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Aww!” He said, opening the box and looking at the ring, “That’s a hell of a rock. How sweet.”

Mark tossed the box to Kristen who was still writhing in bliss on the bed before he made his way over to my side of the bed.

My eyes were locked with hers as she grabbed the box, and opened it.

“Babe… is this?” She started, trying to find the words.

I felt a large hand grab the hair on the top of my head and grip tightly.

“Clean up time buddy, you can have your touching moment later.” Mark said and my eye snapped back to him. No, I couldn’t. I hadn’t even thought about this in years.

My train of thought was stopped in it’s tracks by Mark thrusting his fluid soaked cock forward and pressing against my lips. On instinct, I opened up and allowed him into my mouth. The wet, fleshy bulb of his head filled my entire mouth. My mind was all over the place, scrambled from the sharp turn from how I had hoped this evening would go. But in some ways, this felt like home. He pressed into me.

I gagged immediately, not able to take him as deeply as I used to and he pulled out, spit dripping from my mouth as I caught my breath. He still held my hair in his grip but I felt a sharp SLAP ring across my face.

“Do better Ben.” He commanded. I looked up at him, broken.

“Yes Daddy.” I said, and he thrust back inside of me.

—–MARK——

Look, it wasn’t exactly my intention to completely take over the lives of these two when I first cornered Kristen in Ben’s house the night I met her. And I’m sure it wasn’t either of their intentions to completely submit to me in all the ways they have over the years.

This kind of thing happens slowly. One decision at a time, over a long period. While Kristen was certainly pedal to the fucking metal from the get go, Ben needed a little more encouragement. Understandable. It’s not easy to accept that you can’t possibly satisfy the woman you love, I imagine.

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Author’s Note: All characters are over the age of 18. Character names and events are purely fictional and in no way endorse racism, bigotry, rape or the dehumanization of another human. Heavy use of racial language and slurs. Please look at the tags, there is mention of sodomy and nonconsensual gay sex. No sex in this chapter unfortunately, but the last two will have plenty:) If any of these themes offend or disgust you in any way, feel free to skip reading. Everyone else, enjoy!

Friday, August 23rd, 1811

“Five years ago, before Master Cryer was head of the plantation, there was his daddy, Cainworth Cryer II. ‘Pappy Cryer’, they called him. And back then it was Pappy Cryer callin’ all the shots.” Khadijah begins.

“Pappy Cryer got his wealth from the sugar cane game and he was well respected by them white folks. But he was a twisted sick son of a gun to the rest of us. The one thing he loved more’n makin’ a quick buck was breakin’ in one.”

A gasp. Darla leans in, Broderick close behind like they didn’t hear Khadijah right.

“You mean -“

“That blue-eyed bastard was nastier than all his descendants combined.” spits out Khadijah not missin’ a beat.

“They call it ‘buck breakin”. Pickin’ out the biggest, strongest hung black male slave and…doin’ things with him. You can guess what. He tore up one field slave so bad he was snifflin’ and wailin’, couldn’t walk for days… just dreadful.

“I couldn’t stomach it, and neither could anyone else. But we knew what would come if we tried to stop it. Knowin’ ’em, I reckon that’s where Master Cryer learned all his devilishness from.

“One day Pappy Cryer brought in a new slave. Production was gettin’ slow and we needed faster hands. But really, Pappy Cryer needed a new slave to toy with. That new slave was Nathaniel Gray. Little did anyone know he would change the course of the plantation forever.”

“Who else knew of this ‘Nathaniel’ fella?” Broderick asks the group.

Some chatterin’. Slowly but surely, two hands raise, voices mumblin’. One of them is a much older woman with honey brown skin, who looks like she could’ve been in her forties five years ago. The other is a balding light skinned man, and the way he holds her hand makes me think he’s her partner.

Broderick clenches his jaw. “I reckon y’all are here now and Nathaniel ain’t for a reason, huh?”

The silence is thick.

“Nate was one of the biggest, strongest, and well respected negro slaves the Cryer plantation ever laid eyes on.” Khadijah goes on, her voice tremblin’ a bit. “He was so good, he became a livin’ legend. He looked out for us, makin’ sure we weren’t workin’ ourselves to the bone, tellin’ cot-time stories to the young’uns. In a way, Broderick, you remind me of him – Strong. bayrampaşa escort Passionate. Lovin’.”

Khadijah licks her lips all nervous as she wrings her hands on her apron.

“When he found out ’bout what Pappy Cryer and ’em folks was doin’ to our brothers he set out to put a stop to it. We tried to warn him that Pappy Cryer was gon’ come at him soon enough, but he wouldn’t hear it. And then it happened.”

Khadijah stops like a cold came over her, wringin’ her hands some more. Her lip quivers.

“What happened?” Albee says, as Broderick sidles next to Khadijah to console her. “What happened that day, Khadijah?”

She’s prickin’ into her fingers through the apron. “P-Pappy Cryer broke him in. Right there, in broad daylight. But Nate wouldn’t give without a fight. They was practically wrestlin’, half naked and sweaty and dicks hangin’ and Pappy Cryer was pantin’ talkin’ ’bout how Nathaniel was an ungrateful nigger for refusin’ him. We shielded the young’uns in the slave quarters away from the commotion, but the rest of us could only watch.

“To no one’s surprise, Nate won the brawl. Cut Pappy Cryer up so bad he looked like a big ol’ strawberry. But then Pappy’s men came ’round – the white overseers of the fields, and then they —” Khadijah shudders. “They…”

“They took Nathaniel for themselves.” says the old woman from before. Her hair falls in long tendrils over her shaggy snaggle-toothed face. “Stripped him down and put their measly cocks inside him. Five men against one. Lord have mercy. It was worse than all the other times. They wanted to make sure Nathaniel was ‘a broke buck’.”

“It wasn’t a pretty sight. We didn’t see Nate for weeks after that.” Khadijah’s voice cracks like dry twigs. “We all assumed he was in the infirmary, healin’. But when he came back, he looked finer than ever. And he was carryin’ a bag of guns in his hands.

“Shotguns, pistols, rifles. When we’s all in a group with none of the whites watchin’ he told me, ‘Tonight we gon’ do it.’ I said, ‘Do what, Nate?’ He said, ‘Blast the sons of bitches in the face and get every last one of ’em. Man, woman, everybody.’ Not even the little ones was gonna be spared. Said he was gon’ do what we shoulda done a long time ago and put an end to this perverted madness. “

The room gets colder now as the realization settles slow on folks’ faces.

“I told him I couldn’t. And that broke his heart.” She can’t bring herself to look Broderick in the eyes as she says it. “I was still new on the plantation, all this ‘escape’ and ‘rebel’ talk scared me. And I had ’em lil’ ones to think ’bout. All ’em slave kids in the quarters depended on me for keepin’ ’em fed and cared for. I thought, if they mamas got hurt for us takin’ çapa escort out the white man first, what would become of them? I just couldn’t gamble with that.

“Others felt different. Roger joined him. Yams. Mildred. Kendrick. Dwayne. Gordon. The Dilford Twins. Even Besse. It felt like more of our brothers and sisters was on Nate’s side and didn’t ask too many questions. Not ’bout the guns or the plan. They all just felt powerless and instead of layin’ down and takin’ it, they was gon be the takers for once.

“Only folks that stayed behind were me, and Clyde and May o’er there.” She chuckles dry as she brings the old woman from before, May, in for a squeeze. Clyde sidles next to her with a gummy smile.

“The plan was to storm the house at night and take out Pappy and the overseers while they was asleep or settin’ off to. Then we’d swipe their jewels and any cash we could find and book it to the nearest train up West of Cavalry that leads to the North.”

“But that ain’t how it went down.” Albee finishes her train of thought.

“No it ain’t.” a gloominess sets in her eyes. “We got Pappy and two of his men. But outta the blue came five more. Just outta nowhere and pounced right on the Rebels real quick. Nate thought he’d stolen all their guns, but they had a heap more, and boy it was a sight. It turned into…a bloodbath. Blood was everywhere…even on the babies…they killed ’em all.”

Khadijah ends the story with a sniffle, usin’ a rag tucked in her breast pocket to dab away her tears.

“I’m real sorry honey. ” Broderick rubs her back, consolin’ her.

“Why you ain’t never tell me this?” Darla looks at Khadijah in wonder, hurt in her eyes. “All this time…oh, Khadijah.”

She shakes her away with her hand. “To avoid exactly this. Oh gosh, don’t gimme that look. Don’t you dare gimme that look,” She tries to stop the tears from comin’ but they do anyway and

Broderick swoops in to give her a tight bear-hug, somethin’ she desperately needs.

“That day always replays in my head. And I reckon it still haunts folks but I was so racked with guilt I kept it in the back of my mind. Thought I could just block it out. But the past has a way of catchin’ up to ya. Doomin’ us to repeat it.” She pauses with her head in her hands

Darla, Johanna, May and Clyde all gather ’round Khadjiah to give her a warm embrace, murmurin’ words to remember those who walked this path for us.

I can’t help but think ’bout the coldness I felt from Old Man Reesus. I get why he’s so gruff and pessimistic now, hardened by the cruel years he’s lived through. Why be nice to the new slaves when they’s sure to end up like all the other ones, dead or barely holdin’ on?

What shocks me though is that Khadijah fındıkzade escort ain’t mention nothin’ ’bout Old Man Reesus, and he’s been here longer than any other slave, even before Khadijah’s time. He must’ve seen it all go down. Yet he’s the only one absent from the circle. The gears in my head turn as I put the pieces together. Clyde and May were stickin’ by each other, and Khadijah was protectin’ herself and the lil ones, but what could Old Man Reesus’s excuse be for sittin’ out the rebellion?

“Old Man Reesus would’ve been in his 60s at the time, right?” I blurt out. The crowd turns their heads my way, and Khadijah’s face goes stone cold.

“Yes. 62 to be exact.” She says dryly.

“Was he too old to join ’em?” I ask slow-like, tryin’ to make sense of why his name ain’t come up in the talks yet. Albee looks at me curious but doesn’t let go of my hand. He braces it tighter.

Khadijah exhales. “No he wasn’t. But we was never close. I reckon none of the slaves was close to Old Man Reesus – but no one questioned his presence near us. ain’t sure if he didn’t take part ’cause he was scared like us, or if he had his own reasons. But I do know one thing.”

She leans in, and we all lean in with her.

“The night of the revolt was the same night Old Man Reesus was seen leavin’ Pappy Cryer’s room. Walked in and out, just fine. And that same night every single rebel slave was gunned down. ‘Cept for the three of us. And Old Man Reesus.”

Shock. Murmurs. Whispers. She says it exactly how it sounds.

I close my eyes and take a big ol’ breath. The only thing keepin’ me calm is Albee’s fingers tangled in mine. It all makes sense now: how the Cryers been gettin’ away with this for so long- they have they own personal negro spy feedin’ ’em information; and in return he gets his own fancy room in the house and position of power ’round here.

“I reckon it’s high time to stand up to ’em, Khy. You done what you needed to do to protect ’em, and now we gotta do what we must to make sure no more protectin’ is needed.” Broderick turns from Khadijah to the rest of us, and there’s a whole heap of noddin’ with what he’s sayin’. “But in order to do that, we gots to be smart ’bout this. And we gots to ALL be in. We need all the help we can get. So who’s with us?”

“I’m in. ” Albee says after a pause. His pecks tighten in his shirt as he says it, his hands holdin’ me strong, he’s ready to fight for my honor.

“I’m in as well,” I say, leanin’ into him. He leans into me at the same time and for a second our lips brush one other. My heart skips a beat, but I pull away ‘fore he has a chance to object and blurt out. “For everyone. For us.” I direct my next words to Khadijah. “And I reckon we need a plan. I think we gon’ need your help puttin’ that plan into action.” Nods and murmurs, the whole gang is on board now.

“You want my advice to take on these bastards once and for all, Mayella?” Khadijah looks straight at me. I hold my breath like a spell.

“Watch your back and keep the hell away from Old Man Reesus.”

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It was a shot in the dark. My fantasy of peeing on my wife had been several years in the making. I thought, hell, throw it out there. The worst that can happen is that she says no, right?

It started when I happened upon a porn video of a girl sitting in an empty bathtub naked. It was a POV video. The guy steps in the tub holding his hard cock in his hand, moves closer to her, she opens her mouth enthusiastically as she leaned forward. Then he releases a stream of urine onto her chest, face, and into her open mouth. When he finished emptying his bladder, she swallowed his cock, sucking him off until he came in her mouth.

I knew this fetish was out there but I never sought it out. I didn’t have any interest. And to see it, well, was a little shocking at first. It almost grossed me out. Yet, I didn’t skip to the next video. In fact, I was aroused. I watched it again, jerking off to it this time.

Almost ashamed, I never mentioned it to my wife. We watched porn together often and talked about certain videos we saw that turned us on or off. But I wasn’t about to share this one with her. She would think I am a weirdo. I certainly didn’t think she would be receptive.

As time went on, I found myself fantasizing about peeing on her. I began to occasionally search out and watch peeing porn videos, sometimes a guy peeing on a girl, sometimes the girl peeing on the guy. I was even watching videos of girls just peeing and sometimes peeing in their pants. I found a particular interest in women peeing publicly at the beach. It was my private fantasy and I was afraid to share it with my wife.

One night, while we were watching porn together in bed, I was scrolling through the options and selected one that didn’t indicate in the description it had water sports involved. About half way through the video, the guy started peeing on her. My wifes reaction was disappointing to say the least. She immediately stopped the video saying, “gross, next” as she clicked on the next video.

Probing, I asked her “so that never entered your mind, ever?”

Her response further discouraged me, “No way. Not interested.” Followed by an almost disgusted, “why, are you?”

Not wanting to alarm her, or make her aware of my fantasy, I said, “no, I was just trying to be funny,” and dropped it.

It remained a private fantasy of mine for several years and even began to fade for me as time went on. It was clear she wasn’t into it so I assumed it was out of reach for me. It became just an occasional thing I enjoyed privately.

A few years later, the fantasy had a sudden resurgence. One day at the beach, my wife announced she had to pee. We live in Florida and the beach we go to on a regular basis is a nudist beach. In late winter and early spring the air temperature is warm enough to enjoy the beach but the water is pretty cool. She wasn’t going to go into the water to pee. bahçeşehir escort She asked if I would hold the towel up so no one would see her pee. I obliged eagerly. She stepped just past the sun shade staying close to it to help block the view on one side as I held the towel blocking the view from the other direction where most of the people would have a view. I held the towel as she squatted down. She used her hand between her legs to lift her pussy slightly, and directed a stream of urine into the sand, all in my direct view. Seeing this reminded me of some of the videos I used to watch of women peeing in public, particularly the beach.

She noticed me watching and commented, slightly annoyed, “why are you watching? Turn around,”

I responded, “nope, if I have to hold the towel, I get to watch.”

She shook her head as she finished up not noticing my erection growing behind the towel.

I had seen her pee many times, but watching her that day, knowing she knew I was watching her, and the fact she didn’t push harder for me to look away, brought my fantasy back to life.

That night as we fucked, my fantasy sprung to life in my head. I imagined her on her hands and knees, me fucking her doggie style, then, pulling out of her and peeing all over her ass with my golden piss running down her ass crack, dripping off her used pussy onto the bed. She wasn’t aware as it was all in my head, but it made for a particularly good fuck for me and in turn, I ensured she had a great night as well.

Several weeks later, we were back at the beach and she needed to pee again. This time, she announced it by saying, “grab the towel, it’s showtime for you.” I immediately understood what she was about to do. I was thrilled she not only allowed me to watch, she even made it a little of a performance by spreading her legs a little wider than usual for my clear view. It was exciting having her put a show on for me in public. My cock grew stiff and she noticed it, commenting, “I can’t believe that gave you a hard on.”

I replied, “well, it does turn me on.” then, followed with, “does that bother you?”

She laughed, saying, “no, it’s just not a thing for me. But, if it excites you, I don’t care if you watch.”

I accepted that. I thought, hell, being able to watch her pee, especially in public places, would be a step in that direction.

A couple months later, we were out bar hopping, enjoying some live music, and having a great night. She was dressed to kill and looking sexy as ever. Her tight jeans, tight halter top, and cowgirl boots got her a lot of attention. She is actually pretty shy but some nights, when she is feeling particularly good about herself, she lets the wild side out. And I love it when she does. It meant a hot fuck was coming my way.

We danced and partied for several hours before heading home. It was esenyurt escort a warm night so we were both hot and sweaty. I mentioned in the car I was going to shower when we got home. She offered to join me with a wink, a sure sign she was ready to fuck.

We arrived home and I headed straight for the bathroom with her following. Entering the bathroom, as I lifted my shirt over my head, I felt her lips on my chest. She started to kiss my chest and neck. She said in between kisses, “I like tasting the sweat on your body.”

She started working her way down my body, continuing to kiss me as she unfastened my belt and pants, slowly sliding them down to the floor. As she kneeled in front of me lifting first one foot, then the other to remove my pants, her lips and tongue teased my cock. It began to react, growing hard.

As my pants hit the floor in the corner, I leaned over her grabbing her top, lifting it over her head as she raised her arms. Her top joined my pants and shirt as the beginnings of a pile of clothes started to form on the bathroom floor.

As her arms dropped, her hand found my now fully erect cock, stroking me gently while still on her knees. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and suggestive smile. As she stood, she unfastened her pants, turned around, and slid them down over her hips with an overly exaggerated wiggle, then kicking them to the pile of clothes we had created. Her underwear quickly followed. Now both naked, she began leading me to the shower. I stopped her, turned her around and pushed her against the wall as I kissed her passionately.

I thought to myself, now is the time, just ask. Throw it out there. I pulled away from our kiss looking into her eyes with a smile and paused. She smiled back, finally asking, “what?” as my gazing began to make her nervous.

I just came out with, “let me pee on you before we shower?”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly as my request worked through her mind. There was a pause in her response, almost as if she was considering it. Then, her lips parted slightly as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip, taking a deep breath, she grabbed my hand, and led me into our walk in shower.

Once we were in the shower she started kissing me again, her tongue danced with mine as her hand found my cock. She began stroking me again as we continued kissing. Her hand gently gripped my cock and moved back and forth over my sensitive head.

Breaking away, she asked, “do you need to pee?”

I answered, “yes, I do.”

She looked down towards her feet, again pausing as if she couldn’t believe she was agreeing to do this, then said with a head shake, “ok, let’s do it.” She knelt down on her knees and shifted back to sitting on her heels.

I couldn’t believe she agreed. I looked at her as if to say, are you sure?

She just said, “come on babe, pee halkalı escort on me. Mark your property.”

I stepped closer to her with my cock in my hand, Lining up to aim towards her chest, I actually had a little trouble releasing at first. Then finally, a strong and steady stream of warm, golden urine streamed from my cock towards her. I first aimed at her tits, moving slightly from side to side, watching the pee run off her erect nipples before falling into her lap. I also enjoyed seeing it funnel into the valley between her tits.

She played along using her upper arms to squeeze her tits together and giving me a smaller target. She lifted and turned her head away, seemingly to protect her face from the splatter or possibly my aim should I decide to aim at her face.

After a couple seconds, she began to use her hands to squeeze her tits and rub the warm piss all over them and play with her nipples. As she looked down watching herself play with her nipples, it put her face close to my stream. I lifted my cock just enough to direct the steam towards her chin. As the first sprays of piss hit her chin, she closed her mouth and eyes tightly before leaning in, allowing my piss to soak her face.

I began to wish I had drank a bottle of water earlier so I could prolong the golden shower but my bladder was beginning to empty. My once strong stream of urine was beginning to fade. The golden arch started to retreat from her face and across her body. I contracted my muscles to force the last of my pee out and onto her. The first time shooting piss across her head, then two more quick shots to her face, then a final one striking her thighs.

It felt dirty, taboo, and a degrading thing to do to someone you loved. But it was also exhilarating and erotic. She remained on her knees smiling, pleased knowing she had allowed me to live out my fantasy. It was a gift she gave me and she was happy to do it.

Not finished yet, she raised back up on her knees, grabbed my cock, and pulled me closer. As my cock got close to her face, she opened her lips and took me inside her mouth. Slowly working up and down my cock several times before pulling back and lifting my cock upward to get access to my balls. She licked and sucked on my balls while jerking me off. I couldn’t take any more. She felt my cock tense and quickly returned to sitting on her heels, leaning her head back, and offering her face for me to cum on. As the first load pulsed through my cock, I aimed right for her face but the force was more powerful than I anticipated, mostly shooting over her face and hitting her on her forehead and hair. The second, third, and fourth shot of creamy cum were on target, hitting her in the eye, then twice in her open mouth. The final shots hit her chin and thighs. Once I was spent, she rose again to her knees and finished by cleaning my cock with her mouth and sucking out the last drops of cum.

Wiping the cum away from her eyes and mouth, she asked with a sly smile, “So, how was that?”

I just said, “Oh my god babe, I love you!”

She stood and turned on the water saying, “good, now you have to clean all your piss and cum off me” as she handed me the soap.

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When I was married my husband I knew that he wasn’t amazing sexually. I fell in love with him for a million other reasons that outweighed the fact our sex life wasn’t that good. He has a 4 1/2″ cock, he doesn’t give me foreplay and typically cums very fast.

Again none of this was an issue for me even in the slightest. He’s amazing in every other way and I couldn’t ask for a better partner back in time. I had like forty sexual partners before him and they all were much better sexually than my husband.

About a year back my husband expressed an interest in being cuckolded and I couldn’t believe it. I told him I had no interest in it and I thought it was best that we just stayed monogamous. Over time he continued to bring it up and did his best to try and convince me to give it a try while reassuring me he knew what he was doing and was 100% sure he was into it.

Obviously the more he convinced me this was what he wanted more than anything the idea of someone fucking me properly started to sound appealing to me!

Recently my husband found a guy who was attractive, very tall and from what he told me he was very hung, but I hadn’t seen those pictures. I agreed to meet him, but sat my husband down one more time to make sure this is what he wanted! He expressed to me that he even had a humiliation kink so that there was nothing to worry about, he had also expressed to me on multiple occasions that no matter how he acted bakırköy escort in the moment that he wants me to continue if I was enjoying myself.

The night came and my husband and I went to the bar early and had a drink before John arrived. He was everything I had hoped looks wise. He towered over my husband and was so handsome. We talked and got to know each other while having a few drinks. As soon as I had a couple and my nerves went away I found myself more and more attracted to John and the idea of him fucking me later in the night was making me ridiculously wet.

He was very confident and flirted with me like my husband wasn’t even there. He had his arm around me all night, kissed my neck, and was very touchy whenever he got a moment he felt no one was looking.

My husband asked if we would like to leave and head back to the hotel so we did. When we got into our room John was kissing me passionately as he backed me up to the foot of the bed then laid us down, barely breaking the kiss. My dress road up my thigh as I wrapped my legs around him.

He moved his hand between us, pushed aside my panties and thrust his fingers in my soaking wet pussy! We both groaned totally lost in the moment. He fingered me hard and fast until I squirted all over his fingers. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and watched me suck my juices off of his fingers, while his other hand undid his pants.

John bahçelievler escort pulled his cock out and it was huge! He was twice as thick as my husband and almost 4″ longer! I bit my lip and watched for a second as he stroked up and down on his big cock, I then glanced over at my husband to see him watching us while stroking his tiny half limp dick.

John grabbed my legs and yanked me up the bed until my ass was almost hanging off. He moved my panties over to the side and then spit onto my clit. He then rubbed the head of his cock on my spit and cum soaked pussy before lining up and thrusting deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and so deep with his massive cock and I was squirting everywhere, soaking his bed.

He grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way back, making his already huge cock feel even bigger. He was hitting deeper inside me than my husband ever had, filling up my pussy so fucking full! All while never letting up his pace.

He was dripping sweat all over me as he fucked me until I was seeing stars. I had never felt anything even close to this in my life and I remember looking over at my husband at one point and I could see the regret on his face, I had already confessed to my husband but at that moment I was fully turned on by the look on his face.

I had been warning him for almost a year that we shouldn’t do this and he kept pushing for şirinevler escort me to do it so now here he was watching another man give me the best fucking of my life!

Right as I was having my best orgasm of the night John happened to simultaneously lift the top of my dress down and sucked on my tits causing my pussy to explode. Every stroke inside me I could feel my pussy juices splashing off of us. Next he pulled his cock out of me and asked me to clean it off. I sat cross legged on the bed as he stood over me.

I cleaned every inch of his cock before spending a minute sucking on his balls until he told me he was going to gum. I bent my head back as he started to shoot his cum all over my face and into my mouth. I was covered with his cum as he grabbed the back of my head and moved it back to his cock so that I could suck the rest out.

John started to put his clothes on and I looked over at my husband still looking bummed out. It was at this moment that the high of the night had come down and I felt immediately guilty that he had to watch that. We spoke about it and he reassured me that he had specifically told me not to stop no matter what and me admitting that I was turned on by forcing him to watch it play out even though I knew he was regretting what he was seeing actually turns him on now.

The potential problem for the two of us now is that even if he wanted to stop I absolutely would for him because I would do anything for him. At the same time I literally could not even comprehend the idea of not getting to experience sex like that.

Sex with my husband the last couple weeks since this happened has made me frustrated and I wanted more! Luckily my ex hubby now was open to it and we had some great times.

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