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Breakfast on the deck that overlooked my backyard was my favorite time of day. After moving to Florida twenty years ago, I never tired of the outdoors and year round outdoor living. Family and friends still couldn’t believe I’d ever leave Pennsylvania.

I couldn’t go on with my life there without my husband. He was only thirty and we had plans. A lot of life to finish yet. After his death I just could not stay and wallow in those constant memories.

The coffee steamed in the morning air, and I pulled my robe tighter around my nude body. I didn’t mind it cool because I knew heat was coming. Leaves were wet from the fog, and the beads of water on the banana leaves glittered under the rising sun. The scent of jasmine was heavy in the damp morning air. That there was no breeze was rare as we usually had constant coastal breezes. We will enjoy them later though, once the day heats up.

I had created a little oasis of my backyard. Neighbors surrounded me, but I had designed it that I had total privacy without using fencing. The foliage was thick enough to obscure their view, yet they enjoyed my tropical border on their side.

Gaudy bright painted buntings gorged themselves on the feeders and I never tired of watching them. Mockingbirds were the morning vocal entertainment.

I didn’t want to take up too much of my haven with a large pool, so I opted for a small aqua glass tiled pool. Big enough for exercising and afternoon cool offs. I loved water exercises and kept in shape playing tennis and occasional rounds of golf with some neighborhood women. Yoga after breakfast always started my day.

The sun was warm on my skin after the coolness of the fog. I pinned my hair up and rolled out my yoga mat to began my series of poses. I loved the freedom of no clothes when I was outdoors.

Dragging a trailer full of my belongings from Pennsylvania to Florida was a huge step of independence for me. It became easier as I found the perfect house and location for my art studio. The workmen had it gutted and rebuilt more quickly than I thought, so I didn’t have long in the local motel.

The entire length of the side of my house was glass and housed my art studio. The private entrance allowed me to have shows and private buyers in without invading my private space.

They argued that this house configuration would not be best for resale value, but since I intended to live my life here, I really didn’t care. I had decided early in life to be childfree, so I had no concerns about grown children arguing over their inheritance.

After a quick shower, I slipped into my favorite painting outfit. Bib overalls and nothing. I loved the freedom and no constriction of clothing when I painted as well. Granted, the bib over my 36C knockers and side open to below my waist left little to the imagination, there was no one here anyhow. I kept them on a hook by my studio door so I could get ready to paint at my whim.

I’d started working with large, five foot by five foot canvases, but they were fairly difficult for me to stretch. Holding the canvas taut and stapling proved to be a challenge, but I did get a few done ahead.

The paint flowed with my brain and it seemed like only a few minutes and I was losing my daylight, when it fact it’d been hours. I did a few stretches and went to the kitchen to feed my starving self. The knock on the door came at the same time my brain registered I still had my overalls on. Too late because the full view door hides nothing. I peeked and it was my neighbors son. Fortunately he’s plenty old enough that I don’t have to worry about being the neighborhood perv.

Nonchalantly I opened the door, trying not to lean either way so the bib covering my tits wouldn’t move.

“Hey Mike! Long time no see, how’s college,” I asked, motioning for him to come in.

I’m not sure how he could talk because once he spotted the open side of my overalls, he couldn’t take it his eyes off. “Great Mrs M! I’m home on break.”

“Nice. I was just making a sandwich, would you like one?” I was contemplating whether I should act as though I’m fully dressed and continue on, or to run and really get dressed. Which at this point seemed a little silly.

“Sure,” he mumbled, still pretty well locked on to the side of my bib. I’m sure he was willing the straps to break.

“So,” I said trying to divert his attention, “what brings you by?”

“Huh? OH! Yes, well you know I’m wanting to be a photographer and I know you’re an artist and I was wondering if you had any tips for me on breaking into the arts.”

He’s finally regained his composure and helped me take drinks and food out to the deck. I carefully sat down, trying to watch so the bib didn’t gape open. Mission accomplished. Although he still had a full view of my side boob nearly to the nipple.

“First thing I’d say, is believe in yourself because şırnak escort you are going to have to market yourself.” We went on to discuss various ways he could start his photography business.

“Your yard is like a tropical island,” he said.

“Thanks! I put a lot of work into it, but it was all worth it.”

“Do you paint outdoors ever?”

“I have, but mostly use my studio. I don’t like to drag all my supplies out plus a big canvas. And the wind….”

“Yeah yeah, I can see that.”

“Hey one of these days before you go back to school, would you like to help me stretch some canvas? They’re so big it’s tough for me to get them tight.”

“Sure! Anytime! Just let me know. I’m not working this break. I want to get as much shooting in as I can. I’m looking for some studio space to rent. Would you know of anything available?”

“I don’t, sorry,” I said sincerely, then thought… .should I or shouldn’t I? Without giving myself time to answer I said, “But my art studio is huge and can be divided off by a wall partition. If that’d be something you’d be interested in?”

He had a handsome face, adult but with a youthful charm. Overgrown thick brown hair and chocolate brown eyes gave him that boyish look. I was tall so he must be a little less than six foot. I wouldn’t mind having this eye candy around for awhile, I thought.

“I think that might work but can I see the space?”

I led him through the house into the studio space. “This partition pulls closed so you can have complete privacy. Unfortunately the windows have no covering so you’ll just have natural light. Maybe that won’t work for you.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem really. If I need darkness to shoot I can do it after sunset. If that’d be okay with you.”

“Sure. I’ll give you a key to the studio so you can come and go as you like.”

“Wow, that’d be great! I really appreciate this. I’ll be able to really get some stuff done for my portfolio.” This is going to work out great, I thought. The company will be nice for me.

In came some lighting and a few pieces of furniture the next day while I was painting. Once I got into my zen thing, I didn’t notice much.

He peeked around the corner and said quietly, “Knock knock.”

“C’mon in! I’m not one of those kind of arteeests,” I said exaggerating it. I noticed that he was distracted by my bib overalls again. “I hope seeing this old lady like this isn’t a problem,” I said smiling and indicating my attire.

“OLD?” He laughed. “Hardly old!” He smiled. “You are hot for your age and I don’t even consider your age. If it doesn’t bother you that you might arouse me,” he said, blushing. “I’m more than good with it.”

“I’m 51 and if I can arouse someone your age, I’m thrilled,” I said laughing. “So that’s that. I shall continue to paint comfortably, and you can look all you want. How’s that?!”

“YEP!” And with permission, he made a show of looking right into my overalls and we both laughed.

He went back to his studio and I continued to paint. Him telling me that I aroused me was a bit of a turn on for me as well. He’d come back around the wall again.

“By the way, I was planning on doing some nudes for my portfolio, would that bother you if I brought models in?”

I laughed. “I haven’t for awhile, but often had models in to pose nude. So no, I’m quite alright with it.” I could tell he was getting more used to my attire, but caught him glancing down to take a peek. He grinned at getting caught and disappeared into his studio. Yes, I think I’m going to enjoy his company, I thought.

The next morning he showed up with coffee. “You know I’m now yours forever,” I said laughing. “Coffee is the they key to my heart!”

“So now I know the secret!” We laughed. “Hey I was wondering if you had an hour or two today sometime to help me. I want to set up the lighting in the studio and need a model.”

“Sure, I have nothing pressing. Just say the word.” I was ready to paint but didn’t have my zen on yet.

“Now?”

He had his studio nicely laid out with furniture in each corner with a specific shot in mind. One corner was a navy wing back chair, which I suspect would be for portraits. Another corner had various height stools, for family shots. The center held a single bed frame with the two mattresses. There were a number of drop down backgrounds that hung from the ceiling behind and a stack of fabric on the floor to cover the bed.

“Looking good, Mike! Very professional!”

“Thank you. Means a lot,” he said blushing.

“Okay where do you want me.”

“How about the chair first.” He went about adjusting lights and taking some test shots. Checking them out on his laptop he was able to adjust the light heads immediately. “You’re very photogenic,” he said quietly.

“Really? I hadn’t thought that of myself.” He smiled warmly. I felt myself relaxing. Until then not realizing I was tense.

“Okay, can you move to one of the stools? They’ll şırnak escort bayan be moved by the size of the family but I can at last get my lighting close.”

I did and moved to the various heights of stools until he was satisfied. The only thing left was the bed so I moved over to that, waiting to see if he was going to use a background or cover.

He spread out black velvet. He swallowed hard and said, “Could you lie down?” I laid on my side with my head propped on my hand.

“Like this?” It was then I realized the bib on my overalls had slipped a bit to the side and Mike now had an unobstructed view of one plump breast. I also realized the rise on the front of his shorts. I chose to ignore it all and gave no indication I noticed his tantalizing erection. I was older than him but not dead, I thought to myself, almost laughing out loud.

“Yes, that’s perfect.” I knew it would be.

He took quite a number of shots, adjusting me as well as backdrops and various lighting. “I hope you’re not getting tired,” he said.

“Not at all,” I said. “I know you want to shoot nudes here. Would it be better if I was nude so you could set everything up the way you want.”

His eyes nearly bugged out, but he quickly replied, “That would be perfect! If you don’t mind that is!”

I stood up, slid the straps off my shoulder and let my paint spattered overalls puddle around my feet, and laid back on the bed.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Uh yeah. Sure,” his voice gravelly. “You’re really beautiful Mrs M.”

“Since I’m naked and you’re hard, why don’t you call me Cassandra or anything close?” I smiled.

“Cassie?” I nodded and smiled.

He began arranging things in earnest now that he had a live model. Luscious red silk pillows appeared. “Could you hold them in front of you.” I did with a teasing smile, a couple of blasts of light when the studio lights fired. I moved a bit more provocatively. They fired off again.

“Is this what you want?” I asked.

“Yeah! Don’t stop. You look so sexy, Cassie,” his voice low.

“Mmmmm, thank you,” I purred seductively.

I had fun with it. I came up with poses that were kittenish and pretty mild, but as I got into it, more raunchy. He started giving me some encouragement and direction.

“Oh yeah, that’s so fucking sexy, Cassie, keep going….. Arch your back a little… Yes!…. Flip your hair over your breasts… Oh my god yes that’s beautiful…. Shoulder back… Yessssss your breasts are so hot… so big… your nipples look like chocolate kisses.” I tweaked them harder and longer and heard his moan. “Yesss I want to get some close ups… squeeze those big breasts together…. yeah yeah that’s it.”

I pressed them together, perfect for titty fucking because they were the perfect size for a hot cock to slide through. I was got myself so turned on I couldn’t quit touching my body.

All I wanted to do was put my hand between my legs, rub my dripping pussy and cum. He leaned over the bed adjusting the cover and his bulging hard on was right in front of me. I wanted to grab him, pull him down and ride him to a screaming orgasm. The camera kept clicking and the lights flashed constantly. I could hear his hard breathing as he worked, as he got more turned on too.

He cleared his throat. “I was thinking it will be dark soon and we could wait a little and shoot with the studio dark and hot lights.”

‘That’s a great idea. I’m going to go get us something to drink.” When I stood up I didn’t know if I should put my overalls back on, which seemed silly, or just go nude. I opted for the latter.

I brought some raspberry lemonade I’d made fresh this morning. What Mike didn’t know was that I downed a large glass of wine in the kitchen. Just to relax I thought, then laughed to myself. Right.

He was gone when I got back and I noticed on his return he no longer had an erection. Whether he took care of himself or not, I couldn’t guess. Interesting fantasy though.

We talked a bit while the sun went down and the studio went shadowy. He changed the bed cover from black velvet to midnight blue velvet with a matching background. This time it surrounded three sides of the bed, almost a cocoon. Very intimate. I was feeling pretty mellow with the swiftly consumed glass of wine.

“What do you want me to do? How far can I go?”

He blinked and took a moment. “As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing you can do that would be too much. I know I’ve gotten some great shots of you and I’m learning a lot. I won’t stifle either one of us. It seems we have a pretty good thing going,” he said, smiling.

And I don’t want to take it too far this early, I thought. I’m not even sure where I’m going with this thing. He’s to young for me. Certainly I’m too old for him to be interested.

The rest of the shoot went pretty much the same. I didn’t push any unspecified boundaries and he didn’t encourage. Maybe I need someone my own age to play with. It had been escort şırnak ages since I’d been out with anyone. Mainly because no one ever quite clicks with me.

I was up early, had breakfast and was in the studio painting early. I lost a day of painting yesterday and I had an upcoming show I had to prepare for. My creativity takes a dive if I’m pressured or stressed.

I heard Mike in his studio for a brief time today but that was it. The heat was pretty intense yesterday in his studio. It was best that we had a cool down time. Probably more me that needed a cool down time.

I got into my zen painting mode and the day flew by.

I was up early for tennis. My regular partner had pulled a muscle and was out of commission for a bit, so I was glad she was back.

“So tell me about this new boarder!”

I loved Jeannie, but she doesn’t listen. “I didn’t say he was living with me, just using part of my studio. He’s a photography student and needs to work on his portfolio. Not like I can’t spare the space,” I said. I only used the complete space when I had gallery showings.

“So he’s young eh,” she mused.

“Yeah, he is. College student,” I replied, ignoring her insinuations. “He’s not interested in an old lady like me.”

“Yeah, you old. You can run rings around thirty-somethings and I’d put your body up against twenty-somethings any day. You’ve taken care of yourself, Cass, and it’s obvious.” And with that she proceeded to whip my ass in tennis.

“Mike, when you get some time can you help me stretch some more of these large canvases?” We’d both been busy on our own projects and hadn’t talked in awhile.

“Absolutely! How about now?”

I’d showered and changed into my painting overalls after tennis, so I was ready. “Sure thing.”

The stretcher bars were prepared since I had them special made for the size. I rolled the canvas out across the floor. I noticed Mike looking at my heavy swaying breasts as I bent over to unroll the canvas. The loose fitting bib easily gaped each time I’d move. I’ll admit, I liked his attentions and probably took more time bending over to adjust than needed. I hoped he was tantalized by the show.

He stood looking down at the canvas. “So how do you do it, cover yourself in paint and roll around?” he asked, laughing at his funny.

“I haven’t but it has been done,” I said, amused when he was surprised how right he was.

“Wow,” he mumbled, obviously contemplating that. “But you haven’t done it yourself?”

“Nope. Never. Do you want to try it?” I asked. He looked up surprised and I thought he’d turn me down flat.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

“I have non toxic paints and you’ll have to be naked of course. I’ll apply the paint and direct your movements.”

“Okay! Sounds like fun!” In a flash he was naked, his dick unashamedly at attention. “Seeing you like that does it to me.” He shrugged. I smiled and enjoyed his enticing show.

Vivid color paints filled trays and pots. I added a roller or brush to each. “This paint will eventually dry on your skin but will be easy to wash off. It’s non toxic, so no worries.” I had to take a moment to decide the how’s and try to ignore the temptation of his hard cock waving in my face. “I think the best way will be for me to paint you and you can lay on the canvas. From there I’ll direct your movements. Does that work for you?” He nodded eagerly.

I stood in front of him with a roller of royal blue and a brush loaded with yellow. “Ready?!” He grinned and nodded and I started stroking and rolling the paint on, starting with his chest and arms. The lower I worked the heavier his breathing and I knew the brushes were like light caresses on his skin. The action of the roller on his skin was even more arousing.

I knelt before him, his cock literally throbbing in front of me. I rolled the fronts of his legs starting at the top of his feet and working up. His thighs were well muscled and I stroked various colors using muscle structure. I contemplated how much to cover but as I got to the top of his thighs, I ran the small roller lightly down his rock hard cock. He gasped, but didn’t flinch.

“You okay?” I asked, knowing.

“Oh yeah.”

“I think you should just carefully lay face down on the canvas and I’ll guide your body. Sort of like you’re a paint brush I guess,” I laughed.

I thought I heard a soft moan when I dabbed paint on his balls with the soft brush. They would be touching the canvas, so I had to do it, I thought. Right?

He lay spread eagle, already bits of paint smeared on the white canvas. I was loving what was happening already. I started moving his arms. I held the back of his thighs and slid his legs in the paint.

“Okay now can you just squirm your body around to move the paint on the canvas?” He did and it looked fantastic already. Surprisingly so. He rolled a bit and rocked his pelvis into the canvas while the muscles in his delicious ass squeezed hard. It was my turn to catch my breath.

I had him roll on his side to apply more paint. He propped his head on his hand watching. He moaned a little louder when I started stroking on the paint near his cock.

“You know this is really erotic,” he said quietly.

“I noticed. And that’s just fine I think. Do you?” I loved exciting him.

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*Note to readers: I don’t have children in school, but I do have tremendous concerns with education in America. I believe the entire system needs to be dismantled and rebuilt from the ground up, but also believe that will never happen for a variety of reasons. I can’t even touch on all of the problems or why I see them as concerns let alone offer proposed solutions as this is a forum for love, romance, and sex, not social issues.

Very briefly, I feel a ‘trades track’ would be one of the most important as would school choice. There are many good schools in this country, but I contend they are good in spite of, and not because of, the overall system which is abysmal, imho. Those two things however, are just the tip of the iceberg.

Regardless of the overall state of education, I find the propensity to drug children alarming. Yes, many of them are behavioral challenges without drugs like Ritalin and Adderall, but if we changed the system entirely, there would be very little (if any) need to dope children. Again, imho.

Lastly, my comments are not an indictment on the vast majority of teachers who are very dedicated, hard-working people struggling to educate our children in spite of the system that often makes it a very difficult task.

******

“Please tell me this is temporary. It is, right? You can’t possibly be thinking of staying there.”

“I assume so, but until we go home and find out, I won’t know for sure,” he told her.

“Home? That’s not my home. In fact, it’s not even yours anymore. This is your home because it’s our home. We live in Palo Alto. That means our home is here—in California. What we’re doing is going back to Seattle so you can collect your inheritance. The very next day we’re on a plane back to civilization.” She paused then said sharply, “Right?”

Wyatt Hall, Senior, had just passed away. He was a very wealthy and influential man known by everyone who was anyone in the Seattle-Tacoma area and most of western Washington state. He was shrewd, cunning, and ruthless in business, and as a father, he was harsh, distant, and cold. Wyatt, Junior, therefore, couldn’t wait to leave for college and started during the summer term just to get away after graduating from high school a little over six years ago.

Although his father footed the bill for his college education at Stanford University in Palo Alto, California, he was for all practical purposes, free and clear of the insane asylum he’d previously called home. In addition to tuition, room and board, Wyatt received a generous monthly allowance which he freely spent in an effort to establish his own life and an identity separate from that of his father.

Wyatt was an excellent student who thoroughly enjoyed learning and whose academic performance was superb. He also happened to be a very good-looking young man who loved to party and play. With those combined attributes, he could essentially sleep with as many different attractive women and girls as he desired, and he desired a lot of them the entire four years he was an undergraduate.

That continued during his first year in graduate school, but sometime during his second year, he reached burnout when it came to hooking up. The faces were now nothing but an endless blur and he found himself desperately wanting this thing people referred to as ‘a relationship’. He’d never had one of his own nor had he ever seen one successfully modeled for him. Therefore, he had no idea what it would look like. He only knew he was sick and tired of playing musical chairs with women in his bed. He certainly couldn’t look to his parents as role models to see what a real relationship was like, so he wandered off into uncharted territory in search of something he craved but had never before seen or experienced.

His father was indeed cold and distant, but his mother was no help, either, as she’d suffered from bi-polar disorder all his life and his father had had her institutionalized his junior year of high school. He went to see her every time he went ‘home’ for a visit, but she barely recognized him. She wasn’t catatonic, but she was so out of it from the massive amounts of medications they fed her twice a day that she did little more than sit in bed or perhaps a chair staring blankly into space as he tried to tell her what he’d been doing since the last time she saw him.

He barely knew his little sister, Sadie, who was now eleven. By the time she was in Kindergarten, Sadie had been ‘diagnosed’ with something called ADHD or Attention Deficit Hyper-Activity Disorder. As a result, Sadie was being given Ritalin and Adderall twice each day, making her little more than a functional zombie.

She wasn’t as detached as his mother by any means. She was even able to attend school—private school—with the aid of a full-time nanny. Wyatt had no real relationship with sister, and because of the drugs, it was essentially fruitless to even try. Sadie was buried somewhere deep inside the walking-dead body, and Wyatt had never really seen her.

Three samsun escort days ago he’d received a phone call from his father’s personal attorney, Randolf Crane, a nice enough man Wyatt had met several times before. “As the executor of your father’s will I’m legally required to inform you that all financial support is being terminated immediately,” he’d informed Wyatt, Jr.

That first bit of news hit Wyatt like a bolt of lightning. He’d finally found someone and was in what he considered to be a committed relationship. Even though it often seemed to have more downs that ups, he found this preferable to his former way of life. His new girlfriend appeared to be content to stay with him, and from Wyatt’s perspective, that was what a relationship was all about—staying together.

Brooke Levinson was a 22-year old former model he met via a friend from the local area who’d gone to Stanford with him while living at home in Palo Alto. He told Wyatt he had a younger sister he wanted to introduce him to in the hopes she might settle down herself after Wyatt mentioned his desire to move beyond the endless one-night stands.

Much like Wyatt, she’d ‘gone off the reservation’ after leaving home, only in her case she didn’t have college (or anything else) to anchor her. She was young, gorgeous, and making money. Not big money but more than she’d ever had and she spent every dollar she made partying hardy with people she thought were her friends and sleeping around with any good-looking guy who caught her fancy.

Not surprisingly, she’d gotten pregnant at 21 and even though she’d had an abortion, rumors quickly spread that she was out of control. As a result she was no longer getting calls from her agent. Gone were the local commercials and photo shoots that had been her bread and butter and along with them, the money she so desperately craved.

Broke and back home, she found herself reluctantly looking for visible means of support. When she learned from her brother that Wyatt had money—and a lot of it—Brooke happily agreed to meet him and agree to a first date, during which she’d casually mentioned to him she didn’t care one way or the other about money.

It hadn’t hurt that he was as handsome as anyone she’d ever dated, so as long as he had a steady source of income and treated her reasonably well, Brooke Levinson was more than willing to not only be exclusive but move in with him when Wyatt asked her to do so two months later.

She also couldn’t complain about the mind-blowing sex which she loved and wanted as much as him. All in all, Wyatt Hall was a literal and figurative goldmine and she fully intended to ride this gravy train for all it was worth.

“Wyatt? Did you hear me?” Brooke asked.

“Yeah, sure. Listen babe, I don’t really know. All I know is I have to go home for some kind of formal reading of the will.”

“And then we’ll get our money, right?”

Our money? Wyatt looked at her and for the first time began to see her for what she was. In spite of her physical beauty, he didn’t much care for what he was seeing.

“Again, I can’t say for sure, but yeah, that sounds about right.”

“How much do you think we’ll be getting?” she asked ever-so sweetly as she came over and sat on his lap.

Wyatt really had no idea how much his father was worth. In fact, he didn’t even have an educated guess. He’d always assumed it was in the tens of millions, but the honest truth was he couldn’t answer her question.

“I don’t know that, either,” he admitted.

“But it’s at least several million, right?” she asked as she ran her hand around his face.

“We’ll know in a couple of days, okay?” he said trying not to sound as annoyed as he was becoming.

Temporarily satisfied, Brooke stopped asking questions and finally decided to pack for the trip.

Two days later, they landed at Sea-Tac International airport where Randolf and a driver met them in one of Wyatt Sr’s., limousines.

“Welcome home, Wyatt,” Randolf said extending his hand and a smile.

“It’s good to see you again, Randolf,” he told him. “This is my girlfriend, Brooke Levinson.”

Believing he held her financial future in her hands, Brooke smiled warmly and hugged the older man as though doing so would somehow influence Mr. Hall’s will which was already set in stone.

When they arrived at the expansive, gated residence, one of his late father’s staff met them and moved all of the their luggage to their second-floor suite while Randolf invited them to the very spacious home office for a drink.

“We’re just waiting for your sister to get home from school and then we can begin.” It was 3pm and Sadie was due home any minute.

As they sipped the 30-year old Scotch, Brooke asked Randolf, “So how long do you anticipate this taking?”

“Well, the reading will only take a few minutes,” he told her. “Then I’ll need to clarify a few things, get a decision on how to proceed from Wyatt, and depending escort samsun on what he tells me, he’ll need to sign several documents.”

“So we could be done this afternoon then, right?” she asked pressing the issue.

“Hypothetically, yes,” was all he said.

There was a quiet knock followed by an older woman stepping inside. Wyatt turned around and recognized Sadie’s nanny, followed by the appearance of his younger sister coming in behind her.

“Sadie, do you remember your brother, Wyatt?” the nanny asked as she brought her over to them.

“Yes.” She stared at her brother then said, “My daddy died.” She spoke without emotion not understanding his father had died, too.

“I know. I’m very sorry,” Wyatt told her. Her eyes seemed lifeless; her face expressionless.

“Is this your kid sister?” Brooke asked. “The one who’s stoned all the time?”

All of the adults looked at her, but no one spoke.

“What?” she said defensively. “It’s true, isn’t it? Just look at her?” Brooke snapped her fingers in front of Sadie’s face several times and the little girl didn’t even blink. “See? Stoned is the perfect word.”

Sadie sat next to them on a long, leather couch and Randolf said, “Okay, let’s go ahead and begin.” As he’d told them, it only took a couple of minutes to read the will.

“Um…I don’t get that,” Brooke said immediately. “What exactly did that mean?”

“As I was saying Miss Levinson, this requires some explanation. Please allow me to translate from legalese into English.”

“I get it,” Wyatt said bitterly. “He just fucked me.”

“What? What do you mean by that?” Brooke wanted to know. “What’s going on here? Will someone please tell me what all of this means?”

Randolf waited patiently for her to finish then said, “What this means is that Mr. Hall’s inheritance is on hold until…”

“Oh hold? Okay, what in the hell does that mean—on hold? For how long?”

“Brooke, please. Let him finish,” Wyatt said tersely even though he knew exactly what it meant.

“Wyatt, Junior, will have access to one million dollars…”

“Thank God!” Brooke said. “That should last us for a couple of years or so right, baby?”

Again, Randolf sat and waited. When Brooke finally looked back at him he continued, “He’ll have access to one million dollars which may be used only for living expenses as noted in Appendix 1, to maintain the primary residence as set forth in Appendix 2, and to care for his sister, Sadie, as set forth in Appendix 3. Should Mr. Hale refuse to accept these terms, he will receive a one-time payment of $50,000 and there shall be no further financial compensation.”

“What the fuck?” Brooke said standing up.

“Sit down, Brooke,” Wyatt said angrily before noticing Sadie staring at him.

“Okay, and if I accept my father’s terms?” he asked the attorney.

“Should you fulfill the terms as outlined in the will, then one year from today, you will receive the entirety of Wyatt Hall, Senior’s, estate.”

“So we can go home and just write checks for the house and the kid and stuff, right?” Brooke said. “Then in a year we’ll be rich.”

“No, it doesn’t work like that,” Wyatt told her.

“So…how does it work?” she demanded to know.

Randolf explained. “Wyatt will be required to live here the entire time and personally manage the residence to include maintenance, taxes, the staff, payroll, etc. In addition, he must personally care for his sister to include, but not limited to her health, education, and general welfare.”

“You have got to be shitting me!” Brooke said. “I’m not staying in this…this city! I told you we live in California, Wyatt. Do something!”

He turned to and spoke as sternly as he ever had. “Brooke? Go upstairs and finish your drink. Have a second if you like. But give me some time with Randolf, okay?”

She, in turn, was angrier than he’d ever seen her before. She slammed the drink down sloshing the contents all over the expense teak furniture and said, “Fine. I’ll go upstairs. I’ll go upstairs and pack! I’m not staying in this shit hole no matter how fancy the toilet is!”

Wyatt knew she wouldn’t leave. It was all theater. It was just Brooke being a drama queen. She’d quickly realize there was a huge pot of gold at the end of the year-in-Seattle rainbow and he knew she’d be willing to eat many yards of shit to get to it.

The problem was he wasn’t sure he wanted her beside him anymore while he did the waiting. As he looked over at Sadie, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to wait. Well, it wasn’t the waiting, per se, it was having to babysit a kid he didn’t even know and quite frankly had no interest in getting to know. Yes, she was legally his sister, but otherwise he didn’t know a thing about her beyond her age and that she was constantly being doped up.

Randolf watched Brooke storm out then told Wyatt, “For the first week, Sadie’s nanny will continue full-time teaching you how to do samsun escort bayan everything for which she is currently responsible. After that, she will receive the equivalent of one year’s salary and a letter of recommendation. I will also continue to administer the estate and run the house for a period of 30 days. During that time I’ll show you everything that needs to be done then turn all responsibility over to you. You may consult me at any time as your attorney, but I will not be able to do anything other than offer you advice.” He paused then said, “I should note it will be my sole determination one year hence as to whether or not you have fulfilled your obligations.”

Still smoldering inside, Wyatt said, “What’s to prevent you from saying I didn’t and keep the money for yourself.”

Randolf smiled but didn’t laugh. “There is no money for me outside of a guaranteed salary for the next year and a severance similar to the nanny’s. In other words, my compensation is the same whether you succeed or fail. I can assure you I have no vested interest in anything but being wholly impartial.” He waited for a moment then said, “Your one-year begins tomorrow assuming of course, you’ll be staying. You’re to think this over carefully tonight and inform me of your decision in the morning. I have two sets of forms for you to sign depending on your decision. Is there anything else you’d care to ask, Mr. Hall?”

Wyatt looked at him then at Sadie then back at Randolf. “No, you’ve been your usual thorough self, Mr. Crane. I’ll let you know in the morning.”

The nanny took Sadie’s hand and said, “Come along, dear. We have a lot to do before dinner.”

As she stood up, Sadie looked at him and said, “Goodbye, Wyatt.”

He was more than a little surprised to hear her call him by his name, something she’d never done before. It almost made him see her as a real person. He watched her leave, shook Randolf’s hand and thanked him, then made his way upstairs expecting an all-out brawl with Brooke.

Her ability to survive had been finely honed and she’d already cut through the chaff and realized that any hope of her sharing in her boyfriend’s wealth required staying, and staying required an immediate change of attitude. She’d flipped the switch and smiled when he walked in.

“You know, Seattle isn’t all that bad,” she said. “I might even learn to enjoy living here provided I can fly home occasionally until our year-long sentence is up.”

Wyatt not only wasn’t convinced this change was genuine, he was certain she was a kind of human chameleon, capable of adapting to virtually any environment if it meant money in the end. Well, a lot of money, that is.

“You understand that staying means raising Sadie, right?” he said throwing out a first trial balloon.

He saw her grimace then say, “It’s only for a year, right? We can stand on our heads for a year, can’t we?”

He was sure she’d break that code, too, and rather quickly. One didn’t accept legal responsibility for a minor child then easily relinquish it. “I’m tired of it, Your Honor,” wasn’t the kind of thing that caused a judge to say, “Oh, okay. You’re off the hook.” No, this would be at least seven more years of commitment if not more. Wyatt knew it and he had no doubt Brooke would, too. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was what kind of scheme she’d try and implement to prevent Sadie from impacting her life or more aptly ‘harshing her mellow.’

The following morning Wyatt told Randolf he was willing to accept all of the conditions in his father’s will. Even a year ago, he wasn’t sure he could have done this, but this past year had brought changes born of a lot of reflection. Wyatt had lived exclusively for himself his entire life. He’d never sacrificed anything—not time, not money—nothing—for anyone but himself. He knew that was part of this change; this desire to settle down. Doing it like this wasn’t anything he’d have wished for, but it was the hand he’d been dealt. So in the back of his mind it was becoming clear that Sadie would become a big part of his life while it seemed almost as clear Brooke’s role in it would begin to wane.

“Okay, Wyatt. Just sign here, here, and here,” Randolf said. “I’ll have these filed at the county courthouse this morning and they will be legally binding. Actually, your signature alone has made them binding so…”

“So we’re officially babysitters now,” they heard Brooke say as she walked in unexpectedly.

“Um, yeah. Looks that way,” Wyatt said.

“Miss Levinson? Legally, you have no responsibility in any of this. Wyatt is now Sadie’s sole legal guardian and he alone is 100% responsible for her welfare. I’m sure he’ll appreciate any and all assistance you might care to offer, but I must be perfectly clear here. This is not a shared responsibility.”

“Okay. I get it. Besides how hard can it be to take care of a little zombie?” Brooke held her arms out in front of herself and took a few steps imitating the way they were portrayed in old movies.

Neither of the men laughed while Wyatt shook his head in disgust.

“What? You’re suddenly all politically correct? A joke isn’t even funny anymore?” she said incredulously.

“A joke is funny, Brooke. That’s not funny. It’s…cruel,” Wyatt said as he briskly walked right passed her.

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Since I met Jack, three long and chaotic years ago, he had frequently visited my dreams. Each dream made the next time I saw him more bitter-sweet. The bitter being that he was not only married, but never would he want someone like me. The sweet was the pure lust that raged within me at the very sight or sound of him.

I blush furiously in front of him, the memory of my dreams thrust to the front of my mind when he is near. I am so grateful to be a woman and able to hide my arousal from him, but nothing would keep my nipples from hardening. I lied constantly that I was cold.

Every inch of him turns me on. Though I had never seen it, I imagined how his body must look. Broad shoulders, firm skin, powerful muscles pulsing beneath his tall frame, his bum round and tight, his hands (Oh my God! His hands!) big, strong and hard-working but every bit a gentleman’s hands. Best of all, his face; it begins with immaculately styled hair, dark with flecks of silver, instantly framing his brow, his eyes are surrounded by dark lashes and lit with fire – one look from those eyes and I am his slave. Finally his mouth, full and red lips, which spread into a dazzling smile, especially when he grows a goatee on his masculine chin. His voice is deep and kind, He doesn’t know it but he could make me climax with just a few well chosen words whispered in my ear.

His allure overshadows me. It is no surprise that only one man has touched me in eight years, even then only once and for a very brief moment. It was a booze filled fumble, brought about in no small way by Jack’s brief brush against my neck earlier in the day and as Jack was out of my reach, I settled for someone else, hoping I could imagine his touch was Jack’s touch.

I know the truth in my heart, have always known it, really. I’m not siirt escort sexy, my red hair falls limply around my shoulders, my face scarred by wrinkles and skin covered in freckles. My eyes are grey and dull, I carry more weight than I should for my short body. I both desire and fear Jack’s touch, I fear he will see me as I truly am and either laugh at me or run away screaming. The tight knot in my belly burns for his touch but I know I could never be brave enough to allow it.

So when he calls to ask me to work for him again, I cannot refuse. Easily the old routine comes back to me, Jack sits beside me as we count the day’s takings and just a bump of his knee against mine under the desk sends thrills through me, he glances over the rim of his spectacles at me and I melt.

There is something different this time, though. Our usual conversations about how bizarre life is, are replaced more and more by what each of us have done or have wanted to do in bed. If I didn’t know better, I might mistake it for flirtation. Whatever it is, my pussy aches for him more because of it.

It is after one of these conversations that I steal a glance at his groin as he stands up and what I see makes me gasp, quite audibly. His trousers are strained by his huge, erect cock. I’m so shocked – did I turn him on? Really? Me? My head spins with questions. As if reading my mind he says “There’s always been something between us, Kim.”. My pulse starts to race, my cheeks fill with colour and my hands begin to tremble. He sits back down next to me, pointing at the monitor and asking me about the order displayed there. Almost offhandedly, his fingers stroke my thigh, crossing back and forth over the top of my stockings. I moan quietly and the sweet ache between my legs begins to throb. siirt escort bayan I am panting and red faced, he smiles at the power he wields over me. Were he to touch my neck or whisper in my ear, I would cum, then and there. I risk it happening just with the touch of his fingers on my thigh. “Jack, don’t.” I whisper, “I can’t.”. He stands again and his bulge is level with my face and the urge to suck on his cock is too strong, my mouth fills with saliva.

“Wait, Jack,” I speak before I realise my lips are moving, “let’s stay late tonight.”. I instantly regret saying anything, how could I show this man my disgusting body? Both my body and I are not worthy of him.

“Yeah?” he asks. The question weighs heavily between us as my brain and body argue, brain saying no, body screaming yes. My body wins, I say yes.

The rest of the day drags on, each second as a minute, each minute as an hour until we are finally alone. He takes my hand and leads me out of the office. I ask where we are going, he answers “Wait and see.”, then he kisses me, his lips on mine and his tongue probing in my mouth. My trembling hands run through his hair and down his back. He pulls away and leads me to a showroom bed. He undoes the top two buttons of my dress and releases my breasts, pert and standing to attention in his hand. He moves his mouth to my nipples, my hands again stroke through his hair and I try to hide it as I climax. He continues to undress me, before removing his own clothes. In my wildest dreams of him, I did not do him justice. His body is phenomenal, tanned and firm. His cock is swollen and huge, I take his tip gently between my lips, licking all around the helmet, sucking gently all the time. My hand grasps him firmly and slides up, down and gently side escort siirt to side, now and then stopping to caress his balls. I glide my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock, flicking it sideways and round all the while.

I feel moisture between my legs and can’t believe how horny he makes me feel. He shudders not once but twice and pulls out of my dripping wet mouth, rolling me onto my back, lifting my legs onto his shoulders and he enters me. I close my eyes and wait for him to stop, run away in repulsion, but he doesn’t. My juices flood over him inside me and he starts to grind against me faster and faster. My eyes roll back into my head and I hold onto him tightly as my orgasm reaches a crescendo, unlike any I have had before, it leaves me wanting more and more of him. He pulls away, and lies back, I climb on top of him, face to face at first, then turning away from him. I can’t keep it going for long though, because I feel my nerves tingling and my hips thrusting more urgently and I know in just a couple more thrusts he will have made me come three times. I take him in my mouth once more, licking, sucking, my hands again taking turns in fondling his shaft and balls. I could carry on sucking on him til my jaw seized, but he instead bends me over and thrusts deep from behind. He’s teasing me, pounding hard and fast for a few minutes, then slowing down and fingering my very wet and thoroughly fucked hole. His hat trick is complete, I come hard and fast as he spins me over and mounts on top of me. I beg him not to stop, please don’t stop giving it to me, he hesitates for a moment before sliding deeper and faster into me. I feel his firmness give way to pulsing and he comes inside me. I am dripping with sweat from my brow and my pussy is overflowing with a mix of our fluids.

We get dressed and go outside to smoke. My head is spinning with thoughts of how amazing it was and how I could never have dreamed in all my years that he would own me completely just by a touch or a word.

I travel home alone that night with a wry smile on my lips, and a craving to do it all over again.

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Back in 1969 Butch Oliver was a 52 year old ex-Marine who was a contradiction to the old saying, “you can’t judge a book by its cover” because the grizzled trucker was usually every bit as cold and unforgiving as he looked. His former wife would have testified to that but not to his face, because while Butch wasn’t violent he was a mean man who could wither most people, be they man or woman, with a caustic stare.

Mary Oliver had put up with it for almost 20 years before the very things that had attracted the once rebellious woman to Butch had made him impossible to live with. The long haul trucker was rarely home but when he was the former Marine was demanding in every possible way, from her housekeeping to her cooking and the TV shows she watched, but especially in the bedroom.

Before Mary fled to her sister’s place out in Arizona, she had a final conversation with her friend Betty in which she detailed the reasons she was leaving, and while Betty was aware that her friend’s husband was a bit of a brute, Mary had never spoke of the sexual side of their marriage until that parting chat.

“You have no idea what he’s like,” Mary had complained. “He’s only home 2 or 3 days a week but it’s practically non-stop with Butch. Sex is all he thinks about.”

“Hey, you’ve been married for a long time. You should be happy he still wants you Mary,” Betty related. “Hell, my Herb screws me once a month if I’m lucky and spends the rest of the time farting and drinking beer. Plus, forgive me for saying this but your man might not be the most handsome guy in town, but what a body! Especially for a man his age.”

“It’s what attracted me to him from the start, but I can’t take his constant demands of me any more, and that’s with him fucking every broad at truck stops or hitchhiking the rest of the time,” Mary confessed. “A couple of months ago I thought I would do him a favor and clean the cab of this truck out for him, and there were empty condom packages all over the stinking place. Even some used rubbers!”

“What did he say when you asked him about it?

“Ask him? No way because he knows I know and doesn’t care what I think. He’d just drag me into the bedroom and screw me,” Mary replied. “He’s so rough too, and what makes it even worse is that he has a gigantic penis too.”

“You’re leaving this guy?” Betty had said incredulously. “Girl, I know you’ve threatened to leave Butch before, but if you actually do this time, do you mind if I come by to see how he’s doing after you’re gone?”

“He’s all yours Betty,” Mary said before saying good bye to her friend forever. “You’ve got exactly what Butch insists on.”

“I do?”

“Yep. He’s always said that he doesn’t care what they look like, so long as they have a pulse and a pussy.”

Despite her friend’s warning a couple of months after Mary bolted, Betty paid Butch Oliver a visit, armed with a plate of cookies and a shoulder for the trucker to cry on. Betty had no idea if the cookies were ever eaten and she knew her shoulder wasn’t needed, but when Betty waddled out of the Oliver’s house well after midnight she did so knowing that her friend wasn’t lying about Butch.

“The sex was amazing,” Betty related on the phone to her sister after she recovered. “At least for a while it was, but it got so that he was just tossing me around the bed like rag doll and having his way with me, over and over again. The skin on my knees and back is rubbed raw, and as for my you-know-what? Thankfully Herb rarely bothers me for it, and I don’t think I would feel him if he did. Never again.”

“Well, at least not for quite a while,” Betty reasoned after thinking about it.

Betty had considered getting in touch with Mary Oliver but changed her mind, not wanting to admit what she had done or having to listen to her saying ‘I told you so’.

In the meantime Butch Oliver had set his sights on other gals, but on a Saturday afternoon in late June an opportunity arose that the randy trucker could not resist, and it only happened because of a camera his nearly forgotten wife had left behind when she fled.

***

Butch Oliver had just gotten home after driving halfway across the country for seven days, and he had been hoping for a quiet day around the house before heading to the local gin mill to pick up one of the willing locals for a workout in a bed instead of the cab of his truck but he saw that it would probably be noisy around here because the people next door were having some sort of party.

A graduation party according to the balloons and banners, and as she watched the busty woman and her daughter set up the tables he struggled to remember the girl’s name. All he could recall that it was kind of a snobby name. That would be something that his ex-wife would know, but Butch never paid attention to any of that, and as he watched the scrawny girl laying down tablecloths he realized how time had flown because it seemed like yesterday the girl was riding a tricycle.

Butch had always referred to the kid as sweetie or girly but rize escort he caught on that she didn’t like it because instead of saying hello she would nod and go on her way, her nose in the air like her shit didn’t stink. That was the way she walked to the bus stop wearing that stupid Catholic school uniform, her head held high like she was the queen and her books clutched to her chest.

“Stuck up little snot,” Butch growled to no one as she checked out the rather homely girl with a big nose and no tits to speak of, and while Butch found the neighbor girl no great shakes to look at he admitted to the empty kitchen, “I’d still do you, whatever your frigging name is – knock that attitude out of you.”

Butch kept his eye on the party as he went about his business, today concentrating on weeding though his ex’s crap and pitching what he didn’t want, when he came across a camera that she had wasted money on. One of those Polaroid cameras that printed out pictures right away, and Butch – not being one to normally take or look at photos – was about to toss it in the trash when he saw there was film in it.

For the hell of it Butch played around with the thing and after glancing at the instructions tried to figure out how it worked, and when he thought he had figured it out he took a picture. After waiting the prescribed time he looked at the finished product and laughed his ass off.

“Not bad. Something for the ladies,” Butch guffawed when he looked at the picture he had taken of his cock laying on the kitchen table, and he wished he knew where Mary went so he could mail it to her to remind her of what she wasn’t getting any more, although the crow would probably be more pissed at seeing his dick on the damn table instead.

About that time Butch Oliver happened to look out the window just in time to watch the neighbor girl sneaking back into the woods that were behind all the properties on the block, a state owned welcome buffer from possible development, and while he usually had no interest in what went on back there, the sight of the graduate weaseling back there with some hippie kid with a Prince Valiant haircut got his attention.

Armed with the camera Butch Oliver went out the back door and made his way through the patch of woods, trying to be quiet like he had in the jungles of Burma while looking for the young couple. There was a chance that they were just doing some bird watching like Butch’s former wife had done, but since Butch had a mind that most had conceded was a tad perverted he was hoping for something else, and when he saw the two teens he wasn’t disappointed.

“Oh you prissy little thing,” Butch muttered as he watched the neighbor kneeling in front of this scrawny hippie who had his shorts and underwear down around his ankles while his erection pointed at the neighbor girl, and as she leaned forward and took the pale needle dick into her mouth he snapped a picture, and then another.

It didn’t last long, and the last picture Butch Oliver took was that of the pious girl turning aside and spitting out the load that the hippie had deposited in her mouth. After that the former Sergeant Oliver used the same stealth-like movements to go back home so he could enjoy the photos.

“I ain’t no Ansel Adams,” Butch chortled to no one as he set the photos on the table, but the quality of the pictures did get better as he went along, although that may have the result of his moving close and closer to the action, something he didn’t realize he had done until then.

Something else he had gotten from the little stroll was an erection, and he made quick work of that as he retreated to the bathroom where he promptly rubbed one out while staring at his favorite of the photos, with the neighbor girl’s lips down in the boy’s pubes while she looked up at him.

“That could be you,” he told himself, and because he had always liked them as young as the law allowed he didn’t feel guilt about what his active imagination was working on as he cleaned his mess. “It will be you.”

***

“What’s your name?” Butch Oliver sang off key as he stood in the garage and warbled the old Don and Juan song from the past as he watched the neighbor girl the next morning cleaning the mess in their backyard.

The girl’s Prince Valiant was nowhere to be found for the dirty work, so as the young lady picked up the cups and plates Butch appraised the form of his neighbor. Clearly she was no much like her Mom, who was a busty brunette with a cheerful disposition, a gal that Butch had considered making a move on more than once over the years. Her daughter was rather slender and boyish looking, her glasses and shoulder length hair giving her the look of a stern librarian, but the more Sgt. Oliver looked the more he wanted to get to know her before she headed off to college, if only he could remember her name.

“Mary?” Butch wondered allowed, but he knew that wasn’t it because that was his ex-wife’s name. It was something similar though, so his muttered the possibilities escort rize as he looked at her butt while she bent over in her shorts. “Mary Lou? Marianna?”

“Meredith!” Butch exclaimed when he finally remembered, shaking his head as he mumbled, “What kind of a girl’s name is that?”

Regardless, he was emboldened by the knowledge that he would at least know her name as he approached the teen with the photos in his shorts pocket, and while he had contemplated getting a little dressed up for the occasion, his sweatshirt with the ripped off sleeves would give him a chance to show off his guns which were still impressive even at his age.

Meredith didn’t see her neighbor approach so was startled when the ex-Marine cleared his throat, but she recovered quickly and even managed to offer a grim smile as he drew close.

“Mr. Oliver…”

“Good morning Meredith,” the gravelly voiced man interrupted as he waved around the yard. “And I guess congratulations are in order.”

“Oh. Thank you sir,” Meredith replied before nervously babbling. “Mother – she was going to invite you but I guess you were away last week. “I’m sorry if we were loud or anything.”

“Not at all. Looks like you had a good time,” Butch responded, and judging by the way the nervous girl crossed her arms over her chest, his attempt to not stare at her titties was not successful.

“Mother, if you needed to speak with her she’s sleeping in,” Meredith offered as Butch tried to figure out what the crest on her sleeveless blue top meant, but he shook his head and reached into his pocket.

“No Meredith, it was you I wanted to speak with,” Butch explained.

“Me sir?”

“Yes. Why don’t we step over here?” he suggested in as pleasant a voice as he could muster while he nodded over to the side of the yard where there were no windows for her mother to look out, and while Meredith looked scared she walked over with him.

“I know that land behind our houses gets used by a lot of kids for drinking and stuff…”

“I never drink back there. That’s the boys down in the new development,” Meredith insisted but added, “I was under the impression it was state land.”

“That it is, but I did see you wandering back there yesterday with that kid with the Prince Valiant haircut.”

“Woody.”

“Woody?”

“It’s short for Woodrow,” Meredith explained and then noted proudly, “He’s going to be a sophomore at Dartmouth this fall.”

“Boyfriend?”

“I wish. We’re just friends I guess,” Meredith answered nervously. “We were sort of going together but I think we broke up last night.”

“I see,” Butch grinned as he looked at the photo in his hand. “Yesterday I wandered back there hoping I could get a look at this woodpecker that my wife used to try and get a picture of, and what do you think I saw? Here. Take a gander at this.”

Butch Oliver handed her a photo which the teen took with a shaky hand, and when she looked at herself on her knees in front of Woody she dropped the picture, hurriedly bending down and picking it up to glance down at it again while her eyes welled up.

“Oh no,” she murmured under her breath before looking up as bravely as she could and saying, “That wasn’t very nice to take a picture of that. It was a private moment.”

“A private moment on public land,” Butch noted. “Your mother. You said she was home?”

“She’s sleeping. Why? Are you going to show her this? That isn’t fair. Besides, I could rip this filthy thing up.”

“Go ahead. It’s yours to keep as a memory of your party and the hippie kid.”

“He’s not a hippie. He’s in a fraternity.”

“Good for Woodrow. Anyway, go rip it up if you want,” Butch responded, smiling when the girl began to tear it but instead slipped it in her pocket. “Besides, there’s more where that came from.”

“No…” the teen moaned when she saw the other photos in the man’s rough hands. “What do you want Mr. Oliver?”

“What I would like is to meet you back in the woods so I could enjoy your – ahem – talents like Woodrow did.”

“Or else you’ll tell Mother? That’s extortion!” she huffed.

“Who said anything about telling your mother about anything?” Butch snapped. “I just got the impression that you like sucking cock and seemed to be damn good at it. I’m a guy that likes to get head, especially from hippie girls.”

“I’m not a hippie.”

“But you are a cocksucker,” Mr. Oliver snickered.

“You’re an old man though. As old as my father.”

“Not in bad shape though, am I?” Butch noted, flexing his arm as he spoke. “Something tells me you’re curious.”

“Curious? About what?”

“About what it would be like – curious about the difference between boys and men,” Mr. Oliver suggested as Meredith scuffed the ground with the toe of her sneaker. “Hell, it’s like the difference between girls and women. Don’t you think I’ve noticed you growing up next door here? You’re no kid anymore. You’re a woman now and a pretty sexy one too.”

Meredith said rize escort bayan nothing and the older man noticed that his compliment did not go unnoticed and in fact seemed to surprise the girl. As for Butch Oliver, even though calling his neighbor sexy was a stretch to put it mildly, there was something about the girl that was starting to turn him on. Maybe it was the quivering upper lip that gave away the fact that even though she was acting brave she was nervous. Whatever it was she had, it was working.

“Well? You want to go back to your spot in the woods?”

“And you’ll let me keep the picture?”

“Yeah,” Butch answered, and was about to remind the girl that he already said that but then it hit him that although he had never really said anything about showing it to her mother, it seemed like Meredith was using it herself – like it was providing the excuse she needed to go back into the woods. “You know what would be good? If you put on that school uniform of yours.”

“I can’t do that. Mother would think I was insane. I have to finish cleaning the yard.”

“Want me to help?”

“No. Mother would wonder what was up if she woke up and saw you out here. I’ll finish and meet you back there.”

“Okay,” Butch answered and then added, “You know, if you aren’t planning on meeting me just say so. I don’t want to play the fool.”

“I’ll be there. About a half hour.”

Mr. Oliver nodded and then turned to go back home while Meredith went back to cleaning her party mess.Butch was walking with a spring to his step, the idea of having that girl give him head certainly making what would otherwise be a boring day anything but that.

***

Butch Oliver stood by the tree and paced like a caged tiger, his skin crawling with an anticipation he wasn’t used to having, all for a very ordinary looking girl. Maybe it was because her mother could catch them, although that was very unlikely. Imagine getting caught, Butch pondered as he peeled his sweatshirt off and did some isometric exercises against the tree to get himself pumped up a little, the faint glaze of sweat on his tanned, leathery skin making him shine a bit.

Butch flexed his pectorals, making his still solid man boobs dance as he looked through the woods. It wasn’t that warm a day but it was steamy back there, like the jungles had been back in the war, only it was a lot more fun waiting for a teenager tart than the enemy. Just when the older man was starting to wonder if he was being stood up, Meredith came into view, weaving through the brush.

“Here I am,” the girl said with a solemn face, and Butch was pleased when he saw the girl sneaking looks at his upper torso in between looking at the sod at her feet.

“Glad to see you,” Mr. Oliver replied as he took the girl’s face in his rough hands, and up close she wasn’t the snobby princess walking around with her nose in the air but a nervous young lady with faint acne scars on her cheeks and bushy eyebrows that her eyeglasses normally hid.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against the teen’s, and while she didn’t return the affection at first, by the time Butch leaned back their tongues had already done a little dance and Meredith seemed to be hyperventilating as she looked at the gruff looking man with the graying brush cut and leathery complexion.

“I’m glad you came back to meet me,” he growled softly, and when he saw the girl running her hands up and down her forearms he asked, “It’s like a sauna back here. You cold?”

“No.”

“You’re a furry one, aren’t you?” Butch asked with a grin as he reached over and replaced her hands with his own and ran them over the fine down on her skinny limbs. “Feels soft. Here… let me…”

“Huh?” Meredith mumbled but before she could object Butch took the teen’s wrist in hand and raised it up over head.

“Just checking,” Butch explained as he ran the back of his index finger under the girl’s arm, the light floral scent filling the air as he felt nothing but smooth and moist skin in her armpit. “I know you said you weren’t a hippie but… did you shave for me?”

“No. Mother insists I shave daily,” Meredith sniffed.

“She checks you?”

“No, but – she’s strict about some things.”

“Wouldn’t bother me either way. I picked up this hippie chick hitchhiking up around Burlington, Vermont last month and she was as hairy as a guy,” Butch said. “Relax. This is supposed to be fun. Let me see here. You sure didn’t inherit these from your Mom.”

“Hey!” Meredith gasped when the ex-Marine’s hands went to her breasts, his paws cupping the girl’s buds and kneading them roughly.

“Relax,” Butch snorted as he fondled what seemed to be mostly bra and blouse. “I like little ones too. How about if we take your top and bra off?”

The teen shook her head violently no but although the girl’s hands had grabbed his wrists she didn’t fight the rough affection as she leaned her back against the tree, even letting her hand slide up the older man’s arms up to his biceps. Butch smiled when he realized the girl had done that without realizing it, and after she squeezed his rock hard biceps for a minute he sighed.

“Like muscles?” Mr. Oliver asked before taking her right hand and bringing it down below his waist. “I’ve got another muscle you can squeeze if you want.”

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We sleep in on Sunday. Well, I do. Lee is up before me, I notice it’s becoming a trend. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not, but I’ve never really been a morning person, so I don’t see it changing anytime soon. My ass is sore as hell, but man, it was so worth it. I know it’s gonna hurt for a while, and I know sex is off the table today, but it was totally worth it.

I laze in Lee’s bed until I have to pee and can’t hold it anymore. I never want this weekend to end, Monday is coming too fast. Lee’s at his table when I’m done in the bathroom, a cup of coffee in front of him and a book in his hands. He looks up at me and the whole world brightens a bit more.

“Hey, how’re ya now?”

I snort. “A little sore.”

His smile fades. “I’m sorry. I got carried away and-“

“It’s a good sore, Lee,” I correct before he can go down that road. “Amazing sore.”

He looks at me skeptically, studying my face for a few seconds before he picks up his coffee and sips it. “You’re something else,” he finally says, a hint of a smile hidden behind his mug.

“Yeah, well, so are you.” So stupid. Can I die now? Why can’t I ever say anything cool?

He chuckles. “What’dya wanna do today?”

I bite my lower lip before responding. “I can’t take you again today-“

“I wasn’t, Cody, I didn’t mean ta-“

“I know,” I interrupt his interruption. “I know. Just letting you know, like, um. I mean, it was awesome, no regrets. But, I can’t, um, I mean. You said, you know. Other stuff.”

“We don’t have to do anything like that, I just want to spend time with you.”

My face burns, I’m so fucking happy. “Oh, I wanna do stuff like that, and spend time with you. Yesterday was…” I cough to hide my embarrassment. “Really great.”

I think neither of us know what to say, and there’s a weird, awkward silence between us. A moment of this passes and then Lee jumps up and heads towards the counter. “Breakfast?”

“Sure,” I reply. “Never gonna turn down breakfast.”

Lee chuckles. “Good man. So, I have granola bars, um, I think there’s some raisin bran-“

“Ugh,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Raisin bran.”

He looks at me over his shoulder. “What? I like it. And, what kind of cereal do you eat, then? The kiddo stuff?”

I button my lips tight, the box of Apple Jax in my cupboard mocking me silently. He raises an eyebrow at me, then turns back to his search.

“Bananas, oranges, um, I might have some of the protein drinks, I think I have the chocolate ones…”

“Banana sounds good,” I say. He takes one from the hook and hands it to me. It’s the perfect ripeness, just the hint of green at the stem. I peel it back and take a bite, and notice Lee watching me, a coy smile on his face. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I just really like watching you put phallic-shaped things in your mouth.”

My cheeks are burning. I look straight at him, then peel back my lips and bite through the banana. He shivers, but that look doesn’t leave his eye. I chew and swallow, then roll my eyes playfully at him. “How ’bout now?”

He chuckles. “Even more.”

I don’t know how to answer that, so I don’t. He sits back down at the table and there’s now a green mug filled with coffee sitting in front of me. “Thanks.”

“I don’t know how you take your coffee, did you want cream or sugar?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Lee sips his coffee, and when he puts it down I can see it’s been adulterated. “You like black coffee?”

I shrug. “If I have it I’ll use Irish cream, they have the little packets at the gas station. If not, black is fine. Seems like you might like cream.”

He pulls his cup back towards him. “Yeah, and sugar. I don’t know how people drink coffee black, it’s so bitter.”

“You have a bit of a sweet tooth, don’t you?” I ask, leaning closer to him across the table.

He bites his lower lip, staring into his coffee. “It’s good when it’s a bit sweet.”

“Lemme try it, then,” I say without thinking. I’m instantly embarrassed, but it’s too late to take it back now. He surprises me by sliding his yellow mug across the table. I take it and sip, and he’s right, it’s really good. I take a full swallow, then slide his mug back to him. I’m trying to play it cool, but my chest is full of sparks from the intimacy I feel from drinking from his cup. “You’re right, it’s good. Maybe too sweet for me to have more than one cup of it. Can you make mine like yours?”

His pink ears are adorable. He nods, then gets up and pulls half and half from the fridge and pours it into my cup until it’s the color of caramel. I didn’t notice it before, but there’s a jar of honey on the table with the little weird shaped honey dipper thing, whatever it’s called. He pulls the dipper out and swirls it in the air, dripping a delicate looking string of honey into my cup. He mixes it all together with his spoon, then sips it, nods, and pushes it towards me.

I take it and sip again, and I’m maybe reassessing my opinion on sweet coffee if he makes it for me. “Thanks, it’s good.” malatya escort He smiles, then sips his own again.

I’m letting him spoil me, I realize. I need to keep it on even footing. I don’t want him to start thinking I’m needy or selfish, which I am both things, but I want to be better for Lee. For now, though, I drink my coffee and finish off my banana. Neither of us talk, but the awkwardness is gone.

I’m sad it’s already Sunday, I want more time with Lee like this, but I have to work tomorrow, and I’m officially out of clean clothes here anyway. I suddenly remember something important. “It’s Sunday, you’re supposed to be at work!”

He looks up at me and maybe I said it a little too panicky, but I’m freaking out a little about him missing work because of me. “Took a vacation day today.”

“What?” I ask. “Why? Do you need me to go?”

He cocks his head, looking mildly confused. “Cause I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you,” he explains, as if it were obvious all along.

“Oh.” I’m feeling stupid special right now, my whole chest tight with the intensity of the feeling. “Thanks.”

“I mean, if you wanted me to go to work, I’m sure they’d still-“

“No!” I bark. “No, I mean, um. Let’s, what do you wanna do today?”

“How sore are you?” he asks. “The general area, not your hole.”

I gag on my sip of coffee, he constantly catches me off guard. “Um, I guess it’s a kinda ‘sit down carefully’ type of sore.”

“Okay. Is there anything I can get you to be more comfortable?”

I roll my eyes. “It’s not that bad, Lee. I’ve had worse. Much worse.”

He flinches for a second and I wish I could go back and rephrase how I said it, it obviously made him feel that he went too far. “I don’t want to hurt you for real, Cody.”

“Lee, sore and hurt are two completely different things. Sore is good. Hurt is bad. I’m sore. We had really amazing sex last night, and I’m sore from how amazing it was. I’m not hurt.” I stare at him, meeting his eyes.

He nods, then looks down at his coffee again. “I’ve only done this kind of stuff a handful of times, so I don’t know how to know when it’s too far.”

“What do you mean, only a few times? You have so much stuff!”

His ears are pink again. “I collect stuff I wanna try, or use, or think looks sexy.”

I think back to the flogger with the tag still on it and it clicks into place. “First, I’ll tell you if it’s too much-“

“Will you?” he demands. “You’re not exactly, like, you think the stuff that you and,” I can tell he’s choking on Jace’s name, “your ex did is normal. It’s not, Cody. I won’t be him, I won’t treat you like him. I can’t.”

“Why are you bringing him up?” I growl, irritated. “Other than the cheating by him, like, sex is just sex, right?”

Lee is upset, I can tell. “He used you, Cody. He used you how he wanted, then tossed you aside over and over again!”

“What has Carrie been telling you?” I growl, my irritation simmering closer to anger. “Why are you talking about me behind my back?”

“I’m not!” he barks. “Tell me, would he have fucked you again this morning after how hard we went last night? If it had been him fucking you?” I can see how dirty Lee feels, talking about sex between me and Jace, it’s etched across his face.

“Why does it matter, Lee? What’s done is done.”

“It matters, Cody. It’s not normal, it’s not okay, how he treated you. Would he have fucked you again?”

“Probably,” I snap.

Lee is so mad, I can see all of the veins in his hand from how hard he’s gripping the mug. “He gave you an STI. He cheated on you, then gave you an STI. He didn’t even use condoms, when he messed around?”

I’m too upset to be rational right now, my irritation suddenly blooming into anger, not at Lee, but at Jace, but he’s not here right now and I have no idea why Lee is bringing this up. “I never let him fuck me without a condom. Sometimes he’d take it off and cum on me, at the end. Sometimes he’d stick it back in, but it was always a little late by the time I’d notice. When he infected me he pulled the condom off and shoved it back in and creamed me. I was pissed because I knew he played around, I was pissed because he took advantage of me, like, all the time. I know that I’m fucked up, Lee, I know that I fucked up, but there’s nothing I can do to change it!”

Now we’re both angry. I can see Lee fuming, and I can imagine how red my face is. “You’re not fucked up,” he almost yells. “He’s fucked up. He-“

“I am, Lee,” I cut in. “I’m trying to be better, back on my meds. I cut him out, and Shauna, too. I’m sober. I don’t know what else to change, but I’m still fucked up. I like weird shit, okay? Like, I didn’t like it when we fucked until I bled, but I do like a rough fucking. I like it when I’m not in control. I like it when the guy I’m with fucks me whenever he wants just because he wants me, sore or not. It turns me on so much. I’m fucked up. Why do you think I went back to him so much, Lee? I’m fucked malatya escort bayan up. I know it’s not normal.”

Lee doesn’t say anything, and I’m feeling like a hot piece of garbage that even Pizza Rat wouldn’t touch. “Sorry. I should go.”

I stand up and he reaches out, too quickly for me to dodge, and grabs my arm. I stop. He doesn’t let go, he’s hanging on to me like a lifeline. “Please, I didn’t mean to start a fight. I’m sorry. Just, please don’t leave, not like this.”

His hand on my arm is shaking. I don’t know what to say, so I just stand there. “I don’t want to be like him,” Lee eventually whispers. “I don’t…” He sighs, his hand squeezing my arm for a second. “It makes me so mad, thinking about you with him. About how he’s stalking you. About how he treated you, how little he respected you. I can’t, I’m so jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Thinking about you with him burns me up. Thinking about how he treated you, like a thing, thinking about how easy you submit to me, and wondering if it’s because of how he used you. Wishing I had met you sooner.”

I inhale slowly, then exhale just as slowly. “What’s done is done, Lee, I can’t change the past. And, for the record, you aren’t anything like him. Nothing. Not even a tiny speck of you is like him. It makes me feel like I’m not good enough for you, because you’re so… I dunno. Awesome.”

“Even that, it kills me a little that you think that. That you think you aren’t good enough! You’re more than good enough, Cody. I just… I can’t stop comparing myself to him, and it’s killing me.” His hand tightens on my arm, a subconscious movement, as he wipes tears from the corners of his eyes with his other hand.

Something clicks in my head and then pours from my mouth without filtration. “So, um, I liked the rough stuff with Ja- um, my ex. Even from the start, Lee, and that’s why it was so hard for me to leave him, and why I went back so often. I mean, I’ve really liked both of the sex times with you, and I don’t want it rough all the time, but, like, I like, um, stuff. Shit,” I say, running my free hand through my hair. I sigh, then continue. “It makes sense to me now, like, I’ve always liked this stuff, the dominance with sex. I understand now why I get so excited about being tied up or spanked. Why I like it when you punish me. I’ve always been like this. Whether or not Jace knew, which he didn’t, but he gave me some of what I needed without knowing it. I didn’t even know it, but I do now.

“I know it now, Lee, because of you. I like it when you tell me what to do. When you punish me. When you deny me, or praise me, or reward me. I want the things we do, I want them a lot. And I know you do, too.”

Lee looks at me, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. “I do,” he says, his voice small. “It was easier for me when Jace was just some stranger in the past.”

I shrug. “I can’t control him, never could. But, he’ll get tired of it eventually and go find someone else to bone. He’s flashy and good looking, he’s never lacking for attention. I blocked his number. I blocked off Shauna, too. I don’t have any other connections to either of them.”

“But he’s stalking you,” Lee says. He looks at his hand as if remembering just now that he was holding my arm. He releases me and folds his hands on the table. “Sorry.”

“If it gets worse I’ll call the cops, get a restraining order, but it’s really not something I’m too worried about. Jace isn’t that smart, and he gets bored easily.”

I can tell he still has reservations about the whole thing. “I’m sorry, Cody. You’ve become so important to me so quickly that I feel like I can’t catch up with you.”

I move closer to Lee, pulling his chin up so that he has to look at me. He isn’t just hot, he’s beautiful, his perfect honey brown eyes, his sharp cheekbones leading to a perfect jawline. As I look at him I see little scars here and there, maybe from the accident when he was a kid, or maybe from other things, I don’t know. I wanna know.

“Lee,” I whisper, cupping both cheeks in my hands. “I wanna know everything about you. I wanna know you better than anyone else ever could. I’m sorry about my ex, but he’s not important. You’re what’s important to me. You’ve given me so much already, I don’t wanna be greedy.” I kiss his lips, a simple kiss. He closes his eyes and breaths in deep, then leans his head into my left hand.

“I want you to be greedy,” he says, his eyes still closed. He covers my hands with his, then stands up and pulls them away from his face. “I took today off because I didn’t want you to go home yet. I’m greedy, too. Can I kiss you, Cody?”

“Anytime,” I breathe out, my heart pounding like mad in my chest. He kisses me and it tastes like his perfect coffee. It’s sweet and gentle, like watching a rose bloom. He releases my hands and wraps his arms around my waist.

We kiss gently for a few moments, then he pulls away, but keeps me tightly bound in his arms. “I’m sorry I’m jealous escort malatya of your ex. I’m trying to let it go, but it’s hard.”

“Not the only thing that’s hard,” I note, pressing my body against his. He’s wearing loose pajama pants and his masterpiece is poking me playfully.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

“Not sorry,” I say into his mouth as I kiss him. He jumps when I wrap my hand around it over the fabric and squeeze. “You have no idea how good it makes me feel to know that I gave you this.”

He kisses me again, it’s harder this time, but still sweet, too. He takes a step, then another and we are backed up against the wall, he’s pressing his body against me, grinding his hips in small movements, moving his dick up and down in my grip. “Fuck, Cody,” he whispers when we part for breath. He rests his head on the wall, breathing heavy. “All the things I wanna do to you…”

“Like what?” I ask, assisting his hips by gliding my hand in time to his rocking.

“So many things, Cody. Tie you up, spank you with every toy I own, fuck you in every room of this house. Tease you relentlessly until you’re begging me for release. Dress you up in leather or latex.” He pauses, tenses up for a second, his hips stalling.

“What?”

“I wanna cum inside you,” he whispers in my ear. “I wanna fuck you without a condom and cream you, but I want you to want it. I want you to beg me to do it. I don’t like that… I wanna claim you like that. I’m sorry.”

My own hips jump at the thought. I’ve never really wanted to be creamed before, the clean up is annoying, but when Lee says it that way, how can I not want that? “No condom?” I ask, because I have no idea what to say and words are just falling out of my head at this point. Also, my little man’s stealing a majority of the blood from my brain right now.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, pulling back.

I catch him and bring him back with my arms around his neck. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I went too far again,” he says, almost whining. He closes his eyes, resting his forehead on mine. I love the intimacy, the closeness, and honestly, I never thought I’d want something so intimate and sweet like this. I realize it’s not that I never wanted it, it’s that I’ve never had someone that I wanted it with before Lee.

“I’ll tell you when you go too far, Lee. I’ve never intentionally had unprotected sex, it wasn’t something I could do when, well, you know. But the thought of you taking me bareback, of you losing yourself inside me? I want that a lot. It’s, like, um…” I’m suddenly super shy, and glad his eyes are closed. It’s hard enough to say, but if he was looking at me as intensely as he does sometimes I think I’d lose the ability to speak altogether.

He kisses my lips, little butterfly kisses that soon fly up to my nose, then to my forehead. “I only want it if you’re comfortable. And, not today. No sex today.” I whine and he chuckles, though it sounds sad. “I’m not saying we can’t do anything, but no penetration today.”

“I want you to mark me,” I whisper. His dick throbs in my hand, reminding me that I was holding it. I stroke it a few times before I speak again. “When you bit me yesterday before work, was it yesterday? Fuck, it was hot. I’ve never been more proud of a bruise.”

“I was actually freaking out a little about it when we went to your sister’s yesterday, I was sure she’d notice it.”

I snort. “Lee, I’m constantly covered in bruises from work. I doubt she even noticed it.”

He looks shy, pulls back a little, but I pull him close again. “I just don’t want anyone to ever think I would abuse you,” he eventually says.

I bite my lower lip as a wave of love flows through me. I hope he can feel it wherever our bodies are connected. “If she had noticed she’d totally know it was a love bite and not abusive. But, she didn’t notice either way, and I like it. Both when you bit me, and how it looks now.”

He moans, then presses me harder against the wall, grinding his whole body against mine. “I don’t know what to say,” he admits under his breath. “It feels like you’re too good to be true.”

“Why haven’t you done stuff, like the stuff we do, with other guys?” I’m hoping to hear a specific answer, and I know I’m setting myself up, but I need to know.

He steps back and my body is cold. I must whine because he smiles at me, then takes my hand and squeezes. I squeeze back. He leads us back to the table and I give him a pouty face as we sit back down. He picks up his coffee and sips the last of it, then his legs tangle between mine under the table and I love it.

“I guess I never found the right kind of guys before. I dated this one guy, Glen, for about six months, before I had the courage to bring it up to him. He was offended that I wanted to spank him, thought it was degrading, that I was trying to put him in his place or something. We broke up a week later. Another guy let me spank him once, then ghosted me. I guess I just got discouraged after that.”

“Aren’t there, like websites and clubs that cater to that kind of thing?” I asked.

He nods. “I’ve been to a club once or twice, but it’s super intimidating. All of those people look like they know what they’re doing, and I feel super out of place, like I don’t belong there because I don’t have someone to do it with.”

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Day five, I have not had much restful sleep in the last four days. Every time I get to sleep, I have an extremely life like dream from each of my sexual experiences over the last week.

It’s a little past 8am, and I have a little less than two hours before I head to the adult bookstore to meet Rod and make my decision known. Two hours and a huge problem! I still haven’t decided what I want. I want to give myself to this man, but what if I do and he rejects me?

That is my biggest fear, because I do not want to find that I belong to Big John, that big black man not only ripped me a new asshole, but he also beat the shit out of me. Now, I liked it at the time it was a new experience, and it was fun to a degree. I am not sure I want to live my life getting beat daily and sold like a piece meat. Yes, I liked being whored out, it was hot as hell. The idea of getting paid to service a cock that I would gladly service for free was a huge turn-on.

It would be a great way to make a living. I can see myself making a lot of money, unfortunately it would be all for someone else. That also turns me on, it is not how I want to live my life. Or at least I do not think, that is what I want. I think I have over processed this so much that I sit here thinking about being a common whore and my clit is hard. What the hell am I going to do?

It’s time to leave and I am not even close to making up my mind. I guess Rod was right, I will need whatever I get when I get naked at the bookstore.

Let’s hope that it’s just Rod and he sets my mind and heart where it should be.

I thought the drive home five days ago was long. I have been on the road ten minutes, and I feel like I am walking.

At this point I turn on the local rock station and blare the music and begin to sing along, hoping this will make the drive go faster.

Finally I have arrived, it’s 10:58. I quickly grab a twenty from my wallet and head into the counter and get my tokens. I head to the booth where I met Rod, I slipped in, leaving the door cracked open. I strip naked, drop ten dollars’ worth of tokens in the video player and sit naked on the bench watching a gay orgy scene on the screen when I see the light get brighter as the door opens.

In walks, a large black guy, wait, it is Big John, he comes in and orders me to my knees, so I slip from the bench onto the nasty cum covered floor, open my mouth and wait for him to fuck my face with nothing short of brute force.

But I was wrong, John pulled it out and in a soft voice, said this is what you want isn’t it little girl?

Yes, was all I could say as I grabbed his massive cock with one hand and guided it to my open, waiting mouth and I began to suck him as deeply as I could on my own. Within few minutes a stranger walked in and got behind me and began to dry fuck my gaping asshole. I was moaning in pure ecstasy and was moaning loud enough that a crowd began to gather.

After both men had finished they zipped up, left me used and leaking cum from my ass and the corners of my mouth. No sooner than they left and three more guys come in and I performed like a desperate slut, each one finished and left without a word. I must have been there an hour and a half when I began to get a sinking feeling that Rod was not going to show.

It was in that moment when someone walked in closed and locked the door. It was Rod!

Well, sissy boy. Have you had fun this morning?

Yes, Rod but not nearly as much as I had with you the last time, we were together.

Good girl, I made an impression on you, Rod replied. Well, what is your desire sissy?

I want to give myself to you Rod, I want to be yours and yours alone.

Hold on sissy boy. I will take you to be mine, but nothing lasts forever. You might but, I tend to doubt your ability to stay with me. You are a slut and sluts do not do well, well muğla escort when they cannot be sluts.

I will tell you what. I will take you, but you have to know right now, that I will fuck who I want, when I want, where I want, and if you even show one ounce of jealousy we are done, and you are on your own.

When I bring a new guy home, you will not get involved, you will get neglected. You will serve us drinks and food, you will turn the bed down, clean up when I am done, you will draw my baths and make the bed. You will clean my house. You will be my servant. I will take you sexually when and where I want. I will give you to whomever I want, and you will never disobey, or you are gone. You on the other hand will never be free to be the slut you are!

You may love me, but I love no man. You will be as I said, my servant. We will not be lovers in the sense that you desire. Can you agree to that?

You will desire me in ways you will likely never attain. That is a heavy burden to bear. That is why I did what I did with you. I showed you who you really are, you are a slut. Can you bear the weight of having me at your fingertips but knowing I will likely never love you the way you love me?

If so, be at my house and six o’clock. Know this, I like you a lot and if there were ever a guy I could grow to love, you may be the one. But the likelihood is so small that you will have to decide if you can bear the long term and heavy burden of an unrequited love!

It is a lot to process in such a short time, but I knew if I gave you four days to think about this it would be too much.

Rod continued, I would like to own you, and that is it, you will be my property, not my man, or my girl, in the sense of the way you want. Maybe it could happen in time, but no less than a dozen have come to me, and no less than the same have grown weary within a month or two and were gone. And none of them were as much of a slut as you are my dear. Some like Suzi, I still see, but we do not have sex, she just helps me with guys like you, she helps me bring out your true nature. For that she is good, but she lasted three weeks under my roof.

Rod bent down gave me a passionate kiss and said I hope to see you at six, but I understand if you decide not to show. Then Rod turned walked out and as he left, I heard him say, she is all yours guys, enjoy, she is a really good fuck!

For the next couple of hours, I think every man in the place came in me at least twice. It was now four and I was full of cum, but hungry as hell. I gathered up my cloths got dressed and walked out of the place with cum leaking from my well used asshole. i was a mess I had cum all over my face and in my hair.

I got into my truck, opened the glove box, and grabbed some tissues and wipes, got myself cleaned up and headed to a sit-down restaurant a few blocks away. I pulled into the parking lot, got out and walked into place and the sign said seat yourself. So, I grabbed a booth back in the corner, I had a lot on my mind and needed to be alone.

The waiter walked up, gave me a knowing smile, and asked me what I wanted to drink. Give me a Dr. Pepper. I know what I want so if you could go on a take my order that would be great.

Yes sir, I can do that.

I told the waiter what I wanted, and he said good choice, then bent down and whispered in my hear that I had a very large strand of cum on the back left side of my head. He proceeded to let me know the restroom was right around the corner and I could get cleaned up without anyone knowing. I put my hand on his and thanked him for his kindness.

I lifted my hand; he went to place my order and I got up and headed to the bathroom to get myself presentable. As I was about to walk out, my waiter walked in and handed me his number on a piece of paper and said to me, you muğla escort bayan are cute and if you are free, I would like to hook up and see where it might lead.

I took the paper, thanked him then put his number in my pocket. Just what I needed a good-looking stud wanting to hook up and I am about to decide the fate of my life.

Will I be with Rod?

Will I ever look like a man again?

In just a few hours my whole life will change no matter what I decide. A handsome hunk making such an appealing offer is not what I need right now. Or maybe it is?

The handsome waiter brought my food, laid it out before me, asked I he could refill my drink. I handed him glass thanked him and began to season my food. The waiter quickly returned with my drink and asked if I needed anything.

I responded, yep, but it is not served in any restaurant.

Excuse me, the waiter replied.

I’m sorry, I have a lot on my mind and must make what will be a life altering decision in just a couple of hours and have no idea what to do.

That must weigh heavy on your heart. I have a break in a couple of minutes, if you could use an ear, I would be honored to join you and see if I can help you.

I responded, what the hell, I could use a neutral ear! I’m simply not going to be able to make this decision without someone’s help and you have been very kind. Please join me when you go on break. I would love the help.

I return to my meal and pretty much scarf it down because I am so hungry, so torn and so confused about what I should do. About the time I wash down my last bite, my waiter returns with two drinks, a refill for me and one for him.

As we talk, he tells me his name is Robert and I introduce myself and Robert jumps right in and asks what is that has you so torn? What could be so important that it is so life altering?

I proceed to explain about the situation and about Rod and the choice I had to make.

Robert looked into my eyes with such empathy and concern and said something so insightful that for the first time, I began to think that I might not, return to Rod.

Robert looked at me and said, honey, you are valuable, you are more than property. And this guy Rod is correct, if you are a slut, you will be miserable. Let me ask you one question. It is deeply personal and if you are not comfortable answering just say so, okay,

Sure Robert, ask away.

Do you like dressing like a girl? And would you like to explore that more? And by explore, I mean discover and learn what is required so you can pass as a girl in public?

Robert, what can I say? I do and I don’t. There are times when I want to be a girl and over the past week, that has gotten so much stronger. With that said, I have always loved wearing panties, but have never given much thought about taking it further. The idea excites and scare me. That is about as honest of an answer as I can give you.

I have to go back to work, but I get off at seven and I would love to get together with you Robert said. I would like to take you out and show you how a sissy should be treated. If it is something you would like to explore, it is something I am intimately familiar with as my older brother lives full time as a woman and I know she has helped others find their path. She has guided several of our friends, helping them discover what was right for them. And if it is right for you, she can help you with the process.

Robert continued, I have to say, I bet you are drop dead gorgeous as a woman. You have nice facial features and a really decent body for that life.

I blushed and thanked Robert. I let him know I still was unsure how I was going to decide.

At this point, I have about two hours before I am to be at Rod’s should he be my choice. At this point I am so torn, because I am a sex junkie, escort muğla I am a slut, and I am not sure I could live without a crazy amount of sex. Yet, I am so deeply into Rod, and I would love for him to mold me and shape into the sissy faggot he desires.

What am I going to do? Well at this point all I can do is get in the truck, crank up the tunes, take a hit or two off my pipe, catch a little buzz and drive.

As the times has passed I realize that I have driven to about every stomping ground I know in this town, and I still have a half hour and I am no closer to a decision now than I was while talking to that stud of a waiter.

All I know right now; my choice would have been a lot easier if it had not been for Robert. His word keep echoing through my mind. He was certainly a stud and very masculine, which suits me well, being that I am so submissive to start with. I just wish one of these men would make the choice for me. But alas, even submissive sissies from time to time have to take charge sometimes.

I just hate it, no matter what I choose, I lose something I want.

I have about twenty minutes and I find that I am headed toward Rod’s place.

Is this my choice?

It is 5:55 and I am a block and a half away. The truck is running, it is in park, and I am racking my head. Rod has had such an effect on me, he has opened so many sexual doors and honestly even the rough stuff was a turn on, but it is not something I want to have happen on a regular basis.

Same for the hooking. I loved it, it was a thrill to know another man paid four hundred and fifty dollars to have sex with me and slap me around for several hours. It hurt like hell, I was sore for days, but each time the pain presented itself, I got hard. I obviously liked it a lot.

However, regardless of how much I liked it, I do not want it happening so frequently that it loses its excitement.

It’s 5:59 and I put the truck in gear and head toward Rod’s house. I drive slowly and at 6:01, I pull up, not in his driveway but on the street. I jump out of the truck knowing the decision has been made because I was late.

I knock on the door and Rod answer it. You are late whore, Rod exclaims!

I know sir, I wanted to let you know I cannot give myself to you because you are correct. I am a slut and I know how bad I want and need you and it would kill me to not be able to have you the way I want. I am so sorry, I really wanted to say yes but I had to acknowledge that you were right. I came up anyway to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate everything you did to and for me. I will always cherish you in my heart and soul. And while I know it may never happen, I want you to know you can have me anytime, anywhere, any way you want.

Rod responded, sissy boy, you are the first to not give yourself over to me. I am surprised and glad. I do care for you, but I know how I am and all day I have hoped that this would be your decision. As I would hate to be the one who crushes your spirit.

Go, be who you are and while I doubt, we will ever hook up again. If I should stick my cock through a hole and your mouth receives it, I would be honored to join you and fuck you like the slut you are.

Thanks Rod. I love you and I will never forget you. And I hope to see your lovely cock slide through that hole sometime. Thank you again for each and every experience.

Rod replied, thank you honey and bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He turned walked back into his house shut the door and with a tear in my eye, I turned and walked slowly back to my truck, got in, started it up and sat for a moment and just sobbed like the girl I really am.

I had made my choice and now I was alone once again. As I pulled myself together, I dried my tears turned the radio on put the truck in drive and slowly pulled away.

As I got to the end of the street I was faced with my first choice. As I sat at the stop sign, I remembered my hunk of a waiter and his invitation. Here I am sitting at this stop sign, trying to decide, do I go left and go home to process all of this, or go right and head off for a new adventure?

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The problem with doing your boss, your married boss, your lives in suburbia, two rugrats in the living room and another bun in the oven, perfect as all get out boss, is that the odds are stacked against any real relationship.

Let’s face it, he has too much too lose and you are expendable. I know, because I found that out first hand when I had just turned 20.

It was six years ago, but it seemed like yesterday. As a fresh graduate of the Pauline K. Gibson Secretarial School, I made the rounds of the banks in Philadelphia looking for an entry level secretarial job. After several unfruitful interviews, I happened upon the Second National Bank Corporate Headquarters where I met a harried Human Resource Director.

There, in my prim and proper business suit which displayed just a touch of leg, I did my best to make his A List of candidates. As luck would have it, a Friday resignation led to a Monday opening, and I made my way to the Credit Processing Department where I met, and immediately hit it off with, K. Lawrence Little. Mr. Little was a good-looking, wise cracking man who ran the department of 25 processors.

Our guidance counselors continually told us that even with impeccable credentials it might take a while to secure a good position, and that it almost never happened immediately upon graduation. This was my lucky day, because after an hour of questions I had made enough of an impression, possibly helped by his immediate need, and the following week I began my working career.

Ours was a good match. Mr. Little, a 35-year-old who had an infectious smile and the wit to go with it, was a great boss. He guided me through several minefields, as every new kid on the block needs but seldom receives, and was patient with my numerous miscues. Along the way I grew under his tutelage, became a model of efficiency, and we began to work closely as a team. Maybe too close.

In some ways Mr. Little was like a father to me. He would provide advice on everything from finances to boyfriends. He was concerned, not angry, one Friday after my boyfriend and I spent a little too much time dancing and carousing at the Jersey Shore and didn’t make it back home until nearly 2 a.m. I was late for work the following morning, but instead of reaming me out and giving me all the grief bosses are supposed to give their subordinates, he at least partially understood and gave me a pass on the pontificating.

A few weeks later though, after being stood up for the third time in less than a month and spending much of the day one short step from breaking into tears, Mr. Little asked me to stay after work. He listened to my story, told me it wasn’t the end of the world, and that there were other fish in the sea. Then he told me a few jokes, clearing my mind before gently sending me on my way.

He earned my respect that day, and continued to do so when he helped me with understanding my finances, cautioning me about certain wolves in the building, and being a perfect sounding board for everything from career to personal goals. At the annual holiday party he introduced me to Mary, his pert little wife, while I introduced the Littles to Mac, also known as Malcolm, my then-current beau. The four of us laughed, danced and enjoyed the party.

Several weeks later Mr. Little mentioned that Mary had another child on the way, the product of an alcohol-induced session of hanky panky the night of the holiday party. I laughed and congratulated him, and we joked about how there must have been some viagra in the punch or something.

It was one of those innocent comments that came back into our conversation several weeks later. It’s a long story and I won’t bore you, but suffice it to say that Mac and I had been having difficulty in the sack in recent weeks. Now I had never been all that sexually active, Mac was only my third lover, and technique was not something that 20-year-olds pay much attention to.

I lost my virginity to Jack the summer he was heading off to college while I was a naive 18-year-old high school senior. Jack got into my pants in the back seat of his Buick while we were parked alongside Tinicum Lake. I had satisfied him with handjobs for several months before finally giving in to his insistent desires after he professed his lifelong love for me. It wasn’t pretty, and I lived in mortal feat of pregnancy over the next month after he told me his condom had somehow come off during our initial intercourse.

When I finally got my period I swore off sex forever. Forever lasted about 18 months, as William and I were busy as bees in the bedroom, and his car, and his parents house, and wherever we could find a few minutes and a bit of privacy. William had a constant need for sex, and I swear he was fully ready to go a second round after just finishing his first. William taught me to suck his cock, to wear sexier outfits and to satisfy his guttural urges with a smile. I loved him, he loved me, and we were a perfect combination in and out of the bedroom. Or at sakarya escort least I thought.

When he left me for Jenny Constantino, the rich bitch from uptown, I nearly died. Mr. Little helped me through that down period of my young life, and reminded me “you have to get up and ride after falling from a horse!”

I listened, but didn’t believe it. My heart was broken, but time does heal all wounds, and soon Mac came along to divert my attention from hating guys to, well, liking them once again. I was attracted to Mac more than any other man, and soon we ended up sleeping together whenever we could. The sex was exciting but there was always something missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Mac just didn’t ring my bells. The rest of the relationship was good, but for some reason Mac wasn’t very affectionate. He said he loved me, but he didn’t really like to hold hands, caress me or all the thing that make a girl seem special.

One Friday night before shutting down the office Mr. Little and I were casually talking about the upcoming weekend when I asked him what he did to make his wife Mary seem special to him. He talked about flowers, candlelit dinners and reminding her of how good she looked, but said every man was different. I lamented that I just didn’t feel truly loved my Mac, mentioning that I even felt I didn’t turn him on.

“I’ve caught him looking at other girls, and I don’t think he looks at me that way,” I dejectedly said

“Ah, your crazy, Constance, you’re nuts,” said my boss, hesitating a bit.

“What is it Mr. Little, tell me!”

My boss shuffled a bit in his seat. “It’s just I don’t want to say anything inappropriate, I don’t want to get in trouble with HR or something.”

:”Geez, Mr. Little, you can say whatever you want. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m a big girl. Tell me.”

“Ok, ok, Constance. It’s just that you are very pretty and I can’t imagine any guy not getting turned on my you!”

He went on to tell me how good I looked at work, and that I looked absolutely great in the cocktail dress at the party. He said many men there had stolen glances at me that evening, bringing a crimson blush to my face.

That weekend I thought a lot about how sweet my boss was. I also thought about him in bed…fantasizing about him when Mac was thrusting in and out of me. It was the first time I had ever thought of someone else while screwing, and it was both naughty and nice. I had an orgasm that night, one of the first ever with my boyfriend.

I didn’t know what had come over me, but I had this desire to, well, see if I could excite my boss. I’m not talking trashy here, I wasn’t going to start dressing like a slut, but I did begin wearing my dresses and skirts a little shorter and my sweaters a little tighter. I didn’t wear something inappropriate like miniskirts, but I did show a bit more leg in the office.

I wasn’t sure at first, but after a while I did catch Mr. Little catching glimpses of my legs when he would talk past my desk. When I sat in his office taking dictation, I caught him a couple times peeking up my skirt. It was hot knowing he was looking.

Several weeks of my innocent exhibitionism went past and my little leg show continued to excite most likely Mr. Little and me too. At one of our late day meetings I caught him looking right up my short blue skirt, and asked him what he was looking at.

“You know what I am looking at, Constance, you are a true temptress!”

I laughed, calling him a naughty boy.

“You really should start wearing your skirts a little longer, Constance,” instructed my married boss. “It is, well, distracting.”

Thinking back, I have no idea what got into me that day. I looked him in the eye, then down to my lap. I moved my legs slowly apart and leaned back just a bit. Looking up, I saw his eyes had followed mine to my midsection…they were glued up my skirt. I wondered if he could see my black satin panties.

“Do you like the view, Mr. Little? Are you being a dirty old man?” I quizzed, fully knowing the answer.

“You don’t know what you are doing to me, Constance.”

I smiled. “I think I can imagine.”

There was a quiet pause before I smoothed down my skirt and stood. I walked to the door, closed and locked it, then walked across the room toward Mr. Little’s bookcase. I bent over in mock interest in a book on the bottom shelf, displaying a lot of thigh and maybe more.

“Constance! Do you know what you are doing?”

“I’m just looking around your office, Mr. Little, why, is something wrong?” I incredulously said.

I don’t know what came over me. I can assure you that I never planned it, I surely was only teasing the man a bit, but in the heat of the moment something more came over me. I reached up under my skirt and lowered my panties to the floor. I walked to his desk and sat on it as the man was just a foot away. I slowly spread my legs.

“I don’t want you to strain sakarya escort bayan your eyes, Mr. Little. Is this a better look?”

I thought the man was going to have a heart attack. He sat there, staring, almost in a trance. After a bit he reached out and casually touched my thigh. When I didn’t shoo him away, his hand gradually stroked and caressed my leg. When he touched my pussy, I began to melt, and when he leaned forward and began to lick my slit up and down. I had never felt anything like it, my mind swirled while my sex pulsed.

He licked and stroked by throbbing clit and made me feel sensations I had only dreamed about. His tongue stroke was slow and sensuous. He went at me like a starved man, slobbering all over my wetness. It wasn’t long before I began to cum on the spot. It had to be months of built up sexual frustration or something, because I don’t think he licked me for more than a couple minutes before I exploded.

Mr. Little looked up at me, and I will never forget what he said. “Oh, no, what have I done.”

I think he really thought it was his fault, and that I was going to haul his ass down to Human Resources or something. I pushed him back into his seat and dropped to my knees in front of him. There was a tent in his pants, and I quickly unleashed his hardness into the open air. His cock was swelled to its full length, and he certainly wasn’t named for the length of his penis. It was anything but little, stretching to at least seven inches of man meat.

I began licking the knob of it, swirling my tongue around the tip. I licked around and around, then up and down his hard cock from the bottom to the top of its mushroom shaped bead. Then I sucked it into my mouth, bringing out a groan from Mr. Little. It was an incredible feeling, his dick in my mouth. He was long, hard and pulsing and he began thrusting up and down as if he hadn’t had sex in months.

His dick was like no other I had sucked. Oh, William was a little bit longer, but Mr. Little was definitely thicker. And while my other oral conquests had generally lasted only several minutes under my mouth attack, my boss stroked, pumped and pleaded for more of my mouth action yet didn’t pump and explode like the others. The man clearly was enjoying himself as my head bobbed up and down his dick. He moaned, he groaned, he let me know how much he loved my mouth action.

“Oh my god, it’s a dream,” stuttered Mr. Little, breathing quickly. “Don’t stop, Constance, it’s wonderful. Play my skin flute. Oh yea!”

After a bit my mouth began to tire, so I alternated strokes of his cock between my mouth and my hand. I’d stroke him, lick him, and then stroke him again. The combination sent him higher and it wasn’t long before he warned me he was going to cum. It was very decent of him to give me the option of how to make him explode, but there was no way I was going this far and not having him cum in my mouth.

“Umm, Mr. Little, it’s okay, you can shoot in my mouth,” I said before putting his pulsing dick back into my hot oral cavity. That was all it took as the man began shooting his tangy seed into my welcoming mouth.

That was the first of many blowjobs received by my boss in his office. Sometimes I would suck him off in his car along dirt roads and once by the lake where I lost my virginity. Once I blew him while he spoke with his wife on his cell phone, writing down a grocery list. It’s a miracle we weren’t caught.

Mr. Little had an insatiable appetite for having his cock sucked off. He claimed his wife wouldn’t do it, and that I was the best he had ever had. It was quite exciting for me to share the secret of our clandestine meetings from all prying eyes. He’d buy me little gifts, nothing exorbitant, some jewelry for special occasions and sexy underthings for other times.

I found myself fantasizing about having a long-term relationship with the man. I loved him, after all. He said he loved me too. I wanted to make love with him in the worst way, but he told me he wanted to save that for our wedding night, then he’d guide me to my knees where I’d suck his dick.

Mr. Little insisted I continue to date, as he didn’t want to raise suspicions. He even had my latest beau Jeremy and I over his house with some other friends for a holiday party. It was difficult to watch my boss and his wife make all nicey nice, holding hands and stealing kisses. But that bout of jealousy quickly evaporated when he asked me to go with him on a beer run. He stopped at a local distributor and picked up a couple cases, then quickly pulled behind the shop and pulled me close in an embrace.

“Oh, Constance, I’ve missed you!” he said, kissing my neck. “I need you. Do me.”

He placed my hand on his manhood, and I began stroking him through his pants. His dick lengthened, and I let go of it long enough to unzip his fly. I pulled his dick out from his boxers and admired his hardness. Mr. Little had a great cock. I loved the way it stood escort sakarya tall and pulsed, especially when I was licking my lips and mouthing sweet nothings toward him. My boss loved it when I spoke dirty to him, and while it wasn’t my favorite of things to do, I talked nasty to turn him on.

“You have such a great, suckable cock, I love it,” I cooed, stroking his dick. “It’s so big, so hard, it makes me wet. Let me have it, let me suck it.”

“Yes, m’dear, suck it, suck my cock,” he begged, pushing my head toward his hard spike in his lap. “Hurry, before someone sees us.”

I gazed at his hard dick and then gingerly lowered my head to it. I knew it was to be a quickie, but still I wanted to savor the moment for a bit and started off by licking the head to get it rock hard. My short skirt rode up my thighs as I bent over and took his dick in my hot wet mouth, moving my lips up and down the hard shaft. Mr. Little caressed my ass as I blew his dick, alternating slow, sensuous sucks with hard head-bobbing in tandem with my hand strokes.

“Oh, you are a sweet cocksucker,” he panted as I bounced my head on his dick. “You are the best. You make me so hot.”
I loved his words, but what really turned me on was how his dick grew in my mouth as he accelerated toward his orgasm. He was super hot and I knew he had been waiting all day for my loving lips. I blew him harder and he began lifting his ass off the seat bottom, bouncing his cock faster in my sucking mouth. The pounding of my face hurt a bit, but it was soothed by the knowledge he was going to cum fast.

The man’s head flew back and his eyes went to the back of his head as I sucked his cock, and with a low groan I then felt his cum erupting up the shaft of his cock. The hot sauce hit the depths of my mouth on the instroke and then continued spurting on the outstroke. He came a bucket, and although I swallowed several times I couldn’t contain all of his sperm in my mouth. Some ended up on my lips, some on my cheeks, and still more on the front of my dress. Mr. Little sure loved my blow jobs! Of course I didn’t notice the cum stains until we had arrived back at the house and I went to the bathroom to clean up.

Over a two-year span I must have sucked Mr. Little’s cock 400 times. Five times a week for sure, sometimes twice in one day. If each orgasm produced an ounce or two of cum sauce, then I must have swallowed a couple gallons of the stick man jizz. I didn’t always like the taste, but I never refused any of his oral requests. After all, I loved the man.

It wasn’t until a cool winter evening that things changed between us. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was going to be my final blowjob of the man. The night started simple enough, Mr. Little asking me to meet him at the mall in our “special” parking place on the top floor well away from the department store.

I left the office a few minutes before he did to deflect any suspicion and made my way to our meeting place. I parked, and soon afterward Mr. Little pulled in to the spot beside me. I got out of my car and slipped into the seat next to him, as his car had more room than my compact.

We talked for a few minutes then began necking. We made out for a while before I started to stroke his pants. I loved the feel of his lengthening cock, it made me hot thinking of how hot I made the man. After a bit of foreplay I heard his zipper opening and I bent my head into his lap and began licking his bulging cock. His hand was on the back of my head, and he alternated pushes down on his dick with my lifting my head up.

“Oh, yes, Constance, suck my dick. You are a great cocksucker, the best. Um, keep sucking me,” he pleaded.

I complied with his request, licking and sucking his rock hard cock. I loved sucking him, and he loved my mouth. It was a perfect twosome. I bobbed my head up and down, licking his dick like there was no tomorrow. I heard a car driving nearby and began to lift my head off his cock but he wouldn’t let me remove my dick from him as he held my head securely on his dick.

“Don’t stop, honey, don’t stop, Keep sucking, Don’t worry about it. Suck it,” he demanded and I didn’t hesitate any more. “I felt his dick growing in my mouth, and just went with the flow, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I heard Mr. Little moaning and prepared for his load. I didn’t have to wait long, as the man began stroking faster and faster and then let loose with a hard series of cum spurts.

The stuff hit my mouth and face then my mouth some more as he came his usual copious load in tune to my cocksucking. He groaned, he muttered, he told me how much he loved me and my talented mouth.

I lay there in his lap, cum sliding down my cheeks when the bombshell hit.

“Mary is pregnant again, so I hope you are ready to due double duty with my dick,” said the man. I couldn’t believe my ears. He had told me that he and Mary weren’t having sex anymore, and that I was his only outlet. Now he’s telling me his wife was knocked up again. So much for his truthfulness.

I don’t know what got over me, but I sat up then smacked him across the face. “You bastard,” I spat. “You told me you weren’t doing your wife.”

“Oh come on, Constance, you know better than that, she’s my wife,” said my lying boss. “I have to fuck her.”

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I approached the end of my shift at the local pub, around 11:30, the last few patrons stumble out the front door. Steve, a regular at the pub, is the only one left at the bar. Steve is a rugged looking silver fox, good strong body and a cracking tan. I’ve known him around three months now and we get on really well despite our age difference. He’s approaching fifty-five and I’ve just turned twenty-one.

Steve: “Do you want a life home Joe?”

Me: “No you’re alright Steve…are you sure you’re not over the limit anyway?”

Steve: “I’ve only had a few beers, you should know you served me! It’s no trouble, I could do with the company?” he says with a cheeky grin.

It’s true, I should know, I reckon he’s a little over the limit, but the 4 mile walk through country lanes on a cold night doesn’t appeal to me!

Me: “OK, why not. Can you give me ten minutes to lock up and I’ll meet you out in the car?”

Steve: “No problem, I’ll warm him up.”

I finish locking up the pub and walk around the back to the car park. I see Steve waiting patiently in the drivers seat. I hop in the Range Rover and put my belt on. Steve is finishing a text message and apologises for the wait.

Steve: “Sorry about that, the guy who was going to come round my house for sex pulled out last minute! So annoying, i’m so bloody horny!”

I’m stunned. My brain goes into overdrive. I always had a susupicion he was into guys but he blurts it out as if I already knew! He has really thrown me off guard…

Steve: “You aren’t into guys by any chance are you Joe?”

My heart starts to pound out my chest. I’ve fantasised about being fucked by a guy, or guys before, fingered my arse quite a few times, but nothing more and Steve certainly doesn’t know that. Why would he ask me that?!

I reply nervously: “I think I might be yes?”

Steve says with a grin: “I knew it…”

Me: “Really?”

Steve: “Oh yes. Joe I’m going to drive us back to my place and we’re going to have some fun OK?

My heart beats even faster now and my cock begins to bulge. Did he seriously just say that? It seems more like an order than an invite, but I get a strong urge to obey it!

I reply anxiously: “OK…”

Steve: “Have you been with a guy before?”

Me: “No I haven’t…”

Steve: “Excellent.”

Before leaving the car park Steve unbuttons his tight jeans and pulls them along with his boxers down to his thighs. His girthy cock springs out and I stare at it with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

Steve: “Like what you see?”

Me: “Umm yes…yes I do!”

Steve: “I want you to wank me slowly on the drive home OK?”

Me: “OK…”

I slowly grasp his girthy perfectly shaped cock as he pulls the car away. I pull at his foreskin revealing his beautiful bellend. I wank my hand up and down his shaft, feeling it harden with every stroke. What a feeling this is! His cock must be 8.5 inches at this point, its a monster.

Steve: “Good boy. That’s it, nice and slow. I see you’re enjoying this!” as he looks towards the bulge appearing in my trousers.

Me: “I…am!”

Steve pulls into a gated driveway and the headlights illuminate a huge detached house. I knew he was wealthy but not what looks like six bedroom wealthy! He pulls the Range Rover into the garage and the door shuts behind us. I now realise this is going to happen, I’m in his kingdom.

We exit the car and with a big cheeky smile on his face waves for me to follow him to the kitchen. I nervously smile back and do as I’m told.

Steve places two whisky tumblers on the massive island kitchen counter and begins to pour two very large glasses of whisky.

Steve: “Drink…”

I do as I’m told and guzzle the whisky down. He realises I am nervous and quickly pours another.

Steve casually says: “Take your clothes off”

I’m really shocked by the request. But at this point I want to do anything to please him. Is he now my master? Am I his slave? How the hell did I end up here? All these questions run through my head, but all I know is, I’m loving this.

I unbutton my work shirt and jeans slowly taking them off while staring at Steve’s eyes. He doesn’t flinch while taking a sip of his whisky. I’m now standing naked in his kitchen and my cock becomes fully erect.

Steve: “That’s a nice tight body you have there and a very nice cock. Spin around…”

I’ve always been in good shape due to my running. Girlfriends would always complement my perky bum. I turn around to show him.

Steve: “Just as I imagined…perfect”

I smiled with embarrassment but loved the attention. Steve slowly walks over to me and slaps my right cheek, takes a hard grip of it and lets go. He thrust his body into mine and reaches around with both his hands to play with my nipples while he bites my neck. His hands are hard compared to my soft white skin, I let out a quiet moan as I feel immense pleasure in being touched by an older man.

Steve moves around in front of me and starts walking up the stairs. Without turning around he shouts “come here niğde escort boy”. I leave my clothes on the kitchen floor and follow him up the stairs. Butterflies engulf my stomach and my excitement shoots through the roof.

We enter his bedroom which has a huge four poster bed in the middle, a gorgeous fluffy carpet and a small fire place. Who has a fireplace in their bedroom! My eyes quickly get drawn to the bed where a variety of sex toys, gags, ropes and lube are laid out neatly. I guess these toys were going to be used on the guy that stood him up? But I guess I’ll be that guy now!!

Steve goes into his en-suite bathroom while I stand naked near the bed.

I hear Steve shout from the bathroom: “Get on your knees”

Is he really ordering me about like a slave? Why am I enjoying it so much?! I must be a submissive, I must be!

I quickly drop to my knees. Steve walks out the bathroom fully naked. His body is very well maintained, a strong tan all over his muscular body, a little hair on his chest and legs but everywhere else is smooth. His beautiful girthy cock swings from side to side as he approaches me, stopping with his cock about an inch from my lips. I’ve never seen a cock up this close before!

Steve: “Kiss it”

I lick my lips and kiss his bellend softly.

Steve: “Wrap your lips around it…”

I slowly move my lips around his bellend and onto his semi hard shaft. His cock slides into my mouth and I start to loop around his cock with my tongue.

Steve starts to moan. I must be doing OK. I’ve had many blow jobs off girls so I know what works and what doesn’t. His cock is now rock hard, I can’t believe how big it is!

I suck his throbbing hard cock back and forth and then attempt to take his whole length. I start to gag a little while tears build up in my eyes as I get close to the end of his shaft.

I retreat my head back and keep his bellend in between my lips. I look up to see his face but he’s looking at the ceiling and moaning with pleasure. I must be pretty good at this!

I then feel his hands wrap around the back of my head, he pulls my head forward and thrusts his hips. His huge cock hits the back of my throat and I gag again, more tears start to flood out of my eyes. He keeps thrusting his rock hard cock into my mouth. I’m officially being face fucked! The feeling of his cock going in and out drives me wild, my cock is now rock solid and I reach around and hold on to his arse.

He starts to fuck my face harder now, I feel some warm precum filling my throat. I hold on for dear life while he face fucks me. He lets out a yelp, quickly pulls his cock out my mouth. I close my eyes as he delivers a huge load of warm cum all over my face. He lightly slaps my face and says “good boy…”. I go to wipe the cum off my face.

Steve: “No. Leave it on your face. Just clear your eyes and stay there”

I follow his every order, I clear my eye lids of cum and stay kneeling on the floor with my bum resting on my calves. I’m usually in this position waiting for a yoga session to start in the gym, but no, i’m sitting here on my knees with a face full of cum wondering what the hell is coming next!

Steve walks back in from the bathroom with his phone and takes a photo of me post face fucking. I didn’t feel totally comfortable with him taking my picture but i’m willing to do anything to please my master tonight!

I notice he’s cleaned his cock on his short visit to the bathroom.

Steve: “Go and have a quick shower and clean yourself up good for me. I have a surprise for you when you return….”

I get off my knees still with his warm cum on my face and head to the bathroom. I notice he starts to rearrange some of the toys on the bed and reaches for his phone. I start to wonder what he has planned for me and what is he going to do with that picture!

I dry myself off after a quick hot shower. I made sure to thoroughly clean my arse hole and cock just in case the fun isn’t over.

I walk back into the bedroom naked and I see Steve still on his phone.

He notices me enter the room and grabs a glass of pre-poured whisky.

Steve: “Mmm look at that body…I want you to drink this for me…it’ll make you relaxed and help you through the night.”

I look at Steve apprehensively. I’m sure he’s going to fuck me tonight and I know taking his dick is going to be really painful…so fuck it…he’s trying to help so I down the large glass of whisky.

Steve puts his hand on my shoulder.

Steve: “You’re such a good boy…my friends are going to love you.”

I ask confused: “Your friends…?”

Steve: “Two of my close friends are coming around. We don’t often get a virgin to play with so they won’t be long I promise. You’re going to do everything we ask of you tonight aren’t you slave?”

Oh my god. What have I got myself into?! I’m both afraid and excited. I’ve never been with a guy before and now three in one night!! Shall I say this is too much too soon?! I’m not panicking, all the whisky has made niğde escort bayan me tipsy and reckless. I want this. I’ve fantasized about this. I tell myself to go with it, if it’s too much Steve will stop it. I know him he’s a good man.

Steve: “Joe…you’re going to do what we tell you…yes?”

I realize I haven’t answered his question. My internal dilemma distracted me.

Me: “Yes…master”

Steve: “Good slave…now get on the bed and bend over…”

He does not mess around. I slowly walk over to the bed. The whisky is kicking in and i’m feeling really…really good.

I get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed and arch my back. Usually I’m behind a girl who’s doing this move!

I feel Steve’s hands on my inner thighs he drags me closer to the end of the bed. He slides both his hands onto my bum, his fingers spread my cheeks.

I let out a moan as he begins to lick around my hole. It feels cold and moist. I start shivering from the feeling that spreads throughout my body. He pushes his tongue inside my hole and swirls. I feel a huge rush of pleasure. I feel like I could cum. I moan louder now. He rims my arse hole for what feels like ten minutes. He’s done this before and its driving me wild!

He reaches over beside me and grabs a bottle of lube. I don’t look back but I feel a cold drop of lube on my hole. He spreads it in and around my arse and I’m guessing on his cock as his hands move away for a moment.

I push my head into the bed and arch my back as much as I can. I grab two fistfulls of duvet and wait for my virgin arse to be opened up by his 8.5 inch cock.

I wait for what feels like forever and then I hear his friends…

John: “Started without us I see?”

Kev: “Oh waw. Where did you pluck this one from? He’s gagging for it…look at that perky virgin arse!”

Steve: “John, Kev…come join us, I’m just getting our slave ready”

Well they’re not shy! I wonder how they got in the house without Steve. Do they come often? Is this a regular past time tor them?!

I need to turn around and see these guys. I lift my head out of the bed, lower my arse and turn around.

One guy, I’m assuming John, is quite old, short and fat, grey haired and looks about 70! The other, Kev, is similar in looks and stature to Steve but doesn’t have the golden tan, I’m guessing around the 60 mark.

The whisky and adrenaline make my awareness super heightened. I want nothing more than to pleasure these three older guys.

Steve: “Gentlemen… I see my photo of young Joe here with a face full of cum got you excited!”

OK, now I know what the picture was for…

Steve: “Joe will be our slave for tonight, he’s promised to obey our every command like a good little slut. This is his first time so be gentle…I’m looking at you Kev!”

I look to Kev and he gives me a wink. I guess he’s not so gentle.

John: “Come here little slut”

I look to Steve. He nods in approval. I slide off the bed and stand up.

John: “Crawl over to me…slut”

He likes calling me slut. I like it. Why do I like it so much…!

I get on my hands and knees, the carpet feels amazing, it must be the whisky. I crawl up close to John and sit on my feet like a dog waiting to be fed.

John grabs my chin with his left hand and tilts my head up. I stare him in the eyes.

John: “Open you mouth…slut”

I open it wide. John puts two fingers on my bottom lip. I close my mouth wrapping my lips around them and start sucking.

John: “What a good slut you are. I like him already Steve…”

Steve: “He’s a natural”

I’m loving the attention. John then forces his fingers to the back of my throat. I gag only a little.

John: “He can take it deep down that throat of his as well.”

Kev: “That’s what I like to hear”

I’m beginning to think Kev has a monster cock…

I hear Kev taking his clothes off but I keep my attention on John and his fingers down my throat. He keeps forcing them down deeper and I start to gag quite a lot and my eyes start to tear up. I suppose I have to get used to this!

John slides his fingers out my throat and gives me a gentle but firm slap on my face.

John: “Good little slut.”

He then tilts me forward so my arse hole is exposed and uses his fingers to inspect me. I feel him gently put the tip of one finger inside my arse hole.

John: “Mmm nice and tight. We’re going to have to lube this virgin up?!”

As John is inspecting my arse I catch a glimpse of Kev’s cock as he walks towards me. Again like Steve, its a monster, he’s not hard yet and it already looks a mouthful.

John reposition’s himself behind me and slaps my arse hard. I moan. Kev’s beautiful cock is now an inch from my face. He grabs my hair with his left hand and his cock with the right. I open my mouth in preparation. He shoves his semi-hard cock in my mouth and rocks my head back and forth with his hand.

OK that’s the second cock I’ve had in my mouth tonight. I feel him growing escort niğde quickly in my mouth. It’s so big, maybe bigger than Steve’s! I roll my tongue around his bellend as it slides back and forth in my mouth.

Kev: “Let’s test your gag reflex shall we Joe”

I notice he calls me Joe, not slut. I can’t reply because his cock has completely filled my mouth. He re-grips my hair and bury’s his cock deep into my throat. His balls touch my chin and my face is squashed against his lower stomach. I’ve never felt anything like this. I gag really loudly and start to tear up. As Kev’s monster tickles my lungs I feel a hard slap on my arse, it makes me jolt forward and take Kev’s cock even deeper. He holds it in my throat for what seems like forever, I try to breathe through my nose but can’t…I feel another hard slap on my arse…I put both my hands on Kev’s legs and try to push away but he’s strong and keeps my head in place. I start to wriggle like a trapped animal but to no avail. I start to panic a little just before he pulls his cock out quickly and tilts my head back for inspection. I take a few massive breaths of relief before he thrusts his cock into my mouth again.

Kev and John continue to throat fuck and spank me for five whole minutes. My arse is stinging badly, my throat is starting to swell up and my eyes and nose are running profusely. Despite this I’m in heaven. Being used like this has set off pleasure centers in me that I didn’t know existed! I can’t help but want to submit totally to them.

I suddenly feel a pulsating in Kev’s cock and a huge load of warm cum filling my mouth. He forces his cock through the cum and to the back of my throat once again and then quickly pulls out and slaps my face.

Kev: “Swallow it for me Joe. Do you like the taste?”

I look up still tears in my eyes and nose running and nod my head while swallowing his huge load.

I take a look to my side and see Steve has been recording me being spanked and face fucked this whole time! I feel nervous about this, but I really want to see that video!

John: “Get on the bed and lay down on your back slut”

I get up slowly as my arse is numb from the spanking. I crawl onto the massive bed and lay on my back.

John: “No! Other way around!”

I’m laying the wrong way. My head is near the pillows but John wants me the other way round. I quickly flip around and lay on my back. Steve grabs me between both armpits and pulls me backward so my head is hanging off the end of the bed. He gives me another one of his cheeky grins. I look across and see John has removed all his clothes. Although i’m looking at him upside down I see he has a rock hard erection. His cock is smaller than the others but still bigger than mine and bigger than average. For a moment I feel slightly embarrassed about having the smallest cock in the room.

I then feel two sets of hands grab each one of my wrists. I quickly look side to side and see both Steve and Kev tying a thin black braided rope around my wrists and go on to tie the other end of the ropes to the bed posts that almost reach the ceiling.

I start to feel really vulnerable. Is this too much? What If they choke me and I can’t to anything! I look at Steve with a worried face, he notices, he moves his head close to mine and whispers in my ear.

Steve: “You’re going to love this…”

I’m now terrified but at the same time gagging for it. John, now completely naked, quickly jumps on the bed, positions himself between my spread legs, grabs hold of both my lower legs and pushes them back towards me. He puts a strap around both my lower thighs just above my knees. The straps have metal hooks on them. Both Steve and Kev then tie another rope from the bed posts to these leg straps. They finish the knots and pull the ropes at the bed posts pulling my legs backwards and down. They’ve clearly done this before. How many times and to how many guys I wonder? My thighs are now clamped tight to my chest/shoulders and spread wide. I feel the air entering my wide open arse crack. Steve then softly grabs my head puts a big ball gag in mouth and clips it tight behind my head.

I look back to John who’s still between my legs, is he going to be the one who opens me up? He grabs his phone from the bed and stands up on the bed. I guess he’s taking pictures or filming. I’m completely powerless now. I’m imaging what I look like in the pictures, hands and legs tied tight to the bed posts, ball gag in my mouth, arse spread wide and red raw from the spanking. The feeling of being powerless among older men who are preparing to fuck me is so erotic my cock goes rock hard.

Steve: “Kev, John, here you go…”

Steve tosses a small bottle of lube to both.

John: “Let’s lube up our little slut boy”

John fills his hand with lube and starts rubbing it all over my legs, arse and cock. Kev squirts lube all over my stomach, then slowly spreads it all over my upper body pinching my nipples as he goes. I’m now totally soaked it lube.

John: “Steve he’s your catch…I think you should have the honour of opening up his virgin arse.”

Steve: “Quite right John, I’ve been waiting all night to fuck that arse…”

OK it’s about to happen. Not the way I imagined loosing my anal virginity, but I’m glad it’s Steve. I’m hoping I can take his huge cock without too much pain.

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It was May and my boyfriend and I were celebrating our one year anniversary, it had been my birthday earlier in the month too so he had planned us a special night out. He had booked us at a fancy restaurant in the city with a reservation at 9:45pm and we were going to have drinks at a cocktail bar before the dinner.

A little background about us, my name is Jordan and I am 25 years old. I’m 5’7″ with an athletic build, blonde hair, blue eyes and my background is Scandinavian. My boyfriend is Alex, he’s 26 years old, 5’9″ with an athletic build, black hair, brown eyes and from Canada. We both dressed up in our nice shirts and black pants.

My shirt was a bit tight showing off my toned upper body and so was Alex’s. Underneath my pants I wore a pair of my sexiest underwear. It was a pink jock strap that held my 6 inch cock and balls nicely. I didn’t tell Alex this wanting it to be a surprise for him later that evening.

We left the apartment at 5pm so we could enjoy a few drinks before dinner at the local cocktail bar. We arrived at the bar and ordered a cocktail each, they were nice but expensive so I thought it best we didn’t order too many more so that we had enough money for dinner. As we were both still studying and not in full time work we needed to save what we could.

The cocktail was nice and after we finished we decided to head to another bar that had a cheaper happy hour. It was perfect timing too as when we arrived they had a special for $2 shots and $4 vodkas. The bar was crowded and we were on our 4th round of drinks when we walked to the bar and bumped into a friend Alex used to hang out with a lot before we met.

Alex said hello, surprised to see him and then introduced me to his friend. His name was Nick and he was at the bar with his cousin Adam. They each introduced themselves to me and extended their hands, I reached out shaking Nick’s hand and he grasped my hand firmly and pulled me against him for a hug. This surprised me and as he released me I reached out and shook Adam’s hand as well who was standing behind Nick.

They both seemed fairly buzzed and must have already had a few rounds like Alex and I. Nick offered to buy us a round of drinks which Alex did not deny and then told Nick that he and I were out celebrating my birthday. This floored Nick as he didn’t know that Alex was even dating anyone and he said he had to buy us drinks now and purchased a round of shots.

We went the bar and took not one but two shots of tequila and then Nick said that he was out with his cousin Adam to celebrate him getting married the next week to his fiancé Damian. It was then I realised that like Alex and I, Nick and Adam were both gay.

Nick was a year older than me like Alex and was Chinese with a muscular body from what I could tell by his tight fitting clothes. He was 5’11″and had short black hair and deep brown eyes. His cousin Adam was 5’7″ like me and had slightly longer black hair and an athletic build, he was 27.

We all continued drinking at the bar celebrating my birthday and Adam’s upcoming marriage. Alex hadn’t mentioned yet that it was also our one year anniversary but he was catching up with his old friend so I didn’t mention anything.

An hour had now passed and we were all feeling buzzed having too many drinks to count and hearing of the exploits that Alex and Nick used to get up to when they went out on the town and picked up boys. I knew Alex had been know as a bit of a stud before I met him but since we met he had settled down.

The same couldn’t be said for Nick who was single and as he put it, ‘Still liked to look for the next piece of ass he could bone.’ Adam on the other hand seemed shy and very quiet compared to Nick.

It was reaching close to 8pm and we were enjoying the company but I could tell that Alex wanted to go now. We had wanted to go back to the apartment and mess around with some foreplay before heading to our dinner reservation. Alex looked to Nick and said ‘Hey, I think we’re going to make a move now. You guys must have plans for Adam’s bachelor party?’

Nick smirked at Alex and said ‘Yeah right! This guy hasn’t got many friends so it’s just us for tonight. I have a hotel room booked for us nearby and we’re just going to see how the night goes. Hey, you guys should come back with us to the hotel. You still have almost 2hrs till your dinner.’

Alex looked at me and I felt kind of bad for Adam that he wasn’t having much of a bachelors party and nodded to Alex that we should head back with them for a bit.

Nick continued ‘Come on, just for a little while. It’ll be good to have the extra company.’

Alex replied ‘Yeah ok, let’s go babe.’ As he reached out and took my hand. I thought to myself that we sort of had no choice, we couldn’t just walk away from Alex’s friend when he was out and asking for us to join them for a bit.

We all exited the bar and staggered outside, walking along the street feeling buzzed on our way to Nick and Adam’s hotel. Adam was behind us all stumbling as he walked osmaniye escort and Alex and Nick were walking side by side chatting as I walked ahead.

As we walked I dropped my phone and bent down to pick it up, I could feel the tight material of my pants press against my ass when I bent down and looked back to see both Alex and Nick staring at my ass. Nick turned to Alex and winked at him in approval. Earlier in the night I had thought that Nick was checking me out in front of Alex and this wink confirmed it.

We arrived at the hotel and went up to their room, it was a twin bed room and as we settled in Nick said ‘It may have only been the two of us but boy do I know how to show Adam a good time.’ He then pulled out a bag of weed and suggested that we all head into the bathroom to get baked.

I was hesitant at first but Alex said ‘Come on babe, it’s been a long week. Let’s just take a pull.’ Not wanting to spoil Adam’s bachelor party I went along with them and we all entered the bathroom and Nick closed the door so we would create a hotbox and we all started taking hits from a bong.

I was feeling it and getting giggly as I sat next to Adam and asked him about his upcoming wedding. Across from us I could hear Alex and Nick talking. Nick boldly asked Adam, ‘Hey bro, are you serious about this boy?’

Alex who must have been feeling the hits from the weed too looked back at Nick confused. Nick continued, ‘You know I have a few hundred dollar with us and am willing to pay to have your boy put on a bit of strip show.’ Alex was still seeming dazed with Nick’s suggestion and had no words just smiled back at him.

Nick went to ask him again but as I could hear their conversation I got up and stepped across the bathroom to where they were seated and asked Nick what he and Alex were talking about. Nick didn’t tell me at first but I persisted asking again and he responded ‘I was just telling my friend here that I am willing to spend some money for you to strip for us. It is Adam’s bachelor party after all and normally there is a stripper at a bachelor party. Plus your body looks incredible and I bet it’s even better under those clothes.’

I blushed a shade of red at Nick’s remarks and then looked at Alex and said ‘Wait here a sec Nick, we need to discuss this first.’ Alex stood up as I lifted him and we exited the bathroom.

I asked Alex ‘So is he willing to give the whole thousand for me to strip?’

Alex said back, ‘Uh no he wants to give you 6 maybe 7 hundred.’

Looking back at Alex I thought for a moment and said ‘That’s not bad, it’s some easy money that we could use. Plus I can just strip down to my underwear, I did wear something sexy tonight for you. And you’ll be here watching too plus you’ve told me about the lap dances you’ve received from boys before at bachelor parties.’ I convinced myself that I would do it.

Alex was feeling light headed though and said he needed to sit down. I helped him onto the love seat and told him that he could watch for me and make sure that Nick and Adam didn’t do anything silly.

I stood back up and went to get Nick and Adam from the bathroom, I was feeling buzzed from the alcohol and now weed which had my senses and confidence racing. Nick and Adam came out of the bathroom and I told them I would do it, Nick high fived Adam and was thrilled at the good news.

Nick looked to me and said ‘Ok so you’ll do it for $500?’

I laughed and fought back, ‘Uh no the deal was$700 I heard.’

Nick grinned and said $600 but when I refused again he upped the price to $700 and we agreed. He looked to Alex who was sitting on the love seat and said ‘Your boy is a tough bargainer bro.’ Alex nodded as his eyes began to squint.

Nick pulled out two chairs and he and Adam sat down, he reached for the TV remote and put on a gay porn channel. There was a guy being fucked by two large dicks on the screen and the sounds of the porn filled the room. Nick looked at me grinning ‘Here is some inspiration for you Jordan.’

The strip show began as I stood in front of Nick and Adam and started to sway my hips to the music. I was roughly two feet away from where they sat in their chairs. As I swayed my hips I turned and bent over toughing the floor so the guys had a great view as my butt pressed against the material of my pants.

I turned back standing up straight and starting to run my hands over my shirt and slowly began to undo the buttons. Nick started chanting ‘Take it off, take it off.’ Adam was all smiles and joined in on the chants. I reached the last button and threw my shirt at Adam, it landed on his lap and he cheered.

My toned chest and abs were now on display for the boys and I circled their chairs and brushed my hands against their chests then returned to my position in front of them. I started to undo the zipper of my pants and looked at them both, ‘Are you boys ready for this?’

Nick hollered back ‘Hell yeah!’ As he rubbed his hands together and turned to Adam, osmaniye escort bayan ‘Didn’t I tell you I would show you a great time.’ I ignored their conversation and proceeded to undo my zipper and drop my pants to the floor. I was now standing in front of Nick and Adam in just my purple jock strap with it barely concealing my semi-hard dick.

They looked on in lust as I did another spin and bent over again as I turned so they could see my bare ass. I enjoyed showing it off at it was a perfect bubble butt.

As I stood back up again I placed my fingers to the waistband of my purple jock strap and before I had started to pull it down Nick interrupted me asking ‘Can you let the bachelor Adam tug down the rest?’

I didn’t respond but thinking of the lap dances Alex had told me about thought this to be a reasonable request and took two steps forward so that I was standing directly in front of Adam.

Adam nervously reached his hands forward grabbing the elastic waistband of my jock strap and dragged the material down slowly past my hips, down my thighs and then the rest slide down my legs revealing my hardening 6 inch cock. My cock was now inches from Adam’s face and he said ‘Wow’ and then reached his hand up and grabbed my cock.

I was caught off guard by Adam’s actions and jumped back, ‘Hey no touching boys.’

Nick grinned as he high fived Adam again and said ‘Come on, the lap dances we’ve done before let you touch.’ He rubbed his erection through his jeans and continued ‘Plus babe, you’re hurting my cock with these jeans on. Can I take them off please?’

I looked over to Alex who was watching but hadn’t said anything and back to Nick. ‘Sure I guess, why not.’ Next Nick rushed to undo his jeans and pulled down both his jeans and underwear to his ankles. His cock whipped out and he was sporting a 7 inch erection. He nudged Adam to do the same and he too removed his pants and underwear revealing his own 5 inch cock.

My eyes focused on Nicks cock as I now stood there in front of the two boys naked while they stroked their members. Glancing between the two naked cocks before me I continued to sway my hips until Nick said ‘Come on Jordan time for Adam’s lap dance!’

He motioned for me to move closer to Adam and took two steps forward and began to move around Adam’s chair rubbing my hands against his chest and stomach. Adam didn’t have noticeable abs but Nick on the other hand was more muscular and I could see his pecs and six pack on display as he sat in the chair stroking his 7 inch cock.

I finished rubbing Adams chest and said ‘Congratulations Mr. Bachelor.’ Moving then back in front of them I looked to Nick and continued, ‘Well I’m done stripping for you boys.’

Nick grinned at me as he looked towards Alex who was sitting on the love seat across the hotel room and then said ‘Well actually in a usual strip show or private lap dance, the toy boy would rub or stroke the guy’s cock.’

I looked at Nick thinking that was a bold request from this half naked Chinese guy, suggesting that I give him and his cousin who was about to get married hand jobs. I thought he was crossing a line with that request but then remembered how Alex had told me previously that when he and Nick had been out at strip clubs and at other bachelors parties they had received hand jobs.

I looked across the room to Alex who was sitting on the love seat still with his eyes glazed over. ‘Well babe, I remember the times you told me about your private lap dances with toy boys. I guess that’s part of it.’ I looked back to Nick and Adam and at each of their hard cocks and said ‘Ok I will do it.’

I moved forward again and got on my knees in front of Adam, he was the bachelor after all so I thought I would start with him. Adam had his knees spread apart and was grinning down at me as I reached out and placed my right hand around the base of his 6 inch hard Chinese cock and started to stroke him.

Nick looked down at me and told me not to forget about him so I lifted my left hand and reached into his lap as I now placed my other hand around the shaft of his 7 inch Chinese cock. I was now kneeling before these two guys stroking their cocks while my boyfriend Alex was sitting behind us on the love seat. I looked back at Alex and he had now slouched backwards lying down on the love seat.

The scene must have looked crazy, me kneeling as these two half naked Chinese boys sat their getting hand jobs from me at a make shift bachelors party while my boyfriend had apparently passed out behind us.

A good ten minutes had passed by of me stroking their dicks and I looked at the clock, it was 9:15pm and the dinner reservation Alex and I had was at 9:45pm. While I was kneeling and stroking them Nick kept pushing his foot against my 6 inch cock which was hanging hard as I held their cocks.

I kept pushing his foot away telling him no touching but he just complained that it would take ages for him to cum and he needed to feel something escort osmaniye to help. After a couple more attempts I stopped fighting him and gave in to the feeling of having his foot rubbing against my hard cock which aroused me more and more.

Nick then smiled down at me and suggested ‘Why don’t you give Adam’s cock a kiss?’

I looked up at him and snapped back ‘What? A kiss? What do you mean a kiss?’

Nick grinned ‘I mean a kiss or go all the way, I’ll give you the rest of the money in my wallet if you go all the way.’

‘You mean if I give you both blow jobs you’ll give me the rest of the money?’ I replied as I turned and looked back toward Alex.

Nick nodded grinning ‘Don’t worry he fell asleep. It would be quick and this will definitely make us cum. It’s Adam’s bachelor party after all he deserves to get a blowjob from a hot boy like you.’

I turned to face Adam’s cock, my face inches away and looked up at him. He was looking back at me grinning down and moved his hands to my head beginning to move it forward towards his cock. As my mouth inched closer to his bare 6 inch cock he said ‘Oh boy now it’s a bachelor party’.

My lips parted as they came into contact with the head of Adam’s 6 inch Chinese cock. He let out a sigh as his cock entered my mouth and I began to lick and suck the head. Nick was cheering on from his position next to us, ‘That’s it boy, taste that Chinese cock! Give him the best blowjob ever before he gets married.’

My mouth was now working its way slowly down Adam’s shaft and I had half of his cock down my throat now while with my free hand I had reached across and continued to stroke Nick’s 7 inch Chinese cock.

Sliding my lips further down they pressed into Adam’s balls and I was now deep throating his 6 inch cock. I started bobbing my head up and down in his lap as I continued to give him a bachelor party blow job. His hands were pressing into my head as he began to guide his cock in and out of my mouth, his hips lifting slightly from the chair each time I descended down onto his dick.

Adam was not able to hold out long though from the excitement of getting a blowjob and after 5 minutes he began to gyrate his hips more and more towards my face and his legs were twitching as he approached his orgasm. I lifted my mouth from his cock and placed my hand at the base, stroking his cock with my mouth hovering over the head.

I looked up at Adam as I stroked his cock faster and he closed his eyes and yelled, ‘Oh shit here it comes!’ As I stroked him his cum started to squirt out all over his cock and my hand. As I squeezed the last of his cum from his cock and Adam was recovering Nick reached over handing me a towel to wipe off with.

I wiped of the cum from my hand and Nick motioned for me to now move in front of him as it was now his turn. I shifted positions so I was now kneeling in front of Nick and his 7 inch Chinese cock. It was bigger and thicker than Adam’s and also bigger than my boyfriend Alex’s.

Nick grinned down at me, ‘You know I won’t be as quick as Adam, you’ll have to do your best blowjob if you want to make me cum.’ I said nothing and reached up placing my hand around the base of Nick’s cock and looking him directly in the eye as I hovered my mouth over his cock and then descended down onto it, immediately trying to move my lips as far down his shaft as I could to deep throat his large member.

More and more of Nick’s cock passed between my lips as I looked up at him and he looked back down at me. All he said was ‘Oh fuck yes, you are a dirty boy aren’t you? Looks like you were craving to taste our Chinese cocks, maybe I didn’t have to offer you the money at all.’

He leaned his head back as my lips finally pressed against his balls and I had his full 7 inches down my throat. I could feel his cock pressing against my throat and was doing my best not to gag as I wanted to give Nick the best blowjob he had ever had.

After a minute of holding his cock deep in my throat I began to move my lips back up his shaft until just the head rested against my tongue and would then descend down again. With my face moving freely up and down his dick, Nick placed his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the feeling of having me, a white boy and the boyfriend of his friend, sucking on his Chinese cock.

In and out of my mouth his cock moved as my saliva began to coat it nicely. Nick looked back down at me saying ‘Don’t forget my balls.’ Prompting me to lift my head from his cock and then start to lick and suck on each of his balls. ‘Ohhhh yesssss that’s it, suck them you hungry bitch.’ Said Nick as my tongue started to lick his balls.

The sound of sucking filled the room and I had sucked on his balls for a minute or so when Nick grabbed my head and moved it back onto his cock forcing it all the way down my throat again and starting to fuck my face as he sat in his chair with Adam next to us watching on.

Each time Nick would move my head down his shaft his hips would thrust upward causing me to gag on his cock and coating it with more of my saliva. He would then lift my face up off his cock the head slipping from my lips and slam me back down again. It was a real face fucking but I was overtaken by the sexual heat we now had and at trying to give Nick the greatest blow job to prove to him how good I am.

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It was hot. No breeze. I was sleeping in the nude to combat the heat. I was lying on my belly, the sheet down around my ankles. I was wide awake, thinking about things.

The door opened; closed quietly. It was Dane. I lay still, pretending to be asleep. Dane climbed on the bed, straddling me with his knees. He stroked my hair. He told me he wanted me. Had wanted me the moment I walked in the house. He pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside. He straddled me again and pressed his erection against my buttock. He rubbed against me, both cheeks, as he continued to stroke my hair. He said:

“Are you awake. Can you hear me? I want you.” I didn’t respond.

He rubbed against my crack. Said: “I’m gonna take you. Right now. Would you like that? Ever been fucked before? I brought lube.”

I lay silent, heart racing.

Dane told me to raise up. My ass, that is. I did. Pulling the pillow out from under my head he stuffed it beneath my body. He again said: “I’m gonna fuck you. Ever been fucked before? You a virgin?”

Dane rose off of me. He uncapped the tube he’d brought and smeared lube over his erection. He also smeared some on my hole. He inserted his finger, pushed it in. “Oh, this is going to be good,” he said.

Dane bent his cock down and put the head to my hole. I could feel it distinctly. It was spongy but firm. He pushed it inside me. I winced. He pushed deeper. I was very tight. He knew this now. I thought: he won’t be able to penetrate me any deeper.

He pulled out and pushed in me again, to the same depth. He pushed and entered me deeper, as I winced. It was not pain, exactly. Just discomfort. He pushed and…broke through. I saw stars. I’d entered the sky, the universe outside the open windows–a black sky hosting billions of stars. I blinked. The stars were still there, but fading. I realized I’d let out a cry–the first sound I’d made since Dane entered my bedroom.

He pulled back; pushed in. Against all odds he’d penetrated me, and now I was being fucked. He fucked me slowly at first, occasionally giving my hair a stroke. He asked: “Do you like it?”

I nodded against the pillowless mattress. “I like it too,” Dane said.

He fucked me faster, gradually, and kept to this tempo for some time. Any discomfort, any glimmer of pain had by now given way to pleasure. Pure pleasure. I’d never experienced anything like it. My eyes were closed. The black sky full of stars returned. It was a brilliant sight.

Dane announced, somewhat breathlessly: “You’re a natural.” Then, after a pause: “You know that?”

I spoke, softly for the first time. “Fuck me,” I pleaded.

“I will. I am. Get up on your knees.”

I obeyed. Dane slipped out as I rose. But once I was in this new position his penis went right in. He’d opened me up. My hole was dilated. We fucked like this for another five minutes. Six, maybe, though it seemed at the time much longer. Dane let out a muted cry, then a second, louder one. He was fucking me faster now.

Then he stopped. Pulled out, the room’s warm air rushing up my warmer hole. I was leaning on my elbows. I looked mersin escort around in the darkness. “Did you cum in me?”

Dane was backing off the bed. He didn’t respond. I took this as a yes.

Having pulled his shorts back on he put the tube of lubricant in bedside table’s drawer. “We’ll leave this here for next time,” he told me, before leaving the room.

I returned the pillow to the headboard and lay belly down again. I lay there reflecting, happily: I’ve just been fucked! I thought. I’m no longer a virgin. It was…wonderful. And Dane called me a “natural.” I wondered what he meant by this.

The next morning I rose and dressed and went out to the kitchen for breakfast. Dane was already sitting at the long table, with a few others. I looked at him, suppressing a smile, but he did not look back. A plate of eggs and bacon and toast was delivered to me. My mug was filled with thin coffee.

Although hungry–empty–after yesterday’s long journey, I hesitated eating. Dane’s sperm was deep inside me–I still had a glow on–and I didn’t want to lose it. I eventually ate, greedily.

Afterward Dane approached me in a hallway. We were alone. He whispered, his brown eyes large, bulging, “I’ll be back tonight.” Dane’s body had pushed me against the wall.

I nodded.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, understand?”

I again nodded, emphatically. Two guys in the work program having sex together? It would be frowned upon–might get us kicked out. And the others would scorn and belittle us. They’d make our lives hell. It would be far worse if the government found out. Hadn’t gay sex been criminalized? I wasn’t sure.

The whole day, working ten hours on the camp, building it, erecting barracks walls as others installed the perimeter fence, all I could think about was last night–and the night to come. We were young men. I was 19, Dane a couple of years older. We could have sex nightly. Dane could empty his balls in me on a daily basis. I was thrilled. Getting fucked had left me feeling effeminate. I wished I had panties, silky ones, to wear for Dane, when he returned each night. But we were all males here. How and where would I get panties, or other women’s underwear? I would have to leave it as a feeling. A feeling inside me. I wanted to be Dane’s girl. His sissy boy at any rate.

When Dane visited me that night I confessed my feelings to him. He explained that it was normal, natural, to feel that way after you bottom for a guy. He told me that on Sunday, our day off, maybe we could pool our money together and he would take the bus to the mall and buy me some things. I was thrilled. Getting fucked by Dane thrilled me even more. He went in easily this time. He’d opened me up. He’d said it would get easier with each fuck. He was right. Dane came in me and left.

Saturday, after fucking me for the seventh time, Dane asked me for twenty dollars. We only got paid minimum wage for our construction work, and they paid us for eight hours only, not ten. Still, rent was free and the food–two meals a day–was only five dollars mersin escort bayan daily, $35 a week. Besides, what else did I have to spend my money on?

Dane told me he would kick in twenty as well and go to the mall tomorrow, Sunday, and buy me some “nice things” to wear. He didn’t invite me to come along, and I didn’t ask. Sunday night Dane came to my room carrying a plastic bag. He told me to turn on the lamp. Inside the bag was a threesome of colorful bikini panties and two pairs of stockings. I would have hugged Dane as a thank you but knew he would not want this. He instructed me to dress up for him. The stockings were thigh-highs–sheer black with lace tops. I chose a pair of panties and put these on, then pulled up the thigh-highs. I felt…delicious! Desirable!

Dane told me he wanted me to dress like this for him every night he came to my room. But–I’d have to hide these things so no one could find them. I promised him I would. I’d be dressed for him when he showed up at night and I’d find a safe place to hide my new, sexy and effeminate possessions. Though…I had no idea where. My room consisted of the bed, the small bedside table, a wooden chair and a tiny, open closet where my work clothes hung. However, I was too excited to worry about this right now.

Dane ran his hands up and down my slender, stockinged thighs and fondled and groped me in my silky panties. I enjoyed this. It made me feel very…fem. He told me to get in position then he yanked my panties down and fucked me. Fucked me hard and forcibly. He came sooner than all the other times. Then, with a final admonition about hiding my “fem” things, he left the room. I waited until he was gone to pull my panties back up. Then I spent a blissful night sleeping in them, knowing that my lover’s sperm was buried deep inside me.

Dane told me on a subsequent visit that he had a friend who’d taken a similar interest in me. He said maybe he’d invite him in and they could take turns with me. He asked me how I’d feel about that.

Thoughts of bottoming for two men thrilled and titillated me. I told Dane that I’d be fine with that. But–could the other guy be trusted? Dane informed me his “friend” was just another laborer, like “you and me,” but one who’d been turned on by my somewhat effeminate “good looks.” I thought of my blue eyes and golden-brown locks, which I’d allowed to grow out.

Dane showed up with him the next night. He was introduced to me as Brian. I’d seen him around recently–at work and occasionally at breakfast. He wasn’t bad looking. He seemed OK. I’d turned on the lamp during the introductions and left it on during sex. Dane went first, fucking me in his usual way: fondling my balls in the crotch of my panties before yanking them down and going to work. Brian watched. He never touched me. Then when it was all over, and it was his turn, he told us he was not into “sloppy seconds.”

“No thanks,” he announced, before quickly exiting the room.

Dane and I looked at each other. What was THAT all about? “Did he want to go first?” I asked.

Dane escort mersin shrugged and told me he didn’t know. Both of us were at a loss

The next day, after a ten-hour shift, I arrived back at the house and was told an “administrator” wanted to see me. I hoped this was good news. Maybe they’d been impressed by my work ethic and wanted to make me a supervisor. Supervisors had it relatively easy, and made two dollars more an hour.

I was led down a hallway to a room. Inside two bulky men dressed in black–all black: black tees, black slacks–and carrying sidearms awaited me. I’d never seen them before. But I immediately surmised this was not good. I guessed they were security police officers–members of the infamous state police force. There was a table and a chair on either side. I was invited to sit. One of the two officers sat opposite me while the other remained standing. A pair of opaque plastic bags lay in the center of the table. The officer pulled the thinner one toward him. He opened it.

“We found this in your room today,” he said, holding up the used tube of lubricant. “Why is this in your room?”

I could feel the blood draining from my face. “I…I don’t know,” I claimed.

“Don’t know?”

“I’ve…never seen it before.”

“It was in your bedside drawer. Never seen it before?”

“It must…must’ve been left by a previous…”

“A previous what?”

“The guy who preceded me.”

The officer who was standing had folded his arms. “No one preceded you. Before you were assigned to it the room had been a storage room.”

“Well…”

“No bed. No table,” said the seated officer. He then pulled the bulkier bag toward him. Opening it he extracted the panties and hose. “Care to tell us about these?”

“They were found stuffed in the pockets of your work clothes,” the standing officer informed me. “YOUR work clothes.”

“Care to tell us how they got there?”

“I…don’t know. I…” had gone pale. I’m sure it showed. It was still mid-summer and the room was hot. Stifling. I was sweating. I was screwed. Fear gripped me. Would it be better if I confessed? Worse?

“Have you ever worn these things, during sex?” asked the standing officer.

“No!”

“No? We have a witness…,” Brian I sat there thinking, “who saw you dressed in these things having sex with another man.”

“You know Dane?”

“I–” I throttled myself. “Heard the name…”

“The name? What about his cock in you? Fucking you night after night?”

“I’ve only been here, like, two weeks…”

“Dane is in custody now,” the sitting officer informed me. “He’s confessed. Sodomy on multiple occasions. With you. Now why would Dane confess to that if it wasn’t true?”

“He…” I had no answer. My work clothes were soaked through with sweat. It was dripping from my chin.

“You realize gay sex is a crime in this country don’t you?” asked the standing officer.

“No, I…Is it?” I asked, looking up. Hopefully I might add.

“Are you gay?” one of them asked.

“No!”

“Do you dress up in women’s clothing?”

“No! I…”

“Have you ever had sex with a fellow worker named Dane?”

“No…” I began to cry. To sob.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” said the standing officer, arms still folded. The seated officer rose.

All I can say is…it’s strange to be one of the first prisoners in the camp you helped build.

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