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Karımın benim neredeyse yarım kadar olan vücudunu altımda eze eze sikiyordum. İnlemeleri uzadıkça uzadı çırpına çırpına boşalacaktı birazdan. İnce uzun gövdesi orta boy göğüsleri dar kalçaları ile Balkan göçmenliğinin hakkını veriyordu. O kadar huzur dolu ve sakin idi ki benim gibi sinir küpü bir adamı bile sakinleştirmişti. Görücü usülü evlenmiştik bana iki çocuk verdi ama vücudu aynı incelikte. İş için bir haftadır saçma sapan yerlerde idim. Bunun azgınlığı ile ikinci postaya başlarken önce isteksizdi ama şimdi altımda çığlıklar ile boşalıyordu. İkinci postaları boşalmak bilmiyorum diye sevmezdi. Dudaklarımı ısıra ısıra orgazm oluyordu. Sert sikişmeme alışması zaman aldı ama şimdi dudaklarım dişleri arasında uzuyor tırnakları sırtıma batıyordu. İçine daha sert girmemi istermiş gibi beni kendine çekiyordu. Tam istediğim kadındı, evine bağlı, temiz, sözümden çıkmayan. Genç yaşta babalarını kaybetmiş bir ailenin kızı. İkinci postaya başlamak istediğimde yarın yapsak dediğinde vereceğim cevabı biliyordu. Bir sonraki seyahatimde Rus siker gelirim, yat şuraya çabuk. Arada orospuları sikmiyor değilim ama tekstil ve ihracat işinde iseniz müşterilerin doğal ikramı zaten.

Bu lüks ev, arabası ve huzurlu yaşam belki de hayal ettiğinden de fazlası idi ve bir dediğimi iki etmedi şimdiye kadar. Boşalmak için götüne sokmaya niyetlendim. Çok gürültü yaptık kardeşim duyacak dedi. On yıl önce yirmi yaşında idi evlendiğimizde ve dar götüne kalın sikimi sokmama önceleri izin vermemişti ama sonra bir hafta eve uğramayınca döndüğüm gün ağlaya ağlaya almıştı arkasına. Şimdi de kolaylıkla aldığını söyleyemem kalın sikimi. Evet ben seyahatteyken dört aylık bebeği ve sümsük kocası ile kardeşi bize gelmişti. Ağzı ile işini halletmesine izin verdim söylenerek. Kafasını yatağın kenarından sarkıtarak ağzına dayadım. Küçük ağzı kalın sikimi emerken en derine girebildiğim bu pozisyonu seviyorum. Aynı anda portakal iriliğindeki iki memesi de ellerimin içinde. Boğazı şişiyor sikerken. Canını yakmamak için daha fazla iteklememeye çalışarak böğürmeya başlıyorum. Boğazına akıttığım karım, nefeslenmek için biraz bekliyor. Döllerim midesine akıyordur.

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On dakika sonra duştan çıktığında ise yine zarif, zayıf ve cinsellikten kilometrelerce uzak bir kadınmış gibi yanıma kıvrıldı. Çoğu Türk kadınından uzun gövdesi benim bir doksanlık, doksanbeş kiloluk gövdemin yanında kayboluyordu. Elinde yine telefon. Ailesi ile bitmez tükenmez whatsapp yazışmaları ne oldu yine yat zıbar artık. Kardeşim sesiniz bize kadar geldi yazmış. Onlar da yapsın bizden izin mi bekliyor onun için de dedim. Kocası göğüsleri sütlü diye doğumdan beri yanaşmıyormuş. Kızın da canı yanmış bir keresinde. Karımla da doğumdan sonra acı ve kuruluk nedeniyle biraz zorluk yaşamıştık ama kayganlaştırıcı ve arka delik ile sorunumuzu aşmıştık. Haftada iki üç sikmezsem dayanamam.

Sabah kahvaltıda dertleri ortaya çıktı. Şu kızı bu herife vermeyin dediğim sümsük yine cimrilik derdinde. Düzgün gözüken bir ailenin eli yüzü düzgün oğlu. Bizimkiler de ona kandı. Ama hayat boyu ana baba parası yemiş, parası olmasına rağmen tüm hayatını beleşe getirmek için karakterini sıfırlamış bir salak. İlk gördüğümde anlamıştım. Bebeğe kıyafet lazım benden almaya gelmişler. Ulan harcadığınız benzin kıyafetlerden daha fazla. Sonradan öğrendim ki benzin parasını bile anasından almış öküz. Kazandığı tüm para ile salak salak ev alan ama götüne don almaya dışarıda iki lahmacun yemeye korkan bir cimri.

Karısı ondan salak hem de ablasının tersine iri yarı balık etli alık suratlı bir karı. Karı koca benzemişler birbirine beleş su desen yüz kilometre yol giderler. Neyse o gün siktir olup gittiler. Olan karıma oldu. Bağırıp çağırdım buraya cibiliyetsizce geleceklerine para gönder gözüm görmesin karaktersizi diye.

Ne mümkün bir hafta sonra yine bizdeler. Eve havuz yaptırmışsın görmeye gelelim. Karakterli olsa gelsin ama dert beleşe tatil. Gece iş yemeği diye geç geldim eve sarhoşum hayvan gibi. Öğlene doğru kalktım havuz başındalar. İçmeme kızan karım surat yaptı. Biraz bağırış çağırış ile susturdum. Havuzbaşı çocuk ağlaması çekilmez durumda. Hıyar damat da maç seyretmeye gidecekmiş, beraber gidelim dedi. İşim var diye siktiri çektim. İki saat gezip geldim tekrar eve. Karım ve kardeşi Menekşe havuzbaşında doğrudan odaya çıktım görünmeden. İkisi de mayolu. Menekşenin bir bacağı karım kalınlığında nerede ise. Cam kenarına laptopımı alıp oturdum. Bebek ağlaması yine. Menekşe sudan çıktı. Bebeği alıp göğsünün birini çıkardı. Aman Allahım sütten daha da irileşmiş memesi kocaman. Daha yirmi beşinde ve en az yüz santimlik memeleri bebeğin kafasından büyük sert sert duruyor. Bembeyaz peynir gibi bir vücut. Tam yağlı. Soyundum şortumu giyip indim havuz kenarına. Sesimi duyunca toparlandılar. Menekşe bir gömlek giydi sırtına. İlgilenmeden havuza atladım. Çıkıp yanlarına oturdum. Menekşe bir şey soracakmış sana diyen karım ben yemeği hazırlayım diyerek kayboldu. Belli yine sinirim tepeme çıkacak. Giderken de her şeyin meydanda düzgün otur dedi. Dar şortta kalın sikim yana kaymış yukarıdan gördüklerinin şişkinliğini taşıyor. Menekşe ona kıkırdadı demek.

On yıldır benimle korkarak konuştuğundan yine bana bakmadan korkarak başladı lafa. Yeni bir ev bulmuşlar temelden. Ulan dördüncü eviniz. Elli bin eksikmiş. Bankalar faiz istiyormuş. Aa ne ilginç ama enişte istemez di mi? Ziyaret sebebi benim parama faizsiz bir iki sene konmak yani. Almayın paranız yoksa ihtiyacınız da yok zaten dedim. Ağzına bir tane çakasım var damadın da bunları eve sokan karımın da. Bebek de ağlamaya başladı sinirim iyice tepemde. Emzir istersen dedim. Sonra hallederim dedi. Ağlamasın boşuna yukarıdan gördüm zaten nasıl emzirdiğini dedim. Oh az bir laf sokma bile rahatlattı.

Karım ile güzel bir gece kavgası. Ne yapsın kardeşi bir yanda bir yanda kocası. Sinirimi bilen anamın bu kıza bir fiske vurursan seni evlatlıktan kovarım lafı aklımda. Bazen bir tokat bir çok şeyi çözer. Kavga üstüne sevişmedik de. İyi dedim yarın gelsinler depoya. Vereyim amk. Öğlene doğru sözleştik. Onbirde depodan aradılar geldik diye. Ulan ben müşterideyim daha. Damat anamı otogardan alacağım oradan alışverişe gideceğiz o yüzden erken geldik dedi. Annesine TV aldıracakmış, yine akşam geri döneceklermiş. Borç veren benim dert eden benim. Para gelmedi bankadan. Bir iki saate gelir dedim. Ben de müşteriden çıkınca bir saate oradayım. Menekşe beklesin o zaman dedi. Tamam dedim şöförle gönderirim Menekşeyi sümsük damat beyimiz bir daha köprü trafiği çekmek istemiyormuş.

Depodaki ofisime geldiğimde karşımdaki Menekşenin alık alık soruları ile iş yapmaya çalışıyorum. Şerefsiz bir müşterinin yüzbin borcu var telefonlarıma çıkmıyor. Sekreter not bıraktı depodan bir iki çocuk kıyafeti atmış çantasına baldız. Karaktersiz karı toplasan elli liralık mal için beni de rezil ediyor çalışanıma, sinirden ağzını burnunu kırasım var. Bir yandan da Fransa seyahati yaklaşıyor karımla davetliyiz onu halletmeye çalışıyorum. Sinirden telefonu kıracağım şimdi. Ben de görmedim Fransa’yı dedi. Gidin dedim. Çok masraf dedi. Bize de bir davetiye çıkmaz mı? Sinirim iyice zıpladı. Piyango sanki amk. Kızım dedim bağırarak her şeyi beleşe getirerek yaşanmaz. Hele sizin gibi parası varken bunu yapmak cibiliyetsizlik. Ay hemen kızıyorsun üç kuruşluk bir şey sordum dedi. Üç kuruş ise dilenmeyin dedim. Kalkıp kafayı koyacağım şimdi. Ne çabuk sinirlendin ablam da söyler sinirli olduğunu dedi. Aa evet nedense beleşçi cimrilere sinirleniyorum. Karımdan da para tırtıklıyor geri zekalı ses etmiyorum. Bankadan para gelince çekin gidin ablanı da koydurmayın kapı önüne diye bağırdım sonuna bir kaç küfür ekleyerek. Ağlamaya başladı hanımefendi. Ben dedim zaten beni yalnız bırakma diye Aras’a sen para istersen daha fazla da verir dedi.

Oha öküze bak. Nevrim döndü iyice. Ulan ne çirkinmişsiniz lan karısını konsomasyona mı bıraktı ardında diye bağırdım tekrar. Suratı değişti yalancı ağlaması durdu. Öyle deme abi dedi sana güveni tam ama bir iki bin fazla iste sana hayır demez anlamında söyledi. Kızım bana güveni niye tam bilmiyorum ama ikiniz de mi salaksınız. Arkasında karısını bırakıp fazladan borç isteyenin karısına ne yaparlar bu devirde. Sizin para duyunca beyniniz de mi duruyor lan. Aman başkasına da yapmayın bu aptallıkları. Öyle mi düşünülür abi dedi tekrar. Zırlaya zırlaya. Ne düşünülecek ki salak karı dedim. Sizin beleş hayatınızı orospular yaşamak için yemedikleri kalmıyor lan. Kapı çaldı. Sekreter panik bir surat ile elinde para çantası bağırışlarım duyulmuştur koridorunun diğer ucundan. Bir şey var mı diye soracak oldu ona da bağırdım. Korkudan kaçtı.

Çantayı açtım yetmişbin. Beş onbeş de seyahat için istemiştim. Kaç isteyecektiniz benden yeni planınızda. Tekrar ağlamaya başladı. Ağlama lan dedim namuslu orospu, yaptığın orospuluk işte ha sikilmişsin ha sikilmemişsin söyle ne kadar. Elli beş iyi olur dedi sümüğünü çekerek. Bu kadar lafa ben beş kuruş almadan çıkardım ulan ne berbat bir aileymişsiniz. Ne diyecen sümsük kocana diye tekrar bağırdım. Yanına oturup onluk desteleri çantasına atarken. biraz güldüm abi lütfen dedim bir beş daha mı kaptım diyeceksin sonra enişte bey salak diye güleceksiniz değil mi? Cevap vermedi yüzüme bak lan diye kollarını sıktım. Aylardır sikmeyen kocan benim altıma mı gönderdi seni. Hayır abi deme öyle diye hıçkırdı. Bundan ben de emindim sadece ağır salak ve paragözdü ikisi de. Bırak gideyim. Kontrolden çıkmıştım artık. Kollarını hala sıktığımı fark ettim. Ne zaman ödeyeceksiniz bu parayı diye salladım vücudunu. Bilmiyorum abi dedi tekrar. Ulan siz adam sikmeye mi geldiniz buraya dolandırıcı mısınız? Borç isteyen adam gibi söyler altı ay bir sene diye. İki gülücüğe ablanın hatırına beni mi çarpacaksınız.

Aman bir sürü para kazanıyorsun niye bize de biraz vermiyorsun ki deyince film koptu bende. Ben kırkıma gelmişken hala ebem sikilip Eminönü piyasasının itleri arasında köpek gibi çalışmam sizin için mi lan diye sağlam bir tokat geçirdim suratına. Şok olarak yana doğru dönerek ağlamaya devam etti. İçimde bir iki tokat daha geçirmekten başka düşünce yoktu. Bir tokat için daha havaya kaldırdığım elim titriyordu. Uzun eteği yana doğru kıvrılınca koca götüne yapışmış sıcak havadan ve ağlamaktan hafif terlemesi altındaki çamaşır izini iyice ortaya çıkarmıştı. Yanında oturmuş halde suratına bir tane daha yapıştırmak istiyordum. Suratını kapamış ağladığından ortada olan koca kıçına yapıştırdım tokatı. Şeklini bozmadan durdu. Sinirden aklımı kaybetmiş gibi, ki daha önce de karıma laf atan bir lavuğu da nasıl dövdüğümü pek hatırlamam, tekrar yapıştırdım kıçına kallavi bir tokat. Abi yapma diye aynı pozisyonda ağlarken bir yandan da içi para dolu çantayı tutuyordu. Bir tokat daha geçirdim sert koca poposu titredi.

Senin de seni böyle yapan kocanın da kaynananın da hakettiği bu lan dedim. Bir tokat bir tokat daha atıp sonuncu da elimi geri çekmedim. Belinden kavrayıp vücudunu kaldırdım, beni bile zorladı ağırlığı, kalın bacaklarını kucağıma doğru uzattım. Şimdi annesinden poposuna şaplak yiyecek bir çocuk gibi kucağımda idi. Bir tane daha çaktım kıçına. Abi lütfen bırak gideyim diye çırpındı. Sus lan orospu diyerek bir tane daha. Her tokatta can acısından bağırıyor kaçmaya çalışıyordu. Dört, beş saydırdım kıçına tokatları. Parmaklarımla kıçına yapışmış eteği çekince pembe ince çamaşırı ve değirmen misali beyaz kıçı çıktı ortaya. İki tane de çıplak kalçasına çakınca tokatı kıpkırmızı oldu kıçının bir yanı. Bir eli ile eteği geri iteklemeye çalıştı. İnce pembe çamaşırı kıçında toplanmış tombul amının izi top gibi ortaya çıkmıştı. Kucağımdan çırpınarak kaçmaya çalışıyordu ama kalın gövdesi bile benim uzun güçlü kollarımdan kurtulmaya yetersizdi. Sol kolum ile belini sıkıca sarıp sağ dizimi biraz yükseltince kafası koltuğa gömüldü, dizimin hizasındaki kıçı yükseldi. Seri halde sert sert tokatlamaya başladım o da hıçkıra hıçkıra ağlamaya. Kolum yorulunca ara verdim biraz.

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Sikimi fark ettim, pantolonumu patlatacak durumda yumuşak göbeğine baskı yapıyordu. Kıçında beyaz bir yer kalmayana kadar tokatladım. Beyaz kalın bacaklarının bitiminde şimdi kızarmış parmaklarımın izi çıkmış kırmızı bir göt duruyordu. Ter içinde kaldık ikimiz de tokattan ve çırpınmalarından. Tombul amının çizgisi terden götüne yapışmış çamaşırından ortada idi. Kocaman tokattan kızarmış güzel bir göt ve tombul bir am. Kilolu bile olsa göçmen fiziği, gençliği götünü güzel gösteriyordu. Belini sardığım el ile bir ucundan diğer elimle de öbür ucundan tutunca kolaylıkla yırtıldı çamaşırı. Abi etme kurban olayım dedi. Tekrar kaçmayı denedi. İki tokat daha çaktım götüne. Sus lan orospu diye bağırdım tekrar. Elimi tombul götünün arasına attım. Hafif terlemiş ama kuru bir amcık. Hala çırpınmaya çalışıyordu altımda. Ensesini sıkıp yastığa gömdüm çırpınması azaldı. Götünü tokatlamadım eze eze avuçladım. Kendime gelip bıraktığımda boğulacakmış gibi nefes nefese ağlamaya başladı. Çırpınma amına koduğumun diye tekrar bağırdım. Kapalı bacak arasına tükürüklediğim parmağımı attım. Cildi kaygan ablası gibi, kocaman ama biçimli götü. Etli bir ama dokundu parmağım dışı hala kuru. Bacaklarını kasmasına rağmen elimi araya sokmayı başardım. Bacaklarını kasmasından parmaklarım acıdı. Yine de bir parmağım içine kaydı bile. Abi etme dedi tekrar. Darmışsın orospu ne zamandır sik yemiyorsun. Cevap vermedi sadece ağlamaya devam etti.

Çırpınmalarından bacaklarını kasmasından zorlanarak bir kaç gir çıktan sonra parmağımın ucunda o tanıdık ıslaklığı hissetmeye başladım. Daha rahat girip çıkıyordum. O da abi dur lütfen diye ağlamaya çırpınmaya devam ediyordu. Tombul amcığını avuç içi ile ezdikçe refleks olarak kalçası yukarı kalkıyordu. Tokattan kızarmış dev kalçaları kıpkırmızı arasına tamamen girmiş kalın elim. Amcığını görmek istiyordum karının. Kucağımda çevirdim ve hızlıca altından çıkarak dizlerinin biraz üzerine ata biner gibi oturdum üstüne. Doğrulmaya çalıştı. Tokatı gösterince vazgeçti. Amcığı şimdi hemen elimin altında ve gözlerimin önünde idi. Elim önden daha rahat çalışacak. Ağlamaktan ve tokattan kızarmış suratı karşımda elleri ile yüzünü kapatmış hıçkırıyordu hafif hafif. Pantolonun fermuarını ve düğmesini açınca yarağım rahatladı biraz. Ablasının amı ile hiç ilgisi olmayan şişkin bir tepeciğin altındaki etli geniş amcığı karşımda idi. En az iki haftalık kıllar ile çevrili. Koyu pembe dudakları arasından sanki yıllardır sikilmiş gibi hafif dışa taşmış bir amcık. Ama kusursuz kelebek gibi. Saatlerce yalanır. Avucumun içini dolduracak kadar büyük. Önce çevresini okşayıp bu sefer iki parmağımı saldım içine. Karımın amcığı gibi avuç içimde kaybolmayan içini dolduran bir amcık. İrkildi. Islaklığı ile yarıya kadar rahatlıkla soktum parmaklarımı, bir elim ile gömleğinin düğmelerini açtım. Altında dar bir atlet. Sikecem şu giyim tarzını. Memeleri belli olmasın diye kat kat. Çıkar üstündekileri diye bağırdım. Tepki vermedi. Atleti iki elim ile çekiştirdim. Amından çektiğim elim ıslak. Elleri ile engel oldu. O iki dev memeye ulaşmadan işim bitmez. Kalktım üstünden. Doğrulmaya kalktı. Yat oraya yoksa yarak manyağı yaparım seni dedim. Yarak korkusu ile pozisyonunu bozmadan durdu. Bir eli ile çıplak bacakarasını kapamaya çalıştı kıvrıldı.

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Aradığımı bulup tekrar aynı pozisyonda oturdum üstüne. Pantolonsuzum şimdi. Bu sefer gözleri kapalı kafası yana çevrili. Yine benden aldıkları atletlerden bu. Sinirim tekrar yükseldi. Makasın soğukluğu tenine değince gözlerini açtı. Kıpırdama batırmayayım bir yerine. Korkudan büyümüş gözleri ile atletini boydan boya kesmemi izledi. Kesip ikiye ayırmam bitmesine rağmen gözleri hafifçe aşağıda idi. Önü açık çamaşırımdan yarağımın başı çoktandır dışarda. İyice şişmiş mor başı ile ona bakıyordu. Ablası gerdekte gördüğünde şok olmuş, kızlığını alma yarım saat sürmüştü. İçindeki sütyen önden çıt çıtlı emzirme sütyeni. O çıt çıtı da açınca dev beyaz göğüsleri iki yana yayıldı. Elleri ile kapamaya çalıştı. Boğazını sıkıp yüzüne yaklaştım. Sikerim o ağzını da yana koy ellerini. Üzerinden doğrulduğumda onun elleri yanda benim bir elim ise amının çevresinde idi. Göğüsleri yüzlük değilmiş yüz onluk. Yakından dev beyaz bir top. Uçları cildinden beklenmeyecek şekilde koyu kahve. Cildi pırıl pırıl. Heyecanlı nefes almaları yüzünden inip kalkıyorlar. Am dudaklarını aralayıp bir parmağımı sonuna kadar soktum. İleri geri yaparken içini eziyordum amcığının. Diğer elimi memesine attım. Aman Allahım sert içi silikon dolu gibi sanki. Uçlarını sıkınca yapma abi dur dedi tekrar. Belli ki hassas bir yerini yakaladım. Avuç içimi yalayıp göğüs ucunda daireler çizmeye başladım. Göğüs ucu da kısa sürede avuç içime batmaya başladı. Uçları gerçekten dut gibi uzadı. Göğüs uçları demek zayıf noktası. Amının içindeki parmağımı çıkartıp am dudaklarını aralayıp bızırını buldum. Ablasınınki bir nokta gibi iken bu tombul karınınki ufak bir bilye gibi ortada idi. İki parmağımın arasında okşadım. Ağlaması durmuş gözleri kapalı kafası yana çevrili zorla nefes alıyordu. Üzerine eğilerek bir memesinin dillemeye başladım. İçindeki elim ile hem bızırına bastırıyor hem de içinde acımasızca ileri geri geziyordum. Teslim olmuştu nihayet veya yarak manyağı yaparım tehdidi işe yaramıştı.

Dakikalarca sürdürdüm bu saçma pozisyonda karıyı parmaklamayı. İçindeki sular avuç içime doluyordu. Islak avcum amına çarparken çıkan am suyu sesleri arasında sol memesinin ucunu dillemeye devam ettim. Alt dudağını ısırıyordu. Bir süredir bacakları iki yana açılmış vücudu hareketsizdi. Elim rahat çalışıyor üzerine abandığımdan donumdan taşan sikim bacağına batıyordu. Abi dur diye bağırdı. Ama bu dur sesini parmağımı saran amcığı ve titreyen göbeği dinlemedi. İçindeki parmak sayısını iki yapıp amcığının içini ezmeye başladım bir elimle de meme ucunu. İki eli ile yüzünü kapayıp hıçkıra hıçkıra boşaldı altımda ses çıkarmamaya özen göstererek. Kalçalarının hafif hafif yükselmesini tombul am dudaklarının açılıp kapanmasını seyrettim. Göğüs uçları gözümün önünde irileşti. İçinden çıkardığım parmaklarım birbirine yapışmıştı am sularından ama daha güzeli sıktığım memesinin ucundan damlayan süt damlaları idi.

Üzerinden kalktım masanın üzerindeki suyu kafama diktim. Yan dönmüş eteği ile kıçını örtmüş duruyordu. Bacaklarından tutup kendime doğru çevirdim, şaşkınlıkla çırpındı. Bacaklarını katlayarak kanepeye bastırdım karıyı iyice ve arasında yerimi aldım. Abi hani bir şey yapmayacaktın dedi. Öyle bir şey demedim diye bağırdım. Yarı oturur gibiydi. Katladığım kalın bacakları memelerine kadar yapışmış top olmuştu vücudu. Yapma abi yakma ikimizi de diye tekrar ağlaması başladı. Sikim taşlaşmış onu mu dinleyeceğim. Am sularından parlamış kabarık bir amcık gören taşlaşmış bir yarağım var. Sikim zaten kalın ama bu durumda bana bile mor başlı bir canavar gibi gözüktü. Beynimde kan yokun tanımı buydu. Tamamen ortaya saçılmış etli amcığının karımınkinin neredeyse iki üç katı olan dudakları açılmış yanakları kan dolmuş ortadaydı. Tombul amcığının başına değdiğimde abi lütfen kıyma bana dedi. Sanki Türk filmi tecavüz sahnesi. Boğazını sıkarak kanepeye yapıştırdım. Öyle sikeceğim ki seni bir daha kimseden para yalvarmayacaksın orospu. Aç ulan gözlerini diye suratına yaklaşıp bağırdım. Öpeceğimi zannetti herhalde dudağını kaçırdı.Boynundan kavrayıp kafasını kaldırdım. İki kat olmuştu. Bacakları göğüslerine yapışmış. İçine girecek yarağa yakından bakıyordu. Bak bakalım nasıl girecek amcığına koca yarağım. Abi dur dedi tekrar. Başını sokmuştum bile. Islak sıcak. Amcığın kavradı bak hemen ne zamandır sik yemedin lan. İçine giren yarağıma ağlayan gözleri ile baktı ama cevap vermedi. Havaya kaldırdığım tokatı görünce bu sene yapmadık abi dedi. Ulan temmuz bitiyor. Hamilelik filan derken yani yedi sekiz aydır yiyeceği ilk yarak. Biraz daha itekledim. Abi dur yerine yavaş acıyor dedi şimdi. Acır. Ben bile rahat değilim. Islaklığa rağmen gerildi am dudakları. Kaçışı olmadığını anlamıştı. Gözlerini yine kapamış bana ve yarağıma bakmıyordu. O kadar parmaklamaya boşalmaya dardı yine de amcığının içi.

Niye yavaş orospu kocanın yarağı daha mı küçük. Cevap vermedi. Ben de kökledim. Evet kökledim. Dibinde bir yerlere çarpınca bağırdı. Tombul am dudakları sanki sikim ile birlikte içe doğru toplandı. Yapma dur abi çok acıyor dedi durmadım. Kendimi kaybettim. Başına kadar çıkardım köküne kadar vurarak siktim bir süre. Her vuruşumda acı ile bağırdı suratının şekli değişti. İyice açtığım bacak arasında yarağımı köküne kadar vurduğumda etli kasıklarına yapıştım. Kalın bacaklarına parmaklarımı geçirdim. Şap şap ıslak ete çarpma sesleri gelmeye başladı. Bir süre sonra itirazları durdu kafası yana kıvrıldı. Şimdi altımda koca beyaz bir et parçası halinde idi tepkisiz. Bir iki dakikaya sakinledim ben de. İçinde kalarak tekrar yan çevirip yatırdım kanepeye ben de üstüne yattım. Deminki top olmuş halinden rahattı. Bacakları hafif açık kıpırtısız altımda iken sert dev memelerine kafamı gömdüm. Hareketsiz ölü gibiydi altımda. Kalçalarımı oynatarak hafif bir tempo ile sikiyordum. Amcığı ne kadar dar karnındaki sezaryen izi doğumun doğal olmadığını gösteriyordu. Dışını gören geniş bir amcık bekler oysa. Sıra ile uçlarını dilledim memelerinin. O tepkisiz ama göğüs uçları doğal tepkisini verdi. Uzadı dikleşti. Sikişim sakinleştikçe ben de sakinleştim. Amına sikimi batırdıkça doğal ıslaklıktan çıkan sesler geliyordu. Ablası gibi değil daha yoğun bir ıslaklık var amında. Ne güzel sarıyordu sikimi.

Bir sinir krizi anında karımın salak kardeşini sikiyordum. Daha iğrenci tecavüz ediyordum. Göğsünden boynuna çıktım sakince yaladım. Yine göğüslerine indim. Boşalmamak için, içinde bir süre hareketsiz durdum. Kulağına eğildim. Sikim büyük mü geldi dedim. Cevaplamadı. Alt dudağını ısırmış ses çıkarmamaya çalışıyordu. Yediği tokat, yediği parmaklar, kalın yarağım ile çektirdiğim acı ve tecavüz şokuna rağmen amı ıslak ve göğüsleri dikleşmişti. Dakikalardır sikiliyordu. Karmaşık bir durumdaydı ve inlememek için direniyordu. Fransa’ya birlikte gidelim mi ister misin? Bir yandan memesini okşuyor bir yandan kalçamı çevirerek içinde gezdiriyordum. Tecavüz pişmanlığı içindeydim ama yine de asıl istediğim bu genç dolgun vücudu biraz daha eze eze sikmek her yerini morartmaktı. Yine cevap yok. Tempomu artırdım ve iki elimle kavradığım memesini dillemeye başladım. Sikim dibinde bir yerlere değdiğinde acı ile açıyordu gözlerini. Meme uçları zayıf yeri. Hafifçe inleyip sustu yine. Devam ettim dillemeye. Çok kısa süre içinde dilimin ucuna taze ılık süt tadı geldi. Tekrar dibine kadar yerleşip kalçalarımı oynatarak gezdirdim içinde, boynuna çıktım. Cevap vermedin dedim. Evet dedi nefesi aniden boşalarak. Hangisine dedim sikimin büyüklüğüne mi Fransa’ya mı. İkisi de dedi ikisi de. Nihayet bir tepki alabilmiştim. Bir bacağını kanepenin kenarına atarak hızlandım içinde az evvel süt gelen memeye tekrar yapıştım bir memenin ucunu sıkarken diğerini emiyordum. Kocanın yarağı bu kadar yok mu dedim. Yok dedi. Daha da hızlandım, sevdi mi amcığın bu yarağı. Cevap vermedi. Başına kadar yarağımı çıkardım darbeli sokmaya başladım. Tekrar sordum evet diye bağırdı. Bacakları havada rahatlıkla çarpıyordu taşaklarım vücuduna. Artık tutmuyordu kendini inlemesi kesik kesik bir ıhlama. Ucundan süt damlayan memesini okşadım. Emdim çocuk gibi. Ağzımın içi süt ile dolmuş kenarlardan sızıyordu memesine. Abi çok büyük, büyük diye inliyordu. Elimi kalçalarına indirip az önce tokatladığım sert dolgun götünü avuçladım yapıştık birbirimize tekrar memeye saldırdım. Kalçaları kocaman ama genç ve sert. Hep iki yana sarkık duran elleri ile başımı kavrayıp memesine bastırdı iyice. Bir bacağı bana dolandı. O da katılmıştı artık bu sikişe. Kafam kadar memesinin içine nefessiz gömülmüş kedi gibi dilleyerek süt içiyordum. Parmak uçlarım ile göğsünü sıktığımda süt fışkırıyor. Sessiz sessiz nefesi kesilerek inliyordu.

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Abi bittim ben diye inledi. Köylü lan bu karı bittim ne demek. Belime sardığı bacağı titriyordu. Amının diplerinde de aynı titreme. Memeden ayrılamıyordum. Dilimi iyice bastırdım aynı anda da yarağımı. Taşaklarımın sırıl sıklam olduğunu hissediyordum. Amının girişi kalın sikimi sıkıyor, dayanılacak gibi değil. Yeter abi demesi üzerine bir iki git gel yapabildim sadece. Titreyen, yarağımı kavrayan amcık işini görmüştü. Sanki birileri taşaklarımı sıktı içimden fışkıran döller bitmek bilmedi. Ben durunca içimi yaktı dedi. Terli ve ağzımda süt emdiğim meme bir süre kaldım. Sikim inmedi. Yıllar sonra çıkarmadan devam edebilir miyim diye düşündüm. Çalan telefon için omzumdan itekledi. İçinden çıktım. Kocam dedi. Eniştem yeni geldi dersin deyip dik duran yarağımı gösterdim. Hala açık duran bacaklarının arasından döllerim süzülüyordu. Güldü ilk defa. Gömleğini sütyenini alıp elinde telefon tuvalete doğru yürüdü. Yerdeki kıyafetlerimi alıp depodan bir atlet bir külot getirip tuvaletin kapısına bıraktım. Kanepenin bir minderi döl ve am sularından renk değiştirmişti. Silip ters çevirdim. Şöförü çağırdım. Makyajını yenilemiş giyinmiş halde çıktı. Konuşmadık hiç. Para dolu çantayı aldı gitti.

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gördüm bereyi çıkartıp iç tarafından sağ ve sol kısmına güzelce tutturdum arkasından aşağıya doğru ayarlayıp taktım peruk gibi olmasada aynadan baktığımda güzel duruyordu bitek makyaj kalmıştı daha önceleri kendi kendime sadece ruj sürmüştüm oda taşırarak zaten yatak odasında baya bakındım ama annemin makyaj çantasını bulamadım en son yatağının başındaki camın kenarında annemin eski makyaj çantasını görünce bi ohh çekip hemen içini boşaltım yatağın üstüne kuru bi fondaten azda olsa kırmızılığı gitmiş pembeye dönmüş bir ruj bir iki tane göz kalemi allık vardı ilk önce yüzümü komple fondotenledim ve cildime iyice yedirdikten sonra sıra ruja gelmişti istediğim gibi ateş kırmızısı ruj olmasada biraz fazla sürünce açık kırmızımsı rengine kavuşmuştu taşırmadan sürene kadar baya uğraşsamda herşeye rağmen iyi gidiyordum göz kalemini biraz kalın çektim yanaklarımıda bol bol allık sürünce amatörde olsa etkileyici bir makyajdı sıra ayaklara gelmişti ama annemin topuklu ve diğer ayakkabıları dış 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kapının anahtarı üstünde olduğu için saçımı kurutuyom aç kapıyı gel diye seslendim oda girmişti zaten artık kapı kapandığında nerdesin len diyince annemlerin yatak odasından burdayım üstümü giyiniyom sen salona geç geliyom dedim istersen dvdyi film vardı galiba içinde dedim dedim nası çıkıcam diye cesaretimi toplamaya çalışıyordum içten içe acaba ne dicek derken tvden sesler gelmeye başlayınca filmi başlatığını farkettim bi süre daha bekliyim biraz tahrik olsun dedim 4-5dk sonra hadi len ne kurutuyon bu kadar diye seslenince yüreğim azıma gelsede geldim geldim diyip son kez derin bi nefesle cesaretimi toplayıp aynaya bakıp ve üstümü başımı som kez düzelttikten sonra şimdi gözlerini kapat ben oraya geldiğimde aç diyince aççaksın dedim zar zor yeminler ettirdim en sonunda ikna oldum kapının kilidini açtım ve yavaş adımlarla salona doğru asilce ve kadınsı bir yürüyüşle ilerliyordum salona geldiğimde kendim gözlerimi kapatıp şakın açma gözlerini diyip kendi gözlerimi kapatıp şimdi sana aç dediğimde aç gözlerini ve beyenmessen eğer hiç Bişey söylemeden gidebilirsin dedim tamam deyince aç dedim bende açtım gözlerimi Bilal direk ohaa dedi bu ne hal lan yuhh artık tanımasam bilmesem seni yabancı derim acayip olmuşsun oturduğu koltukta kala kaldı bende etrafımda dönüp nasılım sence güzel olmuşmu doğruyu sölye ama bak dalga geçmeden dedim bianda kalıp şöyle elimi tutup 360derece bi süzdü beni arkma geçip kollarını omuzlarımdan aşağı salarak parfümümün kokusunu resmen içine çekiyordu ayakta kalmıştık arkadaman iyice yapışmıştı bana onun altında eşortman olduğu için eteğimde dar olduğundan arkamda sertleşmeye başladığı hissediyordum ufaktan bende kalçalarımı geriye doğru çaktırmadan yaslamıştım bende iyice tahrik olmaya başlamıştım ama çaktırmamaya çalışıyordum dayanamayıp hadi ama oturalımda filmi izliyelim dedim 3lü koltuğa oturdu bende kolaları koyuyordum bardaklara sırtım ona dönük şekilde doldururken bardakları eteğin yırtmacının olduğu yer etek dar olduğu için biraz eğildiğimde iyice geriliyordu tüm hatlarımı sergiliyordum ona ve bundan zevk alıyordum resmen kolaları doldurup yanına oturduktan sonra bacak bacak üstüne atınca gözleri resmen bacaklarıma kitlenmişti filmi izlemeye devam ederken filmin sahnelerinden iyice sıcak basmıştı Benin’de bilale baktığımda artık eliyle eşortmanın üstünden penisini düzeltiyordu çaktırmadan benimde iyice artık ağzım dilim kurumuştu yutkunmaktan bilal bianda elini bacaklarımın üstünde gezdirmeye başlayınca o anki heycandan nabzım iyice yükselmişti yavaş yavaş artık bana yaklaşmaya başlamıştı bende biraz daha yakınlaştıktan sonra tam kafamı sola doğru çeviriyordumki benden erken davranıp boynumda bi sıcaklıkla dudaklarını ve nefesini hissetim nazik ve sakince öpmeye başlamıştı bile o an kadınsı bi şekilde içimden inliyordum resmen benimde artık içimdeki volkanlar taşmaya başlamıştı bluzun üstünden göğüslerimi sıkmaya başladığında bendede ipler kopmuştu artık gözlerimi kapatıp nefesine doğru dudaklarımı götürdüğümde deliler gibi sevişmeye başlamıştık eşortmanın önü iyice kabarmıştı elimi tutup eşortmanın üstünden erkekliğine götürdü okşamamı istiyordu bi süre okşadıktan sonra…. devamı bianda

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My Sister’s Hot Ass Ch. 03

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I finally awoke the next day in a daze. The remnants of last night’s little “situation” remained on the crusty sheets of my bed. Ugh. I’d deal with it later. I looked over at my shoulder and saw that Kyla was nowhere to be found. Oh man, I hope she was okay with last night otherwise this would be really fucking awkward.

I yawned and stretched for the ceiling as I climbed out of bed, stepping my way to the mid-morning sun. Nice and warm. Thoughts began to flood my brain as I did my morning routine. I came on my sister’s ass last night. She really made me cum. My own big sister gave me an assjob. Wow.

What was I gonna say to her?? “Hey, Sis thanks for the jagoff back there! Really needed it!” Ugh. This was a mess, and not just the jizz stain on these boxers.

I slipped on some clean boxers and made my way down the hall and downstairs, the sound of morning cartoons wavering through the house. Kyla was lounging lazily on the couch, scrolling on her phone.

I tried to tiptoe past her into the kitchen, carefully watching her. She looked up from her phone and caught sight of me, our eyes made contact for a split second before looking away quickly.

I didn’t say a word as she feigned interest in changing the channels. A few seconds of silence lingered before she spoke.

“So…”

“Yeah… so…” I awkwardly echoed.

“Last night was… interesting.”

“Yeah,” I coughed, “interesting.” I shifted uncomfortably against the kitchen counter before I talked again, I need to say something. “Thanks for the… ahem… relief, back there.”

She took a moment before she grinned. “Yeah, of course!” Kyla got up and made her way over to the stove. She was wearing a pair of boyshorts that hugged her waist nicely in the morning sun. I once again was fixated on her ass again as she walked by. Man. My dick was just between there a few hours ago.

She rotated the knob on the stove and grabbed a spatula. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

“Ya hungry?”

***

I think I might have severely underestimated Kyla’s cooking abilities because she really knocked it out of the park. A table with plates full of crispy bacon, poached eggs, and blueberry muffins lay ahead of me. Or at least it did, as it didn’t last long against both of our hungry stomachs.

I laid back in the chair, patting my stomach like a big ol’ panda. “That was fucking amazing, Sis. Where’d you learn to cook like that?”

“Oh, ya know, culinary arts. I told you that you should’ve taken that class. That way you’d be able to cook for yourself dummy.” She teased.

“I can cook for myself!” I retorted. “I make some pretty mean ramen noodles, alright? Besides, why learn to cook when I have a perfectly capable, hot girl to make it for me?” I joked.

“I don’t know, cuz it’s the 2020’s and I shouldn’t have to cook for men at this point?” she rolled her eyes and smiled. “Be progressive thinking, brochacho.” She shot finger guns at me.

I laughed at her joke heartily. “Whatever you say, Sis.”

She stood up and arched her back.

“Woof. All this hard work in the kitchen made me tired!” she shoved her dirty plate onto mine. I looked up at her and she cheerfully raised an eyebrow, “You do the dishes!”

“Whattt, whyyy?”

“Cuz I made you a whole ass breakfast ya ungrateful bastard.” Kyla gestured to the sink. “Get to it.”

“Psh, no thanks.” I laughed and stood up, starting to make my way back to the living room.

“Hey! Where you going??”

“The living room. I’m not doing that.”

She huffed and crossed her arms angrily. I could sense her brain thinking furiously as I flipped through the channels of tv.

“Oh, Jaaaaack.” She said in a sultry voice.

“What,” I replied without looking.

“If you do the dishes for me, I’ll let you have some of thisss.” She sang.

“Some of wha?” I looked over and saw a sexy little sight. Kyla bent over on the kitchen counter, her boyshorts pulled down just enough for me to see the roundness of her asscheeks hang over the waistband. Her cheeks were jiggling up and down as her back arched and accentuated her form.

I needed to get myself some of that. (Again.)

“Wanna rub me up again Jackie?” she pouted. “I think ya do” she winked. “If you wash all those dishes for me, maybe I’ll give you some of this ass for your widdle dingy.”

She slapped her ass, sounding crisp and sharp. My boxers stirred. I sighed longingly. She knew what I wanted. And she knew exactly how to get me to work for it.

I almost half crawled over to the counter. I reached for her ass and she quickly pulled up her shorts and backed up.

“Ah-ah-ahhh” she waved her finger. “First you wash the dishes. Then you get some of this.”

I groaned frustratedly, flopping my way over to the sink. “Fine…” I pouted.

Kyla giggled. “That’s a good boy Jackie! I’ll come by to check your progress in a bit! Stay focused.” In a flash, she pulled her shorts down again, jiggled her ass, then pulled them up and skipped off down the hall, her la-la-la’s Escort echoing through the house.

I stared at the wall for a second. Welp. Dishes time.

***

After a solid 40 minutes worth of washing dirty pots and pans in the tiny kitchen sink, the line of dishes finally came to an end. I’m sure I would have gotten done much earlier had Kyla not insisted that I put them away too after she discovered that I had finished so quickly.

But at last, the final fork was put into the silverware drawer.

Ugh. My hands were still pruny, and I was sweaty from rushing around. At least it was finally over with. I went over to the living room and fell face-down onto the couch, exhausted. I groaned and sat up, starting my journey through the channels once again.

Kyla came out of her bedroom and skipped into the kitchen again. “My-my little bro! You’ve quite outdone yourself this time.” she golf-clapped. “I suppose it’s time for your reward.” She said.

“Agh, finally.” I sighed.

She giggled and walked over to me. I reached up to pinch her ass and she slapped my hand away. “Tsk tsk, naughty boy. No touchy-touchy from you from here on out. Got it?” she said sternly. I tilted my head and glared at her in exasperation. “Whatever.”

“Good!” she chirped. And with that, she turned her body and aligned herself in front of me, her backside facing me. Those asscheeks were just mere inches away from my face, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

Slowly, she lowered her butt into my lap. I watched as the boyshorts stretched under the volume of her tender glutes. Finally, she sat down on my lap.

She looked back at me and smiled innocently. “Is this seat taken?”

All I could do was watch helplessly as her ass scooted backward into my crotch. My dick was already standing erect at attention, eagerly awaiting her. “Oop!” she feigned a surprised tone. “Looks like it is already taken! There must be someone back there” she giggled.

“You could say that” I groaned.

Her butt started to grind in a circle in my lap, massaging my dick through my boxers. The tv continued to play quietly in the background as my sister gave me an assjob.

I held my arms on the head of the couch, reaching down to grasp for her hips. Once again, my attempts were met by a quick slap on the wrists. “No-no little bro, no touchy” she replied as she continued her assault on my cock.

She looked back. “Although” she teased. “He does look a little strained in there, don’t ya think?”

I nodded powerlessly.

“I think so too, let’s loosen him up a little bit!”

I felt her hands reach backward to my waistband. I lifted my hips and she swiftly pulled them down for me. My cock boinged free of its cage. I immediately felt the sensation of soft cloth on my dick. I moaned in pleasure. Kyla looked back at me and smirked. “You like it don’t ya?”

I nodded again, feeling the soft cloth hug around my cock and stroke me closer to cumming. I could feel warmth travel up and down my dick as Kyla increased her grinding efforts. Her hips twerked up and down, straining the fabric with every movement.

“Goddamn sis, you twerk well.” I struggled. “Could be a stripper with that ass and grind technique if you wanted.”

“Eh, I’ve thought about it,” she breathed. “Not my thing! I mean who would wanna lapdance for a man with a Hawaiian shirt and a Rolex.”

I laughed through my breaths. “With an ass like this–” I quickly pulled down her shorts, freeing her glorious buttocks, “you could be making Rolexes worth of money.”

This time I was not met with a slap on the hands, but a playful, breathy laugh. I groaned even louder as my dick once again found its home in Kyla’s warm asscheeks.

My dick leaked precum once again, and I was close. “Don’t stop, Sis…” I groaned weakly as my cock slid back and forth through her juicy ass.

“I don’t plan to,” she smirked devilishly. She sped up her efforts tenfold and I felt my cock reach enlightenment as the cum came rushing up my dick.

I took one last look at Kyla’s ass bouncing before finally I shot my load everywhere. I felt my balls drain and an electric feeling shoot up my nerves as I emptied. Fuckkkk. That was amazing.

I groaned and lay back on the couch, bonking my head on the headrest as my body recoiled in ecstasy. Kyla stood up and wiped a bit of cum off her now red asscheeks. She studied it curiously for a bit before popping her finger in her mouth. She gulped. “Tasty! Hope there’s still more for me later.”

Kyla bounced and waddled off with her shorts around her ankles like a penguin as I tried to regain consciousness. Cute, I thought.

After I showered up and wiped scrubbed all the dried cum from my abdomen, I retreated back into my room to play some video games. The evening rest of the evening was relatively quiet, despite the loud gunshots from my video game reverberating throughout the walls of the house.

Once the sensation of having to go pee became too overwhelmingly large, I finally logged off my Escort Bayan game and hurried my way to the bathroom. I finished up my business quickly and flushed the toilet, passing by Kyla’s room on the way to mine.

I stopped by her doorway and watched her at her desk as she applied makeup. She was watching a beauty tutorial on her laptop, brushing her face as she caught sight of me. “Howsit going, lil bro?”

“Just a bit bored,” I replied honestly.

“Well go somewhere else and don’t bother me, why don’t ya?”

“Isn’t that your tenth layer of makeup?” I teased. “Maybe if you applied a few more the circus could hire you as a clown!”

“Oh shut up,” she replied unphased, continuing her brushstrokes under her eyes. “If you had any more hair on your balls then maybe they’d hire you as a monkey, too.”

My stomach growled. “Hey, I’m gettin kinda hungry…”

“I’m not cooking dinner, Monkey.” She said shortly. “And I’m getting kinda hungry too.”

“I don’t expect you to, ya wanna grab a bite to eat?”

She looked back at me. “Yeah! Let’s go!” she popped up cheerfully.

I followed her downstairs and out the door. We grabbed her keys and walked over to her car. “I’ll drive.” I offered.

“Good cuz wasn’t really planning to,” she snorted. She tossed me the keys and we climbed in. The car got running and soon we were making our way down the street as the sun hung low in the sky. I rolled down the windows and felt the cool evening breeze run through the car.

I looked over at Kyla as we sped down the highway, her head tilted back out the window, long blonde hair streaming in the wind. She was wearing a low-hanging black tank top and tight blue jeans. I admired her beautifully sculpted face gleaming in the golden hour for a second before I finally swerved to avoid a mailbox. We passed by tens of shops and motels before finally making it into town. The light of the golden arches of McDonald’s gleamed like a beacon in the evening sky. I cruised up to the drive-through and screeched to a halt as we avoided the car in front of us.

“Nice driving there, slick. We only almost hit twelve lampposts on the way here.”

“Not my fault. I need new glasses.” I held my arms up in defense.

“You have 20/20, Mom told me.” She laughed accusatively.

“Yeah, like 4 years ago maybe. I don’t know it’s been a while. Aaanyways, whatcha gonna want?”

“Let’s see.” She peered up at the menu ahead of us. “Just a cheeseburger and a

strawberry shake.”

The car in front of us pulled forward and slowly lead us to the speaker box. A nervous voice cracked over the speaker. “Welcome to McDonald’s, h-how can I help you?”

“Ummm, yeah I’ll take three chicken sandwiches, a cheeseburger, a strawberry shake, and a lemonade.”

I waited a few moments. “Alrighty, anything else, sir?” the voice croaked.

“That’ll be it,” I replied.

“Twenty-seven ninety-nine at the window, thank you.”

I eased on the gas and the car lurched forward again. Kyla giggled, “He sounded nervous.”

“Fast food ain’t no joke.” I smiled.

Our car reached the window and the sliding glass rolled up. A pimply-faced high schooler with a headset greeted me. “That’ll be twenty-seven ninety-nine” he stuttered.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out four crumpled five’s and handed them to him. His shaking hands cautiously grabbed them and sifted through the money as he counted under his breath. “Look’s like you’re about eight dollars short.”

I patted down my pocket’s at my sides, looking for my wallet. “I know I took it with me, where is it?”

I continued my search for my wallet under my seat as Kyla rolled her eyes and sighed. “You’ll have to excuse my little brother, he’s a little slow.” She said through a sarcastic smile. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a five and some loose change. She leaned her body over mine to hand him the change, her boobs pressing against my chest. She smiled at him and handed him the change as he nervously grabbed the change.

Once again he counted quietly, “Thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three forty-four– you’re still a dollar fifty-five short.”

Kyla remained over me, a pondering look on her face. I looked over at her ass in those tight jeans. She looked good in this position.

“Still a dollar short huh? Will, this… change your mind?” Quickly pulled at the cleavage of her tank top and her perky tits popped out, one even landing on my chest. She beamed a charming smile as her tits hung freely.

The boy’s face turned bright red. He threw the remaining change in the register quickly and handed the meal to Kyla. “E-enjoy your m-meal!” his voice cracked through his sheepish grin. Kyla pulled up at her top and grabbed the meal.

“Thanks!” she sat back and I quickly pulled forward.

“What the hell was that??” I said stunned as I turned back onto the freeway.

“Negotiation.” Kyla giggled biting her lip.

“He can negotiate with my fist later yeah.” I ventured.

“Oh relax Bayan Escort Jack, these tits aren’t just for you she shook her head naughtily. “Besides, if ya ever wanna see them, all you gotta do is ask!” Once again she pulled her top down to flash me as I swerved the car again.

“I swear to God, Kyla…” I muttered.

“Hey, let’s eat this at the park. I wanna watch the sunset!” she smiled.

I pulled headed down the road and made a left up the hill to Oaktree Park. It looked deserted except for a few couples with dogs running back to their cars for the evening. I looked for a secluded spot in the trees before finally finding one atop the hill, away from everyone else.

I parked the car and eased my seat back as Kyla ruffled around the bag. I took a moment to admire the scenery. The skyline shone a brilliant golden brown over the miles of treetops across the valley. I could see a few housetops spew bits of smoke from their chimneys. The spot was nice and secluded. Perfect!

I looked over and watched as Kyla munched on her burger. She looked at me and gave me a thumbs up as she tried to catch the mustard from dripping on her pants. I sifted through the bag till I found my chicken sandwiches and immediately got to work.

After a while I had finally finished up my food, clapping the crumbs off my hands. Kyla sipped on her shake meekly as we watched the sun disappear over the horizon. “So pretty…”

“Not as pretty as you, my love.” I faked a Shakespearean accent. We laughed and sat there for a bit, enjoying the scenery.

“You think I’m pretty?” Kyla inquired solemnly.

“Yeah, of course, Sis. You’re fucking beautiful!” I reached over and gently caressed her cheek. She shifted and leaned against me.

“I appreciate it, Jackie,” she said. “Not so bad yourself either.”

I smiled for a second and shook my head to laugh after remembering the incident a few minutes ago. “I still can’t believe you flashed that poor kid.”

“Hey, I almost got us a free meal there. Next time, I’ll just get straight to the point and show em to avoid the whole dollar short thing.”

“You better not.” I looked at her sternly.

“Why’s that? You jealous, Jackie?” she grinned. “Can’t stand another man seeing my titties?”

“I… no…” I lied and looked away.

“Don’t want anyone else to see these?” I looked over and saw Kyla fondling her bare chest, her tank top hanging loose yet again. “C’monnn Jackkk. Ya know you want them.” She teased in a babying voice.

“Yeah so maybe I do,” I admitted, my mouth drooling a bit.

“Well, how about a front-row seat show for them?” Kyla placed her knees on the car seat and leaned forward, her chest dipping into my face.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I said before Kyla smothered her chest in my face. I quickly reached for her voluptuous mammaries, massaging them with my finger as I felt around for her nipples. Her breasts were soft and tender, not too big but just enough to fill your hands. I let my hands explore and trace around her chest, pressing my thumbs against her cute little nipples. Kyla moaned in response.

She wiggled her chest from side to side, causing me to motorboat her as her tits bounced against either side of my head. God. If I could just stay here in this moment forever.

I continued my circular motion on her beautiful breasts, in tune with the upward and downward motion that Kyla was making with every breath she took. I looked up at her, her head tilted back and her hair streaming backward as her breaths were strained. She looked back down at me for a second before noticing the tent I had pitched in my shorts.

“Ooo!” She licked her lips. “Is that for me?”

“It’s all yours, Ky.” I grinned. She leaned over me and kissed my neck heavily as I felt her unbuckle my belt. She continued working her way down my torso with her smooches before finally reaching my shorts. She unzipped them and quickly pulled down my waistband, my cock springing free.

“Awww, he looks a little pent up, don’t ya think?” she babied me, reaching a hand around the base of my dick.

I breathed sharply through my teeth. “Yeah. He might be.” I breathed.

“Well…” Kyla leaned down. “Let’s relieve him, of a little pressure.”

Without another sound Kyla popped my dick in her mouth, I groaned loudly in the car, the windows now rolled up. Hopefully, nobody would catch us. It was already darkening, it didn’t matter to me though. My attention was focused on my sister sucking my cock!

Kyla slowly lowered her mouth further, around 2/3 of my dick. She coughed a bit, gagging as she licked up and down my frenulum. I reached down as best I could to grab one of her breasts, trying to continue my booby assault. After no luck, I looked over at Kyla’s jeans while her head bobbed up and down on me. I rotated my torso a bit to angle myself better. I reached both hands over on either side of her jeans, edging down her waistband. I jerked forward and pulled down her jeans revealing some neon green panties that gave me a sexy outline of her waist.

I leaned back once again and enjoyed the feeling of her circling my dick with her tongue for a moment. Carefully I reached my hand under her tummy and made my way to her underwear. I crammed my hand into her panties.

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The Story of Master McBride-Part 3One of the boys said grab him in which the other two immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and d**g me into the woods. I struggled but knew that it was helpless as these were boys who were on the football team and were much stronger than I. Once we were back in the woods a ways, I hear the click and the sound of a Polaroid camera taking pictures. I turn quickly hearing the same sound in which the lead boy has a camera and has the camera pointed at me. The other boys are holding the earlier pics and laughing. “You can’t even tell he’s a boy” says one. The other responds with “he’d be a better girl”. I looked at the ground as the pics were falling in front of me. As the pictures became clear, my naked body became visible. I bent over to pick them up and heard the camera clicking and buzzing behind me as more pictures were taken. I suddenly was pushed from behind and fell to the Escort ground with the naked photos of me surrounding me. “What should we do with him?” I hear one ask. I listened to them as they discussed different ideas but when one picked up the pictures and said that he wanted to take them and hang them around the school, I began to plead for them not to do this. And then I said it. “I’ll do anything!” I plead. “Just don’t show them to anyone else.” Little did I know what I just did. “So you’ll do anything?” One of them asked. “Yes, just don’t show them to anyone else” I pleaded. “Okay then, pick up the photos from the ground with your mouth then!” one said. I began to crawl across the ground to each picture and as I bent closer to pick each up, I could hear the familiar click and motor of the camera, and then would see another picture drop to the ground. The first few photos were of me as I walked Escort Bayan down the path with the small towel wrapped around me, then pictures of me after I had fallen and was lying on the ground on my back looking at the camera. I was ashamed because it almost looked like I had posed for the photo like the girls did in my dad’s porn magazine. Me on my back with my legs apart looked as though I was trying to show off. Some of them you could barely see my tiny penis and scrotum through my freshly grown batch of hair. Then I got to the newer photos hitting the ground. Their I was again, but now on my hands and knees holding my butt high in the air with my anus now clearly visible. I quickly turned my head at the guys and was met with another click and whirl of the motor and another photo fell to the ground. This one had me looking at the camera with my butt showing. The boys were all laughing Bayan Escort now when one of the smaller ones climbed on my back and told me to crawl around as though I was his horse. I did as asked crawling around in the dirt slowly, when all of a sudden, I felt him slap my butt cheek and tell me to go faster. He kept slapping my butt cheek harder and harder in an effort to get me to go faster, in which I tried to comply. Then, I felt something enter my anus. I reared up and tried to get out from under him but was unable. The other boys started laughing telling him that he had to try to stay on for eight seconds or he was going to be naked next. The boy continued to wiggle his finger in my anus which made me jump around like a bull at the rodeo. He suddenly jumped off in which I immediately stood up. The boys then again began to laugh at me, pointing at me. I then realized, that I was now standing in front of them with my first erection. And even more embarrassing, was that I had a little slime hanging from the end of my slightly larger penis. The boys began to comment about me liking what happened, and in fact, deep in my heart, I did. (continued)

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10 Creative Pandemic Dates That Will Take You Arou

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10 Creative Pandemic Dates That Will Take You ArouHas date night has taken a back seat during the pandemic? You’re not alone. With the normal options for a couples’ night out largely unavailable and quarantine bubbles making it tough to schedule a Saturday night sitter, the usual ways to reconnect tend to be off the table. A date night at home is more doable, but with peoples’ homes now serving triple-duty as living spaces, home schools and offices, it can be tough to reimagine them as romantic venues – which means that time together can end up being pretty blah. (Is it possible to hit the end of Netflix?)“If you’re in a healthy relationship, use the down time as a way to reignite romance and reconnect with your partner. Think about it: before the pandemic, when was the last time you had dinner together, communicated without being in a rush, or had this much literal time together to explore each other emotionally and sexually? Use the time you have to grow and date each other again, even if it’s indoors,” says Sujeiry Gonzalez, a New York-based romance writer and educator. “This pandemic isn’t going anywhere any time soon, which is why we need to continue to date and keep connected. We just have to get creative on how we do so when dating.”How creative are we talking? If you loved to reconnect on romantic trips and are lamenting that your U.S. passport is mostly useless at the moment, try touring the world without leaving your sofa. Put in a little work and watch how you reap the rewards – both in terms of you own mental health and your partner’s happiness.Take It Easy In the Big EasyIf you’ve Escort been craving some Cajun cuisine but aren’t quite ready for Mardi Gras-level crowds, you can bring the flavors to you. Order the World Famous Hurricane Mix from Pat O’Brien’s (add the signature glass if you want to get fancy with it) and sip on them while you await the takeout from your favorite NOLA-inspired eatery.You can’t go wrong with a shrimp po’ boy, gumbo and blackened catfish. Then top off your meal with the infamous beignet mix from Cafe du Monde. Engage all your senses with a big brass band playlist in the background; if you close your eyes, you’ll swear you’re on Bourbon Street, if just for a second.Escape to ParisGrab your picnic basket, a picnic blanket, a charcuterie board (you can make your own, or pick one up from a gourmet grocery store if you want to #TreatYoSelf) and a bottle of your favorite bubbly for an outdoor date with some je ne sais quoi. Bring your bluetooth speaker and cue up a Parisian-themed playlist to truly set the vibe.Take A Bite Out of the Big Apple”My wife and I took a trip to N.Y.C without leaving our living room,” says Matthew Larimore, a Columbus, Ohio- based client data analyst. “We ordered Brooklyn-style pizza from Domino’s, watched the movie Serendipity, and we had “Big Apple” pie with Serendipity-brand frozen hot chocolate ice cream to finish things off.”Lunchtime at homeCREDIT: GETTY IMAGESAround the World in 80 MuseumsTo make a virtual rendezvous feel a little more special than your average Zoom meeting, “my date ‘scouted’ museums that were allowing virtual access or viewing Escort Bayan and for each painting we looked at we traded off telling stories – the funny version of the paintings history we made up, or a story it made us think about in our lives,” says Michael Donnelly, a Chicago-based marketing consultant and founder of FWD (For Women & Diversity) Collective. “He sent wine and chocolates via delivery ahead of time so we both drank and snacked and laughed … It was impressive.”Foodie Scavenger HuntIf you’re down for exploring your hometown, AmazingCo hosts “Mystery Picnics” in 35 cities across the country. Choose your location and receive a “scavenger hunt” list of clues that will lead you to pre-paid pickups at local eateries, plus other fun ideas for your route and conversation starters to ensure a fun connection worthy of The Bachelor.“It’s proving to be the perfect way to stay connected – both to the people that are important to us and the communities we live in,” says AmazingCo. co-founder and CMO Nick Brozovic. “Small businesses who have been impacted by COVID and are doing all they can in a difficult environment. And we’re doing all of that in a COVID-conscious way, since it’s a small group activity and mostly outdoor-based experience.”Balling on a budget? Surprise your beau with a DIY scavenger hunt complete with your local eateries. Make it sentimental by including places meaningful to you, such as the location of your first date and dessert from your favorite sweet spot.Fun Date IdeasCREDIT: GETTY IMAGESLeave It to The ProsJust don’t have it in you to plan something Bayan Escort fun? Hand the reins over to Happily Co., who will deliver curated home date night experiences directly to your inbox (or delivered to your doorstep, if you opt for the company’s Datebox).“My husband and I have a subscription for Happily Co. and one month they sent us a cruise ship escape strategy game,” says Kandice C., a Houston-based wellness consultant. “It came with materials and online clues. We also had a recipe that we cooked together. We enjoyed it more than we thought we would!”“When you have k**s and you’re trying to work from home, it’s difficult to carve out time with the person you love most,” says Happily Co. co-founder and CEO Brett Kolomyjec. “The DateBox is a built-in reminder. It’s a great way to try something new and spend time together and it’s budget-friendly, which is great for parents who don’t have to worry about hiring a babysitter.”When You Want to Splurge“My fiancé’s birthday took place around the time restaurants were first beginning to open up, but we didn’t want to risk it. My friends and I have a great relationship with private chef Lauren Owens, so I figured, why not surprise him with a meal cooked by a professional -it had been a while!” says New York-based digital content creator Aisha Beau Johnson. “I didn’t think he’d be able to top that for my birthday, but he did by tapping our friend and sommelier, Charles Springfield. He came to our apartment and treated us and a friend to an amazing at-home wine tasting. Just because we’re stuck indoors didn’t mean we needed to give up on unique experiences!”Cook with Italian GrandmasIs there anything more delicious than homemade pasta? 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The Princess and the Pauper Pt. 11

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We awaken to the sound of my cell phone.

They closed on a 2-story fixer upper.

I text Ben: I have a house to renovate, 437 River Street. Please meet me.

Reply: pick me up after class, or should I take the bus.

I text Ben: Get an uber I’ll pay.

Chantelle and I go for a leisurely breakfast then to the house to begin restoration plans.

We’re slowly making our way through the gorgeous Victorian home, compiling 2 lists of requirements; structural, and cosmetic.

Ben arrives, he hollers.

“Hey Dad, I’m here.”

We meet him in the front foyer.

“Ben, this is my girlfriend, Chantelle. Chantelle, my son Ben.” They nod and shake hands.

“I paid the uber. You owe me $12.”

“Don’t you own a car, Ben?” Chantelle asks.

“No, I walk to school, bus sometimes when the weather’s inclement; it’s ok, it’s not as bad as dad had it when he was young.” Ben chuckles.

“It’s only uphill one way, and I guess we don’t get as much snow these days.” He taps Brian on the shoulder. It’s obvious they have a great relationship.

“I plan my dates around mom’s schedule and use her car. I’m hoping to make enough money this summer to buy a reliable one.”

As we wander through carefully inspecting everything.

“Well, it’s mostly cosmetic Ben, you interested in working the majority of your summer here.”

“Dad, restoring old houses is awesome. I’m in.”

“I bought it under the new company, ‘BenBri Homes’. I’d like you to become my partner.”

Ben smiles and nods, looks like he’s fighting back tears, as they do the quick man hug, with a fist bump on each other’s back.

“This became possible because of a loan from Chantelle’s company.”

Ben and Chantelle seem to be getting along well; I wouldn’t expect any less, they’re both very sociable. Whenever I’m preoccupied in thought, or writing, their chatting about life. I always envied people who could multitask like that; being able to flip a switch back and forth, being 100% focused on more than 1 thing.

We meander through discussing options, sharing ideas; after a couple hours, we pretty much settle on a plan.

“Will you join us for supper tonight, Ben?” Chantelle asks.

“Sure, I’ll text mom.”

On route to Chantelle’s, I ask.

“How’s things going with you and Maureen, Ben?”

“Getting serious Dad, I’m pretty sure she’s the one; we’re so happy being together all the time. That’s gonna be the biggest change come summer, not being with her every day.”

“Well, maybe you can, if she wants to work, we’ll have plenty of cleaning, painting, lots of stuff she could do, working with us on the house.”

“I’m done exams Wednesday, she’s done tomorrow, Grad is on Thursday.”

“Great, I’m staying at Chantelle’s now, so you have a choice where to sleep, your mom’s or my apartment.”

“Mom and Cassie aren’t getting along; it’s really bad these last couple days, fighting all the time; your name has come up often; I think I’d like to move out.”

“Guess we might be to blame for that.” I look at Chantelle we exchange knowing smiles.

“Ya we recently crossed paths; Sharon expressed an interest in us hooking up, I refused, Cassie got jealous.” I embrace and kiss Chantelle.

“We’re serious about exploring our relationship.”

Chantelle gets a text. She sighs.

“Cliff saw the Dr. it’s not his, he broke up with Becky and needs a place to stay.”

“I’ll get him a hotel room, and sort this out tomorrow.”

Chantelle true to her word, she books a hotel room and texts him back.

I pull in the drive, pushing the remote, opening the garage.

“Wow, who’s vehicles?”

“There mine Ben, you’re welcome to use the Jeep, Brian’s claimed the ‘Vette, when not needing his truck; the Benz convertible is my favorite, the Mustang was Cliff’s.”

“Really, for real, I can drive it?” I nod, he’s got a huge smile.

“So cool.” Ben jumps in.

“Wow.”

We enter the house, Chantelle takes Ben’s hand, leads him to the back patio doors.

“Ben, the pool house is there, that’s another option, to stay.” Chantelle points.

“It’s yours, if you’d prefer it escort over the apartment, you can eat with us, commute together. If your dad agrees, I’m ok if you have sleepover guests; maybe Maureen.”

She gives me a very seductive smile.

“Your dad makes too much noise at night; you wouldn’t get enough sleep in here.” She chuckles hugging my arm, peering up at me mischievously.

“Well; I will admit we’re generally loud, and I might be to blame occasionally, but I assure you Ben, it’s not my voice that generally pierces the night air.” I spank Chantelle’s backside, as we all chuckle.

“Go check it out,” Chantelle taps the back of his shoulder, “what would you like tonight; pizza, Greek or Thai?”

“Thai please.” He says as he jogs across the deck.

Ben returns shortly.

“Wow, that’s so cool, a mini home, and i can eat with you guys, i don’t have to cook?”

“I’ll be hiring a cook, and a maid. So, it’ll be like a free hotel.”

Chantelle tosses a set of keys to Ben.

“Take the Jeep, go get Maureen, I’d love to meet her.”

“She’ll be studying, she’s adamant about graduating with straight A’s.”

“Ben, she has to eat, and it doesn’t have to be all night, at least text and ask her to join us for Thai.”

Ben takes out his phone. texts her.

“Ok, but only for an hour she says.” He leaves.

They’re back before the food arrives.

Maureen bounces in, giggling about something, a beaming smile, her blushing, dimpled cheeks, eyes sparkling.

Imagine going through a Hollywood celebrity magazine and putting together a person choosing the best, most stunning, alluring parts.

Start with Marilyn Monroe’s body, add longer, thick, wavy blonde hair, down to the lower part of her back. A rounder face, much like Selena Gomez, dimples on full cheeks, tiny, upturned nose, full sensuous lips. Large, Miley Cyrus, bright blue eyes. A natural, no make-up style wholesome gal.

Add a vivacious, charismatic, bubbly personality. Humble, friendly, extremely intelligent, and very caring. That is a quick description of Maureen.

I’m astounded, standing beside each other, the similarities; she could easily be Chantelle’s daughter, or younger sister.

She has on a pair of tight, red gym shorts and a white and red striped cotton halter top; she opens her arms for a hug.

“Hi.” Chantelle hugs her, as Ben introduces them.

“Hi, Brian, Ben told me about the project, I’m excited to help.”

Doorbell rings, food arrives, we parade to the kitchen table.

“This is a gorgeous mansion, Chantelle.” Maureen compliments, as she takes plates and utensils from Chantelle and distributes them.

“I inherited it from dad. I’ll give you both a tour after we eat.”

“My rooms outside,” Ben chuckles.

“What?” Maureen gives him a quizzical look.

“Ya, I can stay in the pool house, it has a murphy bed, shower, fridge, stove, tv, even a murphy table; it’s just a cool little mini house beside the pool, we can go midnight skinny dipping.” He wiggles his eyebrows and delicately kisses Maureen.

Maureen emits her charming, sweet giggle.

“Ahh, you may reconsider that Ben, there’s security cameras, EVERYWHERE.” I add chuckling.

After the tour, Ben takes Maureen home.

“Brian, you need to share your sexual wisdom with Ben right away.” She lights a joint, I put my arm around her, she snuggles against me on the sofa.

“I told Maureen we agreed it was alright for her to stay with Ben in the Pool house.”

“She confided they’re both still virgins but have made plans to copulate next week.” She takes the weed.

“I outright asked Maureen, what knowledge she has; Brian they’ve done some online searches and intend to explore.” She twists to look at me.

“I was forthright, told Maureen, I’m willing to explain how to guide Ben, you need to explain to Ben, how to communicate with Maureen, so they don’t fumble and bumble like we did.”

“I will when he returns.”

“Good, I also have an idea how to get them started right. There’s no reason they should miss out on quality sex when we can pass along the secret.”

We finish the escort bayan roach and have a make out session.

“You can offer Cliff my apartment, we’re both going to be here. That way when you kick me out, I’ll have a place to go without the hassle of looking for a new place.”

“Oh, I doubt you’ll ever go; my spell is especially hard to break.”

When Ben returns, I go to the pool house with him. I spend at least an hour explaining how he needs to put Maureen on a pedestal and set his desires aside until he fulfills hers. The importance of being honest and communicating what, where and how to touch each other, for maximum pleasure. It was an easy conversation, as they already had several intimate discussions, viewing anatomy pictures and researched relationship requirements. I was impressed with his knowledge, and their academic approach.

I return to the house to find Chantelle, laying on the bed in a sexy red negligee.

“Ok, we had the father son chat, he was extremely receptive, it wasn’t awkward at all, they’ve already been communicating well.” I undress and lay beside her. I admire our naked bodies in the ceiling mirror.

“I texted Maureen, we have a gal’s spa day after her exam tomorrow, and I made reservations for supper Friday.”

She moves my hand to her breast.

“Lights dim. Fire on.”

“Ok, let’s make some noise daddy, give me that big hunk of meat.” Our mouths attach, her fingers wrap around my pecker. She uses one hand on my balls and one tenderly twisting, tugging my stiffening shaft. Chantelle kisses my nipple, her tongue teases, licks, before her teeth gingerly bite my nipple.

“Damn that’s great.”

She slowly tongue bathes and kisses my chest, meandering lower, continuing the tongue bath, until her mouth envelopes my member, her fingernails lightly scratch my ball sack. One fingernail delicately tracing the valleys of the wrinkles in my ball sack, another nail follows her sucking lips up scraping the underside of my cock. Damn it’s erotic; I moan as she deep throats the majority of my meat. I reciprocate with my fingers toying with her pussy lips.

Her right hand starts a prostate massage, the tantalizing trifecta is impossible to resist, and I grunt.

“HELLL YYAAAA GET IT BABE.” My eruption begins filling her mouth. Chantelle sucks and swallows, not slowing, not stopping, not letting a drop escape.

“WOW, the student has become a master.” I comb my fingers through her wavy, locks. She looks up at me with a Cheshire cat grin.

“Your turn master,” she splays herself across the bed.

“HMMM, love to.” She assists in removing the negligee. Piling a couple pillows, she leans back against the headboard, legs yawn wide. I dive in face first.

“BBLLLLRRRRBBBBBLLLLLUURRRBBBB” I give her a side-to-side, face wagging, lip flapping, motorboat, across her labia, her legs bend, her hands on my head she lets out a belly laugh.

“Gawd, I love your craziness.” She caresses my head, fondles my earlobes; her legs stretch out.

My hands on her boobs, lightly squeezing, her nipples already hard, I turn them like I’m adjusting radio knobs, fine tuning the station and volume.

My tongue making tiny circles on her inner thighs, as I nibble my way up, my nose guiding me, narrowing in on the sensational scent of delicious female secretions. I use my lips to tug her slim, fleshy flaps, when I get a grip on one, my tongue tip slides along the edge. I try getting both at the same time, to suck on them, it’s a challenge, like lowering a claw in a vending machine to grasp a stuffed toy. I abandon that activity, her delicate lips are too tiny, and slick, but the exciting effort is worthwhile.

Chantelle is crooning a melody of moans. Her fingers are partnered with mine, as I caress, squeeze roll, my fingers on her tits, her fingers are right there, on top of mine, like she’s learning Braille through my fingers. I leave her hands over her tits; I drag my nails down Chantelle’s abdomen, she moans louder; she’s as ready to erupt as I’ve ever known.

I kneel, lifting her legs in a wide V. I maneuver my hips, so my cock head touches her delightful bayan escort taco like labia, I press, forcing the underside of my dick against her wet slit. Moving so my purplish cone rubs between her labia, up and over, teasing her clit, she’s rolling her hips, moaning. Both our hips thrusting, my dick slides along her vulva.

Chantelle’s arching, adjusting her hips, trying to devour me into her vagina. I’m fucking her labia, my hard shaft squashed between us gliding along her sopping lips.

My hands still on her ankles, I arch my back, roll my hips, adjusting my angle, I press in, barely moving, just giving her my mushroom tip. Knowing the majority of female nerve receptors are nearest the surrounding edge of the vagina opening.

Several short, shallow strokes, my crown spreading her open, then exiting, repeating the constant contact of little more than her labial lips.

“Oh, fuck do it Brian, put it in, fuck me, I want all of you inside me.” Her nails raking my back, moving lower tugging my butt cheeks, pulling me to her.

Her hips thrusting upwards wanting me deeper inside. I mirror her movement, when she thrusts, I withdraw, teasing her, keeping only my tapered cone inside.

“Ohhh Mmyy GAAwwd Briiiaaaannnn,” she begs, her eyes pleading. Barely more than a whisper.

“Fuuck mee Daaaddeee, pleeeze give me all that big stick.”

I let go of her legs, she keeps them high and wide. My right thumb toys with her clit, left thumb teasing, pressing her butthole. I unhurriedly slide my shaft deeper, slow, steady, purposely angled for full contact against her g spot; she begins to shiver, uttering loud guttural sounds.

“Yeeesss, fuck me.” I push further, holding still, forcing her hips into the bed. I take a full second to withdraw, another equally slow insertion, a pause, creating a fierce desire in her.

“Mmyyy gaaaAAHHhwwd thaaat’sss ssssoooo gguuuuuddd, Aaaahhhhh.” She begins her climax. I’m barely moving, she is heaving her hips.

“OOOHHH PLEEEZE, FUUCK MEEEEEE HAAAARRRRD.”

I begin a steady, medium speed, a couple strokes a second, relentless, full stroking; her hips meet mine, mashing mounds, we move in unison.

“Faster, harrrderrr.” With our combined rhythmic motion, she continues to orgasm. I push my thumb past her sphincter, increasing my hip action to rapid thrusts, she cries out.

“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!” I feel sharp pangs of nails raking my back.

I speed up my assault fucking her as fast as physically possible, maintaining full strokes. I try to yank her nipples from her tits, she flinches and wails.

“OOOHHHH FUUUUCCKK YYYAAAAAAHHHH.” Peaking with another climax. Jerking, whimpering, groaning through several more continual orgasms when I spew my hot sperm.

“OH YEESSSS, OOHHH TTHAATSSS SSOOOOO GUUUUD! AHHHHH” She has a tight grip on me, bucking wildly, her hips thrashing against me.

“OOHHH MMYYYY GGAAAAWWWWD YYYAAAAAassssss.”

She falls limp. I roll us onto our sides holding her tight.

Sometime during the night, she turned as I awaken to us spooning, my arms around her one hand holding each tit. We have an erotic make out session before showering and going for breakfast.

Maureen and Chantelle genuinely bond, connecting like a close mother and daughter, or twin sisters, while at the spa.

We are dining at fine hotel restaurant on Friday, during desert Chantelle lifts her champagne flute.

“To our favorite kids; may tonight be the beginning of a fulfilling, fantastic, forever, relationship.”

She tosses a key card to Ben.

“Please make a concerted effort to pleasure each other fully. The room, room service, champagne, anything, everything, is on my tab; go wild, stay naked for at least 2 days.” We all clink glasses.

We had a wild weekend as well; Chantelle received her first anal fucking, followed soon after with her first squirt.

Epilogue: {for now;} I may continue this story in the future.

Cliff moved into my apartment, prepaid for 3 months and Chantelle had him open his own bank account and transferred $5000. She emphasized; that was all, to stay out of her life.

Maureen moved into the pool house. They are engaged, intend to get married as soon as she graduates business college. Both continue working as partners at BenBri homes.

Cassie and Sharon no longer live together.

Oh; and we’re expecting a girl in 2 months.

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Summer Vacation Housesitting Pt. 01

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This is my first time writing anything like this so I appreciate any feedback! This story is inspired by “The Long Weekend” by Fantasypron, but I wanted it to be much more of a slow burn type of story and have my own twists. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy!

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Mom pulled up to the suburban mansion and put the vehicle into park. “I know you’re an adult and everything but please be responsible and don’t go overboard Alexander,” she chided me, being sure to use my full name for emphasis.

“I know mom, I’ll be fine.” I huffed, hopping out of the SUV and wandering up the drive as she pulled away. The towering house loomed over me as I made my way up to ring the doorbell.

I was greeted with a smile by my longtime best friend, Nate, as the door swiftly opened and he beckoned me in, excitedly hefting my overnight bag inside as I took in the opulence of the home that I had just entered.

Nate was my oldest friend, we had grown up on the same street and been friends since as long as I could remember. Now grown into college aged men, we were markedly different, and followed different paths, yet remained close as ever throughout it all. Nate stood a looming 6’4 and towered above me with his lean, athletic build. He was going to college out of state on a full ride football scholarship and he had a shaggy brown mane and gleaming smile that would deftly swoon any of his womanly peers. I, on the other hand was a more average college student, and possessed a wiry frame with sandy blonde hair that would look more at home surfing at the beach, and prominent blue eyes. In contrast to Nate, I was more scrawny, somewhere like 5’9 and 150 odd pounds sopping wet.

We were ecstatic at the opportunity we had been presented with; since Nate had been at college out of state and I was attending a local school, we hadn’t gotten the chance to hang out much in recent months, and our recent hangouts had been limited to the virtual world of video games and such, on the dwindling chances when time permitted between studies and various commitments, which lacked the realness of getting to hangout in person. Now, however, summer break had rolled around and Nate was offered to house-sit his affluent uncle’s mansion for much of the summer when he was away on holidays. This fortuitous opportunity was presented with free-reign from Nate’s uncle who bore a lax rule on things, and as such, Nate had invited me to stay with him at the mansion and help with the house-sitting process.

“Uncle Tanner said we can do anything we want, have a few parties, drink his booze, whatever, so long as the place is clean, and still standing when he gets back.” Nate relayed with a chuckle.

“This is going to be sick!” I remarked excitedly, and Nate brought me in to select a bedroom. The wealthy uncle had a large house, yet as a bachelor there were several spare rooms to choose from. I set my stuff down in a leftover room adjacent to one where Nate seemed to have made himself at home and he set about giving me a tour.

“Down this hall there are several spare bedrooms, I think one is converted to a sort of library and another an office, and at the end of the hall is the master bedroom,” Nate explained as we peered into each of the well-furnished rooms. “I picked one of the spare rooms, would have felt weird staying in the master suite as that is my uncle’s domain and there are plenty of rooms to spare.” Nate remarked and I agreed with him. The tour continued where I saw much more of the fancy house including a beautiful kitchen and living space that reflected that of a tasteful, affluent bachelor, and would have made any interior decorator proud. But the basement was what really excited us, there was a theatre room with every gaming console and movie you could dream of, as well as a living space with a wet bar, pool tables, games and everything you could fancy having in a rich house, along with a beautiful reading nook with a stunning winged back leather chair.

“He calls that his whisky drinking chair.” Nate relayed amusedly.

The tour continued with more panache as the backyard was revealed; extraordinary landscaping topped off with what we really cared about, a gargantuan hot tub and stunning swimming pool area equipped with an equally illustrious patio and barbecue setup.

With the tour complete we headed back inside, and I was awash with excitement at the possibilities that awaited us. Nate was planning to stay here almost the entire summer, and I was going to stay for two weeks planned but the invitation was already open to remain longer if things were working out. Congregating in the kitchen area Nate headed for the refrigerator and reached inside.

“Beer?” He asked, handing me one at the affirmative.

“We’re getting started early?” I inquired with a chuckle.

“No time like the present.”

“We’ve got plenty of time though, and it’s only a Monday,” I bantered as I cracked my beer, escort “It’s hardly past noon.”

“I don’t see you complaining there, plus I figure we’re on island time.” Nate smirked.

“This is no island.” I laughed as Nate smacked the kitchen island and pointed at it.

“Island right here.”

We sipped our drinks and laughed heading out to hang by the pool deck.

“We’re gonna go a little overboard our first day and then pay for it tomorrow and then repeat that cycle and it’s going to be good fun,” Nate said, leaning back in his lounger by the pool, “That’s my plan anyway, do try and keep up. I think it’ll be great, and maybe we can throw a party next weekend. The world is our oyster for the next few weeks, maybe beyond so we best get to enjoying it. Not often we get an actual break like this.”

We sipped beers, played games, and hung around in a casual manner sharing many drinks, and it felt good to slip back into the friendship I had been missing while Nate was gone. Eventually, my smaller stature bit back at me and I couldn’t keep up with Nate’s drinking pace, so I decided to call it a night. Promptly crashing into the bed I had claimed earlier and finding sleep almost immediately.

The next morning, we congregated in the kitchen area to consume a quick breakfast and lament our hangovers. We killed the day in the sun snapping around a football and then cooling off in the pool. Evening rolled around before I knew it, and a few more beers were consumed with an adeptly barbecued dinner, afterwards we kept up our imbibement and headed to the theatre room where we took to gaming, reliving some split screen nostalgia on his uncle’s xbox 360.

After a few more wobbly pops and a natural break in the game Nate stood and declared, “I know my uncle has a stash of weed in here somewhere and that he’d be cool with us having some, I’m going to go find it.”

“Ok.” I replied simply.

I wasn’t one to often indulge in the green stuff, but once in a while wouldn’t hurt, plus I figured I was in a pretty safe environment to do it if I didn’t have the greatest reaction.

Nate returned after a few minutes looking mischievous with his hands behind his back. “I have acquired the stuff.” he declared and displayed it, and I followed him out to the porch to smoke.

After a few huffs of the bong Nate seemed giddy and mischievous, so I prompted him to spit it out.

“Ok what do you say to a wager?” Nate inquired.

“Depends on what we’re wagering I guess, I’m not exactly flush with cash at the moment.”

“No money involved; it’ll just be funny.” Nate continued, “I found some boner pills with my uncle’s stash, I say we play one more round of Halo and loser has to take them.”

“You’re sick in the head” I laughed, “Why the hell not, I see no harm and plus you’re going to be stuck going to bed with a weird boner.”

“You say that now, but I’ve been kicking your ass all night. “

“Oh, it’s on!”

We laughed and headed back to the game inside.

The battle was close and intense, but in the end, it was Nate who came out victorious. He produced three of the pills from his pocket, and in our inebriated and high state we giddily and boyishly laughed at the silly forfeit which I had been condemned to.

“Here goes nothing” We both laughed, and I washed the pills down with more beer.

We gamed for a little longer until Nate eventually piped up, “Ok not to be weird but do you feel any effects from those pills? I hope you are to suffer the fate of a loser.”

“Honestly, I am surprised to say nope, don’t feel a thing.” I continued “Could be all the beers and whatnot but I think it’s because the gods know I should’ve won so I’m getting off scot-free.” We laughed, and eventually called it a night.

I headed to bed after that without a boner but I couldn’t help but feel odd and that something wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it; I’d maybe consider the feeling vaguely feverish but I didn’t feel unpleasant in any way, perhaps tingly. “Not smoking again for a while,” I declared to myself as I climbed into bed.

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The next morning, I awoke feeling especially groggy. Having fallen asleep in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was swimming in them, wearily kicking off my blankets and righting myself. Trudging towards the ensuite bathroom in anguish, my pounding head and achy body felt poorly, and something was just plain wrong that couldn’t be placed. Heading to the toilet and instinctively sitting down to relieve myself, I stood again rapidly, realizing that this was decidedly not my usual instinct in the morning. The rush of panic set in and the adrenaline of this realization swiftly removed the immediate effects of the daze I was in. Rushing for the light switch in horror, I looked at myself in the mirror with confusion and terror. Still mostly obscured by the baggy attire, looking back escort bayan at me was a complete and utter stranger—a stranger that was undeniably me. The feminine frame that stared back at me was significantly reduced in stature from my already modest height, I couldn’t be over 5 feet tall now, maybe 5’1″ if I stood with perfect posture. And as that realization set in I looked around to my surroundings and noted that, yes, indeed everything did seem much higher up and farther away than it had felt before. Taking further stock in the mirror it was obvious that the figure I saw was myself, the same blue eyes, pale complexion, and blonde hair were there, seen peaking out from under the hood, but my face had decidedly softened into an utterly feminine version of my former visage. I was stunned to recognize that my new womanly form was perplexingly pretty, with regal cheekbones, supple lips and a cute ski jump nose. I looked like a version of my old self, not quite a sister but maybe like a cousin or something, and my features had been morphed into a remarkably beautiful young woman’s face. Jerkily I pulled down my hood and revealed that my blonde locks had remained, only they were now long tresses running down far into the hoodie, I had yet to reveal how far they had progressed.

In a rapid manoeuvre of fear and curiosity, I removed the hoodie and sweatpants that obscured me, they were now far too big anyways and pooled at my ankles, the hoodie could have served as a dress. I cautiously took in my new, nude form. Lightly freckled, pale skin remained as it ever had, and I confirmed the length of the new hair that adorned my scalp as it flowed past my shoulders and down, cropping around my face in a way which I had never experienced. Most shockingly of all were the new parts I possessed and the ones which were notably missing. I could feel the unfamiliar weight on my chest and there I found two stunning, perky breasts that were not obscenely large but still considerably alluring. These new assets gave way to a slim waist with exceptional curves that flared out into a pert, athletic ass. Along with that, I was fearful to inspect my new genitalia, but I was undeniably curious about the empty space that my former manhood had occupied and the vulva which took its place. Atop my newfound mound was a small, fuzzy patch of blonde hair. I reached down carefully and felt what resided there, afraid to look at the region, and lamented the emptiness of the new region that my fingers found.

The cold nibbled at me and I covered my body with my arms with a shiver, feeling a strange sensation as my cute, pink nipples got hard. As I rubbed myself for warmth, I came to feel the new smoothness of my skin and noticed the lack of body hair that used to reside there.

After taking this all in the adrenaline wore off, the fear and curiosity turned to panic as I was swept into my thoughts and tried to take in the madness that had just befallen me.

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.” I chanted, pacing back and forth in the bedroom.

“I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming.” I pinched myself to a jolt of pain and my situation did not change and I realized how stupid of a trope that was.

“What the fuck do I do?” I muttered to myself, cringing as I became aware of how small and feminine my voice now sounded. It was at that point that tears welled up and a lump swelled in my throat. My inability to hold back the emotion was new and surprising, and as that dam broke, swells of tears overflowed me and I collapsed onto the bed, naked in despair and confusion. How had this happened to me and how the hell was I supposed to face Nate, or tell my family, or undertake the rest of life’s activities in which I had decidedly been, well, not a woman? These sorts of questions overpowered my frightened mind.

After sobbing and despairing for a while I noted the clock reading just after 10am, and I knew that Nate would be awake. I steeled my will and knew that I would have to face him sooner or later. I was forced to relive myself for the first time in a woman’s body and the process was rather straightforward. I re-adorned myself with the now exceptionally baggy hoodie and pulled on a pair of comically large basketball shorts that swallowed up my petite form in a bid to obscure as much of myself when it came time to face Nate.

I crept slowly and fearfully down the hall towards the kitchen, anxiety continuously swelling the nearer I got to the unmistakable sounds of Nate cooking breakfast.

Upon reaching the kitchen Nate turned to greet me.

“Goodmorning sleepy hea…” he trailed off.

“What the- Where’s Alex? Who’re–” He stammered upon turning and seeing me.

I gave him a knowing look of sorrow and Nate knew it was inexplicably me.

“Alex what the hell…” He was cut off as I closed the distance between us and collapsed sobbing into Nate’s arms in a hugging embrace.

It crossed my mind that this was something that would never normally occur between bayan escort us—both the great show of emotion and the embrace—but I was overwrought with emotion and just felt compelled to do it as it instantly comforted me.

Nate calmed me down enough to break up the sobs and began asking questions.

“Alex what the hell happened?” He queried.

“I have no idea, I went to bed feeling weird and groggy but just chocked that up to the alcohol and not having smoked weed in a long time, but when I woke up I was… well, a girl and then I began to have a panic attack and here we are now…” I mourned.

“Ok lets figure this out,” Nate reasoned, “Nobody goes to bed and just wakes up as a girl. You’re not pulling my leg here?”

“Nate, I’m about 8 inches shorter, have long hair, and I’m missing the right parts,” I sniffed and motioned towards my body, “No I am not pulling your leg!” I proclaimed in a huff.

Nate gave a dumbfounded look, and I could feel his eyes assessing me. I could tell that he was also coming to grips with the fact that this was indeed real and happening.

“The pills…” Nate said in a small voice of realization as he took off quickly towards his uncle’s master bedroom. I soon followed close behind.

“Ok, I found the stuff under here,” Nate’s voice was muffled as he reached under the four-poster bed of his uncle’s room.

I stood by idly, watching Nate bend down and reach for a wicker chest beneath the bed, I couldn’t help but notice his lean, muscular figure as he did so. I then took stock of the room I was in. It was opulent, consistent with the rest of the house, and sported a wondrous four poster bed with a tied back canopy, tying into the rest of the room with a look that said, ‘royal palace master suite.’ It was stunning, with a connected ensuite bathroom and massive walk-in closet that promised more panache, but I couldn’t make out any details as they were unlit and there were more pressing matters at hand.

As Nate had gotten the chest out and opened it, we looked upon its contents. There were many bags of varying dried substances, as well as, things that looked like seeds, berries and other boxes of exotic looking pills, blister packs, and medical paraphernalia. Along the far, right hand side of the chest, were a row of boxes which were decorated with a strange language neither of us could recognize, and it was adorned with pink and purple hues along with hearts and cartoonish love imagery.

“This is where I got the stuff,” Nate motioned to the container and picked up one of the boxes in question. “With all the love imagery I just kinda assumed that implied that they were boner pills, and well, no judgement to my uncle but he travels to lots of exotic countries, so I just kinda figured he needed them and stocked up because he got a better deal there.”

“Are you even sure it was weed that we smoked Nate? Look at all the other stuff in here” I squeaked worriedly.

“I-I think so, I mean it smelled right… I think… I dunno I mean I was pretty drunk.” Nate muttered, dejected. “Look, let’s just figure out what this says and hopefully there was nothing wrong with what we smoked, I mean I really did not foresee magical pills. How could I?”

I pulled out my phone and opened the Google Translate app to the camera setting and pointed it at the box, taking it from Nate’s grasp.

“The big font on the front just says ‘Sex Pills,’ apparently it’s written in Nepalese.” I relayed, “The fine print seems to say… well the translation is hard to follow but I think it’s saying to take one pill for every 60kgs of bodyweight and the effects should last for 24-48 hours.”

“Ok well good news I guess, hopefully you’re back to normal within two days.” Nate said his voice echoing as he trudged forward and flipped on the light from the large closet. “Whoa. Come check this out.” Nate said, and I met him in the expansive walk-in closet.

The sight that greeted us was initially as would be expected, a wall lined with suits and other business attire that made sense to belong to Nate’s wealthy Uncle, but upon rounding the corner it was a lot stranger. The shelves were lined with woman’s attire: dresses, shoes, that which you would expect a woman to own, along with an unusually large selection of lingerie and bikinis.

“I hate to snoop, but I think we should look around, maybe there are more answers here that will help us out.” Nate suggested, as he headed to look in the ensuite bathroom. I headed back towards the bed as I had noticed a second chest under there when we had pulled out the first.

What I didn’t notice was Nate’s eyes glued to my shapely derriere from the threshold of the bathroom as I leant over to retrieve the box.

I pulled out the chest and opened it before promptly shutting it with a blush and looking around in hopes that Nate hadn’t noticed. Thankfully he hadn’t and I quickly pushed it back under the bed, hiding the sizeable collection of sex toys that had been revealed there. In a brief glimpse I had seen dildos of various shapes, sizes, and colors, and bottles of assorted lubes. I knew that I had only scratched the surface of what I had seen in there too, but I was too embarrassed to consider it further.

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Oily fingers swirled around my asshole as my cock strained against its plastic prison. Making matters worse, Amber’s tongue was dancing between my balls and taint. My brain was melting down and my cock felt like it was going to explode in both a good and a bad way. I’m a low key, boring guy, so how’d I get myself into this position? I had a few too many beers, not that I was drunk, but rather I did not lose a prescribed amount of weight and beer was a contributing factor. Let’s back up a few weeks to help you understand.

My girlfriend Amber is five foot six, slim waist with D cup breasts and long legs. She’s fairly athletic, so her stomach is perfectly flat and her ass, a thing of wonder. This month her waist length hair is a honey brown and she has huge blue eyes. I love this woman with every fiber of my being. Our sex life can get a little spicy and for the most part she is willing to try new things, although she has not let me in her ass as of yet. We both obsess over oral (she can cum three plus times a session with my tongue on her clit). We also have a budding toy collection and are not afraid to incorporate them into our sex life.

So, here’s what got me into the aforementioned situation, I was struggling to lose weight and walked around probably 15 pounds above ideal. The real challenge was I lacked the discipline or maybe motivation to do something about it. This is where my clever GF jumped in and suggested I’d be much more motivated if I had a carrot to chase. Not sure I needed that from her, but I was getting kinda desperate, so I listened to her proposal.

“What do you care about? cash and sex, that’s what drives you and I can’t influence your cash, but I can control sex, so I’m proposing a weekly weigh in, if you drop three pounds per week, I’m your oral slave for the weekend. Want me to drop to my knees, just say the word. Want a blowjob alarm clock? Just tell me the time you want to wake up with my mouth wrapped around your cock. Feel like cumming all over my tits or even face, I’m happy to take your load.” extolled Amber with a wild eyed grin.

I stared blankly for a moment pondering the opportunity I was just presented already pondering watching my favorite show while my naked GF licked up and down my cock. Then it occurred to me, she was a devious woman and there may be a downside as well. “What if one week I do not lose the three pounds?” I queeried, a little afraid of the answer.

“You’d be a dumbass to mess up that offer and I’d probably lock you in a chastity cage for the weekend and tease the hell out of you. In fact, you’d be my oral bitch, on your knees whenever I felt like it and you would not get to cum.” shared Amber with a daring look in her eyes.

She was probably right about the dumb ass part and that sounded like the perfect motivation to make this happen. I immediately took the deal without really thinking through the details and timing.

It was Sunday night and we established my base weight. My next weigh-in would be Friday morning. I was pretty confident and was very careful with my meals, even upping my exercise routine. Friday morning my GF met me in the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil and a small clear cock cage, both sitting conspicuously on the counter.

“Are you ready to get the blow job of our life or lose access to your cock for three days?” asked Amber with a devilish grin on her normally angelic face. It was starting to feel like she was enjoying this more than I was.

I stepped on the scale and didn’t breath until it read 211. That was four pounds less than my start weight. A sly smile rolled across my face and I made eye contact with Amber, she winked, pulled off her robe and dropped to her knees.

Amber had my cock and her tits covered in baby oil before I even said a word. She moaned her way through the most erotic BJ of my life, begging me to cum on her tits between deep throats and rubbing my balls and taint the entire time.

“Cum in my mouth baby, I know you love that, just grab my hair and cum in my mouth” begged Amber.

I did exactly that and dumped a huge load down her throat while holding her pony tails. She gagged a bit, but for the most part kept her tongue in action as I spurted into her mouth. She was right, this was easily the best BJ of my life. Amer got up, licked her lips and walked off.

I later found her in the kitchen wearing one of my shirts that completely exposed her ass as she made breakfast.

“I knew that would work, you keep up the diet and exercise and I’m our personal cum dump, In fact, if you lose the full 15 pounds by the end of the five weeks, you can use my ass.” dared Amber as she bent her ass around for me to get a good view of her perfect globes.

Anal was was not in our repertoire and she knew I was interested, so this was a hard motivator, but I also knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

“And If I do not hit my goal?” I tentatively asked.

“Oh, then I fuck you in the ass, maybe even have Bob, my bi friend from work come over and fuck that Escort tight little ass of yours.” Shared Amber, looking me dead in the eye.

I froze, would she really do that? That ‘I dare you’ look on her face said yes she would. Was she really that serious about my losing weight? Would I put my own ass at risk? Fuck… I wanted to fuck her butt badly, there is something about the taboo nature of it and the sounds a woman makes when here ass is violated. Hell, I was getting hard again just picturing it.

I could not even think straight and I’m sure she knew it. This first week was pretty easy, so I had some confidence I could make it happen and get to sink my cock into Amber’s little bottom, so in my semi clouded judgment I agreed to her terms, blocking out the image of her bi coworker using my own ass for his twisted pleasure.

I spent the weekend with her mouth virtually attached to my cock, it was spectacular. I woke up to a blowjob, went to bed to a blowjob, came on her face, tits and hands and selfishly enjoyed every minute. Naturally my mouth was attached to her clit a fair amount of the weekend as well, but for sure I was on the better end of the orgasm train.

The next week was fairly similar as I just barely made the three pound drop. This time I tied her hands behind her back and fucked her face as well as had her lay on the bed with her head hanging off the edge so I could do more of the same. She kept up the dirty talking as I used her mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck my face, make me take your cum down my throat, I’m your blowjob bitch this weekend.”

I was in heaven and Amber was wildly enthusiastic, even buying me slimmer waisted pants as the effects of the weight loss started to show. Then it happened.

I had several off site meetings the third week and had taken clients drinking. I knew I was at risk, but had kept a steady exercise regimen and hoped it balanced out.

The Friday of the third week, Amber lined up the bottle of oil and the yet unused chastity cage on the counter as I stepped onto the scale. I had indeed lost weight, but only one pound. She looked me in the eye, picked up the cage and dropped to her knees, I grimaced knew it would not be as pleasurable as last weekend.

I wasn’t sure if I was turned on or mortified by her ease at lubing up and shoving my cock into the plastic cage, but within moments I heard the distinct click of a lock closing and looked down to see my dick pressing against the clear interior of the cage.

Amber stood up, still keeping a hand on the cage. She then rubbed my balls a bit and dragged a nail across my taint making things worse for me. She pulled me into the bedroom by the now very full tube, spun around and sat down on the bed.

“You had a good thing, who would screw that up? Now get on your knees and make me cum.” Demanded Amber.

I did as told and within second’s she was grinding her clit into my mouth as her body shook uncontrollably. My face was covered with her cum and my dick ached.

“I could get used to this, good thing you are working from home today, I’ll need a few more of those to make up for the last few week” Explained Amber with a wink.

I looked down at the overstuffed cage as Amber’s perfect ass wiggled out of the bedroom.

I wore sweats that day just trying to keep the pressure off my tortured cock. It was of little use as even walking around caused the lock to clack against the cage and send an arousing vibration to my confined dick. The result was to make me harder and of course reminding me I could not touch myself. It had only been a half a day and I was losing my mind.

At one point Amber came to my desk, bent over in front of me and fondled my cage. Boobs in my face, she Slipped her fingers down to my balls and whispered in my ear how hot this was making her. I was still oily from the cage install and she worked my thighs, balls and taint with ease as my head tilted back and I started begging to cum.

She growled an evil sounding moan into my ear and told me to get on my knees.

I sighed and slid out of my office chair as she slid in, pulled her leg’s up and presented her now shaved pussy. ” I wanted to make sure I was extra eatable, so I shaved it, do you think it’s pretty?” asked Amber.

I answered with my tongue and soon felt the cage bite into my cock as it pulsed helplessly in a plastic prison. Amber came within minutes, holding my head to her clit and moaning loud enough to startle the dog.

She got up and thanked me before sauntering away. I got nothing done for the rest of the day.

Naturally she asked that I wake her up the next morning in the same fashion that she had done for me. Saturday at 7:00 am I obediently licked her to consciousness as her thighs clamped down around my head. Morning wood and a hot GF had my caged cock throbbing against the bed the entire time.

I had now learned to pee with the cage on and was finally getting used to it when Amber demanded I drop my pants so she could inspect me. This Bayan Escort was pure torture. Now on her knees in front of me, she rubbed baby oil into my nuts and taint while simulating a blowjob on the cage. I could sort of feel her hot mouth and definitely felt the vibrations of her moans. My cock pulsed, but with no contact on the sensitive head, there was no chance I could cum.

“I don’t want you to get too comfortable, baby, remember, you did this to yourself, you could be spending the day with my lips wrapped around your cock instead of this torturous cage, but you chose beer instead” poked Amber. I groaned.

And with that Amber licked my nuts and around the cage. My cock was now smashed and distorting itself trying to escape the clear tube. I moaned in frustration as she again dragged a nail across my taint.

“I guess this means you probably want a cock up your ass, so maybe we should start preparing you for that.” shared Amber as her oily finger went into my ass.

I was too dumbfounded to move away and the sensation was pretty hot. “You like that, don’t you? How about two oily fingers? Does that feel good, maybe I need to rub more oil on your poor nuts too, yeh does that feel good baby, Oh look at your cock, all smooshed in that cage with nowhere to go.” Chided my now wild eyed girlfriend.

Amber’s narrative stopped as she again put the cage into her mouth and pretended to suck me off. Naturally I could feel nothing and just groaned in frustration.

“Poor baby, I bet you wish you could cum, well, tell you what, If you let me put a plug into that tight little ass, I’ll take the cage off and let you orgasm once. Would you like that?” Asked Amber.

I was in no position to say no and just nodded.

“OK baby, strip and get on the bed, let’s get that little ass prepared for Bob.”

I froze. Was she kidding? Was this just dirty talk? My hard-on subsided a bit as I walked to the bedroom and sat at the end of the bed.

“Lay back with your feet on the bed and your knees bent, I promise this won’t hurt too much.”

I did as told and felt more oil on my ass and then the pressure of what I assumed was a plug. It hurt a bit, but she went very slow and once the large end got past my muscle I just felt full.

“I want to get you used to cumming with something in your ass.” Explained Amber as she unlocked my cage and slowly eased the tube off my rapidly growing cock. Next came the ring and a huge sigh of relief from me.

More oil was doled out and Amber began an erotic hand job. “How does it feel to have your ass full baby, it is turning you on? Your cock seems to like it.”

I moaned as she then deep throated me, reveling in the sensation my cock had missed for the last few days.

“I think you’re kind of into this, maybe we should get a strap on, wouldn’t that be fun, I could actually fuck your ass, don’t worry baby, I’ll hold your cock while I violate your ass, so you’ll get to cum too.” Amber was clearly on fire, I had never heard her talk so dirty in the past.

With that image in my mind or maybe in spite of it, I shot a giant load all over Amber’s tits and face. She never stopped stroking me as I twitched and moaned through a giant, much needed orgasm.

She smirked and licked her lips as she reached into her end table and pulled out a different cage. “This one is metal and has openings so I can lick you, but you still can’t quite get hard, can you? Ohh, poor baby.” Mocked Amber.

After rubbing on more oil, Amber clicked an ominous looking steel ring behind my balls. The constriction and feel of her lubed hands on my balls brought my cock back to life and it throbbed to nearly full length. There seemed to be no chance she could get me into the new cage and I hoped she could see the futility.

She placed the steel barred tube over the end of my cock and kept a steady pressure. The sensitive head slid begrudgingly into the cage and Amber smirked up at me. The lube was doing exactly what lube does and my head soon bumped against the end of the cage. Most of my dick was still visible and it seemed like an impossibility the cage would ever connect with the ring, but Amber kept the pressure up and against all odds, the tube end was soon contacting the ring and access to my cock became a fading memory. The snick of a closing lock sealed the deal.

My cock now pulsed helplessly in its shiney new prison. The meshy steel seemed to have even more finality to it than the clear plastic. Making things worse, Amber stroked the cage and sent faint sensations through my tortured cock.

“That was hot honey, thank you for playing along, let’s pull that plug out now.”

I moaned again as it slid out of my distended ass. Amber seemed to be enjoying this far more than I would have ever expected.

The rest of the weekend played out similarly and she let me out Sunday afternoon, but only if I would take a 6″ vibe in my ass while she blew me. My brain was mush at this point and she had the vibe on high as I shot Escort Bayan cum down her throat.

Sunday night she unlocked the cage and told me I had two weeks left to lose some weight before she let Bob use my ass. It did not feel like she was kidding and my already sensitive asshole twitched a bit.

The following week was filled with a sparse diet and a dangerous amount of exercise. I went into Friday on wobbly legs and the hope I had genuinely lost weight. I had just stepped out of the shower when Amber walked into the bathroom. The steel cage and lube were already staged on the counter. She smiled and motioned to the scale.

I stepped on and the numbers spun. They stopped at a perfect 200 lbs. I had hit my target a week early and I couldn’t tell if Amber was delighted or disappointed, but I pointed to the floor and she knew what I was after. I reveled in the combination of an oily hand job and a deep throated blowjob that this woman had perfected. Leaning against the bathroom counter all I could think about was how close I had come to failure and how much less fun that would be.

“Cum in my mouth baby, you earned it, fill me up and make me swallow like a good girl does” moaned Amber before putting my cock back in her mouth and doing a tongue swirl that was making my knees weak. Her moans sent a subtle vibration into my dick that I’m sure were touching my soul while oily fingers massaged my balls.

Fuck, I loved this woman.

I was getting close and she could tell. The moans became more intense and her bobbing up and down on my cock grew faster. I was right on the edge when she pulled up and looked up at me “You know we are still doing this for one more week, right?” Winked Amber before diving back down on my cock.

I came, thrusting into her mouth as she held her fist wrapped around the base of my cock and milked me through an intense orgasm. After I calmed down a bit and Amber cleaned up I asked “So, wait, I hit my target, why are we waiting an extra week, are you bowing out of giving up your anal cherry?”

Amber leaned into me kissing my neck and grinding into my dick “We agreed to a five week program, that means you have another week, although you don’t really have to lose any weight, you certainly can not gain even a pound or it will be your ass that gets violated.” Moaned Amber.

This chick was diabolical and seemed to absolutely love pushing my buttons. I trundled off to work that day with a shit eating grin on my face and images of Amber’s ass wrapped around my hard cock. Later in the day I was out grabbing lunch and passed an adult toy store that we had frequented in the past. Wonder what I could grab that would tweak Amber’s mind a bit, maybe a chastity belt for her? Hmmm.

I wondered the aisles for a bit until I came up on a display of remote control vibrators. We had dinner plans tonight and this would definitely add a fun twist to the evening. Maybe even knock her down a few pegs. I grabbed a jeweled butt plug, some lube and an app driven vibe that nestled against her clit and wrapped into her pussy I assumed intended for her G spot. My face was consumed by an evil grin.

That evening I shared with Amber that we had reservations at a relatively swanky restaurant. What I did not share was that I had phoned ahead asking for a secluded table. I also explained instead of a blowjob before we left I had a special toy she would be wearing.

Amber gave me a side eye as she wrapped up her makeup. She looked gorgeous, her already tall frame perched on 4″ heels and well muscled legs exposed by a relatively short dress. Classy, yet a bit of naughty. Very Amber. I handed her the toy and the illustrated instruction sheet it came with, having already charged it and installed the app on my phone. “Oh, we’re upping the kinky game, are we?” asked Amber with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, you upped your teasing game last week, now it’s my turn. Put the toy in and let’s go get dinner.” I commanded.

“Ummm, yes sir, I’ll put your new toy in my pussy so I’m nice and wet when we get home.”

Little did she know, the toy was remote controlled. Knowing we’d both be drinking we grabbed an Uber and about mid way on the drive to the restaurant, Amber leaned in and whispered a breathy whine about the pressure on her clit and how it was really distracting. I took that as my cue and clicked the app open, setting the vibe to about quarter power with a slight oscillation.

Amber’s eyes shot wide open and her hand went over her mouth. “Are you fucking kidding me? How am I supposed to get through dinner? Oh god, uhhhhh.” moaned Amber trying not to be obvious as the Uber driver checked his rear view mirror.

“Remember when you took such great delight in tapping my cage or massaging my nuts, making me crazy? This is my version of that game and just so you understand what the evening will look like, I have the vibe on low.” I stated, watching Amber’s eyes dart about as she contemplated her fate.

Just to show her the potential, I zinged the vibe up to 75% and then back down and Amber gave out a yelp that again had our driver’s eyes in the rearview. Amber whispered into my ear “You’re fucking demonic, what do I have to do to keep you from turning that on while we are in public?”

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College Sluthood Continues

Introduction

Tags included – Anal, interracial, college, slut, ass to mouth, double penetration.

A big thank you to ‘Nom de Plume / sudreamer’ for help with the editing.

This is a sequel to Collegiate Sluthood, which I would recommend reading first. The story picks up on the fictional campus of Bradbury University, where Andrea Lake and Natalie Thorne, the titular collegiate sluts, are students.

At the start of Collegiate Sluthood, a few weeks prior to her seduction, Natalie was a studious, well-behaved 21-year-old Honor Roll Junior, who moved into a house on the seemingly decent, sleepy Lexington Lane. There she discovers that the leafy, suburban neighborhood is also home to a den of debauchery – the fraternity-like Frampton House. Located just up the road from where she now lived, Frampton House is home to a group of attractive black male students, and their most salacious and debauched patron is her own house mate Andrea, an unabashed slut.

Rather than be repelled by Andrea and her lascivious nature, Natalie is drawn in, seduced by her friend’s blasé attitude towards casual sex. Despite her naivete and lack of experience, Natalie is curious, quickly finding her sexual awakening. Encouraged and driven by Andrea’s machinations, it doesn’t take long for Natalie to succumb to her own desire and appetite for sluthood – as she offers her anal virginity to Wesley, chief stud of Frampton House.

Natalie’s conversion to sluthood follows swiftly thereafter. She befriends the boys of Frampton – and one by one, fucks them all, becoming especially popular as she demonstrates a proclivity for anal sex and a willingness to emulate her new best friend Andrea’s sultry ways.

Collegiate Sluthood concludes with a celebratory gangbang-cum-orgy for Natalie – arranged by Andrea and hosted by the cabal of big dicked-hunks at Frampton House, consummating her new role as a ‘Frampton House Slut’ and confirmed with a special gift to her from the boys – a custom made collar embossed with the words BUTTSLUT.

Our main characters are:

Andrea Lake – Senior, 21, 5’5 and slim with a fit, athletic body, pert C-cups and a toned bubble butt. Long black hair, an elegant, striking face with noticeable cheek bones and dark eyebrows. She has intense, almond-colored eyes and a dazzling smile.

Natalie Thorne – Junior, 20, 5’6 buxom and with a curvy body. She is blonde with soft Celtic features and marble-white skin, large breasts and a voluptuous rear. Her open mindedness and innocent infatuation with sex quickly warms her over to the collegiate sluthood lifestyle. Through Andrea and Wesley, she also comes to find she has a love for anal sex.

Their house mates are Lisa and Jacqui. Lisa is blonde, 21, a Senior with blonde hair, petite frame, confident demeanor and a slight Napoleon complex. Jacqui is 20, of quarter-Japanese descent and a Junior. She is a seemingly shy girl, with an intelligent, analytical way of interacting. Apart from Lisa, she has lived in the house the longest. She is also slight in frame – but more curvaceous in form.

Lena Andersen, though not a student is the third Frampton House slut, along with Natalie and Andrea. She is in her late thirties, lives in Los Angeles and is a frequent visitor to the campus for business and pleasure. A very wealthy businesswoman and benefactor of the university, she had become introduced to Andrea through Darius.

She, along with Natalie and Andrea, are the Frampton House Sluts.

The Frampton House Boys are:

Wesley, DeShawn, Jerome, Julius and Keith… all six foot or taller, African Americans. Wesley, Jerome, Keith and Julius are jock types with muscular physiques while DeShawn is lanky and has a taught, wiry musculature. He is also the most dominant and aggressive of the current residents.

Micah, also a resident, is less of a jock and more of a sensitive, nerdy type – but tall with a nice body. He and Natalie formed a close friendship as they share a lot of classes and are equally introverted.

Lastly there is Darius “Diss” Henderson – an alumni and former resident of Frampton House and now professional athlete. He alone has had the libido to truly match Andrea’s – with the two forming an intense fuckbuddy, dom-sub relationship that became intertwined with the other students.

This new series picks up the day after and will expand on the characters as they explore new sexual adventures.

***

Sunday Evening, The Dorset Hotel, Downtown

Natalie smiled, feeling a sweet combination of contentment and relaxation. It was dark in the room where she had fallen slept. It took her a moment, but she recalled having spent the day recovering and recuperating from what had been a life-changing night. Now she was in a beautiful room in the regal Dorset Hotel, her body feeling a way she’d never felt before – tired but totally satisfied.

How crazy a turn her life had taken.

Spreading her legs out, Escort she strained to push the lactic acid out of her muscles. The pain was a sweet reminder of the night before and she wondered if she’d ever get used to it – the aches and cramps and slight bruises of overindulgent sex. A small price for enjoying the carnal pleasures, her new life as a slut. A Frampton House slut to be exact. An anal slut, to be even more exact.

Earlier that day, waking up in her own bed and in the cold light of morning, the ache had not only felt worse, but it had also been tinged with a little bit of shame.

“Who knew a night of excess would have a downside,” she had thought to herself, weighed down by a malaise of fatigue. It was only human after all, to feel rough after a night-time orgy – and she had resigned herself to spending the day wallowing in sinful contemplation. But she hadn’t counted on her new BFF and housemate Andrea to burst in through the door and pounce on her, sparkling with energy and excitement. Somehow, she was vibrant and glowing, as if spending the night getting railed had nourished her.

“Come on! Get your ass up, bitch!” she chuckled as she harassed and dragged the duvet off.

“Fuck off!” Natalie groaned, trembling in shame against the daylight. She was sure she’d barely slept more than a few hours.

Natalie remembered the latter-most part of the night, seeing Andrea’s nubile, naked form bouncing vigorously in someone’s lap – Julius or Wesley – her raven hair wild and ruffled, her cries shrill and coarse as she chased a never-ending lust-high. By that point, Lady Lena, the third female participant of the orgy, had already excused herself and left. Her last vision was of Andrea pinned under the continuous train of black studs that she never tired of.

Moments before, Natalie had herself been in the throes of a continuous pleasure-cruise as she lay flat on her stomach, buttocks prone beneath the grinding mass of whoever had been ravishing her at that time, her thighs splayed out, trembling as she endured the cock pumping in and out of her well-fucked asshole. Her body hummed with arousal as she felt the weight above her grind and grind until it shook and delivered its payload deep within her plundered depths. Shortly after that she had tapped out, having decided that that was the final ejaculate she’d be taking that night. The boys had been conscientious enough to move her away from the action as she was clearly exhausted and Natalie’s own part in the orgy had concluded. Her first but surely not last orgy.

Having stayed up longer, how Andrea managed to look as composed the following morning was something that perplexed Natalie. She had no idea as to what time the boys were finally finished with her and who among them had officially called the party quits. At some point in the twilight morning, the two girls, dressed in baggy attire borrowed from the generous Frampton boys, had made the short walk down the lane home. And only a few hours later, Andrea’s energy levels were still up.

“Come on babe. You must be starving. I know I am. I can go for brunch. Or even lunch,” Andrea proposed cheerfully.

Natalie winced as she rose up. “Thanks for bringing me back.”

“Of course. Anytime, buttslut,” she winked, smirking at the audacity of the moniker. Natalie threw a pillow at her, which Andrea dodged and then continued to beckon. “Today is all about recovery. I’m talking food… followed by some spa therapy… mimosas… Lena invited us over to The Dorset. And you said you’d go, remember?”

Natalie had allowed herself a moment to stop and think about how quickly her life had changed. She was from a quiet, suburban community in Kansas, having spent most of her previous formative years unassuming even if a bit curious. But ever since she’d met Andrea, things had progressed intensely. From becoming a shameless slut that proudly celebrated her love of anal sex, to being part of a cabal of sex deviants with the group of black boys up the street, to now being drawing towards the inner orbit of the wealthy and enigmatic Ms. Lena Andersen. She had discovered a path of frightful wonders and was having too much fun to stop and worry about it.

“Oh my god Andrea – how the fuck are you so perky? I feel like I could sleep for a month,” Natalie complained while Andrea had wormed her way into her bed.

“I’ll tell you why I’m so fucking perky, anal slut. Firstly – I’m still super fucking horny!”

“What? You’re kidding! How?”

“Serious! But for now – secondly, I’m just looking forward to a day of pampering at The Dorset. We earned it, after last night!” Andrea proclaimed. Natalie had looked at her with incredulity – as if to impress on her that a day at the five-star hotel was out of the question – to which Andrea responded ardently. “Yes of course you’re coming with me! Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Andi – I can’t afford to spa at The Dorset Hotel. I can barely afford rent as is! You know this,” She had complained.

Natalie Escort Bayan was finding that being a slut was expensive. All the things one had to buy to play into the role – various clothing, lingerie, sex toys, toiletries. It was starting to add up against her measly stipend and limited scholarship.

“Oh,” Andrea shook her head in amusement. As usual, she always had something up her sleeve and her amused expression said as much. “No – it’s all been arranged, you dummy! We’re not paying for any of it, all courtesy of Lena. Don’t you remember her telling us that last night? She’s already flown back to LA … but she’s arranged for us to use her suite and book anything we want on her account. Now come on! Get your anal loving ass packing and let’s go already! I’m starving!”

Perked up by Andrea’s infectious mood, Natalie rose out of bed and readied herself for another extravagant affair with her adventurous house mate at The Dorset Hotel.

Judging by the Suite, Lena Anderson, the guest of the hotel and the other participant of the orgy the night before, was rich beyond Natalie’s comprehension. Though she dared not ask what the price of such an accommodation might be, it was a mystery to Natalie why Lena would choose to slum it with a bunch of students. She was older than them by at least a decade. On occasion, when she had questioned that relationship, Andrea had only given a cryptic response. “Diss,” she had explained, referencing a student who had graduated last semester. He was a fuckbuddy of Andrea and like all from the pictures she’d seen of him, Natalie could tell why he’d be a favorite of Andrea and Lena, both clearly fiends for black cock and athletic, hunky men.

The day at The Dorset – good food, a deep tissue massage, sauna, plunge pool, jacuzzi – was another form of decadence, of a different kind to what she had got used to lately. As Natalie enjoyed a day of leisurely pampering and relaxation with her best friend, her mind replayed the lurid, wild memories of the night before. But with every recollection, they were less tinged with regret and instead triggered exciting, comely feelings in her. They felt like memories that would quickly sweeten over time.

By late afternoon and back in the suite, Natalie had gone to lie down in one of the bedrooms… and succumbed to a deep slumber. And when she woke up late at night, dazed and confused, she wondered what Andrea might have been up to while she slept.

Unbeknownst to Natalie, her housemate’s horniness had never gone away. In fact, it had only grown throughout the day and by early evening, shortly after Natalie fell asleep, she had decided to do something about it.

***

Sunday evening, The Rooftop Bar at The Dorset Hotel

Sucking on her cocktail straw, Andrea casually glanced over at the bar.

She was trying to read the body language of the bartender. She’d noticed him looking at her a few times and it took only took a few moments of catching his eye for her to start feeling that familiar sensation again. That warm tingling in her belly.

At first, he maintained a professional manner – especially when he was up close, serving her drink. But she knew behind that façade, he was wanted the same thing she did. After all, they had already fucked once.

His name was Will, the bartender. A few nights ago, Andrea was at the hotel bar with Wesley for a drink with Lena and the two men that she had brought with her from LA. The Dorset was something of a favorite of the older businesswoman and whenever she was in town, after a day of work was concluded, it was always a guaranteed haven to satiate her nocturnal desires. She liked the discretion the proprietary afforded her, and she always preferred the Presidential Suite, if available.

On that particular night, as so often happens when Andrea and Lena were in the same room – sex followed. After a few drinks, Andrea, Wesley and the two gentlemen that Lena courted absconded to her suite. However, per Andrea’s suggestion, Lena had stayed behind to flirt with Will the bartender – where she would quickly find out that the handsome, well-groomed young server worker was not only savvy to the rumors of her being something of a sultry seductress, but he was also game to be ensnared in her web of casual sex. He had admitted, with some manner of professional decorum, that he’d seen her at the hotel a few times and was aware that she had something of a reputation, though he reassured her that he always viewed it as exaggerated rumors.

Andrea amused herself at the thought of what his reaction might have been when Lena confided in Will that the rumors about her were almost entirely true. How wide would his jaw have gaped as she had confessed the nature of her nightly affairs in The Dorset’s most famous suite. Meanwhile a few floors below, Andrea had been ensnared in a web of her own as she had quickly and eagerly prostrated herself before the boys. Wesley, along with Kai and Marcus, Lena’s lovers. And they had wasted Bayan Escort no time as they descended on her, manhandling her as she gleefully received them. While Lena revealed sordid secrets about her doings at the hotel to Will the bartender, a few floors below in the suite, Andrea had been enacting an exact emulation of said sordid acts with the three black studs, who matched her sluttish rhythm and took to fucking all her holes with aplomb, sometimes all at the same time. The Presidential Suite was no better setting for such debauchery.

Upon his arrival with Lena, Will blushed at the sight of Andrea snuggling betwixt the three men, all four naked and basking in the aftermath of their seedy copulation. Bringing a new person into a group-sex situation is always a tricky, balancing act. Thankfully he seemed to get into his stride confidently. He might’ve been a little uncomfortable and wasn’t as brazen as the other boys, being a stranger after all – but he was equal to the task, proving himself skilled in more than just cocktail-making.

Will revealed a chiseled, beautiful body of rich, golden-brown complexion, complementing his handsome features. Watching Andrea get railed by the three studs had really turned it on for him as he came while Lena was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his dark-brown phallus.

Thankfully, he was quickly up for it again – and the suite had quickly been filled with the combined cacophony of sex. He seemed very excited when he got to rail Lena, learning quickly that despite her wealth and privileged status, the older vixen was not above slutting it out with lowly service workers and students alike.

Eventually, Andrea did to get a turn with him too, sliding up and down his dick as he firmly gripped her flanks – pleased to see that he wasn’t bothered by her sloppy, defiled state. She didn’t get a chance to go for too long before Lena wanted to swap.

When Will came the second time, it was on Lena’s tits – pulling out of her at the last second to deliver an even stronger expression on the older beauty’s body. Andrea noticed the act and shortly after, crawled over and smothered her tongue all over Lena’s lovely breasts, indulging her hunger by licking his splattered nectar off her chest – leaving quite an impression on him.

And now she had her eyes on him again.

This whole time, he was playing coy – Andrea was on her third order of drink and still there had been no mention of the other night. No subtle look or cocky wink. No snide remarks or innuendo. He was clearly a professional and discretion went a long way in the service industry. But if Andrea had her way, she would be crawling on all fours to him, beckoning for an alternative service.

“Dark-and-Stormy, miss,” Will repeated the order as his muscled arm reached to place the rum and ginger blended cocktail on her table. His tone was neutral as though they were strangers – but just then, his eyes caught hers, and a knowing smile appeared.

This time, Andrea called out to him before he could walk back. “Will – wait… talk to me for a second,” She cocked her tone with just the right balance of command and seduction.

The bar was quiet now – with only a few guests scattered around. Business types, happy to nurse a quiet whisky or beer for some time on a Sunday night. Will didn’t sit down but moved a little closer, perching his arms and leaning over her.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again… so soon,” he admitted softly, his eyes scanning around.

“What time do you get off?”

“Last rounds’ at ten. I’ll be done by eleven. Once I’ve cleared up.”

“I’m staying in the Presidential suite. Miss Andersen and her friends have checked out – but she’s let me stay over.”

Will nodded in understanding, his expression neutral. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying your stay.”

“It’s been great so far. But I want it to be even better. I want you to come see me.”

He looked at her, “Damn…. You’re so direct… Sure.”

“Good. Do you have any weed by any chance?”

“No…” he stated at first, then seemed to reconsider.

“No?”

“I don’t have any. But I know someone who might. Works here too. He’s a sous chef.”

“Great.”

“I’d have to ask him to bring some up.”

“Great.”

“He might wanna join in. Probably might.”

Andrea took a sip of her drink as she contemplated the proposition. “Even better.”

Will smiled, releasing some tension, his broad shoulders slacking a little. “How was the party last night? The one for your friend?”

Andrea weighed up what to tell him and to what level of description. “I’ll tell you all about it later. Put my tab on Mrs. Andersen’s account, please. And text me when you’re coming over.”

She smiled as she noticed the visible bulge in his jeans as Will walked back to the bar. The veil of professionalism was slipping at last.

***

Andrea opened the door a few seconds after hearing the knocking.

“Hi boys,” she greeted with a welcoming smile. A guest of the hotel though she was, she was happy to play the hostess too. She was wearing a turquoise-colored, silky dressing gown, an amenity of the suite – allowing at least temporary modesty in concealing the black lingerie set underneath.

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