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A Divinely Erotic Tale

By Aleq de Satyr

Part 1

Prologue

A few years ago when my sister read my highly erotic Novella “The Spicy Isle”, to her poetry group the “Women’s Circle” one spring evening, the reception was so overwhelmingly positive; indeed some panties were very much soaked according to her.

The group’s Moderator found it to be so lusty, the Sex a great mountain of desire, a great geography erotic imagination and totally surreal. She found it exciting, provocative, and magical. A virtuoso that has put the mystery back into sexuality, as well as an allegory on Satyriasis and the Bacchanal.

I was invited to their next meeting to share my views, my experiences with the women and also read to them more stories…My sister had told them that I am an inveterate, studly cocksman; had fucked most of her friends from college to the present time; not to mention all those other women the world over. Indeed, she had bestowed upon me the titles: Pasha of Pussy, Connoisseur of Cunt, Titillator of Twat. And my cock is not only big but I use it to satisfy a woman totally… Well, what can I say. I did find the diversity and the sorority among the women quite refreshing.

Chanda Vega…Hindi for Lusty Woman

During the socializing one of the women, an Indian called Ela which means orgasm, engaged my attention. The longer we talked the more I became attracted to Ela. Her ideas, her creativity, her beauty. Her fresh and glowing cinnamon-colored skin, her soft doe eyes of liquid brown. I was spellbound by the woman, this almost-stranger who was so alluring and she could sense it.

She is also elegant, sophisticated, smart with a graceful, slender 40 year-old body…She loves sex, ritualistic sex and erotic behavior, constantly seeking out men and occasionally, women who fit her fantasies. She is an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; she is open to everything and explicit about her sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored..

“I threw off the yoke of marriage to completely immerse myself in sexual freedom and the pursuit of lusty pleasures”, she said emphatically.

I was intrigued by her wildness, her openness which I enjoyed. Ela did not want to go back to the party. She followed me to my car. Her apartment was a couple of miles from the lagoon…It was a full moon. We walked thru the front door into a largish living room filled with books, evidence of being a librarian, and decorated with artwork from Africa and India. The entire decor was lavender-purple, down to her bedsheets. There were lots of plants. Ela smiled at me briefly and led the way to her bedroom where she began to undress with slow deliberate movements, while she watched me undress.

We stood there naked facing each other. Her very nearness was intoxicating. I could feel my own urgency as my cock began to harden and elongate to a full rampant erection, eliciting a loud gasp from her…My eyes travelled up and down her brown body. The slender arms covered in black hair, the soft round breasts with upturned dark nipples…The hairy abdomen below her navel, flowing smoothly into the big, prominent densely-thatched bush; the hairy thighs and legs that ended in narrow feet. Ela glowed like honey in the setting sun, her skin smelling of spice and oils.

“Oh Louis, your cock is so big, so fucking hard” she murmured stroking my throbbing dick.

I pulled her down on to the bed and we started to caress, to explore, fondling, touching, kissing, nibbling, stroking…What lovely hands she had. I pushed Ela’s legs apart and started to eat her pussy like the swan, my tongue rampaging between her legs. Between layers upon layers of pulsating labia and turgid clitoris. My face was wet with her thick juices…

“O God” she groaned, “O your tongue, your tongue…O Kameshwari, it feels so good” she panted. Ela was very wet, soaking wet. She was calm, her rich nectar flowing down my chin. My palms were filled with the curves of her ass, kneading the smooth flesh while her body undulated slowly, and the soft folds of her belly quivered.

She heaved and moaned and I sucked and ate her until she fell back in spasms, like a string puppet, her long black hair sticking to her face and the sweat between her breasts glistening in the dim light…She spasmed and shuddered for long moments, her body seized by a powerful orgasm. Ela was wet, very wet and wide open like a cavern of juice. Her scent tantalizing, her gaping cunt enticing my cock into extreme hardness.

“Enjoy me as I’d never been enjoyed before. I’m a Chanda Vega” she whispered, as I slowly sank my dick all the way inside her. Feeling the urgent vibrations of her big clitoris. I explored her cunt with my cock, so smooth and soft inside unhurriedly like a gourmet, relishing her slippery twat…She rippled and throbbed around my dick, fully contained by her pleasure responding to mine..

I fucked her soaking swollen cunt, dancing inside her with an easy rocking rhythm…Her nipples felt hard as stones Starzbet in my mouth…”O my God Louis, you fuck so nice, it feels so wonderful” she mumbled, pressing me further into her depths…”You deserve to feel so good” I responded, grunting with delight as I stroked inside her strongly yet delicately. “O yes, Louis, yes yes” she mumbled sweetly.

My cock was alive and very hard, pounding into Ela’s depths skillfully, relentlessly until she screamed and buckled in a gut-wrenching orgasm; her nails clawing my back. Her dense pubic hairs soggy and dripping with juice.

While Ela was still shuddering and bleating, I aimed my cock at her G-spot and began to stroke her there smoothly, luxuriantly, leisurely. She held me in a tight grip with her legs, tears running down the sides of her face.

The sex was exciting and poignant. I gave her all I had and more.. She was elegantly wild and ravenous, her hungry cunt on fire. Heat, lust and pleasure spilled and bubbled until we both plunged into a deafening climax. Ela started to gush fluid from her cunt, responding to my equally forceful ejaculation; she seemed to have entered another dimension…Then we dissolved into a long, throbbing moments of liberation, silence.

While Ela slept soundly in a post-coital languidness, I began to ruminate with a joint, over what she’d told me earlier. She wanted us to be close intimate friends who can also be lovers without the emotional baggage. Which of course squares well with my own philosophy. I find strong female friendships extremely sensual and erotic. To me the line between “friend” and “lover” often tends to blur or non-existent.

People bring to each other their pasts and they merge with their hopes. Enjoying exquisite vibrant sex, making it fun and playful but always sacred, magical, divine; sharing closeness and intimacy with women friends is something that I cherish very much.

I was in that peaceful state between sleep and wakefulness the next morning. I could hear the birds chirping and singing cheerfully in the tree outside the window. The room was sweet with daylight and sunshine and smelled strongly of sex. I felt Ela’s warm sleepy body against mine, as we lay naked spoon fashion in the warm bed my semi-hard dick pressing into the crack of her soft ass cheeks.

My cock began to stir, hardening, elongating, hugely swollen, insinuating itself into her moistening folds molesting her clitoris. I threw my arms around her cupping her breasts and stroking her nipples. She stirred and pushed her ass into my groin, rubbing against me like a cat, silently, rhythmically. Her cunt had become fully wet and my dick easily slid into her. I started to move inside her slowly with sure deft strokes as her sensations began to build up and intensify. Then the phone began to ring. We tried to ignore it but it kept ringing. Finally Ela answered it.

“Well, what the fuck kept you” I heard an irate voice on the other end. “Where were you anyway?”…

“Priya, I’m fucking” said Ela calmly, her voice tremulous. “Please call back in two days, I’ll be done then”. I could hear Priya cackling at the other end.

“That woman is one giddy bitch, don’t be surprised if she showed up here” said Ela, pushing against me and gobbling up more cock.

“By the way who the hell is Kameshwari?” I asked Ela.

“She’s the Hindu Goddess of carnal love”…

“Tell me about her” I insisted…”Later, just fuck me now, slowly” she whispered. My sister must have made quite a stir at the Circle, because after my delectable tryst with Ela, some of the Circle women called me to get together using various reasons. The first was Yael the Leader/Moderator

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Hot Creamy Yoni

In the Tantric traditions of India, the Yoni is a sacred vessel that holds the nectar of life and yields the powers of pleasure, desire, creation, and manifestation. It is the name for Vagina, Vulva, Cunt.

Yael (“Lilith’s Daughter”) was a 50 year old Jewish feminist-activist-intellectual; the Moderator of the Women’s Circle. She also published the group’s Alternative literary journal called “Hot Yoni”…I’m sure you can imagine its contents!. And frankly it is lively, daring and beautiful; It’s dynamite! I hope it survives the current censorship shit.

Yael Invited me to her house to talk about regular posting of my erotica in Hot Yoni. She treated me to some booze, pot and a delicious lunch. Then to some of her vintage, wry, sardonic, Yiddish humor and witty anecdotes…I could not resist not taking notes.

Quote: “It is not your prick that gives me pleasure fool, it is my clitoris”…(rather good!). She always exhorted women to:

“Acknowledge your cunt in your writings; its texture, its landscape, its rhythm, its ecstasy. Scream and shout about it…Don’t be a man-made woman, be a witch, a Medusa, that is a storm, wild and biting”…

“Woman’s desire is life-invoking, it is a power from within!…Be seekers, thinkers, creators…Be explicit, be outrageous, be daring, Starzbet Giriş be dangerous. Be Woman”!!. And indeed, Yael is refreshingly raunchy and sweetly obscene.

Yael showed me some of her largely unpublished writings, which are erotic poetics and constitute autobiographical, personal meditations. It is writing of excess, of laughter. A female song of political anger, feminist theory, intelligence and wit; suffused with an erotic intensity…She is a woman whose sensuality is part of her mind. Sexual love is a powerful motivating force in her nature.

“So, Mr. connoisseur of cunt, how about checking mine out”? said Yael looking totally desirable.

“I thought you’d never ask” I said stroking my cock.

Yael looked supple, super sexy in her sarong, her full, bare breasts jiggling, her black hair hung loose around her shoulders; her belly decorated with a tattooed bird. She was every inch a woman. She ushered me into the bedroom where she fondled and undressed me slowly, sensuously, after placing three votive candles on the dresser…I like women who take the initiative. I felt my cock harden with anticipation when she whispered softly, “I want this to be an exquisite, sensual torture for both of us”.

She grasped my cock with both hands and squeezed…”OMG, it’s so fucking thick and hard, fucking awesome”! she exclaimed. Then she stroked my risen cock with her tongue for long moments. I wanted to fuck her so much.

She removed her sarong then her thong and spread her legs…Her hairiness was incredible. The wetness of her cunt was like sunset over a glistening river. She sat astride me, facing me her legs bent, her head resting on my chest. Slowly she lowered herself onto my cock engulfing me in her molten heat.

Shifting her weight on top of me, whispering sweet obscenities, working my cock with her pussy muscles, letting out ragged throaty cries…Her thick hot, creamy Yoni juice dripped onto my pubic hairs as she moved up and down my cock; her breathing getting faster. Yael shuddered and let out a long moan, convulsing with orgasm and was still for long moments.

She began to rock gently, back and forth, plunging her tongue into my mouth as she gripped my cock very tightly with her cunt, sucking it inwards…The pleasure was excruciating for me. But I held on tenaciously. She looked into my eyes, amazed at my control as she squeezed and milked my cock with her strong inner muscles. God, it was amazing!. I let my eyes wander around the room, finally settled on the reflection of the candles and our bodies in the mirror, which gave an illusion of an ancient ritual.

I panted, her voice distant, taunted my climax. She squeezed my cock with her cunt, very tightly, rhythmically. I began to drown in the sensation of it, crying out loudly…I saw colors; yellow, red, then purple, dripping moisture, sweating pleasure. Finally crowning my explosion that echoed and reverberated in Yael’s own second orgasm.

We lay there replete, basking in the afterglow, the cool breeze that wafted in…Then I began to thrust firmly into her again from behind. Her response was instantaneous, fresh, strong, displaying a woman’s capacity for slow, continuous orgasms…It was intoxicating, the smell of our fuck reeking from the bed as we became saturated with passion; numb cock stroking an inert cunt, a test of endurance…Then the last and final spurting of semen deep into Yael’s writhing, climaxing body.

Two hours later I put Yael on her back, her legs spread wide, her cunt gaping her clitoris throbbing. “Now it’s my turn woman, allow me to fuck your head loose” I said plunging my dick all the way inside her very hot slimy cunt…I fucked Yael intermittently for 24 hours until we were both spent. It was a relentless, intense take no prisoners kind of fucking! Before I left Yael gave me a key. It was to her house and cunt she said. A truly amazing woman I daresay.

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Part 2

“The Sensual Power of Voodoo” …

Is a book by Anise that invites you to become a “spiritual slut” and embrace the powerful healing essence of sex from the perspective of a Voodoo Priestess. The book is provocative and unapologetically candid. It’s also a powerful sex guide that offers “Voodoo-Tantric” practices that will invigorate your sex life and enrich your sexual power. Yes, this book is sexy and erotic, but by its very openness it is empowering.

“Instead of seeing sex as something that should be hidden in dark places, it’s revealed here in all its divine beauty. By reveling in sex as holy, healing, and wholesome, you’ll overcome and dispel any sexual shame you feel. You’ll also awaken powerful Goddess energy that will let you assert yourself where before you might not have allowed”. said Anise.

Anise is a beautiful 42 year old Creole originally from Dominica. She is an exotic looking, vivacious woman with a positive smiling aura.

“Being wanted and desired is the best aphrodisiac” she declared while we had dinner at the Acropolis Starzbet Güncel Giriş Garden restaurant one Saturday evening…”Voodoo is a way of life,” she added. Voodoo rituals held during a full moon is to celebrate “Iwa” the Goddess of love, sensuality, and feminine power; the spirituality of sex…To say that I was carried away would be an understatement.

Anise’s high rise apartment had rooms of many colors. Full of books, records, Antiques and wood carvings. She was divinely naked in no time. I couldn’t help desiring her womanly, sex-flushed body, watching her with pleasure. I was struck by the sight of her cunt dripping juice profusely, down her inner thighs; holy shit, this chick is really turned on I thought with satisfaction.

Her dusky body was sleek and lithe like a wildcat. Her breasts round and firm with large nipples, her ass fleshy and compact; her cunt smooth shaved, her clitoris pierced. Her brown eyes glowing like hot coals. “How do you feel Louis” she smiled. “Horny, very horny” I said reaching for her. “Well, why don’t we take care of that then” she said smiling.

Anise gazed at my naked body, my erect cock with admiration as she mounted me on the bed. I could feel her soft breasts and firm nipples; her soft smooth skin. She kissed me on the lips and licked my ear. My cock was rock hard and blood long. Her strong hands explored my body tenderly, finally resting between my legs where they found and grasped my big, hard erection. “O Louis, it’s solid so beautiful” she whispered. She rubbed the cock head against her sopping wet open vulva. Her cunt dripped juices copiously onto my crotch.

She maneuvered her body onto my dick inserting it into her wet opening and pushing down until I was all the way up her pussy…She was deliciously tight. She began to rotate on my cock cooing, “Oh, it feels so good” as she rocked her hips.

Anise moved on me, in circles, pushing, sliding, grinding. Her cunt was soaking wet. I buried my face in her breasts as waves crashed and broke around us. The room was removed from the world, we were floating, fucking, swimming and flying together. The pleasure was so intense. She came fiercely, shrieking, clutching me tightly, her cunt squeezing my cock as it spasmed.

I rolled her onto her back after a while and began to fuck her, slow and steady with practiced control. Her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy. “I’m going to fuck you slowly and for a long time” I whispered in her ear, moving deeper and deeper into her cunt with each thrust, pushing into her in a rhythmic ebb and flow. I felt her cunt open up to take all of my, cock in. “Oh, Louis, Louis” she sobbed.

Anise began to squirm, spreading her legs wider as I cock-stroke her clitoris with a heavy, sliding rhythm for a long time. Our gaze locked, taking a measure of each other. She had become very slick, her odor strong. I reentered her deliciously elastic cunt, feeling her relax against my cock like a coiled spring, then clenching in rhythm with my thrusts. A film of sweat covered us both like mist. She moaned and writhed, rising and falling beneath me. I fucked her deeply and slowly for a long time. Her cunt felt so good and tight, her body moving rhythmically, enjoying what I did to her. She gave me all the room to play in that puddle between her thighs, filled with thick lubrication like warm egg white that streamed down the crack of her ass to her asshole. She opened like a turgid flower of hot undulating creamy femaleness. I fucked Anise relentlessly.

“O my God!” she screamed, holding my dick inside and squeezing. She was ready to come again, her body trembling. She paused briefly to regain control, urging me to fuck her harder.

I felt the turmoil building inside me while Anise surrendered to her tremors, clasping me tightly, wrapping her dampened cunt around my hard swollen cock, until I began to dissolve and cry out loudly, pumping my cum into her…It was a massive orgasm that engulfed us as I exploded forcefully into her, howling like a dog, echoing her mournful, primal cries.

Anise and I spent the next 24 hours in a long, desultory, fine-tuned fucking. I navigated her breasts, her clitoris her cunt, her asshole. I was filled with an unquenchable lust for her, and she in turn abandoned all restraints on her inner demons.

“God you’re incredible” she said, as she moaned to my strong thrusts, stroking silkily yet powerfully into her aching, juicy cunt and asshole. Drawn by her heady smell, the sucking and sliding sounds my cock made inside her drenched, churning pussy. It was fucking that went on and on, her body swelling with joy and ecstatic perfusion. Revelry all around, one continuous love fest. Juices flowing in excess, my cock plowing her cunt, her asshole, rippling, rousing, fucking imaginatively. There were shudders and muffled sounds, losing ourselves in each other’s landscape, in wild enthusiasm. The room thick with the aroma of fucking…

Anise’s orgasms were always ferocious, filled with piercing screams and primordial cries. There were profound and poignant orgasms, when consciousness itself is momentarily lost…And the body and spirit fused, sated, exhausted, overtaken by enormous comfort, joy and breathtaking peace. “Oh Louis, I wish you’d stay here with me forever” said Anise.

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My Greedy Landlord

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Public Sex

From crisis to diagnosis, to coming to terms with my situation, to finally getting my meds sorted, to getting to a point in my life where I feel life is once again worth living, has taken a little under six months.

Looking back over my recent past, my bi-polar roller coaster of highs and lows were caused by a stress related mental breakdown. More prevalent in society today than ever before. I am now on somewhat of an even keel. I can smile once again.

Here’s my story.

All in the space of three eventful days I received a life-changing job promotion – with salary boost. I also discovered my partner was cheating on me, and was about to ditch me, which he did.

Following this, and my subsequent breakdown, my job promotion and salary boost was rescinded. This resulted in my immediate dismissal. My erratic conduct and unacceptable behavior also resulted in the withdrawal of any kind of financial or emotional support. This, of course, gently tipped me over the edge and drove me towards a downward spiral of despair.

As the days passed slowly and I felt more and more sorry for myself and my very kind doctor attempted to assert some form mental equilibrium in the form of steadying medication. This he successfully managed.

A new turn of events presented itself to me in order to counter my by now, predictable routine. This was in the form of a visit from my landlord.

Up until this point the only communication between myself and the agency who Sahabet brokered my living arrangements was a monthly email thanking me for the prompt payment of my rent.

Mr. Peter Cummings, the man who actually owned the property I called my home, presented himself on my doorstep two days following the second non-payment of my monthly rent.

I was at that particular point reverting to a modicum of normality when what I can only describe as an extremely surreal turn of events presented itself to me.

I don’t know how Mr. C had so quickly and completely came to understand my current predicament. I was of the mind at that time that I was being taken advantage of. My benefactor agreed to write off the rent I owed, and pat my future rent, If I would perform certain duties for him, to which he knew I was used to. He wanted me to suck him off on a monthly basis.

The first time, I felt quite helpless and used as Mr. C unzipped himself and unceremoniously thrust his tiny erect cock towards my face. Thinking back, it was all quite automatic. I had him in my mouth for less than a minute before he spasmodically erupted and shot his load. I was a good boy and swallowed the lot. My landlord seemed pleased as he bade me farewell until next month.

After feeling sorry for myself a little, and wallowing in the depths of depravity and despair to which I had sunk, I suddenly acquired some self-esteem. I told myself I was a clever bloke and it only Sahabet Giriş needed a bit of detective work to place myself in a position of power. I told myself I was not a prostitute.

A quite speedy Google search left me absolutely speechless. My discovery quite literally turned my life around and gave me the strength to give me back my self-worth.

Mr. Peter Cummings was quite a wealthy man. He was not only nine years younger than me — but looked ten years older — he was married with four daughters. His eldest daughter was eighteen and he and his wife married when they were both eighteen (sounds like she was pregnant when they tied the knot). He also had a fourteen-year-old daughter, and twin seven-year-olds. So, he must have poked her at least three times.

Taking in the carefully Photo-Shopped family photo on his web-page, it was quite obvious where the family got their looks. She was quite stunning. His looks could scare small children and frail people. It was also quite obvious that his wealth was the attraction that initially got him into his wife’s knickers, even if a premature consummation had taken place, it was enough to knock her up, and set her up for life. Some people are single-minded and easily pleased.

It was also plain to deduce that his wife wasn’t prepared to take his dick in her mouth, even for a short time. That was my job.

I spent the day fantasizing about all possible outcomes and likelihoods. Were Sahabet Güncel Giriş there other tenants that satisfied other lusts that Mr. C had? With me, my landlord wanted me to take him in my mouth and perform fellatio on him resulting in ejaculation in quite a speedy manner. Were there, I wondered, any instances whereby, my landlord might take an erect penis into his own mouth and suck until he found relief?

The most difficult part of my tryst I found hard to comprehend was when all things logically considered, I was effectively being paid $1,000 a minute. My hourly rate was akin to $60,000.

For a short while I couldn’t believe how much Mr. C was prepared to pay for what little he received in return. On his next visit I tried at first let him feel my own stiff cock, and even prod him with it. Alas, all to no avail. He wanted to be in control. I thought I had scared him off when I almost forced him to penetrate me by forcing myself against his stiff prick. This resulted in premature ejaculation, embarrassment, and a hasty getaway, and month long wait to see whether I’d blown it or not. Luckily, I hadn’t.

I have now reached a place where I have realized my worth, and I am comfortable with whatever life has decided to bestow on me.

I have always believed that the market will always find its true value. Price will always even out at the level people are prepared to pay.

As I finally achieve the state of mind and mental health to sustain where I believe I need to be, I am reminded on a daily basis about not looking a gift horse in the mouth, and grasping every opportunity as it comes my way.

For now, I live rent free and and am adequately taken care of by the state. Long may it continue that way.

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Lady Penelope – Milf of the Mansion Ch. 21

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Babes

Not to sound sexist, but it might be said that the majority of women share a common weakness. That is a compulsive desire to buy shoes. Lots and lots of them. (Including my wife-author!)

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was no different. And being comfortably well off, the middle-aged aristocrat owned hundreds of pairs. But that didn’t hold her back from enlarging her collection. On the last day of January, Her Ladyship arranged for a home visit from her favourite supplier, Crockett and Jones of Chelsea. After breakfast and a leisurely workout, she awaited her man in the living room.

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In addition to Williamson Manor in the county of Surrey, the esteemed gentlewoman had acquired a home in London, in the South-West suburb of Richmond. She felt safe and comfortable here thanks to its low crime rate, friendly community, and cleanish environment. And above all, the largest Royal Park. She had purchased the house for half a million and had hired specialists to help renovate it to her personal tastes.

Leonard found the large house as the sunlight broke the shadows of the trees. He had visited many wealthy clients in his first six months since joining the shoe suppliers, but none compared with Lady Penelope. He had been casually advised that the wealthy middle-aged woman had a reputation for being a man-eater and that she had an unquenchable thirst for those of a tender age. As he had just turned twenty-one, his dick might be up for grabs. Literally!

“This way,” said the uniformed maid who led the way down a tiled hallway with a high ceiling.

The woman spoke no more as she walked slowly but with purpose and stopped outside one room that had double doors. She opened them and announced Leonard’s arrival. Lady Penelope was standing by the window and the rays of the sun silhouetted her tall frame.

She turned and blew smoke from a cigarette set in a long black holder. Leonard was impressed by her choice of outfit which consisted of a silk blouse in berry red that featured an exaggerated collar with button fastening which she wore enticingly open. Her beige mini-style pencil skirt was cut for a close fit from wool that was accented by gold rivets and which did the job of accentuating her long and luscious legs. With her shirt tucked into the sculpting high-rise waist, she displayed a stylish look and feel. Naturally, his eyes fell upon her feet and he noted her £500 plus Jimmy Choo Ivette nude patent strappy sandals in black.

“You’re thirty minutes late. I abhor tardiness with a passion.”

With the grace as well as the temperament of a big cat, the tall blonde vision stubbed out her smoke in a cut glass ashtray and sat down in an ornate Queen Anne armchair.

“So, where is Mary?” she asked in a plummy accent.

“Mary is busy elsewhere. She sends her profound apologies.”

“And who might you be?”

“The name’s Leonard. Leonard Ashfordly.”

“Ashfordly? Of the Kent Ashfordly’s?”

“Indeed, My Lady. Lord Rupert is my Father.”

“I see. How is the old beggar? Haven’t seen him in Yonks. Are you spoken for?”

Leonard shifted from one foot to the other as she stared directly at him. This woman was utterly free of pretension and was clear-headed, he thought.

“I’m engaged. To one Lady Patricia Brewster.”

“What? That silly young cow with the atrocious giggle and skinny arse? Oh, young man. You could do so much better.”

Lady Penelope mentally undressed him and she cocked her head with an altogether prurient interest. Leonard visibly balked. Her flashing blue-grey eyes told him that she would be able to eat him up alive if she so wished, and the way her voluptuous body filled out her top and skirt was almost enough to draw him into her arms. Alarm bells rang.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“May we try on some shoes?”

Lady Penelope spread her hands and looked at the timid chap disdainfully.

“Yes. Yes, of course. Size eight, right? I brought some fine pairs for you to try on today.”

He dumped several boxes on the thick shag pile as the top-heavy socialite fussed with her loose hair and adjusted the hem of her skirt. Leonard brought out a small rack and helped her put her left foot upon it as he removed her shoe. He lifted the lid of the first choice and Penny cocked her head at the sight of a pair of Christian Louboutin high-heel pumps in black leather. They had a distinctive red sole and had a five-inch stiletto.

“These retail at £500 and come in a five or four-inch heel.”

“Slip it on.”

Leonard gently took her foot and slid it on for her. Her Ladyship studied it and languidly caressed her calf, pumping her foot as she did so. The already nervous chap gulped as he looked up her legs from his kneeling position and caught a glimpse of her golden pubes that hid her sex. The copiously endowed vixen had foregone wearing any underwear under her pencil-style skirt and showed no inhibitions about flashing him. Penny noted his obvious lascivious gaze and she licked her lips in a forward gesture.

“These are Sahabet superb. I’ll take both the four and five-inch pairs. Next.”

Leonard shifted and hoped that his stiffening dick was sufficiently out of her view. He opened another box and peeled back the soft tissue. These sandals were made by Aquazurra and were in silver, with high heels, an open toe, a single band over the front of the foot, a longer tie at the ankle, and a triangle-shaped support behind the heel.

“These are made in Italy and cost £600.”

The woman nodded as he placed her foot in one. As he did so, she held his hand in hers and together they shoed both of her feet. Lady Penelope stood up and walked about the room in the new sandals. She had a graceful step as she made three circuits around him.

“Yes, very fuckable,” she announced with a sly look in his direction. “I shall make heads turn when I wear these. Don’t you agree?”

“Er…”

“Hold that thought. Show me some boots.”

She sat down and lifted her left foot up and then the other. Leonard removed each shoe and stared hard at her plump pussy mound which she unashamedly displayed when she raised her legs in turn. He retrieved another box and pulled out the ankle-high black boots with the four-inch heel and lace-up fronts. She lit a cigarette and looked down on him as he unlaced the first three eyelets so that she could slide her foot in. This time he used a shoehorn to help her place her foot inside the tight-fitting boot. He tied the boot off with a bow and found himself stroking the rapier thin spike of a heel. He began to perspire freely as she lifted the heel directly into his groin.

“Do you approve, Ashfordly? she asked as she rotated the heel against the solid root that bulged outward of his trousers. “Yes, I believe you do.”

“They suit you.”

“Is that a fact? Are you suggesting that I am somewhat dominating?”

“Heaven forbid, My Lady.”

Extinguishing her smoke, the very suggestive MILF fanned her right hand across his wedding tackle.

“It must be terribly uncomfortable in those tight trousers. I strongly recommend you take them off.”

“You…you do?”

“Most strongly.”

Leonard stood tall and shrugged. He had been instructed back at the shoe suppliers to make as much of a good impression as he could.

“It goes without saying that Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson is a highly revered and loyal customer of Crockett and Jones,” barked THE Mister Jones. “I want you to do everything in your power to please her.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

With those words ringing in his ears, the agitated young fellow dropped his strides and cupped his unbound protrusion. His boyish face was creased in dismay and bemusement. He was still unsure of the peculiar manner in which the woman went about her business. He tried to regain some composure but it was pretty much impossible as the MILF was transfixed with his youthful body. He wondered what might be her next move with rising trepidation.

“Isn’t that better?” the aristocratic nympho mused as she scrutinised the outline of his cock and balls in his tiny briefs. “Now, show me the big ones.”

In his underpants and shirt, Leonard produced a very long box and folded back the thin lid. From within, he pulled out two red boots. Shiny and reflective, the thigh-high boots had a five-inch stiletto heel and a high-gloss PVC finish. A long zipper ran up the side for a snug fit. The total height from the base of the heel to the top of the boot was twenty-seven inches.

“Such splendid boots! Just what I need for those special occasions.”

Without a second thought, the renowned noblewoman hurriedly tugged her top off over her head, pulling her arms free of the loose-fitting garment, and then shedding her skirt. The provocative blonde goddess had a hefty bosom that bounced unfettered on her chest. The gentle swell of her middle-aged stomach led the eye to her mons that were covered by the almost transparent bush of yellow pubes. The fleshy hemispheres of her buttocks pushed out behind her, as exposed and unchecked as her abundant boobs. She possessed the biggest pair of tits he had ever seen in his life. Not to overemphasise the obvious, but Lady Penelope was a blonde bombshell, despite her being no spring chicken.

She sat back down and lifted her right leg. Leonard sheathed her foot in the shoe of the boot and they both dragged it up. As she zipped it up he put the other boot on her left leg. Penny ran her fingers up and down the PVC and nodded in approval. She stood up again and put her hands on her hips. The boots finished with an immodest height that focused attention on her prominent pussy mound. With her fair hair fanned out over her shoulders and her thumping great tits thrusting out, the titled Lady looked highly shaggable.

“What do you think?”

“What?”

“If you say what again, I’m going to spear your scrotum on my spike heel. Never mind, I think I have my answer. Do take those ridiculous pants off.” Penny wrenched Sahabet Giriş his underwear down and Leonard grabbed onto his boner in a futile attempt to hide his modesty. “Dear me, aren’t you the bashful one?”

His sizeable cock had hardened to the point that it stuck out of his groin at least eight inches in length. His flagpole of a dick looked majestic as it curved slightly to the left. Lady Penelope licked her lips neatly like a cat preparing to lap the cream as her eyes remained glued to his overactive groin.

“Hmm. you have an odd curve just here.”

He felt the warm hand of the tall dominatrix take his throbbing cock and he watched her squeeze it hard just below the swollen head where it sloped slightly. With a slow and measured deliberation, she stroked his rock-hard horn with a firm grip. As he grew to full hardness she moved her hand more quickly.

“This reminds me of my nephew. (See Chapter Four) He had a similar kink in his cock too.” She lifted her face and looked him in the eye. “Don’t you and Lady Patricia make whoopee?”

“Patricia is a virgin.”

“Ha!” Her Ladyship sat back in her ornate chair and fingered her gash. “I’m not surprised really. The poor girl has a face like the rear end of a London bus. Now, make like a footstool.”

“Wha…say that again?”

“I want you to kneel on the carpet beneath my feet and pretend to be my footstool.”

Leonard frowned and did as he was asked. He stretched out on the thick carpet on his hands and knees and made his back as flat as he could. One red boot came up and the foot rested on the base of his spine. He swallowed hard at the feel of the rapier thin heel digging into the bare flesh of his rounded behind. He heard her grunt in approval as she traversed his back with the heel, moving slowly up between his shoulder blades. She brought the other heel to his face and lightly scratched his chin with it.

“Lick it,” she ordered him.

Petrified to refuse, Leonard stuck his tongue out and lapped rapidly on the shiny new boot, inhaling the aromatic scent of the PVC. His cock twitched as he brushed the carpet with his lower body, and he closed his eyes as he continued to lick the sole of the boot. Penny grinned as she sadistically pressed her foot hard against his mouth. He drooled as he lapped away and his erection ached for some sort of physical contact. His lips sucked in the five-inch heel and he hummed uncontrollably as he warmed to the task.

“There’s a good boy.” Penny raked his dick with the spike-heeled boot, teasing his boner wickedly, and he could not deny the feeling of sexual excitement she released in him. Her other heel made a line down his lower spine and settled in his bent-over backside, the cheeks of which glistened with his sweat.

“You’ve made my boot nice and wet. Now I want you to make my cunt nice and wet.”

“Yes, My Lady,” he replied in his devotion to duty.

Her Ladyship moved her bottom further to the edge of her set and opened her thighs out wide. Leonard sighed as he took a much-needed tug on his knob thereby giving him momentary relief. Tentatively he stuck out his tongue and leaned into her golden bush. Her loins had that feminine muskiness that triggered several emotions. Obedience, passion, and sexual arousal. He started dead centre and then lapped at her pussy with long sweeps. Lady Penelope smiled demurely at his youthful enthusiasm. Tingles of pleasure multiplied as the novice ran his eager hands up the backs of her firm legs to the soft cheeks of her bum.

“Lower.”

Leonard grunted as he slipped his pointed tongue along the narrow groove to her anus. He burrowed in dutifully, lubricating her private starfish in a spit bath. He fisted his stiff cock as his ardour burned in him. He fancied he could hear her sob in delight as she twisted in the chair and tapped his shoulders with the stiletto heels of her new red boots. He didn’t realise it but his sprightly slurping of her nether holes were unleashing a barely contained joy of the unquenchable noblewoman. Unable to defer the matter, Penny pushed him away and her eyes blazed at him with a wanton lust. His cock, in all its virile readiness, jutted out at an eighty-degree angle, pulsing and wagging at her in invitation

“Just let me look at you. Your cock seems nice and hard. Would you like me to sit on it so that you could shove it inside my hot and juicy muff?”

Struck dumb with apprehension, Leonard smiled weakly. Penny had decided that she wanted him. Wanted to ride his dick until she came on his stiff white column.

“Listen up, you will not cum until I permit you, is that clear? If so, nod.” Leonard nodded as instructed as he wanked off harder. “Be seated.”

Penny rose up and he seated himself in the vacated chair, his backside feeling the delicious warmth she had deposited.

The dignified vision in the thigh-high boots held his plum-sized balls in both hands and squeezed them. Then she stooped over so that her huge tits pointed south and she slid her mouth inch by Sahabet Güncel Giriş inch down over his stalk. Wet-sucking noises were the only thing to be heard as Penny worked his knob into her wet mouth. Both her hands gripped his thighs and he winced as her long fingernails dug into his flesh. Her head bobbed back and forth and her lips pursed and sucked in hard.

The deeply cultured socialite held his erection firmly as his helmet throbbed inside her closed mouth. She pulled it out and ran her pink tongue around the large crown before she plunged back down on him once more. He poured sweat as he wriggled on the plush chair and cried out in pleasure.

“Remember, you do not cum until you get the word.”

The haughty tigress devoured his entire length in one great move and kept him inside her mouth as saliva dribbled out of the corners of her lips. She pulled back and gazed at the shiny and slick prick in her lily-white fist, then grazed her teeth on the very top for luck. He kept his eyes on the incredible sight of her jumbo tits as she let a long string of spit puddle the ample cleavage. She pushed her hooters together to make one large tit and slipped it over his upright pole.

“I’ll wager Lady Patricia can’t do this.”

Definitely not he agreed as he was given his first-ever boob fuck. His cock was drawn deep into the homemade channel as if he were being invited into a huge pussy of tit flesh. She proceeded to wank him off by sliding her mammaries up and down rapidly. She bent her head and stuck out her tongue to greet his bell end when he emerged from the twin pillows. The undulating belly of the ravishing seductress met his balls as he fucked the soft swell of her breasts. The colossal globes showed no evidence of middle-age sagging and felt supple and soft on his rod. The nipples stood out in relief as she tossed him off between the heavenly mounds.

“Begging your pardon, My Lady.” Penny and Leonard both reacted to the presence of the maid who had entered the room silently and paused in mid-stroke.

“Yes?” she enquired as she beat the meat of the still-seated teenager.

“Just to inform you that lunch will be ready in thirty minutes.”

“Splendid. I’m just working up an appetite too.”

As Penny tugged on the tops of her boots, the maid regarded the naked shoe salesman with a haughty air.

“Shall I serve for two?”

“Absolutely not. Ashfordly will be leaving shortly.”

“As you wish, My Lady.”

Once the woman had left the room, Leonard made to leave.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“The maid…she saw everything…us…naked.”

“And? I have no secrets in this house. I come and go as I please. Clothed or unclothed.”

With that, the unscrupulous socialite slipped one leg over his and then straddled him, the PVC pressing on the outsides of his thighs. As she positioned his boner to her loins he welcomed the soft wetness of her pussy against his cock head.

This was it. Even though she was more than twice his age, he was up for giving the dog a bone. Lady Penelope planted her heels firmly in the shag pile as she dropped lower so that his knob was sheathed by her quim. She thrust her plentiful bosom out, drawing his bemused face into her breasts.

As she began to rise and fall on his log, she breathed softly in fluttering gasps, high-pitched and feminine. Leonard was pinned to the chair, his dick impaled by her heated cunt. Her skin, pale and fairly wrinkle-free, was highlighted in a sheen of perspiration. He pumped up, shifting his hips in a circle to try to compete with her. In reply, the horny nympho pressed down even more, thrusting into his groin with an unbridled passion. The antique chair was creaking from the pile-driving strokes of the woman and her tall frame bounced over him. Bloody hell! This one could fuck!

“Ride, ride, ride,” she moaned again and again as she twisted and writhed.

Her hips thrust down and up, probing ever deeper in the moist heat of her passion. Leonard was dumbstruck. He savoured every wriggle of her voluptuous body as she fucked him faster and harder, her strokes becoming hotter and more frantic with each thrust. His cock was engorged, swelling to unparalleled proportions, driving into her dripping muff as she provoked and coerced. Every thrust into her caused him to squeeze her thumping tits in sheer lust. She may very well be over fifty but she fucked like a twenty-year-old.

The more she submitted to the power of the huge shaft caressing her cunt walls, the more she ground her lower body into him. Her hair fluttered and her boobs jiggled wildly as she rammed down, loving how his eyes were fixed on hers. His orgasm grew fast now, increasing in strength from every hard thrust she gave him.

“I…I can’t hold out.”

Her Ladyship popped off of his pulsating dick and smacked it across the unique curve of the veiny shaft.

“NO! I forbid it.”

Exhilarated and blissful she stood, teetering in her red boots. This would not do. She looked at the young fellow and his sweat-soaked body and sighed. He watched her sashay across the room to a cabinet and retrieve a small item from one of the drawers. She tottered back on her stiletto heels with her gigantic rack jiggling and ripped away the plastic wrapper.

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Fat, Old Cow

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This story is published for the 2024 On The Job Challenge 2024.

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The intern Dr. Benjamin Smith arrived a few minutes early for his first month of work on the surgical team at Mercy Hospital. He had finished four months on the medicine ward and was looking forward to four months of surgery. Later in the year he would do a couple of months each on pediatrics and gynecology before switching over to emergency medicine, his chosen specialty, for the following two years.

He had enjoyed his surgery rotations in medical school and was looking forward to his next few months on Three West and Four West, the surgical wings of the hospital. Because he was not going to specialize in surgery, he knew he would probably not spend much time in the OR but would be working primarily on the two wards doing pre-op and post-op care. He was hopeful his time would help him with his evaluations in the emergency room in the future.

After the rest of the team assembled and introductions were made, the attending surgeon, the resident and the two interns started out on rounds. Every morning the team would go together with the head nurse to assess the patients, make team decisions about care needs and discharge plans. There was a lot of routine paperwork, except it was computer work now days, to make sure everything was done correctly, the right meds were prescribed and the correct wound care was ordered.

Ben’s co-intern was going to specialize in surgery so he naturally would spend more time in the OR than Ben, something which didn’t bother Ben at all. He enjoyed meeting and talking to the patients, which couldn’t happen when they were under anesthesia. Because he was on the ward extensively, he got to know the nursing and ancillary staff well. One nurse in particular named Hannah caught his eye and he enjoyed working with her but he had long believed he should not get too familiar with the nursing staff he was working with. If feelings were hurt, for example, patient care could suffer. But he still enjoyed talking with her and ruminating in the back of his mind was the idea of asking her out once his four months were over.

After his first night on call where he slept in a quiet ‘call room’ just downstairs from the wards, he woke up to the faint hum of a vacuum cleaner in the hallway outside of his room. As it was time for him to get up anyway, he shut off the alarm on his phone, washed his face at the sink, tidied up the room and opened the door. The woman in the hallway appeared older than him, had ash-blonde hair and a warm smile.

“Good morning,” he said as he smiled at her.

“Hallo, Doctor.”

He noted a fairly strong Eastern European accent, returned her smile and introduced himself. “I’m Ben, working on the surgery team.”

“I am Svetlana but people call me Lahna.”

“I thought I detected an accent. And you say it like ‘Lah-na’ and not ‘La-na,’ right?

“Da.”

“Nice meeting you, Lahna. My room’s ready for you and thank you for keeping this place so clean.”

On his way upstairs he thought about her. How did someone get to their hospital in their city in the middle of the country all the way from Europe, probably from Russia. Maybe if he had some free time someday, he might ask her.

The next two days were busy but he was able to keep the work under control. On the third day when he was again on call, he went down to his call room around three pm to rest. Two things an intern always does is rest and eat whenever there is a lull in the action. He was stretched out on the bed reading on his phone when he heard a soft knocking on the door.

“Yes?”

“Hallo, Doctor, I forget trash this morning. I empty it now. OK?”

“Sure thing, Lahna. Thanks.”

When she brought the can back to his room, he sat up, smiled and asked, “Lahna, if I may ask, where were you born?”

“In Russia, near Moscow.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Da, sometimes. I have no family so I not go back.”

“Me, I’m from Maine and I don’t get much vacation so I won’t go back for a year. But you, it must have been a long time.”

“Da. Twenty years.”

“Twenty years! Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe someday you can go to visit.”

“Nyet.It is now bad. I no wish to go back.”

“Oh, I see. Well, thanks for the trash pick-up. I’ll see you around.”

“Doctor?”

“Yes?”

“You nice to me. Most doctors no talk to me.”

“Well, my mom always told me I was the most talkative of her kids. I guess I like to get to know people.”

“OK, I go now. Good-bye.”

After she left, Ben wondered why people wouldn’t talk with her. The cleaning crew was an essential part of the hospital. Sure, they didn’t have tons of training and many were poor but if they didn’t exist, the place would be a pigsty and infections would be a major risk. He also noted she seemed sad and didn’t talk much but perhaps that was due to the language issue. But she was attractive. She kept her hair pulled back in Sahabet a ponytail, her face featured blue eyes, prominent cheek bones and a cute nose. She also had a nice figure with large breasts. Maybe she sported a few more pounds than ideal but he was sure she attracted some guys’ attention.

Over the next month he would see her working on Four West but never on Three West where the cleaning crew consisted of a Hispanic appearing man and a tiny Asian woman. When he saw her on Four West, he would always greet her with a smile and ask her how she was doing. One time he thought he saw her blush after he met her in the hallway. ‘What was that about?’ he asked himself as he walked past her on his way to the ER.

On another day on call he was finished with his routine work by one pm and there were no scheduled admissions. If the emergency room stayed quiet, a word no one liked to use for fear it would jinx them, he could see himself getting a full night’s sleep. He had learned never to plan on it but he did head to the call room to rest, just in case. As he entered the hallway to the call rooms, he ran into Lahna.

“Hey, Lahna. How’re you doing?”

“Good, Doctor.”

“Uh, I have a favor to ask.”

“Favor?”

“Yeah. Maybe you can call me Ben. Please.”

“No, Doctor. I must call you Doctor. They tell me.”

“OK, how about when it’s only the two of us?”

“No. I forget and call you Ben and get trouble. I call you Doctor.”

“OK, I understand. Are you busy now?”

“No, I finish. I go home soon.”

“Oh, where do you live.”

“In trailer in Happy Acres.”

“Oh, right down the street. That’s convenient for work, eh?”

“Da. I walk here. I have no car.”

“How do you go shopping?”

“I have bike and take taxi.”

“Well, I won’t keep you from going home.”

“You nice to me. Can I ask question.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“How old you are?”

“Twenty-five. And it’s only fair you tell me how old you are.”

“Forty-two.”

“Wow, you were only, what, twenty-two when you came here.”

“Twenty-one. I have birthday one week after I am here.”

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to move to a completely new country and start over. It must be hard. Why did you come here?”

“Is long story. In my family, my ottsa, uh, my father was dead. We have no money and we were hungry. I heard American men like Russian girls. A company helped me meet American man. I send letters, he send letters. I send pictures. He ask me to marry him and pay for trip. I come to America and marry him.”

“Did you love him?”

“Nyet.I need money.”

“Are you still married.”

“Nyet.Bastard cheat. We get divorce after seven years.”

“Why did you stay here?”

“No money to go home and they have no money. I am citizen now. I stay here.”

“Wow. That’s quite the story. Do you, uh, do you have a man now?”

“No man want fat, old Russian cow!”

“Lahna! You are not fat. In fact, I think you are very pretty.”

“Doctor, you crazy.”

“No, I’m not. Here, look in this mirror.” He gently led her into his call room, a closed the door behind them and stood behind her at the sink, their images reflecting in the mirror. “Look here. You have beautiful hair. Nice color, thick and wavy. Do you dye it?”

“Dye?”

“Uh, you know, color it.”

“Nyet.Is mine.”

“There you go, a natural blonde. And your face is gorgeous. You have those beautiful Russian cheekbones and lovely lips. And look here: your figure is wonderful.”

“No, too fat.”

“You are not fat. You aren’t skinny like a model but you are not fat. You have a nice waist and your, your rear end is…”

“Rear end?”

“Uh, your butt. Your ass.”

“Oh, you like my zadnitsa? My bum?” she giggled as she backed into him, which caused his pelvis to touch her buttocks.

“Oh, God, Lahna, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“It’s OK. Long time since I touch man,” she said with a hint of redness in her cheeks.

“Zadnitsa, huh? The first word of Russian you teach me is for the butt,” he laughed, “Yes, I think you have a nice zadnitsa.”

He saw a slight grin cross her face and figured she had probably not heard a positive thing about looks in years. She came to the US desperate to survive and later she was divorced and barely hanging on.

He went on. “And your breasts, you have wonderful breasts,” he added as he stood behind her.

“We say grud,” she responded as she stood a little taller and thrust her chest forward. “You like my breast?”

“Breasts, we say breasts, two of them and I like both of them.”

“Oh, Doctor, you too nice.”

“No, Lahna, I think you have no idea how attractive you are. I know there are men who would love to be with you.”

“No! Nobody like me.”

“Lahna, look at me. You were treated wrong by one man. There are many men out there who would be attracted to you.”

“Who, Doctor?”

“Well, Sahabet Giriş me. I’m attracted to you.”

“But you so young.”

“I may be younger than you but I know what is pretty and you, Lahna, are seriously pretty.”

“Oh, Doctor, you crazy but you make old lady happy.”

A few tears trickled down her cheeks as she looked at herself and at Ben over her shoulder in the mirror. She reached behind her and grabbed his hands and pulled them around her waist. There was a slight fullness to her belly but no one could honestly call her fat. As she stood there smiling through her tears, Ben realized he was responding to her. He had not had a sexual partner in many months and the nearness of an attractive woman, a woman who was holding his hands on her, was causing a slow engorgement. He gently tried to pull away but she held him even tighter.

“Lahna, I, uh, I can’t be doing this. If I get caught, uh,…”

“You get trouble?”

“Yes, big trouble.”

“Trouble because you make old lady feel good for first time in years?”

“First of all, you’re not old but secondly, I’d be in trouble for touching you like this. We doctors can’t be doing this. It’s not proper.”

“My belly not proper?”

“No, your belly is fine. I mean it’s not right for a man to touch a woman like this.”

“How about this?”

To his absolute shock, she pulled his hands up to her breasts, holding them there with her hands. He could feel a bra through the thin cloth but it was clear she had nice ones. They felt bigger than they looked and more importantly, they felt great. The semi-erection he had been fighting suddenly morphed into a full-on erection and he knew he had to extricate himself from the situation.

“Lahna, no! Please, we can’t do this.”

“Why no?” she asked as she backed her buttocks to him, rubbing herself into his crotch.

“I could get into so much trouble. Please take my hands off yourzadnitsa.”

“Nyet, this is grud,” she reminded him by squeezing her hands, forcing his onto her breasts even more. “This is zadnitsa,” she emphasized as she thrust her butt back to his pelvis. She seemed to pause once she brushed up against his erection before she swirled her ass around a few times, stimulating him even more.

“You like zadnitsa?”

“Yes.”

“You likegrud?”

“Yes.”

“You like Lahna?”

“Yes, very much. You are so sexy.”

“Oh, Doctor, you make fat, old Lahna feel good. Spasibo. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Uh, Lahna, you need to go, please. I don’t want to get into trouble.”

“I go. I see you maybe tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Bye, Lahna. See you tomorrow.”

Once she left the room, he gently closed the door and threw himself on the call room bed. What had just happened? An innocent conversation ended up with him holding her breasts, well, she was holding his hands on them, and with her rubbing her wonderful ass against his erection. He had trouble figuring out if she was totally naïve or was a scheming woman who knew what she was doing. Maybe she was going to set him up for blackmail! You know, get him compromised and bleed him for money to keep her from talking about it. But he truly didn’t think so. She seemed beaten down by her circumstances and appreciated his positive remarks about her. He resolved to be very careful in the future. In the meantime, he dealt with his erection in the most expedient way possible by shaking hands with Yul Brynner until he spewed into a tissue.

—–

Several weeks later he was surprised to see her in a forest-green scrub suit. And she looked great! There was a nice swelling peeking out of the low neckline, her bare arms bore no trace of flab and her ass filled the bottoms out nicely.

“Lahna, you’ve got a new outfit.”

“Da. Hospital make us wear this now. All cleaners.”

“Do they pay for them?”

“Da. That helps with money.”

“I bet it does. And,” he neared her subtly, “It shows off your nice sadnitza.”

“Zadnitsa,” she laughed, “And my zadnitsa is not sad!”

“Oh, aren’t you the funny one?”

“You make me laugh. What other word you learn?”

“Uh, uh, was it grud?”

“Da. You remember. You like my grud in this clothes?”

“I’d like yourgrud in anything.”

“Maybe I’m not ugly. You make old lady very happy,” she said as she turned her cart down the hall.

He wanted to answer but was concerned someone might hear him, so he kept quiet. Later that day he was eating in the cafeteria when she came through the line with several others clad in their new scrubs. When they walked by his table, Lahna turned and said, “Doctor, this is Miguel and Annie. They work on Three West.”

“Yes, yes, we’ve met. Hi, Miguel, Annie.”

After their greetings, the cleaners went over to a large table in the corner. Once they sat down, he became aware of Lahna looking between the others directly at him. One time when he smiled at her, she sat up straighter and it appeared she thrust her Sahabet Güncel Giriş chest forward slightly. ‘What was that all about?’ he wondered.

He was back on call the following day and night. It was busy and he didn’t make it to the call rooms until right before dinner. He was surprised to see Lahna vacuuming the call rooms.

“You’re working late.”

“Da.We have sick people and I work extra.”

“You get paid extra for that?”

She nodded her head saying, “One and one half.”

“That’s great. A little extra cash never hurt.”

“Which room is yours?”

“Number four.”

“I do it last.”

“Why?”

“We can talk.”

“Great. I’ll come back in fifteen minutes.”

When he returned, she was doing the final vacuuming in his room. She put all the gear back on her cart before turning to him. “I am finish. We talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I want,” she said as she gently closed the door behind her, “I want to show you this.”

She moved towards him and pulled up her scrub shirt until the bottom hem was right below her breasts. He could see her belly clearly, a belly which was full but shapely and sexy. “This. What is it?”

He saw a small swelling the wall of her belly. “May I touch it?”

She nodded nervously before he lightly touched her warm skin. The mass was small, soft and easily moved under her skin. It was immediately apparent she had a completely benign thing called a lipoma, a so-called fatty tumor.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. It’s only a lipoma.”

“Lipoma? No cancer?”

“No, not cancer. These are little clumps of fat under the skin.”

“I have fat clumps? I told you I am fat, old cow.”

“You’re not fat. Here,” he rubbed his hand lightly across her belly, “No more fat clumps and you’re not fat.”

“You like touching me?”

Quickly, he jerked his hand away. “I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Lahna. I didn’t mean to.”

“I like you touching me. Make me feel young.”

“Uh, I shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“We, I could get into trouble.”

“No one here.”

“But if anyone came by…”

“Door is closed.”

“But if they heard us…”

“No sound go through walls. I vacuum here and no one hears me,” she added pointing to the next room. She was right. The soundproofing was superb. There could be a full conversation in one room and it was not heard on the other side of the wall. “Touch me more.”

‘What was going on with her?’ he wondered. ‘Why was she being so blatantly seductive?’ Then his mind ran back to the fear she was setting him up for blackmail. He backed away, shaking his head. “No, Lahna, I really shouldn’t.”

“You say I am not fat cow but you act like I am.”

“Look, you are attractive, sexy even. But we can’t be doing this.”

“I think you sexy too.”

“Thank you, I guess. But still, no, we can’t be doing this.” He opened the door with the implied message she should leave.

As she left the room with her head bowed down in defeat (or was it shame?), he heard her whisper, “I like you, Doctor.”

“I like you, too, Lahna,” he answered softly as he gently closed the door behind him.

Two weeks later as he was checking in on a sleeping, post-op patient on the fourth floor, Lahna walked in. “I pick up trash.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Something seemed off. She went around the can to the far side instead of simply picking it up. He glanced at her as she bent over to the can only to see her top fall open, exposing her chest and bra-covered breasts to his view. At times surgical scrubs are more revealing than women, and even men, realize and he wondered if she had any idea how much of her he could see. When he peeled his eyes away from the glorious sight and looked back at her face, he noted she sported a broad grin.

“You like what you see?” she asked in a barely audible voice.

“Uh, Lahna, you may not know how much you are showing.”

“I look in mirror, Doctor. I know.”

And it became rapidly apparent this was all planned for his benefit. She had worn a sexy bra, checked herself in the mirror and had placed herself such that he could see down her top.

“You like fat cow?”

“You are attractive and you are not a fat cow.”

At that very instant he became aware of someone behind him and Lahna suddenly stood upright, taking the can with her to her cart outside the door.

“Hi, Doctor Smith, could I have a word with you about this gentleman?” asked Hannah.

“Sure, what’s up?”

They had a brief discussion about his temperature and whether it was unusual enough to warrant extra testing. They agreed to watch him for another two hours and reassess at that time. As she went to leave, she turned to him and asked, “I thought I heard you say the word ‘cow’ to the cleaning lady right as I was coming in. What was that about?”

“Oh, you mean Lahna? No, I was saying something about her getting ‘that now’ since the can was pretty full.”

“Oh, I see. My ears must be playing tricks on me. Anyway, I’ll call you in two hours with an update.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll swing by.” He smiled at her as he turned away only to see Lahna frowning at him from the doorway of the room two doors down.

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I’ve been away for so long. Some things have changed, some have stayed the same; the ice cream parlour where we used to hang out and try to meet girls is now a Starbucks. The park where I kissed my first girlfriend has been built over with holiday apartments. But it’s still recognisably the town where I grew up. The air somehow smells different here; maybe it’s just the breeze blowing in from the Channel, or the diffused smell of sausage rolls from the bakery on the High Street where my sister used to work. I don’t know, it’s just different.

On the promenade above the beach, a seagull mercilessly launches itself again and again at the discarded remains of a bag of chips, while an elderly couple look on and laugh to themselves. It’s late springtime; kids aren’t quite out of school for the summer yet but already you can sense the beginning of something. A tourist town gradually rousing itself from a winter slumber. Slowly, the shops extend their opening hours into the evening, drinks and ice cream kiosks take down the wooden boards covering their serving hatches. The air is becoming warmer, more welcoming.

Most of all, it’s that warm breeze that takes me back. I can’t explain it, I’m just suddenly in that summer, almost forty years ago.

—-

I’ve never been known for my patience, but my parents had convinced me to stick with school for longer than I had really wanted to. Back then, this town hadn’t been big enough for me; I wanted to see the world. No, maybe “wanted” isn’t the right word. It was something more than that, stronger than that. It was a need. Then the Royal Navy sent someone to our school with tales of travel and adventure, and that was it for me; my mind was made up. So, in 1985, at 18 years of age, I left school with more qualifications that I really needed, and promptly enlisted. No-one was surprised, least of all my parents.

But these things take time, and I found myself with a few months to kill before I went off to basic training. I knew that those few months would last an eternity if I just waited, so I set about trying to find a temporary job. If nothing else, I figured I would need some cash to keep fuelling my battered Mark 3 Ford Capri anyway.

The Capri, the first car I ever owned, was yellow with a black roof and a matching stripe running down the sides; my friends had all manner of nicknames for it, but that had never stopped any of them hitching a lift to school with me. Whether that was out of laziness or because Bodie and Doyle had one in The Professionals, I’ll never know; it was probably a combination of both factors. In the winter the car’s heating system always broke down so that on particularly cold days you could see your breath in the air, and in the summer, it smelled of hot leather and if you wore shorts you would burn the backs of your legs when you sat down. Nevertheless, I loved that car.

A friend’s dad ran a landscaping service, so I asked if he had any work going. As it happened, he had a job that his regular guys wouldn’t be able to get to quite yet, and the client was getting antsy. I got the feeling it was some high-powered businessman up in London, who had bought a weekend place down here on the coast and wanted the garden cleared. Apparently, it was in a right mess; overgrown to the point of being almost impenetrable. My new boss just wanted me to make a start on it so that he could tell the client that work was underway. The rest of the crew would turn up as soon as they could. I didn’t mind the work, or the fact that I would be working alone for the time being, so I told him to count me in. I loaded up the Capri with an armful of gardening tools and said I would start first thing on the Monday.

—-

When the day came, the sky was a brilliant blue from first thing in the morning. It was perhaps warmer than ideal for a day’s hard labour, but that was fine. I drove out of town and along the coast a couple of miles with the windows down and the car stereo turned up to almost full volume. The Boys of Summer kept me company on the drive; it was the first track on the tape, so it was easy to rewind it and listen to it again and again if I wanted to.

The road up the coast towards the house took me well out of town, to the point where houses were really few and far between. In fact, I was starting to think that I must have driven right past it already. Then, as I looked for a place to turn around, I saw it.

Seeing the house for the first time, the immediate thought that came to mind was to wonder how much money the client must be pulling in to be able to afford this place as a second (Or third? Or fourth?!) home. The idea of being able to buy a house just to spend the occasional weekend in was utterly alien to me at the time. It was a grand old place, fairly neglected, but with sizeable rooms, high ceilings and windows that looked out over a cliff to the quiet pebble beach far below. On one corner of the coast-side of the house was a large room built in Sahabet the shape of a circle with a squat, conical roof on top of it, itself topped with a metal weathervane in the shape of a sailing ship with three tall masts. The windows of the room had been thrown fully open, and from the street below I thought I could see movement in there.

I parked up and unloaded my tools, taking them through an open side gate and into the back garden. I immediately questioned what I had gotten myself into. Not far from the back wall of the house was a thick, waist-high barricade of nettles, and beyond that was what looked like a jungle of brambles and thorn bushes, hiding a greenhouse with probably not a single pane of glass still intact and a tree growing up through the centre of it. I wondered if I was genuinely expected to even make a dent in clearing this on my own.

I set to work. By this time, I was well into my pre-basic training fitness regime, which mostly consisted of running and swimming. I was in decent shape, but after a couple of hours working on the garden I was in need of a break, and at that point it occurred to me that I hadn’t brought anything to drink. There was an outside tap in the garden, but I really didn’t think that the water from it would be fit for human consumption.

I downed tools and approached the back door of the house; through the window I could make out a utility room and, beyond that, a fairly sparse-looking kitchen. I tapped on the window a couple of times, then tapped a bit harder when no-one answered. After still not hearing a response, I opened the door and stepped inside.

‘Hello?’ I called. I could hear a radio playing somewhere in the house, possibly upstairs. My boots were covered in dirt, so I kicked them off just inside the doorway and slowly walked through to the kitchen.

‘Hello? Is anybody home?’ I called out again. I could see an upturned glass on the draining board next to the sink, but it seemed impolite to help myself, so I walked through the kitchen into the hallway. The sound of the radio now didn’t appear to be coming from upstairs, but from the living room at the front of the house. I could see that the door was ajar, so I poked my head around it.

The room was dominated by a large fireplace, tall bay windows and a pile of what I presumed to be furniture, hidden beneath a paint-flecked dustsheet. The radio was perched on the mantlepiece, and Billy Ocean’s “Suddenly” was now fading out to be replaced by an instrumental song from Beverley Hills Cop.

In the alcove between the fireplace and the windows, a figure was standing with their back to me, painting the wall with long, vertical strokes in pale yellow. I guessed it was a woman from the scarf tied over their hair, but other than that it would have been difficult to tell, given the shapeless blue boiler suit they were wearing. They were shorter than me, but still perhaps taller than average for a woman, and as they painted, they jiggled enthusiastically in time with the synthesizer sounds coming from the radio.

I tapped twice on the frame of the door and the figure jumped in shock before turning to face me with the paintbrush held out in front of them as if to ward me off. Their face was liberally sprinkled with droplets of paint, as was the pair of goggles they were wearing, and between that and the headscarf it was difficult to make out any of the woman’s features from across the room.

‘I’m sorry if I surprised you,’ I said. ‘I’m working on the garden out the back. I was wondering if anyone would mind if I helped myself to a drink of water.’

The figure lowered her arm, suddenly realising that the brush was dripping yellow paint onto the floor. She carefully placed it into a paintpot on the floor beside her.

‘No that’s fine. I’m sure no-one could object to you having a drink. That garden’s pretty wild, huh?’

‘No kidding,’ I replied. I could feel the woman’s eyes on me; they weren’t unfriendly, but I certainly felt like I was being evaluated.

‘Thanks,’ I continued. ‘I’ll let you get back to it. I’m sure no-one’s paying us to stand around chatting.’ I gave a little laugh but it sounded horribly false, so I backed out of the room and walked back to the kitchen for that drink.

I felt a little weird for maybe an hour or two after that. It was guilt, I guess. The woman had clearly been enjoying her work, alone and with her music. And I had intruded on that, and somehow spoiled it for her. I decided to steer as clear from her as possible for the rest of the job, however long that may be.

—-

The rest of the day passed without incident, but also without much noticeable progress in my clearing of the garden. I drove back into town at lunchtime and grabbed something to eat; returning to the house with some cans of Diet Coke so that I had no reason to go back inside. I worked through until five o’clock, then called it a day. There were still plenty of hours of Sahabet Giriş daylight left, but the fact is that I was absolutely bushed.

The next day was as warm and sunny as the day before, perhaps even a little more so. Driving out to the house, I switched the Don Henley tape out for Bryan Adams’ “Reckless”. I loved the album, particularly when driving, although found it a bit of a pain that all my favourite tracks were in the middle of the cassette tape.

I worked straight through the first couple of hours and was pleased to feel that I was finally making some headway. I avoided going into the house again, even resorting to heading into the woods a few minutes’ walk from the house in order to take a leak when necessary.

Still, on occasion during the morning I had the distinct impression that I was being watched. I couldn’t see anyone else around, although I was sure that I did see a curtain move in one of the upstairs windows above me. I had started to wonder if it was a good idea for me to work here alone, if my presence was worrying the woman doing the decorating inside, when she made an appearance at the back door.

The shapeless boiler suit was still there, but other than that, she seemed like a completely different person; at least to look at. The scarf was gone, and her blonde hair was tied back into a loose ponytail. Her face, free of paint but also of make-up, had the healthy tan of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors, which showed up the patch of freckles across the bridge of her nose. It was a really nice face, a beautiful face in fact, and made all the better by the fact that she was smiling at me.

‘I thought you might like something more interesting than water,’ she said, holding out a glass bottle of Coke. ‘I’m afraid it’s not very cold; the fridge here doesn’t seem to be working quite right.’

I pulled off my gloves and walked over to her. I accepted the bottle while avoiding mentioning to her that I wasn’t much of a fan of “proper” Coke.

‘Thanks. That’s very kind of you.’

I took a swig of Coke as the woman looked out over the garden. Up close, I could see that her eyes were blue with a touch of green, and it occurred to me that I had seen that very same colour this morning on my way to the house. Her eyes were the colour of the sea on a warm summer day in England.

‘How’s it going out here?’ she asked. ‘I can’t believe that they’ve sent just you to clear all this lot.’

I wiped a hand across my brow. ‘It’s hard work, but I’m getting there. All the other lads are on other jobs, but they’ll be here soon enough. The boss wanted to have someone make a start just to keep the client off his back, I guess.’

The woman turned back to me, a look of surprise on her face. ‘Really?’ she asked. ‘Do you know the client?’

‘No, but I think he’s just some city wanker wanting a place down on the coast for the weekends.’ I nodded on the woman’s direction. ‘I guess he didn’t want to pay for more than one decorator either.’

She smiled. ‘I’m not sure the client wanted to pay for any decorators, really.’

‘Tight bastard.’ I was really warming to her now, and in truth was trying to show off a little bit, acting older than my 18 years. She was clearly more than a few years older than me; I would have put down as somewhere in her late twenties.

‘Hmm,’ she murmured. ‘Well, I’ll let you get back to it. As you said yesterday, the client doesn’t pay us to stand around chatting, hmm?’

I watched her walk back into the house. Despite her terrible outfit, I could see that there was a very definite grace to the way she moved. A kind of sway. I found myself wondering what lay beneath the boiler suit.

—-

For the rest of that week, she made occasional appearances in the garden while I was working. I learned that her name was Corinne, but beyond that, she seemed reluctant to share any details about herself. Our conversations mainly concerned the work we were doing and speculation about the “tight bastard” we were working for. Despite all this, I began to really like her, to the point that while I was driving home on the Friday evening, I realised that I had a very real and quite serious crush on her. It was a shame she was always wearing that damned boiler suit.

—-

On Monday morning, I couldn’t wait to get to work. Young as I was, I knew that such enthusiasm for the start of the working week was a rare and beautiful thing, and I wanted to make the most of it. The weather had other ideas. Less than an hour after starting in the garden, the heavy clouds above me finally unleashed the downpour they had been threatening since first thing in the morning. I gave it a few minutes in case it was nothing more than a passing shower, but there was no sign of the rain letting up, so I was about to take refuge in the Capri when one of the downstairs windows opened and Corinne called out to me to come into the house.

In the utility room, Sahabet Güncel Giriş I kicked my work boots off and walked through to the kitchen, accompanied by a regular squelching sound from my wet socks on the tiled floor. Corinne pulled the window closed and turned to me. The boiler suit was history. In its place, she was wearing a pair of red satin shorts and a white exercise vest that clung to every inch of her torso. The combined effect was nothing short of magnificent and was undeniably, to that point in my life, the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The shorts showed off her long, tanned legs and the vest highlighted her toned stomach below a pair of breasts so full and perky that it seemed unreal that they should belong to a woman standing in the kitchen of this dilapidated old house. I tried not to stare and failed utterly. Even the obligatory 80s legwarmers and the sweatband around her head somehow looked hot.

‘Um. I was in the middle of exercising,’ she said, pointing over her shoulder towards the living room. Are you okay to wait in here until the rain clears up?’

‘Sure, sure,’ I replied, desperately searching for something else to look at.

Corinne gave a slightly awkward smile and left the room; I watched every step she took until she moved out of sight, leaving me standing in the kitchen, in a puddle, with an erection.

I like to think of myself as a nice guy, and that was the same when I was a teenager, give or take the occasional instance of letting my hormones get the better of me. This was definitely one of those instances. I’m not proud of it, but it was so worth it.

I heard music start up in living room and decided to follow Corinne. She had pulled the door almost closed, but there was more than enough of a gap left for me to peek through.

The change in the appearance of the living room was nothing short of revelatory; Corinne had done a brilliant job. At the time though, that barely registered, and certainly not consciously. This is because my attention was entirely on the beautiful woman doing aerobics to the fucking Jane Fonda Workout video playing on the TV in the corner of the room. I’d seen the mother of one of my schoolfriends exercising to that same video with her friends and I can tell you that it had not had the same effect on me.

Corinne was breathtaking. Her tall, lithe figure stretched and swayed through the exercises, accompanied by some awful backing track that (I now know) wouldn’t have sounded out of place on a budget porn flick. The effect was compounded by the added touches that Corinne had included in her workout; if Jane had included that much caressing of her body, her video would have had an entirely different audience. Shit, even I probably would have bought a copy.

I loved every single moment of that workout; the sight of this gorgeous woman working her body in that ridiculous skintight outfit will stay with me to my dying day.

All good things come to an end, though, and this one was premature. No, that doesn’t mean what you think it means, although it was a close-run thing. No, as I watched Corinne lay on the floor and pull one of her legs up so far that she could almost have kissed her own shin, it suddenly occurred to me that my soaking clothes had left a trail of water from the kitchen to the doorway of the living room. Panicked, I raced back to the kitchen, grabbed a towel and hastily mopped up as much water as I could. I barely managed to throw the towel back onto the kitchen counter before, amid a lot of whooping and hollering from Jane’s paid exercise buddies, the workout session ended and Corinne re-emerged in the hallway. I looked out of the window at the sky above, as if attempting to divine the cessation of the ongoing downpour.

‘Sorry about that,’ Corinne said, picking up my freshly-discarded towel and dabbing the perspiration from her body with it. How I longed to be that towel!

‘No, not a problem. Good workout?’

Corinne stared at the towel for a moment, clearly confused about how wet she had made it, before looking back up at me.

‘Mmm, yeah, really good thanks.’

I laughed. ‘Good job the client didn’t make an appearance right then, huh?’

A look of confusion passed across Corinne’s face for a moment, before she joined in with my laughter. ‘God, yes. I’m sure we can keep this to ourselves, right?’

‘Oh yeah, of course,’ I replied, enthusiastically. ‘Our little secret.’

—-

The weather improved remarkably the next day; so much so that I decided to work shirtless through the hottest hours of the day. One cluster of thorn bushes turned out to be one almighty thorn bush, which needed more than the usual amount of effort to uproot. It took me the best part of an hour and a half, by which point I was a sweating, stinking mess. With the job finally completed, I decided that I’d more than earned something to eat. I turned towards the house with the idea of collecting my lunch from the kitchen, to find myself confronted with Corinne’s face at the window. I’m not sure which of us was more startled, but I can say with certainty that the surprise on her face was mixed with more than a little guilt. I reached for my t-shirt, but before I could put it on, Corinne had gone.

—-

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Some Guys Have All the Luck

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My entry in the 2023 Author’s Hangout Challenge — ‘Karaoke Story Event’. Nothing to do with actually murdering a song in a bar, but writing a story that resonates with a particular song title.

The story is also part of my ‘Cottage Industry’ series about a group of New England women setting up a porn collective. See the Series page for details. All stories in the canon can be read standalone.

Prologue

I really shouldn’t have been watching what I was watching in an airport departure lounge. Given the content, I just couldn’t resist.

Besides, it was six in the morning and there were only a handful of us waiting for a company charter flight from Boston to Bar Harbor.

I only intended to watch a few seconds, but inevitably got caught up in it. I was so engrossed, I never even realised Mac was in front of me until he spoke.

“Whaddya watchin’ O’Hara?”

I acted quickly at the sound of the stentorian baritone of Mac Bernstein, the man with the loudest voice in the Western Hemisphere. Most people called him an asshole but being from England via Irish descent, to me he was an arsehole.

Either way you cut it; the epithet fit.

I looked up wearily. Given the early hour it had already been a long morning. “Oh, nothing Mac. Just waiting for the call to arms.”

“Yeah, like I believe that. Way you shut the lid of that laptop and the look on your face, reckon you’re havin’ a sneaky peek at sumpin’ maybe you shouldn’t.”

“I’m a grown man, Mac. Unlike some I could mention.”

“Yeah, and maybe just a little desperate since the divorce came through?”

I resisted the urge to punch his fat face or place a kick to the groin. It was never advisable to argue with Mac as he just kept on getting louder of voice and redder of face until most eardrums in the room were at bursting point. The inevitable shower of spittle was also to be factored in. Not wishing to draw any unnecessary attention, I relented and lifted the lid of the laptop a little.

Mac’s pudgy face came closer and he adjusted his glasses. He saw the image that had frozen onscreen when I hit the pause key.

He drew in breath. “Sheeyit, what a pair of babes. Blue-haired kid’s a bit freaky-deaky but also kinda cute. But that MILF? Don’t get me started on that prime piece of hot ass! What was that old song? ‘Some Guys Have All the Luck.’ Shit, Steve — they sure do. I mean, guys like us don’t get that lucky, do we?”

“Guess we don’t, Mac.”

“Imagine that sweet l’il thing twerkin’ on yer pecker and the older lady grindin’ herself down on yer face like that. Two red-hot pussies – some lucky guy is having a helluva good time.”

To my unbridled relief we were requested to board the aircraft. I looked out onto the apron thinking it looked more like an oversized drone than an aircraft. I didn’t like flying at the best of times and this was not the best of times. I killed the file, shut the laptop and put it in my tote bag.

Mac turned towards the gate. “Yeah, that kinda shit’s for the lucky guys, Steve. They get to fuck ’em, we get to watch ’em. As I said, some guys have all the luck. That guy is one lucky dude. One lucky muh-fuckin’ dude.”

When he turned back, his smile was almost stomach-churning. “Just send the link and your dirty l’il secret is safe with good ol’ Mac, capiche?”

I followed on behind and smiled at his retreating back.

Maybe guys like you don’t have that sort of luck, Mac.

But some guys do.

And when you watch that video, you’ll never know that the guy having all the luck is one Steven Cormac O’Hara.

One

Smugglers Cove seemed like a nice little place to lay low for six weeks. I hadn’t done much research – just picked the first place that looked good within half a day of Boston and went with it. A place to hunker down and come to terms with what had been falling apart for three years but had finally collapsed in a smouldering heap of debris a few weeks earlier.

Nineteen years of love, hope and despair gone in an eyeblink.

I needed to get away and did so at the earliest opportunity. My boss was good and she gave me time off. I wasn’t looking for anything other than a chance to get myself into a new headspace and come to terms with being single again aged forty-two.

I arrived in the early afternoon and didn’t bother to unload the car. There was plenty of time for that. I collected the key from a numbered lockbox on a post by the door and headed straight to a well-renowned brewpub on the harbour called The Dockyard. I had tried their beers occasionally in Boston and liked them, so it was my first port of call.

The walk along the river was pretty and the town small, but characterful. Built around the point where the river estuary meets the sea, it was all old-fashioned boardwalks, clapperboards and fresh air.

As I walked the narrow streets, the classic Groove Armada sample of ‘Old Cape Cod’ on ‘At the River’ came into my head. There were sand dunes in the distance, Sahabet there was salty air and while it wasn’t a little village, it was certainly quaint. Despite not being anywhere near Cape Cod, I could almost hear tremulous strings and a strident trombone playing against the backbeat as I ordered my first beer in The Dockyard.

To my eternal delight, there was an English ale on hand pull. It had been a long time since I had partaken, so drank four of them, ate Irish Stew and finished with a Guinness. Both parts of my heritage were nicely taken care of and I headed for my rented condo congratulating myself on a choice well made.

There were six condos in the small complex along the riverside. Mine boasted a small pool with a barbecue area overlooking the river. I couldn’t see either getting much use, but it was a nice, secluded and relaxed spot in which to not so much reconnect with the world as disconnect from my old life.

I arrived back feeling a little the worse for wear. At least there would be no tee-total, nagging wife to berate me. It hadn’t always been that way, but another in a long string of faddy health kicks took her over a few years earlier. Thereafter, to paraphrase the classic Police song, ‘Every drink I took, she was watching me’.

Wishing I had unpacked earlier, I began to extricate my belongings from the car. As I did, the door of the adjacent condo opened and a woman dashed out, car keys in her hand.

She glanced across at me. “Oh, hi. Saw the car earlier. Strange to see someone here so early in the season. You renting or have you bought?”

I straightened up, hoping she would not notice my slight inebriation. “Hiya back. The former. Took six weeks on it. I know it’s out of season but I needed to get away.”

“Sorry, hope I didn’t appear rude, but it’s on the market, so wondered if I had a new neighbor.” She made her way towards me. “You chose well — Smuggler’s Cove sure is a nice place to get away to.” A slim hand encased in a red leather glove extended in my direction. “Mallory Felder.”

I took the gloved hand in mine and a little shiver ran through me. Lacie had occasionally worn gloves just like Mallory’s to tease me back when things were still fun and interesting. I fought down such thoughts.

“Steve O’Hara. Pleasure, Mallory. Certainly seems like a nice place on first look.”

“Yeah, has it’s quaint charms, but I’m biased. Born and bred here. You?”

“Boston, via a small town in England and a family tree that covers most of the Emerald Isle.”

“Thought I detected a Brit accent in there. Welcome to Smugglers Cove, Steve O’Hara. If you’re looking to chill, you’ve come to the right place.” She held up her car keys. “Apologies, but I need to be elsewhere kinda rapido. Gotta dash. No doubt we’ll see each other around, but in the unlikely event we don’t, have a great stay.”

I thanked her and moments later, a Cadillac EV pulled out of her carport. She waved as she drove away, tyres crunching on the gravel.

She was certainly a striking lady. Around my age, she had lustrous black hair that fell in natural curls to her shoulders. She spoke softly, but with an authority in the local accent and even in that brief moment together, I found her voice mesmeric. The gloves were not the only cow hide that adorned her curvaceous frame. A tight-fitting jacket and sheath skirt were both in black leather. Add into the mix a dark, brooding look accentuated by slightly hooded brown eyes and I had a very favorable first impression of my new neighbor.

Two

I didn’t see Mallory for two days after that and when I did early one morning, it left me more than a little puzzled and slightly uneasy. I was about to head down for morning coffee when a noisy motorbike engine disturbed the peaceful solitude. I stopped at the top of the stairs as a trail bike roared into view along the short dirt track leading to the main road, kicking up dust and leaving tyre tracks in the gravel. The rider was tiny and dressed in clumpy biker boots, skater-style trousers and a short leather jacket. It had to be a girl from the diminutive size. She hooked down the stand, took off a bulky rucksack and dropped it on the gravel.

Her hands reached up to her helmet, adorned with pink and blue swirls and I did a double take as she shook down a mass of electric blue hair that fell almost to her waist. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a glasses case. As the front door of Mallory’s condo opened, she put on a pair of red-rimmed glasses and stood grinning with her arms open wide.

Mallory walked towards her, hair wet from the shower, wearing only a silky black bathrobe and flip-flops. The two met in a joyous embrace. When they parted, Mallory planted a kiss on the top of the kingfisher-blue head. The girl stowed her helmet on the bike, picked up her rucksack and with a smile that lit up the day put an arm around the older woman’s waist as they walked into the house.

I went Sahabet Giriş down to make my coffee wondering what I had just witnessed. If it was a mother/daughter relationship, then it seemed a strange one. Their expressions as they saw each other intimated it was maybe something more and the embrace and the kiss certainly didn’t fit the dynamic of a family reunion.

The girl was cute as a button. Barely five feet tall, I imagined she was in her early twenties. The blue hair should have looked ridiculous but with her elfin face, it just looked right. The red glasses and a tiny nose-stud and lip ring all added up to a very different but very beguiling look.

Putting my strange neighbours out of my mind, I decided on a plan of action for the day. A nice long hike on the coastal path, followed by a late lunch in The Dockyard seemed like a good idea – as long as I didn’t overdo it on the English-style ale this time.

The walk was lovely if a little bracing at times. I clocked up a good ten miles and my new hiking shoes were comfortable and well up to the task. I had a lot of walking planned as back in Boston, the opportunities were limited. I loved walking, but my ex-wife had never seen the attraction of sightseeing on her built-in means of propulsion.

At least my first drink was well-earned this time. I sat on the outside terrace overlooking the river and small harbor, watching the world go by down below. It all seemed nice and relaxed after Boston. People ambled around aimlessly, sitting down to coffees at the various places around Harbor Square on which the town was centred. I people-watched strangers for twenty minutes or so when the only two people in town I would even vaguely recognise came into view, walking along the riverside towards the town, hand in hand. Once seen, Mallory and her blue-haired companion were not easily forgotten.

At the intersection before the pub, they stopped. Their embrace was the same as back at the condo except that this time, Mallory ended it by kissing the girl on her snub nose. Even from that distance I could see that it elicited a cute little giggle. They parted and the girl crossed the road, waving happily as Mallory waved back. She disappeared out of sight into the town and Mallory continued on in the direction of The Dockyard.

As she drew level with the pub, Mallory looked up and saw me sitting there, watching the world go by, a beer in front of me. She waved, smiling a most alluring smile. When I waved back, she pointed up and made an exaggerated motion with her hand, this time un-gloved.

Mallory Felder had just invited herself for a drink with me and I was not going to refuse the offer.

I raised a thumb and indicated the seat opposite with an open palm. Ninety seconds later, Mallory Felder slid into that seat. She wore the same leather jacket as previously, over a plain white t-shirt. This time she was in wet-look leggings and Converse trainers. She may have been around twice the age of the blue-haired girl, but at that moment she barely looked a year older. She certainly dressed for a woman half her age but somehow it suited her.

No, it didn’t suit her. It enhanced her. It made her look great. Not to put too fine a point on it, Mallory Felder was a wet dream and she had me wide awake.

“Howdy temporary neighbor. Fancy meeting you here this fine afternoon!” That seductive, velvety voice just added to the appeal.

The waitress came over and she ordered a large glass of Chardonnay. I had another beer and we shot the breeze on the terrace overlooking the river and the New England coastline, discussing my afternoon walk and the lovely nature of the town and its environs. As we did so, I almost forgot my recent troubles.

Almost.

It was inevitable she would ask what had brought me to town. When at first I appeared a little reticent to discuss it, she touched me on the hand. It was only fleeting but it was nice to feel a woman’s touch again.

She judged my reaction as reluctance. “Tell me to mind my own if you want.”

I didn’t exactly want to unload on someone I barely knew, but neither did I want to appear rude. I gave her a short and not-so-sweet resume of the recent divorce and the need to get away and clear my head.

She took a drink and nodded sagely. “Been there and got the t-shirt, Steve. In fact, I got two. First was like yours – painful and hard to take. Second was like, ‘Yay, that stupid mistake is behind me!'” The last line was said in a whispered shout and she waved her hands in the air as if celebrating.

Laughing, we changed the subject to more mundane matters such as what we did for a living. I said I was an IT consultant in Boston and when it was her turn, it seemed she was the one who was now a little reticent.

“Oh, I have my nimble fingers in a few little pies round these parts. I run a couple of web-based enterprises and I am starting to get into property investment. Just bought a second condo an hour Sahabet Güncel Giriş down the coast and I’m renting it out to a friend. I also run a… well, I suppose you could call it a hospitality agency. Staffing events and that kinda stuff.”

“Sounds like you’re a busy lady.”

“Yeah, I don’t let the grass grow. Means a lot of travel but I always love to return here to my roots.”

I was enjoying her company and offered her another drink. She glanced at her watch. “I’d like that Steve, but I’m meeting someone in fifteen minutes. I’ll just finish this one and I’ll be off. Been nice though, must do it again sometime.”

That sounded good and I told her so.

She held up a finger. “Oh, reminds me. I’m heading down to my other place in Coldwater Bay in the morning for a couple of days.” She rolled her eyes. “Work beckons. So if you happen to see any blue apparitions floating around my place, it’s not the Smurf From Hell, honest!”

I said I had seen a blue apparition arrive at the condo and also head into town earlier after leaving Mallory.

Mallory laughed. “Kinda hard to miss, huh? That apparition is the inimitable and incorrigible Miss Aspen Ventura. She’s the daughter of my… how shall I describe it? I guess my ‘second mistake’ just about covers it. My ex-stepdaughter, I suppose. Seems strange I get along with the girl that was fleetingly my stepdaughter way better than I did with her father. She stays over occasionally as she has friends in the area. Then she’ll be gone for a while. Boston, Coldwater, Providence, Portland. Stays with friends, her Mom, her Dad. Wherever she fancies next. Hard kid to keep track of, but she’s so sweet and fun to be around. Helps keep me young at heart.”

She drained her glass and stood. “I’d love another but… no-one can say ‘no’ to Aspen. She’s having a top-up on her blue rinse as we speak and I’m meeting her after to catch a movie. So, next one’s on me when I’m back. Say… five-thirty Friday? Nice way to round off the working week.”

Not wanting to use the words ‘that’s a date’, I told her I would be there, then watched her cross the square into town. I drank a few more beers, then walked home. I checked the local listings and as suspected, there was no movie theater within fifty miles.

I was intrigued and there was obviously more than met the eye in the relationship between Mallory Felder and the mysterious little Smurf.

As I was soon to find out.

Three

“Hi, you must be Steve!”

The voice was as cute as the rest of the girl. Full of life and character. Sing-song and a little flirty.

I turned from my laptop to see a sweet face smiling at me over the dividing fence. She was so small it came almost to her shoulders. Swallowing hard, I stood and walked over. “Indeed I am, and you must be Aspen.”

“The one and only.” The words were accompanied by a little curtsey which meant she almost disappeared from view. “Mal said she’d met our new neighbor so thought I’d say ‘hi’. So ‘hi’ again, Steve and welcome to Smugglers Cove.” She held up a tiny fist and bumped it gently with my much larger one. “Liking it so far?”

I told her I was but left out the fact that I was suddenly liking it a lot better now I had the chance to see her up close. Mallory had a dark, brooding quality about her that turned me on, but this kid was a real babe. Something told me that the bubbly, innocent facade was maybe not the whole story.

We chatted for a minute or two as I fought down improper thoughts and finally she put me out of my torment.

“Well, nice meeting you Steve. I’m off into town for most of the day and I’m heading out again tomorrow but you never know, may catch you again. Have a great stay in the Cove!”

A few minutes later the sound of her trail bike shattered the morning calm.

I went back to my laptop, cursing myself for looking at work stuff when I was on vacation instead of something more stimulating. After talking to Aspen, I felt the need even more. Instead I got caught up in a long mail trail with Mac Bernstein and a couple of other colleagues. I was grateful that it wasn’t a face-to-face with the hideous Mac, although I could still hear that braying voice in my head with every word I read.

I was there way too long and before I knew it, the afternoon had almost given way to evening. Just an hour more of work, then a beer or two and maybe seek out a video of a naughty blue-haired girl to entertain me. I barely even registered the sound of the trail bike returning around five.

It was a few minutes later when I heard the door of the balcony next door open. I looked up to see a tiny figure leaning on the rail, phone clamped to her ear. She looked down and gave me a cheery wave and mimed two words.

“Hi Steve!”

I waved and smiled back, the improper thoughts from earlier now winning the battle once more. When she spoke, it was loud enough to hear her sing-song voice but not discern the words. She went on for a few minutes, obviously getting a little frustrated with her caller, then rolled her eyes heavenwards and retreated back indoors.

Sixty seconds later, she walked out onto the terrace. This time I could hear her words and afterwards, I was never quite the same again.

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Grandpa Has A Big Dick 10

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Grandpa Has A Big Dick 10

By: DickThePimp

Totally Fake In Every Way Possible… Mature Filth And Fun

My grandpa Ted is a funny dude. He’s led such a cool, funky life too. A swinger. A mayor. A pimp. An agent. Hell… he’s even fucked Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Madonna… and Miley Cyrus. Yeah… he’s done it all. (

He just turned 106. Yep… 106 years old. And, he’s in good health. He rolls around in a wheelchair sometimes… mainly for the relaxation part of it… and also walks with a cane sometimes as well but, other than that, he’s fine. Doctor said recently that he’s got at least another ten good years ahead of him.

Grandpa Ted thanked his female doctor for the good news by banging her brains out on the exam table. Yeah… grandpa’s horny as all fuck 24/7. Still. That’s where the horny gene comes from in this family, I’m guessing. Ha.

Grandpa is staying with us for a few days. He’s spending most of his time charming and flirting with my girl Gabbie (Pornstar Gabbie Carter). She thinks he’s sweet and funny but, she doesn’t take it any further than that.

He’s hit it off really well with our neighbor Nattie (WWE Superstar Natalya Neidhart) too. She’s a hot milf in her early 40’s. She’s also my side chick. We’ve been fooling around for the last couple of years. She’s married but, her husband doesn’t know about her extra-curricular activities at all. He’s totally clueless about that stuff.

Nattie’s over at our place, cooking. Her clueless hubby’s out of town on business so, I’m reaping the benefits of it. We’ve been fucking about three times as much as normal since he left. Pretty much the whole time when Gabbie’s out… and sometimes when she’s here.

Nattie’s a great cook. Something Gabbie hasn’t mastered yet. But, Gabbie’s so fucking fine I let it pass. Ha.

The four of us are having a little afternoon get together at my place. Nattie’s making her patented beef stew. God, that chick can cook.

“Gabbie… do you think you could stir this for me? I really need to go to the bathroom.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks… Here.”

Nattie hands the stirring spoon to Gabbie, and quickly heads to the bathroom.

“Yum. Smells great.” Gabbie’s impressed by the smell from the pot on the stove top. She’s got a very-pleased/hungry grin at the moment.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

“Heyyy, grandpa Ted. I’m just stirring Nattie’s stew. Smells great, doesn’t it?” Gabbie waves the scent back to my grandfather. He’s in his wheelchair behind her. Smirking away. Not so much at the scent of the stew, but more so at the view of Gabbie’s sweet booty in her very-skimpy white leather miniskirt. Grandpa is an ass man… and tit man… and… Yeah, you get the idea. Ha.

“Sure Sahabet does, honey. It sure does.”

Grandpa Ted just reaches out and grabs Gabbie’s booty and squeezes. She pauses for a second, not knowing what to do.

She lets him cop a booty feel, feeling sorry for him because of his age and everything. Gabbie looks surprised, but she’s also smiling. Trying to maintain her sweet personality while she stirs the stew and also feels my grandpa’s naughty hand all over her ass… and now running up under her miniskirt and rubbing her naked pussy. Gabbie loves to go commando, so it’s perfect timing for horny grandpa Ted. Gabbie gasps at the feeling of his wrinkled hand on her pussy. She just bites her bottom lip and rides it out while he gets his jollies fondling her divine twat.

“Ummm…” Gabbie clears her throat, thinking of how to change the subject and distract my grandfather from diddling her pussy but… it doesn’t work.

He slides a finger up there and fingers her smoothly. Dude does work fast. Ha.

“Wow… that’s some sweet smelling stew. It’s got me and you both ready to chow down.” Grandpa Ted chuckles as he slides a second finger up Gabbie’s now wet pussy. Finger fucking her and tip tapping all over her perfectly puffy pink folds.

Gabbie closes her eyes and moans. Biting her succulent bottom lip and sucking it feverishly. Smiling. Loving my grandpa’s finger work on her excitedly quivering cunt. Her clit is pounding. Really feeling the fingering fun.

Gabbie snaps out of it for a second to remember to stir the stew.

“Oh god!!!” She lets out a strong moan when grandpa Ted slides a third finger up her pussy. Naughty chuckling as he finger bangs her with three very-mature fingers. Twisting and pumping them in and out. Getting them nice and soaked with my chick’s copious juices.

Gabbie closes her eyes again and smiles wide. Sucking her quivering bottom lip and breathing heavy as she feels her orgasm rapidly approaching.

When Gabbie cums, she bites her hand to keep from screaming out.

Grandpa Ted fingers her quivering snatch faster and faster all the way through Gabbie’s orgasm. Twisting his fingers around and pumping in and out. Tip tapping all over Gabbie’s furiously pulsating pink folds.

He pulls his fingers out and looks at them coated with my chick’s special sauce.

“Looks real yummy.” My grandfather laughs, then sucks his old fingers as Gabbie watches him over her shoulder, still moaning and writhing excitedly against the stove.

She giggles when Grandpa Ted bounces his eyebrows at her playfully while he sucks his fingers clean.

Then, my kinky grandfather further delights Gabbie by diving into her snatch and eating it. Burying Sahabet Giriş his wrinkled old face in there and sucking and tongue fucking her dripping wet coochie pie for a full five minutes straight.

While that’s happening, Nattie and I are having a nice toilet break in the bathroom. I’m sitting on the toilet, and she’s riding me. Facing me. Kissing me. God, that chick can kiss.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I love your mouth, James. I love kissing you. Oh yeah. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” Nattie’s tongue does it’s best hardcore molestation gimmick on mine. Perfectly fucking my tongue wildly as we passionately swap spit and make sweet, sweet mouth love.

Her lips are so smooth and so lush. Locking onto mine and beautifully fucking them.

My hands rub up and down her back while she bounces on my enormous dick. It’s bulging hard. Thumping on her pussy walls while getting showered with tons of sweet pussy juice. Nattie’s magical muff vibrating vivaciously all around my massive cock. The thick veins running all the way down the shaft thumping excitedly as Nattie’s pussy does the nasty, naughty pussy dance so perfectly on me.

Her big enhanced breasts are heaving mightily against my chest. Her insanely hard nipples are rubbing on me. Making me growl happily into her mouth. Nattie is such a sexy woman. In every way Possible. Her long, dirty-blonde hair is swinging around so sexy as she fucks my dick. If I ever marry a chick, she’s option B… right behind Gabbie.

Back in the kitchen…

Gabbie’s totally forgotten about Nattie’s stew. She’s busy riding grandpa Ted’s old weiner. Bouncing away on twelve inches of curved, very-old white dick. Thick and sturdy though. So hard too. So ridiculously hard… even at his advanced age. Dude is a phenomenon.

“GOD!!! UHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

“You’re liking the old man’s dick, huh, sweetheart?” Grandpa Ted smirks and chuckles. He knows the damn answer.

“I love it! God, I love it! Yeahhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It’s so big. My god!”

Gabbie smiles so happy. Bouncing on that old dick while grandpa Ted relaxes in his wheelchair. Smirking so confidently from ear to ear. He’s got my chick’s all natural 34DD tits in his old hands, squeezing away on them. Shaking them too as Gabbie happily pussy pumps his enormous cock fast and freaky.

“You don’t mind a little anal, do ya, doll?” Grandpa Ted doing his horny perv thing. A naughty smirk beaming bright on his happy mature face.

“Ummmm. No, I don’t. But…” Before Gabbie can say that Nattie and I may come in and catch them, my grandfather has her up, and his dick out of her pussy and right up her tight ass. Old dude works fast. Ha.

“OH MY GODDDDDDDDD!!!” Gabbie bites her lips, trying Sahabet Güncel Giriş to contain the immense pleasure she’s feeling at the moment. She starts squiring as soon as grandpa Ted starts fucking her 23 year old butt. He smirks deviously away as all of that milky cream pumps all over him. Gabbie bounces her sweet young ass on that giant old dick, holding the bars on the sides of the wheelchair for support, and sucks her lips hard so she won’t scream out again. Her perfect pussy still squirting.

Back in the bathroom…

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Cum in my mouth, baby. God! I love your cum. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” I don’t know who’s happier. Nattie on her knees in front of the toilet swallowing my seed, or me sitting on the toilet shooting it into her mouth. My cock is blissfully pumping it in there. Throbbing maniacally as it dumps my hefty load all over her tongue. Nattie sucks it all down. Eating every drop with the happiest cum whore grin ever looking right up at me the whole fucking time. Fucking awesome!

Back in the kitchen…

“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh…” Gabbie’s blissful grin is wide and bright as my grandfather jizz dumps in her fucking beautiful, bouncy butt. She dances it around in his lap. Pumping that old cock cumless as he lays back in his chair all cocky with a huge, shit eating grin plastered on his face.

Gabbie gets up and spins around. Kneeling in front of the wheelchair. She smiles so pretty at my grandfather and licks all over his thick, bulging crown. Her tongue swirling all over it. She sucks grandpa Ted’s dick clean. Bobbing on it for a minute before her eyes widen when she remembers about the stew.

“OH FUCK!!” Gabbie jumps up and stirs the stew, giggling and shaking her freshly fucked booty at my pervy grandfather. He slaps it. Both of them laughing, riding out the funky fuck vibe in the kitchen.

Gabbie blows him a kiss and winks as grandpa Ted waves and heads into the living room, lighting a victory cigar to celebrate. Smirking the whole way there. Old dude gets what he wants… every damn time. Ha.

Later…

After dinner, Gabbie and I sit out on the front porch in the swing and chill. Drinking wine and making out.

Inside the house…

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Just as good as Gabbie said it was. Hahaha. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” Nattie slurps down the last of my grandfather’s sperm. He’s standing this time. His cane in his right hand. The same shit eating smirk plastered on his 106 year old face. He’s smoking a cigar, watching himself… and Nattie… in the bathroom mirror.

She’s on her knees by the sink, sucking softly on his massive mature prick. He dumped a huge load down her throat, and she’s making sure she got every last drop of it.

That’s my grandpa. Every bit as horny as me. Even at his age. 106. Damn. That’s fucking impressive. And… he fucking knows it.

Back to grandpa Ted smirking away in the bathroom mirror, watching himself. Yeah… he definitely fucking knows it. Ha.

By: DickThePimp

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Der Lehrkörper 03

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Reine Fiktion – Namen, Orte, Personen, Handlung sind nicht real oder nachahmenswert

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Am nächsten Morgen wachte ich mit einer Morgenlatte auf und stieß an Christianes wunderschönen kleinen Arsch. Sie grunzte leise und schob ihr Becken zurück und ich spürte ihr Arschloch an meinem Riemen. Langsam schob ich ihn in ihren Arsch. Sie war völlig entspannt und ich kam gut voran. Sie half ein wenig mit und bald hatte ich fast die ganze Länge in ihrem Hintern. Ich zog ihn ein Stück zurück und davon wachte sie auf, wurde hektisch und setzte sich auf. „Was machst du hier?” fragte sie mit entsetztem Blick auf meinen Schwanz, der in ihre Richtung zeigte.

Sie hielt sich den Kopf und schloss die Augen. Anscheinend hatte sie einen Filmriss und ich war gespannt, wie groß der sein würde. „Du bist doch aus der 13ten. Jonas? Stimmt’s?” Ich schaute sie ungläubig an. So viel hatte sie doch nicht getrunken gestern oder ich hatte es einfach nicht mitbekommen, wenn sie sich die Wodkaflasche an den Hals gesetzt hatte. Sie ging zum Kleiderschrank und zog einige Schubladen auf, fluchte dann: „Verdammt, wo ist die Scheiß Unterwäsche?”

So so, fortgeschrittener Alkoholismus oder wie meine Mutter als Psychiaterin sagen würde, der Beginn der Prodomalen Phase. Mal schauen, an was sie sich noch erinnern kann. Daran, dass ich ihre Unterwäsche entsorgt hatte, jedenfalls nicht. Ich fischte mein iPhone aus meiner Hosentasche und suchte auf den Seiten der Tageszeitung den Unfall mit dem Radfahrer, während sie den ganzen Schrank ausräumte und immer noch nicht fassen konnte, dass weder Slips noch Büstenhalter zu finden waren.

„Hier, schau dir das mal an”, störte ich sie bei der Suche. Sie kramte ein T-Shirt aus dem Schrank, zog es über und zog dazu eine kurze Jeanshose an. Dann setzte sie sich neben mir und wir lasen den Presseartikel über den angefahrenen Radfahrer. Sie schaute irritiert und ich sah, dass sie keinen Schimmer hatte, das sie es war, die den Radfahrer über den Haufen gefahren hatte. Das änderte ich, indem ich ihr den Film vorführte, den ich während des Unfalls gedreht hatte.

Als Jemand aus dem Auto ausstieg, die Kamera auf die Person zoomte und sie sich klar und unverwechselbar selbst erkannte, wurde sie blass und ließ sich rücklings aufs Bett fallen. „Fahrerflucht mit Todesfolge”, fasste ich den Tatbestand mal laienhaft zusammen. „Über den Promillegehalt im Blut lassen sich im Nachhinein ja keine Angaben mehr machen, also in dieser Richtung keine Strafmilderung, dazu Unfallflucht. Aber die Polizei weiß ja noch nichts davon.”

Ihr Kopf brummte und sie schüttelte ihn, was aber die ganze Sache nicht besser machte. „Was gibt es noch, was ich nicht mehr weiß und warum duzt du mich?” wollte sie wissen und ich zeigte ihr ein zweites Video, wie sie meinen Schwanz im Mund hatte, dann noch eins, in dem ich mein Sperma über ihre Titten und in ihr Gesicht spritzte. „Unzucht mit Abhängigen”, dozierte ich. „Aber das sind nur 6 Monate Knast und vielleicht ein neuer Beruf. Der Rest, also die Fahrerflucht und Tötung dürfte einen längeren Freiheitsentzug bedeuten. Vielleicht so 6 bis 7 Jahre, wenn es gut geht.” Ich hatte mal ein wenig übertrieben und die Wirkung trat unmittelbar ein. Mit offenem Mund und stierem Blick lag sie da. „Du hast das gefilmt, stimmt’s?” „Stimmt”, bestätigte ich.

„Das heißt, du hast mich in der Hand”, resümierte sie nach einer Weile des Grübelns. „Du erpresst mich, stimmt’s?” „Stimmt”, bestätigte ich erneut. Was willst du dafür, dass du nicht zur Polizei gehst mit den beiden Filmen?” fragte sie naiv und hatte keinerlei Erinnerung daran, dass ich sie schon in alle Löcher gefickt hatte. „Alles”, forderte ich schlicht. „Jeden verdammten Scheiß.” Sie überlegte. „Gut”, begann sie. „Aber das muss irgendwann ein Ende haben. Sagen wir eine Woche.” Ich lachte nur. „Na gut, zwei Wochen?” Noch ein Lachen. „Drei Wochen, mehr nicht”, forderte sie. „Ein Jahr und keine Diskussion. Zum Ende des Schuljahres kannst du wieder machen, was du willst.” Es dauerte gut fünf Minuten, dann nickte sie nur stumm.

„Zuerst gehen wir deinen Kleiderschrank durch, einen Teil davon habe ich ja schon entsorgt.” Sie schnaubte: „Du warst das? Wo ist meine Unterwäsche?” „Du brauchst dieses Jahr keine Unterwäsche. Ich will dich immer und jederzeit nehmen können und Starzbet will, dass du entsprechend anregend angezogen bist. Das regeln wir jetzt.” Ich griff ihr Handgelenk und zog sie zum Kleiderschrank. Wir gingen zuerst die Hosen durch. Zwei Jeanshosen ließ ich ihr und bei den anderen Hosen schnitt ich die Hosenbeine sehr knapp ab. Ich gab ihr eine zur Anprobe und sie tauschte eine kurze Hose gegen eine noch Kürzere aus, die ihre Arschbacken gut zur Geltung brachte, indem sie sie kaum verbarg und ihre Möse zeigte, wenn sie einen großen Schritt machte. Sie hatte ein paar Röcke und die längeren sortierte ich aus, kürzte einen Rock noch etwas, ließ sie ihn anprobieren und war mit dem Ergebnis zufrieden.

Danach waren die T-Shirts dran. Einige engere ließ ich ihr unbearbeitet und andere kürzte ich so, dass ihr Brustansatz unten herausschaute. Sie hatte auch ein paar T-Shirt mit weitem Ausschnitt und welche mit weitem Armausschnitt, die ich auf den Favoritenhaufen warf. Ich ließ sie eins anziehen und hatte sofort ein Rohr von dem Anblick ihrer Titten, die seitlich betrachtet gut sichtbar waren. Ihre Nippel, die sich aufgestellt hatten bohrten sich durch den Stoff und ich rieb mir den Riemen, während wir zu den Blusen kamen.

Sie war sichtlich irritiert, mich wichsend neben sich stehen zu haben, als ich ihr Anweisungen gab, die oberen vier Blusenknöpfe abzutrennen. Sie tat es sehr sorgfältig, immer wieder zu mir schielend, wie ich mit meiner Hand meinen Schwanz rieb. Bei einer Bluse zögerte sie, weil es nur vier Knöpfe gab und als ich nickte, weil sie mich fragend anschaute trennte sie alle Knöpfe ab. Ich warf die Bluse zu den Favoriten.

„Und jetzt knie dich hin und nimm den Schwanz in den Mund”, befahl ich ihr und sie war mit etwas Verzögerung auf dem Boden und hatte meinen Schwanz im Mund und schaute mich von unten an. Ich hielt ihren Kopf fest und fickte ihren Mund. „Leck mir dabei die Eier.” Sie nahm meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Mund und leckte an meinem rasierten Sack. Ich gab ihr einen Klaps auf den Hinterkopf. „Mit dem Schwanz im Mund natürlich.” Sie hatte erst etwas Schwierigkeiten, machte es dann aber sehr gut. Ihre Zunge leckte über meinen Sack, während mein Schwanz tief in ihrem Rachen verschwunden war. Das war ein Foto wert.

„Gesicht, Titten oder Rachen. Du entscheidest”, ließ ich ihr die Wahl und sie merkte, dass mein Schwanz anfing zu pulsieren, nahm ihn aus dem Mund, zog sich das T-Shirt über den Kopf, wichste mich noch ein paarmal und ließ mein Sperma über ihre Titten fließen, was sie anmachte, aber vielleicht bildete ich mir das auch nur ein. Wie kamen zu ihren Strümpfen und die Strumpfhosen warf ich auf den Haufen „Aussortiert”, die Halterlosen auf die Favoriten.

Die Schuhe hatten wir auch bald durch und ich gab ihr den Auftrag, sich Stiefel zu kaufen, die über ihre Knie gingen. Sie holte ihren Moleskine und schrieb es auf. „Vergesse ich sonst”, meinte sie und das glaubte ich ihr sofort. Ich schrieb ihr noch etwas für die Unterrichtseinheit am Montag ins Notizbuch, zog mich an und fuhr nach Hause. Der Samstag war schon mal gut gelaufen für den Anfang. Ich beschloss, sie einige Zeit in Ruhe zu lassen, damit sie alles verdauen und einordnen könnte und war gespannt auf den Montag Morgen.

Das Wochenende mit der versammelten Familie, die unter der Woche immer unterwegs war, verlief weitgehend harmonisch. Am Montagmorgen waren alle wieder ausgeflogen, weil Termine, Termine, Termine. Ich saß vor meinem Müsli und überlegte, was ich mit Christiane alles anstellen konnte und machte mich dann auf den Weg in die Schule.

Ich fuhr mit dem Fahrrad auf den Schulhof und konnte auf dem Lehrerparkplatz Christiane sehen, wie sie aus ihrem immer noch verbeulten Wagen ausstieg. Sie trug die Sachen, die ich ihr für diesen Tag bereitgelegt hatte und achtete darauf, möglichst kleine Schritte zu machen, um nicht zu viel Haut zu zeigen, was nicht immer so einfach war. Das Lehrerkollegium war jedenfalls angetan, wie ich weiter beobachten konnte, waren alle Männer auf sie fixiert und taxierten ihr neues Outfit.

Wir saßen in der Klasse und ich hatte traditionell einen Platz in der letzten Reihe, als sie den Raum betrat. Ein kurzes Raunen der jungen Männer ebbte schnell wieder ab, als die Dornhagen eine Extemporale ankündigte, Blätter verteilte und sich zu Beginn an Starzbet Giriş das Lehrerpult setzte. Eine gute Viertelstunde war jetzt vergangen und Christiane stand auf, schlenderte durch die Reihen, ließ auch mal einen Kommentar zu dem Geschriebenem ab und wurde von Allen, auch den Mädeln taxiert. Sie wirkte anders, offener, freizügiger, was vor allem die männlichen Schüler bemerkten. Ihre Bluse war ungewöhnlich weit geöffnet, der Rock war etwas kürzer als sie ihn in Erinnerung hatten und überhaupt, irgendwas war anders.

Alles Augen waren auf die Arbeiten gerichtet und Christiane ging in den hinteren Bereich des Raums. Niemand schaute auf und ich drehte mich vorsichtig um und sah, wie sie ihre Bluse öffnete und zur Seite schob, ihren Rock hochhob und sich der Klasse von hinten praktisch nackt präsentierte. Nach einer Minute war alles wieder wie gehabt, sie ging zurück an ihr Pult und wartete die Zeit bis zum Ende der Stunde ab.

Für mich war es neben der Erregung auch eine Bestätigung, was alles ging bei Christiane Dornhagen. Nach der Abgabe der Arbeiten fragte ich, ob sie noch fünf Minuten Zeit für eine Frage hätte und sie sagte zu. Alle Schüler verließen den Raum und ich wollte jetzt kurz vor der Lateinstunde noch kurz etwas Lebendiges, „Zeig mir deine Titten”, sagte ich wie ein Grundschüler und sie hob den Saum ihres T-Shirts, zog es über den Kopf und saß oberkörperfrei vor mir. Okay, läuft.

„Ich habe nach der Schule noch nichts vor und besuche dich zuhause”, schlug ich ihr vor. Sie schüttelte den Kopf. „Da bin ich mit einer alten Freundin verabredet, wir treffen uns im Lago di Garda, der Eisdiele.” „Dann komme ich dahin. Wann trefft ihr euch?” „Um fünfzehn Uhr.” „Gut. Bis dann.” Mehr Gespräch und Information braucht es nicht. Ich griff ihr.bevor ich ging noch kurz in den Schritt und fühlte, dass ihre Fotze nass war. Ob von der letzten Stunde oder davon jetzt hier mit blankem Busen vor mir im Klassenraum zu sitzen, weiß ich nicht.

Der Rest des Schultags war anstrengend, weil meine Gedanken ganz woanders waren. Statt Seneca hatte ich rosa Brustwarzen vor meinem inneren Auge, aufrecht stehende Nippel und eine auslaufende Fotze meiner Lehrerin, die gerade mal zehn Jahre älter war als ich. Ausbildungstechnisch war der Tag gelaufen. Ich blieb noch ein wenig in der Cafeteria der Schule und fuhr kurz vor drei Uhr zur Eisdiele, die in der Nähe der Schule war.

Gabriele war die beste Freundin von Christiane und wenn etwas im Argen lag, fragte sie sie um Rat. Das erfuhr ich aber erst viel später von Christiane. Sie saßen schon auf der Terrasse der Eisdiele und ich fragte, wegen Gabriele, ob ich mich zu ihnen setzen dürfte, was Christiane sofort bejahte, worauf sie Gabriele erstaunt ansah. „Entschuldigung, wenn ich störe, aber ich möchte euer Gespräch nicht unterbrechen”, sage ich und spielte mit meinem iPhone rum wie ein Teenie das nun mal macht.

Kurz verunsichert nahmen die beiden ihr Gespräch wieder auf, allerdings neutraler und an anderer Stelle. Christiane hatte einen Schal um den Hals gewickelt, um ihr tief einsehbares Dekolleté zu verbergen. Ich bat sie, mir ihren Schal kurz zu leihen, weil ich ihn fotografieren und einer Freundin per iMessage zu schicken, was sie umstandslos tat. Gabriele war baff. So kannte sie ihre Freundin gar nicht.

Ich schickte statt des Schalfotos eine Nachricht an Christiane, dass sie ihre Freundin zu sich nach Hause einladen und ihr ordentlich Wodka oder Wein verabreichen sollte, um sie betrunken zu machen. Sie schaute etwas irritiert. Ich verabschiedete mich, bedankte mich für die nette Zeit und behielt den Schal, um die Aussicht auf Christianes Titten nicht zu beeinträchtigen. Als ich mich umschaute bestellte Christiane noch einen Drink für die Beiden.

Vor dem Haus von Christiane wartete ich gute zwei Stunden, bis die Beiden mit einem Taxi vor die Tür gekarrt wurden, Stolpernd stiegen sie aus dem Auto und wankten auf Christianes Haus zu. Wie zufällig tauchte ich aus einer der Hecken auf und lud mich ein, wobei beide nichts dagegen hatten, weil eh schon wurscht, so betrunken wie die beiden waren. In der Küche wurden dann gleich noch ein paar Getränke klargemacht und wir setzten uns ins Wohnzimmer auf die Couch. Gabi, wie sie sich jetzt nannte und Chrissie, wie ich von Gabi erfuhr, nebeneinander und ich ihnen gegenüber.

Ungefragt Starzbet Güncel Giriş erzählte mir Gabi von ihrer gemeinsamen Zeit im Internat, die sie gern gemeinsam im Bett verbracht hatten, wenn ich wüsste, was sie meinte. Zwinker, Zwinker. Ich lachte gern dazu, war mir doch jede Information über meine Lehrerin hilfreich. Christiane war das sichtlich unangenehm und sie versuchte Gabi zum Schweigen zu bringen, aber die war gut abgefüllt mit ihrer Hilfe und plapperte drauflos. Ich zückte mein iPhone und schickte eine Nachricht an Christiane. „Zieh dein T-Shirt aus und warte eine Minute, dann ziehst du deine Hose aus.”

Ihre Telefon zeigte an, dass sie eine Nachricht erhalten hatte und sie ignorierte sie erst, schaute dann kurz zu mir und schaute nach. Sie schluckte kurz und vor der erstaunten Gabi zog sie sich ihr T-Shirt über den Kopf und zeigte uns ihre Titten mit steifen, harten Nippeln, die nicht durch die sommerlichen Temperaturen so steif geworden waren.

Gabi staunte nicht schlecht und war schon betrunken genug, um daraus einen Wettbewerb zu machen. Also zog sie ebenfalls blank und zeigte mir und Christiane ihren Spitzenbüstenhalter. Ich nickte anerkennend, zog mein T-Shirt über den Kopf und meinte: „Da fehlt doch noch was.” Sie schaute kurz in die Runde, dann fiel es ihr selber auf. Umständlich nestelte sie an dem Verschluss ihres BHs herum, konnte ihn dann öffnen und ließ ihre Birnentitten an die frische Luft.

Christiane kam pünktlich zum zweiten Teil und zog ihre Hose aus, Gabi war etwas konsterniert, aber wie schon zuvor half es, wenn man mit gutem Beispiel voran ging. Also zog ich meine Hose aus und ließ meinen Schwanz aus der Hose springen. Sie schaute wie ein Auto, begann dann aber tatsächlich, ihre Hose und Unterhose ebenfalls auszuziehen, was bei ihrem Betrunkenheitsgrad schwierig war. Letztendlich schaffte sie es und so saßen wir drei splitterfasernackt auf dem Sofa, bzw. ich im Sessel.

Die Einrichtung des Hauses fand ich eher spießig, aber ich war ja erst achtzehn und war geprägt von den Eindrücken meines Elternhauses. Aber dass das geschmacklich so weitergehen musste, war mir ästhetisch unangenehm. Wir saßen noch etwas schweigend voreinander herum, tranken den einen oder anderen Schluck, bis ich Christiane vorschlug, mir einen zu blasen. Gabi verschluckte sich an ihrem Longdrink und prustete über den Rauchglastisch. Dann sah sie ihrer besten Freundin zu, wie sie nackt um den Tisch krabbelte, sich vor mich hinkniete und meinen Schwanz in den Mund nahm und mich blies.

Sie war wie paralysiert und ich sagte ihr, sie könnte mir gern die Eier lecken, während Christiane ihre Arbeit machen würde. Sie stierte auf Christianes Mund, der meinen Schwanz ganz in sich aufnahm. Es machte sie an, sie rutschte unruhig hin und her, wollte aber nicht gehen und in ihrem Hinterkopf hallte immer wieder in einer Schleife: „…mir gern die Eier lecken.” Manchmal ist es einfach die Einsamkeit. Sie verrenkte sich, um an meine Eier zu gelangen, schaffte es aber und ich schob ihren Hintern so hin, dass ich mit meiner Hand an ihre Möse kam, die schon gut feucht war und als ich ihr dort ein paar Streicheleinheiten zukommen liess, leckte sie um so intensiver. Ich dirigierte ihren Kopf über meinen Damm zu meinem Arschloch, während Christiane meinen Schwanz verschluckte.

Die Massage meines Arschlochs mit Gabis Zunge in Zusammenarbeit mit Christinas neu erlernter Zungenfertigkeit ließ mich bald abspritzen. „In den Mund oder aufs Gesicht”, war die Auswahl, die ich ihr nach dem Abspritzen auf ihre Titten übrig ließ und sie entschied sich diesmal für’s Gesicht. Als sie spürte, dass es mir kommen würde, richtete sie meinen Schwanz auf ihr und Gabis Gesicht und ich spritzte beide Gesichter mit Sperma zu, ihre Augen waren verklebt, es tropfte von ihren Nasen und lief bei Gabi in ihren Mund, während sie sich mit ihrer Hand weiter befriedigte.

Nach einer kurzen Verschnaufpause wollte ich Einzelheiten zu ihrer gemeinsamen Zeit im Internat wissen, und es war Gabi, die bereitwillig, weil immer noch geil, den Faden aufnahm und erzählte. Die Nächte unter der Decke im Internat waren männerlos und für junge, sich hormonell verändernde Frauen eine Wüstenei und Abhilfe schuf da die gegenseitige Masturbation. Die Gabis und Christinas und Paulines und Petras und Beates und Sabines und Annas und Margaretes trieben es miteinander über die Jahre bis der Abschluss der Schule und der Zeitpunkt des Auszugs aus dem Internat fest stand. Gabi und Christine hatten sich nie aus dem Augen verloren, aber würden sie es noch miteinander treiben?

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I was just a normal guy. Mostly average. Graduated in the middle of my class, played football, basketball, and baseball. Was not a standout, just a position player that did his job. My best friend, Tyler, her was the star. He was on Varsity from Freshman till we graduated. He was Valedictorian, got scholarships to any school he wanted, both for sports and smarts. He dated Kimi, the head cheerleader and was always at all the parties. I was always the “oh, you can come too” invitee. Well, we graduated. I got accepted to the Big State University. I had to work most nights as I did not get a scholarship. My parents help when they can. Tyler and Kimi also got into BSU, though he got in on a full ride football scholarship and she got in by Daddy’s money.

As I packed my room, my parents decided to turn my room into a gym, I found a broken watch my grandpa gave to me. He said he found it in Japan during the way and planned to fix it as it did not run. He said he spent years trying to get it ticking and took it to multiple watch repair shops, he even took it to Japan on a trip to see If he could find the maker, but no one ever heard of it, which was common. He gave it to me when I was 12 and said maybe I could fix it. It ended up in a box in my closet till now.

“Mike, Dinner” my mom yelled.

I tossed the watch into a box I was taking to school with me, hardly thinking.

As I walked into the kitchen I could smell Creole Pasta, my favorite.

“For your last dinner till you move I decided to make something you love” my mom said sitting down. “Are you all packed?”

“Yes, I will bring the boxes I am leaving to the basement tonight and back the car so I can leave super early. I want to make sure I find the place and not get lost.” I said taking my plate.

“That’s smart. I am sure Dad can help, right?” She said to my dad, who was busy on his phone.

“Uhh, yeah, sure. Whatever you need. You can also leave them in the room, and I can do it, I don’t want you sore on your first day of school. The car ride is what, 4 hours?”

“Yes, but it will be fine.”

“Oh, I am going to miss you! You better call at least once a week and send me grades. If I see you slipping, I will pull you out of that school so fast.” My Mom said, pointing her fork at me.

“I would do it son,” My Dad said, back to his phone.

“I know, the first year is not too tough, I think I plan on only a handful of classes that could be tough, the rest are cake walks. Nothing in the first semester. I will also be visiting on holidays too.” I said eating.

“Good”

The rest of the night went smooth, finished packing, moved the boxes, and packed the car. I set my alarm and went to bed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Ugh, already? I thought looking at my watch. 4 am. Yup. I get up, get dressed and I am out the door.

The trip to BSU was quick. It did not feel like 4 hours. I arrived at the school, got my parking, dorm number and cafeteria card. I park my car, grab a card, and unload my car. I take it to my room, passing a ton of people. It was a coed dorm so a ton of girls. I was in a freshman dorm, so they all looked just as lost.

I get to my dorm and walk in, 2 beds, a bathroom, and a small kitchen area. Cool. I start unpacking. I hear a knock and head pokes in.

“You decent?”

“Yeah! come in” I yell standing up.

An Asian guy walks in, huge glasses, he is carrying a suitcase. Next, I assume his parents walk in, speaking a foreign language looking around the room.

“Hi, I am Ben, these are my parents, who are leaving soon” he said shaking my hand.

“Yes, yes, I know, moving out and now you think you are a big man.” His dad said putting down the stuff he was carrying. “This place is pretty nice.”

“Hi! I am Thuy, Ben’s mom, here, this is my number, Ben’s dads’ number, his doctor’s number, an emergency contact number and out address, please call if he bugs you” His mom said handing me a piece of paper.

“Oh my God Mom! You said you weren’t going to do that again. “Ben yelled.

“Oh stop, we are leaving like you want. Come Hun, we gotta stop by the Dean office, and all his teachers.” Ben’s dad said leading Ben’s mom out of the room.

Ben slammed the door as they left.

“Jesus that was embarrassing. I swear I am normal; my parents are not.” He said sitting on his bed, hands covering his face.

“Its fine, first day away from home, some parents freak out.”

“Yeah, at least they didn’t make me go with them like they did the last 12 years.”

We unpack, doing small talk. He was a smart guy, nerd, helicopter parents and he has hopes Starzbet to have a semi normal college experience, like everyone.

As I unpacked, I pulled out the watch, completely forgot I put it in there. I toss it onto the desk and once of the sides pop out.

Crap, I broke it, I thought. I grab the watch and look its side the popped out. It had an in***********ion in what I think is Japanese. I pulled out my phone and pulled up a translate app. I typed in the in***********ion. I spit out:

To stop time, twist then push side in. To restart, press the top, twist, and push back in.

Huh, seeing it was Japanese I figured it would be in a saying or something.

I twisted the arm and pushed it back in. Nothing happened. At least it did not feel like anything happened. The watch still did not tick. It was quiet though; I hope Ben was not staring at me. I turn around. He was not, but he also was not moving.

“Hey,” I said.

Nothing. I walk over. He is in mid unpack of his suitcase. Not moving. I wave my hand in front of his face. No reaction. I push him a bit. It felt normal, like I wash pushing a person, but no response. I could interact with the world like normal, I picked up a book and tossed it to my bed. It looked like only people were froze. I opened the door to the hallway slowly, peeking out. Yup, everyone was frozen.

Well, now what? I look at the watch. I press the top button and the side popped out. I twisted it, and pushed it back in. In an instant everything was moving again, talking, laughing, things banging against the wall.

“Hey, I thought you were at your desk. What are you doing tonight?” Ben said, starling me.

“Oh, uhh, not sure. I think I might hang out with a few high school buddies.”

“Ok, well I will see you later. I will be making sure my parents actually left” he said still unpacking.

I leave the room close the door. I walk to the common area of the floor. Bathrooms on each side with showers. One for each sex.

“Excuse me, sorry,” A girls voice said behind me. “Gotta get by it is a mad house here!”

“Sorry, I know right?” I spoke.

She was a cute girl, blonde hair, blue eyes. Small. She had a shower basket and a towel.

“Thanks,” she said making her way to the bathroom.

Then my hormones hit. No, I thought. That would be so wrong. I had never even been in a girl’s bathroom, let alone a shower. Hell, I was a virgin. The furthest I had ever gone was kissing, and that was Sophomore year with my first girlfriend. I could not freeze time and go in.

Yeah, I should wait 10-15 mins for her to get undressed first I thought. In the back of my head. No! I couldn’t. Then I noticed my dick getting hard. Crap. I quickly walked to an empty corner, pressed the top button, and twisted the arm and pushed it back in. Boom, everything stopped.

I mean, it was just looking right? No one would be hurt, and I could use what I see later for a release.

Ok, just a quick look I said to myself.

I wave my hand in front of a few people, tap another on the shoulder, I needed to be sure. I looked and the news anchor was frozen.

Ok, here goes nothing, I thought as I head in.

The bathroom was foggy, showers running. It was a big room, toilet stalls on one side and shower stalls with curtain doors on the other. My eyes quickly found what I wanted. Three girls in the midst of undressing or dressing. One was fully nude holding her panties she just removed, another was topless and the other was just in a bra and panties. The nude one was so hot. Fit, black hair pulled back in a ponytail, shaved bald. I could see the slit of her pussy, breasts perky. Her ebony skin was smooth. I just stood there in awe. I then saw the blondes shower basket. She was in the shower, curtain closes. I slowly walk up to it. I peak in, there she was. Naked, froze, in the middle of washing with a sponge. I slide the curtain away for a better look. She was wet, which made her so much hotter. She had a big bush, brown so she dyed her hair. Nice small tits. Perky.

My dick was struggling to stand up. I slide the curtain back. As I leave the bathroom door, I realize I cannot unfreeze time with a hard on. I walk back in, go to a stall, grab some toilet paper, and slide my pants down. I looked at the sexy black girl I first saw when I walked in and begin stroking to her. I wanted it to last a little longer, but I burst into the paper. I quickly flush it down the toilet and go back to where I was standing in the common area. I restart time and everything starts moving again.

I decide to go to the cafeteria and get something Starzbet Giriş to eat and think about what just happened. The cafeteria was mostly empty, most people were still moving in. I grab a tray, scan my card and head to a corner of the room to eat.

My mind was racing. I had this power to almost do anything I wanted. I could see test answers, cheat on tests, see girls whenever I wanted, and go anywhere. I would not be average anymore. This is great.

I wonder how long the freeze lasts. Would it go one till I restart it. If I was going to do anything, I needed to know, did it have a limit. I pulled out the watch, popped out the side looked around. There was a couple walking to a table. I twisted and pushed it in, and they stopped. I put the watch back in my pocket looked at my wristwatch. It was not ticking. Crap. I thought a few seconds and then started counting. It would not be accurate, but at lease I would know.

1….2….3…4…

I kept counting. At 60 I would move one of my fries from my plate to the table. At 24 I ran out of fries, so I started moving them from the table to the plate. Then back again. I did that for what felt like hours. Nothing started moving. It had not limit. I restarted time. I am going to have a fun night.

There was dorm party that night. A little get together all the dorms were having to let you meet everyone in your dorms. I would start in my dorm and go to the other two dorms. I would not do anything with anyone in my dorm, just the other two. The party started at 6pm, the Fraternities and Sororities provided for the party, so there was plenty of beer for all. I arrived at 6pm, tried to socialize, but my mind was obviously on something else. I talked, had a few beers, let the night progress a bit. I figured I would pick a girl who looked drunk so when she woke up the next day, she would figure she hooked up at the party. Not the best thought process but I was 18, in a new school with this amazing power.

After about 45 minutes, I noticed a few people getting tipsy, on their was to getting drunk. I figured the other dorms would be the same. I reached into my pocket, did my best to pull out the arm of the watch and twist it and pushed it back in. It was crazy how quite it got as soon as the arm was pushed back in, music, laughing, talking all went to 0 in an instant.

I made my way through the crowd, out the door and across the quad to the 1st dorm. I walked in and it was the same, a sizable group in the common area, drinking and partying. I then thought how I was going to do this. It would feel weird fucking in front of the group, so I figured I would carry the girl to a hallway and do it. I started looking around for the drunkest girl I could find. It did not take long to find one. She was by the couches with a group, she was a thin black girl, 2 drinks in her hands, one spilling a bit. She looked like she was in mid stumble. I took the cups from her and placed them where her feet were so I would know where to put her back. I could more the people bodies easily. I took a mental image of how she was standing, picked her up and carried her to an empty hall.

She was hot. Better than all my girlfriends. I was not ugly or anything, I dated some popular and good-looking girls, but not like this. She was in a skirt and tight shirt. She was skinny but had an ass and good-sized tits. I pulled her skirt to see what she had on, and she had a pair of white silk panties covering her. I decided to strip her down and see her in all her glory. I Pulled off her skirt and shirt. She had a matching white bra. I then pulled her panties down and off, then her bra, I piled up her clothes next to her. I then was able to see her body. Her pussy was completely bald. She had dark brown skin, no blemishes to see. Her breasts were perky, her nipples poked out and were very dark. I decided to explore. I grabbed her breasts with my hand. Her nipple was hard, while her breast was soft. As soon as I touched her, I was rock hard. I bent over and lightly licked her nipple. She tasted amazing. I took her nipple in my mouth. I rubbed my hands around her ass. Slapping it. I then ran my hand over her pussy. Freshly shaved. As I slid a finger between her lips, I was surprised to find it soaking wet. I pushed my finger in and it slid in easy. I could not resist any longer. I pulled my pants off. I spread her legs to get to her pussy. I used her liquid still on my finger to lube up my dick and I guided my dick to her hole. I pushed in. She was so tight. I am a little embarrassed to admit, but I only lasted about 2 strokes and I unloaded. I tried to push in deep as I emptied my balls. I pulled out Starzbet Güncel Giriş and saw a gush of cum leak out down her leg. I quickly scoop it out and bring it to her mouth, letting it slide in.

After my orgasm faded, I realized I should have pulled out. I had no idea if she was on the pill. I quickly got her dressed, got myself dressed and put her back as best I could. I wish I could be here when I restarted time to see how she reacted, but I still had work to do. I took one last look at her and took off to the next dorm.

As I entered, I noticed there were much less people in the common area. There were maybe 10 people in a main group. There were no drinks here. Most of the people looked a little nerdy, found out later this was an engineering dorm. I say a girl near the edge of the group and my dick twitched. She was Asian, long black hard, glasses. She was smiling. She looked skinny. She had on a loose shirt and shorts. She had to have smaller tits as I could not see anything from the shirt. In less than a second, I knew I had to have her.

I picked her up, she was light and took her to the hallway. I found an empty dorm that had its door open and laid her on the bed. I slowly removed her cloths. She had a tiny bra on to cover her small tits. They were perky and tan. I removed her shorts and revealed some basic cotton panties. She had no plans on getting fucked today. I could see the jungle on the edges of the panties and knew she was unshaved. I pulled them off and be bush popped out. I took her breasts in my mouth. They were small but I loved them. I slid my hand between her legs, finding her pussy lips under the hair. I slid my finger between the lips and back and forth. I switched to the other breast. I could feel her pussy start to get wet. I had no idea if this girl was a virgin or on the pill. I just wanted to fuck her. I kept sucking and rubbing till my finger was covered in her juices. I then slowly slid it in. She was tight but not a virgin. I pulled my finger out and knelt between her legs. I had never given oral before. I spread her lips and dove in. I licked up and down her slit. My tongue dove in her pussy as deep as I could. She was sweet. I loved it. I kept at it, licking and sucking her clit. She was soaked from spin and juices. I slide 2 fingers into her. I started sliding them in and out and I sucked her clit. I could not contain myself. I pulled off my pants and drove my dick as deep as I could into her. She was soaked. I slid in easy, and it felt amazing. I started pounding. I felt her walls around my dick, gripping me. She had not had sex much, like me. I lasted a lot longer than the first time, but I felt my dick swell. I knew I should pull out, but I wanted to cum in her. The thought of Cumming in this girl put me over the edge. I pushed deep and moaned, and I unloaded for the second time that night. I could feel my balls empty in her open pussy. I stayed in her as long as I could, savoring the feeling. I slid out of her and my cum oozed from her open pussy. I slid my finger into her freshly fucked pussy to scoop some cum from her hole and put it in her mouth. I hope she likes it. I took a few more looks at her body. Cleaned her up a bit and put our cloths back on.

I placed her back in her spot and headed back to my dorm. I was exhausted. I got back into my spot and turned the watch arm and pushed it in. The sound was immediate. From 0 to 100 as soon as the arm clicked in. Everything was the same as when I left. I grabbed a drink made a little small talk, then decided I had to go see if the girls had noticed.

I went to the first dorm. It was still packed. I walked through the crowd. It too a bit but I did find her. She was still drinking, laughing and talking. It did not look like she noticed. Good, I thought, I hope she hooks up too.

I then head to the other dorm. The group was still there, but my girl was not. This worried me as soon as I saw she was gone. What if she went to the campus police, my cum was deep in her pussy. I started walking the halls. On the second floor I saw her. As I rounded the corner, I saw her leave the bathroom. She looked up and our eyes met. She then looked down and darted into a dorm room. She knew something was off and went to the bathroom. My heart raced. She had to know there was cum in her, but she could not have known how. Her pussy was fine one second and the next it was fucked with cum in it. How would she explain that? As I left the dorm, I felt a little better. No one in their right mind would believe her.

I jumped into be as soon as I entered my dorm. Didn’t even take off my cloths. Ben must have still been out as his bed was empty. This was the best day of my life. I knew there were hotter girls and I was going to fuck them. As I drifted off to sleep my mind was full of dreams of the next girl I was going to fuck.

I can’t wait.

PART 2 SOON!

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The Girl – Stories: Uncle Ben 5

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She went upstairs, and undressed in the hall, leaving a trail of clothes. The final piece was the band-aid she was using to cover her arm tattoo. She then went to her room. Running to the bathroom she gave herself a quick enema. When she went back to her room, she first connected the tail he once gave her, to a butt plug. She pushed it in her ass. She then laid out the rest of her toys on the bed. Butt plugs, dildos, some torture devices, gags and restrains.

She took a small metal device in her hand. It was her custom invention, and she called it the “clit guard”. The tip of it was placed in her pussy, only shallowly, and it expanded sideways, fixing itself with small claws digging into the sidewalls of her vagina. From the outside it was a smooth metal oval, covering the entrance to her pussy, her clitoris, and resting on the skin around it. It was more convex on the front, making it look like a small spoon placed over her clitoris. From the inside it was perfectly fitted so that she would not gain any stimulation whatsoever, even from the touch of the metal. It was absolutely impossible for her to rub her clit or slit in this. She tested it many times.

On top of that, she closed her pussy over the guard, by weaving small padlocks through the hollow rivets in her pussy lips. She then placed rings in her pierced nipples, and connected a chain from them to her pussy. She then placed some leather cuffs on her ankles, and connected them with a chain. She then put on another set of cuffs on her hands. She placed a ring gag on her mouth, and pulled it tight, making herself droll. She then took a blindfold from her bag, and placed it over her head. It was kind of a mask, making only her mouth visible. Finally she replaced the old collar with her own collar with her tags, and connected a key ring to it. She then clasped her both hands behind her back, weaving the chain from her ankles through the d-rings on them, and closing the chain with another padlock.

And then, She waited.

When Ben came into the room, he was shocked. He looked her over, noticing she could not see him, and he could stare freely. He read her tattoos, and she felt him rub his finger over them, checking if they are real. When he did that she moved, exposing her ass.

— “Anal slut” — Ben read the tattoo around her ass — “How did I not notice this one.”

He then inspected the butt plug which was wedged in her ass. He chuckled.

— “What is HRM? Or maybe who is?”

— “‘y, ow’ers” — she tried to say though her ring gag.

— “Your owners?” — asked Ben, and she nodded — “And this thing here,” — he said touching her tattoo on her belly — “means I can do anything with you?” — she nodded again.

He took a dildo from the bed, and presented it to her mouth. She immediately started to take it into her mouth though the ring gag, and bob her head on it. Ben smiled at her eagerness. He pulled the dildo, which made her whimper in disappointment. He disconnected the ring of keys from her collar, and opened the lock connecting her wrists. He then undid the chain connecting her ankles and wrists, freeing them, and then snapped her hands back behind her once more. She was still bonded, but her legs were free. He then lifted her with just one arm, and threw her on the bed, with her ass sticking up. He knelt behind her, lowered his pants, and pulled the butt plug out of her with a single move.

He then aimed his dick at her hole, and pushed it in. He went balls deep. With every thrust his balls were pushing on her closed pussy, and making the internal claws dig into the sideways of her vagina. But there was no stimulation at all. Only moderate pain. He fucked her Starzbet hard, until he came. He then dismounted her, and pulled her head by the collar to his dick, and pushed it in her open mouth, and cleaned himself with it. When he was satisfied, he threw her onto the floor and rested.

As she knelt back up, she felt the butt plug, with the tail, laying on the floor, by her leg. She positioned it upwards with her face and mouth, and then knelt over it, and pushed it in herself, to stop his cum from leaking.

She then waited, still in her blindfold, drooling from her mouth.

After some time, she could hear Ben sitting up on the bed. He unfastened her ring gag, and she moved her aching jaw. He pulled her on the bed by her collar, and laid her on her back.

— “So, you were right.” — he said.

— “About what, sir?” — she answered, not able to look at him in her blindfold.

— “It’s one hell of a secret.”

— “Yeah. Your little transgression is safe with me. In any case I would have much more explaining to do.”

— “Oh, you have. For starters: are they real tattoos?”

— “Yes. They are permanent. And ‘RHM’ below my belly is a real brand.”

— “You mean, that you burned your skin with something?”

— “With a red-hot metal brand. But I didn’t do it to myself. I was branded. By my owners.”

— “Who is RHM?”

— “That’s off limits. So please don’t ask it again. I wont answer.”

— “I could have taken pictures, you know. I could blackmail you.”

— “Firstly, go ahead, and take pictures. You’ll have a nice souvenir and hopefully something to jack off to. Second, you would have a lot of explaining to do if you would release such pictures. And they would be tracked. Believe me. Third, I would rather die, then say, so there is not really a lot of space to blackmail” — she said — “And besides. For all you know, these people can be some mafia, which would end you if you’d learn about them.”

Ben went silent.

— “Sorry.” — he said in a sullen voice — “I didn’t mean to be nosy. I just …” — he changed his tone — “I would not want you to get hurt.”

— “Oh. I get hurt, believe me.” — she said with a smile — “Like, a lot.” — she continued — “But I know what you mean, and it’s nice of you.”

— “You are my niece after all.”

— “Yes. And I like being your niece. I liked being your nephew also. And a farm-sissy-boy. But now, I’m a sissy-anal-slut, so start treating me like one.”

— “I can live with that.” — he said tracing his hand on her torso.

He stopped at a red weld across her chest.

— “And what left that?”

— “Your stove, silly.” — she said — “Don’t you remember pushing me on the hot stove?”

— “It burned you?”

— “Not really. It’s a minor burn. It’ll fade in two days.”

— “I’m sorry.”

— “No you’re not.” — she said giggling — “At that moment you would fuck me even if I would be laying on some red hot coals.”

Ben didn’t respond.

— “You have one nice ass.”

— “Thank you. I hope it’s boyish enough.”

Ben turned red, but Lilly could not see it. She just felt the silence.

— “Uncle. Sir. I know you like boys. And there is nothing bad about it. That why I dressed up, and waved my ass. To make it special for you.”

— “But …”

— “I love you, as an uncle, and I loved to satisfy your fetish, if only for a little while.”

— “I …” — he started to say — “I have to say, it was nice.”

— “That’s what I’m here for.”

— “To be used …” — he cited her tattoo.

— “… by men and dogs.” Starzbet Giriş — she finished.

— “Did you really …” — he started to ask.

— “Was I fucked by a dog?”

— “Yes.”

— “Many times.”

— “That’s disgusting.” — he said. His words hurt her a bit.

— “What can I say? I’m a disgusting sissy-slut.”

He traced his hand down, and explored her metal guard.

— “And what is that?”

— “That’s a metal guard. It’s blocking my … other hole.” — said — “After all, I’m a sissy.”

— “Isn’t it covering your … clitoris?”

— “My tiny penis, you mean?” — she said smiling — “Yes. As it should. It’s so small it should be kept in a cock cage. I’m not worth the stimulation it gives. I should only think about satisfying you, sir.”

— “And the plug?”

— “I pushed it in to stop your precious seed from leaking out.”

— “Very thoughtful.”

He positioned himself over her, hovering his dick over her face, with his belly on her tits, and his head between her legs. She didn’t have to be told, and even without seeing anything, she opened her mouth. His already hard dick went into her mouth smoothly, and soon he was thrusting it hard against her throat. He fucked her mouth hard, pushing fingers into her ass at the same time, and soon came, filling her belly with seed. When he came off of her, and he made her lick his fingers.

— “You’ll spend the night in the closet.” — he said taking a ball gag from the bed — “I’ll take you out when needed.”

He gagged her, placed a butt plug in her ass, and pulled her by the collar to the closet. He then went off, as Lilly was waiting. He came back with a bucket, and a leash.

— “If you want to piss, do it in the bucket.” — he said securing her leash to the railing. He then closed the closed doors and left.

She said her prayers in her head, as the big ball gag was painfully stretching her mouth, and fell asleep.

Two times in the night she was abruptly woken up, and used. First time he fucked her mouth again, and to her dismay placed the ball gag back in afterwards. The second time he just lifted her, dropped her on the edge on the bed, and fucked her ass, without even a hint of foreplay. After that he just laid back on the bed, and she crawled on her knees to the closet.

When he woke her up in the morning, she thought he was up for another round, but he just unsnapped her hands, and undid her blindfold and ordered her to do the breakfast.

She did it naked. And although her jaw was numb after the horribly long stretch, she didn’t dare to take out the gag. Just before cooking, she quickly have herself an enema, and cleaned the butt plug before pushing it back in.

As he entered, he slapped her naked ass, making her jump. When he got his breakfast, she knelt beside him. She whimpered a bit, and when she got his attention, she made him understand that she still had the gag.

— “Oh. Sorry.” — he said taking it out.

— “I”s o’ey” — she said massaging her jaw.

After breakfast, he again fed her his leftovers in a dog bowl, and then sat in a chair in the living room.

After she ate, and cleaned, she went to him and knelt between his legs.

— “Can I, sir?” — she asked.

— “Yes.” — he just said, watching still the TV.

She unbuckled his belt and trousers, and started to lick his limp dick. Soon she managed to make it hard, and she was bobbing her head up and down on it. After some time, she got up, and straddled him, pulling out her butt plug. She sat over him with her knees on the couch on either side of him, and grind Starzbet Güncel Giriş her body on his dick. He continued to pretend to watch the TV. After some time, she spat on her hand, and stroked his dick, and then aligned it with her ass. With a strong push, she sat on it, pushing it into herself. She didn’t like anal, but nevertheless in this position it was very erotic. She could not feel any physical pleasure, as her clitoris and pussy were locked safe, but she mentally dived in the concept of satisfying him with her ass.

After some time he could not stand it, and fucked her hard, not pretending to watch TV anymore. As he came, she milked him with her ass to the end. After that he plugged her back, and she went on her knees and licked him clean.

The day progressed nicely, with Lilly kept naked and in various level of bondage. The night she again spent in the closet, being pulled out whenever Ben needed release.

On the final day, he ordered her to lay down on the ground, while he knelt over her head. He made her lick his ass and balls while watching TV. He was sometimes leaning over and pushing his shaft down her throat. This went on for what felt like an hour. Finally he made her do some chores while only in her collar and cuffs. The hardest was cleaning out the barn. And for that he attached a chain between her nipples, hanging some weights on it, and hanging a horseshoe from her closed pussy lips.

He got so horny from the sight of her toil, he fucked her ass on the floor of the barn, pushing her face into the dirty floor.

After deposing another load in her ass, a realization hit him, that her mother would come to pick her up any minute. As they heard her mom’s car arrive, she said to not worry, and licked his cock clean. He then gave her the keyring, and she ran upstairs to change.

As Ben greeted her Mom, Lilly packed all thing that could be seen, keeping her clit guard and buttplug in. She then dressed in her boyish clothes, and went out. Her mom was surprised with her short hair, as she didn’t see it yet. She then thanked Ben for taking care of her.

As her mother sat behind the wheel, Lilly came to Ben and whispered.

— “Uncle. I spoke with my cousins.”

— “What?” — said Ben genuinely scared.

— “I spoke with them, and they all said that they are perfectly OK, with your preferences.”

— “I …’

— “I know. It’s not like you want to fuck every boy you see. And believe me, they don’t want it either. They want it to be the same as always. Fishing and all.”

— “So they still want to come?”

— “Of course silly!” — said Lilly smiling — “It’s XXI century, people don’t burn gays on stakes anymore. I mean, I hope not.”

— “Lilly, but you should not …”

— “I know. I know. I’m not telling anybody else. You’ll do it hopefully on your own someday.” — she said calming him down — “But I just wanted you to know that the boys are OK with it. And they are not afraid of it.”

— “Thanks. But I don’t remember you calling anybody.”

— “Text, silly.” — she said giggling.

— “Lilly, come. We have to go.” — shouted her mother from the car.

— “OK.” — said Lilly kissing Ben on the cheek — “One more thing. I invited over to your house a friend of mine. Terry.” — she said smiling — “You’ll like him.”

— “Oh. Is he …”

— “Yes. But remember, not every boy is a total anal pain slut.”

— “I know Lilly.” — said Ben turning red.

— “Treat him well.” — she said walking back to the car.

— “I will.”

— “And sometimes return the favour.” — she shouted, getting into the car.

— “I will. Bye!”

— “What was that about?” — asked her mother when they were leaving.

— “Ah, nothing. Just our secrets.” — said Lilly, and sat in her seat comfortably, enjoying a bit of a rest her ass was having.

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