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“I need your help,” Julie told me while our whole gang of friends was watching “Halloween” on the big screen TV in the girls’ suite living room.

We were a group of twelve college sophomores—six guys, six gals—living in two suites. There was a lot of intermingling and close friendships, but not really any serious relationships. As I stood up to go with Julie, everyone in the room looked over at us and sort of rolled their eyes. Julie and I were the two “serious students” who actually liked studying. We were heading back to the bedrooms to study rather then finish watching the movie.

Well, that’s not really what we were off to do. This wasn’t the first time Julie had asked me for help. She was an Art major and I was pre-med, but I could still help her figure out some of the quirks in her art work to make her class projects better. The last few times she had asked for my help it had ended in some serious erotica. It had gotten so I looked forward to being asked; partly for the pleasure I knew was to come, but also because I had started to really enjoy Julie’s company.

After we entered her bedroom, I hopped onto her bed and Julie pulled up a chair next to me. Julie was wearing that t-shirt dress of hers; the one that drove me wild during our photo shoot a few weeks back. The thin fabric of the dress highlighted her small breasts, the hem falling down to mid-thigh. With her short cut brown hair, and slightly almond shaped brown eyes, I could sit and watch her all day. Except for her red polished toe nails visible today because she was walking around the dorm barefoot. Those red polished nails would drive me just too wild to just sit and watch her. I always thought a girl who takes such care with her toes must want someone to notice the rest of her.

“I’m having a problem putting together my portfolio,” Julie said with a look of consternation on her face.

“What do you mean,” I asked, a little bit surprised, “you’ve got a whole series of really great work to include. Even your instructor Terry said so. What more do you need to make it complete? Tell me. You know I will help you in any way I can.”

“Well, why don’t you take a look at the portfolio? Flip through it, see how it strikes you. I feel there is something missing, but I don’t want to tell you what it is just yet. You look at it without me biasing your opinion and then we can talk about changes.”

That seemed like a good suggestion. I knew by heart pretty much everything in the portfolio. Heck, I was the subject of half of Julie’s best work. So maybe looking at the whole package from start to finish would help me see what I had missed.

“Sure, let’s do that. Do you have the portfolio here?” I asked.

“Of course, I always keep it close by.” Julie walked over to her desk and grabbed the large black covered portfolio book off her desk. She handed it to me and sat back down in the chair which she had adjusted to face me. I noticed that she slid her left leg up under her right leg on the chair. I figured she was settling in to be comfortable while I looked through the book.

I started to flip through the book. The first few pages were what you would expect from a sophomores portfolio: still life sketches of bottles and fruit, drawings of trees and landscapes, isolated facial features like eyes, noses, ears, and a few photos of campus architecture. Julie was very talented, but this sort of stuff wasn’t her real strength, so I kept turning until I found what I knew would be there.

The first series of interesting work was from Julie’s self-portrait photography session. These were maslak escort the pictures that first changed our relationship from my being a mere “advisor”, to something a little more involved. The pictures in the series showed Julie holding a flashing camera (she had clearly taken these pictures by looking in a mirror), and she was topless. No shirt, no bra, no hands covering her breasts. These were clearly focused images that highlighted her beautifully shaped small breast. Her areolas were a little darker then the rest of her skin, ending in short, hardened nipples pointing out at the viewer. In the photos Julie is looking out as if trying to see what you were thinking while looking at her. Julie had given me one of these pictures as a keepsake following our little photo session; I took it out occasionally to look at when I needed a boost.

Next came the pictures of me; well, of my cock really. Julie had taken a series of photographs in which she managed to keep my identity hidden—unless someone recognized my penis— but my privates fully on view. I was surprised she included these photos in the portfolio. The first few were relatively tame: my limp cock, then slowly hardening and becoming fully erect. But the last two were pretty hard core as the head of my cock was visibly ready to explode with a shower of cum. I flipped on to the next page.

“I think these are your favorites,” Julie said from her chair in front of me. I had almost forgotten she was sitting there. I looked up at her and smiled. As my eyes moved back to the portfolio, I caught a glimpse of her white panties peaking out between her thighs, the leg folded under her pulling her skirt back a bit. The white panties was as much as I had ever seen in “real life” of Julie’s crotch. I sighed and continued my review of the portfolio.

The ‘favorites’ were the sketches of Julie’s pussy. A series of “his and hers” sketches that included Julie’s drawings of my cock juxtaposed with sketches of her pussy. Julie’s pussy sketches showed her cunt going from calmly relaxed to fully blossomed to post orgasmic. The final sketch showed her cunt with inner lips fully engorged, pussy juices dripping down her crack, clitoris fully emerged from its hood. Yes, this last was my favorite. Looking through this section made my hands tremble a little and my breath quicken.

I looked over towards Julie, this time stopping briefly to stare at the exposed white panties. As I had seen with her at other times, a wet spot had formed on the fabric covering the crease of her cunt. My eyes continued up to look at her face. Her smile left me wanting more.

Next came the “studio” sketches. Julie had enticed me into a studio modeling session by showing me a sketch of a very hot, nearly naked woman I would be working with. The model turned out to be Terry, her drawing instructor. We had spent an erotically charged afternoon; me posing with Terry, Julie sketching everything she saw. The best part was when Terry held my face inches away from her dripping cunt while she brought herself to orgasm. For better or worse, Terry was more interested in Julie then in having a guy go down on her. Still, she turned out to be a really good person, not putting any unwanted moves on Julie, and saying that she didn’t want to do anything that would come between me and Julie. The final sketch in the book was of me, leaning back against Terry, head tilted back towards her crotch, my cock shown right after I had finished cumming.

And that was the end of the book.

I knew what I wanted to see, but I didn’t know what Julie was looking üsküdar escort for. We had both enjoyed ourselves in each of the sessions. That came through clearly in the images. I was ready for more; I wanted to make love with Julie.

I looked over at her sitting in her chair. She was staring at me now with a quizzical look. I think she wasn’t sure what to say, just as I wasn’t sure what to suggest. I was about to ask if she had any thoughts when she said:

“Do you like my toe nails? The red I mean. Do you think it’s ok that I spend time making my feet look pretty? Really, who even looks at toes anyway?”

“Toes?” I said, sounding more like a frog then a twenty year old college student.

“Yes, silly, toes. Have you ever noticed my toes?”

I looked over at her right foot, her left still being tucked underneath her.

“As a matter of fact, I have noticed your toes. You usually wear those opened toed sandals. Of course I’ve noticed that your toe nails are painted this color. I’ve noticed a lot of things about you.”

“Oh, like what?”

“I’ve noticed that the edges of your lips turn up just a little bit when you smile. I’ve noticed that the tip of your tongue sticks out when you are really concentrating on your art work. I’ve noticed that you dress in nice clothing. I’ve noticed a lot.”

“Come on, is that it?”

“No, I’ve noticed that your face gets a little flushed when we start talking. And sometimes you seem to get a little short of breath when we are together.”

“Hmm, I’ve noticed that part too. What else is there?”

“Well,” I stammered, making the decision to push along deeper, “even though you’ve kept your top on in front of me, I’ve noticed that your nipples get really hard during our sessions.”

“You must have been looking very closely. Anything else?”

“You usually wear white panties,” I said.

“Do you like white panties?” she asked.

“I love them; on you.”

“Why do you like my white panties?”

“Because they get wet. I think you get excited and your panties get wet and it makes me hard just thinking about it,” I said as my breath really started to quicken.

“Well that’s why you like to look at my panties. Have you noticed anything else?”

“You always stay clothed while we are together, but from that sketch you gave me I think you have a beautiful pussy.” Now Julie’s was starting to squirm a bit in her chair. She unfolded her leg and raised her foot onto the bed. Spreading her bent legs wider then I had ever seen them.

“Do you think my white panties look pretty now?” she asked me. I could clearly see that she had soaked through the thin fabric. Her dark pubic hair was visibly highlighted above her mound.

“I think they look great, but I would love to see more.”

“I want to show you more. How about if I take off my dress while you strip down to your bare behind?”

I didn’t even need to answer. I just started unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it off while Julie watched me. Then I rolled back slightly to lift up my legs, sliding my jeans off onto the floor. Next came off my underpants. This was all easy for me; Julie had seen me in every state of undress before so there was no need for to be modest.

I was completely naked, sitting on the bed in front of Julie whose legs were still perched up on the side, spread open, showing her pantied crotch. She stood up and in one quick movement slid the t-shirt dress over her head.

“How’s that?” Julie asked me as she sat back down. She was now dressed only in her panties and bra. She had bjk escort her legs back up on the bed; spread to show off her wet crotch; feet pointed towards me to admire her red toe nails.

“Better, I guess.”

Julie chuckled.

“Oh, have you noticed something new? Or is there something else you want me to do?”

“I’ve noticed that how your nipples show up against the sheer fabric of your bra,” I said.

“Yes, they do. Let’s change that too.” And she reached between her breasts and unsnapped the hook holding her bra together. She slowly pulled the two sides apart, pulled the bra away from her and tossed it on the floor. This was the first time I had seen her tits. I wanted to reach out and caress each one. They were soft white, smoothly sloping on the top side, pulled up towards the nipple, with a little bulge below. Each one was a small handful, but not much more. Her nipples were hardened and had little bumps on them. My cock responded by becoming rock hard.

“Your breasts are wonderful. I could look at them for hours.”

“Is that what you want to do?” Julie asked me squonching up her face as she said it.

“No. I think I can come up with other things to keep us busy. Aren’t you worried that you might ruin those panties? I’ve been noticing how wet they are getting.”

“You are observant! I guess I could do something about that too.” She stood up and pulled down her panties, kind of looked at how wet they were, smiled at me, and tossed the panties aside. “You were right; they did get pretty wet.”

Now completely naked, Julie sat back down on her chair. She raised legs back up to rest her feet on the bed, but kept her knees together. Was she teasing me? Would she keep me away from her womanhood for ever? I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I reached out and caressed her feet.

“Yes,” I said, “you did a beautiful job painting your toe nails.”

I could have been Ali Baba saying “Open Sesame,” because after I complimented her on her toe nails, Julie spread her knees as wide as they would go. Her pussy lips spread open to me, her clit showing through the dark pubic hair reaching down from her trimmed triangle. I could see how wet she really was, as every crease and crevice of her cunt glistened. Then she quickly skootched off of the chair, onto the bed. We sat there face to face. My cock as hard as it has ever been; Julie’s leg’s spread wide for my pleasure.

“Julie,” I said, “three times now we’ve watched each other cum. We’ve never even touched each other. I want to do more then jerk off looking at you. Are you ok with that?”

Julie smiled and reached down towards her crotch. She ran her finger along the wet crack of her cunt. I thought she was going to start rubbing herself and that we would in deed end up stroking myself off; but then she lifted her wetted finger to my lips and let me lick her pussy juice from it. I closed my eyes as I did this, savoring the flavor and the memory. Then she leaned back on the bed, reached up to grab my head, and directed my face into her crotch.

* * * *

Two days later, Julie stopped by my room carrying her portfolio.

“I’m done,” she said. “I’ve added a few more sketches and I think that’s all I need. Here, take a look.” She opened the book to the newest page, skipping over all the pictures I already knew so well.

The first new sketch showed a woman’s index finger pointing upward being licked by a man’s tongue. The fingers were soft and glistening.

The second drawing showed the top of a man’s head, a small pubic patch and a flat belly viewed from over small pointed breasts.

The last sketch showed a pair of man’s hands caressing a woman’s foot, the toe nails painted. Since the drawing was in black in white, there was no color on the toes, but I knew they were red. This was my favorite drawing of all.

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After these last four years with Dr. Roy and Nurse Ng I almost felt like being brutally honest just to tease Joya. I’d gladly give her anything she wanted without question, but what fun would that be.

Honestly, Joya was the rock that I expected after my car accident. I lost a leg and you’d think I had a tooth pulled. From that first rehab session she was a force of nature. Whatever encouragement I needed to get my ass to the hospital, she provided. Sometimes it was tender and sometimes it was harsh. But it was never sometimes. It was always and I never pitied myself for one second. Two kids headed to college and we were just turning forty. I never had time to miss that leg.

Which explains why I never signed up for the fully functioning, robotic prosthetic that Dr. Roy recommended me for. I was young and a great test case for all of the veterans they wanted to roll it out to. The technology was amazing and the work for me would be minimal considering how physically able I’d become on one leg. The real reason they wanted me was because I’d lost my leg above the knee so the hurdle to adapt was far tougher – the kinematic a as well as neuron sensors. But I was the athlete that could drive the study harder than any one prior. Joya brought it up every now and again, but never with much emphasis.

Until yesterday afternoon.

My fortieth birthday included calls from both kids and an early dismissal from work after the team devoured my cake. They practically kicked me out of the office. When I got home Joya met me at the front door with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She didn’t play the lottery so that couldn’t have been it. What was going through her mind?

With my escort plastic prosthetic leg and cane I walked up to her and gave her a big wet kiss that the neighbors would tell us about later. I knew there was going to be something naughty happening, but that smile was extra wide.

“To the den, please,” Joya requested. “The couch, big boy.” She was dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt but her attitude was straight sex. We never were much for romantic dinners and dressing up. We’d always been best friends and that worked for us.

As I made it to my place on the couch Joya sat next to me and removed my clothes as simply as she asked about my day at work. “How was the party?” she asked as she unbuttoned my shirt. “Don’t they know you don’t like red velvet?” she reacted to my birthday cake as she pulled off my khakis. “Was there a lot of traffic on the expressway?” she enquired as she pulled off my boxers.

I tried as always go along with her innocent production as best I could but I couldn’t hide my pleasure at her production. My dick was fully erect by the time she’d finished her pleasantries.

And that’s when she grabbed the remote for the 60″ TV and pressed play. While she dropped to the floor between my thighs – always caressing my scars first – I looked up to see something I hadn’t watched in 10 years. As she stroked my dick in her hands I watched her stroking my dick in her hands on the screen. I was in the middle of a re-enactment that starred a young couple fresh out of college in their first adult apartment.

We recorded my 22nd birthday celebration in that apartment and she must have been saving this for a special occasion. Just as she was now, she was in jeans and a t-shirt escort istanbul that almost hid her fanatically chiseled frame that resulted from a slight addiction to working out. Though the lighting in the movie was terrible I could see her abs when she finally lifted off her shirt. The only two differences were 1) she was a month pregnant in that video and 2) her upcoming blowjob skills have improved tenfold.

“Can I suck your dick now, Mr Birthday Boy?” she mouthed in unison to her younger self’s declaration. Then with a coy smile she lowered her head onto my throbbing dick. In the video I watched a loving young wife gently straddle her young husband’s dick. It was beautiful and sultry.

The woman with 40 year old was wildly tossing her Afro with no shame as she drooled all over my dick like she needed it to be extra wet. With one hand cupping my balls and caressing my taint, her other hand was undoing her jeans so she could check her own juices. The 21 year old on TV had a lot to learn.

And then on cue they both stood up and removed what remained of their clothing. Their thongs were playfully tossed on their lover’s heads. I laughed the same way as I’d done before as she lowered her hips onto mine. The younger me was focused on pushing his dick into her stomach while wiser, older me was occupied with roughly tasting each nipple as his dick explored her wet pussy. Both Joyas appeared happy but the older one was having an unplanned orgasm.

As Joya began to come I began to fuck her harder and forgot the movie was even playing. She was grinding her hips into me and I responded with controlled thrusts so I wouldn’t come before her second orgasm.

As I tried to beykoz escort pace myself I watched the young buck on the video place his young bride on all fours on the couch. Young Joya gripped the couch while she received every inch of her present over and over and over again. Both Joyas were that sort of loud you get when you know that you’re going to blow.

But while the Joya on the screen screamed “Fuck Fuck Fuck” and collapsed, the Joya on the couch squeezed the shit out me and shook like every nerve in her body had been exposed.

In contrast, I simply grunted and came. Like a real man.

As she sat on me and returned to her senses I watched the couple in the video recover from a very intense orgasm. I noticed Joya stroking my scarred leg as I reached for the remote to turn off the TV.

“Tomorrow’s appointment with Dr. Roy,” I started. “I’m thinking I should look into that robotic prosthetic.” I ran my fingers through her curly head and felt the sweat cool.

“And then we can ask him how long before you can get behind me like that again,” she replied before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Joya had only asked me for three other things in life – our house, a trip to Belize and to always be honest. If she needed me to get behind her like that, I had a new mission in life.

But before I could get her into trouble with Dr. Roy by hinting at why I had decided to volunteer for the program, Joya leaned into Nurse Ng and asked, “How soon will he be able to do everything with his new leg?”

Nurse Ng looked up at Joya with a smile and said, “Your husband should be galloping on all fours by his next birthday.” The laugh they shared was subtle but far from innocent. With a disappointed glance over his reading glasses, Dr. Roy made both ladies giggle more.

Dr. Roy turned to me like a man who had long given up hope on this topic. “This rehab has been a favorite among our patient’s wives.”

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So hatte ich mich eingelebt, wochentags mit meiner Ehefrau Elisabeth bei Tante Elvira, Freitag, Samstag und Sonntag mit Betty bei Sir Arthur und seinen Gesellschaften. Es war ein schönes Leben, Tante Elvira gab mir die Geborgenheit und zu den Wochenenden bekam ich mein Loch gründlich durchgeputzt, das sich immer deutlicher als unersättlich erwies.

An einem Nachmittag – meine Frau Elisabeth war in Sir Arthurs Kontor, um seine Buchhaltung zu erledigen – bekamen wir Besuch. Die Haustorschelle klingelte und ich wurde von Frau Tante geschickt, um zu öffnen. Vor der Türe standen zwei Damen: die kleinere, ältere, breit wie hoch und wohl im Alter von Frau Tante. Sie war zwar nobel aber recht altmodisch gekleidet.

Ihre Begleitung ein junges, schlaksiges Ding, mehr als einen halben Kopf größer als ich, mit langen blonden Locken. Sie schien sehr unsicher zu sein.

Ich bat die Gäste herein, und während ich der älteren ihre Jacke und Tasche abnahm und in der Garderobe verstaute, begrüßte Frau Tante sie:

„Hallo, liebste Beate! Wie schön, Dich wieder zu sehen! Es muss schon eine Ewigkeit gewesen sein!”

„ Elvira, meine Beste!”, antwortete die alte Dame, „Ja, es ist schon eine Zeit her. Du siehst gut aus!”

„Ja ja, ich weiß dass ich zugenommen habe. Aber das macht nichts. Meine kleine Sissy mag mich so genauso gerne. Nicht wahr, Sissy?”

Errötend, dass ich beim Lauschen ertappt wurde, nickte ich. Unverständlicherweise lachten die beiden alten Damen einander belustigt zu. Bestimmt wieder so ein eigenartiger Witz.

Ich musterte die Begleitung von Frau Beate. Sie stand unbeteiligt mit ratlosem Blick daneben. Ihre Kleidung war schick, ein kirschrotes kurzes Kleid, hübsche passende Strümpfe und ebenso rote Pumps mit halb hohen Absätzen. Als ich sie ansprach, ob ich auch ihr Jäckchen und ihre Tasche abnehmen sollte, wurde sie bis unter die Haarwurzeln rot und nickte nur verlegen.

Ich half ihr aus dem Jäckchen und musterte sie heimlich dabei: Sie war nicht gerade ausgesprochen schön, hatte ein langes Gesicht, lange flache Nase und ein langes Kinn. Ihre Augen waren groß und ihren Augenbrauen hätte es auch gut getan, so wie meine gezupft zu werden. Ihr Mund war ein breiter Strich, der aufgetragene Lippenstift sollte rote Lippen vortäuschen. Auch sonst war ihr Gesicht mit Sorgfalt geschminkt.

Während Frau Tante mit ihrer Freundin weiter plaudernd in den Salon gingen, folgte ihnen das junge Ding, eine lange Bohnenstange, kein Busen, kein Po, dafür schöne lange Beine und langes blondes Haar.

Im Salon wurde ich nach Tee geschickt, den ich rasch zubereitete und servierte.

Dann überraschte mich Frau Tante mit der Aufforderung, mich zu setzen.

„Sissy Schätzchen, setz dich doch zu unserem jungen Gast aufs Sofa! Sie sitzt so alleine da!”

„Das ist Petronilla”, stellte Frau Beate sie vor, „Ich lerne sie gerade als mein Dienstmädchen an. Und da dachte ich, vielleicht hat Dein Dienstmädchen gerne Gesellschaft. Die beiden sind doch zwei hübsche Dinge. Nicht wahr?”, wandte sie sich an uns, „Ihr werdet bestimmt gute Freundinnen, ja, sicher ganz, ganz enge Freundinnen!”

Und wieder lachten die beiden alten Damen einander an, als würden sie sich köstlich amüsieren.

„Nun erzähl mal ein bisschen von dir, Sissy!”, forderte mich Frau Tante auf.

„Ich heiße Sissy, und bin hier das Dienstmädchen. Ich kümmere mich um Sauberkeit escort bayan şişli und Ordnung im Haus und um alle persönlichen Wünsche von Frau Tante und meiner Ehe- …”

Abrupt brach ich ab, von einem stahlharten Blick von Frau Tante getroffen.

„… und ihrer Nichte Betty.”, korrigierte ich mich rasch.

„ und ich muss sagen”, ergänzte Frau Tante „dass unsere Sissy alle Anforderungen mittlerweile vorzüglich erfüllt. Sie hat sich in allen Dingen zu einer wahren Perle entwickelt.”

Ich erröte vor Stolz.

„Wie schön!”, antwortete Frau Beate, „ und deshalb bringe ich Petronilla hierher, damit sie von Sissy alles erlernt. Nun sag du auch was!”

Das hochgewachsene Mädchen saß verkrampft neben mir auf dem Sofa, räusperte sich und hub mit brüchiger Stimme an:

„Man nennt mich … Petronilla, ich bin 24 Jahre alt … und soll ein … artiges …Dienstmädchen werden. Bitte bringen … Sie mir … alles dazu bei, damit … meine gnädige Frau mit mir … zufrieden ist.”

Dabei stotterte sie und ihr Gesicht nahm wieder die Farbe einer Tomate an. Ich hatte den Eindruck, den Text hatte sie auswendig gelernt und sprach ihn nicht ganz freiwillig.

„Ich bin sicher, sie wird schnell von dir lernen, Sissy Schätzchen. Und ihr werdet euch bestimmt ganz schnell gut verstehen!”, erläuterte Frau Tante freundlich und beide Damen lachten wieder köstlich.

Ich blickte das Mädchen an, und auch sie hob zum ersten Mal ihren Blick. Ich sah die Neugier, mit der sie mich betrachtete.

„Dann geht euch doch schon die Hand!” forderte uns Frau Beate auf.

Vorsichtig streckte ich meine Hand dem Mädchen entgegen. Die näherte sich zögerlich mir und drückte mit ihrer dünnen Hand die meine. Dabei blickte sie mir direkt ins Gesicht und ich las tatsächlich so etwas wie den Wunsch, mir näher zu kommen, darin.

„Nun, wenn ihr euch miteinander bekannt gemacht habt, dann könnt ihr euch jetzt auch einen Kuss geben!”, forderte uns Frau Tante auf.

Ich war ein wenig über diese Aufforderung erstaunt. Aber Petronilla zeigte dagegen zum ersten Mal gar keine Scheu und näherte sich meinem Gesicht.

‚Nun gut’, dachte ich, ‚wenn sie es will, dann bitte!’ und hielt still. Als ich mit meinen Lippen ihre Wange berührte, fühlte ich ein sonderbares Kratzen.

‚Oh Gott!’, schoss es mir ein, ‚Petronilla ist ein Kerl!’

„Sieh doch, wie schüchtern!”, amüsierte sich die alte Dame, „ sie küssen sich auf die Wange! Dienstmädchen küssen einander immer auf den Mund! Also los! Zeigt uns, wie lieb ihr euch habt!”

Petronilla zögerte keinen Augenblick. Und ich kam gar nicht dazu abzuwehren, presste sie schon ihre Lippen auf meinen Mund. Mir wurde ganz heiß.

Seitdem ich hier in England war, hatte mich noch niemand – auch nicht meine eigene Frau – geküsst!

Und als ob das noch nicht genug wäre, spürte ich die Zunge dieses Kerls zwischen meinen Lippen Einlass begehren! Ich hatte beide Hände erhoben, aber zur Abwehr kam es nicht mehr. Ich war in Schreckstarre.

So saß ich ihm gegenüber, beide Hände in der Luft, aber nicht in der Lage, seine fordernde Zunge abzuwehren, die sich tief in meine Mundhöhle schob.

Mir schwindelte, keines Gedanken fähig! Nur aus weiter Ferne hörte ich die fröhlichen ‚Ah’s und ‘Oh’s der beiden alten Damen, die offensichtlich voll auf ihre Kosten kamen.

Dieser Kerl namens Petronilla hatte taksim bayan escort seine Arme um mich gelegt und mich fest an sich gepresst und dachte offensichtlich nicht daran, seine Zunge wieder aus mir heraus zu nehmen.

‚Nun gut!’, dachte ich, ‚ es ist ja schließlich ein Kerl’, auch wenn es sehr sonderbar war, dass er in Frauenfummel steckte. Aber ich hatte ja mittlerweile gelernt, was Kerle von mir wollten. Also ließ ich seine heftigen Küsse zu.

Es war auch allzu wohlig, wie mich die Gefühle übermannten.

Wie sehr hatte ich es vermisst, geküsst zu werden!

Bitte lass es nicht aufhören!

Ehe ich mir dessen bewusst wurde, hatte ich meine Arme um seinen Nacken gelegt und gab mich ganz seinen Küssen hin.

Die beiden alten Damen klatschten entzückt in die Hände.

Während er mich so in Besitz nahm mit seiner Zunge in meinem Mund, glitten seine Hände über meinen Rücken hinunter und massierten meinen Po. Er neigte sich über mich und ich kam in Rückenlage.

„Sieh doch nur”, rief Frau Beate entzückt, „wie lieb die beiden sich haben! Ich glaube die wollen noch mehr!”

„Aber doch immer gerne!”, fügte Frau Tante hinzu, „ nur keine Hemmungen! Zeigt uns doch, wie lieb ihr euch habt! Sissy Schätzchen, lass doch Petronella deinen geschickten Blasmund fühlen!”

Obwohl ich doch schon gewohnt sein sollte, vor fremden Leuten beschämt zu werden, schoss mir das Blut ins Gesicht.

„Na los doch! Nicht so schüchtern!”, ließ Tante Elvira nicht locker.

Nun gut, dann tat ich das, was die beiden unbedingt von mir sehen wollten: Ich löste mich aus der Umklammerung dieses Kerls, rutschte vom Sofa und kniete vor ihm. Petronilla wusste nicht, was das werden sollte, folgte mir aber, als ich ihn bei der Hand nahm und ihn aufstehen ließ.

Dann schob ich sein Kleidchen nach oben. Er trug halterlose Strümpfe und ein rosa Spitzenhöschen, das aber gut gefüllt zu sein schien. Also war es wahr: Petronilla war ein Kerl. Nun, denn, dann wollte ich den alten Damen die Show bieten, die sie sehen wollten. Der arme Kerl wurde wieder ganz rot, als ich ihm seine Höschen herunterzog.

Einen überraschten Laut konnte ich nicht unterdrücken. Ich bekam einen langen Penis zu sehen, nicht dick, aber mit unglaublich großer Eichel!

„Oh!”, entfuhr es mir, „ Ist das ein großer Lollipop!”

Die beiden alten Damen lachten begeistert. „Na”, rief Frau Beate vergnügt, „dann lutsch ihn doch, diesen Lollipop!”

Und das tat ich dann auch. Petronilla ließ ein leises Stöhnen hören, als ich den dünnen Schaft in meine Hand nahm, ihn sachte wichste, bevor ich meine Zunge herausstreckte und begann, diesen schönen Lollipop zu lecken. Dabei blickte ich Petronilla von unten an. Ihm stockte der Atem, rote Flecken auf den Wangen starrte er mich an.

Dann schloss ich meine Augen, stülpte meine roten Lippen über diese große Eichel und saugte mir diesen Schwanz tief in meinen Mund ein.

Mhmm! Das tat gut!

Die beiden Damen ließen Laute der Bewunderung hören.

„Das macht Deine Kleine aber wirklich schön! Man sieht, wie geübt sie darin ist. Und wie sie es genießt!”

„Aber ja! Das sagte ich doch! Und auch wie sie es mir und meiner Nichte macht, darin ist sie eine Perle.”

„Wirklich?”, ereiferte sich ihre Freundin, „ das will ich erleben!”

„Aber natürlich! Sowie Sissy wieder Zeit hat, kannst Du sie ausprobieren.”

Ich göztepe escort wunderte mich nicht schlecht: eben war ich im Begriff, einen fremden Kerl mit meinen Blaskünsten zu verwöhnen, verspricht mich für Tante schon ihrer alten Freundin für einen Cunnilingus!

Aber erst war dieser Lollipop dran. Ich stürzte mich auf ihn, leckte ihn, lutschte an ihm und saugte ihn mir tief in meinen Mund.

Dabei ergötzte ich mich an dem hemmungslosen Stöhnen von Petronilla.

„Sag, möchtest du nicht auch ficken?”, munterte meine Tante ihn auf.

„Sissy Schätzchen, komm zeig ihm doch deinen süßen Fickarsch!”

Ich hatte Ähnliches schon heimlich gehofft! Ich entließ seinen steifgelutschten Pimmel mit einem Plopp aus meinem Mund und lächelte ihn verführerisch an. Dann richtete ich mich auf, kletterte aufs Sofa, drückte meinen Oberkörper an die Sofalehne und präsentierte ihm, das Dienstmädchenkleid hochraffend, meinen Popo.

Petronilla schien noch zu zögern, ob er vor Zusehern so weit gehen konnte. Ich lächelte ihn süß über meine Schulter an. Dann gab er sich einen Ruck, sein langer steifer Pimmel pendelte lustig, und er stellte sich hinter mich. Ich schob mein Seidenhöschen beiseite und offerierte ihm mein kleines Poloch.

Schon spürte ich seinen Prengel an meinem Arsch. Ich fasste nach hinten und führte seine große Eichel an meinen After. Ein bisschen Spielen an dem kleinen ungeduldigen Loch, schon schob der Kerl sein Ding in mich hinein.

Ich stöhnte selig auf, als der dicke Lolli mir meine Rosette aufdehnte!

Die beiden Tanten jubelten zu der Darbietung.

Und auch ich jubelte, als Petronilla seinen Fick zügig aufnahm. Es tat so gut, wie der große Eichelkopf in mir ein und ausfuhr! Er packte mich an meinen Hüften und stieß tief und fest in mich hinein.

Ich keuchte im Rhythmus seiner Rammstöße.

Es muss pervers ausgesehen haben, wie zwei Gören auf dem Sofa hintereinander knieten und eine die andere in ihren Po fickte. Die beiden Tanten trieben uns an und wir keuchten dem Höhepunkt entgegen.

Dann war es soweit: Petronilla erhöhte sein Tempo, stöhnte heftig, bis er in einem tierischen Laut zum Orgasmus kam und sich in mir drinnen entlud. Beglückt blickte ich ihn an, während er in meinem Bauch abspritzte.

Die beiden Zuseherinnen applaudierten und lobten uns sehr.

„Großartig! Die beiden sind richtig geile Luder!”, schwärmte Frau Beate, „Ich denke, wir werden öfters kommen!”

„Sissy, vergiss deine Manieren nicht! Was bietet man nun den Gästen an?”, ermahnte mich Frau Tante.

Ich wusste gleich, was zu tun war, sprang vom Sofa und kniete mich vor meinem Besteiger, bedankte mich artig und begann, seinen immer noch großen Dengel sauber zu lutschen.

Frau Beate war entzückt!

„Sie … sie hat einen Schwanz …!”, stotterte Petronilla.

Er hatte es bisher nicht bemerkt und wohl geglaubt, ein echtes Gör zu vögeln!

Vergnügt grinste ich ihn von unten an, genüsslich an seinem Lolli kauend und mit meiner Zunge ihn neckend.

„Ach, nicht der Rede wert!”, kommentierte meine Tante, „Das ist bestenfalls eine große Klitoris.” Und beide Damen kicherten amüsiert.

Ich flüsterte meinem Lover zu: „Du hast es aber trotzdem genossen, stimmt’s?”.

Der konnte nur stumm nicken, immer noch perplex über die kleine Überraschung.

„Ich auch! Sogar sehr!”, lächelte ich ihn an, erhob mich und suchte seinen Mund. Erst zögerte er, jetzt wo er wusste, dass ich nicht immer ein süßes Mädchen war. Aber schließlich überwand er seine Hemmungen und küsste mich stürmisch zurück, egal dass ich nun nach seinem abgespritzten Schwanz schmeckte.

Ich war glücklich!

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DD had just fucked me. As always it had been great, well at least for me. I think for him too, but I can never really tell with DD or, with most men come to that. Do they really enjoy me? Am I any good? Better than most, average, terrific or pretty poor? Do they confuse my looks, which I think are ok, with my sexual skills? Does my blonde hair, my trim figure, pert 34 b tit, ok legs, a bit chunky at the tops though, and tight bum make them think I am better at sex that I really am?

Who knows and, I suppose who cares? I had just been fucked by my longer term, four years now, older, forty three year old, married lover and I’d loved it.

DD is David Deekins. He was an English lecturer at Bristol Uni when I was there. I didn’t have any lectures from him, so I guess it wasn’t really breaking the college code for him to fuck me, well not the letter, but probably the law of university.

He oversaw the play that the students put on each year. I was one of the stars and assistant producer of our effort of What The Butler Saw and had to run things past him. That meant I had to visit his flat in town away from the campus to explain where we were taking the play. It also meant that I had to tell him that the delightful, large breasted, third year Economics, straight A student and my co star in the play, Stephanie and I would actually be naked in the bed scene. It also meant that I had to tell him that the bed clothes would come off and that the pair of us would bare all for the audience. It didn’t, though, mean that I had to rehearse that scene, without Stephanie, in front of him, but I did. It also didn’t mean that I had to be naked in his sitting room, but I was and it certainly didn’t mean that he had to fuck me on his cold, but rather sticky, dark green leather Chesterfield, but he did.

It just went from there, as things do. We met and shagged probably twice a week for the months between then and when I left, prematurely. We met less frequently after that, but when he came to London we would meet and do what twenty one year old ex students and forty something lecturers tend to do in hotel bedrooms or the backs of cars: it’s bloody hard I can tell you in the back of a MINI!

After I left Bristol, DD also left. I would love to think that he was chasing after me, but I know that isn’t the case. He gained a bigger job and at London University, was the reason he moved, but hey, who cares he was nearer to me and that’s all I was interested in.

The ageing, scrawny bitch, that’s what we called his wife of twenty years, was away. She was away a lot being a civil servant; a senior one at that, involved with the EU, so she visited Brussels and Frankfurt frequently. That suited me perfectly, for not only did it mean I got to be fucked by her husband, but that he could fuck me in their bed; we both got a perverse pleasure from that.

DD and I loved each other, but we knew our affair would go nowhere, other than into beds as frequently as we could. He was over twenty years older than me, he had two children and she was a ruthless bitch who would clean him out if they divorced. To tell the truth that also suited me perfectly. I was not at all sure that I wanted more: being twenty three and having a forty something lover was fine, but the idea of a being forty three and having a sixty something husband was not a massive attraction.

“I have a confession to make,” he said, as I lay in his arms in ‘their’ bed running my fingers through the hairs on his chest after our lovely lunchtime shag.

I felt awful, but managed a slightly strangled. “Go on then.”

“It happened last week.”

“Was she nice?” I asked assuming he was going to tell me he’d pulled a bird and had sex with her.

Laughing he said, “No it’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

He pulled me tighter against him squashing my left boob against his chest. My right hand was resting on his stomach; his right arm was round me, his fingertips just touching my right breast.

“I told you that I hurt my back and knee, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you are far too old to be playing five a side football,” I replied stroking his nicely flat and pleasingly hairy stomach.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” he murmured, stroking the top of my tit. “But don’t be cheeky about my age.”

We both laughed.

“How is it now?”

“Much better, I had some treatment on it.”

“What physio?”

“Yes.”

“And it worked?” I asked wondering what this had to do with a confession.

“Yes it did, but more than that.”

“Come on then, spill the beans,” I said.

“Well I stripped down to my tee shirt and boxers and he fiddled around with my knee, bending and twisting my leg until he announced that it wasn’t serious.”

“Typical man,” I said sliding my fingers into the heavier mass of dark, crinkly pubic hairs. “Making mountains out of molehills with illness and injuries.

“True,” he smiled cupping my boob and trying, unsuccessfully, to reach my nipple. I wiggled a bit so he could. That felt nice.

“Just escort şişli a strained ligament.”

“So what did he do?”

“I had some electrical treatment, then some acupuncture”

“I didn’t know physios used that sort of voodoo stuff.”

“Oh yes a lot do, it’s become quite well accepted.”

“Did it hurt? The thought of having needles stuck in me is frightening.”

“No not really, you just feel heat moving from one needle to another, it’s amazing really and to think no one really knows what happens or how it works.”

“So was that all?”

“No he put two electrodes on my leg which made me flex and then relax that big muscle.”

“This one?” I asked reaching down and stroking his leg just above his knee, my face going very close to his flaccid cock.

“Yes that one.”

“Then he massaged both legs. He did the acupuncture needles on my back and then gave that a thorough massage. You’ve just strained the muscles to the right of your spine he explained. That was it.”

“And the confession?”

“Be patient, I’m coming to that?”

“If I have to wait that much longer with your hand on my nipple and my face where it is I’ll be coming too, but in a very different way,” I answered honestly.

“Ok, I went back three days later.”

“The day before yesterday?”

“Yes Tuesday.”

“OK”

“The same treatment, with the electrodes and the needles, then the massage.”

“So what’s the big deal?” I asked, full of curiosity.

“Just listen and stop rabbi ting and asking questions, for a while.”

“Ok sir, but is it ok if I hold this now and then?” I asked taking hold of his limp cock.

“As you wish Sammi, but for fuck’s sake just shut up,” he said, not nastily, but similarly to how other people have said it to me in the past: yes I do talk too much at times.

“I was wearing just a short, hardly beneath my waist, tee shirt and my tight Calvin Klein’s,” he went on as I held his ‘crown jewels’ carefully in my hand, it felt so nice.

“What colour?”

“I told you don’t interrupt. White ones.”

“Ok sorry, no more,” I said stroking his stomach and thighs, as well as his cock.’ Was that a movement?’ I asked myself?

DD carried on, seemingly oblivious to my hands on his genital, although he was squeezing my boob more firmly. “I was lying flat out on the massage table, the tee shirt had ridden up a bit. The physio asked if I would like him to raise the back of the table a little so I was sitting up a bit and I said yes please, so he did.”

“What’s oops sorry.”

“What’s he like? Were you going to ask?”

“Yes, but I’m not allowed to speak,” I giggled.

“About my age. Slim, athletic build, dark hair, nice looking. He was wearing track trousers, dark blue and a white doctor’s jacket, well more like dentist wears. He poured some oil onto my leg just above my knee and worked it into the muscle. He used more pressure than he had before and it hurt a bit. He said sorry, but explained that it was the dead tissue or dried blood pulling that caused the pain and that was part of the recovery. He then told me to remove my tee shirt and turn onto my front, which I did.”

“With the back rest up?” I chimed in, showing him I was paying attention.

“No he put that down as I was turning over.”

“Ok, just making sure we get the detail right,” I murmured loving the sensations of his fingers pinching my nipple.

“He gave my shoulders, then mid and finally my lower, especially to the right side, back a deep, quite strong massage. It was nice; I liked the strength of it. It felt as though it was doing me some good. I felt his hands on the elastic of my boxers turning them down a little so that he could get to the top of my buttocks.”

“You mean your bum?” I asked.

“Well yes I suppose so, I was a little surprised, but I didn’t think much about it, after all he was a qualified physio and I’m not gay.”

“And that’s very sensitive isn’t it?” I said.

“You should know,” he answered before going on. “Anyway he massaged both cheeks quite hard telling me that the big muscles of the bum, the glutes as he called them, are connected to the damaged ones on my back and by treating those on my bum those on my back would be helped. That seemed to make sense, but it felt odd laying there, the waist band of my pants half way down my bum as a man massaged each cheek. I couldn’t help myself thinking, what ifs?”

“What are they?” I asked, holding his cock and moving my face closer to it.

“Oh you know.”

“No I don’t,” I replied thinking’ wouldn’t it be nice to put his cock in my mouth?’

“Well Sammi, use your fucking head,” DD said rather curtly.

For a moment I thought he meant, give me some head and I replied. “What now?” as I lifted his dick towards my mouth.

“I meant your brain, not your mouth, but you could do both if you want.”

“Hmmm blondes aren’t too good at multi-tasking” I muttered, nevertheless giving the tip of his uncircumcised bostancı escort cock a quick lick.

He ignored the question, but I had got what he meant. He went on.

“For some reason he said I should have an all over massage, which of course created even more ‘what ifs,’ but I didn’t say anything. He did my shoulders, which are always a bit tight and that was great, then my neck and upper arms. It was when he moved further down and massaged firstly my wrists and then, particularly, the palms of my hands that I felt some little tingles.”

“What like these?” I asked licking the length of his now obviously hardening cock.

“Yes, in a way, but not quite so obviously, after all he is a man.”

“Hmmmm, yes and I’m not,” I said quietly enjoying the feel of him hardening in my hand and against my face. “Go on.”

“It was very odd. I knew he was a man.”

“Clever boy.”

“Shut up Sam, I’m serious here, it’s important.”

“Ok”

“Yet his touch was that of a woman, no, not a woman, but not that of a man either. It was the touch of anyone, actually just the touch of the massage. He was holding my hand and his fingers were rubbing the palm, quite firmly, it certainly wasn’t a caress, but it had the effect on me that a caress would have. I was drifting off into another world. Half naked, much of my bum bare, laying on my front, my eyes closed I sort of went into a trance. He moved round the table and did my other hand. This time he lifted it up and placed the back of it on his leg to give him something to massage against, I think. It was an amazing sensation and, as I said, that was when the tingling really started. They increased as he massaged my hand more firmly, but also more sensuously, or so it seemed to me, and as he pressed it more firmly against his leg. I couldn’t understand it and, to be absolutely honest, I didn’t try that hard, I just let myself go with the flow, well more with the feelings I suppose.”

Oddly in some ways, for I was listening to my lover tell me about some form of gay experience, the talk was arousing me. Even more oddly, maybe, it was clearly arousing DD as well for he was now semi-erect in my hand; I stroked his growing length as I said, softly. “Go on, love.”

Almost as if saying thank you for my understanding, he squeezed my breasts and pulled on my nipple.

“I felt wonderful, but awful at the same time,” DD continued.

“Why?” I asked.

“I was worried about my feelings for I was becoming aroused by a man.”

“How aroused?” I murmured, licking his now nearly full erection. “As aroused as this?”

“Yes pretty much, I was getting hard.”

“Like now?”

“Yes just like now,” he muttered, sliding his hand down, between our bodies, round my waist and onto my bum. I wiggled a bit and pushed one leg forward from the other, his hand slid between them. “But not as hard as now, after all Sam, I didn’t have you there.”

“Bollocks,” I smiled, pleased though at the jokey compliment.

“Ok David, turn over please? He asked,” DD went on. “Oh fuck I thought he’ll see my hard on, but what could I do? I couldn’t say no could I? So I just did as he asked and laid there waiting for some reaction from him. He was obviously a real pro and possibly quite used to it, for he didn’t say a word. He massaged my chest, again hard and deep, but, I started to think more sensuously, or was it my imagination?”

“Maybe it was in hope?” I said blowing on the very tip of his cock that was bursting out from his foreskin pushing that back so his purple, glistening glans were staring me in the face.

“Actually you may be right,” he said as I felt his fingers find my lips. “It was so odd.”

“How? You had a hard on that’s all. I’ve got aroused on holiday when a girl had massaged me; it is a very sensual experience.”

“It’s different for a girl.”

“Is it, why?”

“Oh you know.”

I let his chauvinistic message pass. After all who wants a row when you are licking your lover’s cock, as I was, avidly? He went on.

“He seemed to focus more on my boobs than I felt he probably should and that made the whole thing more sensual and erotic. He was also moving his hands more slowly and softer. I lost all feelings of man and woman.”

“How do you mean, luv?” I asked. “This feels very man to me,” I said slowly pumping his cock in gently masturbation movements.

“I don’t know really, but the fact that it was man massaging me seemed to vanish, it was almost as if I also ceased being a man. He was working my breasts in a similar way to how I would work yours if I was massaging you,” he said as I grunted when his fingers slid into me, just a little way.

“Wow,” I said “That must have been weird.”

“It was Gender and sexuality didn’t seem to exist. We were both just sensual objects, not male nor female, but simply sexual beings. His hand then started sliding down my lower chest to my waist. Each time one or the other or both went a little further. Firstly just touching the top nişantaşı bayan escort of the elastic waist of my boxers, several times, then slipping into it, just a little way, a number of times. I was now erect, in fact Sam, I was fucking hard.”

“Like now,” I said, wiggling my bum so that his fingers went deeper inside me and wrapping my lips round his fully erect dick.”

“Yes just like now and I knew he could not possibly have avoided seeing it for those pants are very tight and where I had moved, my cock had reared right up the centre of my stomach. That meant that as his fingers slid down my oiled lower chest and into the waist of my pants they went within an inch or so of the tip of my cock. I was in such a turmoil.”

“Why? How?”

“It slowly dawned on me that I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to hold my cock.”

“Mmmmm, nice,” I grunted my mouth full with his cock. The vision of the masseur holding DD’s cock filled my mind and that excited me. I didn’t understand that. I was as aroused as hell by his account and now I was becoming even more excited by the thought of a man wanking my lover. ‘What the fuck’s the matter with me?’ I thought, but I cast that out of my mind. I rationalised that it was simply sex and that can come in many forms. It isn’t ordained that it has to be male with female. It suddenly hit me, sexual arousal could be genderless, it was the buzz that’s important, not who gives it or how it’s provided. And I knew that, for I recognised it from some of my little adventures! I started to understand how DD had felt with his masseur.

“Suddenly it was as though he had put a red hot poker on the tip of my cock. But as quickly as that feeling arrived so it went away, only to return again shortly after. My body jerked and I groaned, or maybe grunted, I’m not sure, but I know my head rolled from side to side and I sort of thrust myself upwards a touch.”

“He’d touched your cock, I assume?” I asked.

“Yes, just fleetingly, but enough I guess to measure my reaction.”

“What to see if you were up for it?”

“I think so yes, after all if he gets it wrong, he could be in trouble.”

“Mmmmm, I suppose so,” I said easing my body up a bit so that DD could get to my pussy easier.

He went on. “I think I gave him the right reaction for I felt his hands on the waist of my boxers. He slowly lifted it and I heard him say “Yes?” That one syllable word with a clear question mark after it was, I have to admit Sam,” he said rather croakily slipping two fingers right up me to his knuckles, “Probably the most erotic thing that had ever been said to me. ‘Fuck, am I gay?’ I momentarily questioned myself before putting all such concerns to one side and groaning back another yes, but adding rather naively and very unnecessarily, I’m sorry. He replied, don’t be silly as he peeled my pants down baring my total erection to his gaze.”

I was now near to cumming again and was avidly sucking DD’s cock, almost like a kid sucks a lollipop as he slid his two, three or even four fingers rhythmically up and down my pussy. I managed to ask. “What did he do?”

DD replied, “It seemed an age before he said anything and I realised he must have been looking at my cock, and that was an odd, but also highly exciting feeling. He asked quite quietly, “You want me to look after this?” I nodded and whispered ‘Yes please’. He slid my pants down my legs and I bent my knees and lifted my feet so he could remove them; I was totally naked. He ran the back of his fingers across my chest, tweaking each nipple and said. “Just a sec.” I felt and heard him move away and thought he was probably getting some oil or something, for he had left me a few times during the massage to do that.”

I was now fully fellating DD. I knew it would take some time, for he’d shagged me less than an hour ago and at his age men take some time to recover and I know he takes a long time to cum a second time; you should try a third, you could read The Times from cover to cover. Exciting me more and more with both his active fingers and his words, I kept thinking why did I find the concept of him being masturbated by a guy so stirring, as he said.

“I felt him return alongside the table. One hand cupped my breast and the other slithered down my chest and lightly ran along my cock, which, I swear, was as hard as it had ever been. I groaned and my head rolled from side to side as I felt some warm oil pour onto my cock. The feeling as some of the oil trickled round my cock and some of it slid down onto my balls was incredible. “Nice?” He asked me, as he ran his fingertips up and down my length, God it felt good.”

What DD was telling me and the clear excitement in his voice as he said it, got to me and aroused me even more. I wiggled myself so I turned my body with my bottom now more towards his head. That gave him easier access to my aching pussy and made it easier for me to suck his cock, which I could feel was throbbing, almost pulsating against my tongue and lips. That was lovely. “Go on David,” I groaned.

“Ok. His hand was smoothing the oil all over my cock, some onto my stomach and the rest onto my balls and you know how I like this being touched don’t you?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” I said taking his cock out of my mouth and licking his scrotum. “Like this?”

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Do you remember back in junior high school when, all of a sudden, girls were no longer the bearers of cooties but were objects of attraction and longing? My epiphany was a girl named Janet Pell, but she was known as Jan. She had dark hair and bright blue eyes that were mesmerizing to me. To me she was beauty personified…I loved this girl despite hardly knowing her. As we aged Jan managed to get more and more beautiful as her body developed and my longing increased. For my part, I was a gawky and slightly tubby lad with no idea how to talk to girls, especially one I admired as much as Jan. I interacted with her as I did the other kids in my classes and she was always nice.

In the 8th grade we had various fun events like ‘dress-up day’ and ‘slave day’ that were excuses to be whimsical. ‘Slave day’ was a day when you would select a partner of the opposite sex who would be your ‘slave’ (doing your bidding without complaint) during the morning and then your ‘master’ in the afternoon. For whatever reason (and I still have no clue how it happened!), Jan chose me to be her partner for the day. I was the master in the morning and was totally agog that the object of my desire was mine to command. I didn’t want to blow it with her so I didn’t really make her do much as I was happy to be in her presence all day. In the afternoon when Jan was the master she made me carry her, piggy-back, to all of her classes. I, of course, was in ecstasy as I was able to touch her all day.

When we entered high school, life changed because Jan’s family moved from the area…she was no longer there. The next year my family moved too and soon Jan was a fading memory. I would see her picture periodically when I would look at our junior high yearbook and would wonder where she was and hoped that her life had been a happy one.

As you have probably surmised, we did encounter each other very many years after our idyllic childhood years. I was employed by one of the major airlines and was assigned to work in baggage service. My job was to collect information from passengers whose luggage failed to arrive, enter that information into the computer system, check the computer for clues as to where the missing baggage may have gone and then forward the delayed luggage to the customer upon its arrival. Understandably, most people are irritated when their luggage doesn’t arrive so you don’t, generally, catch people at their best in this situation. I was on the morning shift and was dealing with a handful of people off our first arrival of the day. All of the customers were from a flight that had a very tight connection in the hub so they all understood why their bags were late.

The last person in line was a lovely woman with dark hair and strikingly blue eyes who was pleasant in her demeanor despite standing in line for 20 minutes. I asked for her name so I could pull up her ticket information in order to begin filling in her delayed bag claim. When she said Janet Pell I stopped typing and looked at her more closely.

“Did you, by chance, go to junior high at Roman Hills school?” I asked.

Jan looked up sharply and looked at me intently and said, “Yes I did. Oh, my god! Are you Jimmy Hart?”

I smiled in disbelief that she knew my name! “Yes I am! I can’t believe you know my name let alone recognize me! I haven’t seen you in, what, 25 years?”

Jan smiled, “At least 25 years! How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, and you?”

“I’ve been grand! We should get together while I’m in town.”

“I can bring your bag to your hotel when I get off work and then perhaps we could talk and maybe have dinner?”

Jan thought for a minute and then said, “What time do you get off work? I have a meeting at noon and it will, probably, go until 2:30 or 3:00pm.”

“My shift ends at 3:30. What hotel are you staying in?”

“I’m at the Excelsior downtown, do you know it?”

“Yeah, my condo is about 3 blocks away. I’ll come to your hotel at 4:00 and will wait for you in the lobby if your meeting hasn’t finished.”

“I can’t wait!” Jan replied.

I took down all of the information I needed for her baggage claim and then we said our goodbyes. I was in a state of euphoria knowing I was going to spend the evening with this woman whom I had adored all of those years ago. Since the day was slow and all the work in baggage service was caught up I asked for and got permission to leave early for the day. I caught the light rail from the airport to the downtown area and made the 4 block walk to my condo with Jan’s bag in tow. It was a lovely summer afternoon which made the walk very nice. When I got home I shed my uniform, took a shower and then dressed in my casual clothes. I made it to Jan’s hotel five minutes early and went to the front desk to ask for Jan’s room. The concierge called up to her room and when he was satisfied that I was the person Jan was expecting directed me to room 1503.

Moments after I knocked on her door it swung open and I was engulfed in a bear hug. I could escort bayan feel Jan’s ample bosom pressing into my chest as we hugged so I hugged her back with equal gusto. When Jan broke the hug, she held me at arm’s length and looked into my eyes with a bright smile. “Come in and have a seat” Jan beckoned.

Her hotel room was a suite of rooms with a small sitting room and a bedroom. There was a small settee and an armchair next to a small coffee table along with a TV, desk and small refrigerator in the sitting room. I sat on the settee and Jan took the chair. She offered me a drink from the ‘minibar’ that was the refrigerator. She grabbed a small bottle of white wine for herself and I had a beer.

“Don’t worry, my company will pay for this.” Jan said. “I have been thinking about you and our days at Roman Hills all day since the airport! Do you remember when we were partners for ‘slave day’? I had to beg you to have me do things. Were you afraid I was going to break or something?”

I laughed and said, “Something like that! I was in total awe that you chose me to be your partner! Here I was, this geeky kid who had no clue about girls, asked to partner with prettiest girl in our class, if not the school! I was in way over my head! You’ve probably deduced it by now, I had a huge crush on you in those days.”

I could see Jan blush at my words. “Well, I always thought you were cute and wondered why you never asked me out.”

“I had no idea about that kind of stuff. It took me a few years to get the nerve to ask a girl out on a date.”

We sat and talked for several hours while we cleaned out the ‘minibar’ in her room. We talked about kids we remembered from our days in school and then about what happened later in our lives. Jan’s family had left our little town for the state capitol where she lived until she went off to college. She had been married for a few years but it had been a disaster so she divorced and took back her old last name. I told her about my family moving out of state, then me going off to college in Chicago and finally getting my airline job so I could travel the world.

“You never got married, Jimmy?” Jan asked.

“No. I came close a couple of times, but then one or both of us would break things off. I, sometimes, regret it because it would have been nice to have a partner to share the travel with but I can’t complain. I’m getting hungry, how about you?”

“I’m famished! Where should we go?”

I rattled off a number of different restaurants in the area and we decided on a Lebanese place that was about 6 blocks away. As we walked to the restaurant Jan took my hand in hers as we continued talking. Since it was Friday night the restaurant was fairly busy but we did get a nice table for two. During our meal, I asked Jan how long she was going to be in town.

“I have, kind of, a weird schedule. I had the meeting this afternoon and then another meeting on Monday before leaving on Tuesday. You wouldn’t happen to have tomorrow off, would you?”

I smiled like I had hit the jackpot! “Not only am I off tomorrow but I have Sunday off too! I can show you around town or go to museums. Whatever you would like.”

“That sounds wonderful. Since you don’t have to be up early should we make an evening of it? I saw a wine bar as we walked here, would you be interested?” Jan asked.

“I was going to suggest the same thing! They have a lot of great local wines and it’s not too loud, as bars on Friday night go.”

We wandered down to the wine bar and drank until about 11:00. As we left I could tell I was a bit tipsy and I’m sure Jan was feeling the same way. She held my arm tightly as we walked back to her hotel and in the elevator, up to her room. After she opened her door she turned to face me. “I had a wonderful evening, I hate to have it end.” Jan pulled me into another hug and then she kissed me on the lips with a quick peck. She looked into my eyes, smiled and then I kissed her back with a more lingering kiss. I felt her mouth open as we kissed so I opened mine as our tongues met and danced. We stood in her doorway for ten minutes making out like teenagers until Jan said, “Want to come in?”

We broke apart long enough for us to enter her room, close the door and make it to the middle of the room. We then embraced again kissing each other like we were making up for 25 years. I was in a state of shock that I was kissing the girl of my junior high dreams. It was better than anything I could have dreamed of. As we kissed I ran my hands up and down Jan’s back and she did the same to me. Finally, after about 30 minutes of kissing, Jan asked, “Should we go to the bedroom?”

I looked into Jan’s eyes and said, “Only if you want to. I don’t want you to feel forced into anything. But if you do, you would make my dreams come true.”

Jan smiled brightly and said, “I want this more than anything!”

We broke our embrace and walked into the bedroom. We stopped at the foot of the bed and began undressing tuzla escort each other. Jan unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall from my shoulders onto the floor and then I did the same with hers. Jan leaned down and took each of my nipples into her mouth and sucked them hard while nibbling lightly. My penis really liked this treatment and went from mostly hard to massively turgid! When she lifted her head, I reached behind her and undid her lacy bra. As her breasts were exposed I gave her nipples the same treatment she had given mine. Jan moaned loudly and ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked and nibbled on her very hard nipples.

Jan then reached for my belt and unfastened it and then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. As I stepped out of my pants I reached over and undid Jan’s pants and then pushed them off of her hips to the floor. Jan’s panties matched her bra and looked very nice. My boxers, however, were strained to the max with my erection. Jan bent over and pushed my boxers down and my penis finally broke free from any confinement. Jan gasped and asked, “Is that for me?” She then kissed the head of my penis very delicately before standing back up. It was my turn to push Jan’s panties off of her and when they were on the floor I stood up and took in Jan’s beauty.

She had a classic hourglass shape with fairly large breasts that were capped with medium sized areolae and long hard nipples, a trim stomach and nice hips. Her pubic hair was trimmed very short so that you could make out her labia but she wasn’t shaved. I stood and stared in amazement at Jan for several moments before I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I held her body close to mine as we kissed enjoying the feel of her skin against mine. I pulled away from the kiss for a moment, looked into Jan’s eyes and said, “I think I have been waiting for this moment all of my life.”

Jan smiled and said, “I think I have too.” We then kissed each other again with intense passion for several minutes until Jan suggested we get on the bed. We led each other onto the bed, lay down on our sides facing each other and continued our embrace. I ran my hands all over Jan’s body taking in the feel of her back, ass and breasts. Her skin felt so soft to my touch I was in heaven. Jan was running her hands all over me too, though I don’t think she found my skin to be particularly soft. I fondled her left breast for a while, feeling the weight of it and rubbing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which caused her to moan.

After several minutes Jan reached down and began caressing my erection which caused me to moan. Her soft hands felt very nice as she stroked my length slowly. I decided to reciprocate and reach down to touch Jan’s vulva. Her outer labia were very swollen and I could detect moisture as my fingers worked their way deeper between her lips. As I rubbed my hand up and down between her lips Jan began to moan constantly and groaned very loudly when my fingers found her vaginal opening. She was so hot and wet as I dipped a finger into her depths. She spread her legs wide for me allowing unfettered access to her love pot.

“I need you in me, Jimmy!” Jan cooed as I stroked her pussy. I rolled around on top of her in the classic missionary position. She still had a grip on my penis, as I lifted my hips she placed me at her opening and I slowly pushed deep into Jan’s depths. We both moaned as I pushed into her vagina. The sensations on my cock were fantastic. She was hot and tight and felt like we were made to be together. I slowly sawed in and out of Jan’s wet vagina enjoying every inch of penetration as I delved deeper and deeper into her. We were both moaning as we enjoyed our union.

I hadn’t had sex in several months so I wasn’t too confident about my staying power but I decided not to worry too much. Jan had wrapped her legs around my ass and was pulling me into her faster and harder. Her breath was quickening as was mine as we continued fucking each other. After a while Jan cried out, “OH MY GOD, JIMMY! I’M GOING TO CUM!! I’M GOING TO CUM!!!”

And cum she did! She began shaking and moaning while I continued to pound her pussy looking for my own release.

A couple of minutes after Jan climaxed I did too. I cried out, “I’M CUMMING JAN! I’M CUMMING!”

“CUM IN ME JIMMY! I WANT YOU TO CUM IN MY PUSSY!”

I began to shoot my load deep into Jan as spasm after spasm wracked my body. It felt like I was pumping gallon upon gallon of my sperm into her. When my orgasm finally ebbed, I collapsed on top of Jan and began kissing her. Our tongues danced as we tried to absorb each other with our mouths. I was in a state of ecstasy and never wanted the night to end.

Finally, I rolled off of Jan and we both laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. Jan then asked, “Was it everything you dreamt it would be, having sex with me?”

I rolled over onto my side to face her, propping my head on my hand. “Truthfully, I wasn’t old enough to dream findikzade esc about sex with you. I did dream about kissing and holding you a lot and that wildly exceeded my dreams as a kid. If I had dreamt of sex with you I don’t believe my imagination would have measured up to the reality!” I stared into Jan’s eyes and looked at her smiling face. “You know, you are more beautiful now than when we were in school! I always lamented when your family moved away and wished that I had been able to grow up around you.”

“Who knows what would have happened if we had stayed in that little town.” Jane said. “Our lives would have been very different I’m sure. Maybe we would have got together and maybe we wouldn’t have, who knows. But, I’m very happy we got together today. You are the best lover I have ever been with.”

I leaned down and kissed Jan deeply with all of the passion I possessed and she returned the kiss with equal passion. When we broke the kiss we just laid there staring into each other’s eyes. After a while I said, “I should, probably, get going.”

A frown crossed Jan’s face and then she asked “Would you consider staying here for the night?”

I smiled and said, “I would love to stay the night, I need a toothbrush though.”

“There happens to be an extra toothbrush in the bathroom. Want to take a shower with me?”

“This day just gets better and better,” I said.

We both got out of bed and jumped into the shower to wash the evening’s activities off ourselves and to prepare us for the next occasion. We scrubbed each other thoroughly from top to bottom. It was the single most enjoyable shower of my life. When we finished our shower, we brushed our teeth and then returned to the bed. Jan had turned off all of the lights in the hotel room except one of the bedside lamps. I had turned down the bedding and laid down awaiting Jan as she tended to the lights. When she got into bed she threw her leg over my head and straddled my face as she reached out and grabbed my flaccid penis. At her touch, my cock arose to its full glory, ready, once again, for my school days’ crush to bring me to a climax.

I pulled Jan’s hip down so that her vagina landed on my mouth and inhaled her bewitching aroma and tasted her ambrosia. As I licked deeper and deeper into her cleft I could taste remnants of our earlier coitus mixed with her dew. I had long decided that if the woman could taste my sperm so could I. I licked up and down Jan from her clitoris to her opening relishing every bit of her. Jan was working wonders on my penis and made it difficult to concentrate but I wanted to give as good as I got. I began concentrating on her clit and she began grinding down on my face until, all of a sudden, Jan experienced her second orgasm of the night. As her climax ebbed she relaxed her pressure on my face and I moved my tongue to lap up the dew she created.

Her ministrations on my cock were wearing me down as I could feel my own climax begin to build slowly. I began to get a little lustier and pulled Jan down a bit so I could lick her anus. She groaned a little but didn’t pull away so I kept rimming and probing her ass with my tongue. Apparently, she liked it because she began grinding her ass down on my tongue. My own orgasm was now at a critical level so I pulled my mouth away from Jan’s ass for a moment to alert her to the fact that I was about to cum, once again. Jan redoubled her effort on my cock and I returned my attention to her rosebud.

As my orgasm hit me I let out a deep groan as jism exploded from the end of my cock. Jan took me deep into her mouth as she sucked down my offering with gusto. When Jan was convinced she had sucked me dry she turned around and laid in my arms. We kissed for a while and then Jan reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. She then laid back down and turned her back to me and snuggled up against me. I pulled her close and held her tight.

“You have a very talented mouth.” I said. “That was the best blowjob I have ever had!”

“Thank you. You have a pretty talented mouth yourself. I’ve never had anybody lick my anus before.” Jane retorted. “I kind of liked it. Where did you learn that little trick?”

“I had a girlfriend in college who did it to me. I had never thought of the anus as something sexual until that moment. I loved the feeling of it when she did it to me and I thought I would do it to you to see if you liked it.”

“Well, I might have to try it out on you, tomorrow!”

“I can’t wait! Is there anything else you want to do tomorrow?”

“I can think of a lot of things I would like to do tomorrow! Thank you for a wonderful afternoon and evening, by the way.”

“It was my pleasure.” My mind began racing with all of the possibilities that lay in store as I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning, it took me a while to get my bearings and remember where I was. Jan was still asleep and I really needed to relieve myself. I got out of bed as quietly as I could, went to the bathroom, emptied my bladder guzzled a couple of glasses of water, and then crept back into bed. I snuggled back up to Jan and waited for her to wake up. I may have dozed off again but awoke again when she stirred. She stretched languidly and turned to face me.

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It is 2am. The key turns in the lock, barely making a sound and the door moves inward. The hallway is dark with the only light that being cast from the open door. I move into the hallway and listen; nothing in the house seems to be stirring at my entrance which pleases me, as I maintain the element of surprise.

I move quietly further into the hallway, pausing only to remove my shoes and check the living room for signs of life. Good, nothing there. I move to the base of the stairs, listening intently. Satisfied, I begin to climb, slowly, carefully, avoiding making any unnecessary noise.

I reach the top of the stairs and turn towards the bedroom at the front of the house where I know you will be and begin to make my way along the landing. The bedroom door is wide open and I can see that there are no lights on which indicates that you have already gone to sleep.

When I reach the bedroom door, I carefully enter and look around the doors edge. I see your shape in the bed, and take pleasure in noticing that although asleep, you are lying on your front and the duvet is partway down your body, exposing your back to me.

I move closer to the bed and as I do, the light being cast from the gap in the curtains glints briefly on what I have in my hand. I sit on the bed, leaning towards where you are lying, prone, still, but breathing softly.

I briefly touch the skin of your back with my fingertips, running them down the middle of your spine and only stopping when I reach the top of the duvet, then moving them back up again to the nape of your neck. I ease into a position where I am kneeling next to you and bring the knife up in front of me – it’s a fairly standard kitchen knife but the blade is extremely sharp and about 8″ long.

I bring the blade down and lay it flat on the skin on your back – its not cold, but you stir slightly as it touches you although not enough to wake. I lift the blade again and using extreme care, touch the back of your neck with the tip, holding it there as if it were just a feather… then slowly, slowly, move the tip down the middle of your back, just as I did with my fingertips.

This time however, when I reach the top of the duvet, I don’t stop, but use the blade of the knife to move the duvet further down, exposing more and more of you until you are exposed to me from the tops of your legs upwards. Only when I have done this do I retrace the length of your back with the tip of the knife, again being very careful not to use any undue pressure.

While I do this, my other hand is moving down your bare skin until it reaches the softer skin of your bottom. I cup one cheek in my hand, slowly squeezing it between my fingers. şişli escort The action of doing this pulls the cheeks of your bum slightly apart, allowing me to see you more intimately.

I move the knife back down your body and trace the tip down the cleft in your bum and then laying the blade across the small ring of your arse. A small moan escapes your lips. I pause, not wanting you to awaken just yet.

You quieten again and I then slip the blade of the knife between the tops of your thighs, exerting just the right amount of pressure for your legs to part. The parting is enough for me to turn the blade and lay it flat over your pussy, applying some pressure to the soft flesh beneath.

I move the blade aside and replace it with my finger, tracing it upwards, separating the soft lips and feelings the beginning of moistness inside. I run my finger up and down your opening feeling the wetness accumulate on the tip, before tracing the outline of your arsehole, using the wetness on my finger upon it. I squeeze the soft skin of your bum again, before moving back up your body and applying the blade of the knife to your neck, applying just a small amount of pressure.

I lean in close to your ear and whisper your name; you stir, slightly but do not wake. I whisper again, louder this time and your eyes begin to open. You try to move but feel the knife against your throat. Your eyes widen as you realise what is holding you there. You begin to speak but I motion you to be quiet.

Slowly, using the knife against your neck, I apply more pressure making you turn first your head and then your body until you are lying on your back. Your head is tilted back and the blade of the knife is against your exposed neck. I straddle your body so that I am holding the knife against your neck and your breasts are exposed to me. My legs hold your arms by your side so you cannot struggle.

With my free hand I grab your hair and keep your head back against the pillow, while my other hand takes the knife and runs the tip down between the swell of your breasts, tracing the shape around each one, allowing the sharp blade to make contact with your skin – only slightly more pressure and the blade will mark, more than that and it will cut the soft skin of your breasts.

A moan escapes your lips, which encourages me to explore this intimate area more… I take the tip of the knife and run it over your breast and circle your nipple, with the tip tracing a circle around it. I then take the tip and run it over the top of your nipple, teasing it into hardness and applying enough pressure to make you gasp – I know this is a particularly sensitive area to you as ümraniye bayan escort far as the appliance of pain is concerned and it thrills me to hear you respond to the sharpness of the blade as it presses into the increasing hardness of your nipple.

I lean forward and take your other nipple between my teeth, sucking it and biting it to the same hardness as the other, but I know you prefer the knife blade… I know that with enough attention in this area you could cum, but I want to save that pleasure for later. I draw the knife away and run the tip down your stomach. Your legs are closed and I can only see the top of your pussy, but I am able to slip one finger into that gap and can feel how wet you have become.

The knife is laid flat against your stomach, holding you in one place as I move down, which releases your arms. It pleases me to see you begin to caress your erect nipples now that your hands are free… all threat of a struggle is gone and you have succumbed to the thrill within you.

I part your thighs with my hand so that you are open to me, and I can see you spread apart before me, glistening with your own juices. I cannot resist running 2 fingers up your wetness, first for me to taste, and then to do again for you to taste. You suck your own juices hungrily from my fingers, while you squeeze your nipples.

One of your hands threatens to move down between your own legs to increase your pleasure there, but I won’t allow that. I remove your hand using the knife to assert my authority over you and then let the blade slip between your thighs, the sharp edge slipping between the crease of your pussy lips- some of your wetness coats the blade, which I offer to you to lick off, which you do with little regard to what damage the blade could do.

I run the blade back down your body and allow myself to slip further down your body so that I can run my tongue along the length of your cunt, pausing only to suck your clit into my mouth. The blade of the knife is between your thighs applying pressure to the small area of skin between your thigh and pussy. I lick your pussy and every so often allow the knife to run up between your lips, the thrill of the sharp blade so close to you making you shudder with pleasure.

I hurriedly remove my clothes, then straddle you again. Further up this time though, so that it only takes a small movement to grab you firmly by the hair and pull your head up. You seem to resist initially, so I place the knife at your throat again, pulling you up towards it. Your struggling diminishes and you are forced to accept my hardness into your mouth.

Despite your position of having a knife held against escort bayan nişantaşı your neck and your hair being pulled hard from the root, you accept it and begin to suck on it, running your tongue around the end. I let go of your hair and rely on the knifes pressure to ensure you remain compliant and reach with my free hand and stroke your pussy again. It is absolutely soaking to my touch now and I know that I need to be inside you.

I pull back from your eager mouth and keeping the knife held at your neck, I slide down your body and feel myself slip inside you, the warmth of your pussy enveloping my cock. I begin to move in and out of you, keeping the knife held at your throat, you unable to move for fear of being cut. The sounds escaping your lips indicate to me though that struggle is the last thing on your mind.

I need to feel you pushing back onto me so I withdraw and throw you forcibly onto your front, before pulling you back onto your knees. I pull your head back with your hair, gripping hard so that head is bent back so far that your neck is fully exposed. I slide into your pussy from behind and hold the knife at your neck. The pressure I apply there is enough to make you push back against me, at the same time as I move forward to meet you.

You seem to care less about the knife and more about moving backwards to meet my oncoming thrusts, even knowing that one wrong move could cause you injury. I let go of your hair and reach for one of your breasts and squeeze your nipple hard between my fingers which causes you to gasp again, but you don’t flinch – you know that could be fatal.

Whilst still moving in and out of you, maintaining the blades presence on your neck, I move my free hand to your bum, running my hand between your cheeks, moving my thumb around your arsehole. Its still wet from you, and my finger slips into you whilst I am also inside your pussy. I can feel my cock inside you with my finger and I can hear you moan more loudly at the feeling of being fucked in both your pussy and arse, even with the knife at your throat…

I can feel your excitement building within you and I thrust harder, determined to meet your climax with my own. You push back harder against me as I thrust into you, deeper inside you than I could imagine with both my cock and finger. The thrusts begin to increase with pace and intensity and I can feel one of your hands up between your legs, your fingers stroking your clit and my balls.

This cannot go on for much longer and sure enough we both soon succumb to the climax that is building. You finally surrender to your own orgasm and I feel you contract hard around me as I also reach my own climax and begin to cum deep inside you… the knife never leaving the skin of your neck pressing harder and harder but neither of us caring while we climax.

Only when we have both relaxed does the knife fall away and become just an ordinary, although lethal, kitchen implement again.

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John was so excited the day had finally come. It seemed like it has been forever since the last measuring day. Laura was at the gym all day today working, and hopefully getting a good pump John thought to himself.

He gets to measure Laura every 3 months to see her progress. She doesn’t like to measure too often and likes that they have a special day set aside for the occasion. They have been together for 6 months so he has only experienced measuring day one time. It was a bit of a let down because her biceps had only grown an eighth of an inch so that they measured a little over 24 inches.

It was still amazing to measure his muscle goddess girlfriend and she still had grown from the first day they met. Her chest and thighs grew half an inch and her arms did grow a little. John still couldn’t believe his luck in finding her, and then for her to fall in love with him was even more amazing.

It was 6 months ago today that they met each other on a flight from Chicago to Washington D.C. The whole experience was a whirlwind for him as they got to know each other on the flight and shared some of their deepest secrets.

To his astonishment she was just as attracted to him as he was to her. They shared a magnificent evening in his hotel room having sex and exploring each other bodies. It was more like John was exploring her body and that’s the way she liked it.

Laura wanted nothing more than to have a guy worship her body and she wasn’t interested in a relationship with a guy with muscles like hers. She felt like she had enough muscles for the two of them and she liked having all the attention on her. She loved that John put her on a pedestal and never got enough of his adoration.

The rest of the weekend in D.C. was filled with sightseeing and more sex in John’s hotel room. He basically couldn’t keep his hands off her and she never missed an opportunity to flex for him. They were perfect for each other.

Unfortunately the honeymoon had to end and John had to head back to Chicago while Laura finished up with her training in D.C.

They stayed in contact flirting over the phone until Laura flew back to the Chicago area. The minute she landed they arranged to meet and picked up where they left off.

She lived an hour away from John but they managed to see each other as much as they could. Eventually, after two months of a long distance relationship, he decided to move in with her and they couldn’t be happier together.

It wasn’t long after that where he got to help take part in the measuring ritual. He got an erection just thinking about wrapping the tape around her massive muscles and seeing how big she is. She should be home any minute and John couldn’t stop looking at the clock.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore he heard her come in through the back door. John came running through the kitchen to greet her as he threw his arms around her enormous frame.

They embraced each other and she picked him up so he was level with her as they gave each other a passionate kiss. John was tall but she was three inches taller standing an impressive six foot three inches.

“I hope you have the measuring tape handy, because I got a huge pump at the gym today.” Laura boasted.

She dropped him and raised her arms up giving John an early show as she flexed her biceps hard. They looked massive and defined as the peaks bulged out of her arms.

“They look incredible babe. I can’t remember them looking any bigger.” John said as he reached up and grabbed onto one of her arms with both hands and hung from her peak like it was a bar in the playground. She was so strong, she seemed to manage his weight easily as she held her arm unmoving.

Laura told him when they first met that she kept herself lean all year long and she was true to her word. For the whole 6 months that John had known her she never seemed to carry any fat and always looked ripped.

“I have an idea after you measure me that hopefully will be fun.” She said giving him a mischievous smile.

“Really!?! Let’s get started, I can’t wait any longer.” John said excitedly as he tried to pull her into their bedroom.

“Okay, Okay. Let’s go.” She followed John into the bedroom also eager for the attention.

As soon as they crossed into the bedroom they both started tearing off their clothes. John already had a hard erection just thinking about the day’s events.

When Laura had her clothes off she gave John a couple poses to get warmed up. He just stood there marveling at the size of her body. He still couldn’t believe how unbelievable she looked and how lucky he was to be with her.

She stood there with her arms hanging away from her body because of the size of her lats pushing them out, showing an amazing V taper.

Everything about her was huge, and John was pretty sure there wasn’t anyone equal to her size man or woman. He loved looking up the biggest male bodybuilders and comparing her stats to them.

Although not all her stats were the biggest when escort şişli compared to the greatest male bodybuilders, she was as big if not bigger in most measurements. Mainly her biceps and thighs seemed to be the biggest of any bodybuilder ever to get on stage.

Amazingly, she still didn’t look as bulky because she was so tall and her waist by comparison was small at 30 inches. He loved to see her next to the other big bodybuilders at her gym, no one was close to her size and she made them all look small.

The one other big difference between Laura and other male bodybuilders her size, was the weight difference. When they last weighed Laura she was a staggering 350 pounds. There weren’t a lot of men her height to compare with, but she seemed to be 50 to 70 pounds more than any of them.

To John it seemed like her muscles were more dense and hard than your average bodybuilder. He often wondered if that was the reason, maybe her muscles were just heavier because they were stronger. She lifted weights in the gym that seemed inhuman. There was no one in her gym that could lift near as much weight as her and she showed no signs of maxing out.

As she stood there naked in front of John, every muscle in her body was bulging out with incredible detail and size. She really was the most spectacular sight he had ever seen.

“Why do you have the camera set up babe?” Laura asked noticing the tripod with the video camera.

“I thought I would record you being measured.” He responded.

“You dirty boy, I love the idea.”

With permission granted John hurried over to the camera to set everything up. It was a beautiful day outside so there was plenty of natural light streaming in through the windows. He framed the camera and hit record. He flipped the screen over so they could see themselves and what was being recorded.

“Let’s get started, what do you want to measure first?” Laura asked. She flexed her biceps and then brought her arms down and clamped them together so her massive shoulders and traps bulged out. She started bouncing her pecs for the camera giving an incredible show.

You could see the ripples running up and down her chest in waves as she slowly tensed each pec. Sometimes she would do one at a time and then she would do them together.

Her small yet firm boobs hung from her pecs nicely, not too big not too small. She had nice big pointy nipples which rounded out the look making her chest still feminine.

“Oh my god you are so beautiful. How about we start with your chest and work our way down.” John recommended.

“Sounds good.” Laura responded and went into her bodybuilding relaxed pose with her arms hanging down and her lats flared out.

John got the measuring tape and carefully adjusted it around her massive chest and back. He moved it around pulling it taut to find the best position and then lined up with zero.

Laura hardened her muscles puffing out her chest and flexing her lats causing the tape to expand maxing out her measurements.

John looked at the tape with amazement as he saw the zero mark go past the 59 almost to the 60 inch mark. He tightened the tape and read off the number.

“59 and three quarter. Wow, I think that is an inch bigger than 3 months ago.” John announced.

“Not bad.” Laura said simply.

“Oh my god babe that is incredible.” John said. Then he moved his hands along her lats marveling at their size. Laura looked down at his face and smiled as she saw the sheer wonder in his eyes.

Her lats were so hard and wide, he traced his hands up and down feeling the wide angle down to her narrow waist which was layered with muscles.

John spent a couple more minutes feeling her lats and chest before he was ready to move down to measuring her waist. Even though her waist was thickly muscled it still had a nice curve and wasn’t just boxy muscle.

He wrapped the tape around the narrowest part of her waist as she flexed her abs causing them to harden and creating deep channels between each muscle.

“Still 30 inches, maybe just a hair over.” John said.

She wiggled her hips seductively causing the obliques to harden even more framing her amazing 8 pack abs and highlighting the v shape down to her vagina.

“Still amazing.” John added.

She giggled as he started kissing her abs unable to contain himself. He could just feel the thickness and density as he ran his hands all over her midsection. Her muscles were so hard it seemed like he could hit her with a baseball bat and she wouldn’t feel it.

In a playful way John lightly punched her in the abs just to test out his theory. It felt like he was hitting a smooth brick wall. He looked up and she was just smiling down at him.

“I hardly felt that, give me a good punch.” She requested as he saw her tense up even more causing her abs to look even more prominent.

“Okay.” John said as he pulled back and hit her with more force. Just like before it felt like he was hitting a brick wall and she didn’t move escort bayan taksim at all. He still hadn’t hit her with full force but it was still a pretty hard blow that would hurt most normal people.

“Wow.” John said amazed. He looked up and saw she was still smiling down at him as if nothing happened. His already raging erection was throbbing even more now at the thought of her strength and power.

“I still didn’t really feel anything, you can pound on me more later, right now I want to see how big my quads got.” She said as she stuck out her huge leg and started flexing it.

John gave one final kiss and rub to her amazing abs and moved his attention to her thighs. He was going to remember to test how hard he could punch her later, she seemed open to the idea. Exactly how tough was she was an interesting and highly erotic thought for John.

Laura’s legs were just amazing as every muscle stood out prominently with deep grooves between each muscle. When she stood with her legs flexed they flared out wide from the knee before tapering back in by her hips.

John knew from his almost obsessive research that her thigh measurements from 3 months ago were bigger than any bodybuilder he could find on the internet. He couldn’t wait to see how big they were now.

Laura turned her massive leg from side to side giving a good show for him and the camera as she flexed hard. John ran his hands along her leg feeling their hardness and definition. Her legs were so massive it made his hands look small as he wrapped them around her leg.

He loved how the muscles shredded when she flexed hard and would rub his hand along the ridges feeling the hardness. He also loved wrapping his body around them and feeling their sheer size as he hugged. The power seemed to emanate when she would flex and relax as he hugged.

Not wanting to delay it anymore John got his measuring tape out and wrapped it around her leg. They were both excited as he lined it up and tightened the tape as she flexed hard. John looked at the measurement and his eyes went wide as he read it off.

“37 inches!!” He declared.

“Really! Wow I knew I got some good growth.” She said proudly.

“They are amazing. Babe, seriously, I don’t think there is anyone who has legs this big.”

“You won’t believe how strong they are either, guess how much I squatted today?”

John has seen her squat almost 800lb. in the gym before. It was an incredible sight to watch as she did 10 full reps with 8 plates on each side. She usually never went over that amount of weight just because she was afraid to hurt herself.

When he saw her do that weight, it was with perfect form. She almost made it look easy, he always wondered how much she could do if she maxed it.

By the way she said it, she had obviously done more than she usually squats, so John did the rough math for 2 more plates.

“890 pounds?” He asked.

“You’re wrong, you are never gonna believe it.”

“Seriously, come on now you have to tell me.” He said raising his eyebrows.

She gave a big smile and waited a couple more seconds to build up the anticipation.

“1045 pounds!” She said proudly.

“What!!” John blurted, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How did it feel, was it a full squat?” He asked.

“Yeah, completely unassisted. I went all the way down and up.”

John was stunned, he looked down at her massive legs in shock. He knew she was strong, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined she was that strong.

“How hard was it, how much did you struggle?”

“Actually, it felt pretty good. It felt incredibly heavy, but I went down and up without much of a struggle. You are going to think I am crazy, but I think I can do a lot more.”

“Oh my god that’s amazing! You have to let me know the next time you try something like that, I would love to be there.”

“Sure thing baby, it was kinda spur of the moment. I was hitting the weights hard because it’s measuring day and the guys were pushing me to keep going. We just kept adding plates and the guys were cheering me on.”

“That is amazing, way to go babe. Are you ready for me to measure your calves?”

“You know it.” She said as she turned around and raised up on her tip toes causing her calves to bulge out like a melon.

One calf was so big it filled both of John’s hands as he cupped it lovingly. He wrapped the measuring tape around, and again was met with another positive gain.

“22 and a half, I think they grew a half inch. Way to go.” John said with a low whistle.

“Nice, okay time for the arms. Why don’t you measure my forearms first.” She instructed.

“Okay.” John said enthusiastically.

Arms were John’s favorite part, he was always a bicep lover and he couldn’t wait to see if they grew as much as the rest of her.

She put her arm straight out in front of him and tensed up her forearm causing the veins to explode out of her arm. The outside of her forearm had cords of muscles kartal escort bayan running up and down and the inside was just one big hunk of muscle.

He wrapped the tape around as they both looked on.

“Looks like you just made it to 20 inches.” John read outloud. “Wow, just incredible, your forearms are bigger than most people’s biceps.”

She just nodded and smiled.

“Okay, are you ready for this.” She said as she raised her arm up and struck a bicep pose.

Reflexively John reached up and wrapped his hands around the massive bicep peak. It was so big and hard he never got enough of feeling her arms. He loved how the peak looked like a tall mountain with a deep split halfway up. It made her already big bicep look like there was another bicep coming out the top.

As always it was shredded showing every muscle fiber with a large vein running along the top. Her massive tricep hung down looking almost like there was another bicep coming out of the bottom of her arm.

John quickly got his tape measure ready and wrapped her arm so he could line it up in the front.

“Oh my god babe!” He paused looking at the measurement staring in disbelief.

“Well…how big?” Laura asked.

“24 and one half. It’s actually a little over the half point, so a solid half inch growth!” He said excitedly.

“Woohoo!” She responded also very excited.

He zoomed the camera and made sure he got a good shot of her bicep with the measuring tape held taught. He had plans to convince Laura to post some of the video online and wanted to make sure he got some good video of measuring her arm.

At this point John was about ready to explode as he started to grind his penis on her leg unable to control his sexual desire anymore.

She hugged him lovingly as his hands started to explore her body all over.

“Don’t you want to know my fun surprise?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot, what is it?” He asked.

“I’ll be right back.” She said and walked out of the room for a minute and returned with a bag.

She pulled out a couple shirts, and then held one up to her body to size it up. It was a button down cotton shirt that looked way too small.

“I have a 4XL and a 5XL and was wondering if one of these shirts can contain me. Want to help me get it on and see.”

“You are so awesome!! Yes, let’s try to get it on!” John said excitedly.

The shirts looked huge and would probably be a tent if John tried it on. As Laura put her arm through one of the sleeves it was clearly a tight fit.

John had to basically pull the shirt on for her and every little movement she made would give an audible stretch sound. Slowly and carefully he was able to finally get both arms through and over her shoulders.

The shirt looked like a second skin around her arms and shoulders. He had to pull tight, but John was just able to button the shirt all the way up. When he was done the buttons were stretched to the max.

He stepped back to admire the fit. She filled every inch of the shirt looking massive.

“Let’s see if it can contain me.” Laura said as she raised one arm holding it straight out.

She tensed and slowly brought her arm into a bicep flex. There was a tearing sound as a hole opened up below her bicep. As she brought her arm to a 90 degree angle there was more ripping and tearing as the hole got bigger revealing her bicep. There were a couple additional tears that opened at her elbow and under her armpit as she reached a full flex.

“You shredded it!” John marveled.

She straightened and flexed the same arm a couple more times causing the tear by her bicep to widen even more until her whole bicep was sticking through the sleeve.

She lowered that arm and brought her other arm up straight and held it there for a second. In one quick motion she brought her arm to a 90 degree blasting her bicep hard causing the shirt to split apart in several places almost exploding from the sudden growth. Her bicep and most of her arm completely exposed as the material was shredded to pieces.

“Wow, so awesome.” John cheered.

Laura seemed almost surprised herself with how much the shirt ripped away under the stress of her quickly expanding bicep.

She turned around and flared out her lats causing a huge tear down the middle. Not finished she turned back around to face John bringing her arms up for a double bicep pose and flexed her chest and back causing her entire chest to rise pulling on the buttons.

The shirt gave way instantly under the stress popping 3 of the buttons off sending them flying. The shirt opened up revealing her powerful chest and her arms were almost completely free now since even more of the shirt ripped open from her expanding muscles.

She brought her arms down into the most muscular pose and tearing sounds filled the room as the back opened up even more as well as the seams in the shoulders.

It was an amazing sight as her massive traps and shoulders exploded out of the shirt and her chest looked huge and shredded.

She kept flexing with that pose ripping the shirt more and more until the ripping stopped and she was satisfied that she had shredded it as much as she could.

She stood there relaxed with hardly any of the shirt left intact.

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On the sixth day of Camilla’s ongoing nightmare in the Montreal aquarium, her naked body was hovering over the fouled water tank in what seemed a state of unconsciousness. The news cameras and lechers, always getting video of her endless gang-bangs from spirits, were wondering why she had been a particularly long time not waking up this time.

“She isn’t dead, is she?” one man on the upper ledge asked while recording her on his cell-phone camera.

“Nah, she couldn’t be dead,” another man beside him answered while switching to a new cell-phone, since his previous phone had just run out of memory. “She’s still spouting come out of her pussy…see?”

Indeed, a big wad of come had just spewed out at that time.

“The naked woman hovering over the water has been positively identified as Dr. Camilla Mennon-Fox, a 37-year-old professor of English literature at McGill University, and widow of Dr. Cameron Fox, a former English professor there,” said a female on-the-spot reporter for CBC’s The National. “Why this is happening to her we still don’t know: what power is holding her up? Is she being gang-raped by ghosts, as certain conspiracy theorists claim, of no-longer-living members of the Green Party? Why is no one doing anything about it? Why can’t anyone do anything? Is she going to die? Will she ever be released? These are all unanswered questions.”

“How a 37-year-old woman has the body of a 25-year-old is what I’d like to know,” said a forty-something woman watching from the viewing area below.

How Camilla’s pitifully small number of friends plan to stop us is what I’d like to know, thought a man in a black suit, standing next to the woman. (His mask was in his car.) They’re hopelessly outnumbered.

When she’s going to wake up is what we’d like to know, thought the spirits of Don, Agape, and Candice. All three of them, as well as Dr. Singh and his helpers in Vancouver (the ones he’d used Nigrovum on to cure them of their AIDS), were still using their psychic powers to keep the glass of the water tank from breaking, and to disintegrate as much of Camilla’s come, piss, and shit in the water as they could. The masked men were keeping those disintegrations to a minimum, of course.

The spirits of Clara, Mercedes, a lesbian waitress at Club Ritz, and a young man Camilla had seduced were enjoying her body at the time. Mercedes’ invisible pussy was in Camilla’s face, and Camilla’s tongue and lips were hard at work, moving automatically in spite of her mind’s being elsewhere. The boy’s invisible cock was between her tits, and his invisible hands were squeezing them aggressively against his cock. Clara’s invisible tongue was all over Camilla’s pussy, flickering against her flapping labia. The waitress’s invisible tongue was digging its way inside Camilla’s gaping asshole.

*************

Of course, the state of unconsciousness that Camilla was in was really just her having another vision of a memory. Fourteen years before the aquarium incident, 23-year-old Camilla was sitting on the sofa in the living room of her house in Toronto, with 4-year-old Eros on her lap. It was a Saturday afternoon in early August. She, in her black-haired, black-eyed, pale ‘Goth’ look, was cuddling with her son and watching the news on TV.

She was wearing heavy makeup and perfume, and a tight, white dress that was unbuttoned at the top, showing off a lot of bra-less cleavage. Eros felt the temptation to look down her dress and see her breasts, and she psychically sensed his urges, even though he’d never looked.

“Nice boys don’t look down their mommies’ dresses, sweetie,” she told him.

“Sorry,” he said.

On The National, there was a story about Garth Van Duyne, who’d finished his term as Toronto mayor, and was now running for Ontario premier, for the Green Party. She stared at theTV screen with no less dazed a facial expression than those people would fourteen years later in the viewing area of the Montreal aquarium, looking up at her through the glass of the water tank.

“What do you have to say to all the conspiracy theorists out there, who claim that a secretive, unscrupulous elite is secretly making not only the Green Party here in Canada, but also the Greens in countries all over the world, so surprisingly successful in recent years?” a female reporter asked Garth.

He chuckled, then said, “Oh, them? I’m not aware that many people even listen to them. I know very little about the ideas of the conspiracy theorists, and I keep up with current events all the time. I have to, as a man in public office. If I don’t read much about the conspiracies, it’s probably because they don’t deserve to be taken seriously. To their propagators I say, ‘Your ideas are fantasies. People want to know the truth instead.'”

“And what is the truth?” she asked him.

“The escort bayan topkapı truth is that the Green Party is quickly growing here and everywhere else, because more and more people are waking up to the truth that we all must help our Mother Earth. The forests, the air, and the oceans are all being ravaged and poisoned for profit, and the people are getting sick of it. They know that we’re the answer to this problem, for only our plan for extensive government intervention will solve the problem. This is the answer: vote Green Party.”

Camilla heard a voice whisper ‘Vote Green Party’ in her ear. She repeated those three words, in a by-now-typical monotone.

*************

That night, Camilla had left Eros with Emily to go stripping in Club Ritz.

An eighteen-year-old boy with blond hair and blue eyes came into the bar and looked around. He saw naked Camilla giving an older man a table dance in a corner of the bar; the young man sat at a table several tables away from where she was, but he was close enough to see all her delicious anatomy.

She’d psychically changed herself back to her original blonde, blue-eyed, peach-skinned look before coming to work. She was bent over with her legs spread out wide; from where he was sitting, the boy could see her brown asshole and purple pussy, and his dick was already hard.

She’d finished the table dance and got paid. Then she put on a tight-fitting blue sling bikini and left the older man. As she was walking away from the table, she saw the boy wave to her to come over to him. She went up to his table, and as soon as she saw his cute, boyish face up close, she was as charmed with him as he was with her.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said in her uninhibited ‘Kitty’ persona, psychically sensing that that persona would be the right one to use on him. She sat on the sofa opposite his. “My name’s Camilla. What’s your name?”

“Danny,” he said shyly.

“Nice to meet you, Danny,” she said, shaking his hand. “You have beautiful eyes, sweetie.”

“Thank you,” he said bashfully, turning his head away.

“Oh, he’s so shy. My little baby.” She caressed his cheek in a maternal way. His dick got harder.

The song that was playing was about to end, and Camilla, anticipating the next song, got up, put her knees on Danny’s sofa right at his crotch, and pushed them against his hard-on. She then unclipped her bikini. It flew off her body and onto the floor; the naked woman removed her high heels and leaned forward so his face was now between her large breasts. That new song, however, didn’t begin to play.

“Sorry, everybody,” the DJ announced. “We’re having some technical difficulties.” Camilla quickly turned her head to the left to look over at the DJ booth, and her right breast slapped against Danny’s left cheek. “Please be patient, and wait a minute.”

A waitress came over to take Danny’s order, and she ogled Camilla’s body. “What d’you want, honey?” she asked him.

Camilla quickly turned to the right to see the waitress, and her left tit slapped against Danny’s right cheek. The waitress smiled as her eyes went up and down Camilla’s curves, and Camilla smiled in flattery back at her.

“Well?” the waitress snapped at Danny. “What’s your drink gonna be?”

“Oh, uh, a Long Island Iced Tea,” he panted, trying to say the words with Camilla’s nipple in his mouth.

“I’ll have a Jim Beam and Coke, Vera,” Camilla said, remembering Agape’s old drink. “Buy it for me, sweetie,” she told him.

“OK,” he said, then Vera left to get their drinks.

Camilla turned back to look down at Danny, and her right breast slapped against his left cheek again. She took his hands and put them on her hips, moving them up and down along her sides. ‘Kitty’s’ total lack of inhibition about her nudity amazed him as much as it excited him.

Finally, a song started to play, and the DJ apologized again. “Wow, lucky you,” Camilla said to Danny. “You had me here naked for free that whole time.”

“Yeah,” he panted, moving his hands up and down the sides of her torso.

She began her table dance with a thorough rubbing of her breasts against his face. She put her tongue in his right ear, pushing it deep inside, then letting it slither around the hole. Her saliva went in, and with it, a touch of Nigrovum. She gently nibbled on his earlobe, blew softly in his earhole, then let her tongue slide along his right cheek towards his nose. She adored the boy’s pretty face so much that she wanted to taste it. She went over to his left ear, and licked, nibbled on, and blew in it the same way she had the right. Again, her tongue came out of his left ear and slid along his left cheek to his nose, against which she then rubbed her nose.

Stupefied, he gazed at her up-close, smiling face. Her escort bayan kadıköy blue eyes had an absolute hold over his. Though she had no makeup on, her natural beauty made cosmetics unnecessary.

She took his hands off her hips and put them between his knees, with the fingers curled up. She pushed her breasts against his chest and slowly slid down between his legs, deliberately allowing his fingers to touch her vulva and pubic hair. All the time as she went down, her approving eyes stayed locked on his. When she knelt down on the floor between his legs, she’d allowed his hands to touch her breasts. She moved her chest around a bit so his hands could get a better feel.

Now on the floor, she spread her legs out wide and pushed her ass out; her asshole and pussy were in clear view to anyone looking from behind. Indeed, a man sitting on the sofa behind Camilla turned around and got a good look at both of her holes, as did Vera, who was coming back with Camilla’s and Danny’s drinks. Camilla, always lewdly looking up in Danny’s eyes, was gently nibbling on the bulge in his pants.

Vera put their drinks on the table between the sofas, then bent down and whispered in Camilla’s right ear, “You’re so hot, even your asshole’s pretty.”

“Thank you, Vera,” Camilla said with a smile. Danny paid Vera, and she left.

Camila got up and sat on the couch opposite Danny’s, and spread her legs so he could see her pussy. With her fingers, she opened her labia out wide. She looked in his eyes with a calm smile, the same Mona Lisa look that had mesmerized Father Josiah five years before. The shy boy couldn’t understand how she could be so confident, always naked before all those strangers.

She stood up and turned around so he could see her buttocks. She swayed them around, her anal cleft just a few centimetres from his face; then she bent over and spread her legs out wide. He stared in awe at her asshole and pussy, still only an inch or two from his face, and displayed perfectly, with absolutely no embarrassment on her face. Indeed, she looked back at him upside down from between her legs, just calmly smiling and curious about his reaction.

She giggled in flattery at his agape eyes and mouth, then she put her arm between her legs and reached over to him, her fingers tickling him under the chin. “Wow,” she said. “You sure like what you see.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled timidly.

“Wanna come closer?” she asked.

“How much c-closer?”

“I’ll say when; but beware–I’m a little stinky.”

He came closer and smelled the faecal odour of her asshole, as well as the pee smell from her pussy. Normally, he wouldn’t like the former smell; but because he already adored her divine beauty, he was more than accepting of the smell–after all, it was her smell.

He noticed a small, brown bump on her asshole; it was at two o’clock from the orifice. He didn’t know if it was a beauty mark or a spot of shit; he didn’t care, for he was happy to know every wrinkly detail about her pretty anus, the anus she wasn’t at all shy about showing.

With his nose now just a few millimetres away from her asshole, and his mouth just as close to her pussy, he felt her fingers tickle him under the chin again. She just giggled at the dopey look on his face. He couldn’t believe how permissive she was being with him. Did she like him?

She felt his breathing on her holes, and appreciated his acceptance of her natural smells. “You are so sweet,” she said, still bent over. “Just so you know, I’m all stinky and without makeup because the man I just table danced before you likes me that way. He has a coprophilia fetish, if you can believe it. He likes me to smell natural, all natural. To him, stinky is the new fragrant.”

“I’m open to that, if it’s your stinky,” Danny said, still sniffing her butt.

“Thank you,” she said, still bent over. “I’ve known quite a few guys who are into my stink: it’s weird, but I appreciate their devotion to my divinity. My dirty sides should be appreciated.” She then began to move her ass down, and her anus brushed against his nose. “Oops!” His cock got even harder. She pushed her buttocks against his chest as she slowly went down, and she took his hands and put them on his lap, with the fingers of each hand pointing in, touching those of the other. She sat on his lap, then, holding him by the wrists, slowly pulled his hands out to each side, causing his fingers to touch her anus and his hands to slide along her buttocks. With his hands out of the way, now she did some grinding on his pointy hard-on. “Mmm. That’s a long, thick penis you have, sweetie.”

“Uh, this is…just a…table dance, right?” he groaned.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, still rubbing her ass on his dick. “If you want more intense fun, we have to go into a private room, escort bayan fındıkzade and it costs more. It’s up to you.”

The song ended, and she, still on his pointy lap, reached over to get her drink. He got his, and they took a few sips.

“Can I have another table dance?” he asked after putting his drink back on the table.

‘Sure,” she said, putting her drink back.

He had several more table dances, with her stimulating him in the same wild ways. Finally, by the end of the fifth table dance, she’d finished her drink.

“Can I have another table dance?” he asked.

“Oh, baby, I gotta pee,” she said urgently.

“Please?” he begged, getting turned on from watching her squirm in desperation. “The last one?”

“OK,” she said, “but you have to buy me another drink.”

“Deal,” he said, thrilled to have her indulge his urolagnia.

She started dancing for him, often squirming and groaning from needing to pee. She could have used Nigrovum to get rid of the discomfort, but she knew he was enjoying it, and she wanted to seduce him, and make him a new ‘priest’ of hers.

When Vera had come to give them their drinks, Camilla had her knees between his legs, pushed up against his hard cock, and her tits were in his face again. Vera put the drinks on the table, then patted and caressed Camilla’s buttocks. Camilla turned her head quickly to the right to see Vera, and Camilla’s left tit brushed against Danny’s right cheek. The girls smiled at each other as Vera walked away.

Towards the end of the song, Camilla was bent over again, showing him her asshole and pussy. Sensing his urolagnia, she allowed a small squirt of piss to drip out on his hand. The Nigrovum in her piss went inside him through his pores.

“Oops!” she said, though slightly relieved.

“That’s OK,” he said. “I kinda have a fetish for that.”

The song ended, and Camilla said, “Quick, pay me. I gotta go pee.” Danny gave her the money as fast as he could. “Wanna watch me pee?”

“Oh, yeah,” he panted.

“OK, come on,” she said, grabbing him by the arm with one hand. “Get my purse.” He did, then she led him to one of the private rooms. As they were rushing there, he noticed little drops of her piss dribbling onto the floor. He was getting turned on all the more.

They went in, and Danny looked in amazement to see not only couches, but also a built-in shower and toilet. She didn’t go sit on the toilet, though: she went to the shower instead.

“Hurry up,” she said, squatting over the drain. “You’re gonna miss it; I’m not holding it in any longer.” He rushed over to her and squatted, facing her. “Ahh!” He looked down and watched in fascination as her piss poured out in a golden line from her urethra down into the drain. He tried to sniff in as much of the odour as he could. Finishing, she squirted out a few last bits, then got up.

He was still squatting, so he had her pubic hair and urine smell an inch or two from his face now. He sniffed away, and she stayed there so he could enjoy it.

“Now I’m really stinky, as you can tell,” she said, still without the slightest embarrassment. He looked up at her in pagan adoration. Making him my priest is going to be easy, she thought. “I wanna get clean; wanna rub the soap all over my body?”

“I’d love to,” he said, standing up.

She turned on the shower water, and he started lathering up the soap. She raised her arms up over her head and said, “Start with my pits, please.” He soaped up her armpits, then her breasts–very thoroughly, then her abdomen and pubic hair. “OK, baby, now get down and clean my legs and feet.”

“OK,” he panted, squatting and lathering her legs. She smirked at the sight of the bulge in his pants. He was especially thorough in cleaning her feet: getting soap between each toe and carefully cleaning each nail, which she’d psychically changed back to its original transparent look. Seeing the fetishistic adoration and attention to detail he was giving in cleaning her feet so well, she just looked down at him and smiled.

Devotion to the Goddess, she thought. I like that. Then she squatted down with her legs wide open. “Clean my pussy, please,” she said.” He soaped up her vulva, thoroughly cleaning her hard clit, wet vaginal and urethral openings, and swollen labia. “Clean inside,” she sighed. “Oh!”

“How far in?” he asked.

“All the way, of course. I’m getting horny,” she said as his soapy index finger went in, brushing against her G-spot. “Ah!” He pushed his finger all the way in, gently poking at her A-spot. After thoroughly cleaning all her vaginal walls and taking his finger out, he saw come spew out of her pussy in a glorious arc. “Oh!”

“Incredible,” he panted, watching her come go down the drain.

“Sweetie, you made me come!” she sighed with an ear-to-ear grin. “Thank you!” She kissed him on the cheek. “OK,” she said, getting up and turning around so her ass was in his face. “Clean my bum now.”

He soaped up her buttocks all over, going all around her anal cleft, but not touching her anus, whose smell he oddly found himself liking.

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Bukket Ch. 04

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They had said that they would come at 10 p.m. I was going to sign the contract. At 9 p.m. I closed the café and the store for customers but kept the lights on. I sat there trying to read a magazine. A car stopped in front of my house a couple of minutes after 10. This time there were three persons. There was Rob. Then there was the man in grey suit. He was still wearing the same grey suit. And the third person was a woman. She was dressed casually.

We sat in the café. The man in grey suit took out some papers from his briefcase. He gave one to me. I read through the legal gibberish. He helped me at times. All the time he kept writing on a pad. Finally when I was through, he tore the page from the pad and pushed it in front of me.

“This is the same thing in plain English,” he said. “It was important that you read the original contract. Now you can have a look at this. This sums up the whole thing in points. I must say that I had to use your full name. But this is a legal document. It has to be this way.”

I nodded and looked at the paper. I found the following text:

This is a contract between Mrs. Evelyn Dalehood and the F&F Corp. By signing the contract Mrs. Evelyn Dalehood declares and agrees to the fact,

– that she is going to take part in an adult show arranged by the F&F Corp. and that the theme of the show is bukkake where multiple male participants will ejaculate on her face and body

– that she understands that during the show she might need to undress completely

– that she would participate in this show in a location selected by the F&F Corp.

– that she would remain in that location for minimum thirty six hours

– that she would not be allowed to leave the location during the show

– that she would be expected to follow each and every instruction given to her without objection during the show

– that there would be a preparatory phase of three weeks starting from the day she signs this contract

– that she would follow any and evey instruction given to her during these three weeks.

By signing this contract F&F Corp. declares,

– that they will accept Evelyn Dalehood as the female lead participant in their next event

– that no physical injury will be done to her

– that the events organized by F&F Corp. will not leave any mark or sign on her body and face after the completion of thirty six hours

– bayan escort merter that she will be suitably compensated for her service

I gave out a long breath. “Compensated?” I asked.

“You can leave that to us,” said the man in grey suit. “We will let you know when the time comes. Please rest assured that it will be suitable to you.”

Suitable? I didn’t even think about money. It never occurred to me that I could earn money this way. This was a new direction to things and I was too occupied with other things to think about it now. So I asked another question,

“Preparatory phase?”

Now the woman answered, “Yes. It starts from today. If you sign it today, that is. We will ask you to carry out some regular menial tasks. No hassles. The only thing is, you can’t say no. That is, again, if you sign the contract.”

“Now, Evelyn, there is one last thing I have to say. This is the last point in the contract. You might not have understood the legal terms. So I would tell you in plain English. It says that once you sign this contract, you will have no right to cancel or even alter this contract. Your participation in this event can be ruled out only in the event of your demise or severe medical condition. But again in that case the F&F Corp. remains the sole agency to have the authority to decide if you are fit to participate or not.

“You must have also noticed the conditions during the preparatory phase and during the show. You will have to follow our instructions. Not following them will not be an option for you.

“Which means, that once you sign the contract, you are fully committed. You cannot walk away from this anymore. And also by signing this contract you will give up your freewill and will become a property of the F&F Corp. This remains till the show ends.”

The shock must have been visible on my face. He gave me a reassuring smile and said, “Please do not forget the fact that by signing the same contract the F&F Corp. promises to see to it that no physical damage of any kind is done to you.”

“Please give me a few minutes,” was all I said. I got up, opened the door and stepped into the street. The cool breeze was refreshing. I tried to measure up the situation.

If I sign it, they own me. If I sign it, I cannot say no anymore. If I sign it, I will be subjected to bukkake.

I was a jumble of mixed emotions. anadolu yakası escort bayan I never expected to see a contract like this. Even I could understand that this was no regular porn show.

My God! What are they planning to do with me?

I was scared. I knew I was afraid.

At the same time I felt something stirring in me. A tingling of anticipation. The very thought that I would be completely powerless to resist sent ripples through my spine.

I walked in, sat down, took the pen and signed the contract.

Now I could not change my mind anymore. I have become a property.

The man in grey suit placed the papers back in the briefcase. He and Rob got up. He said, “We will wait in the car, while Tiffany needs to discuss some things with you.”

Both men left the house. The woman called Tiffany turned towards me and placed a bag on the table. She took out a few bottles out of it.

“Lotions, shower gels and shampoos,” she said. “You will use them regularly from now on.”

“I have my own…” I tried to protest.

“This is what you will use from now on.” There was a finality in her voice. Then she took out a paper. “Your diet chart. You will follow this from tomorrow.”

“Diet chart?” now I was really surprised. “What you want me to get skinny in three weeks?”

“Not skinny,” she said. “Look at it first. There is nothing to make you thinner. It’s the exact opposite. You are a curvy woman, Evelyn, and we want to keep it that way. This is to ensure that you remain exactly the way you are now. Most of the guys will find you mouth-watering,” she said matter-of-factly.

I blushed. “Anything else?” I asked to change the topic.

“Yes. I need your measurements.” She had already taken out a tape. “We will need to get some dresses ready for you.”

She measured me meticulously. At times it was embarrassing. I had never been measured like this before. But then she was an absolute professional and knew exactly what she was doing. Finally she shook my hand and left.

The three weeks were misery. Premonition and anticipation burned me simultaneously. I tried to watch the bukkake films twice. And still I could not watch it for more than ten minutes. It was like a red hot iron which I just could not hold on to.

How the hell was I going to survive a bukkake in real life?

And this was bayan escort besiktaş the thought that had taken away my sleep. Now I knew I was going to be a recipient in a bukkake and there was no escape from it. I will just have to go through it.

I was using the shampoo and the lotions regularly. I found them to be better than any brand I had tried earlier. After ten days my skin was glowing. Same had happened to my hair. I am a brunette and I never color my hair. I like the raven black look. When I was young, I used to have short hair. But then Alec liked long hair and I had simply let it grow and kept it long even after he left. In the last two years it had actually reached my waist. It was not easy to maintain and I had almost decided to cut it short.

But then I had gone to the video store. And everything had changed.

And now I was not allowed to do anything with it without their permission.

Finally the day came. I was informed that I would be picked up at the middle of the night; 2 a.m. to be precise. I was surprised but I didn’t say anything.

I was ready by 1. My heart had long since given up its normal beating. It was in full throttle now. I practically walked round and round in circles for the last one hour. I had dressed myself in casual as they had asked me to. I was wearing denim trousers and a sweater. At two I could not wait anymore and came out onto the street. I heard a car approaching. With trembling fingers I locked my house and to my great surprise an ambulance stopped in front of me.

A man stepped down from the front cabin and came towards me.

“Hello!” he shook my hand. “Get on to the back, if you please.”

Without saying a word I went round to the back of the ambulance. The door opened and I found a woman in a nurse’s uniform. I climbed in. The ambulance started.

“Hi!” she said, “Please lie down.”

“Why?” I couldn’t help asking.

“You are not supposed to know where you are going. I am going to put you in sleep.”

I did not make any effort to lie down. I said instead, “Why don’t you just keep the curtains drawn? I won’t be able to see anything that way.”

She smiled. “But still you would have some idea. I would give you a dose so that you would sleep for ten hours straight and wake up only after you have reached. Then you will never know if you are ten minutes away from home or ten hours.”

I could not think of a suitable reply. I conceded and lied down. I felt the needle pricking my skin. And then darkness enveloped me.

I woke up in a room which looked much like a hotel room. Only there were no windows. There was a clock on the bedside table. It said 3 p.m.

I had slept for 11 hours.

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Breaking Mistress Dana Ch. 01

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Big Tits

A quick note before we begin: This is only the first in what will eventually be a long series of stories that we’ve cowritten focused on the humiliation of Mistress Dana. Comments and suggestions are more than welcome and should be emailed through the link below. Thank you and enjoy.

Mistress Dana was in a fine mood as she stepped out of the low black limousine and into the elegant chrome and steel foyer of Mistress Sarah’s downtown palace- a sprawling boutique for the whips-and-chains set coupled with a studio and party room and god knows what else, scattered through the three stories and the underground chambers. It gave her a shiver to know the heights of pleasure and pain that had been achieved here… all orchestrated by the petite redhead whose invitation into the upper echelons of professional domination had brought her here today.

She marveled inwardly at the scope of the younger woman’s operation… since her debut as a dominatrix, the whole of the local fetish scene had embraced her and made her the center of their own leather and latex little world.

The receptionist behind the counter seemed to have been expecting her. Gesturing to a long stairwell that ascended behind her desk she said, “Mistress Sarah is expecting you… go along upstairs, Mistress Dana.”

“Thank you,” she replied, giving the woman a broad and predatory grin, simply seeking her reaction. However the woman simply sighed… as Dana moved closer she saw that the woman was naked from the waist down behind her desk and a simple remote control vibrator in her pussy had just turned on. The familiar buzz of toy against flesh filled the air and the receptionist let out a low moan- being rewarded for her work by Mistress Sarah herself, or maybe one of her subsidiary dommes.

Mistress Sarah took the idea of full commitment from her employees a step further, Mistress Dana thought, her respect for the woman redoubling.

As she walked up the stairs leaving the woman to her pleasure she suddenly heard a muttered curse… looking back to see the receptionist clenching her fists in frustration, she grinned. Full commitment from all, but the rewards came few and far between, she thought.

The helpless receptionist, denied orgasm again, sagged against her desk for a moment. Mistress Dana turned to walk up the stairs, wondering what kind of woman could be so consistently and conscientiously cruel.

She found Mistress Sarah sitting in a black leather recliner, wearing a black corset and latex shorts, having her feet rubbed by a slender man in a full face hood and business suit. One of her slaves, she surmised, and judging from the tented front of his pants one who found his duties utterly engrossing. The keen-eyed redhead was looking through an account book, toting up her earnings for the month, with a studious expression that turned into a broad smile as Dana entered.

“Mistress Dana! How nice to finally meet you in person!” Carelessly pushing the sub aside with one foot she rose and extended her hand fatih escortları for Dana to kiss. Dana shook it instead.

“Of course it is,” she said, smiling. She watched the younger woman’s dark brown eyes fill with something hot and surging, saw her lip struggling to curl, and waited with a mocking grin for some external sign of the obvious anger. So passionate, she thought, looking the younger woman up and down… such a shame that she was a mistress and thus beyond the grasp of Dana’s control. She found herself imagining pinning the younger woman down and straddling her mouth… or making her walk a mile in those high heeled boots with weighted clamps hanging from the delicate rose of her pussy… Dana shook her head to clear it. This little bitch, she thought with an inward smile, she had her lost in fantasy already. Someday, she promised herself… someday.

But instead Mistress Sarah summoned a broad and friendly smile and said, “So are you ready to plan your social debut?”

Settling back into another of the chairs, mentally chalking up one point for herself, Mistress Dana rested her booted feet on the kneeling slave’s shoulders and said “Absolutely… it’s so nice to have a friend in my new town. And your agreement to help with my introduction to the local, ah… scene… well, when I saw you’d invited over 100 people to see my first public performance as a domme… I’m very thankful to you.”

The broad smile on Mistress Sarah’s face acquired a certain brittleness at Dana’s subtly antagonistic tone. Then, controlling herself, she said “Well of course. Always eager to help a fellow Mistress to establish herself.”

Dana leaned forward eagerly. “Is it true that you’ve invited several of my old customers and competitors to come and see?”

“Yes, of course. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Mmm, good… I hope that they’ll see me in action and realize who’s really in charge…” Making eye contact with the younger woman, “It’s so good to have other Mistresses know who’s top dog.”

That same dark fury, again subsiding slowly. That same brittle smile. “Yes, I’ve heard you were particularly vicious… some of them will no doubt be harboring resentment. I’m sure that after tonight they’ll have no questions about what kind of dog you are.”

There was a power-line moment between them as they both realized another minute’s polite conversation would have them at each other’s throats or between each other’s legs and then Mistress Sarah said “I’ve prepared a catalog of everything I have available for the slut you’ll be using at tonight’s party… shall we go through it together and decide what you want to do with the centerpiece of tonight’s event?”

“Mmmm, tell me all about her… is she a degraded little whore? Is she gonna be able to take whatever I want to give her?”

Grinning back Mistress Sarah said, “Well, to be honest… not at first. I understand she’s incredibly poorly behaved and has a terrible attitude… not very sarıyer escortları experienced, and she has a lot of limits but, with my help… you’re going to get rid of all of them.”

Mistress Dana had to fight down the surge of fire between her thighs, the sudden desire… she knew she was cruel but this thin, lovely redhead, with her curling hair and wide smile, was something different and vicious.

To avoid revealing the flush on her cheeks spreading down to her cleavage she turned to the leather-bound catalog that Sarah had placed on the desk. “Let’s start with an enema… what should we use?”

“Well, I understand that urine or cum is traditional for these situations… but I have something special,” Sarah said, her grin broadening. “It’s a special formulation one of my clients made for me… a thin blue liquid. It’s a lubricant and a stimulant, as well as an aphrodisiac but here’s the best part… it has no psychoactive effects. It simply makes your body incredibly sensitive, to both pleasure and pain, and in women makes orgasm both much easier and much more dramatic.”

Dana couldn’t believe it. What an incredible invention! Trying not to stutter, she said, “That’s fantastic, how perfect for degrading an illbehaved slut like this! How much should we give her?”

Sarah turned momentarily to make a note. In a bored sounding voice she said, “It works best in vast amounts. I’d say two gallons.”

“Oh my god that’s vicious! I bet with that on our side, we could really stretch this bitch out… do you think we could work her up to taking a whole fist?”

Sarah grinned, looking back at her, a sudden charge of common purpose between them. “That’s what it’s for. I love making stuck-up bitches realize that I own every part of them, can make them feel however I want them to feel, make them take whatever I want them to take, and there’s nothing they can do about it…”

Sarah clearly had someone in mind. But Dana, lost in imagining the night’s activities, was pacing with excitement- looking over Sarah’s possessions, her many trophies and curios, until she found one that sparked her curiosity. “Is this a picture of Jessica? That slave of mine who moved here?”

Sarah looked up. “Ah yes, Jessica. I remember she bought her freedom from you but she wasn’t able to stay out of trouble… she’s been mine now for awhile, to varying extents.”

“I remember that little cunt. You know that her ass was virgin until I got to her? God the things she threatened me with… I’m glad to hear she’s back under control.” Dana had a sudden flash of memory of her own gloved fist moving incrementally deeper into the tall blonde’s pussy while she moaned and helplessly threatened revenge, her freshly shaved lips parting obscenely while the crowd cheered… and suddenly the face and body wasn’t Jessica’s tanned blonde but Sarah’s athletic redhead, the lips that curled in pleasure and pain were her full sensuous ones, the breasts that bore long red stripes from the cane were her maltepe escortları small firm mounds, in Dana’s imagination tipped with pink nipples like flowering buds, just demanding to be teased and tortured…

Sarah’s voice snapped her out of the reverie. “Now of course we’ll need clamps.”

Dana paused in her perambulation and walked over to Sarah’s desk. With utterly deliberate but very practiced nonchalance, she sat down on the other Mistress’ desk- almost brushing Sarah’s face with her ass- and took the book from her hand. “I’m sure you have all kinds of clamps, Sarah. Let’s see what’s best,” she said, turning and looking down at the younger woman with a patronizing expression.

Sarah said nothing. In her mind, though, she could only calm her fury by remembering that all this was a prelude to something so much more satisfying.

“Mmm… let’s have alligator clamps. One on each nipple, wired for electrical, and one on each labia, with let’s say… two pounds of weight on each, on a foot of chain so they sway when she walks. That ought to keep her mind occupied.”

“Excellent.” Sarah made another note. “And of course all of this is being recorded. The party room is wired for video and live feed… people will be paying to watch you perform. Judging from the anticipation online, you may have an audience of hundreds. And we’ll be selling recordings, of course.”

Dana cooed with pleasure. “That’s fantastic! I’m sure that with your equipment and my ability, we’ll make a real splash. After all, tonight is the first night of my life in this new city. I want to make sure that it will define me, make sure everyone knows my name and just what I am.” She stood up and stretched briefly, luxuriously, before turning back to Sarah and saying, “Let’s go check out the setup! I’m so excited to see the place that all

Thank you so much for arranging all of this! I hope you understand how grateful I am.”

Sarah stood too, and with a broad smile she hooked her arm around the taller woman’s waist. “Oh, it’s my pleasure.” Giving her a squeeze she said in a mock gruff voice, “I intend to make good money off you, Mistress Dana.” Returning to her normal voice she said, “Oh don’t worry, babe. After tonight everyone will know exactly what you are.”

The touch was electric and suddenly Dana found herself dampening imagining the younger woman with tears in her eyes and a cock in her mouth, her tender young pussy spread out by clamps, her wide eyes blurring with the latest load of cum or piss to be splashed onto her, those sensuous lips and that delicate tongue used like a wet fuckhole by a stranger under Dana’s command…

Sarah must have noticed the sudden change in Dana’s character and leaned into her a little. Looking up at her, she turned gently towards the taller woman until they were face to face. Then she leaned up and placed a single delicate kiss on Dana’s lips, their mouths meeting for only a second but it was long enough for Dana to realize her panties were wet and that this younger girl was in every way a goddess.

She renewed her ambition to own her.

Sarah broke the kiss first and smiled up at the taller woman, then taking her hand, led her down to a maze of corridors, down to the studio, where the show was almost ready to begin.

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