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A week had passed since Jim told me about being in a club, his dominant lifestyle, and the requirements of membership in that club.

He has since then, spoken more openly about his lifestyle and expectations of me. He insisted that I quit my job. He told me that he makes enough money to support a wife. He added that taking care of him, doing domestic chores, always being ready for him, and lounging by the pool would be enough for me to do while he was at work. He had become more aggressive sexually as well, tearing my panties off, spontaneously fucking me as I did my domestic chores, or pushing his cock in my mouth for a warm moist blowjob.

Earlier in the week he took all my clothes and put them in a separate closet, he left panties, bras, and ankle socks. He also left my cropped top tee shirts, and my tie tops, along with all of my two-piece bikinis. He informed me that at home I would wear only a bikini, or panties, a bra, and/or a top of my choosing, but my legs and midriff are always visible.

There were other demands that were common in a D/S relationship. Strict obedience, never saying no to his advances or sexual suggestions. Keeping a clean house, having his meals ready on time, and always answer his phone calls or texts immediately.

It was finally Friday morning. We would be going to the club at seven pm. Jim took the day off and went to the barbershop. I went to the nail and hair salon and had my hair trimmed and got a manicure and pedicure. I stopped at the liquor store to pick up some Crown Royal for Jim.

When I got home, we showered and started getting ready for the evening. As I was brushing my long hair, and putting on my makeup, Jim brought a box and sat it on the bed, as he said:

“This is the outfit you’ll wear tonight, with your white thigh high boots.”

Jim left the room while I finished putting on my make-up. After I finished with my hair and makeup, I opened the box he had left on the bed. I was surprised to see a white leather mini skirt and a white leather bikini top.

I put the outfit on, the mini skirt barely covered my bubble butt, and the top consisted of two breast cups and four thin straps. With the white thigh high boots, I was almost six feet tall! I put my diamond earrings, and navel ring in, and my herringbone belly chain on. I walked slowly to the living room, getting adjusted to walking in the boots. Jim was wearing black leather pants, thick heeled biker boots, and a leather tank top. His thick chain belt hung loosely on his hips. His large thick bulge so prominently on display. When Jim saw me, he smiled widely.

“Damn Baby! You look hot in that outfit!”

I blushed and smiled, as I stared at his beautiful bulge.

“Thank you, Daddy, I’m glad you like it, but I’m not sure about being out in public in this outfit.”

“You’re not going to be in public.”

“Well don’t I have to walk from the truck to the building door?”

“Yes, but it’s on private bağcılar escort property, don’t worry about it, you’ll see.

I gave Jim my black leather engagement collar to put on me. He took it and set it on the mantle, then opened the cabinet and retrieved a little box. He opened the box and produced a white leather collar with gold and diamonds. It was an exact copy of my black leather engagement collar, except in white. He put the white collar on me then playfully slapped my ass.

I watched the scenery change from houses and businesses to fields and farms as we drove from the city. Then a turn down a small road to a big wrought iron gate. Jim fished into his wallet and produced a card to slide through the control box. As the gate opened Jim took a deep breath.

“Well, here we go, remember to be submissive. Your training isn’t complete, but I know you’re smart enough to get through this.”

I looked sharply at Jim, I saw him recognize the look I was giving him from the week before, when he popped this whole surprise on me. In a soft kind voice, I said.:

“Yes Daddy, I promise to do my best and make you very proud.”

After driving almost, a mile on this private driveway, through a small forest, an open field came into view with a huge barn shaped building. A large parking lot in front was about half full. We pulled into the parking lot, and got out of the truck, Jim and I walked over to the other couples, introductions were made, and Jim and the other men were talking.

I, and the two other submissives, Samantha, a very attractive blonde fem, and Denise, a beautiful slender athletic black fem, talked, compared outfits and made fast friends. As we were talking, our dominants joined us and escorted us in.

It was huge! Thick plush forest green carpet covered the entire floor, The exterior walls were mirrors, the woodwork was all natural and varnished. The high ceilings had natural ceiling light over the elaborate oval shaped bar. There was a balcony that went all the way around the room, with small rooms, and an open sitting area with a small bar.

It was a bit overwhelming, looking around seeing the woodwork and craftsmanship that was obviously done with purpose. I looked around and saw Denise and Samantha with their men. I noticed the dominant men in the room. The majority of them were around Jim’s age. They were masculine men, construction workers, large, tattooed arms. They were dressed nicely, lots of black leather, chains, boots, some were in jeans and very tight tee shirts.

Suddenly I felt Jim gently slap my ass, as he wrapped his arms around my midriff, whispering:

“What do you think?

“It’s nice, rather large, but nice”

He caressed my belly, and held me, as we seemed to be waiting for something.

Samantha and Denise came toward us with their dominants. We were gathered, talking. Just then a middle-aged woman bahçelievler escort came by.:

“Gentlemen, it’s time to present your submissives.”

The six of us walked down a hallway to another room, it was as elaborate as the main bar area, but smaller and cozy, a large desk sat in the corner, with a fireplace on the left.

The three of us, Denise, Samantha, and myself, were lined up in front of the desk. A man come out of a door with 3 files and sat at his desk. I later learned this was Bob.

Suddenly Denise and Samantha dropped to their knees. I followed suit, but it was obvious I was unfamiliar. The man looked at me over his thick glasses, then shifted his eyes to Jim. He cleared his throat and said:

“I have three applicants, correct?”

We all answered, “Yes sir.”

He looked us over and asked.:

“You agree and understand you are applying as a submissive to this club. You also agree that you are here by your own freewill, you are not a captive, or hostage, or in any way coerced into being here or joining this private club. And lastly, you understand that all dominants in this club are brothers, while here at the club you are subject to them just as you are to your dominant.

In unison we all three said “Yes sir.”

We stood up as our dominants came up to escort us out. Jim held me close as we walked down the hallway, whispering:

“You were late to kneel!”

He firmly slapped my ass. I was a bit surprised, and I was having difficulty reading him. When we returned to the bar, Jim took a stool and sat down, pulling my hips, positioning me between his legs, then wrapping his arm around my midriff. I flipped my long dark hair back as he handed me a glass of White Zinfandel wine and began whispering in my ear.

“Try to relax baby, you’re doing fine.”

About that time Samantha and Denise, along with their dominants, Tom and Bill came over to the bar. We all talked for a while, then moved to a large crescent shaped booth.

As we sat and talked, it seemed like a regular night club, we danced, and sipped wine and enjoyed pleasant conversation. It was almost 10 pm, Jim kissed me and told me to make him proud, as he and the other two dominants abruptly left the table. Samantha leaned over and whispered:

“The lights go way down at 10, and the dominants choose a submissive from the bar, so we have to move to the bar.”

We moved to the bar and the dominants left the bar area. The lights went down, you could only see shapes and shadows as people moved about it the dark.

Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grab my hips, then my wrists, I felt and heard the handcuffs as they closed on my wrists.

“I’m Master David, and you belong to me tonight!” He said gruffly.

He led me to the balcony where there were little rooms with daybeds. He blindfolded me, then guided me to the daybed.

I felt him unlocking şirinevler escort the hand cuffs as he gently pulled me onto the bed with him, his hands were exploring my body as his moustache brushed my lips. His kiss was deep and hard, and his hands were rough. Suddenly I felt someone grab my ankles and pull me, I quickly realized there were two men in here with me. I could feel them undressing me roughly, as they positioned me on my hands and knees.

I felt David in front of me, grabbing my long hair, and ramming his cock into my warm moist mouth, as he demanded:

“Suck my dick, bitch! And lick my balls!

As David was ramming his hard cock in my mouth, I felt a familiar pair of hands grabbing my hips. I squealed loudly as I jerked and squirmed feeling him suddenly ramming his cock inside me! It hurt so good, and I immediately knew it was my husband. I could feel his deep violent thrusts as I sucked David’s cock eagerly, my orgasm was swelling rapidly inside me, I could taste David’s precum as I felt my husband tense up and flood me, I screamed as I orgasmed uncontrollably. Before I could catch my breath, they had switched places, and my husbands cum soaked cock was now in my warm moist mouth as I felt David push his cock inside my tender swollen ass. Gasping and moaning, I was sucking my husband’s cock as he watched another man fuck me.

After taking turns and switching places a few times, pumping my belly and ass full of cum, and causing me to orgasm over and over, I found myself laying with two men. I was being kissed and fondled. By the time they were finished, I was sore, swollen, and full of cum. I got dressed, I kissed them both and made my way back down to the bar. I ordered a drink and waited on my husband.

I saw him come down the steps as he talked to David. He came over to me, kissed me gently, and told me we were leaving. On our way home we talked about the evening, he said:

“I was proud of how well you handled everything, being your first time at something like that. Did you enjoy the evening?”

“Yes, it was fun.”

I sat next to him and stroked his cock gently as we drove home. It was a quiet drive, and I pondered whether or not I should mention that I knew it was him in there with me.

As soon as we got into the house, he grabbed me and guided me to bend over the back of the couch. He lifted my tiny mini skirt and jerked my thong string to one side as he violently thrust his nine-inch cock inside my swollen sphincter. I screamed and squirmed as he grabbed my breasts, pinching my tender nipples hard enough to make me squeal as he rammed his cock inside me. He was grunting and growling as he said:

“You were hot tonight bitch! I could see you loved two men fucking you and feeding you cock and cum!”

He pounded his cock harder inside me, grabbing my hips as his balls slapped my ass. I could feel his thick long cock stretching me open as the tip pushed my navel up from inside. I screamed as I felt the sudden warm gush flooding me as my orgasm ran down my legs.

He pulled his cock out of me as he picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. We both finished undressing and climbed into bed together. We talked a bit as he spooned me, his finger in my navel, his cock pressed against my bubble butt as we drifted off to sleep together.

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Chapter 5

My mixed martial arts instructor would have been proud of me.

He had never specifically trained us to go up against man sized badgers, but I found that the Wing Chun I had picked up served me rather well.

One hairy front paw lunged at me, and I stepped into it, parrying from the outside, guiding its paw in front of it, blocking it from using the other paw to attack me.

As my forearm pushed against its bicep, it was forced into an awkward angle, and I could take a diagonal half step past, giving me the opening I was hoping for.

My foot snaked onto its calf, hooking it slightly forward, then pushing down.

Its knee hit the ground with its full weight behind, the audible smack of the impact almost made me wince, but wasting no time, I shoved forward on its arm and shoulder, causing the badger to fold backwards like a cheap lawn chair, making it land flat on its back.

Before it could react or move, I did my best imitation of iaijutsu, drawing my faithful arming sword and in the same movement, let the tip of the sword fall on the chest of the badger, adjusting it slightly to rest against the bottom of the throat.

“I think I win this one too!” I said.

“Rawrrr” the badger replied, somewhat frustrated.

“I know you want to keep going, but we have other stuff we need to do, and it would be smart to save some of THAT in case of emergency.” I insisted, and sheathed my blade again.

“GrawwwRRARRrghfuckinghell.” Amber snapped, as she dropped the badger shape, and returned to my much preferred Amber shape.

“Yeah, that does look rather disconcerting. I don’t know if I should be happy or disappointed that it morphs all your gear with you. I mean, the change looks a bit gross, but if I at least got to see you naked at the end of it…” I said, letting it trailed off, as Amber nailed me with a stare that told me she was NOT in the mood.

“It hurts! And it is no fair you could beat me five out of five times, the badger form was supposed to be awesome at kicking your ass!”

“To be fair, only the alpha really kicked my ass, and I am sure it had a lot more practice being a badger than you. You have what, practiced for fifteen minutes now?”

“I would do fifteen more, if you did not insist I should save the rest for an emergency.”

“Well, we do have a busy day today, and even if you can’t fight in your badger form yet, I know from personal experience that they sure can pile on speed, in case we need to get away. Just try to avoid fences and sharp corners, and you can outrun most things we have seen so far.”

“Yeah, I guess that could come in handy. But what was that karate shit you did, it was like no matter what I tried, I just ended up getting in the way of myself, before ending on the ground.” Amber asked, as she did a few deep stretches to get used to her real body once more.

“Heh, I know normies think RPG nerds like me just sit around and drink Mountain Dew all day, but when you spend so much time pretending to be a hero, you end wanting to do something that is at least a little bit similar. So I did HEMA and MMA, even tried to learn how to ride a horse, but those are some skittish beasts…” I started, then noticing Amber giving me a look.

“What?” I asked.

“So you got so nerdy, you had to find a way to make sports nerdy too. Good work John.” Amber said, sticking her tongue out.

“You are just a sore loser.” I sighed.

“Whatever. Nerd.”

Her words did not sting, as her tone was playful and she hip checked me as she moved up next to me on the way back inside.

I grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Stop it John, or we won’t be going anywhere for another hour, other than back to bed!”

It was nice to know I was not the only one feeling extra horny today.

You would think that having had sex with Amber so much the last couple of days, I would be feeling somewhat satisfied by now.

But I had craved her for so many years, and being able to have her, except in that one way, made me want that even more.

Amber was right, though. We had to get a move on.

“Are we going to the highschool today?” Amber asked, trying to act like she didn’t care. I knew her too well, and could tell she was feeling nervous about having to face them again.

“Probably not. While I would really like to, we need to take care of ourselves first, before we can start to babysit the townies.” I replied.

“We NEED to get to the System Kiosk, even if I WANT to fındıkzade escort go and check on the townies, they have to wait!” I sighed, exasperated by how difficult it was to balance all the things we needed to do. It felt like we had to do everything first.

“I thought you wanted to recruit more people?” Amber asked.

“I do. But I tried talking sense into them before. I figure we have to show them it pays to get out from under the bed. The key to that is us getting to the System kiosk. So many things hinge on that, I don’t think we can postpone that any further.”

As we talked, we checked our equipment and loaded our backpacks with the stuff I figured we were going to need today. With plenty of goblin daggers to choose from, Amber made sure to load up on the best of the bunch, as well as a couple of short swords.

“Why are you packing so much first aid gear, when you have that healing spell of yours?” Amber asked me, as I was trying to find a way to stuff a few more bandages down next to the snacks and high value loot I had already crammed in there.

“Well, two reasons. I don’t have mana potions to waste, so better to fix what we can the old fashioned way, at least until I can rest up and afford to spend the mana. Plus it keeps the other stuff in the backpack from shifting around too much, and it doesn’t weigh much, so no reason not to.”

The way she put on her armor caught my attention. She was starting to look very professional doing it, making sure all the straps were just right. It was a bit odd to see her wearing the goblin leathers, but with her new badger bracers and cloak, she made it look good.

Of course, she would be able to look good in anything, so it was no big surprise.

She had gone for kind of a warrior braid kinda thing, with several braids of her golden hair leading into one going down the back of her neck, and some rather dramatic eyeliner, making her look particularly fierce.

And lip gloss. I hardly ever saw her without it.

“What’s you looking at?” Amber asked, as she caught me staring.

“You, obviously. Looking good! When did you sneak off to apply makeup?”

“We may be in the middle of the apocalypse, but that is no reason to let yourself go!” Amber quipped, flashing me a grin.

I guess some mysteries of the fairer sex would remain unexplained, so I shrugged it off, and picked up my backpack.

“Time’s up, let’s do this!” I exclaimed.

“I did not realize there was a time limit?” Amber asked.

“Uh, just a stupid quote. Come on, let’s go.”

“Another goblin patrol?” I asked, as Amber paused and crouched low for the umpteenth time in the last hour.

With her stealth skill it only made sense to have her on point, even if it was against my masculine instincts. Instincts formed in a world that was no longer the meta.

“Yeah, and they are being real cautious too. What do you think have them all so spooked?” Amber confirmed.

“Don’t know, and while it certainly makes our lives easier for now, I have a feeling it will come back to bite us in the ass later. Well, same procedure as every time. We duck low and double back, try to find another way.”

“What if they are watching all the possible ways to the town hall?”

“If that is the case, we have no choice but to go through one of the patrols. But that would mean having you spend experience points on leveling up, and I would rather not have to do that, until we are done shopping.”

She grumbled a bit, but backed up slowly with me, until we were both back around the corner. Then we started the arduous task of climbing more fences and cutting through more backyards, to make it around the town hall without having to use the main streets.

At a brisk walk, we could be there in minutes, but if we did that, we would be fighting a lot of monsters. The goblin patrols watching the various routes there would likely all come to investigate the noise, if we got jumped by one of them.

So instead we had been sneaking around the few blocks surrounding it, a task made difficult by the numerous shops that had put up fences meant to keep people out.

Watching Amber effortlessly flow over them, reminded me how much stronger she had already become. With the boosts to strength and constitution from her badger set, made her even more graceful than before. Taking a breath, I followed her as quietly as I could. With my greater weight and lower dexterity, I made a bit more noise, but nothing that would be heard by anyone in the street. Even if someone did hear, we would be long gone, before they could come and investigate.

Especially with the way all the patrols we had encountered so far, seemed far more focused on hiding, and far less on doing any actual patrolling.

It took us a while to get there, but finally we made it all the way to the town square.

Crouched low inside a passage between storefronts, leading to a parking lot, hiding behind the usual assortment of trash containers, aksaray escort courtesy of the town’s draconian garbage sorting initiative, we had our eyes on the prize.

The town hall, beckoning us from maybe a hundred yards away.

All we had to do was cross the town square, a task that should be simple enough.

Should.

But with the number of patrols we had had to dodge so far, it was obvious the monsters of Springfield had decided that they needed to keep a close eye on the town hall.

A smart move that made me uneasy. If the goblins were starting to come together under some sort of leadership, we HAD to disrupt that real soon, or they would overrun us.

THEY could respawn, we humans most certainly could not.

Amber was getting impatient, and I could not blame her. We had been here for at least ten minutes, watching for signs of life.

“That has to be all of them, there can’t be more hiding, or they would have poked out already!” Amber groused in a low volume.

“Perhaps. We have three groups hiding around the square, and we are fairly certain there are two more groups close enough nearby that they might become a problem too, if a fight breaks out. But there is one more thing.”

“What? What do you see?”

“Nothing. Why are the goblins hiding? Surely there must be a reason? What is it we are not seeing?”

Amber seemed a bit more worried now that I had brought it up, and settled down a bit, no longer seeming so eager to rush ahead.

“Could it be the…” Amber began.

“Don’t you…” I tried, before she could finish.

“Minotaur?” Amber persevered in spite of my interruption.

“Jinx us!” I finished, uselessly.

Sure enough, whatever cruel fate the System had put in charge of our town, had heard her.

A loud and sadly familiar roar shredded the silence, and every goblin currently peeking out from their hiding spots vanished from sight.

A car suddenly got shoved a few yards into the street, as the minotaur we had seen yesterday came charging into the town square.

It was as if this guy had no chill at all, always rushing places as if he wanted to catch someone doing something they shouldn’t. Like existing anywhere within his sight.

“You just HAD to say it out loud…” I sighed, and pulled Amber a bit lower.

I did NOT want us to attract his attention.

He might _only_ be level 9, but from the way he manhandled abandoned cars, I did not want to learn what it felt like when he swung that large bronze warhammer of his with malicious intent.

At eight feet tall, and the legs to match, there was no way to simply kite or outrun him like we could the goblins.

Add to the equation that the goblins would probably gleefully kill us, if we managed to survive a fight against him, it was clear that violence was not an option at this time.

Sure, I might have enough experience to bring me to level 7, but I would rather not spend it on leveling, when the System kiosk might offer so many more tempting and useful options.

The whole idea was to get into the town hall and access the System kiosk there, without having to spend all our capital to get there.

The minotaur arriving here was so frustrating!

I knew from my visit here earlier in the week, before goblins and minotaurs had decided to blockade it, that the town hall was locked, so we needed to have a moment to let Amber work the lock, before we could slip inside.

“Shit, that guy! What do we do, John?” Amber hissed.

“Yes, the minotaur you just had to mention. We definitely can’t fight him, but if something distracts him, maybe we can slip inside.” I mused.

“What good will that do, he will just ram right through the walls like he was the Kool-Aid man?”

“The System Safe Zone. The town hall is a safe zone. Kinda. If we are not mid combat with something, it should not follow us inside.”

“How far does that extend? Could we rush to the town hall steps and snipe him from there?”

“Nope. If you attack something from inside the zone, it stops working for you, until your next visit. Also no setting up base there, the zone stops working for you after a few hours, if you stay there.”

“Dang, I was hoping we could abuse it somehow.” Amber said, pouting to underscore her displeasure in the matter.

“Yeah, if we had better bows, and got up on a roof, like that one of the bank over there, perhaps we could snipe it from there. But not from the safe zone, sadly.”

“But we don’t have anything other than this stupid goblin bow, I am still not comfortable with, and I doubt there is an easy way up to that roof anyway… hold on, is there someone up there?” Amber suddenly interrupted herself, pointing to the roof of the bank.

I squinted in an attempt to spot what she was talking about, and with her pointing it out, I saw it too.

Someone was clearly peeking over the edge of the concrete roof of the bank. I could not get a clear look at who or even eyüp escort what it was, as they were trying to not be too obvious about it, and if they had not been shifting slightly from time to time, we might never have noticed them at all.

“Yeah, well done spotting them. I sure hope they are not goblins waiting in ambush to snipe us, but better that we know they are there. Now if only we could get them to start some trouble, perhaps it would give us a chance. My spells are not that accurate at long range, and they would be a bit too obvious, so I don’t see how.”

While we were considering our options, one of the figures on the roof moved. Suddenly head and shoulders were clearly visible. It was no goblin. It was a guy. I could not see the details so clearly at the distance we were at, but there was no mistaking it. A guy in a dark hoodie, hood up, a tattered jacket on top. Reaching over the lip of the roof, he pointed a stick down at one of the places I knew goblins were hiding.

It was a surprise, but a welcome one, to see another human out and about in town. I had hoped the townies would wise up, but had seen no sign of it, until now.

Whoever this was, I wanted him to join our party!

Before I could finish that thought, blue light swirled into existence at the end of his stick, and shot down in a sudden flash towards where I knew a group of goblins were hiding.

Next, I heard the goblins shrieking something in their language, and they burst out from cover, like the devil was on their heels.

Apparently oblivious to the minotaur, they darted into the square, shrieking and flailing their arms, as if they were covered in bees.

Another zap of whatever that spell was, and the five goblins changed course slightly, and instead of heading straight for the minotaur, they were now going to pull away from him in a slight diagonal.

Unfortunately, their course change meant they were now heading more or less towards our position. With the passage we were hiding in being the only way out of the square in this general area, they would almost certainly have to come here, if they did not run blindly into the walls of the buildings instead.

Even in their panic, they seemed to navigate around cars and other obstacles just fine, so I held no hope they would not make a beeline straight to our position.

Worse, the minotaur was clearly taking offense at the goblin’s antics, so he was starting to give chase. Coming up behind them like a freight train, it was obvious he was much faster.

Not fast enough that he would not be on top of Amber and I, before he turned the last goblin into emerald paste.

Already he had caught up to the slowest goblin, and without pausing, swiped his large fist at the goblin, sending it reeling in front of him, then managed to gore him with his horns, flinging him into the air, before trampling him under his hoofs, leaving the goblin a bloody wreck, leaking his emerald blood on the ground.

“Shit! Amber, we have to move! I will try to draw him away. See if you can get inside the safe zone, and if not, meet up back at our hiding spot at the deli. Or back home, if the deli is not safe anymore!”

Already I was starting to move.

They would be on us in seconds, so there was no time to waste. Dragging Amber behind me with one hand, I started to push one of the large wheeled garbage containers to turn it, to better block the passage in front of us.

Kicking it, to get it into the path of the fleeing goblins, they tried to change direction and get around it.

I did not care about them.

One of them managed to scramble past me, the other one collided with the container. As it did, I focused my will, spoke the word, and cast my Magic Barrier spell.

The shimmering plane of energy coming into being just a fraction of an inch behind the container.

The goblin colliding with the container pushed it against my barrier, that then started to rob it of momentum.

The next second, there was what could almost be described as an explosion.

The minotaur had come up from behind, ramming into the goblin from behind, and rightfully expecting to smash right through it and the trash container, and anyone stupid enough to stand behind either.

With my barrier robbing the container of its momentum, what happened instead was that the container, unable to absorb the energy of the impact by moving with the blow, instead disintegrated into a cloud of plastic debris and whatever garbage it had contained.

The boom was deafening, and the garbage being flung everywhere obscured the vision of everyone there.

More importantly, the minotaur had been momentarily perplexed, and with a bit of luck I could use that to my advantage, and get away before he even knew I was there.

Dismissing the barrier, I turned and ran.

Amber was already out of sight, so I only had to make good my own escape.

Before I managed to get more than a few yards, almost enough to clear the passage between the buildings, I heard the stomps of the minotaurs’ cloven hoofs coming up from behind me.

His bowine roar made no secret of his displeasure, and I abandoned all stealth along with any hope I had that he would not give chase.

He would, and he was.

Not for the first time, I wished there was a stat for luck that I could pour some points into.

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So here we are in the middle of a post office, packed with people, grinding, pumping up against each other.

You gasp in a whisper, as you partially turn your head back to catch a glimpse of the man who has his hard meat against your cheeks.

My emotions make me weak, as I subtly raise my hand and grab your waist tight, then give you a slight yank back against me and I hear you sigh. To anyone nearby, it might have sounded like a cry of boredom, but not to us. We know the deal. Like a fat booty slut, you flex and clench that bubble back and now I’ve got a string of precum rolling down my leg.

Finally, it’s your turn at the counter and I quickly lower my box to cover my erection. As you handle your transaction, you casually glance about, and then subtly look back at me. I flash a sly smile back at you. Once you’re finished at the counter, you seem not to notice when a ticket falls out of your hand. I see this as my cue, and I move into action.

I quickly dash forward and narrowly reach fatih escort the ticket before a kid. I call out, you turn, and I hand you back your ticket. As you thanked me, you mouthed the words. I’ll wait outside.

The second I complete my business; I am out the door and scout about to see if I can find you. I heard a voice call out. I trace the voice and see you in the door of a bakery.

“You’re very naughty, you know that?” I scold playfully.

“It’s all in fun.” You reply.

“Until it’s not, playing naughty games like that will get you a spanking.”

“Who, by you?” You flash a sly smile as you glance down at the noticeable tool that assaulted you only minutes ago.

“Yeah, since you committed this naughty offense against me, I’d be the best person to administer punishment.

“I live right around the corner. What do you plan to use to administer this punishment?”

“With these two guys right here,” I reply as I lift my hands.

“Okay, listen, do you like cake?” You ask.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Well, I like to bake them.”

“And I love to eat them,” I interject with a devious smile.

You shiver slightly and stammer as you say.

“Give me a minute, I want to buy this special cake mix, okay?”

“I’m here,” I reply.

Minutes later, I am standing in the living room as I wait for you after you excuse yourself to the bathroom. My eyes expand as I see you reenter the room in a pair of white base polka dot shorts that look painted on your fat, round, tight booty.

“You have any olive oil?” I ask.

“Yes,” you reply.

“Good, get it and bring it to me.”

My chest heaves as I see you swing and bounce and switch that booty before me like raw meat to a black lion. I take the bottle from your hand; I clench my hands as I bark in a drill sergeant voice and point to your sofa.

I slowly stroke my uncut, veiny spear then place one hand on your shoulders, çapa escort force you down on your knees, and you immediately snatch my tool as it bounces before your eyes and force-feed it inside your hungry mouth.

You suck my Johnson with an eagerness, an unbridled urgency that tells me it’s been a long time since you worshiped at the pleasure of a well-built, black stud. It doesn’t take you long before you got my hard, flesh spear ready to spray when I catch myself, step back and point to the sofa.

“Assume the position. I mean faced away, ass, and your feet aimed back at me. Move that fat booty.”

Once you are on the sofa, you look back and see me as I continuously, clap my hands together.

“You notice my oily hands as I move in on you.

“You’re such a naughty little girly for turning me on like that and now it’s time to pay.

I spank your ass and watch as it wobbles and jiggles before me, then I pour olive oil all over your upper, lower back, and fat bubble, squat on one knee behind you, spread your cheeks, and slide my head between them. My tongue darts, my lips smooch and my mouth, lips, and tongue devour your pretty hole. I extend my arms out on either side of you, then slap them against your booty cheeks.

I repeat the process again and again, then all once I climb to my feet, grip my spear and stab it between your cheeks. Your sphincter is a bit resistant, but with the olive oil, all at once my spear pops through and the hard veiny part of me disappears inside of you.

I drill you like a machine, then suddenly stop, pull out, drop to my knees, and orally attack that fat booty with my lips, mouth, and tongue.

The sounds of your moans of ecstasy fill my ears and intensify my desire to take out my primal urges on you. I growl like a beast as I wrap my muscular arms, below, then wrap around your thighs, and lift that booty hole to reach my hungry mouth. I’m in full güngören escort beast mode now, and I drop you back down on the sofa, take hold of my spear, and stab it right back inside your body. I’m pumping, stroking, and grunting and you cry out loudly as it hits you, dead center at the end of your anal cavity and second ring.

“Hmm, um, that’s it, baby…yeah give up that ass to drill daddy, give all this pussy to me.

Once again, I go buck wild as I thrust without consciousness, then wrap one arm around your waist, lean in closer wrap my other arm around your neck, and squeeze my hard bicep into your throat. I long-dick you, then long-stoke you slowly then gradually increase my pace until I’m once again drilling you like a savage, and each time I make a fleshly impact with your cheeks, I feel my balls slap up beneath you, I shorten the distance of my stroke. I flex and squeeze my bicep into your throat, stealing away your air. This causes you to clench that pussy around my spear. I’m all over you, sweat pours off me and rains down on you. I can feel the hot sperm as it charges up the length of my spear and I pump, and stick, and jam, and then…

A guttural roar escapes my lips, as jet strings of my African brew sprays out of me and splatters about your stretched-out pussy walls. I summoned my focus, reach around, and down and take hold of your large clit, squeeze it and now we’re both groaning in blissful ecstasy as we share an intense orgasmic experience.

For several minutes, we remain in the same position as if reluctant to let the moment end.

Finally, you kiss my hand as you say.

“That was intense.”

“Unbelievable, I’m loving this fat back. “I proclaim as I slap it vigorously until you remark.

“Well, you know, I am going to have to charge you, at least partially.”

“Charge me, you can’t be serious. Charge me for what?”

“For buying some new sofa cushions, we’ve ruined them.

I smooch your ear, then bite it as I warn you.”

“Alright, I’m cool with that, but from now on, I suggest you buy some cheap sheets and towels.” We laugh as I slap that fat ass once more.

“Would you like me to make you that cake?”

“Nah,” I slap your ass as I reply. “I got all that cake; I need right here!”

Once again, we laughed.

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Once in a while I get reports of a robbery, followed by sightings of a person jumping from roof to roof wearing a pink-and-yellow leotard. She weaves in and out of anywhere there’s money—homes, banks, businesses—and escapes. Witnesses said that she carried a 9mm handgun and wears a pink mask that conceals her face. Her nickname, the Bubblegum Bandit, comes from a chewed up gum she leaves at the scene of every crime. A tally of the items she stole puts the cost of her thievery somewhere around $55,000,000. We’ve tried to track her down, but no luck. Tonight I intend to change that.

We told our contacts in the underground to spread some information: The LeCarre family, living in one of the nicest mansions in the city, is leaving for vacation. The family lent us their home and we plan to catch the Bubblegum Bandit red-handed.

The people from the station wanted to set up a trap, have us all lying in wait inside, but I told them that I would handle it alone. There’s little reason to believe she acted completely alone. I had a plan to sniff out the whole mob of people who make these heists a possibility.

And so, on a warm Friday night in the middle of August, I put that plan into action. I waited in the kitchen beneath the living room table, free from view in case she decided to look through the windows. I was wearing a black trench coat with red gloves and a black-and-white mask. I was a robber, I would tell her, and I wanted in. At 11:15 PM, the power went out and I could hear her breaking in through the front door.

A camera I hid near the entrance provided a feed directly to my tablet. The video was blurry and lacked colors, but it was clear that she had come in. I moved from the kitchen to the room adjacent to the lobby and made my move.

I sneaked up behind the thief and pointed my gun at her. With the handgun’s barrel pressing up against the back of her brown hair, the battle was won.

“Who the fuck are you?” she said with her arms in the air.

“I’m a thief, and this is my mansion. Leave and I won’t hurt you.”

“Hurt me? I’d like to see you try!”

The Bubblegum Bandit spun and tried to swipe my gun. I brushed her hand away, but she was already preparing her next attack. Her sleek leg lifted and delivered a roundhouse kick. I managed to stop it with both my hands just before it hit me. I shoved her to the floor and secured both her hands with mine.

I knew the bandit wasn’t like a normal woman, but I had no idea that extended to her looks as well. Behind her mask were two bright green eyes. Her leotard accented her figure well, particularly when it came to her breasts. The woman’s hips were magical, with thick thigs contrasting her relatively slender midsection. If we had met anywhere else, I would have fucked her brains out. But I had a job to do.

“I’ll only say this one more time bitch: this is my house. Leave or I’ll make you leave.”

“Heh, mecidiyeköy escort no thief around here has the balls to talk to me like that. You new?”

I already had a script in my head for questions like these.

“I scored in Chicago a few years back. Now I’m here looking for more,” I said.

“That’s nice and all, but around here I’m the queen bee. I don’t fucking share,” said Bubblegum.

“Well I don’t either,” I said. I grabbed her wavy blonde hair and yanked her up. Just as I was about to toss her through the front door, she caved.

“Alright, alright!” she screamed.

“Alright what?” I said, yanking even harder on her locks.

“I’ll work with you, show you around town. First, let go of my fucking hair.” I did as she asked, then pointed my gun straight at her temple.

“Second is you give me your weapon,” I said. She stared at me, and with a frown removed something from inside her right boot. In my open palm she put a Glock.

“Anything else?”

“No,” she said.

“Bullshit,” I called. I noticed that in the pink-yellow leotard suit, underneath her right breast there was a protrusion. Most likely a knife, and I wasn’t planning on getting stabbed that night. She stared at me, then complied. With a lot of effort, she lowered the straps at the front of her suit to just beneath her breasts. Her tits were wide and perky, with pink nipples gently jutting forward. The thief removed a knife with its holster and handed it to me.

“Good,” I said. “You were saying?”

“I know a lot of people, and I get some help in planning heists. I steal everything myself, but without support I’d be making a lot less bank. I’ll give you their info at the end, and in return I get to keep 50%.” She put her leotard back on, and damn if I wasn’t a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be seeing those nice tits again.

“Make it 30%,” I said.

“Fine, 30% it is. Now let’s start.”

We went to the bedroom and shuffled through the mother’s jewelry box, putting the gems inside a duffel bag that I brought with me. We got half a dozen nice watches and rings, but compared to the size of the house, the loot was bare.

“There’s a lot missing,” said Bubblegum. “These people are worth $100 million and we have barely fifty grand in here.”

“They’re probably hiding it somewhere,” I said. “Let’s look around.”

Bubblegum and I searched inside the master bedroom, tearing it apart in the process. We tried under the sofa and inside cabinets, but there was nothing interesting to find. I rigged the setup, so I expected nothing less. The thief grew more disappointed and exasperated, throwing obscenities with every drawer she pulled open. When she went down to check beneath the bed, I swallowed hard. Bubblegum’s ass was pointing straight at me. It was the biggest, most toned ass I had beşiktaş escort ever seen. Down where her cheeks met, her vaginal lips were nicely outlined.

It made me harder than stone. I was throbbing, ready to put my dick deep inside her. I shook my head and tried my best to think of something else, though. I had a job to do.

When I felt that enough drawers were unsuccessfully searched, I pulled my trump card. I grabbed a knife I had in my coat pocket and stabbed the king-sized mattress. This sent Bubblegum into something of a shock, but I ignored her and ran the knife through the bedding. Fluffy mattress guts flew around the room as I reached in and grabbed a bag. Bubblegum ran over and opened it, revealing a mess of shimmering jewels.

“How did you know this was here?” she asked, in awe that someone else managed to out-thief her.

“I’ve been watching them the past week. Had a new mattress brought in three days ago. They seemed like an old couple that would rather trust their house than a bank safebox.

Bubblegum looked through each of the jewels, admiring the quality of each. She was happy to the point of being giddy. It got me excited too, dammit.

“There’s millions in here! Mother-fucking-yes!”

“C’mon,” I said. “Let’s go search the other rooms.” I didn’t want to be in there any longer than I needed to be. Get her trust, get the info, get out. That was the plan.

“Wait!” she called. “You, you’re not half bad, huh?” Bubblegum was eyeing me up and down, then she pressed her body against mine. Her tender breasts rubbed against my own chest, making me become hot all over.

“That’s right, I’m a professional. I don’t play around,” I said firmly.

“To be honest, I’ve wanted to find a thief that would treat me right for sooo long. Everyone else in this city’s a fuckboy, but there’s something oddly… exciting about being with you.”

She leaned in and went for it. Our lips met and parted, giving way for a kiss. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I went for it anyway. I grabbed Bubblegum’s shoulders and brought her closer to me. Her scent was undoubtedly that of bubblegum. She stopped partway to take the piece of chewing gum off her mouth, and we continued our dance. My tongue was messing around with hers, intertwining and throwing my common sense out the window.

She crouched down and unbuckled my belt. I was aware of what was happening, but my head wasn’t registering it yet. And then she did it. Bubblegum lowered my boxers to let my hard, throbbing penis stick out. She licked the head while staring straight into my eyes, and went for it. Bubblegum took in my veiny cock. She pushed it in and out of her mouth, and with each round I got harder. Her mouth was splendidly sensitive, but she managed to take it all in. I was so deep in that my balls smacked against her chin, and it felt etiler escort oh so good. She raced it in and out of her mouth, in and out, in and out, then gargled again with my manhood deep inside her mouth.

“Let me put it in,” I said. She nodded, her face as red as an apple. I turned Bubblegum on her side and pulled aside the part of her leotard covering her vagina. I wanted to go down and suck her clit, make her the wettest she’s ever been in her thief life. But there was no need. The cloth was already damp with her juices.

I went for it. I pushed my cock through her wet lips and deep inside her vagina.

“Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me haaaaaard,”

I was an engine and Bubblegum’s moans were my fuel. I chugged my throbbing cock inside as her face rested against the side of the mattress. She could take in so many inches, but it was still remarkably tight.

“Want me to fuck you harder?” I asked her. I put two fingers into her mouth.

“Harder, please. Harder!” she shouted in between my fingers. I grabbed onto her thick ass and rammed my member into her vagina with even more power. The pressure was mounting inside of me. The flood gates would open soon.

Hers took no time at all, though. As soon as I pressed further in, she cried out and unleashed a torrent of pussyjuice that drenched my cock. Even after that, her lips still pressed between my penis and sucked me in. She wanted more.

“I’m gonna try anal, alright?” I said, removing my fingers from her mouth.

“Never done that before,” she said. “But let’s do it.” Her face was red and her body was quivering, but she looked determined. Bubblegum started taking off the straps on her leotard.

But I couldn’t wait. I put both my hands on top of her mighty ass, and with one forceful move I ripped through the cloth, giving me a first row look at her anus.

I took my cock, hard and dabbed in her ejaculate, and slipped it inside her ass. She shouted at first, but eased into it after a few seconds.

“You ok?” I asked her.

“Yeah, just fuck me in the ass!”

I grabbed onto her thighs and lifted her high up in the air, my cock still jammed into her anus. Those thighs were things of beauty, thick but absolutely firm. There was no doubt in my mind that she could crush anything put between them.

At first I could only slip a few inches at a time, but after a few minutes’ worth of ass-ramming, I fit my entire cock inside. She moaned, asking for more, while her eyes rolled up so hard I thought they would retreat into their sockets. As I moved my hips in and out, I could feel her becoming tenderer at the touch. I was approaching my limit as well. Time for the big finish.

I summoned the same power that it took to lift her up and used it to ram her ass down on my cock one final time. It went down like a hammer, making my balls and body shake to their core. I shouted out, and to my surprise she did the same. As pussyjuice shot out of her vagina, I filled her ass with my cum. It trickled out, and when I took my cock out I spread the last bits of it over her asscheeks. The sperm flowed out of her ass like a river, and she sunk her head back in the bed to recover.

You may be the Bubblegum Butt Bandit, but I am the Cock Captain.

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