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Ruthe studied her pupil from head to toe while he was pouring himself a glass of water, after their dance lesson.

She thought that the young Emperor had grown into a fine young man. Ruthe had been training him ever since he had been a teenager.

He was not her first pupil, of course.

Ruthe’s mother had been a background dancer in the imperial menagerie, and that very nearly would have become her own fate as well. But Ruthe had worked very hard, starting at the tender age of twelve, quickly becoming the best dancer in the house. She could have become the star of the show. While she had not been the most beautiful girl in the menagerie, her technique was sublime, and her training relentless.

Ironically, it were her skill and her ambition that ultimately got in her way.

The more powerful and sophisticated she became, the more she noticed the flaws and mistakes of other people.

At first, she was giving unsolicited advice. Then came the mockery. Not just towards other dancers and performers – the showmasters themselves were not safe from her insights.

Ruthe never once raised her voice or used gross insults. And yet, when she wanted to, she found she could discipline or even humiliate people without mercy.

Finally, she tried taking control of the whole operation. One fateful night, during the opera festival, she criticized the showmaster in front of the entire cast. She made him cry and retreat into his chambers. Satisfied, Ruthe appointed herself substitute showmaster, and ran the show by herself.

No one else dared to challenge her.

The show was a great success, but Ruthe was not able to enjoy her glory for long. As it turned out, as skillful as she was, nobody really liked her anymore, at that point.

The showmasters and the other performers banded together behind her back to have her kicked out of the menagerie.

That would have been Ruthe’s end, thrown out into the streets. But as much as they hated her, the leader of the menagerie decided that wasting Ruthe’s knowledge and skill would have been even more distasteful. She put in a good word for young Ruthe, pulled some strings.

And thus, Ruthe became a dance instructor.

It was a big change for her, but after her intial anger subsided, Ruthe quickly found that she enjoyed her new job even more. She had always been more interested in perfecting the art itself than being on stage, anyway. Rather than being stared at by aristocrats who dressed in silk but drooled like pigs over her skimpy outfits, she could kick their bratty children around. Polish them until they were able to move their inbred highborn flesh with a minimum of grace.

With her relentless perfectionism, Ruthe could turn hopeless cases into adequate dancers, and talented kids into shining stars.

On top of the dance lessons, Ruthe expanded over the years into teaching etiquette, poetry and classic literature. Rounding out a perfect education for the purposes of high society.

Word quickly spread, and Ruthe became rich and famous.

Even the menagerie, which had once kicked her out in shame, soon decided to swallow their pride and let her train their young dancers. A mission which she accepted with grace… And impish glee.

It was only a matter of time until she caught the attention of the Empress herself.

Still in her twenties, Ruth moved into her own spacious apartment in the imperial palace.

Even after all of this hardship and triumph, though, training the heir to the throne was a bit intimidating at first. Ruthe was painfully aware that even with her fame and wealth, she was still a commoner. That imperial caterpillar could have her executed at the drop of a hat, if her teaching methods displeased him. Still, Ruthe decided that she would work on him as mercilessly as she had on all of her other students, and if that got her killed, she would die as a martyr.

Luckily for her, the heir to the Empire was a mild-mannered and well-behaved kid. He had absolutely no talent whatsoever, however, a typical case of two left feet. Physically, he was what you might call a perfect specimen – lean, physically strong, naturally good posture. It were his nerves and sense of balance that seemed to be the issue. Ruthe liked to think that he had the body of a giant ballet dancer… And the soul of a three-legged turtle perpetually lost in city traffic. The guy had a very hard time staying focused, and no coordination whatsoever. When Ruthe felt especially evil, she wondered if that was the incest shining through, having blissfully spared her protégé in every other regard.

But he looked up to her, respected her authority, listened to her every harsh criticism without protest.

Even if with a head as red as a beet.

Over time, against all odds, they came to genuinely like one another. She even got him to push back against her irreverent bullying, from time to time, nurturing his budding sarcasm.

He remained, it must be said, one of her worst students. Even after years of training, she never made acıbadem escort a great dancer out of him. But she did turn him into a presentable one. Ultimately, he was able to dance with foreign princesses at the ball without hurting them, and bring honour to his house. Not only that, but he was able to impress his guests by reciting poetry in three different languages.

No longer stuttering, like when Ruthe had first met him. The Empress was delighted.

Now, the boy had come of age. First, as an adult. But two years after that, another metamorphosis was waiting for him. On his upcoming birthday, he would be officially crowned Emperor.

His time with Ruthe would finally come to an end.

They had been seeing each other less and less frequently, anyway. His military and political training had to take priority. The transition of power was in full swing.

Still, leading up to the ceremony, the Imperial family had asked Ruthe to give him one last refresher course.

Ruthe looked at her pupil with a wistful smile. A handsome young man, now. And yet, in many ways, still the clumsy, lanky, dreamy kid she had first met all these years ago.

Though still a reasonably young woman herself, Ruthe had discovered the first wrinkles in her face, and strands of grey hair on her head. Some of those hairs, she liked to attribute to the two left feet of her protégé.

Time was merciless. And Ruthe had always hated saying goodbye.

“Your majesty?” Ruthe asked, surprised at how uncharacteristically timid her voice sounded, and quickly bringing it under control again.

“Yes, master?” the boy replied. Even though he had always been considerably taller than her, even as a teenager, he had that weird skill of looking up to her as if she was a giantess. It had always annoyed her, sometimes to the point of irreverently slapping his royal butt. But admittedly, it also amused her.

She walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you join me in my apartment. Let’s have some tea.”

He nodded, with a sheepish smile. This was not unusual. Sometimes, they would sit together for hours, talking or reading books together. Over the years, after some especially rough days, she had even let him massage her shoulders and feet, or help her unzip her dresses.

She took his hand and gave him an impish grin. “Thank you kindly, your majesty. After all, this might be one of the last occasions to have tea with the Emperor himself.”

She waved his protests away. No use denying the obvious. His life was about to become very, very busy. Too busy for spending time with his poor old dance master.

Soon, they found themselves sitting side by side on Ruthe’s bed. They were sipping tea which the young Emperor-to-be had once brought back as a gift from a faraway land.

“Anyway,” Ruthe said in perfect innocence, not looking up from her cup. “Has your Imperial Mother already talked to you about marriage?”

He almost spit out his tea, and she could have kissed him. It was still so very easy to get a rise out of that silly boy.

“Errh… The thing is…” he stammered. “There have been… Candidates. It’s all awfully interesting. I am supposed to choose my future Empress…”

Ruthe raised her eyebrows. “Already? Oh, my.”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “My mother… She makes no secret of her wish for grandchildren. It’s… How do I put it… She can be very direct?”

Ruthe nodded. She knew the Empress well.

The boy scratched his head, the way he always did when he was embarrassed. Once again, Ruthe took note of how long and slender his fingers were, as they were running through his plentiful auburn hair.

“To be honest, all of this is a little overwhelming, at times…” the boy continued. “It’s all happening so fast… So much responsibility. I’m The Future of The Empire, see…”

“I know. The Empire is doomed,” Ruthe sang. “Bummer.”

The boy stuck out his tongue at her. “Thanks, master. You always know just what to say.”

“I’m an educator,” Ruthe said, taking another sip. “Comes with the territory.”

-“Mhm. It’s a miracle you haven’t completely ruined me, you little monster.”

“Ruin you completely, your majesty…?” she said with narrow eyes. “Just say the word. There’s still time.”

They looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

Ruthe playfully punched the boy on the shoulder. It hurt her more than him. How could a timid little bookworm be so densely packed with muscles? Very tense muscles…

“Cheer up, my little tyrant. You’ll be fine. I mean it. Being Emperor suits you. You have a good head on your shoulders. A solid education, if I say so myself. As for having the self confidence of a puppy who just peed on the carpet? Nothing like keeping in mind that you hold the power to have people beheaded at will.”

“Yeah… Good thing they don’t hand that one out to just anyone,” he scoffed. “I shudder, thinking about what someone like YOU would do, master…”

Ruthe dudullu escort stared into the distance. “It would be a massacre. Sometimes, I dream about it. Until the screams wake me up. It’s beautiful.”

Her delivery was exquisite, and that sent him over the edge. He threw his arms around her, laughing his royal butt off.

She smiled meekly, and kissed him on the cheek.

After he let go of her, they sat in silence for a moment. Ruthe noticed that the Emperor was sighing again, and staring at his hands.

“Hey. Is it really that bad?” Ruthe finally asked. “The whole imperial marriage thing?”

The young man nodded. “I know it’s silly… But… I dunno. I cannot see myself courting someone. Becoming a husband. My father was a husband. All of those big foreign kings are husbands.

I’m just… Me. I feel like I’m just being… Thrown out there. What if I make a complete fool out of myself? I don’t care that I’m the Emperor, if it just means that I’m a stupid, lost boy that women aren’t legally allowed to say No to… All the power of the world cannot protect you from being… You. When I stand before a woman, what can I even give to her, beyond the uniform and decorations, all that stupid… pageantry you’re all setting up for me?”

“Ah,” Ruthe said dryly. “Quite the predicament…”

She picked up a biscuit, for a quick bite.

Then she said: “Alright. Let’s see what we are working with here.”

She patted him on the chest. “Unbutton that shirt for me, your majesty. I want to take stock of the goods.”

Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. There was that fierce red in his cheeks again.

But he looked intrigued. “Are you making fun of me, master?”

-“Always, your majesty. But the order still stands.”

Clumsily, the young man started to undress, and Ruthe made a valiant effort to keep a straight face.

She took a deep breath through her nose. “All of it, actually. No use doing things half way.”

He gulped, but obeyed. He gingerly slid out of his pants, and stockings.

He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands. It cost him considerable willpower, but he held his head up high as he stood in front of his teacher, bare as the day he was born. She had put him into flimsy, skin-tight outfits in the past, to better study his muscles when he was moving. But nothing like this.

Ruthe put on a mask of exquisite indifference.

She hopped off the bed as well and walked towards him. She started circling him like a vulture.

She made a show of letting her eyes wander all over him, from head to toe, back to front, her cup of tea in her hand. Gently humming to herself. She heard him gulp again, and resisted the urge to laugh.

She let her hand travel over his chest. It took some time- it was a surprisingly broad chest. One thing Ruthe loved about nudity was how people seemed to look… bigger on the inside.

She let her hand slide further down, over the slight curvature of his belly, and she could feel him twitch. He was notoriously ticklish, the poor thing.

She put a hand under his chin, gently but firmly turning his head from side to side. The boy, all the while, was fighting to maintain a neutral expression. Ruthe quite enjoyed the feel of the little stubble on her fingers. Court etiquette demanded a cleanly shaved face, but Ruthe had made it clear that she preferred this look on him, and so he had instructed his barber accordingly.

For the grand finale, she pinched his butt.

“Was that really necessary, master,” the boy said to this, without turning his head.

“You have no idea.” Ruthe took his face in her hands. She could see his expression soften in relief when he noticed her satisfied smile.

“Permission to speak freely, your majesty,” she said.

-“As if you’ve ever required my permission, master.”

“You are very beautiful. A woman could get lost in all this, you know.” She took a step back.

“And I’m not just saying this to make you feel better.”

She chuckled.

“But all this is really just a teaching device. I wanted you to be naked when you hear this: You are a good man, your majesty. You have nothing to hide. Inside and out. Forget the uniform, your status, that pageantry, all that nonsense. I have taught you for several years now, and so I like to think I know what I’m talking about. You are kind, and honest, open-minded… Also, entertaining. Not always on purpose, but here we are.”

He quickly blew a raspberry, which she rewarded with pinching his nose. “Sure, you’ll make a fine leader… Especially if you go through with the reforms we’ve been talking about… But you’ll also be a husband that will bring great joy to his wife, whoever she may be.”

“Thank you, master,” he said, his voice very soft now.

“You’re welcome, boy. Why don’t you sit back down, have another cookie.” She winked at him. “You don’t have to put your clothes back on, just yet. If you don’t want to.”

He chuckled, bağdat caddesi escort and let his bare butt drop onto her bed. “Then I won’t, my gracious host. I am dying of shame inside… But it’s not entirely unpleasant.” He let out a tortured breath. “I feel… Lighter. It’s not just the weight of the uniform on my body… It’s like I am actually free of what it means, just like you say. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am just… Myself.”

Ruthe sat down next to him and patted his hand. Like a little bird perching on the broad back of a horse, Ruthe thought. “I’m glad to hear that, your majesty.”

She looked away from him for a moment, pondering. Then she turned back to him with a shark-like grin. “So… What about women? Since you are to choose a wife… Have you ever seen a woman before?”

He looked confused. Then flabbergasted, when he realized what she was saying.

“I… No. Never. Just pictures, in my books…” He shook his head. “There was… Oh, this is awkward.

How do I put this… Shortly after I started seeing you, master, someone from the imperial guard took me to a… Uh…”

Ruthe rolled her eyes. “He took you to a brothel. To Make A Man Out Of You, as they say. In all due respect, your majesty, you noblemen are a bunch of swine.”

He laughed in delight, immediately losing some of his tension.

“So what happened…?” Ruthe asked. Patiently. Softly.

-“I was terrified. At the last moment, I chickened out. I didn’t even want to go into that place. I begged the man to take me back to the palace. He did, without hesitation. But it still felt humiliating. Like I was a useless baby…”

“You were not a useless baby,” Ruthe said firmly. “You were just too young, your majesty. Way too young. They she should be ashamed of themselves.”

Ruthe put her hand on his thigh, and looked him firmly in the eyes. “With that being said… Would you mind?”

She turned her back towards him. He caught her drift.

With trembling hands, but no hesitation, he unzipped her dress, like he had done so many times before. This time, however, she didn’t bother stepping behind her folding screen.

Ruthe unceremoniously wormed her way out of her clothes.

She worked hard to keep her breathing steady, and thanked the heavens for her perfect discipline. She was feeling so very hot and cold at the same time.

She leaned back a little, allowed her pupil to study her form. After one last moment of deliberation, she even relaxed her legs, instead of pressing them together.

Ruthe had never been too worried about her looks. She knew she wasn’t the most attractive girl around. But she had made her peace with that – she had always cared more about her artistic skills. About her success. About getting her way. She knew her worth as a person, as an honourable member of the court. She had been with several men over the years – sometimes women – and demanded nothing less from her lovers than unconditional worship. She wasn’t one to hesitate to kick a man out of her bed – sometimes literally – if he fell short. Even aristocrats.

But being with the young Emperor, being seen by him… Perhaps for the first time in her life, she felt truly naked. Truly vulnerable. Of course, she would have rather died under torture than letting it show.

“There you go, your majesty,” Ruthe said, defiantly. “A bit different from one of your little biology textbooks, I would think.”

“Very,” the boy wheezed, with big, round eyes. “Master… You are beautiful.”

She chuckled, and rolled her eyes. “I know. But still, you’re very sweet.”

She laid down, and playfully turned around, to present her buttocks. She kicked her feet up and down, starting to feel giddy. Drinking in his utter admiration, as he was devouring her with his eyes. She was feeling so big and so small at the same time. It was as if there were ants running under her skin.

She crawled towards the middle of the spacious bed, and invited him to follow. They laid down next to one another, at a respectful distance.

“So…” Ruthe sighed. “Now that the original shock has worn of…”

“Debatable,” the young Emperor interjected, giving her a reproachful look.

She stuck out her tongue, and continued: “… Clearly, you can see there is nothing to be scared of. Believe it or not, women are people, too. As you can see, I’m no more or less naked under all of those fancy clothes than you are. Same goes for all of those princesses.”

Ruthe reflected for a moment on how to get her point across.

She pointed towards a scar, on her left thigh. “See this…? That’s where I was bitten by a dog, when I was as young as you were, when we first met…”

She pointed to a spot on her hip. “Lovely colours, wouldn’t you say? That’s from last week, when the young duchess of the western provinces stumbled over her own feet and knocked me into a coffee table. Poor thing was inconsolable… Even before I expressed my displeasure. The next day, she sent me chocolates, as a peace offering. That reminds me… Notice how bloated my poor tummy is, today. Getting out of that corset earlier was pure bliss. And finally…”

She drew his attention to a spot near her left armpit. “That over here is a tattoo I got on a whim when I earned my first paycheck as a teacher, and got intoxicated in the most unladylike manner. I hate it.”

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I was a fresh faced Year 1 student at the kind of school that kids who don’t work all that hard end up at, taking History. A lame excuse for a department, but it was what I could get into. I cruised all through the first semester without busting anything resembling an effort. In reality, if we’re being honest with each other, I wasn’t in any danger of making it through that first term. That’s when she walked in.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The classes were Friday night, last time slot of the day and a few blocks from the nearest bar. Of course, this meant that the more industrious and efficient of us would wear our “going out” clothes to class. I was a bit of a recluse, so I had nothing to put on that would make any difference in the shit hole I was likely to go drinking at after class, but that’s just the way it was.

Not her though. No. She had somewhere to be, and she didn’t mind that it meant turning up to class wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen, a see through top, and a matching set of the most adorable underwear you’d ever think to catch glimpses of in public. A small group of friends came in with her, but I can’t tell you a single thing about any one of them. No, this Latin babe with her tan skin, warm smile on her glossed lips, and agonizingly pretty laugh was it for me. I was thrilled that she chose to sit across the aisle from me, only a few rows ahead.

And doubly so when she turned to smile at me.

And positively floored when she stopped me as I left at break to grab a coffee.

And genuinely dumbfounded when she pulled a pen from God only knows where to write her number on the back of my hand.

And shocked to the core of my being when, two nights later, she replied “fucking finally” when I mustered up the courage to ask if she wanted to grab a drink.

The drink went well. She told me that her friends had been pushing her for a while to make a move on me, which felt wild. As a younger man I was tall, somewhat lanky, and not overly well kept. The gym wasn’t ever my thing. Still, the skinny, quiet kid in the back of the room did something for her I guess; it was a mere 10 minutes into that drink that I felt her hand on my thigh, squeezing softly while I fumbled around in my mind for what to say to keep the interest of the absolute sexiest woman I had ever spent any time with. Thank God she was having none of those same issues. It was time to leave, she said, and I would be going back to hers.

The door wasn’t yet closed behind us before her tongue was dancing on mine, and I felt the switch flip inside me. My hands were on her, all of her, in moments. I pawed at the little tank top I had been working so hard to avoid starting down for the last two hours, wanting and needing it off her beautifully soft skin liked a damned man needs salvation. I swear, no word of a lie, she actually bared kurtköy escort her teeth and growled softly as her shirt came over her head. My cock could not have throbbed any harder, nearly painfully in my jeans. She pulled me, as if in a dream or a cheesy romance, down the hall to her room. I was instructed to sit on the bed and wait. Frustrated and desperate from the preceding moments, I struggled to imagine a natural position to lay in while reflecting on my own feverous need to suck the nipples of her perfect little B cups raw. Wondering what to do with my clothes, she turned the corner back into the room and my jaw dropped.

Keep in mind, as first years, we were only 18 or 19 years old. I never imagined where or when or why a woman her age would own such a stunning set of lingerie. Silky black thigh high stockings rose to her mid thigh, leaving a 3 inch gap to the bottom of an impossibly sheer robe covered in embroidered roses. Underneath, a lime green matching set of underwear; a skimpy excuse of a thong and matching bra that crammed her perky little tits right up under her chin. She was, to put it mildly, fucking stunning. I’m sure I whimpered. She lingered with that ridiculously disarming smile only a moment before moving in, pushing me back and flawlessly undoing my fly without ever breaking eye contact. The giggle as my aching cock bounced up and slapped her in the chin made me weak.

I was, as mentioned, exceptionally thin in those days, and border on the ridiculous side of ‘tall’. In all, I’ve never found the very proportional cock that I was given to be wanting in any way, and neither did she. That sort of thing might matter to you. I certainly didn’t think anything of it; most of the sex I’d had to that point was in dark rooms with inexperienced partners. All the other cocks I’d seen were in porn, which made mine look average, at best, to my ignorant thinking. I’ve since learned that not to be the case, but refused to buy her shock and awe as genuine in that moment.

It was though, and she loved it. God did she fucking love it. Her lips made the most perfect pout and she closed her eyes and pressed her lips lovingly on the head of me. The glow of her bedside lamp reflecting off my precum as it mixed with her lip gloss is something that I refuse to ever forget. She held the kiss firmly, eyes still closed, as she reached up and took a firm grasp of my nearly unbearably hard shaft in her hands. When she finally broke the kiss to pull back, her hot breath alone felt like the promise of heaven, which she promptly pushed me straight into as she dove forward and popped my head right into her mouth. The next few minutes are a blur of the most divine slurps and gulps I had ever heard; if I was desperate to have her then she was easily twice so for the cock I had brought to her. Her eyes never opened beykoz escort in those first few minutes; she had them screwed tightly shut as she worked desperately to swallow what she could. I loved how hard she worked at it, especially since I know it was only really partially for me; she sucked it like she had waited her whole life for it, like she had hedged her bets on it, like it was everything she needed and more. She gagged, softly at first, then again moments later, and then again. I moved to lift her chin up, to signal that she didn’t need to choke herself on me, but my fingers under her chin were met with an aggressive grasp as she roughly handled it to the back of her head. I knew what that was, and could hardly believe people like her actually wanted to be treated that way, but reason and caution both fled the scene in that moment and I worked swiftly up to an aggressive rhythm of filling her throat to its limits with the cock she was so determined to worship. I don’t know how long she kept it up, but I do recall the delicious feeling of her spit running down my balls and onto the sheet beneath me.

Finally she pulled up, gasping for air and using her forearm to wipe away the evidence of her love affair with my dick. All she could let out was a “wow” before laughing so wonderfully that I just had to join her. She asked where the fuck I had been hiding that thing, and I told her she was almost as good at hiding it as I was. Kneeling between my legs, reaching out to stroke my slick cock, she asked if I liked her outfit. I did. She told me where she got it. I hadn’t heard of the place, but was glad she found it. She never got to wear it. I was thrilled she chose to do so now. The idle chatter continued, with her flirting and flipping her hair as she told me about this toy or that outfit she had in the closet, and that maybe she’d find a use for them now. It was ages before I was remotely aware that she was teasing me. So desperate was I to stare at her beautiful mouth and hear her words, I missed the fact entirely that she was rubbing herself through her panties while she lazily stroked my thoroughly lubricated cock wetly. She watched my eyes linger on her hand as she rubbed, biting her lip happily.

I had been the passive party too long. I needed to give her anything close to what she had given me. I cut off whatever she was winding up to say, and told her, in no uncertain tones, that I wanted to taste her. I don’t get the feeling that was something that she had had much of previously, but was clearly something she enjoyed.

We hastily scrambled to swap positions, and she denied me the pleasure of getting her naked myself, as she nearly tore her cute set right off of herself and lay back in front of me with a preparatory sigh of anticipation. She even groped her own tits before I ever got a chance to do üsküdar escort it myself, moving her hands up from her hips along her own body and squeezing her freshly bared chest herself. Her nipples were perfect, small, and brown, but I barely noticed.

Her pussy was shaved to perfection, so smooth you’d almost doubt any stubble could ever have grown there. The softest lips I had ever licked waited there for me, and I pressed my mouth hungrily to her, licking eagerly from top to bottom. I’d later find that she hadn’t had much occasion to enjoy being eaten out before, but she gasped and moaned and wiggled like someone who had found her calling in life as a pillow princess. I ate for what felt like hours, drawing circles around her budding clit until I was sure my tongue would cramp, and pushing my face into her to use the flat of my tongue for so long that I began to run breathless. I had never wanted to make someone feel like I wanted to make her feel in that moment. I was so touched to be the one she had chosen, and so ecstatic to be there between her legs that it was the only thing I could think about. My cock twitched endlessly beneath me as I took genuine physical pleasure from bringing her to orgasm, easily, several times. After the 6th or 7th time her body wracked itself with those gratifying shudders, she cooed softly for me to slow down; she was sensitive. I kissed her thighs and held her hips while she slumped all the way back onto her pillow and worked to slow her breathing. I was a leaky mess, and recall being quite self conscious of what I’d be leaving on her sheets when I left.

That was amazing, she said. She thanked me, laughing. Thinking of nothing more important, I told her truthfully that she had the most addictive taste. She covered her face, laughing. She thanked me again, despite not needing to do so far any reason I could think of; it was what she had deserved. I couldn’t tell why, not really knowing anything about her, but I knew she did deserve it, and that it would be on me to provide for as long as she’d let me. No no, she said, the thanks were for making her cum, said in a way that made it clear that tonight was her turn only. Without an ounce of reservation I said that I knew it already, and that I had no problem with that. She did have class early tomorrow though, and her roommates would be home shortly. She was so tender in kicking me out, that I almost didn’t mind. That didn’t make it any easier to zip myself, still hard, into the jeans I had worn, just as her reclined nudity and contented stares didn’t make it any easier to stomach the though of a moment not spent making her feel good.

Still, she kissed me affectionately, first on the lips, then more intimately on the cheek, and I made my way off into the night, to return to my own dorm. All I could think of was how I would continue to capture her interest, and do right by her. What did I have that could ever hope to be worth her. After jerking my overdue load all over my own chest and stomach in my room, it came to me. I’d work my ass off, from that day on, to be the man worth trusting her orgasms to.

Just as soon as I found a towel.

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The day was fucking hot, Typical Southern California weather. I had been here a week and still wasn’t used to the heat. San Francisco could get warm but not like this.

Our saucy Mandy Collins had been the perfect host. Dinners, workouts, massages, and of course, fucking.

Platinum haired Mandy had drained my ballsack several times a day for the last week. She had happily explained to me with my balls in her mouth that a guest is a guest, and she didn’t want me telling my friends back home that Mandy hadn’t sucked and fucked me silly.

Today was the last day of my vacation with the blonde slut, and I wanted to show my appreciation for draining my nuts dry as the Mojave Desert. I had scouted the Irvine neighborhood looking for the perfect present, and Oh brother, I had found it at LuLu’s Dessert Shoppe.

Eighteen-year-old Ricky Rickter was the soda jerk manning the fountain at LuLu’s. Tall, skinny, and redheaded, he was everything that a porn star wasn’t, and he was a virgin, precisely what I wanted for Mandy.

I watched Ricky through the window the day before. I went to LuLu’s and struck up a conversation with the geeky young man. Well, as always, when two males are talking, it came to sex.

He reluctantly said he had never been with a woman. No fucking, no blowjob, not even a handjob.

I told him I could fix that. I explained I was visiting a very horny bitch, and I could fix him up. Well Ricky, was just about ready to hand me the cash register on that.

I slipped him two one hundred dollar bills and made him promise LuLus would be closed for two hours tomorrow afternoon, and he was supposed to act surprised when I brought delicious Mandy in for frozen yogurt.

“Buy yourself a pair of Tighty Whitey’s.” I told him, “Better yet buy some girl’s thong panties, that’s better yet.”

He nodded like he liked the thought of wearing panties. I was going to show him the pink thong I was wearing but didn’t want to give him ideas.

The Next Afternoon

“Billy, it’s so nice of you to take me for yogurt.” purred the fifty-year-old Mandy taking a pull on her Sherman Black and Gold cigarette. “How did you find this place?”

“I’m a hunter, baby!” I joked, looking at Mandy, her tight bum nestled into the bucket seat of her convertible. I was getting a dick hardening view of her long legs sheathed in red nylons that need in her perfect feet tucked in Leopard print six-inch spikes.

“Mandy, you look scrumptious!” I complimented her choice of outfits. She had packed her toned cougar body in an ass hugging pink button up the front sundress. The hem was barely covering the red rings topping her thigh highs.

“Your tits look perfect!” I added piling on the compliments. “I love the cleavage that dress reveals, and those pearls are the “Cats Meow” I laughed, staring at the three strands of pearls disappearing in the valley of her tanned titties.

She took another boob expanding drag on the gold filter-tipped black cigarette, the smoke drifting in the breeze.

“Speaking of cats, I got my “Hello Kitty” butt plug packed in my pooper.” she giggled, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Oh, God!” I groaned under my breath. I looked over and noticed she had bunched the bottom of her dress up above her crotch. The fucking cleft of her bald pussy was calling my name, but then I heard Mandy’s husky voice and realized it was my blonde slut beckoning me.

“Billy, what are you looking at?” asked Mandy taking a final drag on her cigarette.

“Do you want to finger Mandy’s cunt?”

I choked back my reply realizing my hand had been rubbing my cock the entire ride to LuLu’s.

Before I could answer, the GPS directed Mandy to turn the corner into the dessert shop parking lot.

“Oh, Fuck! Billy, we’re here!”

There wasn’t a single car in the parking lot. I smiled. Ricky had done well. Watching Mandy step from her convertible sent a tingle through my groin. Those lengthy gams in the cum fuck me’s got my little pony quite stiff.

Tucking her Gucci handbag under her arm, Mandy gave me a puzzled smirk.

“Looks like LuLu is closed,” said Mandy in a disappointed tone. “Doesn’t it, Billy?”

Mandy looked at me with those sexy mascaraed green eyes and wet red lips, and I almost confessed my little caper.

“Let’s try it.” I almost begged her to say yes. “It might be siesta time,” I added, placing my hand on her sundress covered ass.

“God, Billy, you love my ass, don’t you?” laughed göztepe escort Mandy brushing her fingers across the lump in my Dockers. “When we get inside, I can take you in the men’s room and suck your cock. You know, take the edge off.”

“Mandy, your the best,” I told her, pulling the door handle, letting Mandy walk in before me. A bell rang above the door, and Ricky popped up from behind the soda fountain like a fucking Jack in a Box.

I stealhly flipped the Open sign to Closed and led Mandy into the parlor area. Her Leopard skin spikes clicked dangerously on the black and white checkered floor. Ricky was jumpy as a male dog in heat. He was ogling Mandy’s tits and wetting his lips.

I was beginning to wonder if he was even going to make it to his first piece of ass. Mandy just smiled and said. “Do you know who I am?”

“Mandy Collins.” he bleated like a lamb going to slaughter. “Southern Charms model.”

“Okee Dokee, now that we have the small talk out of the way, let us get down and dirty,” said Mandy cocking her index finger, beckoning the geeky teen around the counter.

“How did you know?” I asked Mandy with a puzzled frown. I watched her stand in front of the virgin soda jerk and look directly into his eyes.

“Billy, I’ve been coming to LuLu for fifteen years, and she’s never been closed in the afternoon, and knowing your naughty mind Billy Boy I figured you had some nasty little trick in your shorts.”

Mandy opened her handbag and took out a fresh pack of Sherman Black and Golds and dramatically lit the cigarette with her gold lighter. She directed her exhale at me with an evil smile.

I knew that look, and I felt an electric thrill race through my hard-on. Ricky Boy was in for a treat.

Her cigarette dangling from her full red lips, I watched Mandy place her palms on Ricky’s striped shirt lapels and then rip them open, exposing his hairless white chest, his nipples two pink dimes.

Mandy looked at me and winked, then took a cheek allowing drag on her cigarette before she kissed the teen’s neck like a vampire feasting on a fresh blood donor.

“Ohhhhhh!” Ricky moaned a virginal sigh as Mandy’s mouth smothered his cries, kissing him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, “Ummmmmmmm, Mandy, please.”

“Please what?” asked Mandy, licking the boy’s lips. The tip of her pointed tongue trailing a thread of saliva across his cheek. “Please, what? Please blow me? Please fuck me? Please tongue your asshole?”

“Whatever you want to do!” Ricky whimpered in his geeky voice. I could see the lad’s knees shaking as Mandy licked him. My cock was doing the old man’s dance as I watched my porn slut seduce the soda jerk.

“I always do whatever I want, sweetie! Right, Billy?” smirked Mandy slipping Ricky’s shirt off, tossing it on the floor.

“Right Mandy” I volunteered my prick a hard lump in my Dockers.

I heard Ricky groan as Mandy kissed his hairless chest, then handed me her cigarette. She looked at me with that smile that makes cocks stand at attention. Just the way her tongue worries the corner of her mouth when she’s going to do something nasty.

Holding the black cigarette to her pursed lips, Mandy sucked in a mouthful of smoke then pushed the teenager against the ice cream cooler. Yanking his white slacks down around his knees, Mandy exhaled a stream of cool smoke in Ricky’s grinning face.

“Oh My God, Billy, he’s wearing pink panties!” .” laughed Mandy, clapping her hands. “Now, I know you put up this entire damn escapade.”

I dropped my Docker’s kicking them across the floor. Mandy giggled and pointed at my old man pecker tucked in my pink bikini girl’s thong.

“I knew it! You panty pervert!” Mandy said, turning her attention back to the geeky little morsel of sex. She quickly undid the red pearl buttons on her pink sundress letting the silky material drape open like a new car unveiling.

Ricky swayed as if he was going to faint when Mandy’s 36 DD titties showed themselves. Her thumb thick nipples were hard as pencil erasers and were begging for attention.

“Can I kiss them?” Ricky gulped like a man asking for his last meal before being led to the gallows,

Mandy took her cigarette from me and held it in her “Ved” fingers as she lifted the massive boobs in her cupped palms. She offered her mature twins to Ricky’s lips.

He nibbled at the dark pink nugget gently. He looked up into Mandy’s green eyes.

“Bite em, baby! bostancı escort Treat my girls rough. They love it!”

I couldn’t help myself, I slipped my pink thong down over my erection, noticing the seepage of pre-cum oozing from my circumcised knob.

I took Mandy’s dress in, my finger’s and slipped it off her tanned shoulders. Folding the expensive garment, I placed it on the soda fountain counter.

“Thank you, Billy,” murmured Mandy looking at me over her shoulder. She snapped a French inhale then whispered a smokey request, “Fuck me, when I suck him!” her words spoken with a throaty groan escaping her red buttered lips.

I nodded and moved in place behind Mandy’s beautiful buttocks. I almost slipped my penis in the dark crevice of her bum, but waited till I saw her stand back, moving her tits out of reach of Ricky’s sucking mouth, but still teasing the teenager,

“Sit on the freezer, honey,” ordered Mandy, her spiked cum fuck me’s clicking on the checked tile floor. She gave him room to hop up on the freezer, his skinny bum was hanging inches above a tub of French Vanilla Ice Cream.

“It’s fucking cold on my balls!” Ricky grunted, moving his pink pantied asscheeks in a circle. He was still staring at Mandy’s breasts when she placed her cigarette between her lips and reached to his waist and slipped her fingers in the frilly waistband of his panties.

“Out of the sissy underwear.” laughed Mandy pulling the silk undies down over his thin hips. Ricky’s penis flipped in the fresh air like a minnow leaping out of a fish tank.

I looked at the geeky’s erection. It was the skinniest cock I had ever seen. But the fucker was at least a foot long, with a glans that looked like a purple-hued plum.

I smiled—no wonder he had never gotten laid. Now I’m talking skinny like cheap hot dog thin, but knowing Mandy, she would take one for the team.

“Oh God, I fucking love it!” yelped Mandy dragging Ricky’s panties off and flipping them back at me. I caught them and hung them on my erection. The feel of the silk on my hard-on made me want to wank my best buddy, but I knew Mandy’s warm insides were better than my hand.

Holding her cigarette, our blonde porn slut placed the fingers of both hands on the pale white Garter Snake prick. Pressing the gold filter tip of her cigarette against the pale pink penis, she stroked it with her long red lacquered nails.

Lowering her mouth, Mandy kissed the erection, tattooing the skin with her ruby red lipstick.

I saw my chance and moved directly behind Mandy’s upthrust buttocks, the plump cleft of her pussy peeking between her thighs. Wasting no time, I nudged my cock into her, Ricky’s panties hanging from my boner going along for a ride to Mandy’s cunt heaven.

Now let me stop this story for a minute. I’m going to describe what Mandy’s insides feel like. When your cock slips between the smooth pink labia, it’s wet. It’s sticky wet, and God, it’s tight. The next few inches are a warm butter filled glove, then your cockhead hits her cervix and your fucking by God, lucky you don’t cum right then and there.

And that’s where I was ready to pump my old man junk deep in our Mandy.

“Ohhhhhhh, Shit!” Ricky moaned as Mandy’s kissing mouth smeared the blue-veined worm with her crimson lip gloss. “I’m going to cum!”

Like a Raptor Guided Missle, Mandy locked on her target, her open mouth covering the plum head just before the ice cream kid blew a wad of pure spunk.

She hissed, catching the first spurt as it hit the roof of her mouth.

“Damn! Ahhhhh, God, that’s Good Cum!” gargled Mandy on the mouthful of youthful semen. She tasted the thick sperm filling her mouth to the brim.

Lifting her mouth off of Ricky’s spewing prick, Mandy lifted his ballsack and spat a mouthful of sperm into the tub of French Vanilla Ice Cream.

Well, folks, that’s all it took to make me cum. Watching the sexy bitch spit virgin baby juice into LuLu’s most excellent ice cream treats was my Waterloo. I gripped Mandy’s hips and ejaculated into her. My orgasm was so sweet a tear ran down my cheek.

Mandy!” I groaned, working my crotch in a semi-circle getting as much of my ejaculate into her as I could.

“Fuck me, Billy! Fuck me, you dirty old man!” laughed Mandy, a long rope of the geeky kid sperm dangling from her lips. “God Damn It! I want to cum!”

Poor Ricky, his face was a mask of delight and awe. He was looking at his cum dangling tuzla escort from his blow job. The long skinny pecker still hard, but was losing the battle. Not many men could survive a second erection after a good pipe cleaning by Mandy Collins.

Reluctantly I stepped back, my elderly seventy-year-old cock mimicking Ricky’s virgin pork.

Mandy pirouetted on her spikes and looked at me, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Kiss Me, Billy!”

She knew my naughty ways and that a nice load of my cum or any cum was not to be wasted. I stepped in front of her, my flaccid penis cloaked by the semen soaked pink undies. Pressing my mouth against Mandy’s was like stepping into heaven.

I tasted her cigarette, her spit, and ate the spicy virgin load of Ricky’s spunk. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she Frenched me, her gooey tongue licking the insides of my mouth.

“Taste good, Billy?” she asked, breaking our kiss. She inhaled on her cigarette, then dropped it on the tile floor.

“You naughty cum eater! I want you to guide your prodigal son into his first cunt.” ordered Mandy turning to look at skinny Ricky. To both our wonder and amazement, he had sprouted a new erection. The foot-long worm was towering above his milk-white belly.

“Alright!” squealed Mandy pointing at the bean pole erection. “Put Bitch Mandy on my Ricky Dickey . It’s time for Ricky to lose that cherry.”

Stepping in close, I cupped the firm cheeks of Mandy’s ass, then lifted her into the air, holding her cream pied pussy over the soda jerk’s cock. With a high pitched scream, Mandy clenched her butt, and to my delight, her Hello Kitty anal plug shot out of her pooper and dropped into the French Vanilla ice cream with a soft splat.

Ricky giggled and humped his hips just as I lowered Mandy onto his prick. The lad’s penis slipped quickly up into the mouth of Mandy’s vagina. I let go, and the hard cock slammed home, buried to his hen egg-sized testicles.

“Oh My God! Ricky, you’re stabbing my tummy!” screamed Mandy bouncing her ass on the eighteen year old’s skinny hips. She lifted a few inches and then, with a grunt, dropped back on the prick. “Fuck Me, Baby! Make Mandy Cum!”

I watched from my spot next to the ice cream freezer, now and then sneaking a look at the chilling sperm in the ice cream. Hearing a familiar squishing sound, I observed Ricky fucking up into Mandy, his slim cock forcing my load out of her

Suddenly all hell broke loose, Mandy shivered, her body shaking as she orgasmed on the ice cream jocky.

A geyser of her musky juices squirted into the chilled parlor’s air-conditioned room.

“Oh, Mother Fuck Yes!” gasped our blonde beauty, her eyes rolling back as she came. “Oh, My God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Mandy Dirty!”

Her spiked heels planted on either side of Ricky’s hips, Mandy rode his pole, my creamy nut flying in tiny white drops with each downward thrust of her asscheeks.

Three frantic cunt filling stabs and young Ricky was no longer a virgin, Mandy’s muscles forced the snake-like cock out of her, followed by a jet of her pussy juices.

Reaching across Ricky’s thigh, I grasped his pussy slick erection in my fingers and aimed the spurting tip at the ice cream tub. Three prolonged ejaculations spurted the baby juice into the ice cream, his cherry load mingling with his blow job load of jizz.

I started laughing; there was our Mandy doing a high wire act on top of the ice cream cooler, Ricky helpfully holding her red nyloned calves for balance. Rivers of Mandy’s cum dripping through the open freezer top, splashing into LuLu’s sweetest desserts.

Mandy looked at me with a broad smile on her satisfied lips. “Oh, Shit! This was the best fucking dessert I ever had!” giggled Mandy holding out her hands for me to help her from her freezer perch.

Ricky was now sitting on the countertop, touching his slimy soft cock. He looked at Mandy and me and made an OK gesture with his fingers.

“Thanks, Mandy, Thanks Bill, I feel wonderful!” he grinned, licking his fingers. He beamed a Cat who ate the canary smirk.

I put my arm around Mandy and gave her a smooch on her cheek. “You sure made him happy, Mandy, ” I said, watching her light another of her black cigarettes.

Reaching into the open freezer top, Mandy dipped her finger’s into the ice cream and brought out a glob of semen mixed dessert ice cream.

“LuLu got a new flavor!” burped Mandy licking her fingers clean. “Mandy Creme Ala Mode!”

I reached into the freezer for a sample and spotted Mandy’s Hello Kitty butt plug grinning at me from the ice cream tub.

“Billy Boy, maybe we should take a pint home for later.” laughed Mandy looping her arm in mine.

Nothing like Homemade Ice Cream Treats, Right?

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For many Gulf Arab women sex is either a taboo subject, or is only talked about amongst their female friends in hushed tones and giggles. They are brought up to be virginal and pure until they marry, wearing black abayas and hijabs to cover their heads. some even wear a face covering. Unlike the men who are allowed to go out and travel and get up to whatever they want. This includes having sex with Western women, who they consider to be inferior to Arab women and sluttish. Some of the Arab girls discover masturbation and very few get some sexual experience with boys they know well through family. To avoid losing their virginity they indulge in oral and anal sex.

For most women, their wedding night is the first time they have intercourse. It is often a rough experience, as most Arab men do not see sex as a pleasure for women. Instead, they get on top, push their cocks inside and hump their women very fast before cumming, then they get off, satisfied. Often, they turn their women on their fronts and fuck them from behind. They like doggy style and also want to train their wives into accepting anal penetration after using their pussies for a while. For the women they have no choice and very little sexual pleasure. Each night they have to allow their husbands their conjugal rights. If they refuse they will get stern words or even a slap until they open their legs and allow more semen to be pumped into them. Even when they get pregnant the sexual demands don’t stop until they nearly give birth and then the cycle starts again. Their pussies are just receptacles for cocks to fuck into.

For Maya, she had avoided getting married because she had been put off by the horror stories married friends had told her. She had not really wanted to with any of the potential candidates and her mother was never going to arrange a marriage for her daughter if she did not like the man. No suitable man was ever found and Maya was now 35 and would probably never marry. She had never had sex but really wanted to. Her religion and social norms just didn’t enable it. However, she did masturbate when her friend told her how to find her clit and rub it for pleasure.

When Maya first tried she yelped out when the wave of her first orgasm rippled trough her young body. She had to hold her hand over her mouth, worried her mother and younger sister nay have heard. From then she had used her fingers outside and inside her vagina, eventually trying out years later a carrot to act as her penis. She had given up caring about keeping her virginal condition inside. The carrot was an occasional ritual (she used her fingers on herself maybe once a week) for when she had private moments when her family were out. She knew she could not hold back her loud orgasmic breathing and cries with her dildo substitute. It was far better than her own digital rubbing.

Her masturbation routine continued the same until she was in her late twenties and her job took her to Europe on business strips. There she would wear western clothes and feel feminine and normal. She liked getting looked at by men but was very coy when they did. She knew she was pretty and had a nice slim body. On one trip she went into a famous lingerie kurtköy escort shop and bought some pretty underwear. She also came across a selection of vibrators, all very discreet and stylish. She added one to her shopping and felt excited when she left the shop. Back at her hotel she tried her new sex toy and it was far better than her carrots. The build up to orgasm took longer and the explosion of pleasure she felt was more intense and long-lasting. Surely no man could do this to her, she thought to herself. For several years now Maya’s sex life was just her and her vibrator and her fantasies about who she was having sex with, which also occasionally featured other women. She was satisfied with this way of life, until she met Joe.

Her life changed when she took an overseas posting to London for a year. It was a big deal to leave her home country and family but she was considered to be a mature independent woman who could manage herself properly. At work she mixed well with her British colleagues and even joined them in bars but she never drank alcohol. She began to really like the metropolitan lifestyle. One of her co-workers was Joe, a man in his early forties, quite attractive and very funny. She realised she actually looked forward going to work just to see and be with him. He never showed any interest in her, probably because he knew she was a strict Muslim woman and therefore off-limits. One evening they had been working late together and he invited her to have a quick dinner near the office. Maya was pleased to relax with him and share their life stories. She found out Joe had been divorced for several years. Joe listened to her back story and he said he couldn’t understand how a beautiful woman like her had never married. Almost immediately as he said this Joe realised he may have gone too far and apologised. Maya put him at ease and reassured him he could ask and gave him the truth about not finding someone and having only a few men to choose from.

Over a period of six months or so they became good friends and often met up outside work — for coffees, meals and even cinema and theatre. She liked Joe and she felt he liked her but both of them didn’t know how to progress anything further. When it was nearing the end of Maya’s year in London they were out at dinner one night when Joe asked Maya a question that he still wasn’t sure he could ask.

“Maya, I’m not sure it’s appropriate to ask you this but I will anyhow. Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No I haven’t. Though I wish I could have.”

“But that’s not allowed?”

‘I can do what I like but I’m shy and not sure what to expect. I’ve never had sex.”

Joe was quite surprised she had used that word ‘sex’.

“But…” he paused, “but you know what an orgasm is?”

“Yes.” Maya responded empathically. “It’s just that they’ve all been hand-made.”

Joe laughed at her joke and was actually amazed about how forthright Maya had been. She laughed too, knowing that he would appreciate her self-deprecating remark.

“So, in the right safe and enjoyable environment would you want to see what it’s like?”

Maya paused. She beykoz escort had this one chance and had to take it. “With you?”

“Yes.

“That would be nice.”

“Why don’t we meet up tomorrow on the weekend. You can come to my apartment in the afternoon.”

Maya really didn’t know what to expect or do but she trusted Joe. The next afternoon she arrived at Joe’s place. She had never been there. It was smart and trendy but warm and inviting. Joe offered her a juice and invited May to sit down on the sofa next to him. He spoke softly. “I know you’re nervous but nothing’s going to happen unless you agree? Ok?”

“Ok.” Maya was ready to let him take control. Joe leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Then on the other cheek. Then he kissed her gently on the lips. Her first kiss! She slowly responded and kissed him. She was a novice but it quickly became natural and she parted her lips and their tongues met. Joe suggested he could give Maya a very nice and relaxing massage. She agreed. He asked her to go his his bathroom and take off her clothes and put a towel around her. While Maya was off in the bathroom Joe prepared the bedroom. He drew the curtains and put on a table light. Then he took off the duvet and placed a large beach towel he had across the bed. Finally Joe reached into his bedside cabinet drawer and took out a bottle of coconut oil he had placed there earlier. Also in the drawer were some condoms already removed from their wrappers. He hoped he would be needing them.

Maya came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her. She looked quiet relaxed and Joe thought she looked stunning with her long black hair cascading down her face and over her shoulders.

“Ready?” he asked? She nodded and he showed her into the bedroom.

“So there’s only one rule: you’re in control. Anything you don’t feel comfortable with just let me know and I’ll stop. Of course, if you like something let me know!” Maya smiled and said. “Ok, thank you.”

“Just lay down on the towel.”

While Maya made herself comfortable, Joe took off his trousers and left his undershorts on and his T-shirt. He gently pulled down the towel from Maya’s back and let it still cover her bottom and legs. Her skin was light brown and looked silky smooth. Joe started to softly at first massage her neck and leaned in and kissed her with many light kisses around her neck and shoulders. Maya felt relaxed immediately and her nerves had gone. She was determined to enjoy this. Joe spent a good ten minutes using the oil to massage her back. He then pulled the towel up her back to expose her legs, but still covering her bottom. He slowly moved her right legs aside and held her right foot in his hand, making it bend at the knee. Joe could now see the lips of May’s pussy showing through between her legs from under her bottom. Joe’s cock hardened. Maya wasn’t sure how exposed she was and thought perhaps Joe could not see her intimate area yet. The excitement in not knowing sent a tingle up her spine. Joe could tell Maya was shaved and her labia were small and neat.

While massaging her legs Joe wasn’t sure how far is hands should üsküdar escort go up her thighs and felt he should not go near her pussy yet. When he had spent another ten minutes on her legs he broke the silence. ” If it’s alright I’m going to take the towel off.” Maya knew that she would be completely naked and exposed to Joe for the first time, albeit with just her naked bottom on show. She acknowledged his request with a quiet, “Yes, go ahead.”

Joe took the oil bottle and squeezed out some oil on to the top of her bottom. With his index finger he slowly traced the oil down between her cheeks. Maya slightly tensed up mainly with a thrill of excitement at what Joe was doing. His finger tickled the crack and landed on her tight hole and continued on. The tingle and sexual jolt made Maya gasp for the first time. She knew joe could hear and he knew she was enjoying what he was doing. His finger continued down to her pussy lips and he gently prised then apart and slipped his finger inside. Her pussy was wet and ready and her bottom raised up to accommodate the finger in her pussy. With his other hand he placed another finger into her bottom crack and pushed it into her anus. He started a rhythm of finger fucking both holes. Maya started to moan. This was better than her vibrator for sure and a completely different sensation. She let herself go. A rising wave of her first orgasm with Joe built and built untold she could hold on now more. Her cry of ecstasy caught Joe by surprise. He was doing his job well.

He withdrew his fingers and asked Maya to turn over. This was the moment for both of them. Maya exposing full frontal her breasts and pussy area. Joe was not disappointed. Beautiful rounded breasts and the smooth shaven skin of her pussy. He bent down and kissed and licked her left breast and nipple. Maya had no idea she has sexual sensations like that in her breasts. She wanted more but she knew Joe would be moving on. Hs head moved down to her vagina area and he started to lick her slit up to her clit where he paused and sucked, making her orgasm build again. Maya felt she was being a dirty Arab whore letting a European man devour her pussy and put his tongue up into her vulva, but she didn’t care. She was a free woman, free from her repressed culture at last. Joe reached out to get a condom and put it over his swollen cock. Maya caught sight of her first erect penis. He rubbed his cock against her pussy entrance and Maya helped by widening her legs so he could enter her smoothly. Joe pushed in and back almost out again and repeated. They looked into each other’s eyes with love. Joe quickened his pace and Maya bucked under him, pulling his bottom from behind into her. she was becoming a natural at sex already. Maya and joe both orgasmed together and she clinged on to him kissing him passionately. When they had relaxed a bit he suggested she get on top. Maya had seen this in movies and always wanted to be the woman on top, fucking her man. Now it was going to happen for real. She rode Joe’s cock back and forth and brought herself to another climax. Joe kept going and managed to cum again filling up the condom. He wished he could cum inside her pussy but that would have to wait for another day, he hoped.

“Was that how you thought it would be?” he asked.

“Much better! My God I should have been doing this years ago! I’m certainly going to make up for lost time.” They laughed and then lay down together. Maya fell asleep in Joe’s arms dreaming of warm, erotic sex. And lots of it to come.

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A Brief Recap of Wednesday Evenings With Babs Pt 05

For James, Thanksgiving week FINALLY ends. To his surprise, relief and delight, Babs wastes no time in calling him to arrange their first session in two LONG weeks. And she calls on MONDAY afternoon to boot! Wow! He didn’t have to fidget all day Monday and then wallow in uncertainty until Tuesday afternoon!

As he drove to her home Wednesday evening he was so keyed up that at one point he had to pull over and do that ‘take a few deep breaths’ thing. Upon arrival at her house, an extended hug at the door and a few well-chosen words from Babs work the magic needed to calm him down.

After a slow and steamy ‘reunion’ in Bab’s bed, Babs stuns James with a sleepover invitation for the following Friday night, just two days away. She suggests that if he has them, (which he did) to bring a pair of pajamas, all cotton if possible. James thought he had died and gone to heaven, but somehow he was still alive and kicking.

Clad in those all-cotton pajamas, they spend that Friday evening cuddled up on the sofa, watching TV and making out like two teenagers. At one point Babs ‘requested’ that he give her a foot massage, and in the process of doing so James finds another fun and erotic use for his hands.

Late in the evening, Babs excuses herself and leaves James sitting alone on the sofa. A few minutes later she returns wearing a red ‘teddy’ and red ‘fuck me’ shoes. After making love they fall asleep, spooning.

And then… Well… read on…

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It was two fifteen in the morning. Babs and I had been sleeping so deeply that we had not moved in three hours since we had screwed ourselves to a state of sweet exhaustion. She was really out of it. I didn’t drink and still don’t, but she had consumed a little red wine. In addition to the sweet taste it gave to our kisses, that vino, combined with us fucking our brains out, had left HER out. Out like a burned-out light bulb. She wasn’t exactly snoring, but her breathing had the sound of deep slumber.

Now my piss tank was screaming for relief, and I was going to have to disrupt our beautiful body contact to deal with it.

‘Shit!’ I thought to myself. ‘My goddamn bladder is about to pop. Like it or not I’m going to have to get up and take a piss!

Oh so gently I pulled away from her, and she didn’t move a bit. Once our bodies were separated I realized in an instant how wonderful this ‘spooning’ thing was… and is. Determined not to wake her, I tiptoed to the hall bathroom. Luckily she put a little night light in it so I didn’t have to flip on some obnoxious fluorescent tube. To keep the noise down I closed the door, sat down, and let it rip. It was only after the flushing cycle was complete that I opened the door.

As I walked back to the sofa bed another need decided to rear its rude head. I need a drink of water. She had left the vent light over the stove on, and once again I was spared having to blast the den with light from the kitchen. But what cabinet did she use to keep her glasses? I opened one, then another, and finally, the third one, right next to the sink, had the glasses. I picked one out and filled it with water. I didn’t immediately close the cabinet door, and as I drank the water I saw something else. It was a 1968 calendar, small enough to hang on a little hook on the back of the door, but big enough that each date on it was in a box where one could put little notes reminders, or something about that day.

What I saw on that calendar changed everything in an instant. It was still on the November page. Except for the week of Thanksgiving, there were different initials in each box for Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays and one of the Fridays. Each day had the same initials for that day.

In the Wednesday box were my initials. I could not have looked at that calendar for more than five seconds but it was as if my brain acted like a camera and instantly captured an image of it. I finished the water and closed the cabinet door, then turned around to see Babs standing in the doorway.

Me: Whoa… you startled me again!

Babs: Everything okay?

Me: Oh, yeah. Sure. Sorry for the middle-of-the-night kitchen raid. I needed a drink of water and I didn’t want to disturb you. And, oh yeah take a leak.

I had no idea how long she had been standing there, what she saw, and what she thought I might have seen. I struggled to remain nonchalant and act as if the only thing in that cabinet were clean, empty glasses. What I did notice was the quickest little look she made in the direction of that cabinet. A look that was more with the eyes than a movement of the head. Sort of like the eye movent you sometimes see on television when someone is reading cue cards. It was as if she was thinking ‘I wonder if he saw that goddamn calendar. I should have put it somewhere else’.

Me: C’mon, let’s get back to bed. I hated having to get out of it and away from göztepe escort your warm little body.

In the short walk between the kitchen and the den, my mind was swirling in thought. In a matter of two or three minutes, I had gone from ‘I wish this night would last forever’ to ‘Who and what the hell have I gotten involved with?’ Whatever illusions I had about her and what we were doing were beginning to vaporize. Had she been any other person than who she was I would have asked her about that calendar and the initials on it. If there had been anything real about our liaison other than its sexual component, anything based on mutual trust, respect, and benefit of the doubt I would have effectively called ‘time out!’ and a little conversation would have taken place right on the spot. And if I didn’t feel like I was getting straight answers I would have been out of there, cold night or not.

But with Babs, it was very complicated. This sexual relationship that she had initiated, cultivated, and controlled all aspects of might quickly pivot to claims of things I didn’t even want to think about. Getting through the rest of the night and whatever she had up her sleeve for the morning would be a challenge for anyone in my position. But somehow I was going to find a way to control myself.

Once we were back on the sofa bed, she made this little overture that indicated she wanted a middle-of-the-night ‘get it on’ exercise. Frankly, I think it was a test to determine if I had seen in that cabinet that she would never want me to see. How I would respond and ‘perform’ might signal to her that she had a problem. Luckily my youthful libido was up to the task, and we did it missionary style. I made all the right sounds and left a nice load dripping out of her, but my cock might as well have been numbed with novocaine for all I felt.

In the morning she fixed breakfast, and afterward, it became obvious that for the time being we were both cuddled out, kissed out, and thoroughly fucked out. And as for me, all I wanted was to GET the fuck out.

I drove about a half mile from her house, pulled over, and began beating on the steering wheel. The word ‘furious’ doesn’t even begin to put a down payment on how I felt. Over and over I shrieked “THAT FUCKING CUNT! THAT FUCKING CUNT! THAT FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING CUNT!” I cursed with such ferocity that strings of spit flew out of my mouth along with my profanity. Then I turned the fury and profanity on myself. “YOU STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU IGNORANT, GULLIBLE, STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

How could I have been such a naive fool to assume I was the only guy she was fucking? What made me think I was so special that she’d risk everything including her career to get me in bed with her? And for me to be so eager to get in her pussy that I never even considered the possibility that there were other cocks gaining entry to it as well? Am I her ‘Boy Wednesday’ sandwiched in between ‘Boy Tuesday’ and ‘Boy Thursday’? Did these other boys work at our company too? And when they weren’t unloading their balls in her who else might be getting sperm injections from them?

After this initial outburst of outrage. denial kicked in. A part of me wanted so much to find out I was completely wrong. ‘Maybe those initials on that calendar meant something else, and that mine were on it each Wednesday was just a coincidence. I needed to confirm my suspicions as soon as possible and in as direct a way as possible. It was time to play amateur detective. Come next Tuesday night I was going to the park and ‘stake out’ the house to see if a ‘Boy Tuesday’ existed. And no matter what, if anything, happened between Babs and me on Wednesday, I would return to see if a ‘Boy Thursday’ might exist as well.

On the following Tuesday, December 10th, I got the usual Wednesday ‘appointment’ request during the day. Absent any good excuse to be ‘missing in action’ I accepted. By week’s end, I would wish I had been more bold and more skilled in the art of the little white lie.

It came to me that the only times I had driven either by or to her house in the evening hours were on Wednesday nights. Well, maybe except for those nights during the Thanksgiving week that is. But on THIS Tuesday night I did. Suspicions were confirmed and concerns were amplified. Sure enough, there was a car whose appearance gave the impression that its owner might be a bit young. ‘Gee, she must be keeping company with ‘Boy Tuesday”. I had arrived in the area just before eight in the evening, a bit too early to venture out into the cold December night. So I killed the time just driving here and there, and returned about forty-five minutes later. I parked my car on the far side of the park, then found another bench with a good view of the house but one that was not so easy to see from the house.

I sat in the cold and dark, waiting and watching. Sure enough, just after nine-thirty the bostancı escort front door opens and some young guy walks out. And there was Babs, standing in the doorway in her robe, just as she did whenever I left. After an exchange of pleasantries, the guy gets in his little junker and as he drives away, Babs waves and closes the door, just as she did whenever I left. ‘Boy Tuesday’ was not a figment of my imagination.

The following night was a test of my non-existent acting skills. You might say my body was engaged with hers but my mind was elsewhere. The ‘climax’ of the evening was another old-fashioned missionary fuck. I made all the right theatrical noises, but instead of happening naturally as before they were all an act. I even managed to bring her off before draining my balls. But as my load surged from my cock and was partially absorbed by her body I found myself wondering if my sperm was now swimming with any remnants of Boy Tuesday’s.

On Thursday night I was once again at my ‘observation post’ in the park. Sure enough, there was yet another automobile of the type more associated with a young guy than any self-respecting adult anywhere near Bab’s age. So now I knew that, including me, there were at least three members of Bab’s ‘harem’. Boys Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. The Three Stooges, each named for a day of the week.

Just as before, I sat there waiting for him to emerge and depart. When he did what I witnessed scared the hell out of me.

When the front door opened ‘Boy Thursday’ stormed out of the house. Babs appeared at the door, and it was obvious that things had not been going well. The sounds of a profanity-laced argument filled the night air. F-bombs were freely and frequently exchanged. Babs had lost her cool over something. It was a side of her that I had never seen.

The final thing she said to him was chilling: “You want to fuck with my life? Go for it! I can really fuck up yours and you know I can!”

“FUCK YOU, YOU HORNY BITCH!” he yelled in reply. He got in his car and burned rubber getting away as she SLAMMED the door.

What had provoked this exchange? Was it a bad night on the mattress that escalated? Had ‘Boy Thursday’ seen the calendar too? It didn’t matter what the reason was.

There was one ‘benefit’, if it could be called that, from witnessing this blowup. Whatever hurt I felt had evaporated and had been replaced with fear. But with the fear came resolve. From that moment on I was determined to figure out a way to extricate myself from this nightmare. The anger was still there, and I had no further interest in Babs and the free access to her tits, ass cheeks, pussy and blow jobs. These things were never really ‘free’ at all. Now the bill had come due, and no amount of money could pay it off because it wasn’t about money at all. The true price could well be something else that begins with ‘free’… my FREEdom to walk the streets.

As I drove home that night, I vowed that somehow, some way, I was not going to be there next Wednesday night.

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Searching For An Exit Ramp

Terms like ‘nymphomaniac’ and ‘cougar’ had not entered my vocabulary at that point. Even if they had, finding information about them would have been very difficult in those pre-internet days. The answers to questions I was beginning to formulate might have made for ‘interesting’ searches with unsettling answers.

How many years had she been doing this? Were there other guys, other ‘boy toys’ who were no longer on her ‘active roster’? If so how had those ‘relationships’ come to an end? Did she keep a journal or a diary documenting her seductions? Did she have calendars from past years with initials in the date boxes for each month?

From the first she had been in control of everything, and to keep that control she had erected this invisible wall around herself. To maintain the wall itself, she would, at strategic moments, say and do things that would fool me (and no doubt the others) into thinking I might be able to break through it. For all the deep physical intimacy we had shared I didn’t know much about her. She was a master of mind and emotion manipulation and had an intuitive talent for knowing just who to target.

How do get I out of this nightmare? What could I do to rescue myself? It was like I had become involved with a drug dealer and had decided to get out of it knowing I might get murdered in the process.

Sunday morning found me still grappling with trying to figure out a way to not be in her bed on Wednesday. Maybe it was my stupidity in venturing out into the cold night on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, but later that day an excuse, a way out, began to develop. It began with a feeling of malaise, and in a few hours, the unmistakable signs of a sore throat began to develop. For me that meant only one thing: I was coming down with a cold. It is a measure of how screwed up tuzla escort my priorities were that it was a welcome occurrence. In about twenty-four hours I would have all the excuses I needed to avoid Wednesday night in Bab’s bed! I called in sick on Monday morning and that evening, now armed with Bab’s home phone number, I was able to give her the great news. I didn’t even have to fake a raspy voice. I ended up being out all that week.

I thought ‘Okay, that took care of this week, but what about next week, and the week after that, and so on and so on? It took only a quick look at the calendar to bring hope to my soul and a broad smile to my cold contorted face and its nose red from sneezing. NEXT Wednesday would be Christmas Day, and the Wednesday after that would be New Year’s Day! Glory be! I’m going to be much too busy with family gatherings! Poor horny Babs would just have to slog through without me. Maybe by the first full week of 1969, she will have forgotten me altogether. Perhaps she might even meet another young recruit at some holiday party, and had replaced me with some fresh meat! Such a possibility was at the top of my Christmas wish list. Make it happen, Santa!

More than ever before I understood why communication from her was so spotty, scattershot, and many times absent. When you’re working to keep at least three boy toys on three leashes as well as keep them in the dark about each other, you must tightly control communication. It was why I never knew if each little Wednesday evening session with her might be the last. No matter what each member of her harem might think about where they stood with her, each was truly on a week-to-week basis and the only determining factor was her whims. You had no way of knowing if you and your dick had been dumped and replaced by some other fool and their dick. And no way of knowing why. No doubt that the calendar was a simple but vital tool in that control effort.

Yet for all of that, the fact that she had no problem with her boy toys parking in her driveway was a puzzling contradiction. You might also say it was a pretty serious leak in her control and ‘security system’. Any one of us could have done what I had done, drive by that house and see a different car on different weeknights. And depending on their mentality, any one of them, past or present could have slammed on their brakes, gone to her door to ‘investigate’ and do who knows what about anything they might find out. I thought of all those Wednesday evenings when that might have happened and how it might have turned out for me. It was chilling.

At times it got to the point where I found myself rooting for my draft notice to arrive in the mailbox.

Babs benefitted from abundant vacation time and was out of the office all the week of Christmas and the following week of New Year’s Day. I had no idea what she did those weeks, but unlike the self-inflicted misery I indulged in during Thanksgiving week, I didn’t give a shit. I was just thankful that no phone call came either week.

During a particularly dreary stretch of Winter weather, the turbulent year of 1968 finally wheezed and gasped to its miserable conclusion. On Monday, January 6th, 1969 nearly everyone was back in the office. ‘Nearly everyone’ being the operative phrase. For me, the year began with two nagging concerns, leftovers from ’68. The question of when the draft would come knocking on my door, and if I could find the ‘exit ramp’ to escape Babs.

The first signs that ‘something was up’ with Babs came the next day, Tuesday the 7th. The ‘usual’ time she called came and went, and the phone remained silent. At some point during the week, word came through the very short office ‘grapevine’ that she had not come back to work on Monday. She was absent for some ‘health issue’. I kiddingly thought to myself ‘Maybe she got some venereal disease from Boy Tuesday or perhaps Boy Thursday’. I dared not use her home phone number to call her and express my concerns for her health and best wishes for a speedy recovery from whatever was ailing her. Out the entire week, she was back in the office the following Monday. And the next afternoon, the 14th, the phone again remained silent even though she was there. Ditto the 21st.

Curiosity kicked in, and so on the night of the 21st I drove by her house, and the only car in the carport/driveway was hers. The same held true on Thursday night, though the absence of Boy Thursday could have been the result of what I had witnessed back in December. It seems that Bab’s sex train had derailed, or at least slammed on the brakes. This only reinforced my belief in the venereal disease theory, and a bit of health concern for myself began to creep in. Though her pussy and my cock had not mingled body fluids in over a month, and no symptoms of anything other than youthful horniness had appeared in my crotch, I could not help but wonder.

As January fell off the calendar and the weeks of February began to parade by, it became obvious that Wednesday evenings with Babs had come to an end. The phone ceased to ring on Tuesday afternoons. Our course of intercourse had run its course, without a word of explanation from her, and I was not about to ask for one. It was the ant hill better left unstirred, or that ‘sleeping dog’ that must continue to lie.

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Author’s note: Welcome to the fourth and final part of Inseparable! I think y’all know what’s coming in this section, so I’ll leave the intro brief. If you’ve enjoyed this story and want more of Killian, Jack, and Logan, keep an eye out for the next book in the series, “Insatiable.”

Content warning: This section contains moments of non-consent and exploratory themes of D/s.

PART 4 — Deflowered

MONDAY

Killian

Finished with her dinner, Killian stood up and took her plate to the sink.

“Do you have plans for the rest of your week now that you don’t have to think about finals?” her mother asked conversationally, as Killian put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Not really,” Killian shrugged. “Gonna hang out with Jack when class is out Wednesday. You know, celebrate the last day and all. Probably spend the night.” When her mother didn’t reply, she glanced at her, and asked, “That okay?”

“You’ll be with Jack?” she asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be at his house. You know where to find me,” said Killian casually.

“Will Logan be there?”

“I have no idea, why?”

“You spent a lot of nights there last week,” her mother pointed out.

“Yeah, you know how stressed I get studying for finals.” Killian wasn’t sure where the conversation was headed, but she wanted to avoid it.

“Killian,” said her mother, in a tone that commanded her attention, “your father and I don’t mind you and Jack spending the night together. But that rule does not apply to anyone else, especially if you are dating them.”

“Oh, no,” Killian finally realized what her mother was getting at, “Mom, I’m not dating Logan and I certainly haven’t spent the night with him. You can ask Jack if you want.”

“I have a feeling Jack would cover for you if you wanted to sneak around.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Killian snorted. “I straight up told his mom he was out with some random girl and not me. Doubt he’d be keen on covering for me after that. Especially if it was Logan. Which it isn’t. So don’t worry.”

“I take it you worked things out with Jack then? I know you spent nearly every day together, but I thought I heard you arguing the other night.”

“Yeah, we’re fine. He apologized for ignoring me, I apologized for trying to date his brother. It’s all good.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Feeling as though she had just dodged a bullet, Killian breathed a sigh of relief as she went to her room.

K>J: Can you do me a favor tomorrow?

J>K: What’s up

K>J: Come over after school. Have dinner with my family. Maybe play a game with them or something

J>K: Of course. You know I like doing that

J>K: Any reason why tomorrow?

K>J: My mom was asking questions that make me feel like she suspects something

J>K: You mean like us being together?

K>J: Pretty sure she thinks I’ve been going to your house every night to sleep with your brother and you’re covering for me

J>K: Wouldn’t cover for you if you were, babe

J>K: Thanks to you, my mom still asks me about Clara

K>J: That’s what I told her

K>J: But then she mentioned she heard you and I arguing the other day so it might help if she saw us being normal

J>K: Arguing?

J>K: So me calling you a fucked up slut?

K>J: Hopefully not that detail

J>K: I’d hardly call that an argument

K>J: Oh? What would you call it?

J>K: I’d call it fucking hot

TUESDAY

Jack

Jack had never minded spending time with Killian’s family. He liked them. This was definitely the first time he’d felt nervous around them. He was trying to act normal. He thought he was doing a good job. But every so often he’d catch Killian’s eye and his mind would go somewhere very inappropriate and he was sure Killian’s dad was looking at him suspiciously.

He was probably imagining it.

What he wasn’t imagining were Killian’s nipples raised under her shirt. He actually thought he was imagining it at first. She was wearing a dark green top so it wasn’t apparent right away. She’d worn a bra to school. He was sure of it. He wondered when she’d taken it off. He wondered if she’d done it in hopes he’d notice. Well, he had. And he really didn’t want to pop a boner while he was sitting next to her parents.

Jack forced himself to focus a bit too hard on the potato he was eating which made it hard to focus on the conversation. But he’d take anything to distract him from Killian’s beautiful, luscious, little tits. Jack tuned in just in time to hear Killian’s father ask, “Are you two going to the party on Friday?”

“Absolutely,” said Jack, at the same time Killian said, “Maybe.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “We’re going, Killie. Not letting you skip out on your last high school experience.”

“Hm,” said Killian, not convinced.

J>K: Might get laid if you’re lucky

K>J: Fuck off

J>K: Oh so you don’t wanna fuck now?

She scowled at him. Jack kadıköy escort loved teasing Killian and just couldn’t help giving her a hard time.

J>K: Nice nips

“Thanks for dinner, Mom,” said Killian abruptly, standing up. Jack helped her clear the empty plates from the table and followed her into the kitchen with them. He put the dishes in the sink and couldn’t help himself from discretely touching Killian’s tits once his hands where free. “Jack,” she hissed, “what are you doing?”

“Can’t help it,” he grinned. “It’s been driving me crazy. Why aren’t you wearing a bra, Kil? You’re a tease.”

Killian raised an eyebrow. “It’s my right as an empowered woman.”

“Cute,” he smirked.

“What’s your right as an empowered woman, Killian?” asked her mother, appearing in the kitchen.

Killian turned crimson, but said, “To not conform to societal standards imposed by men and wear a bra.” She shrugged. “Jack needed feminist enlightenment.”

“I’m plenty enlightened, thank you very much,” he said indignantly.

“Free the nipple, girlfriend,” said Mrs. Mason. Killian cringed at her mother’s words but dutifully planted a high-five on her outstretched hand.

“I’m gonna head home, Kil,” said Jack. “Wanna see my parents before they leave tomorrow.” It was partially true. The other part of wanting to leave had more to do with being afraid he let something inappropriate slip in front of Killian’s family. He was playing with fire. It was so hard to keep his hands off her. So hard to keep his mouth shut and not flirt with her.

“Oh, okay,” said Killian, obviously trying to hide her disappointment. She followed Jack to the front door.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he said, quietly enough to not be overheard, “I wish I could stay but I think I might blow our cover if I do.”

She nodded in acceptance. “I’ll miss you,” she whispered, looking up at him with those big round eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, beautiful,” he said, giving her hand a quick squeeze before heading off into the night.

Killian

Killian needed to get ready for the next day. She’d go straight from school home with Jack, so she had to get ready that night. She had to be perfect for him. She showered and shaved every inch of hair from her body. She was so excited. And a little terrified. Tomorrow, the wait would finally pay off.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Killian was lucky. She knew she was attractive. She knew plenty of pretty girls who were ridiculously insecure. But she wasn’t.

She cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging them slowly. She had loved her tits from the moment they’d come in. They weren’t huge, but they fit her petite frame perfectly. They were full and supple and even. And she loved her little pink nipples that would get hard at the slightest touch or change of temperature–hell, they even got hard if they thought about them for too long. It had annoyed her at first. Always poking through her shirts if she didn’t wear a padded bra. But then she played with them for the first time and became far less annoyed. They were so sensitive. She loved the little shivers of pleasure it sent through her body when she touched them. Killian watched herself in the mirror as she gently rolled them between her fingers. They were so cute and made her tits look even perkier.

She turned to the side and looked at her profile. She understood why Jack was obsessed with her butt. It was tight, round, and popped perfectly, making her waist look extra tiny. She imagined how good she would look on her hands and knees with Jack plowing her from behind. He would love it.

She turned around and looked over her shoulder, spreading her cheeks a little bit. Killian knew that eventually Jack would want to get inside her puckered pink hole, but it would take some working up to. A lot of working up to. Just thinking about it hurt.

She sat on the floor and spread her legs, looking at her pussy in the mirror. Killian thought she had a pretty one, although she didn’t have much to compare it to. She kept it totally hairless. Her little clit was just barely visible, poking out between her tidy folds. She spread her lips to reveal her juicy slit, admiring the sheen of from her excitement.

Killian had loved her pussy as soon as she discovered the wonders of masturbation. She knew how sinfully delicious it felt to bring herself to orgasm. She’d even done it in the mirror a few times, admiring the way her clit swelled under her touch and how her juices overflowed when she came–though she’d never admit that to anyone.

She delicately slipped a finger into her slippery hole. It was so incredibly tight. She really had no idea how Jack planned on fitting himself in there. It was just her luck to end up having her first time with someone so large. What a thing to complain about.

Killian pulled her fingers out slowly, watching the strand of cum that clung there. She could vividly imagine kartal escort what her hole would look like filled with cream. She got wetter as she imagined Jack’s cum leaking out of her. She hoped he would want to cum in her pussy. She wondered if he even knew how into that she was; creampie porn was her favorite. It probably wasn’t something she’d shared with Jack before.

Killian’s phone buzzed and she wiped off her hand to pick it up.

J>K: You still sure about tomorrow?

K>J: Yes

K>J: I’m not going to change my mind so you don’t need to keep asking

J>J: Okay sorry

Killian had a horrible realization he might keep asking because he was having second thoughts.

K>J: You still want to right

J>K: Absolutely

J>K: More than anything

K>J: Me too

J>K: I just want it to be perfect for you and it feels too good to be true sometimes

K>J: It’s gonna be perfect Jack because it’s with you

J>K: What we’re you doing before I texted you?

Killian blushed as she realized she was still sitting on the floor with her legs spread in front of the mirror.

K>J: I was imagining how good it will feel when you cum in my pussy

J>K: So you were masturbating?

K>J: A little but not really

K>J: Just getting ready for tomorrow and letting my mind wander

J>K: That’s hot

K>J: You’re clean right?

J>K: What?

K>J: uh like stds

J>K: Of course. Got tested last month

K>J: How many people have you been with since then

Killian really didn’t want to ask but she felt like she had to.

J>K: 1

K>J: Seriously?

J>K: Yeah. Just Clara

Killian was genuinely surprised by that news.

J>K: I always use protection

K>J: I know, but shit happens and maybe you didn’t

J>K: I can assure you I did. I use a condom every time with every girl

J>K: Don’t worry, that includes you

K>J: Wait what

J>K:?

K>J: You know I got the implant last year

Killian referred to the birth control rod in her arm.

J>K: I know

K>J: And it’s not like I have anything obviously

J>K: I know

K>J: You want to fuck me with a condom on

J>K: Well I want to fuck you, and I always wrap it up, so yes

Killian didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure why she was so caught off guard by it but she was.

J>K: I’m surprised you thought I wouldn’t

J>K: I’d never try to pressure you into that

Killian bit her lip as she thought about how to reply.

K>J: I dunno. Thought it might be different since you said you weren’t interested in being with anyone else

K>J: Has that changed?

J>K: What?! No!

J>K: You’re the only person I want to be with

K>J: Would you consider it?

J>K: Consider what

K>J: Not using a condom

J>K: Seriously?

K>J: Yeah

J>K: But Kil I was a slut

K>J: Yeah but you said it yourself, you’ve always been paranoid. You always use protection and get tested.

K>J: Besides you haven’t seemed to have an issue letting me swallow your cum

J>K: Shit you’re right

K>J: Over and over

K>J: So between you being safe and me having already had plenty of your cum in me, I don’t see this as being a significant increase in risk

J>K: I didn’t realize you were so anti-condom

K>J: I’m not anti-condom!

K>J: I’m just really into the whole creampie thing

J>K: I didn’t know that

J>K: That’s really hot

J>K: Fuck that’s really hot

K>J: You don’t have to decide now. Just know you have my consent to do it

J>K: Fuck Killian

K>J: I mean, you have my consent to do pretty much anything. I trust you.

J>K: Do you have any idea how hard my cock is right now

K>J: Does consent get you hard?

J>K: Maybe. It does make me feel better about taking control and telling you what to do

K>J: Is that why you keep asking me if I’m sure I’m ready?

J>K: Yes

K>J: I trust you Jack. More than anyone in the world. It’s such a turn-on to obey you

J>K: It’s a good thing I’m not with you right now, I might not have been able to wait till tomorrow

K>J: Are you jerking off now?

J>K: No but I will be soon

K>J: Me too

WEDNESDAY

Jack

“You know I’m not going to fuck you as soon as we get home, right?” said Jack as they neared his house.

“I hope you know, Jack, you’re gonna need to fuck me a hell of a lot to make up for all the times you’ve told me you’re not going to fuck me.”

“It’s cute when you pretend to tell me what to do,” he teased.

“You’d be so much more annoying if you weren’t so damn sexy,” she said, as they pulled into the garage.

“Thank you,” he grinned. He eyed her as she got off the ATV. “Didn’t think you’re allowed to wear shorts that short to school?”

“No,” she smirked. “But it was the last day. What are they gonna do?”

“Saw more than one maltepe escort of our teachers staring at your ass today.”

“Pervs,” she said, though she sounded rather smug about it. Killian was a tease, through and through, and Jack had no idea how he’d never picked up on it all these years. “I hope you were staring at my ass too.”

“You know I was.”

“Now that I know how big your dick is, I have a bit more sympathy for how much it must suck to get boners in class.”

“Hasn’t seemed to stop you from trying to make it happen every chance you get.” He smacked her ass lightly.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” she said innocently.

“My boner is your problem now.”

“I don’t consider it a problem.”

“You might after I have my way with you a few times.”

“Only one way to find out,” she shrugged.

“Take off your clothes, Killian.”

“Right here?” she asked, looking around. They were in the den downstairs still.

“Yes. You can leave your bra and panties on though.”

Jack watched Killian pull off her top and wiggle out her shorts. He took her in, head to toe. Her long hair fell in loose curls down her back. Every inch of skin he could see–which was most of it–was perfectly bronzed. She was wearing matching bra and panties that were white with pink bows. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Is this okay?” she asked unsurely.

“It’s more than okay, Killie,” he said longingly, realizing he had been staring silently. He wanted to be more eloquent but he was feeling rather speechless. “Let’s go up to my room.”

“Why did you make me take my clothes off down here then?”

“Wanted to see if you’d do it,” he shrugged, standing up and leading Killian upstairs. “Lay on the bed. Face down,” he instructed. Killian crawled onto the bed obediently and lay down, looking over her shoulder at Jack. “Eyes straight ahead,” he said. “No looking behind you.”

Killian turned away from Jack. His fingers trailed down her back, playing with the edge of her panties.

“Have I mentioned how much I love your ass?” Jack caressed it tenderly. Killian started to turn her head. “Uh, uh,” Jack tutted. He put a hand on her head and turned it away from him. “No peaking.”

He palmed her ass, squeezing it lovingly. He pulled her panties down. He licked his lips, seeing the sheen of her excitement already. “Oh, Killie,” he cooed, dragging his finger up her slit. “You are so wet already.”

“All day,” she nodded, though she didn’t try to turn her head again.

Jack imagining Killian walking around school all day with sticky panties. Part of him wished he had taken her behind the school and fooled around a little on their last day. He hadn’t thought of that at the time though. Jack spread her cheeks, revealing her little flower of an asshole. Pink and puckered and, he suspected, even more untouched than her pussy. Eventually it would be his too. Every part of her.

“Jack,” she yelped in surprise as his tongue made contact with her asshole. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to eat your ass,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“What? Gross. No!”

“Excuse me?” he stopped.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said hastily. “I just–why?”

“Because I want to.”

“Oh,” she gasped, as he started teasing her little flower again. “I’ve never…”

“Eventually I’m going to make you my buttslut, Kil, because this booty is just too perfect to not abuse. But for now, I’m just going to teach you how good a little ass play can be.”

Killian buried her face in the pillow as Jack’s tongue probed her asshole. She squirmed as he continued to tease her. Jack was now sure he was the first person to ever do that to her. He could tell she was unsure but not displeased. He paused to examine her pussy and saw cream leaking from it. That was a good sign.

“That felt so good,” she moaned longingly when he stopped.

“Good,” he said, hoping she’d feel the same about the next part. He rubbed his finger along her slit, scooping some of her juice off and using it to lubricate her puckered hole. He rubbed it slowly with his finger.

“I don’t know about that,” she said hesitantly.

“Trust me.” He kissed her neck. “Now, I want you to take one hand and rub yourself while I play with you.”

Killian didn’t question him. She slipped one hand under herself and started to rub her clit. Jack continued to massage her asshole until she finally started to relax. He slowly worked his finger into her tight ring. She rubbed herself a little faster.

“That’s it, Killie,” Jack encouraged her. “Just relax into it.”

She nodded, burying her face in the pillow. He continued to probe her slowly. He’d never felt anything so tight in his life. It would take a long time before she’d be ready to take much more than a finger. He hadn’t even gone past his knuckle, but he wanted to ease her into it nice and slow.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “Oh my god, Jack.” She rubbed herself rapidly. “I-I think I’m–“

He couldn’t help smiling. Her body gave away just how much she enjoyed the feeling of being stretched out. “Show me you want to be my sweet little buttslut.”

“I-I wanna be–” she stammered, unable to form a full sentence.

“Say it, Killian,” he said softly, as he continued to finger her. “Say it while you cum with my finger in your ass.”

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Chapter 6: Debut Bout

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Along with his orgasmic bliss, a few other things happened all at once. When the first shot of cum hit Lai Chan’s mouth, she recoiled, causing the second shot to catch her retreating face. Attempting to steer the flow of liquid away from her, she gripped his shaft and pointed it away from her. Unfortunately, she gripped it a little too hard.

HR was torn from the extremely pleasant feeling of ejaculation by the extremely unpleasant feeling of not being able to ejaculate. His own hand reached down and gripped Lai Chan’s wrist, causing her to let go. Like a hose, the built up load shot out farther than usual, this time landing on HR’s own face as he rode out what little pleasure remained.

His come down was brief, a mere second before the clarity kicked in and everything that had just transpired came to the forefront. He sat up quickly.

“Lai C-” he paused. Lai Chan currency had her mouth open like a dog having licked something unpleasant. A quick look around and she found that there wasn’t much to alleviate her condition so she opted for the simplest. She grabbed a handful of sheets and scrubbed her tongue on it, scraping off all of his seed.

They locked eyes mid scrub and she froze. Slowly she pulled the sheets away and turned her head, a tint of pink on her cheeks.

“What? It still tastes bad.” Another rare occurrence of his girlfriend being bashful. Another for the collection.

“I bet it does, but why did you-“

“Oh that’s right! I’m supposed to swallow it!” HR stopped her arm as it went to bring the stained sheets back to her mouth.

“Let’s not do that. You don’t have to if it tastes so bad.” He slowly lowered her hand. He then pried the sheets from it and took it in his. “More importantly, why did you…” he wasn’t quite sure how to phrase it. Not many people question the origins of a blowjob. A gift horse in the mouth and all that. “Put me in your mouth?”

“Did you not like it?” Genuine, almost innocent confusion spread on her face. He’d almost forgotten how refreshingly new to all this she was. At least compared to anyone else in the gym. Or her family for that matter.

“No, no it was great.” All one second of it. ” I just meant more as to… why did you do it in the first place?”

“Because Ai told me to.” Of course she did.

“But Lai Chan did yo-” Lai Chan interrupted him with a loud sigh and gave him an annoyed look.

“Yes, Hilbane. I wanted to do it too.” Getting too many similar vibes from the cafe, and thought of Lai Chan being upset at him, made HR drop that line of questioning.

“Okay, good…” A long second passed as he didn’t know how to proceed. Looking at her face did give him an idea. As cute as she looked with his cum on her face, he knew how much of a bitch it was to get off if left to dry.

He let go of her hand and pulled off his shirt, using it as a rag to gently wipe his spunk off of her face. Following his lead, she took a new bundle of sheets and did the same to him. He’d forgotten about that part and it showed on his face. She laughed at his embarrassment. And her laugh caused him to laugh.

During the nice moment of wiping cum off of each other’s faces, curiosity got the better of him.

“So… what else did Ai tell you?”

“Not much. She told me that if you ever got too cocky that I should do that to put you in your place. And then she told me she’d tell me more after I told her what happened if I did it.” The prospect of having her family so knowledgeable and interactive with their intimate dealings was not very appealing to HR and would be broached later. But in this specific case, he almost didn’t mind Ai’s meddling. She certainly seemed very… knowledgeable about the subject. Some part of him wondered what the next piece of advice would be. But for now, he focused on this current one.

“I wonder, what could have possibly caused you to use your ace in the hole now, girlfriend?” The beginnings of a shit eating green twitched at the tip of his mouth. He could physically see her joy for being called his girlfriend leave her face because of his tone. They finished cleaning each other and Lai Chan huffed again, turning away. HR reached over and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her as she avoided his gaze.

“Shut up.” His reign of terror would not be quelled with such a weak defense. His voice became ever more slimy as fake sincerity oozed from his facial orifice.

“I’m serious. I mean, you’re the best, Lai Chan. Undefeated in the octagon. Beloved member of our gym. Truly a prodigy. A genius. I just can’t wrap my head around a situation where someone so great as yourself would need to use a secret technique that someone else gave her as a last resort.” His gloating had no desired effect, but it did have some expected ones. Feeling her muscles tense was the only warning he got. But it was the only warning bostancı escort he needed, being so used to fighting her. A short grapple ensued.

As usual, despite the warning, he still couldn’t beat her, but he was able to take even more pleasure in her increased annoyance at having taken so long to subdue him. And so there they were, Lai Chan in full mount above him, leaning down with anger in her eyes. HR could feel her wetness as she sat on his exposed midsection.

HR felt more horny than scared, to be honest. Yet another side of her that he hadn’t seen before and it was hot as fuck. Besides, she wouldn’t actually hurt him… right?

He didn’t need to say anything as his smile conveyed all she needed to know. She leaned down towards him.

“Shut up.” A low rumble highlighted her words. So she thunders when horny and angry. Good to know. HR only got harder beneath her. The next response was more of a reflex.

“Make me.” And the anger ticked up another notch. He’d won. They both knew that. And nothing could change it. Anything from now on would never cancel out that he beat her. Losing to her betters, the few there may be, was not a problem for Lai Chan. But losing to someone she considered, at best, her equal was a whole new feeling. An unpleasant and confusing one that built up intense… feeling within. Feeling that had nowhere to go because nothing could change the past.

HR decided to take a risk with his gloating. His girlfriend was hot and most definitely bothered, and he had another hard on. Two birds with one stone?

“What are you going to do, suck my dick again?” Outlet acquired. All of the unpleasantness rushed towards her groin and needed to be released. Yes. She was going to suck his dick again, and this time win. But win at what? Blowing him again wouldn’t be much of a competition.

The throbs of her pussy would not be ignored and it reminded her of the other part of what Ai said.

Much to HR’s surprise, and disappointment, Lai Chan didn’t ravage him sexually. She instead lifted herself off of his chest. His sadness was not long for the world however as she swung one of her strong, blue thighs over his head and darkness surrounded him.

The lack of sight enhanced the other senses immediately. He could feel the immense heat radiating from something in the dark. Almost as if a fire had been lit but made no light. And his nose could guess what was emanating all that heat. In the enclosed space beneath her sundress, HR’s nostrils filled with a single smell. Her. Sweat, natural musk, body odor. Several familiar scents combined together to make something wholly distinct and new. It simply reeked of her. All smugness left him as the smell intoxicated him.

Lai Chan beat him to the punch. “Ai said that if I blew you, you had to return the favor and lick me.” The rumble remained behind her voice, but from anger or arousal HR could not tell. Nor care. “So do it.” Her sentence was punctuated by her settling down slightly lower on her knees, enhancing the sensory stimulation. And then she took HR into her mouth again. He didn’t need any more provocation.

Challenge accepted.

His want to bring pleasure to his girlfriend gave him the strength he needed to slightly ignore the pleasure she was giving him below. At least, enough to crane his neck up and taste her.

The physical aspect was nothing special. It felt a lot like licking your arm or any other piece of skin, only without the hair. And more slimy.

The taste was uniquely pleasant. A slight aftertaste of salt, probably from sweat, the faintest hint of an afterthought of metallic, and… scallops? A bit strange, but nice. Though the mental aspect of this act would amplify the flavor exponentially.

One lick. One lick was all it took to make her his favorite meal. One lick upwards, or downwards for her. His tongue started its journey at the top of her vulva, its tip sneaking in to tease the nub poking out from its hood. He felt her heat scald him as he tilted his head upward, letting the flat of his tongue drag along her folds. He felt her body shiver above him, and her pussy quiver in his mouth. He heard a loud rumble come from the direction of her chest. Her legs tensed and lost some of their composure, closing slightly and cupping his face with her powerful quads. Coincidently, this lathered his cheeks with the copious wetness that had been accumulating on her thighs, marking him with her scent directly.

Even before the end of the lick, his mouth was salivating as her scent embedded itself as a core memory. Pavlov’s dog didn’t have shit on him. Several more licks followed as he tried to implement techniques overheard at the gym, and performed at him by Jazmin and Flávia. He couldn’t help but moan as he licked, the taste of her and what she was doing to him bringing them out of him.

His newfound infatuation with munching his girlfriend’s box was only rivaled by the pleasure of her slobbing on his knob. He hated to think tuzla escort of another woman when with Lai Chan, especially when intimate like this, and he definitely didn’t want to compare her to anyone else but his mind did wander. He’d only gotten two timid blowjobs from his previous girlfriend, both of which ended shortly after they began and didn’t end with an orgasm.

Lai Chan, on the other hand, was a natural. He felt her lick, nibble, and suck on his cock like she’d been doing it forever. Beyond just sucking on it, she’d also seemed to have improved upon her handjob technique. Her hand moved in fluid motions, sometimes stopping to rub her thumb on his crown. When free from the thumb, her head was assaulted by kisses and licks, even to go so far as to run her tongue under the ridge. He once again had to wonder how much of this was Ai’s teaching and how much was her natural talent for anything physical.

The sounds she made while doing it made him wonder if the sounds he was making were that hot to her. In any case, he wanted to add to her pleasure in an attempt to draw out more thunder. It was very handy after all, having a surefire cue to how you were doing in bed. His hands reached up and felt her stomach through the dress and found her muscles taught. He then realized the position they were in.

Both of her hands were in use, either stroking him, fondling his balls, or some other pleasurable act, which left nothing to support her upper half. As his fingers traced her abs, he felt them tremble at this touch, but not tense. For the already were. For the past few minutes, she’d essentially been doing a modified plank, only using core strength to hold herself up. He could feel wet spots on her dress from sweat starting to build up.

As much as he know she liked to work out, this couldn’t have been the best possible experience. So he put one arm on her waist and hooked the other around one of her strong legs and tipped them over.

With a small yelp as she landed, HR had expected some comment or even a spar to ensue. But instead he was rewarded for his actions. Now that her legs no longer served as her support, one of them shifted and bent at the knee using her calf to push him further into her crotch in a makeshift triangle hold as she redoubled her efforts on his cock. Even though he didn’t get a verbal thanks, her midsection was certainly appreciative, as the muscles were lax and now twitched only when his hands ran across them.

Unfortunately for him, all good things come to an end. And he could feel his end approaching, fast. He reckoned no one would survive very long if Lai Chan came at them seriously, in bed or otherwise. But he was her teacher. Her boyfriend. And now, somewhat her rival. His pride as all three would be tarnished if he were to cum first.

He could tell she wasn’t very far off as well. Her mound had grown more… erratic with each passing lick. The fact that, at times, her technique switched to simply jerking him off showed that her mind was elsewhere.

To help her along, he focused his oral manipulations on her clit. His mouth closed atop the nub and lightly sucked as his tongue tried it’s damnedest to peel the hood back further.

Of course, Lai Chan would never go down without a fight. In the face of such pleasure, she rallied enough to get her mouth back around his dick and suck away.

It was a close one. But he won. Again.

Several things cued him in on his victory. Such as Lai Chan’s modified triangle getting uncomfortably tight, her thighs flexing and squeezing his head, the contractions from her pussy he could feel on his mouth and nose, and deep rumbling he felt start from her abdomen before erupting out of her as thunder. If her thighs hadn’t left him all but deaf, he would have probably worried for his hearing.

He gave it a few extra heartbeats to cement the win, and then let go himself, joining his girlfriend in the blissful climax of carnal pleasure.

His come down was interrupted by his loving, angry girlfriend. She had laid beside him during her orgasm, but upon recovering she reclaimed her spot atop him, looking down from above.

Like before, the very first thing he noticed was how hot she was when she was mad. The second thing is how she looked even MORE worked up than before their ‘rematch.’ He couldn’t help but once again think about how quickly she was becoming acclimated to these things. The first time they were together, she passed out immediately. Now, much like her training and fights, her sexual stamina seemed limitless.

To the victor goes the spoils, and HR planned on reveling in the moment. The grin reappeared on his girlfriend-juice slathered face.

“I win, again.” A rumble from deep within her. But her response ignored the slight.

“Shut up and fuck me.” A request he was all too happy to oblige. At least he would have if the door didn’t slam open.

In stormed Ai, looking just as angry as Lai Chan. And comparatively hot.

“You göztepe escort little shit!” The first words out of her mouth let HR know that she may have been angry, but was not the same type of sexy angry his girlfriend was. He wondered what he did until he noticed that her eyes were fixated on Lai Chan.

“But I lock-“

“Master keys exist,” Ai commented, casually cutting off her sister. “Get off of him, now.” Lai Chan did as she was told and practically teleported from above him to stand in front of the angry half elf.

Her hands attempted to smooth out her sundress before awkwardly clasping themselves in front of her body. Her blue face was almost purple as she was flushed with equal parts arousal and chagrin. Her eyes were casted down, but not at the shorter woman berating her, at the ground between them. HR thought it was quite a sight to see her be reduced to that. He’d never seen her presence seem so… small. Ai didn’t even look at HR.

“You’re free to go, Hilbane.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” It was then that he remembered that he was shirtless with his penis out in front of his girlfriend’s family. Family emphasized as he saw a very vindicated looking Veronica in the doorway and could have sworn he saw Mai Fan’s head hide behind the door when he looked over.

Quickly tucking himself back into his pants, he shuffled to the corner of the the bed and searched for something to cover himself with. He reached over and found his shirt, the dampness of it immediately reminding him that they had used it as a rag earlier and was unfit to be worn. It also reminded him that his face still gleamed with Lai Chan’s secretions. He used the shirt to wipe that off, or probably just smear it around, before dropping it back on the bed. He reached down to put his shoes back on.

While he gathered his things and avoided the gazes of the sisters in the doorway, Ai continued dressing down her younger sister. Main topics included the ungratefulness of the date being so short despite all the effort she and Veronica had put into the outfit, the fact that she didn’t even have the decency to take the dress off and thus got it stained and dirty, and a general comment on how she always rushes headfirst into things and doesn’t take the time to properly enjoy them. Not that HR was listening, as every insecurity under the sun, as he was sure Lai Chan was feeling times two as the center of attention, drowned out the rest of the world. The only thought in his head was to escape, and hope for the best for Lai Chan.

Making the decision to yet again leave a shirt behind, he grabbed his bag and headed towards the door. He looked back and shared one last look with Lai Chan, both of them apologizing with their eyes to one another.

At the door, he confirmed his suspicion that Mai Fan tagged along with her sisters. She squeaked and got our of his way, almost cowering from embarrassment. Veronica on the other hand stood her ground, resolute in her quest to take every minor and petty victory she could over her sister’s new favorite person.

As such, she stared HR down as he had to awkwardly shuffle/squeeze past her into the hallway. In an effort to not completely give in, he decided to pretend that her presence wasn’t even acknowledged as he, as best he could, calmly bid Mai Fan farewell. He assumed the squeal that escaped the girl’s mouth was some likewise response. And off he went, taking an even more embarrassing walk of shame home than the first one he had. He truly hoped this wouldn’t become a trend.

Later that evening Lai Chan texted him to apologize. The good news apparently was that when their mother caught wind of Ai’s outburst and clam jam, she stepped in and disciplined Ai. Shit really did roll downhill.

It then promptly devolved into both of them trying to take responsibility for the date going wrong/right before there was a pause in the messages.

“See you at the gym?”

He gave the only possible response. “Definitely.”

Of course, they couldn’t go to the gym the next couple of days because of what the coach said to him, but he also couldn’t (wouldn’t) go to see her until the heat died down at her place. But he also needed a way to make sure she didn’t work out. Luckily the solution fell into his lap.

They spent the next couple of days with nary a second apart, though physically separated as they were. Phone calls, texts, and video calls took up all of their time as they talked and laughed and shared movies and media with one another. They didn’t even talk about anything sexual.

He gained another point of confidence that she really liked him in that, unusually, she didn’t mention working out once.

Not that he wanted to completely take over her life, of course. But it was a very flattering thought to have as they both counted down the minutes to when they could see each other in person.

—

Three for three. HR was once again stopped when he entered the gym.

Lai Chan was over by the heavy bags when he graced the gym with his unwanted presence. She made to start in his direction, probably to tackle him again, but the head coach caught her by the back of the sports bra and stopped her in her tracks. He pointed her back to the workout and she got back to it with a sullen glance towards HR and a pout. One of the trainers watched over her while the coach headed over to Hilbane.

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Bryn was between my legs, looking at me as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. She wanted to make me come with her mouth, which would be a first for her, and had instructed me to do whatever was necessary to make that happen.

As I said, Bryn was super tiny, a pixie. Not a midget, just a very small person. She was 4’10” and 105 pounds, whereas I am 6’2″ and 225 or so. One of my prior sex buddies had measured my cock at 7 and three quarter inches, and almost six inches around. Bigger than average, whereas Bryn was much smaller than average.

I had managed to take Bryn’s virginity without too much pain, but the female body is designed for big things to pass through the vagina. The female mouth and throat were not designed for this purpose.

I watched Bryn have fun with my cock and balls, her tongue and lips enjoying several trips around my entire package. Her tiny hand could barely wrap the whole way around my shaft as she stroked it up and down. In addition to being a heavy cummer, I also produce a lot of pre-cum, and she was fascinated by the sticky substance as it formed on my cock head and slowly dripped down my shaft.

Without a word I got off the bed and pulled her over to the edge of the bed.

“On your back,” I ordered, and I pulled her over and positioned her with her head hanging back off of the edge of the bed. My full length mirror was on the opposite side, so I had a bird’s eye view below me and a view in the mirror as well.

Bryn didn’t need further instruction. kurtköy escort Reaching over her head and pulling me toward her, she opened her little mouth wide as I first dropped my balls in her mouth, dunking them in and out while her tongue chased me each time I removed them. I could see Bryn fingering her pussy as she sucked my balls.

At last I removed my balls from her mouth and asked her, “How many guys have put their balls in your mouth?”

“None” she answered, “Just you.” I was planning to hear this a lot over the next day or so.

I let my hard, throbbing cock hover over her face, and I watched as a drop of pre-cum slowly fell from the tip of my dick. She saw it too, and opened her mouth while the drop fell agonizingly slowly, finally hitting her tongue. Bryn groaned and licked her lips.

“How many guys have shoved their cock down your throat?” I asked, of course knowing the answer. This was our game and it was a turn on to play it, for me at least.

“No one, never. I want yours to be the first.”

I placed the head of my dick on her lips, and she opened her mouth to accept it, her tongue snaking out to get in one last lick of precum before things got serious. I pushed forward, my cock slowly forging deeper into her mouth.

“You’ll have to open your throat. If you ever tried chugging beer in college, it’s the same concept. Open your throat wide, resist the urge to gag, and just accept what is happening.”

Up against the back beykoz escort of her mouth and the entrance to her throat, I pulled back just a little, then thrust forward, my cock head somehow getting past her tonsils and into her throat. Bryn gagged and cough violently, I was afraid she was gonna bite my cock off, but she held onto my legs and wouldn’t let me pull back. She pulled me closer to her and insisted that I continue.

Not one to deny a lady’s request, I pushed forward more, with more force, pulled back a bit and thrust forward again. Bryn was struggling to get it all in and down her throat, but I was beyond caring at this point. With thrust after thrust I buried myself deeper and deeper into her narrow throat, eventually getting all the way in, my balls slapping up against her forehead as I brutalized her. I could see the outline of my cock in her skin as it moved in and out of her.

Bryn was furiously fingering her pussy, and I could see in the mirror that she was rubbing her clit at lightning speed. Since she was so small, I could reach her pussy with my mouth, so I leaned all the way forward, my cock driving itself even further into her throat, and planted my mouth on her cunt, sucking her little clit into my mouth and causing her to come immediately.

I kept thrusting into her as I licked and fingered her, then finally stood back up and prepared to finish.

“I own this throat now, I’ll stick my cock in it whenever I want to, and I’ll come üsküdar escort into your belly as much as it pleases me. I’m gonna come right now!”

I buried myself deep into her and let loose, her sinuses filling up immediately and her convulsions sending cum flying out of her nose. She held onto my legs while I continued pumping her full of cum, which was flying out of her nose and mouth and covering her face. After three or four pumps I started to pull back, even against her attempts to keep me buried in her throat, and the rest of my cum was deposited in her mouth.

When I was done coming, I held myself in her mouth for anther 30 seconds or so, then pulled my cock out of her mouth. She gasped for air and coughed again, finally scooting herself up onto the bed so that she was no longer hanging upside down.

She was covered in cum, and I used my thumb to squeegie it off of her face and have her eat my cum off of my thumb, which she willingly accepted.

When her face was clean, I leaned down and gave her the most sensuous kiss, our tongues dancing and sharing the last remnants of the cum I had fed her.

As I pulled back from the kiss, she looked me dead in the eye and said, “That was the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me, by far. I could have never imagined someone could enjoy something like that, but now I can’t imagine anyone NOT enjoying it.”

I had nothing to say in response, and we repositioned ourselves on the bed to get comfortable. It was getting late and after two big loads for me and multiple orgasms for Bryn, we were nearing the point of wanting to get some sleep. We got ourselves under the covers, and Bryn cuddled up close to me with my dick in her hand.

“I want to fall asleep with this in my hand, and wake up with it in my mouth.”

To be continued…..

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All characters in this story who engage in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.

Here it was–room 214. I paused at the door for a couple of deep breaths, trying to ease the trembling that had been building in the pit of my stomach since last night when Sir had issued my final instructions.

I was really going to do this: not only sucking a cock for the first time, but giving myself–submitting–to this dominant man. My legs shook, and I leaned one hand against the door jamb in case my knees buckled.

It would be okay, I assured myself. I had talked to Sir online for several weeks, and he seemed kind enough…if very commanding. Bethany had talked to him, too–sufficiently for her to feel comfortable giving me permission to come here tonight for this: my first time to have sex with a man.

One more deep breath, and I put my hand to the door handle. I had been told not to knock–the door was unlocked and opened easily. I found myself in a short foyer with a closet to my left and a bathroom to my right. I could see part of the main room, but only the part with a desk and entertainment center. The bed and other furniture were out of sight around the corner.

Quietly, I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Hands shaking wildly, I followed my orders, removing my clothes, folding them neatly, and stacking them on the counter next to the lavatory.

Finally, naked and quivering with nerves, I opened the bathroom door and dropped to my hands and knees. I lowered my head submissively so my hair fell across my face, and I slowly crawled into the hotel room.

Raising my head just enough to peer through the fall of hair, I saw Sir sitting in the room’s single easy chair. He wore black slacks, dress shoes and a crisp, white, button-down shirt. I didn’t raise my head to look him in the face, but lowered it again and crawled toward him.

When I was close enough to his shiny black shoes, I took the position he had described to me, sitting on my heels, knees apart, hands clasped at the small of my back, chest out, tits up, eyes down, mouth open–ready to be used as Sir pleased. I was committed; it was done. My fate was in his hands–for the next few hours, at least.

Sir regarded me silently for several long minutes, then leaned forward and placed the tip of one finger beneath my chin, prompting me to raise my head. He brushed the hair out of my face and leaned back once more in his chair as I knelt at his feet.

I’d seen his photo before, so I knew he was an attractive man, but seeing him in person…he just looked so…big…especially since he was dressed and I wasn’t. I felt like a tiny, naked creature quailing under the scrutiny of a giant. My breath caught, and the ball of nervous energy gyrating in my chest caused my boobs to jiggle slightly.

Finally, Sir spoke, and a shiver raked my spine at the deep, rich authority in his voice. “Undress me,” ataşehir escort he said, gentle but unyielding, “begin with my shoes.”

Hands trembling, I leaned forward to touch his left shoe. The polished leather was slick and cool beneath my fingers, and I had the sudden irrational urge to kiss it. Should I? He hadn’t said to, but….

I decided to take a chance and follow my instinct. Slowly, I leaned down and placed my lips against the toe of his shoe. Following another unreasoning impulse, I extended my tongue and licked the cool leather. The musty, acrid flavor of polished leather filled my mouth, feeding a quaver of astonished excitement that rippled through me at my daring submissiveness.

Still leaning close to his foot, I pulled the laces, unraveling the knot, then moved my fingers up and around his sock-clad ankle. He lifted his leg a little, and I gripped the shoe’s heel to pull it down and off. The odor of feet rose to my nostrils–not too strong–cut with a hint of lavender scent.

I let my fingers stroke over the black knit surface of his sock for a time, then reached beneath his pant leg to find the elastic band at the top. I drew it down, and he lifted his knee again so I could pull the sock off.

I stared at his foot–so large and angular compared to Bethany’s, and slightly hairy on top. I touched it lightly, stroking with my fingertips, then leaned down and placed a kiss reverently on his arch. “Mmmm,” Sir rumbled, and the sound reverberated through my body, causing something deep inside my belly to turn warm and soft.

I repeated my obeisance with Sir’s other shoe, this time rubbing my cheek against his bare foot and letting my hair sweep across it. His approving rumble set my insides aquiver like a half-set pudding.

When both his feet were bare, I settled on my heels once more, scooting back a few inches to give him room. I waited, head bowed, until he stood. He untucked his own shirt, unbuttoned and removed it, tossing it onto the bed, then stood there, the fly of his pants only inches from my face.

I lifted my head slowly as my gaze traveled up the long, straight columns of his legs, snagged momentarily on the bulge at the front of his pants, then continued upward to stare wonderingly at the hard ridges of his abs, the furred slabs of pectoral muscles, the thick, powerful shoulders and arms.

My god, I thought, he could break me in half with less effort than I would expend squashing a bug. My belly quivered, and I felt a droplet of liquid fall from my naked crotch onto the back of one ankle. Per Sir’s instructions, I had been edging for the past week–with Bethany’s gleeful assistance–and my kitty was drenched and throbbing.

Hands trembling, I knelt up and reached for his belt buckle. I fumbled with it, surprised how hard it was for my febrile fingers to extract the stiff pendik escort leather from the brass buckle. I succeeded at last, then unbuttoned the waistband of his slacks.

My heart pounded so hard as I reached for his zipper that I could see the pale flesh of my breasts quiver with each heartbeat. I drew it down, and the front of his pants fell open. I gasped as I beheld the thick bulge of his cock stretching the snug black fabric of his cotton boxer-briefs.

My head spun with excitement and anticipation as I pulled the elastic waistband away from his body far enough to pass over the girth of his penis. I pulled the underwear down his legs–along with his slacks–and his erection sprang free, smacking me on the cheek.

I couldn’t help it; I giggled–a giddy, irreverent noise–then clapped my hand over my mouth in dismay and glanced up at Sir. His handsome face was stern, but I could detect a hint of amusement in the set of his lips. I sighed with relief that I hadn’t given offense, and turned my attention to the marvel I’d uncovered.

It was the first cock I’d ever seen in real life. It jutted from his body in nonchalant defiance of gravity, bobbing slightly with each beat of his heart. Tentatively, I reached out to touch, stroking my fingertips along it. The skin was smooth and veiny, stretched tight over a shaft that seemed as hard as wood. The head was a dusky rose color that looked tight and slick, but felt spongy and velvety soft.

As I played my fingers over it, a fat drop of clear liquid oozed from a tiny slit at the very tip. Intrigued, I extended my tongue and licked the droplet up. It tasted very slightly salty and smoky, and it was very slick. Experimentally, I squeezed the shaft, and was rewarded with another, smaller drop that I rubbed across my lips, suppressing more giddy laughter as I imagined wearing it as lip gloss.

I rubbed the head of Sir’s cock up my cheek and across my forehead, reveling in its velvet softness and the cool trail of pre-cum left behind on my skin. Then I spied the pale pink sack of bulging testes dangling below the base of it, and my lips tingled with anticipation.

“Oooh,” I murmured, lifting the rigid, gently pulsing length of him out of the way and scooting forward on my knees until I could kiss the sparsely hairy skin of his scrotum. It was silky smooth, and when I extended my tongue for a lick, I could feel his testicle rolling about inside.

Eagerly, I opened my lips and sucked the nut into my mouth, laving my tongue back and forth, over and under, coating it with saliva and marveling at the way it rolled about in response to my licking, like an egg wrapped in wet silk.

Sir grunted, and, instinctively, I gave his cock a light squeeze and a little pull. “Mmmm,” he rumbled approvingly, and a spike of pride swelled my heart. I was doing it right, and it was marvelous.

Letting ümraniye escort the testicle slip from my lips, I switched his cock to my other fist and shifted to tend his other nut. This time, as I tongued it, I hummed at the delicious sensations in my mouth. Sir grunted again and smoothed one big hand over my hair. I hummed again, stroked his shaft, and angled my head to look up at him. He gazed down at me, and I blinked innocently at him, sucking his ball like a wide-eyed infant with a pacifier.

“Mmmm,” Sir said, “you pretty little slut. Suck my cock now, no hands.”

Obediently, I let go of his testicle and clasped my hands behind me. I opened my mouth, maneuvering my face so I could capture the head–now darkened to a turgid mauve–between my lips as it bobbed up and down.

Holding it in my mouth, I licked around and around, exploring the firm, pliant ridge that defined his crown, tonguing the slender cleft on the underside and probing the tip of my tongue into its tiny slit. Sir issued his little growl of approval, and I hummed, letting the vibration carry through my lips to his hard stalk and feeling it jerk and thrum in response.

Sensing it was time to get down to business, I tried a suck, sealing my lips around his shaft just behind the head and drawing air from my mouth to concave my cheeks. He rumbled in what seemed a satisfied way, so I did it several more times, humming in between and smacking my lips against his hardness with each suck.

After a while, Sir seemed to become impatient, and his huge hand came to rest on the back of my head, gathering a handful of my hair in his fist. Gently, but firmly, he began to move my head back and forth, stroking his cock into my mouth from my lips to my tonsils.

A wave of excitement and arousal swept through my body, like bubbles rising in a glass of champagne. Sir was fucking my face! He was using my face to pleasure himself! The bubbles seemed to lodge in my head, making me feel giddy, even as my needy cunt throbbed and wept.

Falling into a rhythm, I sucked and hummed in time with his face-fucking, and scarcely two more minutes passed before I felt his cock swell alarmingly and grow much harder between my lips. Startled, I looked up at him and saw a strange expression on his face. Suddenly, I realized he was about to….

Sir’s cock twitched violently, and a wave of warm, salty fluid filled my mouth, flooding my throat, and I choked. He pulled his cock from my lips just as it pulsed again, and a stream of milky cum shot forth to splatter against my cheek. A third stream struck my forehead and gummed my right eye, and a forth arced into my hair. He placed his cockhead back between my lips and pumped three or four smaller streams into my mouth.

Sir shifted away from me as I knelt there, a little stunned, and, when I looked up at him, he held up a phone and snapped a photo of me. Turning the phone, he showed me an image of my cum-glazed face, one startled eye open wide, the other glued shut. Pearly globs of semen decorated my features, and rivulets of jism flowed from the corners of my lips.

With a few more taps, Sir addressed the image to Bethany, and I watched as he tapped the send button. The caption read, ‘My First Blowjob.’

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My name is Pippa and it is also my work name. Why did I become a sex worker, my boss got me into it. This is my story.

It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales. Effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the written proposals for commercial window replacements. The salesmen obtained the enquiries, I submitted their proposals which they went on to secure or not.

After two years with this company, due to lack of candidates, I was allowed to go out on sales assignments. As a newbie I started out on the no hope sales opportunities, with time I managed to secure a few sales. My salary was slightly better, but not a lot, but I was paid a large commission on each sale. It all helped.

I had a nice rented apartment that I shared with my mother, my father disappeared years ago, never really knew him. Money was always tight, my mother worked in a supermarket on the tills and filling shelves at night, but we got by. She recently met someone working in the store, first person she went out with since my father’s disappearance trick. They got on well together and eventually she moved in with them, I could now manage financially, just, on my own. So I took over the apartment.

One day I was called into my Sales Managers office, he said this is a sales opportunity you can look after. It will be a difficult one to capture but I think you can manage it, good experience if nothing else. Plus I now had use of a company pool car, only passed my driving test a few weeks before, I was over the moon.

I was twenty two, five foot nine, long blond hair, toned slim figure, I did gymnastics as a hobby. I had a few boyfriends, none of them stood the test of time. They all only wanted one thing, closes they got was their cold hands down my knickers, and even then they messed it up. I could do better myself and often did. Well we all do don’t we?

I went to see my first major client, a consulting company who was acting on behalf of a City Building Works Department. I was given the formal enquiry after I had registered interest for my company to bid for this project.

Our QS department did their estimates and a new girl Jo, who only started two days ago, did the written proposal for me. She was disabled and in a wheel chair, the proposal was uninspiring. Her first job after coming out of hospital three months ago, they had to break her legs so she could sit in a wheelchair. She was very entheaustic, so we sat down together and brought it up to a presentable information standard, best I have ever seen from the company.

Jo said leave it with me, when I was in hospital and before that when all I could do lying in bed, I learnt how to use professional proposal presentation and publishing software packages. Next day Jo gave me an absolutely fantastically presented proposal to me. It included a picture of me and detailed my professional skills. My job was now to get the Sales Manager to sign it off.

The next day I took it into him to approve, he was over the moon about it. When he looked at the value on the proposal, just over one million, that was ten times bigger than our largest contract, he almost fell out of his chair. I talked him into reducing the price to just below one million to get us into the next stage of being short listed.

Although he was unsure of letting me run with this proposal, given that I was the newbie. He asked me could I bring this contract home and do you know what it will entail. I said yes I can. The next day I hand delivered the proposal to the consultants, my life was to change for ever from that point on.

The consultants reviewed it and prepared a never ending stream of questions for me to answer. Jo and I gave well prepared and presented answers. A month later we were told we were short listed to the final stage.

My Sales Manager was ecstatic at me getting this far with the proposal. Some of the older salesmen were critical and said all you need to do is sleep with the client and win the order. At that time I didn’t realise the implications of what they said.

Head office had now taken an interest in this proposal and challenged my Sales Manager on, could I bring this contract home or, should they get someone else to do it and did I understand what was required of me to do it. Being cornered he said yes, look at her profile in the proposal. Answer was ok I think she can do it, my approval to proceed.

I didn’t know it at this time but my boss had just given me my first assignment.

I was given my final brief on how much I could negotiate on without referral back to him and head office. I was told, if asked about reseller discount, to reply it will be applied in the usual way, no more. I was surprised by this, my boss said you don’t want to know.

Arrangements were made for me to stay overnight at the Scotsman hotel, in Edinburgh and have a signing meal with the customer. I was to meet the head of the City Building Works kadıköy escort Department, who had been giving presentations to the Holyrood Parliament earlier in the day. His name was Angus and I would meet him in the restaurant lounge area at seven thirty, he would know me from my picture in the proposal.

I arrived at the hotel, checked in, and reviewed my notes and documents that needed to be signed that night. I then got dressed for my meeting, the company had advanced me three hundred, against commissions I still had to be paid. It paid for a slinky little black number and the accessories to go with it, French makeup too.

I went down to the restaurant lounge with its quirky coffee table and ordered a G&T, no ice, and waited. I watched the guests move about, trying to pick out who I was to meet, usually they will do a walk-by in the area first to gain an advantage. As I was observing a voice from behind me said, are you Pippa, I turned and said yes. He said I am Angus we are due to meet tonight. He was a bit taller than me, immaculately dressed with white hair, a smart beard and incredibly well spoken. He said bring your drink and we will go to our table. As we walked over he took my arm in a gentlemanly way. It was a rather nice experience.

The waiter came over and we ordered our meal, I had already worked out what I would have so that I wouldn’t get flustered doing it. He ordered a very nice French wine that I had never heard off before. The meal arrived and we chatted about our lives, what we did and what we would still like to do. I breached the question did he want any part of the contract clarified. He said no my staff has already gone through it with a fine toothcomb and they are happy with it. I always like to see in person who is at the other end of the proposal. And I will be happy to sign the contract for you, we can do it in your room later, better not to do these signings in public.

It was at this point I realised what this meeting was all about, I don’t think I was surprised about it, not shocked as possibly I should have been. We continued to chat about our lives in a more open and intimate way. Angus had lost his wife a few years ago, I told him about my disasters of boyfriends and lack off sex life. Which he found quite funny, said it reminded him off when he was my age and did similar things, which were a total disaster. Then he met his wife and settled down. He then said do you want to go upstairs and took my hand and led me up to my room.

He could see that I was unsure of what I should do next, he said give me the contract papers and I will sign them, which he did. He then said, in a matter of fact way, can I help you off with that dress. I said yes, which he did ever so lovingly and tenderly.

I was standing there in my bra, fig leaf pants, suspender belt and stockings. He looked at me in awe. No one had ever done that to me before, I felt really good and aroused by it and could feel myself start to twinge.

He then kneeled down and undid my suspender belt, one clip at a time, gently ever so gently and then removed my stockings one at a time. My nipples were rock hard by now and I could feel wetness start to form from them and down below. I remove my bra as he slid down my pants and I stepped out of them.

I stood there naked in front of him as he looked on in silence. I undid his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He had a lovely tanned body, he undid his trousers and slipped them off. We both stood there naked looking at each other as he took my hand and led me over to the bed, which had already been turned down for us by the night staff.

I lay down first and he joined me, we both lay there looking at each other. Gently he moved over and kissed me, it was so sensual, and I was getting even more aroused by it, if that was possible. He then placed his warm hand on my thigh and slowly massaged it and my inner leg. I started to feel wetness, he then caressed me with the back of his fingers. He could feel my wetness forming too, he said I think it’s time we engaged with each other. I said yes and opened my legs in invitation.

He moved over me, I could feel him touching as he tried to enter, he gently touched and retouched me, gradually entering me, my wetness was now making it easier. Then I could feel him slowly entering me until he had fully entered. This was my first time, I was excited and enjoying it, I let out a long breath when he was fully entered. He smiled, as did I, he slowly and tenderly withdrew and re-entered. He gently started to undulate, I was enjoying this experience, my whole body was moving in harmony with his, I would hold and squeeze as he withdrew.

I could feel he was enjoying it too, I don’t know how long we kept this up. It felt like ever and I never wanted it to stop. I was starting to climax, as was Angus, I don’t know who came first but we both enjoyed the moment. He said thank you and kartal escort I said back thank you that was my first time. I could see he was excited about being with me on this occasion.

We lay alongside each other, pulled the sheets up over us to hide our nakedness, we held each other tenderly and fell asleep together. We awoke after a short time looking at each other, I was getting aroused again, as he was, I could feel him pressing on me. Without saying anything we did it all over again. By morning we had engaged with each other four times, each time better than the time before.

We both left the bed together as we had gone into it. Angus went into the shower room, it was a large walk in shower, I joined him and we showered together then dried each other off. Angus went out to get dressed, I wrapped myself in a towel and watched him getting dressed, he enjoyed that, as I did. He then left discreetly to preserve my dignity. I took my time getting ready, as one does, and left quietly. The account was paid on my company credit card.

I went into the office later on in the morning, on presenting the signed contract, was congratulated by my boss, in front of everyone in the office. The CEO phoned me later in the morning and congratulated me on a job well done.

Did I ever meet Angus again, yes I did and he signed three more contracts for me. After he retired to his house in the South of France, I was invited to spend the week with him, where we went to see the Monaco motor racing together. He had managed to get us seats overlooking the famous hairpin bend, the noise from the cars was incredible and terrifying, we could feel the vibration in our seats. I had a fantastic week out there with him, including a visit to a billionaire’s yacht. I was invited to come out and see him again, I said yes and I am still looking forward to it.

Was I asked to prepare and undertake similar sales assignments, yes five in all over the next twelve months. Did they all involve in having sex, yes they did, including one with a woman.

Karen; she was in her late fifties, I think, very expensively dressed and had white distinguishing hair, she had a very tender and caring way about her, reminded me of my mother. I had never been with a woman before, when I said this she replied don’t worry I will show you. I enjoyed her showing me and she also enjoyed showing me what to do. That was my first time with another woman and I really enjoyed it.

I also had several less interesting sales assignments. My salary and commissions were ten times what they had been the preceding year; I also had a new company sports car to replace my aging Honda Civic pool car.

One of the sales assignments where I was to entertain a client was cancelled at the last minute. A genuine family crisis caused it, but I did get the contract signed later and I did sleep with him. As I was already booked into the Balmoral Hotel in Edinburgh, the city’s finest hotel, that Friday night and had taken an additional night using my hotel points I decided to stay on.

I went down to the bar, with one of my sexy tight fitting outfits on, which is very plush and expensive, why not it was on expenses. I had my usual G&T, no ice, at the bar as though I was waiting for someone. A voice from behind, with a soft American accent, said Hi, my name is Chuck, I couldn’t help seeing that you have been let down by someone tonight. Can I buy you a drink, I don’t know why but I said yes. He ordered against his room card and said let us get a table and asked the bartender to bring over our drinks.

We found a table and sat down, our drinks arrived. We chatted about each other and why we were there that night, he had something to do with the American Embassy and a sales mission. He gave me one of his business cards, it said he was a Senior Vice President, I innocently asked is your business vice or something. He thought that was funny and explained his family had a defence electronics company in Baltimore and he was a director in it. I said sorry; don’t be; your card; you promised. I gave him my card and explained that I was a sales consultant selling replacement windows, he said I believe you, I said but that’s what I do. Ok; what do you want to do tonight now that we know each other? I said I was going to have something to eat here as it was my first time in this hotel. Ok that’s what we will do then.

Before I could say anything we headed to the restaurant, he got us a table. Before I knew it we had ordered our meal. I ordered the same wine that Angus had ordered on my first night with him. The meal arrived, it was unbelievably superb, and we both enjoyed it.

He suddenly said out of the blue, how much for tonight, I didn’t know what to say, and said for what? Sleeping with me tonight and having superb sex. I didn’t know what to say or do, but in sales if you are asked for something outrageous, be positive by pricing yourself out of the market.

I maltepe escort remembered his key card, which he gave to the bartender when ordering drinks, was for the Scone and Crombie Suite, the best and most expensive in the hotel. I said the same price as for your room for the night. He said, ok that’s a deal, before I could say anything, he said no let’s do it for the weekend. I didn’t know what to say, although I heard myself say it, I still don’t believe I actually said it. Ok it’s a deal. I had just made my first sale as a sex worker, no, I had actually been doing that for the past year. He said, pulling me out of my dream, let’s go to my suite, the meter is running.

We went up to his room, I was actually excited about it, and did not get overly aroused by it, just yet. His suite was incredibly plush and bigger than my apartment. He poured us drinks from his bar, G&T, no ice, if I remember correctly. He handed it to me and we both walked towards the bedroom with its enormous plush bed that the sheets had already been turned down on, for us.

I then said, in a matter of fact way, can you help me off with my dress. He came towards me smiling and said yes. Which he did ever so tenderly. I was soon standing there in my bra, suspender belt, stockings and fig leaf pants.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He had a lovely body, as he undid his trousers I helped him slip them off. He then kneeled down and undid my suspender belt, one clip at a time, then removed my stockings one at a time. I remove my bra as he slid down my pants and helped me stepped out of them. We both stood there naked looking at each other, he took my hand and led me over to the bed. I felt really aroused and in control, my nipples were rock hard and I could feel wetness start to form from them and below.

I lay down and he joined me, we both lay there together, he moved over and kissed me, it was so sensual, as our tongues touched and rubbed together. We were getting more aroused by it, I put my hand on his thigh and slowly massaged it and his inner leg. I started to stroke his hardness and to feel his wetness form. He also caressed me with the back of his fingers and could feel my wetness forming too, I said I think it’s time we engaged with each other and opened my legs in invitation.

He moved over me, I could feel him as he entered me and I let out a quite moan of contentment, he gently touched my G-spot first time, as I flinched he slowly withdrew and re-entered and retouched my G-spot, my and his wetness were now making it easier and more comfortable. We were both enjoying it as he undulate back and forth, my body was moving in harmony with his, and I would squeeze and hold him back as he withdrew. I could feel he was enjoying it too. I don’t know long we kept this up, I was starting to climax, he held back as I came for the first time. He started over with his unhurried undulating rhythm, I could feel myself starting to cum again, as I came for the third time so did he. We both enjoyed the moment.

By this time we were both wet with exhaustion, we lay there embracing each other. I pulled up the sheets, as I liked to do, to hide my nakedness. We held each other tenderly until we fell asleep together. We awoke still embraced looking at each other we could feel each other’s arousal, without saying anything. We did it all over again, by morning we had engaged with each other five times, each time better than the time before. I don’t know how many orgasms I had that night.

We both left the bed together and went into shower room. We had sex again against the wall with the warm water spraying over us, a magical experience. We dried each other off. As I wrapped myself in a towel, Chuck went out and phoned down our breakfast order, I brought him out a towel and watched him put it on, he enjoyed it as I did. We had our breakfast served and ate it with only out towels on. Very sensual as Chuck kept rubbing my leg with his.

I asked him how he knew that I would be available and responsive to him last night. I asked Jack the bartender where’s all the action tonight, first having to cross his palms with lots and lots of money. He pointed you out to me and I am glad he did. I learnt something new that night, always be friends with the bartender. We both got changed, me into my one piece almost see through shorts and top with my black underwear shining through. Chuck in his white shorts and loose necked shirt.

We did the tourist route through Edinburgh seeing all the sights, as the festival was on it was buzzing with activity. We even went to see the Royal Yacht by tram, it was on his list of things to do. He was over the moon when I told him that my uncles and older cousins actually built this ship.

Exhausted we went back to his suite, but not that exhausted. Afterwards we changed for our evening meal. Saturday night and most of Sunday we stayed in bed and had wonderful sex. I drove Chuck to the airport to catch his flight to London. As he left me he gave me a very fat envelope, with cash in it, and said I will give you a call, I have your card.

As I drove home to Glasgow, I started to think, I had a wonderful weekend with a fantastic guy who paid me to have wonderful sex with him. I think at that time I was formulating what I should do with my life.

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