Night Before Wedding

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“Honestly Steve, I think we’ve gone beyond this jealousy thing, don’t you?” I’m scornfully staring at Kirby’s husband to be after he suggested that I couldn’t be trusted alone with her on the night before the wedding.

“Yeah, well we all know how things were with you two before.”

“You mean, all three of us!” I retort and Steve goes red. “Forget it pal, Kirby is my best friend, I’m her maid-of-honour. You know we haven’t screwed around on you. Relax. We’re just going to open a bottle of wine, watch a tear-jerking movie and get some sleep. You better get some sleep too, big day tomorrow.” The whole time I’m spinning him around and pushing him out the door. I can tell his resistance is playful now.

“Just be there on time!” calls Kirby from the sanctuary of their apartment. Steve is staying overnight at his parents.

“I’ll be there snookem, honey bunny, cutsie wootsie…”

“Oh for fuck sake, get the hell out before you turn my stomach!” and I give his ass a tweak as I push him out the door.

Kirby and I set our pasta dinner out on the table, filled our wineglasses up and toasted to her forthcoming marriage. We laughed and joked about our history together. We made promises for the future, to be friends forever.

We finally cleaned off the table, washed the dishes and topped our glasses up. While I set the movie up, Kirby pulled out two wonderful silk negligees and asked my opinion which one she should wear tomorrow night. Kirby has long silky straight blonde hair and I chose the shimmering gold number for her wedding night. Kirby came back wearing the white satin and lace one. She twirled for me, striking various poses, pushing her hair up onto her head. I whistled and applauded until she collapsed beside me on the sofa laughing. I slipped into the bedroom and pulled out my pj’s too. I had brought two with me: cotton pant suite and a silk burgundy camisole and panty set. Seeing what Kirby had on, I chose the camisole.

Kirby gave me the same treatment as I danced for her. I jumped onto the sofa on top of her, laughing and giving her a playful kiss.

“So what shall it be? Stepmom or Embrace of the Vampire?” I asked.

Kirby smiled, her lips curling up and taking my breath away.

“Well, let’s see. We can sit here, possible with tears in our eyes, or we can get all hot and bothered watching Alyssa? Hmmm, tough touch. Oh hell, go with the slutty bitch!”

Embrace of the vampire is my favourite soft porn movie, not only because it has a touch of gothic horror, not only because Alyssa gets wonderfully naked, but also because it’s a story of transition from Miss Goody Two Shoes to whore. I love it.

Our wine was almost gone when Kirby’s hand slid along my leg, her nails dragging just a little.

“Shannon…” she whispered, her voice just a little hoarse. Her eyes were pleading, her lips slightly parted. “Will…”

I stopped her speaking with Gaziantep Escort İlanları a finger on her pouting lips. “You don’t have to ask.”

And we came together, softly, slowly, touching, holding, kissing, breath in ear, lips on neck, teeth on shoulder, hands gliding on legs, over silk, across erect nipples.

We are stumbling, fumbling, and becoming more urgent. We are off the couch, dancing across the room, the TV screen ignored. We’re through the doorframe, onto the bed; the only clothes left on either one of us was my panty. They disappeared quickly enough. We fought for control, to be in charge.

“Shannon..Shannon, stop…stop.”

I stared into her eyes, questioning.

“Shannon, this is our last night in a long time. I want…I want…”

“What is it Kirby?”

“I want to fuck you. I want to be your mistress. I want to use you like Steve will use me the rest of our life together. I want to consume you, all of you> I want you to die from being made love to.”

I was speechless. Kirby never talked like this. Slowly I nodded yes.

Kirby slipped off the bed. She knelt beside the bed and pulled a small box out from under the frame. She came up holding cuffs; shiny silver cuffs which she fastened upon my wrists and pulled my arms up to either corner of the metal bedframe. She went back for more. A ball gag and blindfold.

I felt ropes being tied around my ankles and my legs spread apart. Kirby slid over my secured body, nipping and sucking my flesh. I was her Maid-of-Honour tomorrow but tonight, I was slut, her toy. Her fingers slid over my pussy and I jumped. Fingers probed me, pushing my lips and walls apart. My clit was rubbed until it was hard and no doubt bright pink. Her lips were over my right nipple, teasing and nibbling it. And Kirby was down between my legs, not being gentle, she suckled my cunt lips, probed my hole with her tongue and tried to give my small clit a blowjob.

What was both exciting and weird was the language coming out of her sweet mouth. She said such things as “You fucking slut! You want to be my whore, you want me to fuck you. You’re such a bitch. You want anybody to fuck you. Jesus, I bet you’d take a dog into your cunt, wouldn’t you?’

Kirby slid off the bed and I heard her dig into the box again. I screamed into the ballgag when my right nipple was suddenly pinched and stayed pinched. Another yell when my left tit received the same continuos treatment. Shit, she must have put clamps on them. I hadn’t been treated like this since Renee. There was another pause and then I felt Kirby crawl back up onto the bed. My back arched when she twisted the clamps. And while I was coming down from the sudden pain, she shoved something up my snatch, fast and hard.

Kirby had a strapon dildo shoved up my cunt, and she began to fuck me, hard and fast. The bed rocked and pounded with her violent thrusts and I moaned and whimpered behind the gag. She played with the clamps some more and I thrashed under her. She slid a hand down to where we joined and she rubbed my swollen clit.

“Yeah baby, you like this, I can tell. You’re leaking cunt juice all over my cock. You like cock, don’t you. You like to suck cock, eat cock, fuck cock. Well fuck me baby, fuck me!”

I exploded, cuming on her fake cock, my body quivering and shaking and still she fucked me. The clamps came off my tits and the renewed blood flow hurt almost as much as the clamps did. Kirby had her mouth over my gag, slobbering and kissing it. She pushed the blindfold off and stared into my eyes. Hers were wild and hungry.

“Cum again bitch, cum again for me.” She whispered, her tongue sliding over my jaw line. She was humping slower but hard now, grinding the base of the cock against her own crotch. “Cum for me whore, cum for me, hurry, I want to fill your sweet hole with my spunk, make it burn in there.”

Damn, the girl knew how to talk to me and I came again, arching my body against her and crashing back down onto the mattress.

“Good girl, sweet girl, my darling whore.”

I whimpered when Kirby withdrew her hard cock from my humming snatch. She crawled over my body, turning and then settling down over my face. She didn’t hesitate, simply trust her wet cunt onto my mouth, pushing and rocking.

“Fuck me whore, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum, I want to squirt my spunk all over your chest.”

Her fingers dug into my mammary, kneading and squeezing. Her hips rock back and forth, forcing down onto my mouth, chin and nose. At times, I could hardly breath. It’s a sin I couldn’t see her yanking on her fake cock as if she was going to make it explode. I could barely hear her cry out my name, repeating yes over and over again until my face was covered in her abundant sex flow.

“Oh baby, yes, yes yes…” slower now she rocked, angling her hips up now so that I could suck the cunt lips and small clit. Kirby trembled again, a smaller climax racing through her. She stayed there for awhile, sometimes rising up so I couldn’t touch her, taking a break, and then lowering down on me again.

When she regained control, she slid off me again, unfastened the left wrist and brought it around to join the right. “Get on your knees bitch, I haven’t cum yet inside you.”

It wasn’t easy twisting around with my arms stretched out above me like that. Kirby moved me around until she was happy and in between my legs from behind. When the cock entered me again from behind, it was my turn to talk.

“Yes, Mistress fuck me please, fuck your slut, make me cum again, please cum inside me.”

Kirby reached over my back and grabbed my hair, pulling my head sharply back till I cried out. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you bitch, but not in here.”

I shivered knowing what she meant. Kirby had at sometime retrieved a small tube, and she now squirted some onto my back side, between my cheeks and she began to work the cool jell around and into my anus.

“Beg me not to fuck you in the ass Shannon.”

“Please Kirby, please don’t do it. I’m too tight down there, it doesn’t feel good. You’ll hurt me.”

“Shutup slut!”

“Please Kirby, don’t fuck my ass, please.”

“Shutup or I’ll gag you again!” I felt the dildo leave my cunt and begin pushing at my anal muscles. Yes, it has been some time since Jim fucked my ass and my muscles were a little tight but the jell helped and suddenly Kirby was in.

“Oh yes, oh yes, so fucking tight. Oh baby, you have such a nice ass. Firm but full, plenty to grab onto me.”

Kirby demonstrated by grabbing the side of each cheek and hauling herself into me, deep! I cried out.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Want more?”

“Yes…yes… please fuck me.”

Kirby was rocking back and forth and I tried to match her rhythm. Her nails dragged across my backside, keeping low so that no marks would show in the lowback dress tomorrow. She was chanting now: “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” As if she was trying hard not to cum. She would reach around and stroke my clit, rub a finger over it, squeeze it. When she was deep in my ass, she would lay across my back and squeeze my swaying breasts. I even surprised myself when I suddenly felt the familiar rush.

“Oh fuck, Kirby, here I cum again, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

I came as Kirby slapped each ass cheek over and over again. I was barely calming down when she pulled free from me, making me gasp.

“Hurry Shannon, make me cum, hurry.”

It was Kirby’s voice now, sweet Kirby begging me to help her. She unfastened the cuffs at the post, refastened them together but simply through herself backward onto the bed. I lay between her splayed legs and ate her dripping cunt, suck her swollen cunt lips, and teased her tiny clit. I worked three fingers into her snatch when she began to buck wildly, bouncing and shoving her hips down at me. I peered up and saw one of her hands squeezing a breast, the other stroking the dildo again. It was a great turn on and I imagined the head of the cock suddenly squirting jism.

“God damn it Shannon, hurry, oh fuck, oh fuck, come baby, that’s it, hurry….OH FUCK!”

I crawled up on top of her and we lay tangled for the longest time, me still with my wrists cuffed. Kirby actually fell asleep on my chest and it was awhile before she stirred, opened her eyes, and smiled at me.

“My sweet whore, I love you.” She whispered, kissing my nose.

“I love you too…um, can you get these off, I have to go pee.”

We cleaned up, slipped our sleepwear back on and curled up under the blankets this time. We had to get some sleep; hair appointments were at 9am. My macho Kirby was now the usual delicate self again, curled up against me, head on my shoulder. She must have had that pent up inside her for some time; glad I was able to help. I drifted off to sleep, Kirby’s gentle breathing on my chest.

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Bar Meeting

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I saw him come in the door of the bar. Tall, dark hair, the bluest piercing eyes I have ever seen. Ordering a drink, Bailey’s Liqueur, sipping as I watched from under my lashes, his mouth on the glass. His eyes scanned the room assessing, dismissing until they rested on me. Fleeting glances around the room only to return every few seconds to assess and decide. As our eyes met, I saw interest in those blue eyes looking more intently.

I wriggled on my chair, uncomfortable, unconsciously licking my dry lips and adjusting my bra. While smoothing the material of my dress, not knowing where to look next, I glanced down at my drink, an interest in the bottles on the shelf behind the bar. My eyes darted back trying not to be obvious, failing completely as I saw a small smile on his lips. I was sipping my drink in the tall iced glass looking at and swirling the straw around and around.

A hand on my shoulder made me jerk with a start, feeling like an electrical current had run through my body from head to toe. So engrossed I was with my jumbled thoughts and the background music, I was unaware of his approach. “Hello, is this seat taken? Seems to be the only vacant one in here,” he said, looking into my brown eyes. I saw his eyes twinkling with amusement at my awkward embarrassment and saw his lips turn into a wolfish grin.

A small shrug of my shoulders, trying to seem uncaring whilst on the inside I was raging, churning with the words I wanted to say on the tip of my tongue. I was unable to express them, unable to speak my mind. He sits on the bar stool and maneuvers it closer to mine. I can smell his aftershave wafting into my nose. To calm my nerves, I inhale a long breath, Gaziantep Escort Reklamları taking that manly scent into my senses, causing me to close my eyes for a moment, savoring the smell, the close proximity of him.

He had his hand on the table, the other on his knee. I saw a scar on his little finger; drawing my attention, my mind wondering how it got there. He moved his leg, bumping onto mine from thigh to knee. I was concentrating on the hand on the bar trying to breathe normally and failing again. My throat went dry and my heart started pounding as his other hand moved up and down on his knee and thigh, caressing me at the same time.

I give an involuntary shudder from the intimate touch. I was sipping my drink; I shook slightly with his touch, causing my drink to drip from my lips and run down my chin, spilling a little onto the front of my dress and between my breasts. He grabbed a napkin as I turned towards him with a gasp of surprise. He presses it onto my cleavage trying to collect the spillage before it escaped down my bra.

I was mesmerized as I watched his hand with the scar, fascinated as he wiped with the napkin very gently, sensually.

I quickly glanced up into those blue eyes that seemed to look at you and know everything you are feeling. His eyes traveled quickly to my neck and back to my eyes. He had seen the silver collar. I quickly flick my eyes to his mouth; he was grinning, almost laughing. I wanted to put my hands on that face and passionately kiss those lips.

“Are you ready to go now? “he said gently in his sexiest voice.

“Do you have the key to the hotel room with you?”

As I grabbed my handbag and fished out the key to my room -19M. We sauntered out into the night, hand in hand, to what laid ahead …

As we approach the hotel, room 19M, I start shaking with the anticipation of not knowing what he has in store for me. The total mind and body domination, being told what to do, to comply with his sexual demands; they are my desires as well as I have described them in detail. I want this; I have asked for this in the many communications we have share these past few months. In truth I am excited and a little frightened as he ties my hands up loosely to the headboard, not hurting, very gently as he looks with his intense blue eyes into mine as I feel the building of sexual tension. The trust that I need to feel is there. I see in his eyes; he knows how to proceed very carefully to build the anticipation.

I am dressed how he instructed with a sheer black dress hugging my curves and silk stockings held up with suspenders. Complete with the lacy French push up bra with my barely concealed breasts being pushed out. My nipples in plain sight aroused already, gone hard from my sexual feelings. They are round brown orbs throbbing for the attention of his mouth and teeth. Imagining them sucking and caressing my swelling breasts. The final addition, my silky g- string completing the look and high heel red pumps with my lips covered in the red gloss that makes him lick his lips with desire.

I shake when he starts talking; telling me in that voice I have come to know so well, what he is going to do with and to me and what he expects in return.

“You are my cum slut whore and I will give you the pleasure you have never had before. I will make you beg as I refuse to fuck you with my throbbing cock, resisting the urge repeatedly until you cannot orgasm unless I allow you. Then I will take you at my leisure and have you orgasm repeatedly onto my throbbing member, in my mouth and on my fingers” “And then you will suck my cock as I instruct. Make sure you do it right or you will have to repeat it over and over.”

My mind is absorbing this as his hands start to fondle my breasts and nipples. I am moaning as he keeps talking about the things he will do and I will do to him in return. He takes my head and turns my face to the side, showing me the items he has placed on the bedside table — ready for his use. Watching with great pleasure, my face, my reaction as my mind absorbs the items there.

Oh, god, Oh god I think to myself. Oils, vibrators of different sizes, butt plugs and other things I do not want to think about, but a thrill goes through me never the less, causing my body to betray me I see by the grin on his face. My mind screaming and my body jerking trying to get my hands free; to take hold of him and start my own pleasure of feeling his body and skin on my hands, his taste on mouth and tongue.

I still feel his hands on my breasts and nipples as they move down my throbbing body, as I cannot stop shaking from the aroused state I am in. He lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth as I am arching my back loving the feeling; I take a breath into my nose smelling that aftershave Au Savage, “Aah” As my body continues to react to him and his voice fucking my mind completely.

One item of many takes my interest, something I can use on him later when I hope he finally unties me. My switch has been flicked and I smile at the thought of the item I will get to place on his cock and balls for my own pleasure and satisfaction.

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Hurricane and Home-made Wine

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Brunette

Maddie Sturm gripped the front of her coat and held it tightly shut under her chin as she quickly walked across the Hurricane Box Company parking lot. It had been the coldest winter in years in Hurricane, West Virginia and Maddie couldn’t wait for spring.

Maddie shuffled gingerly through the newly fallen snow. She never tied her size five Timberlands, and she was trying not to get snow down inside them. Stepping up to the large four wheel drive pickup truck, Maddie opened the passenger side door,

“Geez Louise Bubby, couldn’t you park any further away?!” Maddie playfully scolded the young man behind the wheel.

“Sorry Maddie. But you look like you could use some exercise anyhow,” Bubby Lundy teased back.

Maddie struggled into the tall truck and settled in. The climb up was hard enough when she wasn’t tired, but now, after fourteen hours at the box plant, it took what seemed like all she had. The one consolation was she only had three more years until she could retire. Maddie, and her husband Reg, had figured it out that by the time Maddie reached sixty, they would have enough in savings to buy a little place in Florida and retire. No more boxes for Maddie and no more cross country trucking for Reg. The most recent hitch in the plan was Maddie’s car breaking down. She was really counting on it lasting three more years as well. So now it was in the shop for two weeks and she had been riding with Bubby.

Bubby worked on the shipping dock. He had been there since he dropped out of high school at the age of fifteen, four years ago. He was extremely shy and backward around most people, but Maddie and his grandmother, Emily, had been best of friends when they were girls, so it was almost like he and Maddie were family.

They had gotten about five miles from the plant, traveling on state route five, when they were stopped at the foot of Miller’s Mountain, a long hill on the way home. Bubby turned on the cb radio and they heard the chatter between the other drivers that a eighteen wheeler had jack knifed two thirds of the way up the mountain and flipped onto its side, blocking both lanes. The one driver said the state trooper on the scene told him it would be an hour before they could get traffic moving again.

Maddie let out a groan, “Like today hasn’t been long enough!”

Bubby chuckled in agreement, “Speakin’ of trucks’n truckers, where’s Reg?”

“I talked to him at lunch time today. He was still in Cleveland and they were gettin’ hammered with snow then, so he figures it’ll be sometime Sunday afternoon before he gets home. So, I guess I’ll just sleep until then.”

They both laughed knowing Maddie couldn’t be that lazy. Even at fifty seven she could out pace any girl on her production line at work. She had, in her husband’s words “Aged Very Well”. If one looked closely at Maddie, one could see the faint ravages of time, but at a glance, even at a second glance, Maddie had held on to her simple good looks. Her dishwater blond hair had streaks of grey now, but not blatantly noticeable. A little makeup hid the few lines and wrinkles and she had always been of diminutive build, and that had always seemed to help the illusion of her appearing younger than she really was.

“So how’s your Gramma Em?” Maddie asked, making small talk.

“Mean as ever I ‘spose,” Bubby replied.

Maddie reached over and slapped him on his arm, “Don’t you be talkin’ bad about your Gramma!” she pretend scolded him, “Or she and I will whip up on you!”

“Me and her go way back,” Maddie said.

Bubby looked out of the drivers window and rolled his eyes. His grandmother said the exact same thing whenever she talked about Maddie, and he swore he had heard both of their stories a hundred times over.

Then after a pause Maddie said out of the blue, “Her daddy, your great grand daddy, made the best home made cherry wine I ever had.”

Bubby looked over at Maddie, a little surprised to hear a story he had never heard before. Also a little surprised anyone knew about the wine making. Everyone in his family made their own wine, but kept it secret as it was frowned on by the Baptist church they attended.

“Yessir, you can’t buy wine as good as your great grand daddy made,” Maddie said almost wistfully as she looked out of her window.

Almost forty years ago, in August, Maddie had gone to Em’s daddy’s farm to help with the haying. It was just something all the neighboring farms did back then, everyone would help everyone else. This particular day was stifling hot, too hot to work and all the boys had gone down to the creek to swim. Emily’s folks had gone to the house to rest and Emily had procured a quart of her daddy’s cherry wine and she and Maddie had snuck off to the root cellar.

It was Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort cool and dark in there. The only light once the door was closed, aside from a few stray beams of sunlight that shone through cracks in the door, was an old kerosene lamp. Em took a long sip from the jar and then handed it to Maddie. Never having had a drink before, Maddie took a little sip and then puckered up her face. It was sweet enough, but the alcohol in it made her shudder. Emily just giggled and took another sip. Not to be out done so did Maddie. After about twenty minutes both girls were giggling and shushing each other to be quiet.

“Wanna know a secret?” Emily asked Maddie.

There was nothing Maddie loved better than a good secret, even to this day. “Sure!” she replied with a slight slur.

Emily motioned with her finger for Maddie to move closer, Maddie assumed Emily was going to whisper it to her. When her face was close to Emily’s, instead of a secret, Emily kissed Maddie full on the mouth. Maddie was so shocked she didn’t know what to do at first. Then she pulled back from Em, instinctively wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Maddie looked at Emily, there in the dim half light, and who she saw was no longer the girl she had played with dolls, climbed trees and swam with. It was another person, a woman. Something shook through Maddie’s very being. It wasn’t fear or disgust. It wasn’t love or lust even. It was excitement. The excitement of exploring something new, something not discussed in the small community of Hurricane. This was adventure.

Emily stood up, without a word, and unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off her white shoulders and draped it over the small table next to the door. Maddie calmly stood up and walked over to Emily and kissed her, deeply, passionately, like a lover. Maddie had never kissed anyone before, but something deep inside her seemed to be navigating her in the direction she was now going. What transpired between those two girls in the cool darkness of that root cellar, may have been presented as evil from the Sunday morning pulpit, but was so natural and beautiful it couldn’t have been wrong. Passion guided their hands and tongues, and it was wonderful. For the next hour Maddie and Em were eternal lovers. Every touch, every taste, every caress bound them together forever. When they finally walked out into the hot, blinding sun, they were changed forever. They were now women. Women with a secret. And while it never happened again, and there had been no other women in either of their lives, the memory never failed to make either woman smile.

Maddie was pulled back from her revelry by Bubby nudging her arm,

“It ain’t cherry, but it ain’t bad,” Bubby said as he offered Maddie the wrinkled paper bag he had retrieved from under the seat while she was remembering she and Em as girls.

Opening the top of the bag, Maddie found a Mason jar. Opening it, her nostrils were filled with the delicious smell of strawberries. Raising the jar to her lips, she took a small sip. It was ambrosia of the gods! It was as good or maybe even better than the wine that Bubby’s great granddad made all those years ago.

“Oh Bubby!” Maddie said, “This is delicious!” and took another sip.

“Yeah, we had lots of extra strawberries two years ago, so me and Gramma Em made about sixteen gallon of wine. It’s just now gettin’ good. But it’ll sneak up on ya,” Bubby warned, “It don’t taste like it’s got much kick, but it’ll hit ya when ya ain’t lookin’!”

Maddie took another long sip. The wine made a warm path inside her and all of a sudden the night didn’t seem quite so cold. For the next half hour or so Maddie and Bubby chatted and laughed while they waited for the road to be cleared. Maddie, ignoring Bubby’s warning, kept sipping as she and Bubby talked. Then all at once her head was swimming. Bubby had been right, it certainly did sneak up on you. Of course not eating much all day didn’t help either,

Whoa, Bubby!” Maddie said, her slurring was just barely noticeable “You better take this, I think I’ve had enough!” With that she shoved the now empty jar back to Bubby.

After a few minutes , Maddie leveled out a little. She struggled out of her jacket and then leaned back against the passenger door and put her feet up on the seat after kicking off her Timberlands. She studied Bubby for a moment. The tall, shy boy was the subject of speculation among several women at the plant. The general consensus was that he absolutely had to be hung like a horse and a complete animal in bed. No one, as quiet and shy as Bubby, could be anything but a seething volcano of lust, when he wasn’t at work.

Sudden Maddie shifted around on the seat, drawing her feet up under and shifting next to Bubby,

“I sure wish you’d let me give you money for gas. You’ve been so sweet haulin’ my butt into work and home again all this time,” Maddie said as she reached up and toyed with lock of hair that peeked out form the back of Bubby’s cap.

Bubby chuckled, “Gramma Em would skin me alive if she knew I took money from you.”

Maddie licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue as she stroked the back of her fingers over Bubby’s cheek, “Well…we wouldn’t want anything to happen to that skin… now would we?”

Maddie was now up on her knees, wrapping her arms around Bubby’s neck, “Uhh…Maddi…” Bubby started but was interrupted by Maddie’s hot, moist mouth over his.

She pressed her lips to his. He felt them move over his, as if she was whispering something as she kissed him, then the tip of her tongue brushed between his lips. Bubby had very little experience with women, but his lips parted of their own volition as instinct took over. Maddie’s velvety tongue snaked into his mouth, swirling and teasing his. He reciprocated, which coaxed a moan of approval from Maddie.

Bubby put his right hand on Maddie’s back and rubbed her in large circles. Then sliding his hand lower, he slowly slid it over her bottom. As he did, Maddie dropped her head onto his chest and tried to catch her breath. In truth, she was suddenly embarrassed. She had thrown herself at Bubby like a horny high school girl. He should be out with some lusty eighteen year old, not a woman who was best friends with his grandmother. But, at this instant, she felt like a horny high school girl. She was wetter than she had been in thirty years and she ached for Bubby. For the taste of his mouth, the stroke of his hand, for the passion that sometimes can only be found in the front seat of a pick up truck on a dark winters night.

“Bubby, I’m sorr…” Maddie started to apologize for stepping over the boundaries of propriety, but this time she was cut short by Bubby kissing her.

His hungry mouth covered hers, his tongue plunged into hers, his yearning twined with hers. Maddie pressed against him as they kissed passionately, feeling unable to be close enough to him. Maddie untucked her tshirt from her pants and taking Bubby’s hand, guided it inside to her 34C’s. She slipped her fingers under the bottom edge of her bra, pulling it up and off her breast. Bubby’s hand side slowly up her torso and over her rock hard nipple,

Throwing her head back, Maddie groaned through clenched teeth “Ohhhh…Bubby!” She gasped, “Those gloves!!”

Bubby wore those white canvas work gloves covered with brown rubber dots. The warehouse and shipping dock were cold this time of year so he rarely took them off. He had cut the finger tips off of them so he could sort papers and invoices easier,

“Oh! Sorry Maddie. I’ll take ’em off,” Bubby said as he started to withdraw his hand.

“No no!” Maddie said as she clamped her hand over his, “They feel wonderful!”

The sensation of all those little dots running over her sensitive nipples was driving her insane. Maddie reached back to unhook her bra when she noticed the cars ahead of them starting to move,

“Dammit to hell!” she spat, “The road must be cleared now.”

Bubby looked at her slightly dumbfounded, as if clue less what to do next.

“Turn down Walters Creek Road when you get up to it,” Maddie directed as she slid back down onto the seat next to Bubby.

Three quarters of the way up Miller’s Mountain was Walter’s Creek Road. It was just a narrow little road that ran for about ten miles back into the national forest and dead ended at a parking area.

“Now where to?” Bubby asked as he turned onto the dark, narrow road.

“About a mile and a half back, there’s a pull off,” Maddie said, her voice getting husky with anticipation.

Looking out the rear window to make sure no one was behind them, Maddie began struggling out of her jeans. She began giggling at the thought, the difference now between her and an eighteen year old high school girl, is that the high school girl would probably be struggling to keep her pants on, while Maddie couldn’t wait to get hers off.

As soon as she was free of her jeans, Maddie was all over Bubby, nearly making him swerve off the road. She was kissing and biting his neck and ears, licking his face, then dropping her hand into his lap she began rubbing him through his jeans. Not nearly soon enough, they were parked at the pull off. Maddie had Bubby pinned against the drivers door, raping his young mouth with her tongue. Wanting the feel of skin on skin, Maddie pulled her shirt and brassiere off in one motion, leaving her completely nude, save her socks, then she went to work on Bubby. Feverishly she tugged and struggled to get him out of his clothes quickly. Once his shirt was off, he cupped both her breasts with those wonderful gloves and thrust his mouth to one, sucking Maddie’s swollen nipple. Maddie shuddered and groaned as electric tingles zipped throughout her body.

“Bubby!” Maddie panted, “I can’t wait anymore!!” And her hands lunged for his cock.

The size of Bubby’s member was a blessing and a disappointment all at once. The disappointment being, it wasn’t the huge monster cock so many girls at the plant wanted to believe it was. It was a blessing because Maddie hadn’t had sex in ages, and forcing something huge in there now, would probably do more harm than good. But what Bubby did have was a penis about five inches in length and the girth was about as round as Maddie touching her index finger to her thumb, but it was a cock, nonetheless, and that was what she needed right now.

Maddie hooked Bubby behind the knees and jerked him towards her, then shoving him into a laying position on the seat, she quickly straddled the young man, grabbing his cock and guiding it toward her hot, sopping pussy. Maddie dropped her hips down and Bubby slid very neatly into her. Maddie gasped as he slipped in. It was wonderful! Slowly she raised and lowered her pelvis, reveling in the feeling of young cock inside her after such a long hiatus.

Bubby placed his hands on Maddie’s ass and began slowly rubbing her in big, slow circles,

“Gaddammit! I gotta get Reg a pair of them gloves!” Maddie groaned.

Then sitting upright, Maddie grabbed Bubby’s hands and put them on her breasts, “My titties Bubby!! Rub my titties with them gloves!!” She was practically screaming now as her climax was only moments away

Maddie put her hands on the roof of the cab as she thrust down on Bubby for all she was worth. Her pussy was on fire as she felt the muscles starting to contract of their own volition. She shoved Bubby’s hands away and thrust her hand between her legs and violently began rubbing her clit as Bubby continued to thrust into her,

“Watch me Bubby!” Maddie exclaimed in a panted shriek, “Watch me rub myself!” Maddie was out of control now as her orgasm gushed forward, “Watch me play with my pussy!!”

For the next several moments the inside of that truck was rocked with the sounds of Maddie screaming, punctuated with dashes of profanity. She bucked and moaned as she rubbed her swollen clit. Then as her climax began to subside, she started giggling and she began to slow her hips down. As she opened her eyes, she saw Bubby had one hand clutching the steering wheel and the other had a death grip on the back of the truck seat. His eyes were tightly shut and his teeth were clenched. Quickly Maddie dismounted him and in a flash her mouth was on his turgid member. She easily took it all into her mouth as she sucked it. Pressing her tongue against the underside of his shaft as she worked it in and out of her mouth she could feel his start to shudder and he spent his load.

Bubby seemed to cum forever, squirting his hot semen into Maddie’s mouth, so much so that it was dribbling out of the corners as he continued to rhythmically shove his cock past her willing lips. Finally as he finished, he began chuckling. Maddie rolled down the window and spit the mouthful of semen outside. Picking up the wine she took a quick sip, swishing it around a bit before she swallowed it.

The lovers shyly dressed, then sat quietly for a few moments in the awkward silence. Finally Maddie leaned over and kissed Bubby and smiled. Bubby grinned from ear to ear and gave her a quick peck back, then started the truck. Conversation was fairly sparse for the remainder of the ride home.

Stopping outside Maddie’s house Bubby said “Well…there ya go!” The same as every night he dropped her off.

Maddie got out, gathering up her coat, then blurted out, “You wanna come in?” Regretting saying it even before she finished.

“I reckon not, ” Bubby smiled. “But y’all have a good weekend end.”

“You too,” Maddie smiled back.

Then suddenly Bubby got out of the truck and trotted around to Maddie’s side, ” The Old Man always said ‘Walk’er to the door son’,” then he chuckled and put his arm around Maddie’s shoulder.

Once at the door they shared one more, and one last, long, passionate kiss. Maddie closed the door and then leaned back against it and let out a long dreamy sigh. She peeked out the curtains and watched as Bubby drove off into the night. Not even bothering to turn on a light, she went straight to her bedroom. She quickly stripped off and slid into the cold sheets, shuddering and giggling at the frigid chills that ran through her body. As she lay there, Maddie’s face was fairly beaming as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Basking in the memory of tonight, which brought a smile that last all weekend and a memory that lasted all her life.

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How She Humiliates Me

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My girlfriend likes to do things to show her dominance. Once she decided that I should be completely submissive to get that I needed a training regimen to go through she came up with a list of assignments for me to complete.

First. She asked 15 of her friends on Facebook messenger what color thong or g string I should wear as a swimsuit to the lake. After she did her survey she sent me to a local department store to pick out new panties that I would wear to the lake. I returned from the department store with an assortment of styles and colors.

Surprisingly she was not happy. She said I had to do some serious landscaping to pull off wearing a hot pink thong in public. So she has me get in the car and we ride to town. I ask where we are going and she says you’re getting a manzillian. I question her and she says a man version of a Brazilian. I am getting all the hair below my head waxed. We pull into a salon where we have mutual friends working Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort there. We walk in and she announces to them all that I need to be waxed. The salon girls get a good little laugh and my girlfriend says she serious that from now on I’m only wearing women’s panties and have to look my best in them. A girl that was in my high school classes offers to do the wax and takes me into the back. My girlfriend sits and watches watched her work while taking photos on her phone. When the waxing is over she invited all the stylists to come look which they all do at my completely smooth body which she reached me a pair of panties a hot pink thong to put on. I out then I’m in front of the 5 women watching and feel humiliated and sexy and slutty at the same time.

Now we head out to the lake and go to our usual spot that is fairly secluded. She makes me walk from our car to the water in only my thong while she is in her string bikini and carries a bag of lotion and towels. The walk through the woods is uneventful until the very end of the trail we can see the water from the lake we see a group of college age guys drinking beer and fishing.

I try and back out and beg to her not to make me walk in front of them. So she says relax she’s going to go talk to them. She walks over and not 30 seconds later she strips naked and asks if they will put lotion on her. She has 3 sets of hands running suntan lotion on her. I am so turned on by seeing her stripped naked surrounded by 3 men rubbing lotion on her.

She begins rubbing their cock through their shorts and she drops to her knees. She says before I start sucking just letting you know my boyfriend is here. See him through the trees. He’s in a pink thong and he’s a sissy little faggot. Show me how real men should fuck me.

They pull out their cocks and she takes turns sucking on all 3. I walk over just in time to see her get on all fours and take the first cock bareback into her pussy with one in her mouth and the 3rd in her hand. The guys look at me and laugh as they fuck my girlfriend taking turns with her on the bank of the lake while I’m sitting here watching trying to cover up my erection in my hot pink thong. She eventually does a dp taking all 3 at once. She offers my mouth and add for them to use but none take the offer. They fuck her until the first guy cums in her. She has me get under her and eat his cum from her pussy while she has a cock pounding her ass and one in her mouth. The guy in her mouth blows his load and she pulls me too her and gives me a deep sloppy kiss pushing his cum into my mouth. The guy pounding her ass hole finally pulls out and strokes his cock cumming into her face which I lick up every drop. I feel so humiliated watching her just got gang fucked by 3 strangers are, not to mention that I’m hairless and in a pink thong but I want more. I know my place I want to please her at all costs, even if that means becoming her submissive male cock slut…

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How I Met My Husband Ch. 02

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I woke the next morning to a text from Dan, saying that he’d slept in my panties and asking if he could take them off yet. Naturally I said no. I told him he would have to go to work with them on.

I smiled to myself whilst lying in bed and got all horny thinking about Dan wearing my dirty, cum covered knickers. I got my vibrator out of the drawer and slid it into my wet vagina.

I switched the vibration on to full and fucked myself with the lengthy plastic shaft.

I have a few vibrators actually. I have a Rabbit, which I think every self respecting woman, who has any sexual desires owns. I also have a G spot vibrator, which is my favourite, it gives me the best orgasms. This particular morning though I chose my big black one. It’s about nine inches long and it’s for when I require a really deep dicking and I don’t have a dick.

To be fair I had Liam’s big cock inside me the night before, it was still a few inches short of my monster though, and it didn’t vibrate.

As I was getting myself off I got another text, this time from Liam.

He was saying what a great time he had and that he couldn’t wait to see me again.

I must admit that it was a fun night. But I couldn’t make up my mind if it was largely because I was thinking about Daniel listening in and getting himself off too.

I didn’t like Liam that much, but I did like his cock. I really liked Dan, but his cock wasn’t very big at all. It was a bit of a dilemma really because I didn’t want to lead Liam on but I kind of liked the attention and the great sex.

If I was going to call it off with either of them it would have been Liam though. It just seemed so convenient, for me at least, that Daniel didn’t mind me banging Liam and that he got off on it.

I didn’t text Liam back straight away, Instead I concentrated on giving myself a great orgasm, then I had a bit of fun toying with Dan.

I knew by this time he’d be at work, so I texted him, asking him to send me a photo of himself in my panties, just to prove he had worn them. It took a while for his reply.

“I better get this photo quick, or you will regret it.” I wrote, after waiting half an hour.

That did the trick, to my delight my phone buzzed with a photo of Daniel in the toilets. He was wearing my knickers, his hairy balls were poking out the sides of them and they looked a mess still, with clear dried cum on the front of them.

“Better!” I replied. “But how do I know you didn’t go home to get them? It took you long enough!”

“I’ve just been busy at work, that’s all.” He said. “And it isn’t exactly comfortable working in these tight knickers.”

I decided to pay Dan a surprise that evening and I was outside his house waiting when he returned from work.

As soon as we stepped inside the door I had his belt undone and started to unbutton his trousers. He was still wearing my panties, much to my delight and amusement.

“Now you can take them off!” I instructed. He pulled my dirty knickers down and his stiffening cock sprang up. I picked them up and looked at them, they were pretty gross, but it was so sexy knowing he’d been in them all day.

I went down on my knees and pushed him up against the inside of the closed front door, taking his cock in my mouth. It didn’t taste bad considering he’d been wearing my dirty undies all day.

Dan’s cock is easy to deep throat and I can get it all the way in my mouth, until it tickles my tonsils.

I sucked him vigorously, fondling his balls as I went and teasing the rim of his arse hole with my finger. I expertly jerked his cock into my mouth, licking the tip in circular motions with my tongue.

After a few short minutes he let out a loud grunt and began to shoot his jizz into my mouth. His cock throbbed as I continued to jerk it off, squeezing every last drop into my mouth. I held his rather large load of wonderful spunk in my mouth and slowly got up off my knees.

I smiled at him, as best as I could with a mouth full of jizz. I looked him in the eye and put my arm up to his neck, leaning in to kiss him, to which he obliged. I emptied the contents of my mouth into his as we locked lips.

He snogged me passionately, tasting his salty cum from my mouth. It was so sexy and by now I was sopping wet down below.

“Wow!” He said, swallowing the last drops of his own creamy substance and wiping his lip.

“Now my turn!” I uttered with a glint in my eye.

Pushing him down onto the hallway floor I quickly removed my underwear, squatted down over him and rubbed my wet cunt over his face. I made sure I covered his handsome face with my juices, rubbing my clit over his nose to give me a nice tingling sensation.

He got to work with his tantalising tongue on my clit and licked my vagina to a breathtaking orgasm. I smothered him a bit as I came hard over his face, writhing against him and grabbing his hair as I did so. Then his tongue slid up the crack of my anus which sent me over the edge.

I Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort hovered forward and began to rub my clit, my arse now sitting on his face as he tongued my bum hole. I began to come again, even harder this time. I must have shouted the house down, it was that good!

I got up and let him breathe as I recovered. It took both of us a while to get our breath back as we collapsed on a heap in the hallway.

Later that evening Dan told me how kinky I’d been and how much it turned him on. He said that he never thought he’d meet someone as kinky as Orlene again.

“Am I as kinky as her then?” I asked.

“Well you’ve certainly started things off well.” He answered. “Still a long way to go before you’ll be as kinky as her though!”

‘Bloody hell’ I thought to myself. I had gone further than I’d ever gone before in the kinky stakes but I still was some way off the ‘amazing Orlene’. I was a bit jealous and down hearted, and I think Dan could tell.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, you’re amazing, I’m stunned by how far you’re willing to go to please me.” He said.

But I wanted to be the best he’d ever had, the most outrageous sexually. It was like a competition in my head, I wanted him to lust over me and worship me like he clearly did her.

“Is she prettier than me?” I asked.

“You’re both different.” He replied. “She’s petit, you’re voluptuous. I mean you both have amazing bodies, but in different ways.”

I wasn’t really self conscious, I just wanted to get a picture of her in my head. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m hot, I get told on an almost daily basis. I get wolf whistled in the street by guys in vans or on building sites, and I love the attention.

“What about me?” He asked. “Am I hotter than this Liam guy?”

“Hmm.” I replied thinking aloud. “I’m more attracted to you, but he has a bigger… um car.” I said jokingly. “Well… not just car.” I said teasing him.

“When are you seeing him next?” He asked.

“I’m not sure I will.” I replied. ” I kinda like you and I can’t have a relationship with both of you, can I?”

“I’m flattered, but I sort of wanted to watch him fuck you.” He answered. “I mean I heard the show last night and it sounded amazing, but I’d love to actually watch you suck him off and bounce up and down on his big cock.” He said.

I knew was going to have to come up with something really outlandish to make him think I was better than Orlene. I was going to have to fuck Liam again and find a way of getting him to watch, without Liam knowing.

But even that wasn’t enough. I mean Dan was trying to orchestrate this scenario, meaning he was in control. I wanted to be the one in control and I think Dan wanted it too, he was just giving me hints!

I put on my serious face for a second and grabbed hold of his balls firmly, taking control as I spoke.

“I’m going to ask you the same question I asked you earlier.” I said, “only this time I think I’ll get a different answer!” I squeezed his balls hard. “Is she prettier than me?” I asked, glaring seriously into his eyes.

“No, definitely not, you’re way prettier.” He replied panicking. “Stop… let go of my balls.” I loosened my grip.

“I’ll decide if I’m going to fuck Liam again, not you.” I said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes!” He replied. I squeezed his balls again.

“Yes what?”

“Yes mistress.” He replied stuttering.

“Better!” I said “Now take me home, I’m tired and I’m fucked if I’m walking all that way again.”

“Sorry, have I done something to piss you off?” He said. I wasn’t really pissed though, I was just acting.

“No, I just want you to get some perspective on who’s in control here.” I said assertively.

I wanted to find out more about Orlene so when I got in, despite not yet being friends with Dan on Facebook yet, I stalked his page and found her. He was still friends with her, although it didn’t look like she posted much.

I looked at her photos and she was stunning, so pretty. She was petit like Dan had described, with an amazing figure and tanned body. Her scruffy dark hair cut into a fringe, similar to mine, and she had lips that even I imagined kissing. Now I realised why Dan had been so Infatuated by her. Like I said, I’m hot, but I couldn’t complete with her beauty.

I felt like Dan knew I was in control now, I had to remind him by grabbing his balls because I wanted to keep him in check, but he took it the right way. I just wanted to find out, aside from what he told me, exactly what she did that was so naughty.

I found out, by scrolling through her Facebook page, that her boyfriend was English and she seemed to be living in London with him. He looked hot in the photos, I wondered if she was the dominant one in their relationship. I knew she’d got back with him after Daniel but that’s about all he told me and I didn’t want to prove him further for obvious reasons.

After much deliberation I decided to message her. I told her that I had been seeing Daniel for a little while, that I knew about his perversions and I knew some of what they got up to. I said that I wanted to know more and I would be grateful for some tips and advice on how to get to her level of domination. I finished it by saying I hoped I wasn’t intruding and asked her not to mention anything to Daniel about it.

It was a couple of days before I got a reply from her. She wrote back saying it was no problem and asking me what I wanted to know. She asked after Daniel, saying she was sorry to have hurt him and that she hoped he was okay. She finished up by saying that he looked like he was doing okay and that he was a lucky guy to have a hot woman like me. I was flattered that such a beautiful woman thought I was hot too!

We wrote back and forth a couple of times, she confirmed that her boyfriend was indeed English and that they were living in London together. It just so happened that I had to go to London for a work seminar the following week, so I suggested meeting up with her.

To my delight she said she would love to meet up. I thought I could have a few drinks with her, really find out about her experiences and have a proper chat.

I did the first day of the seminar, I was with an older male colleague and my female boss who was again older and a bit boring. They made their excuses after dinner and headed back to their rooms. I told them I was meeting a friend and headed to the bar.

I arranged to meet Orlene in my hotel bar at 8:00pm. I made sure I looked really hot. A low cut black top to show off my cleavage, just to give me confidence as I knew it was the only real advantage I had over her. I also wore a smart short skirt and heels. I wanted her to think I was classy, if a little slutty.

I was sat up at the bar with a drink, the barman was doing his best to chat me up. He was a tall black guy, quite fit and confident. He was probably only about twenty-one though. He asked me what I was doing there and how long I was staying, then he offered to buy me a drink after his shift finished. Naturally I flirted back, “I’m meeting someone tonight, maybe tomorrow night though.” I said with a cheeky smile on my face.

“Most definitely.” He replied enthusiastically.

Then I noticed Orlene walk in, ‘fuck me she’s hot’ I thought putting my hand up to grab her attention. She was wearing light jeans and a plain pink top, a lot more casual than me. I immediately noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples showed slightly through her top.

She kissed me on both cheeks as we greeted, she smelt amazing. I ordered her a vodka tonic then went and found a table to sit. I was nervous, almost overawed by her. She was so beautiful, I felt a slight girl crush straight away.

We made small talk for a bit, chatted about the weather, which had been really hot for England. She told me she’d been living in London for three months, but she’d lived here for ten years previously. She also said that she organised fetish sex parties as her job, which kind of made sense, being that she was so kinky and all.

“So how long have you been seeing Daniel?” she asked. Her sexy French accent made her even more attractive.

“Not long, just a few weeks.” I replied.

“And you obviously really like him, I mean he’s a cute guy and all. Even his penis is cute, isn’t it!?”

I was taken aback by how quickly she brought up the subject of his penis.

“Um, well yeah, I guess it’s cute.” I said, probably sounding a bit nervous.

“He didn’t like it when I called it cute.” Orlene said laughing. “But it’s the best way to describe it I think! Don’t you agree?”

She sure seemed like she didn’t beat about the bush, the small talk lasted for no more than minute or so before the sex talk started. I must have seemed really uptight because she told me to relax.

“It’s ok, there’s no need to be nervous, you can just be yourself in front of me. I don’t bite, unless you like that kind of thing, she winked, reassuring me with her humour. “So you want to know about me and Daniel?”

“Well I’m intrigued to find out about you in general really. I mean it seems like you had him under a spell or something, that’s how he described it anyway. How do you do it?” I asked.

“Years of experience I guess.” She replied, “I’m constantly thinking of new things to add a new dimension to our sex life. It’s easy with someone new to things, like Daniel was when I met him. But a lot harder when you’ve been with someone for more than ten years, like Carl and I.”

She went on. “I cuckolded Carl for the first time a couple of years after we met. I found him watching cuckold porn and I quizzed him, he admitted he was into it. So me being me, well I couldn’t wait to make it a reality. I was into dominating him anyway so fucking someone else whilst he sat in the corner watching was easy. “

I told her about me fucking Liam while I was seeing Dan and how much it turned him on. Mentioning that I fucked him and posted my dirty knickers though Dan letter box.

“Shit, that’s hot.” She said. “Doesn’t seem like you need my help. I’ll have to remember that one.” She laughed.

“Well Dan still says that I have a long way to go to be as kinky as you.” I replied.

“The next step is for him to be there when you fuck someone else, make him watch, closely. Make him eat you out while you’re getting fucked and make sure he gets a taste of your lovers cock.” She replied with a wicked look in her eyes. “And definitely make him clean you up afterwards.”

I could feel my pussy tingling at her dirty talk, I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she spoke, I was mesmerised by her.

I have never been with a another woman, I mean I’ve kissed a couple of girl friends when I was younger, just drunk, messing about, but that’s as far as it went. I’ve always had girl crushes but never had the inclination or perhaps the opportunity to go with a woman. But i had the feeling that if Orlene had said ‘let’s go upstairs and have sex right now’ I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.

“You’re so pretty,” I found myself saying, without really thinking about it.

“Why thank you Jessica.” Orlene replied. “You’re fucking hot yourself.” She giggled. “Do you have a strap on?”

“Um… a strap on.” I replied, taken aback.”Like a dildo.. for um… why? I stuttered, thinking she was suggesting we use it to fuck each other.

“To use on Daniel of course. Oh…sorry, you didn’t think I meant to use on me? I mean I’d sure let you” She said with a sexy look on her face.”But I thought the whole point was to find ideas for you and Daniel.” She laughed.

“No of course, for Dan, I didn’t think… you know.” I blushed. I was flattered she said she let me use it on her, but embarrassed at my misunderstanding.

“I used to fuck him with my strap on while making him suck my lovers cock.” She said. “He liked that very much. Not at first, but by the end he was begging for it. It didn’t take long to convert him to become my total submissive, I knew right from the start he had that in him. Have you met his friend David yet?”

“Not yet” I replied “I’ve heard about him.”

“About his cock I guess?” She smiled. “Oh my word, what a penis he has.” She said, now I was really intrigued.

“He said he hadn’t seen David since you guys broke up.” I told her.

“That makes sense, I think they blamed each other for me calling it off with them. It was just that Carl came back into my life, he was my first love, I never stopped loving him so I had to do what was best for me. I couldn’t have had a relationship with either of them separately. To me they came as package.”

She said.

“Fair enough.” I agreed.

“I have met up with David once or twice since getting back with Carl actually, I just have to have a fix of his cock every once in a while. You should definitely try it if you get the chance.” She said smiling wickedly whilst seductively sucking an ice cube.

“Hopefully I will, one day.” I said. “So did Daniel and David do stuff together then, sexually I mean?”

“David was totally against anything like that.” Orlene replied. “I always told him not to knock it until he tried it, but he wasn’t having any of it. Daniel ate his cum out of me on a daily basis though.”

I asked her how she got Daniel to suck a cock and how many guys he’d sucked. “I guess he sucked five or six guys off, not many really.” She replied. “I have a good friend, Jean-Claude who took a liking to Daniel, he has been a close and very good friend of mine for many years. He’s has helped me out financially a few times so I let him fuck me from time to time to say thanks. Plus as he fancied Daniel, well I let him have him too, if you know what I mean? He was really grateful for that.” She laughed.

Jean-Claude’s was the first cock I made Daniel suck, he was really nervous, but he must have made a good job because he had Jean-Claude cumming down his throat in no time.” She said.”

“Wow.” I said, “I’d love to see Dan with another guy, it’d be so hot.”

“You know what, I’m hosting a fetish party on Friday night, why don’t you stay in London another night and invite Daniel to join you? You can crash at ours!”

I was due to be going back on Friday, but it wasn’t a problem to change my plans. I just had to convince Dan to come and join me in London. I knew he finished work early on Fridays so it sounded like a good idea to me.

“What about you and him.. Won’t it be awkward?” I asked “and he’ll know I’ve met you, what will he say?”

“This is where you need some guidance.” Orlene said touching my hand. “You don’t ask him, you tell him. He’s a natural submissive. He won’t dare to question your decision to contact me, all you do is order him to pack his bags and meet you here tomorrow. As for me, well it’ll be a nice surprise for him won’t it.” She smiled. “I have something for Daniel to wear and I reckon I have a few naughty corsets that will fit you too.”

She had me at naughty corsets, I was so horny thinking about a fetish party and what it might consist of.

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How Lucky Can You Get? Ch. 01

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This is a first post.

Please feel free to make comments, I will gladly read them. This could be a multi-part story, if I get positive feedback.

I intently went minimum with the sex on this first part, but will bring more action on a 2nd chapter.

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Seriously, how lucky can you get!

Hi, my name is Ben.

I told my superior that I was quitting.

Why did I quit?

For the last year, I was going through a divorce, and last month I finally sign the papers. Why did we fought for so long. It was all about our Daughter, who was 17 when we separated, and the battle was about who would get full custody of her. My daughter loved us both, but it was killing her to see us fight. She kind of split her time between our house and the condo i’ve rented. When Cindy, my daughter turned 18, she decided to go at the University of Toronto, and live on campus there. She hated the fact that we were splitting our family, and didn’t want anything to do with the situation.

That was a bit of a shock for both of us. But, she was old enough to make her own decisions. When we heard that news, the divorce was easy to settle. My ex-wife, Brenda, was getting the house, and I kept all the savings and a country house, located about a hundred miles from the city. We both were working and making about the same revenue.

So, that was a fair split. We would both pay an alimony for the duration of Cindy’s studies. We lived all our lives on the west coast. For work, I travelled a lot throughout Canada, for my company. Brenda was a nurse, and had to work odd hours, like evening, nights and week-end.

The fact that I was away a lot, was always an issue between Brenda and me. The big issue, that killed our relationship, was the cheating. She had affairs, when I was away, and so did I.

We kind of lost interest in each other, I could guess, now looking back, that we just stayed together, for our daughter’s sake.

When the divorce was finalized, I ask my supervisor if I could take some time off, to deal with the latest changes happening in my life. I’ve accumulated a lots of vacations since the last few years, and he agreed.

I took the next 2 months off.

At 55, I was taking a good look at my situation.

There wasn’t much keeping me here, most of our friends took Brenda’s side. Anyway, I really didn’t mind, because some of them were the one she had affairs with, so I wasn’t really interested in their friendship.

Whenever I travelled around, one of my favorite place to work was the province of Quebec, so I decided to take a chance, and sent a few applications in the area. A month or so into my vacation, I receive an email, about setting an interview using skype for an IT support job in Montreal.

I went through the interview and it went well enough, that at the end, they asked me to come down to Montreal. The trip was at their expense so we could meet in person, for a second interview with Carole, the IT department supervisor and Lorraine, from the HR department.

It went really well, and they hired me on the spot. I was exactly what they were looking for.

They had a small team in the IT department, but not very experienced with installation and hardware issues.

Also, they were looking for a tech, to travel around the world, for conventions, fashion’s show, and other events. They needed someone with experience for setting up, booths with temporary computer and other devices for these events.

They were impress with all the experience I had, and I was pleased with their offer.

So I asked for 2 weeks, to settle things back home, and to find a place in Montreal. They are a medium size lingerie fashion company, a big plus in my book. I’ve always drooled over lingerie, and the idea of working in that kind of environment, for the next decade was very appealing, to say the least.

I have a strong fetish for hoses and high heels.

It started when I worked in a shoe store as a student. That and a very naughty cougar assistant manager… But that’s another story.

So far, all the woman I saw at the interview were all wearing them hoses, with either short dresses or skirts. I guess it was the dress code there.

Carole, my future supervisor was stunning, so the idea of working, under her, was giving me a good feeling. One can always dream!

As a final perk, since looks was important there, they’ve setup an onsite gym for workouts. It’s fully equip, with shower and even a sauna. The company is located in an old building, close to downtown Montreal, with easy access from public transport, so rush hour wouldn’t be an issue. I couldn’t wait to make the move.

I was in great shape for my age, done physical work all my career, at 6’1 and 210 I was still looking good. Also still had some nice sandy blond hair, although starting to thin a bit, without too much gray and striking light blue eyes, thanks to my father’s genes. I also kept a healthy training habit, and Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort with swimming and golfing, I look a bit younger than my age.

So, first day on the job, I get there a few hours before I’m supposed to start, and head to the gym.

Stepping inside the gym, I spot a few peoples already there, and since I don’t know anybody, I walk toward a trio that’s training together, and introduce myself.

They are friendly, and ask about me, where I’m from, what my job was like before, what I would do here, and tell me a bit about the workplace. They are all young compare to me, and in good shape.

One of them, Sara, who looked to be about 20, if even, was wearing very loose sweat pants and a sweatshirts, and had a girl next door kind of look, then there’s her friend, Louise who’s about the same age, kind of a cutie, and a charming smile. Right next to them, there was another friend working out.

His name is Luc, and he looked a bit older. The guy is just over 6 feet and not an ounce of fat. He’s the one sharing a bit about the place. Looks like Luc knows everybody working there. So, I warm up to him, figuring, he’ll be the good person to introduce me around.

I start with the treadmill, setting a nice pace, I’m feeling great, looks like I made the right choice. Looking around, I notice a few more peoples coming in. Luc make a point to introduce me to everyone, and by the end of my workout, I’ve met about 20 new peoples.

I skip the sauna that morning, and went right in the shower, Luc is there and compliment me about how in good shape I am for my age. I thank him, and explain, that I love sport and workout, keep me focus and with more energy. He approve, and we start to change and go to our department. Luc supervise the accounting department, so that explain why he knows everybody.

I’m on my way to meet my Supervisor for the second time since the interview, in the IT department.

As I come into our workspace, I notice a few people I’ve already met down at the gym, and that makes it easier to blend in. They introduce me to the rest of the geek squad, as they call themself, and I find out that we are a 10 persons unit. Split half and half, guys and girls.

They are about all in their 20’s, except for our supervisor, she looks like mid 30’s to me. She’s got a great smile, introduce herself as one of the boys, and we go into her office, the only closed office on the floor. Everybody else move into their cubicles, and start their support services.

Carole, our supervisor, was impressed by my intro letter from my last place of work. They were very sad to see me go, but understood the reasons, and gave me a shining letter of recommendation.

Carole is the kind of supervisor that like things done precisely, and don’t mind if it take a bit longer, but like she explain to me, you do it right.

To describe her, she’s a bit over average height, I’d say 5’7, lean and all the curves in the right places. she’s wearing a nice dress, formal not too much cleavage and a few inches above the knee. It’s a nice bright tan color, and assorted with hoses with 3 inches dark brown heels, that mix well with her chocolate complexion.

She’s mixed race. She’s got nice straight black hair to her shoulders, a thin nose, and the bluest eyes. But her best feature, is her lovely legs, I can’t stop stealing a few glimpses at them, and she notice. She make a point at crossing and uncrossing her legs, while we discuss my first assignment. Obviously, she’s enjoying the situation.

After we chat a bit about what’s on the program for the coming weeks, she ask me if I would like to take a tour of the premises. This way, I would know where all the departments are, and also, they would know a bit about me. Sort of break the ice kind of thing.

So, we spend about 2 hours, of meeting and greeting with about everyone working there. After showing me around, she tells me that, since I was primarily hired for my installation’s skills, I would be taking a first look at their equipment installed throughout the office.

As we walk back into our department, she goes straight into her office, to get a folder, and ask me to read it, and give her a feedback afterward.

Since my workstation is not ready yet, she suggests I go to the cafeteria downstairs. It would be quiet before lunch hour, and i would be comfortable there. Finally, she tell to take my time, and to come back up when I’m done.

Down I go to the cafeteria, I grab a good cup of coffee, and sit in the corner of the cafeteria. As I open the folder and start to read the first few pages, I hear someone else enter the place. I lookup from my papers, and set my eyes on a striking beauty. To describe her, she’s about 5’2 and thin, with long straight black hair down to the middle of her back.

I’m guessing Japanese, with all the features of Asian origin. She’s wearing in a nice business suit, white shirt, the first few buttons are undone, and shows a nice cleavage. Looking downward, she’s got a pencil type dark grey skirt about a couple of inches past her knees, but with a nice split on the side, showing her legs. They’re shining from the black pantyhose ending in nice 3 inches black heels.

With a clicking sound, she walk to the coffee stand, where she pour herself a cup, and then she turn and look at me with a charming smile. She sit at a nearby table, open a leather case, and pull out an Ipad, and start working on it.

At first, I do my best to concentrate on my reading, but after a few minutes, I start to sneak a few looks her way. She’s sitting about 10 feet across from me, and a bit to the side, so I have a clear view to her shapely legs. One of her foot is making her heel dangle from her toes, balancing her cross leg up and down.

I’m almost hypnotized by the movement of her lovely foot, and as I bring my eyes up, I see her looking straight at me.

I was caught.

She knows I was ogling her lovely legs. She give me a strange look, and then, let her shoe drop to the floor. I can’t help myself, and my eyes move right under the table again, even though I know she’s looking at me. I just can’t stop myself for looking.

She then extend her leg a bit, uncross it and start playing with her other foot and heel.

I’m captivated.

Her delicate toes are stretching and curling around her other high heel. She push it halfway out from her foot, and rub underneath her sole, causing the second shoe to fall right next the first one. Now, her hose feet are playing and rubbing together. My mouth is watering from the show she’s giving me.

All the time, she’s looking straight at me. I sense that, and my eyes move up again. She has just that little smile on her lips, like she knows I’m enjoying the show.

Someone else enter the cafeteria at that point, and she get back to her ipad. Very slowly, she put her lovely feet back into those sexy heels, and she sit up more squarely on her chair.

She keep working on her pad, and I finally go back to my folder, reading through the pages, and as I look up again, she’s sliding her ipad in her leather case, and exit the cafeteria. A few minutes later, Luc and a bunch of other peoples, come in, and he join me at my table. We eat lunch and chat about my day so far. We talk about some changes, the company want to make with the computers and Servers. I explain to him, that is partly why I was hired, since I have a long experience with installation.

We also talk about some good places to eat in the city, and at one point i see her come in again, with a few peoples from the Executives staff of the top floor. So I quietly ask about her to Luc.

He look up her way, and smile at me. He explain to me, that she’s the daughter of the president. She is also starting to work here today. He heard that she was assigned to the HR department, and would be working for the vice president of the company, Miss Brown.

He goes on about the vice president, being a striking Latina woman, then he add that she has a reputation. She has the ears of the president, and possibly more than that…

He was smiling when he made that last comment.

Finally he tells me about the president, that he’s on a trip in Japan, for a couple of weeks, securing a big deal down there, and until he comes back, Carmella, the vice president was in charge here. She’s like the 2nd in command.

That is useful info, especially after what happened earlier between the daughter and me. I’m now more aware of who I’m dealing with.

I finish reading the folder early after lunch and step back into Carole’s office.

She asks my opinion on the project. I offer a few changes, and she find them very appropriate, and after revising the rest, we agree that I should make a final inspection of all the locations, before we go ahead with the start of the project.

That will take a few days, because I’ll have to inspect quite a few hiding places, for all the switches, that were installed previously, and strangely located in different parts of the office.

It will also imply that I spend quite a bit of time under the reception desk, since lots of interconnections are going through there. Also, a few odd places on each floors. There is a few locations, that fit the same connection’s scenario, of the reception desk, that we want to change and move to a more central location.

I start to plan where I will start the next day with Carole, and we agree, that I should start on the top floor and go down from there to the second floor and finish with the reception in the lobby. The company is located in an old building, with lots of crawling spaces in between walls and floors.

She then add, that they sometime go to a bar nearby, and some of the geek squad, love to make a stop there after work, to let out some steam, and chat away about their day. They invite me to join them. That sound great, and after packing my stuff, I follow them there. We order a first round of drink, which I offer to all of them for greeting me so warmly into their friendly group.

I notice while we were chatting, that there is some flirting going on, between some couples from our It group. While we sip our drinks, I feel a hose foot rubbing lightly on my leg, and find out, that Sara (who i’ve met at the gym in the morning) sitting on the opposite side, is smiling at me.

I take another good look at her, and this is quite a different Sara, dress the way she is. she’s wearing a nice summer dress, with lots of cleavage. This morning, in her large gym attire , no forms were showing, but now, it’s a curvy and very attractive young lady, that is teasing me.

Now, her foot is going up to my knee, also rubbing my thigh. I’m blushing a bit from that, and she smile wider, and increase the pressure of her foot on my leg, moving higher up. She shift a bit in her seat, and she is now able to rest her hose foot right between my thigh, and rubbing a bit my crotch with the toes of her foot.

I slide one hand down, and start rubbing her foot very lightly. After a bit, I add my second hand, and start to sensually massage her foot. At that point, she started to moan loudly her delight. Some people ask if everything’s alright, and she explain how good a massage she’s receiving right now from me.

I comment about how I took some massage courses while I studied in college, and then work a part time job to complement my income. I specialized in reflexology, so i knew about pressure points.

”Let’s just say, that I was very popular in my school years, with the ladies on the campus.”

The next round of drink come from Carole, who beg me to give her a foot massage too. I excuse myself from my team, and a very unsatisfied Sara, and make a small joke about having to keep my boss happy. This generate a small laughter from everybody.

Our table is set in a corner of the bar. Carole is sitting at the very end of the table, her back to the wall so I take a seat beside her, at a 90 degree angle from her. She has to turn her chair a bit, which cause her to be mostly hidden from the group. She then lift her foot on my knee with her heel still on it.

This cause her knee high dress she’s wearing, to move a bit further up her thighs. I get a quick peek at her nice red panties, and the top of her thigh high stay up black hose leg.

While a get an eyeful of her shapely delicious legs, she goes: ”Ben would you be a dear, and take off my heel for me?”

I answer almost too fast: ”Oh god yes!”

So, I slowly undo the small leather strap on her foot, savouring the feel of her foot, and slide her shoe off. I put it on the table and start rubbing her foot in a slow, caress like movement, to get a feel of her warm hose covered flesh.

There’s a lovely scent of leather, mix with the sweat of her foot, that float upward, the aroma getting my cock semi hard. She has her eyes close, and I start to apply some pressure point under her foot, and she react by moaning quietly.

After that, to make her relax, I start rubbing more sensually every part under and over her lovely foot, also massaging a bit higher on her leg, feeling the softness of her black hose.

After maybe 10 min, she wiggle her toes, and release her foot from my massaging hands. She extend her leg, and rub my stomach with the flat of her foot, digging in my habs with her pointed toes.

My turn to emit a small moan of pleasure. At that point, I’m sure she knows all about my foot fetish. So, she takes her time, to explore more of my body with her lovely foot. My eyes are fixed to her legs, that she had spread a little, and now i can see her exposed damp red panties.

She’s giving me quite a show, and I can catch a bit of her woman scent, mixed with the aroma of her sweet foot, that moved closer to my upper chest. She then lower a bit her shoeless foot, and bring up the other one on my knee, and shoot me the dearest smile. No need to ask, as I proceed to extract her other 3 inches heel.

I place it next to the first one, shift a bit my chair, so I’m now facing her, and set her foot right on top of the hard bulge, tenting my dress pants. I press the underside of her foot there, and just smoothly caress the top and the side of her foot, applying pressure from my hard cock under it.

She’s now moaning more intensely and pushing on my side with her other foot, the top of her dress barely covering her panties, as it’s so high up, it’s exposing completely her stay up hoses, and their lacy top.

My eyes are fix on her legs, and I’m having trouble breathing.

That’s when someone bump one of the drink on the table, and crush the moment.

Sara ask around, if anyone was splash from the leaking glass. Of course, she’s mostly looking in our direction. I suspect that she did it on purpose, feeling how hot, the massage session was getting between Carole and me.

With a very low voice, Carole says to me: ”No leak from her drink here. If something’s wet, it’s not from alcohol!” and wink at me.

We sit up more straight in our chair, I finish the massage after a few more minutes, but the look we exchange, isn’t lost on both of us.

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Naughty Naomi Ch. 03

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This is obviously a work of fantasy, not logic – be nice to each other. And read the first two parts if you like – it all follows on.

Naomi stood in front of Christina, blue eyes downcast, her thick, chestnut hair shading her face from Christina’s stern glare. They were in the study of Christina’s home.

“Say that again, please,” Christina commanded, the 38-year old redhead drawing herself up to her full 5’8″, her 30F-30-39 curves looking mouth-watering in the black, lacy lingerie set she was wearing – seamed stockings with suspender belt, bikini-style silk panties with lacy trim, a bra which presented her enormous boobs to their best advantage.

“I said, yes, I do deserve to be punished.” Naomi played the part of penitent very well – her tone in no way suggesting that any punishment was relished rather than feared. The 22-year old, both secretary and lover to Christina, was 3½”s shorter than the statuesque redhead, which made her ridiculous curves even more eye-catching. At the moment, Naomi’s 32F-27-38 body was clad in a parody of a school uniform – white knee-socks, full-cut, white cotton panties, a short, pleated navy skirt and a white blouse with a tie. The blouse was the right size for her waist, but not for her huge boobs, which strained against the thin material. At the moment, however, neither Naomi’s panties nor her socks were fully white. Nor were they fully dry.

“And how do you deserve to be punished, Naomi?” This was a game with two delighted participants and only one possible outcome, but both women loved every second of it and saw no need to hurry.

“I deserve to be spanked.”

“Only spanked?”

“No. Spanked and whipped and caned, Ms Holloway.” Naomi’s big eyes started to sparkle with a hint of tears. This may have been a game, but it was designed to heighten her feelings of shame and Christina’s feelings of dominance, and the emotion and pleasure was genuine.

“And how should I do that?”

“Hard. On my bottom.” Naomi paused, then added: “Very hard.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Because I wet my panties.” Christina’s gaze fell to look below Naomi’s waist. There were a few droplets of moisture on her inner thighs, but the biggest sign was the fact that her socks were soaked, with yellowish stains running down to her feet.

“Show me.” With seeming reluctance, Naomi gathered up the hem of her short skirt and raised it so that the front of her clearly pissed in panties was available for her mistress to see – the wet cotton clinging to her recently shaved pussy, the contours and lips of her cunt clear through the warm, wet material. She twisted, showing her full bottom to the redhead so that the wet patch which encased her soft cheeks could be seen. “So you have. Well, you’re right – naughty girls wet their knickers and in this house naughty girls get punished.”

Christina circled her young prey, pacing slowly, making her wait. She knew that Naomi loved the anticipation as much as the act – that was how she’d discovered her love of using her panties as a toilet after all, as she loved to wait and wait until she was desperate. The voluptuous brunette had also developed a love of being punished too, but liked the delay, the build-up, too. She could see Naomi’s nipples, hard as bullets, poking against the blouse, and she knew that the gusset of Naomi’s knickers would have been soaked even if she had not deliberately wet herself after breakfast. This was the first day the two had enjoyed together since Naomi moved her things in, making public their relationship, if not what else they got up to. It’d been a frantic two weeks since the first time they awoke together in Christina’s pee-wet bed and admitted they wanted to awaken together every day. They’d discussed what had happened between them, what they wanted to happen, how their increasingly disgusting fantasies were intertwining, and were overjoyed to find that neither repelled the other – they simply adored, desired and loved each other. But this love was shown in unconventional ways…

Stopping her pacing in front of Naomi, Christina took the shorter girl’s chin and tilted her head back to look at her face. Two pairs of blue eyes met, passion and anticipation flickering across them. With an open palm, Christina suddenly slapped Naomi across her left cheek, rocking the brunette back and making her gasp. “You’re not just a naughty girl, though, are you Naomi?” Christina’s tone was assertive but full of lust. With her other hand she delivered a slap to Naomi’s right cheek, the blow bringing tears to her eyes. “What else are you?”

“I’m a dirty girl,” Naomi whispered. Christina gripped each of Naomi’s nipples through her blouse, twisting them roughly, eliciting a moan from her lover.

“Why do you say that?”

“I didn’t pee myself by accident. It was on purpose. I like peeing myself.” Christina continued to maul Naomi’s big, soft tits.

“On purpose?! What sort of dirty, disgusting slut pisses her panties on purpose?”

“I do, Ms Holloway. I love it. I love the smell. I love being Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort dirty.” Naomi moaned again as her nipples were twisted and squeezed.

“You’re just a naughty, dirty little slut,” hissed Christina, stopping tweaking Naomi’s boobs long enough to slap her hard across the face again. “Dirty. Naughty. Slut.” Each of these last three words was punctuated by her spitting into Naomi’s face, her saliva spattering over the pretty 22-year old face before slowly dripping to wet the blouse material that was stretched over Naomi’s heavy breasts. She moaned as the spittle dripped from her chin, lost in lust.

Gripping her shoulder, Christina turned and shoved Naomi so that she faced into and fell across her desk. Naomi needed no prompting to assume the position, bending at her waist to lay her upper body over the desktop, boobs squashed against the surface, nipples buzzing against the cold wood, lower back arched to thrust her shapely bottom out, legs slightly spread. Christina flipped the navy skirt up over her back to show Naomi’s pissy knickers and bottom to the room.

Stepping back and to the side, Christina took a moment to examine Naomi’s bottom, ogling the soft, round, milky cheeks, currently encased in wee-stained panties. She seemed to absorb punishment almost supernaturally well, rarely carrying marks for more than a couple of days. Although Naomi would have been happy to be caned thrice daily, Christina moderated the punishments as she liked a blank canvas to work on. That said, only once in the last two weeks had Naomi not at the very least taken a long, hard hand spanking, as the two lovers settled into a pattern. As in the first two weeks they’d been in this relationship, Naomi still reported to Christina at the end of each working day and almost always ended up over her knee or bent across the desk. Until last night when Naomi had moved in, they’d been spending all weekend together anyway, and over Saturday and Sunday the curvy brunette could usually expect at least four spankings!

Christina’s large boobs rose as she drew in a deep breath. She wanted to unleash a flurry of spanks, but they had all day today – no need to rush things. She knew Naomi would be in an agony of suspense, and thought she’d let her stew for a bit longer as she looked at her lovely bottom, round thighs and shapely calves as they descended into her wet socks. She loved every inch of Naomi’s body, and liked to just watch her, particularly when she was on edge, waiting for a spanking or about to wet herself, or worse. Delicately, she stroked the tips of her fingers across her lover’s bottom, tracing patterns on the soft, warm flesh, before feeling the damp, pee-stained cotton. Reflexively she sniffed at her fingers, finding the scent of Naomi’s urine oddly arousing.

The first spank jolted Naomi forwards across the desk, drawing a gasp from her. The second fell almost instantly, crisply cracking across the other cheek. She braced for a third, but the smacks stopped as soon as they’d started. “No warm up spanking today, I think,” murmured Christina. “Dirty girls who pee themselves on purpose need to be dealt with sternly, don’t you agree?”

“Wh-whatever you say, Miss.” Christina took a man’s leather belt from a pile of implements in an armchair in the room, and folded it over, holding the buckle and testing the whipping action. Christina smiled cruelly, as she knew Naomi would be in turmoil, not knowing exactly what pain to prepare for – the solid thwap of the paddle, the sting of the cane, or…

She whipped her arm downwards, the leather belt curling across Naomi’s wide cheeks with a sharp slap. The wet cotton of her panties protected her slightly, but a pink stripe showed on her cheeks where the belt had connected. Again the belt descended, higher up this time where no flesh was exposed, but the sharp crack and waggle of the brunette’s hips betrayed the fact that her knickers were scant protection.

“Oooohh!” breathed Naomi as the third blow whipped over her round, pinkening bottom, and a fourth followed, this time slapping home on the tender undercurve of her full rear end, eliciting a higher pitched cry from her. Her knees sagged for a moment, but before Christina could instruct her she straightened her legs, once more presenting her bottom for the belt.

Naomi’s cheeks flattened and wobbled under the fifth and sixth smacks from the belt, and with a choked sob she started to cry. Her cheeks were stinging, and the humiliation of her position – bent forward over her lover’s desk, knickers and socks damp with her own deliberately released piss, face and blouse-front covered in saliva where she’d been spit upon, buttocks eagerly presented for a painful whipping – was arousing and embarrassing in equal measure, just as she loved. More blows fell, Christina expertly covering the 22-year old’s whole bottom, the flesh under her panties a hot pink, the outer edges and undercurve a much hotter red. Her well-beaten bottom swayed from side to side as she flexed her hips, wanting to escape the pain and wanting it to continue. Her flesh rippled under a particularly hard blow and she threw her head back and yelped in pain, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Now, let’s do this properly,” Christina said calmly, before pulling the soggy knickers down around Naomi’s chubby thighs, exposing the anguished bottom fully. Two more blows scythed down, the leather whipping and curling over the tender buttocks, the now-scarlet globes writhing. Three more times the belt whistled, the blow cracked, Naomi screeched. Her feet were treading in the carpet, her bottom wiggling alluringly, her scorched cheeks a flaming red, her pussy a hot, sticky sign of the perverse enjoyment the punishing spanks gave her.

SWISH-SPANK! “Ooooowww!” wailed Naomi. Then, quietly, before the next blow: “Harder!”

SWISH-CRACK! “Aaaaghh…harder!”

SWISSSHH-SPANKK!! “Arrrgghh! Please, again!”

They continued, Naomi crying, screaming and then begging for another lash. Christina indulged her, but eased off slightly. She knew Naomi’s desires could lead her too far, and didn’t want to cause more permanent damage to her lover’s bottom, which was already glowing a red more fiery than Christina’s hair and was lined with painful weals (although she knew Naomi’s seeming super-recovering bottom would see them fade by bedtime!). The swollen, flaming cheeks took lash after lash, the blows covering, criss-crossing and re-covering her tortured nates, the odd one whipping her upper thighs, making her scream a pitch higher, but not stopping her begging for another, occasionally gasping “I’m bad, I’m naughty” under her breath like a twisted mantra.

“Last one,” the redhead advised, before bringing her arm down as fast as she could, smiling at the broken wail this brought forth as Naomi jerked over the desk then collapsed weakly, legs sagging, letting the desk take her weight. Her chest heaved as she cried, sobbing, face a mess of spit, tears and smeared make-up, breasts heavy and tingling with excitement, bottom and thighs on fire. She roughly hauled the damp knickers back up, letting the elastic snap them back into place, producing another cry of pain from Naomi, although the now-cold pee that dampened her panties did a little to cool the fire in her cheeks.

Christina stood back, admiring her handiwork. The gusset of her own panties was soaking but she didn’t want to orgasm just yet. She told Naomi to stand up and turn around, which the soundly-thrashed girl did. Christina always felt that her secretary looked at her most beautiful when she had tears running down her cheeks, as she now did, and felt another twinge in her pussy as she looked at Naomi’s boobs, the nipples poking through the material that was still damp with Christina’s spit. “Go stand in the corner, you dirty little girl. I’ll tell you when you can move again.” Nodding, snuffling, Naomi walked over to stand in her appointed ‘naughty corner’, facing the wall, skirt tucked slightly into the back of her panties so that her full, scarlet cheeks were on show.

After a few minutes, Naomi had stopped crying and had discreetly wiped the tears and saliva from her face. The cheeks on her face no longer stung where Christina had slapped her, but the stinging in her sore bottom would not disappear any time soon – her buttocks were swollen and throbbing with a stinging ache. She also knew that she was on the edge of orgasm – the slightest touch to her clit and she’d come on the spot. She idly wondered if she could achieve an orgasm just by being spanked – given how much she loved it and was turned on by it, it seemed possible, but she knew Christina held back from being too harsh with her. Maybe she’d have to provoke her one time…

Meanwhile, Christina sat in an armchair, alternating between gazing at Naomi’s behind and browsing on her tablet. She was also thinking through a fantasy, but it was not something that she and Naomi could do alone – it needed a third. She was trying to find out what the best approach was, and was lurking on some chatrooms whilst also looking at some escort sites. Every few minutes she’d stroke herself, keeping her arousal at a plateau, always excited, not quite orgasmic. Her face was flushed, her nipples erect, her cunt wet, but she was patient and wanted to prolong the fun. Christina was pulled from her musings by an unexpected sound – a knock at the front door. Cursing and frowning, she told Naomi to stay where she was as she pulled a robe over her lingerie and headed down the hall. She assumed it’d just be the post, and was certainly not prepared for the person on her doorstep.

19-year old Chloe Edwards was a pupil at the academy, and was well known to Christina – her name appeared in the Discipline Record more often than any other student’s and barely three days went by without her bending over to receive the stinging smack of one implement or other. Standing 5’3″ she was a pretty, pixie-ish girl with a slim 32B-24-34 figure, though her bottom was amazingly curved with very enticing plump cheeks. Her smooth, long hair was a coppery ginger, her eyes a sparkling blue, her skin very pale with a hint of pinkness. Chloe’s expression, when Christina answered the door to her, was her perpetual one – a twinkling, slightly knowing, mischievous one. She smiled at her headmistress, lips a glossy red (wearing too much make-up had been responsible for more than one of her past punishments). She was wearing very tight blue jeans and a simple grey vest with a pink cardigan. “Hi, Miss,” she grinned.

“Chloe, it’s…the weekend.” Christina’s somewhat redundant statement just hung there for a moment. Her normally dominant demeanour was off balance as finding a pupil at her door when her secretary/lover was in the house with a red bottom and wet knickers had knocked her composure. She was also wearing unusually erotic lingerie for a Saturday morning beneath her robe, a glimpse of which would be known all over the school if Chloe should catch sight of it. Mentally admonishing herself, Christina became Ms Holloway. “By which I mean, what are you doing on my doorstep?”

All of a sudden, Chloe looked slightly bashful and cast her eyes downward. “What it is, Miss, is my mum asked me to come over and give you this.” The teenager offered an envelope, which Christina accepted with a puzzled frown. Opening it, she pulled out a brief, hand-written note, which said:

Dear Ms Holloway

I am sorry to disrupt your weekend but, as you know from her time at your academy, Chloe is a wilful and naughty girl and I fear that the discipline she receives during the week is not enough to change her ways, so I hoped I could impose on you to give her a good thrashing at the weekend? I appreciate this may be inconvenient, but hope that you can find the time.

Yours

Betty Edwards

Christina read the note again, blue eyes narrowing. “Step inside, Chloe,” she instructed, closing the door and leaving the two of them in the hallway. She’d long suspected that the punishments she handed out to Chloe were not a deterrent, and that the young redhead was deliberately disobeying rules to earn a red bottom. Much like Naomi, she assumed, the girl enjoyed the experience. However this action, actually coming to her personal space, her home, was an unexpected escalation. Her mind worked furiously as the scales of lust versus risk to her career were balanced in her mind. All the while Chloe stood silently in front of her, not looking around. Christina resolved on a course of action, knowing that there was no way back after the second or third step down this path. Oh well, she thought, let’s go!

“Tell me, Chloe, how many pieces of your work have I checked in the last 18 months?”

“Ummm…I dunno, Miss. I guess, lots?”

“Yes, indeed, lots. And do I seem like the sort of person who doesn’t pay attention?”

“No, Miss.”

“So, Chloe – didn’t you think I’d recognise your handwriting?” The young girl suddenly blushed and her breath quickened. She offered no reply, so Christina continued. “Of course, I do. Which means your mother has nothing to do with you being here. You’ve come to my house to ask me to punish you because you enjoy it. Haven’t you? HAVEN’T YOU?!” Chloe recoiled at the suddenly raised voice, but briefly raised her eyes, two pairs of blue eyes, two redheads, looked at each other momentarily and she nodded briefly before looking back at the carpet beneath her feet. “This puts me in an awkward position, Chloe. Have you considered how it would look to the parents at my school if it turned out I had a student in my house and was spanking her because she enjoyed it? How that would seem?”

“I wouldn’t say anything, Miss,” Chloe said, meekly.

“But these things can be discovered, can’t they? Can I trust that you’d say nothing? Can I trust that, Chloe?”

“Oh, yes, I promise, Miss! But I am bad and I need you to punish me like you do at school.”

Christina was taken aback by the sheer hunger in Chloe’s statement – she really did desperately want to be disciplined. Still, she needed to assert her control over this incredible situation. “But what would I get from this, Chloe? You ask me to give up my time and risk my career just because you want someone to whip your naughty bottom. Why would I do that?”

Chloe looked at her now, full in the face, earnest, imploring. “I’d do anything, Miss. Anything at all. Just, please, I want to be punished. I want you to make me cry.”

Naomi could hear none of this, even when Christina raised her voice. She knew that someone had been welcomed inside and a conversation was being had, but unidentifiable murmurs were all her ears detected. So she did as she should, stayed in her corner and contemplated her sore bottom.

Back in the hall, Christina raised a delicate eyebrow. “Anything? That covers a lot of ground, Chloe. What are you saying?”

“Just what I said, Miss. I want you to really punish me, I want you to cane me so that I’m crying. A lot of the girls think you really enjoy caning us, that that’s why you set up the academy. So, if you do, if…if you like girls, then you can do anything you want with me. Just, please, spank my bottom.” Chloe blushed during this little speech and again looked at the floor.

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Lisa and Don had been close friends for years. What was odd was the way their friendship had come about.

Lisa had been the college roommate and best friend of Don’s ex-wife Sheryl. Don and Sheryl had gotten married shortly after college and Sheryl continued to hang out with Lisa regularly. About a year after that, Lisa married a guy named Erik.

Don and Erik got along well, so the two couples spent a lot of time together. They did the usual things: dinner and movies, barbeques, camping trips, shared vacations. The women took aerobic classes together; the guys played golf. And while there was a little flirting and a bit of sexual tension, all four of them were too conservative for things to go any further.

And so, when Erik unexpectedly left Lisa for another woman, she was shattered. Talking to Sheryl was very hard for Lisa… she didn’t want to admit to her best friend that Erik’s affair had left her feeling vulnerable and undesirable. She needed the reassurance and support of a man and Don ended up spending a lot of time with her. And while he was very attracted to Lisa – she was a petite, blonde woman with a great body and a cute, pixie face – he was very careful to not let her rebound on him.

Some time later, Don and Sheryl started having problems. Their differences were mostly to do with careers and money, but arguments seemed to spiral out of control, leaving them both feeling hurt and angry. Don ended up talking to Lisa, who let him talk about her feelings. Lisa didn’t want to see either Don or Sheryl hurt, so she was careful not to let things get too close between them – though she was certainly attracted to his classic “tall, dark and handsome” looks and his friendly smile.

Eventually Sheryl and Don divorced and by that time the relationship between Don and Lisa had settled into an easy friendship. They could tell each other anything, talk about their lives and their feelings and know they could count on one another for support.

Several years passed. Don pursued his career as a sports equipment salesman, eventually becoming the regional manager. Lisa became quite successful writing mystery novels. Both dated and had their share of relationships, but nothing lasted for either of them. They continued to get together regularly and despite their mutual attraction, there was a kind of brother-and-sister feeling to their friendship. They both valued what they had and shied away from letting it become romantic.

Even so, Don was happy to hear Lisa’s voice when he answered his phone.

“Hi stranger! Were you planning on calling me to reschedule that lunch you cancelled? Or did you forget about me?”

“Lisa, I’m so sorry! I really did forget. We’re introducing a new tennis line and I’ve been swamped! Let me make it up to you… why don’t we get together Saturday and I’ll buy.”

“It’s your turn to buy anyway! But sure, Saturday is great. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Don noticed something odd in Lisa’s voice… she sounded a little nervous.

“Is everything OK?”

“Yeah. I just need to task a favor. I need some help researching my next book. My agent says that if this one does well, we can renegotiate my publishing contract. But I’m really stuck on the background research and I’m embarrassed to ask you, but…”

“Don’t give it another thought! You know I’ll be happy to help however I can. Let me guess, your next victim is killed with a golf club, right?” he joked.

Lisa still seemed a little nervous when she replied, “No, it’s not a sports thing. This is kind of a big favor Don… I think I’d be more comfortable asking you in person on Saturday.”

“Sure… I guess I can contain my curiosity until then. I’ll meet you at that seafood place downtown, OK?”

“OK, I’ll see you there.”

Lisa seemed nervous at lunch. She avoided the topic of her phone call entirely, instead asking about the new tennis line Don’s company was launching. Finally, when their plates had been cleared and they were waiting for the check, Don broached the topic.

“So, you said you needed some help with research?”

Don knew that Lisa’s fans liked two things about her books: her daring and smart main character, Detective Linda Buckminster and the meticulous research into the fascinating and exotic lifestyles that played a part in each of the stories.

Lisa cleared her throat and took a drink before starting. Don couldn’t believe it, but her face actually looked flushed.

“Don, I really don’t know where to start. This is a really important book for me. Based on my recent sales, the publisher gave me a huge advance. They’re counting on this book to be a big success and I need to get the background just right. The main character – the victim, in a sense – is a prominent businessman. He leads a double life. He’s kind of a sex addict, and goes to prostitutes. He considers himself a connoisseur of women.”

“Then,” she continued, “He starts reading in the paper that prostitutes are being murdered. I won’t go into the details, but the clues all point to him as the murderer. And of course, Linda Buckingham becomes convinced he’s innocent, figures out Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort what’s going on, and tracks down the real killer.”

Don sat quietly for a moment.

“So… you want my help researching prostitutes? Lisa, I know sales guys have a certain reputation, especially in the sports field, but I’m afraid I’ve never been to a prostitute. Besides,” he grinned, “you know if I had you’d be the first person to hear all the details!”

“Thanks!” she laughed. “Don, this just keeps getting harder, so I guess I’ll just spit it out. I’ve actually met and interviewed a number of prostitutes, so I’ve got the basic background, but I still don’t have a feel for how to write certain scenes. What I really need is to observe the girls at work, and so far, nobody will agree to that.”

She took a deep breath and then blurted out the rest, “So I was hoping you would agree to seeing some prostitutes. I’ll pay for everything out of my advance! But you have to make it a condition that I will be watching and taking notes.”

Don didn’t know how to react. He realized after a few seconds that his mouth was hanging open. Then he started to laugh and ended up choking. He took a drink of water and said, “You want me to go to a hooker, while you watch? Lisa, that’s the craziest thing you’ve ever said! You’re kidding, right?”

“Don, please, just listen. It’s really hard for me to ask this, but I can’t think of any other way. The main character in my book goes to very high-class girls… not hookers on street corners. I just can’t picture what it’s like – what they say, what they do, how they treat him. I can’t think of any way to get this right unless I see it… and I need someone I really trust to help me with this. Please Don? It would mean a lot to me.”

Don looked at her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. She was serious, he realized. There was a long pause as he thought about it. He had to admit, the idea was turning him on. And he did trust Lisa completely… as much as she apparently trusted him!

“OK Lisa. I’ll do it. How do we start? I guess I could ask some of the guys on my sales team…”

Lisa was shaking her head, her short blonde hair swaying. “No, I’ve already researched this. The guy in my book keeps his sex life completely private. He’d never talk to his coworkers about it. He finds his girls on the web. A lot of the girls have websites and there are actually sites with contact information and even reviews! As I said, he considers himself a connoisseur, so he even writes reviews of the girls after he’s been with them.”

“Wow!” Don laughed, “I never would have imagined looking for a hooker on the web! So, what now? You give me some websites to go look at?”

“Ummm… not exactly. I want to watch that part too. I want to see what you look at, how you compare the girls. Is that OK? You look a little funny… this is all going pretty fast for you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you could say that! OK, why not? When do you want to start?” Even as he asked the question, Don knew the answer. When Lisa got started researching her books, she threw herself completely into the project.

“How about now? We’ve got all afternoon. I’ll follow you back to your place in my car, and we can use your computer.”

Whatever embarrassment she had felt in asking for Don’s help was past. Now that he had agreed, she was anxious to get started.

Lisa and Don were sitting side by side at Don’s computer. He had poured them each a glass of wine, deciding they both needed a little help to relieve the tension. Lisa gave him the URL for the “Escort Ratings” website and he typed it in.

“Oh… this site requires you to sign up for their service,” Don said.

“That’s OK, I got an account when I started my research. Here, let me enter it.”

Lisa leaned across Don to reach the keyboard, her breasts brushing against his arm as she entered her password.

“Sorry!” he quickly said.

“Don, will you calm down!” she laughed. “Look, just pretend I’m not here… enjoy yourself. I just want to see what a guy looks at on a site like this.”

Don started by typing his zip code into the search box, selecting a 50-mile radius. He was amazed at how many entries appeared! He clicked on the first and a grid filled with information appeared on the screen.

“Wow, this looks like the spec sheet for one of our products! What does all this mean?”

“Well, I think you can figure out the hair color, height and bra size! Let’s see – BBBJ stands for bareback blowjobs. That means she doesn’t use a condom when she’s sucking on the guy.”

“God! Isn’t that dangerous?”

“From what I’m told, it’s not too bad unless the girl has sores or cuts in her mouth. A lot of girls consider it an acceptable risk, especially if they rinse with an antiseptic mouthwash right afterwards. Let’s look at the rest of the page – multiple pops means you can have more than one orgasm. Then there’s the stuff about whether she kisses, whether you can go down on her. And anal means…”

“I know what that means! Look, I think I can figure this out, OK?”

“Sure. Just let me know if you have any questions. Why don’t you narrow this down a little? What kind of girl do you want to be with?”

Don suddenly remembered what they were doing here. Lisa wanted him to pick a prostitute and then watch him have sex with her!

He went back to the search form and started entering his preferences: petite – C cup

“Don, that sounds like me!” Lisa teased.

He immediately selected long black hair, in contrast to Lisa’s short blonde hair and stuck out his tongue at her. He continued making selections: multiple pops – kissing (with tongue) – shaved or trimmed – average rating 8 or higher. He clicked the search button and saw a much shorter list.

He began clicking through the entries. Most had several reviews. The reviewers were very graphic, describing in detail what they did with the women. There were also links to photos and many of the women had websites as well.

Don almost forgot Lisa was there as he sorted through the women. He set aside some of the windows for later consideration and closed others that didn’t interest him.

“Why did you close that one?” Lisa asked, “She looked really hot.”

Don looked over at his friend and realized she had her notepad out. She was really serious about this being research!

“Well, her website sounded like it was written by a ten year old. It was full of typos and grammatical errors. I just can’t imagine having a good time with someone like that.”

Lisa laughed loudly. “Don, you don’t know how good that makes me feel as a writer! All these years and I never knew good grammar turned men on! Hey – what about that girl?” she asked.

Don turned his attention back to the screen. He’d narrowed his choice down to three women, but kept returning to one of them: a very sensual looking young Asian woman, in a variety of erotic poses. According to her website, her name was “Amber.”

Lisa glanced down at Don’s lap and saw there was a large bulge in his pants.

“Do you like her, Don?” she asked softly. “Is she the one you want?”

“Yeah. Yes. The reviews sound like she’s really nice and there’s something about her face that I really like. What now?”

“There’s a phone number. Call her.”

“Now?”

“Why not? She may even be free tonight. But remember, you need to tell her about me being there.”

Don reached for the phone and dialed the number. His mouth was dry – he quickly took a sip of wine as the phone rang. It was answered by a young woman and somehow the voice sounded just right for the pictures he’d seen on the website.

“Hello?”

“Amber?”

“Yes, this is Amber.”

“I saw your listing on the Escort Review site. I’d like to make an appointment. I’m a little nervous; I’ve never been with an escort before.”

“I’m really flattered that you picked me for your first time! I think that deserves some extra-special treatment. What’s your name honey?”

Don could picture her smiling as she talked. As a salesman, he knew when he was being “sold,” but she was good at it… her voice sounded warm and genuine.

“Sorry – my name’s Don. I was wondering if I could see you tonight?”

“Well, I could see you at 7:00 tonight or at 8:30. Will that work for you? I’m really looking forward to meeting you!”

“7:00 is fine. But there’s one more thing. I have a friend and she’s writing a book. She’s going to watch if that’s OK.” As he said it he realized how kinky it sounded. His face turned bright red. Lisa grinned at him.

“That’s fine, Don. I charge an extra $100 for couples.”

“Oh, we’re not a couple! She’s doing research for a book, but she doesn’t want to… participate.”

“Well, I still have to charge the couples rate, but she can decide if she wants to join in once we get started. Now, if you give me your phone number I can call you back to confirm and give you directions.”

It took a few more minutes to complete the arrangements. Lisa wasn’t concerned about the extra charge, though she thought it was funny being charged the “couples” rate. She also told Don her advance would cover a lot of “research” if it were needed.

“So, we’ve got a few hours until your date – what will you do now?” Lisa was back in “research mode,” her pad ready to jot down his reaction.

“Well, to be honest, checking out those girls really turned me on. I may need to excuse myself for a few minutes.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. If she’s anything like her reviews say, you’d better save your energy! Besides, I don’t think that’s what my main character would do.”

“You’re right. God, I can’t believe we’re talking about this! I suppose we should plan on getting something to eat beforehand. And we’ll need to stop at an ATM to get the cash. Ummm – what do you think I should wear?”

Lisa just grinned at her friend. The fact that he was nervous made the situation a little easier for her.

They took Don’s car to Amber’s, following the directions she’d given them. It was a gated condo community. Don entered the code she’d given him to buzz her and a few seconds later the gate opened.

He parked the car in the visitor’s parking area, and soon they were standing in front of Amber’s door.

Don knocked, and a moment later the door opened. Amber was every bit as beautiful as her photos. She was about 5′ 2″ with perky breasts, long black hair, soft golden skin and a warm smile. She was wearing a filmy negligee; her dark nipples could be clearly seen through the filmy fabric,

She invited them in and after closing the door put her arms around Don. She was barefoot and had to stand on her toes to pull his face down to hers but she gave him a deep, sensual kiss, her tongue sliding between his lips. Don couldn’t believe how good it felt to have this sweet looking, young woman kissing him like a long-time lover and he eagerly returned her kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.

Finally, Amber broke the kiss and smiled up at him.

“It’s so nice to meet you! And you must be Lisa,” she said, giving Lisa a quick hug.

“I have some wine in the kitchen. Do you both like Chardonnay?”

Without waiting for a response, she led them into the kitchen, her body swaying as she walked.

She poured them each a glass of wine and said, “Don, you can just leave the envelope here on the table. When you’re ready we can move into the bedroom… I have a nice big bed in there. You can take a shower before we start and there are hangers in the bathroom for you clothes. Lisa, are you sure you don’t want to play a little? You are so attractive!”

“No, really, I’m just here to watch and take notes. Don told you I’m researching a book, right? But thank you. You look just amazing!”

“Well, Don and I will just have to put on a good show for you, won’t we honey? I have a nice comfortable reading chair in the bedroom. Just make yourself at home.”

They finished their wine and Amber led them into the bedroom. Don went into the bathroom and undressed, taking a quick shower before wrapping a bath towel around his waist.

While he was in the shower, Amber made sure Lisa was comfortable. She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “If you change your mind, I’d love to play with you too.”

As Don came out of the bathroom, she walked over to him and gave him anther long kiss. Lisa has seen Don without his shirt many times but she’d forgotten how good he looked. And somehow he looked even sexier with the young Asian woman hugging and kissing him. They made a very sexy couple, she thought to herself.

Don was enjoying the kiss but was a little self-conscious knowing Lisa was sitting in the room watching. When he felt Amber start to pull off his towel, he almost stopped her but it was impossible to resist the sexy, young woman. He let the towel fall to the floor, revealing his rigid cock.

Don was a big man and his cock was also big. Amber smiled as she wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked him lightly. She led him over to the bed and had him sit down. She leaned down and ran her tongue slowly around the tip of his cock, looking up at him. Then she stood up and slowly untied her negligee, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her full round breasts and her tiny, lace panties. Her nipples were small and dark and stiff with anticipation.

Don reached out and pulled her to him, kissing her breasts and nipples. He nuzzled against her, flicking his tongue over her, taking her nipples between his lips. She sighed contentedly, running her fingers through his hair.

Don’s big hands slid down her body, cupping her ass, pulling her closer as he sucked on her nipples. He reached between her legs and brushed his fingers over her mound, feeling the dampness through her panties.

She reached down and lowered her panties, letting them fall. As she stepped out of them, Don caressed her pussy. Amber was shaved and the lips of her pussy were soft, swollen, and glistening with moisture. He slipped a finger between her lips, running it up and down the silken wetness of her slit.

Amber’s hand rubbed over the head of Don’s cock – he felt her spreading his slick precum. He moaned as she started to stroke him, her small hand sliding up and down his shaft.

Lisa stared in rapt attention, her notepad forgotten, as Don kissed and caressed the beautiful, young woman. She had arranged this and thought she was prepared for it, but she’d never imagined how erotic it would be. Watching Amber stroking Don’s cock, Lisa suddenly ached to feel his thick shaft inside her own pussy. Her hand slowly moved down her body, her fingers brushing over her nipples, moving downward, and then lightly caressing her pussy through her clothes.

Lisa watched as Amber knelt down between Don’s legs and took the head of his cock between her lips. Amber softly kissed his cock-head, then ran her tongue around it, tasting the salty precum. She took him between her lips again, kissing and sucking, then ran her tongue slowly down his throbbing shaft. She alternated licking and sucking, each time sliding her mouth further down his cock. Don’s hands were caressing her soft skin, rubbing over her back, shoulders and neck as she went down on him. Her warm mouth slurped up and down his cock, making it wet with her spit. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, stroking him as her head bobbed up and down. She started moving faster and Don moved his hips forward, trying to bury his cock in her mouth.

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“Then I pick Truth or Dare,” she said with a smile, thinking the others wouldn’t go along with it. Dave smiled and shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s not like we’re teenagers… well except you.” Shannon flipped him off. “I’m 20, thank you very much. And I think it would be fun. Get you uptight old fogies up and moving.”

They all just looked at each other, gauging each other to see if anyone was actually interested in playing this kids’ game.

There were five of them there that night. Dave and Aubrey, James and Kelsey and Shannon, the fifth wheel. Shannon was quite a bit younger than anyone else and they were all kind of taken with her in one way or another. Obviously she was beautiful, so Dave and James liked her, but Kelsey and Aubrey liked her too.

Kelsey had known Shannon since she was a little kid and had babysat her for a number of years. This gathering was actually in Shannon’s honor (she’d graduated with her Bachelor’s in only 2 years). Kelsey had thrown it together and they decided to let Shannon choose what she wanted to spend the evening doing.

And she’d chosen Truth or Dare.

“I’m down if you guys are,” Kelsey said, pulling her long red hair up into a ponytail, “I like the idea of making you guys squirm.” Kelsey was seven months pregnant and her shirt kept riding up, exposing a sliver of her round belly. She pulled it down again after finishing with her hair.

They looked at each other and smiled. “Alright, let’s do this then,” said Dave turning to Aubrey and giving her a smile. He was a little nervous, but also extremely excited about where this might all lead. Hell, maybe he’d get to see some boobs!

“2 rules,” Shannon began, “Nothing illegal, so no running around naked outside or anything like that.” She gave Kelsey a look and a wink. “And you can only take 2 truths in a row, then you have to take a dare. That work for everyone?”

They nodded their approval and the game began. Shannon pointed at Aubrey and said, “You get to go first. Truth or Dare?”

Aubrey hesitated and then said “Truth.”

“Bummer,” Dave said and Aubrey hit him playfully in the arm. They’d been married a little over a year and were still totally into each other. “What?” he said, pleading innocence.

Shannon looked at her for a moment and then said, “Alright Aubrey. An easy one to start us off. Have you ever been with a woman?” Dave nearly spit out his drink.

“That’s an easy one?” James chimed in. “Remind me to pick dare.”

Aubrey took her time answering, looking from Kelsey and Shannon, then James and Dave. Dave in particular looked interested in learning the answer. “Not really.” She finally answered. “I’ve kissed a couple, and seen a whole bunch naked with gym and all, but never anything beyond that. I don’t think I’d be against it, under other circumstances, it just never really happened.” She looked at Dave and gave a sheepish smile as her face reddened and Dave kissed her on the cheek.

“Alright, who are you going to pick?” Shannon asked her. The 20-year-old was controlling the situation. She sat facing them sitting in a chair. The two couples had taken up spots on the love seat and couch. Shannon looked back and forth between them all, her blond curls bouncing as she did so.

“James…” Aubrey said, turning to him, “Truth or Dare?” “Well, after that one, I think I am going to take a dare for sure.”

“You sure that’s a smart idea?” Dave asked. “She can be a mean one.”

Aubrey gave Dave another punch on the arm then turned back to James. “Let’s see…” She put her finger to her mouth in concentration and looked James up and down. He was also blond but with a little more brown in it. To be completely honest, he was actually getting a little gray, even at 32. It worked on him though and he took really good care of himself. With that in mind, Aubrey picked his dare. “Take off your shirt.”

James smiled in disbelief. “Really? You want to go there already?” She smiled back and he relented. “Alright, but I’ll remember this.” He stood and started to remove his shirt. Aubrey, Shannon and Kelsey all started cheering and whistling. Dave joined in, and threw a dollar at his friends’ feet. James chest was quite muscular and Aubrey noticed that the gray in his temples was in the hair on his chest as well. There wasn’t much, but the little trail that was there was nice, and led a right down into his pants.

“There you go ladies. You’re welcome.” He started to put the shirt back on.

“Whoa, what do you think you are doing?” Shannon interrupted. “She didn’t say anything about you getting to put that back on.” James looked at Shannon and Aubrey pleading. Finally he turned to his wife and she gave him a coy smile and a shrug. “Sorry honey, them’s the rules.” He sat back down next to Kelsey and put his arm around her.

“Hmm…” He said looking at the girls. “I’d like to get Aubrey back, but it seems a little mean to go right back to her, so I choose… Shannon. It’s your fault I’m in this mess.”

Without a moment of hesitation Shannon said, “dare.” No one was really Gaziantep Oral Escort surprised.

James thought for a bit, not wanting to rush it. “Alright, I got it. Gets both of you at the same time.” He motioned to both Shannon and Aubrey. “Kiss. And it has to look like you mean it.”

Shannon didn’t miss a beat. She stood up, smoothing her short skirt as she crossed the room. She sat next to Aubrey, on the far side from Dave, and pulled her in for the kiss. They kissed long and deep, and the others all held their breath. Dave couldn’t believe his eyes. His wife was kissing a girl! A hot young girl! Even Kelsey had to remind herself to breathe.

When the kiss was finally over, the room remained silent for a moment longer. They all sensed that this was headed somewhere interesting. There was a kind of vibe in the room. If any of them felt unwilling to proceed, now was the time to say something.

None of them did.

Shannon returned to her seat. James watched her go and when she sat down he said, “that works.”

Dare?”

Shannon looked at Kelsey, her old babysitter, and smiled. “Kelsey, Truth or

Kelsey looked her right in the eye and said, “dare.” “I think you should join your husband. Take off your shirt.” Kelsey hesitated for a moment. She felt a little weird about it with her being big

and all, but she decided that if she was going to play, it was only fair to fulfill the dare. She stood, with a little help from James, and unbuttoned her blouse.

Underneath she was wearing a lacy bra that was a little transparent. They all pretended not to notice, but Kelsey’s nipples, even as pale as they were, were very visible. She felt a little self-conscious, more for her over sized breasts than her over sized

belly, but at the same time, having everyone look at her like that was a little invigorating. She felt her heart rate pick up and a familiar dampness begin in her pants. She was a little surprised by this, but liked it none-the-less. Dave in particular, who hadn’t spent much time around pregnant women, found himself turned on by not only her breasts in the see- through bra, but also her round belly.

She sat back down and without even turning to him, said “well Dave, that leaves

you.”

“If you pick dare, I’m going to look like the little scaredy cat since I’m the only one who chose truth.” Aubrey said.

“In that case, I pick dare.”

Kelsey smiled a mischievous smile. “I want you to trade clothes with Shannon. Sorry Shannon” she said, nodding at Shannon.

Shannon said, “I’m cool.” And began removing her clothes. “Whoa! Can’t we at least go in another room?” Dave said. “Sure.” Kelsey said. The two of them went into Kelsey and James’ bedroom and closed the door. The

light in here was much dimmer than it had been in the living room, but Dave was okay with that. Where James had taken care of himself over the years, Dave had done less so. He wasn’t fat exactly, but he was a little soft around the middle.

Shannon started to remove her clothes again. He joined her moving a little slower than her. She took off her skirt and laid it on the bed. Underneath she was wearing a bright red thong. He pointed to it and said, “really? Why did you have to be wearing that?”

“Sorry,” she said, though she didn’t look a bit sorry. She was wearing a camisole style top and she deftly removed it over her head. Underneath she wore nothing. Her breasts were quite small, but perky as hell with the smallest areolas he’d ever seen. He felt an erection coming on and turned away before she had removed her panties. He finished undressing facing the other way.

He picked up her shirt and was glad to see the fabric had plenty of give. He pulled it over his head pulling it tight over his chest. He removed his boxer-briefs and tried to hand them to Shannon without looking back in her direction. As she grabbed them, he did manage to catch a glimpse and was not shocked to find that Shannon had removed all of her pubic hair. His erection intensified.

She pulled on his boxer briefs over her slender frame and was surprised to find that they looked kind of cute on her. “Hey, check it out,” she said. He turned, using her skirt to cover himself. “These look pretty good on me.” She hadn’t put on his shirt yet, so she was just standing there in his underwear. They did look pretty good.

She pulled the shirt on and then his shorts. She looked at him. “Come on then.” She said, urging him on. He turned away from her again and stepped into the skirt. There was no way it was ever going to close around him, but he did the best he could. He started to leave then, but she stopped him.

“Cheater,” she said. “Put ’em on.”

He gave her a look, but she wasn’t falling for it. She picked the small red panties up and tossed them to him. He took them and stepped into them. “Don’t worry about stretching them. I’ve got so much underwear. I won’t miss them,” she said, watching intently as he tried to pull them up.

Surprisingly he was able to get them over his hips. His cock, on the other hand, would not cooperate. There was no way, especially with the image of this young girl wearing his underwear and nothing else still in his mind, that his erection was going away any time soon, and the small thong just couldn’t contain it. The fabric between his ass cheeks wasn’t exactly comfortable, but not as uncomfortable as he would have thought.

“I guess that’ll do,” she said, taking him by the arm and leading him back into the living room. The other women cheered as Dave entered.

“Give us a twirl!” Kelsey said, clapping her hands. He did so, letting the little skirt rise up as he did. He held down the front, but everyone got a nice look at his thonged ass.

“Wow,” Aubrey said, “is that a thong?”

“Uhm… Yes. Yes it is.” Dave said, reddening. He sat down next to his wife and she put a hand on his knee.

“Is it wrong that I like that?” She asked, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Kelsey turned to James. “Why don’t you ever wear a thong for me?” She said jokingly. Finally, once the room had settled a little bit, the game continued.

The next couple of rounds consisted mainly of people losing more clothing (James down to his unders; Shannon losing her shirt, leaving her topless; Aubrey finally taking a dare and ending up with out her dress; Dave losing the shirt since he refused to take off the skirt until he absolutely had to; and Kelsey down to just her bra and matching transparent panties) but there were also a few moments of interest as the group learned that both Kelsey and Shannon had had girlfriends at one point or another and Dave had kissed not one, but two dudes (both during games such as this).

It came around to Shannon again, sitting in Dave’s shorts and looking around at the group. Her nipples were incredibly hard, both from the lack of shirt, and also the arousal she felt. She wanted to push the game further, but was afraid to go too far too fast. She settled on a compromise.

“I have an idea. New take on the game. No more truths, just dares, and now, it’s boys vs. girls.” They looked around at each other, gauging the other’s interest.

“That sounds like it could be fun. So each girl has to do the same dare?” Dave

asked.

“Yeah. For example, if I dared you to remove something, it would apply to you and James. If you were dared to kiss Kelsey, you could decide if you wanted to go one at a time or together and so on. Sound good?”

They all agreed and the game began anew. They changed seating so that the two guys were on the loveseat and the girls were on the couch, Kelsey and Aubrey flanking Shannon. They all kind of sat there for a moment not saying anything.

“Oh yeah! It’s my turn. Sorry. Got a little distracted.” Shannon turned to the other girls and they began whispering amongst themselves. Every once in a while, one of them would look up at Dave or James and smile. Finally they decided.

Aubrey was the one to give the dare. “Alright. The dare is this. We are going to blindfold you and then one of us is going to kiss each of you. If you are correct in guessing who it is, and you both have to pick correctly, then we’ll each remove another item of clothing. You get even one of them wrong and you are both naked.”

“Why is that you guys only lose one piece each, but we end up naked?” Dave asked. The girls discussed this amongst themselves and finally agreed.

“Alright, if you both guess right, then we’ll all strip down to nothing.” Aubrey said, giving Dave a smile. He was surprised by how turned on he was by the idea of these other people seeing his naked wife. She was beautiful. She had curly brown hair that hung to her shoulders. The underwear she was wearing was simple, but nice; a pair of black satin panties and a matching shiny black bra. Dave wanted the girls to lose, and badly.

The guys took a moment to discuss it. They decided that they were pretty sure they could figure it out. If the girls were dumb enough to send their own wives, they’d be able to tell. So it was 50/50 really. “Alright. We’re down.”

The guys stood in the middle of the room and Shannon and Aubrey each tied one of James’ ties around the guys’ eyes. The women made sure the men couldn’t see and then began the round. They announced that Dave would be kissed first. He tensed a little, waiting for it. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, soft lips found his.

He knew instantly it wasn’t Aubrey. She was never without lip-gloss of one sort or another, and these lips, while incredibly smooth and soft, were not sticky with the stuff. They’d been warned not to touch the girls or they would lose automatically, but it was difficult for Dave to keep his hands to himself. The woman’s lips opened and they began using their tongues. Knowing he was deep kissing a woman who was not his wife, was incredibly exciting, and he felt his erection returning under the short skirt and panties. Finally it was over.

They took a moment before announcing that it was James’ turn. He waited, though not quite as impatiently as his friend, for the woman to approach. He too was able to tell it was not his wife’s mouth kissing him right away. Kelsey’s lips were thinner than these and she always smelled of strawberries. After a moment, the lips opened and they began kissing with everyone, with the exception of Dave, watching.

And then it was done. The woman stepped away, leaving James a little out of breath, and a lot turned on. They were told to remove their blindfolds. The girls were standing all in a row, a blonde, a redhead and a brunette. Dave noted that there had to be a joke there somewhere and that he should figure it out later.

Kelsey looked the men over and noticed the slight bulge under Dave’s skirt. She pointed it out to Aubrey who only smiled at her husband. Dave’s face reddened.

“So, who kissed you?” Aubrey asked. The two men spoke simultaneously, “Shannon!” The women were aghast. “How’d you know?” Kelsey asked. “Well, I knew it wasn’t Aubrey, and you don’t have your tongue pierced.” Dave

said. Kelsey and Aubrey turned to Shannon. “Is he serious?” Kelsey asked incredulously. Shannon stuck her tongue out a bit revealing a small bar running through it. She

took it back in and smiled. “Sorry. I didn’t think about them being able to tell,” she said, but at the same time she gave the guys a quick wink.

“Crap,” Aubrey said, “I was really looking forward to making fun of you guys.” She reached around her back to remove her bra, but was interrupted.

“Wait,” said James. “I know what the next dare should be.” He sat down on the loveseat and leaned back. He motioned for Dave to join him and then said “striptease.”

Kelsey just glared at him. She crossed her arms over her belly and stared daggers at her husband and then noticed that Dave had a big goofy grin on his face, and sent some towards him as well. His smile vanished.

Though she didn’t say anything, Shannon thought that things were progressing quite nicely.

Aubrey kind of liked the idea. There was already a charge in the air with all of this naked flesh and though she wouldn’t have ever said so to any of the others, she was quite turned on by the whole thing; Dave in his skirt, James with his happy trail and even her best friends oversized breasts were all kind of doing it for her. Even the petite girl wearing her husband’s underwear was sexy.

“I think it’d be fun, but there should be some sort of game to it,” she said finally. “Like what?” Shannon asked. Aubrey thought about it for a moment. “Like who does the best or something. Like each of us takes a turn with each of

the guys and then they rate us or something.” Dave and James were obviously okay with this idea so Aubrey turned to the other

women. “What do you think?” “Well I like the idea of us taking turns because I most definitely want to watch!”

Shannon said, “But I don’t think it should be a competition. I think we should just each take turns with each guy and see where it goes from there.”

Kelsey finally relaxed her arms. Who was she kidding, she wanted to get naked as much as the rest of them even if she wasn’t ready to admit it. “If anyone laughs at my pregnant ass while it’s wiggling around, I’ll kill you,” she said, looking specifically at Dave. He just smiled back at her.

They decided that the youngest should go first and so Shannon stepped forward. Kelsey put on some dance music and it began. The girl moved gracefully, running her hands over her hips and down her legs. On the trip back up, her hands ran along the insides of her thighs and over her sex still only covered by Dave’s underwear.

She raked her nails lightly over her stomach and up to her breasts. She tweaked her nipples and sighed. Dave and James watched intently as she swayed back and forth. She had a sort of raw sexuality that was even more pervasive with the beat and the rhythm of the music. She stepped towards James and turned around in front of him. She shook her small ass and ran her hands down her legs again, bending over as she did so.

If someone had told him that morning at the office that he would be getting a striptease from a 20-year-old later that day, he would never have believed it. Hell, he still wasn’t really sure it was happening. He wanted desperately to touch her, to make sure she was real, and as if in answer to this, she pressed herself into his lap.

The pressure she exerted on his cock was magnificent. She pressed a little harder and moved back and forth. He needed her to stop soon or this whole situation was going to get a whole lot more embarrassing. She turned around to face him and leaned in close. Her small breasts swayed as she did so, bouncing lightly. The hard nipples were inches from his face as she leaned forward. She moved closer, and then with another quick move, she was backing away.

She locked eyes with Dave and started to step towards him. She continued to sway, but never lost eye contact. She sat down on his lap facing him as she had with James. She noticed that her skirt and panties did very little to hide his erection as she pressed into him. It was hard to tell under the circumstances, but slightly overweight Dave here might really have something to work with under there.

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Brunette

Chapter 9

By six o’clock, I was drunk. I’d gone down to the hotel bar and had several cocktails. I skipped dinner, and as I sat there, I remembered Melanie and her offer. “Hey,” I called out to the bartender. “Where’s the Holiday Inn?”

“It’s just a couple of hotels up the beach. It’s the one with the big assed parking lot.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, “I know the place.”

I paid my tab and left. It was still light out, but there was a weird feel to the atmosphere. The sky was completely overcast, with big, billowy clouds blowing by, and the threat of rain hung heavily in the air. The wind whipped the palm trees, and flags snapped noisily. Everything had a kind of sepia tone to it.

I walked into the bar and looked around for Melanie and her two lovers, but they weren’t in the place. I had a Coors and played a game of Ms. Pac Man, as I waited in hopes that they showed up. I didn’t know their last names or their room number, so this was my only chance to find her. Finally, after an hour, I gave up.

As I was walking through the parking lot, a car pulled up next to me. I jumped back, thinking it was Mike, and I was about to get my ass kicked. Instead, the window came down to reveal Melanie inside.

“Hey, were you looking for me?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I was,” I admitted. “Where you headed?”

“Toronto,” she said, with a pretend pout. “We don’t want to be here when the Hurricane hits, so we’re getting out early. Aren’t you leaving?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t think so.”

“They’re calling for evacuations,” she said, looking concerned. “Haven’t you been watching the news?”

“No, not really.”

“Hurricane Bob is headed right this way!” She exclaimed. “It should be here overnight. They’re telling all the tourists to get out now.”

“Oh,” I said. “Okay.”

“So, go home, Bob!” She said.

“Meh,” I said dismissively. “I’ve always wanted to have a hurricane party.”

“You’re staying?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re nuts!”

“Probably.”

She got out of the car and hugged me. “Don’t be stupid,” I may want you to come to Toronto and visit me. “So, don’t get killed by a hurricane.”

“I won’t.”

She shook her head. “Are all American this crazy?”

“Probably.” I hugged her back. “Have a safe trip home.”

“Thanks,” she said, then reached into the car to get her purse. She took out a pen and paper and gave me her telephone number, full name and address. “Please, let me know if you survived.”

“I will,” I said. “I promise.”

With that, she got back in the car and drove away and out of my life forever. I let go of the piece of paper and watched it float away with the wind.

I made my way back to the Polynesian and walked into the bar.

“Back so soon?” the bartender asked.

“Yeah, I struck out,” I said as I sat down on my earlier stool. I noticed an attractive woman was seated a couple of stools down. She was older, but very attractive, with long reddish hair. She was slender with long fingers that implied long and shapely legs to match.

She appeared to be in her late thirties, maybe early forties. As I stared, she looked up, and the green in her eyes sparkled like two emeralds. “Can I get another Cosmopolitan?” she asked the bartender.

“You aren’t evacuating either?” I asked, turning to the lovely redhead. She looked my way, and our eyes met. I can’t adequately describe what I felt. It was like a million volts of electricity shot into my head, electrifying me and charging me up at the same time. When she smiled, I felt my heart melt.

“No, I came here to get away from things at home,” she said. “They’re still there, so I’m staying here.”

“You’re not afraid of the hurricane?” I asked.

“Not so much,” she said. “We all have to go sometime. I’m here to have fun and get my mind off of things. If a hurricane hits us and we all die, we won’t be around to care.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I said as I tossed back my booze. “Mind if I join you?”

She looked around the bar. We were the only customers in the place. “I think you already have,” she said with a slight laugh. “We have the place all to ourselves.”

She was both witty and feisty, a charming combination that made her more interesting than just her physical attributes. I wanted to get to know her more. “Then do you mind if I come closer, so we don’t have to talk so loud?”

“You have my permission to approach,” she said with a wink.

I picked up my cocktail and slid down past the intervening stools to sit next to her. Her soft fragrance was like a combination of vanilla and roses. I inhaled it deeply and introduced myself.

“I’m Bob,” I said, tipping my drink to her.

She gave me a disbelieving look. “Like the hurricane?” she asked playfully.

“Exactly,” I said. “Now, you’re stuck here with two Bobs.”

“Well, I’ll drink to that,” she said with a wink. “I’m Denise, by the way.”

“So, what is it at home you’re trying to get away from?” I asked. I knew it was none of my business, but she had mentioned it.

She peered at me over the rim of her Cosmopolitan, Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort as she measured me up.

“That’s kind of personal,” she said. “I don’t know you well enough to tell you my dirty secrets.”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” I offered. “Plus, we’ll never see each other again once we leave here. What’s the risk in confiding?”

“Maybe I just don’t want to talk about it,” she offered.

I thought about it for a second. “If you didn’t want to talk about it, I don’t think you would have brought it up.”

“Good point,” she replied. “Okay, you have a deal. You tell me your secrets, then I’ll tell you mine.”

“Well, then we should get another round and maybe move to a booth,” I said. “It may take a while.”

“Why do I get the feeling this is some nefarious plan of yours to get me in bed?”

“Because it is a nefarious plan to get you in bed.”

She laughed. “Well, at least you’re honest.”

“So, how’s it working?” I asked.

“How is what working?”

“My nefarious plan.”

“It’s too soon to tell,” she replied, standing up. “I’ll tell you after we share our secrets.”

We moved to a booth in the dark corner of the bar. I sat down across from her, but she patted the seat beside her. “I don’t bite,” she said.

“Damn,” I replied. “And here I was hoping you were a vampire.”

Denise smiled and gave me a sultry look. “Vampires bite and then suck. Like I said, I don’t bite.”

I chuckled at the innuendo and sat down beside her as the new set of drinks arrived. I then bared my soul and told her the entire sordid story. She listened patiently, asking questions here and there to better understand.

“And, so this just happened today?” she asked.

I nodded.

“And how do you feel about it?”

“Ambivalent,” I said, “is probably the right word to describe my feelings. I was pissed at first. It’s not just about the sex, to me, it’s about lying and deceiving. I mean, if we talked about it and agreed to be open, then I wouldn’t care what Connie did and with whom. But, we had just talked about being exclusive, and I made it clear how I felt about her fucking that dirtbag. Now, I just don’t give a shit. So, yeah, ambivalent kind of sums it up.”

“That’s a good word,” she said. “It’s kind of how I feel about the collapse of my marriage. Ambivalent.”

“I’m getting kind of hungry,” I said. “Would you like to have dinner? Then you can tell me your story.”

“I’d like that,” she agreed.

We called the bartender over. He told us the kitchen was closing, so if we wanted food, we better hurry up. Not only that, but our choices were limited to things that didn’t require much cooking.

We ordered nachos, french fries, and two salads. While we waited for the food to come, Denise excused herself and went to the ladies’ room. When she returned, she’d freshened her makeup, brushed her hair out, and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her swimsuit underneath.

She had small but very pert breasts that stood out proudly. She was petite, much shorter than my six-foot-one frame. She had what looked like a dancer’s legs, long and shapely. She was beautiful, with a dynamic personality that made her even more attractive.

She settled in the booth, took a sip from her cocktail, and began her story.

“So, how old do you think I am?” she asked, tilting her head coquettishly.

“That’s a dangerous, no-win, type of question,” I said.

“Be honest,” she said, “I won’t hold it against you either way.”

I stared at her. Her skin was smooth and soft, with almost no wrinkles to speak off. Her eyes, bright and lively. Her breasts were perky. She carried herself with a confidence that came from maturity. The fact that she was asking me, though, told me she must be older than she looked.

She could be as young as thirty-six or as old as forty-two. I opted for the younger of the two ages. The worst thing would be to be wrong while guessing too high.

“You don’t look it,” I began, “but I think you’re likely older than this, just by the way you asked, however. I’d say you look to be in your late thirties, say thirty-eight.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Bless you, young man,” she said with a playful wink.

“I just turned forty-seven in May,” she declared.

There was no way I would have guessed that, and I told her so.

“Well, it’s true,” she confirmed. “So, I’ve been married for just over twenty years. My husband and I never had children because I can’t. I had a problem with my ovaries as a teenager, and they just don’t work right. I was actually okay with it. I can’t imagine bringing kids into this fucked up world of ours. Plus, there are enough unwanted kids out there to adopt. I knew my husband wanted kids, but he seemed to accept our situation without ever complaining or blaming me.

“I suggested we adopt, but he wouldn’t do it. He came from a very wealthy and established family. For him, the idea of adopting was anathema. He either wanted his own legitimate offspring or none. So, after a while, the thought of children left my mind. We continued on with our marriage, seemingly happy. I was a dancer when we met, and dancing was always my passion. So, that became my focus for many years. I ran a dance school and got to teach many young girls the joy of dance. I guess that was how I compensated for not having kids of our own.

“I guess I should have seen it, but I was oblivious. It turns out that my husband never gave up his desire for children. He had several, actually, just not with me. I recently found out that my darling husband had not one, but three different mistresses, all of whom he kept in relative luxury, and all of whom bore him children. One gave him two girls, the second gave him a boy and a girl, and the third brought him another son.

“Five children, from the ages of seven to seventeen,” she continued. “So, he was cheating on me and knocking up other women for most of our marriage. When I found out, I confronted him. His response was to divorce me. He filed last week and had me served this past Friday.

“I decided to get away. We have a house at Hilton Head, but he might find me there, so I came north. I always liked Myrtle Beach as a girl, so I thought what better place to deal with things than here. My best friend Janet didn’t want me to wallow in my sorrow all by myself, she drove down from Charlotte this morning, just in time for a hurricane.

“She was taking a nap, I was bored, and then I met you.”

“Wow,” I said. “I don’t feel quite so bad now.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad I was able to make your issues seem trivial by comparison,” she said, laughing. Denise turned to face me, placing her hand over mine, “Still want to follow through on your nefarious plot now that you know I’m old enough to be your mother?”

“My mother is in her sixties,” I responded. “Plus, age is really meaningless. You’re one of the most attractive women I’ve ever met.”

“And you’re a flatterer,” Denise replied. “But, flattery is acceptable. What else do you like about me?”

“You have a quick wit, and you’re not afraid to use it. I can tell you’re brilliant. You seem to have your shit together and a soon-to-be-ex-husband who is an idiot.”

“And?”

“And a body that is screaming at me to see it naked.”

“My body is screaming at you to see it naked?”

“Yes, can’t you hear it?” I asked. I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. “Listen. Hear that? It’s saying ‘take my clothes off, Bob’ and ‘get me naked,’ stuff like that. I mean, I hear it.”

Denise chuckled. She was so close that her scent was driving me crazy. She felt soft, warm, and purely feminine against my body. She cuddled closer, and her hand landed on my thigh. I had never wanted to kiss anyone that badly before in my life.

“If you don’t let me kiss you, I may die,” I whispered.

“We can’t have that,” she replied, “I don’t want to fuck a dead guy.”

She raised her head and leaned toward me. I leaned into her, and just as our lips were about to meet, a voice spoke from nearby.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding all evening!”

“Janet!” Denise said with a start. “Hey!”

“Hey to you too,” Janet said as she sat down in the booth across from us. She grinned at me. “Oh, I approve! Denise has found a boy toy. Are we going to keep him?”

“As a pet?” Denise asked.

“Oh, I would love to keep him as a pet,” Janet replied. “Does he have a name?”

“Bob!” I said, waving feebly. “I’m Bob.”

“Like the hurricane?” Janet asked. Denise giggled.

“Yeah,” I said, “I blow hard and get you soaking wet.”

“I like him already!” she said, grinning at Denise. “What are you eating? I’m starved!”

“They only have munchies,” I told her. “The kitchen is closed down due to the hurricane.”

“Oh, shit, what about the bar?”

“It’s still open,” I assured her, then waved the bartender over.

“Can I get three of whatever they’re drinking, and a shot of tequila,” Janet asked.

“Seriously?” the bartender asked.

“Yes, but not all at one time. Bring the shot and one of whatever it is they’re drinking now, then bring another one every five minutes until I’ve caught up.”

“So, Janet is my best friend. She’s also going through marital problems,” Denise informed me.

“Oh, you guys have already advanced to sharing personal details?”

“We could all die tonight from the hurricane,” Denise explained. “So, we figured we would just get it all out then move on to fucking.”

“Oh, I like that plan! Can I join?” Denise said, leaning forward. As she did, her top fell open to reveal two large, naked breasts. She had to be at least a 36-D, with big, dark areolas.”

I gulped, and Denise giggled. I felt her hand slide up to my crotch and squeeze my boner through my shorts.

“Bob Jr says yes,” Denise blurted out.

“Oh, he does?” Janet asked, licking her lips. “Maybe I should ask him myself.” She got up and came around to our side, sliding in next to me, pinning me between the two mature women. Janet reached over and slapped Denise’s hand, then squeezed my cock. “Bob Jr, is it okay if I join you and Denise for the naughty shit you have in mind?”

She squeezed my dick several times, talking in a funny, high-pitched, cartoon-like voice, “Yes, of course, Janet, I’d love it!”

“Hey,” I exclaimed, “Bob Jr doesn’t sound like that!”

“He doesn’t?” Janet queried.

“No, he’s way more manly than that.”

“How does he sound?” Denise probed.

I spoke in as deep of a baritone voice as I could manage, “Yes, of course, Janet, I’d love it!”

“Oh my God, Denise!” Janet exclaimed. “Bob’s dick is black!”

“Oh, shit,” Denise chimed in. “You know what they say about girls going black!”

“He’s only brown,” I informed the women.

“What the fuck?” Janet exclaimed. “Forget it then. I wanted my first interracial fuck.”

“Sorry, to disappoint,” I said.

“Sigh,” Janet said. “Just make sure you don’t have to apologize for that tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll try my best,” I said.

“Stop staring at my tits,” Janet said, then pulled her top open, deliberately showing them to me.

“I said, stop staring at my tits!” She pulled her shirt all the way open, stood up, and called to the bartender, flaunting her boobs. “Would you tell Bob to stop staring at my tits?”

“Bob, stop staring at her tits,” the bartender called out half-heartedly.

Denise grabbed my face and turned my head to face her. Her breasts were also on display. “Here, Bob, you can stare at mine.”

“Damn,” I said, breathing hard. Janet still had her hand on my cock.

“He’s bigger than my husband,” she said informatively. “But, then I haven’t seen his dick in six years. I could be wrong.”

Denise slapped Janet’s hand off of me and wrapped her hand around my erection. “Hmmm, it’s hard to say without seeing it, but from what I can feel, he’s much bigger than Stan.”

Just then, there was a loud crashing sound. A patio chair had just slammed into the large window overlooking the pool. “Holy shit,” the bartender said, then ran outside and started bringing the chairs inside. I jumped up and helped him. The wind was whipping up like crazy. The palm trees that lined the pool were swaying back and forth wildly.

Two maintenance workers appeared from around the hotel’s side, carrying large plywood sheets and started boarding up all the first-floor windows.

The bartender and I secured all the remaining patio furniture, bringing it inside the bar. Denise and Janet had come over to look outside. The sky was a very dark gray with low hanging clouds that seemed to boil.

“Look at the beach,” I said, gesturing over the wall by the pool.

“I can’t see the beach,” Denise said.

“That’s my point,” I replied. “Come out here.”

The three of us walked out by the pool and stood by the retaining wall. The beach had mostly disappeared. The ocean level seemed to have risen way up so that the waves were leaving only a strip of sand, maybe thirty or forty feet wide.

As we watched, a massive wave crashed, and the water ran up the beach, lapping at the base of the wall. “Shit,” I said, “Maybe we should take the party up to my room. I’m on the top floor.”

“Good idea,” Denise replied.

We went back in got to-go boxes for all of the food. “Hey, can we get the drinks to go?” Janet asked the bartender.

“That’s against the rules,” he replied. “But, uh, you pay me, and I’ll bring a box of booze and mixers up to your room. I mean, hell, it’s not like you’re going anywhere.”

With that, we made our way to the elevator. When the door closed, things were awkwardly silent for about ten seconds before Janet said, “I’ve always wanted to have a hurricane party.”

“Well, this is your chance,” Denise replied, putting her arms around me.

“And a threesome,” Janet added, as she hugged me from the other side.

“Well, this is your chance,” Denise repeated. We all laughed until the elevator stopped.

Chapter 10

I turned the TV on. All of the local channels were talking about Hurricane Bob. It was still a long way off. Only the outer bands were affecting us, with tropical storm strength winds.

“At least it isn’t raining,” I said. A large gust of wind blew the curtains open, and rain started coming into the room. Janet was hit with the cold spray, and she jumped up to close the sliding glass door.

“So much for that!” she said. “Damn, now my clothes are all wet. What should I do?”

“Take them off?” I suggested, grinning sheepishly.

“I will if Denise does!” Janet replied playfully.

“I will if Bob does!” Denise added.

I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and tossed it on the chair, then ripped my board shorts open and dropped them, kicking across the room. I stood there, naked before the two older, mature women. They both eyed me lustfully.

“Oh my,” Denise cooed. “Yep, he’s bigger than Stan.”

Janet quickly stripped out of her clothes. She had a hot body, a little thicker and fuller than Denise, with wide hips, a hairy pussy, and big boobs. She laid down on the bed, and I realized that the maid must have come while I was gone. We had clean sheets on both beds and a set of new towels. I don’t know why that was on my mind as I stared at the naked body of the married woman I’d only met a few minutes earlier.

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