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It was nearing 9pm, and yet her boss would not let her go. 4 years of college, 13 months of training, and two years experience, left the 25-year-old Roxanne yearning for released from what she would call a prison. To everyone else, it was her career, Financial Analyst for a small Wall Street firm; moving and shaking up the hundreds of thousands of dollars that went in and out of her company’s hands when their stock fluctuated half a point. Roxanne was even good at her job, being able to see the small details that allowed her the edge in her department.

Nevertheless, this was not her goal in life. The thin black choker around her neck was itching slightly, and with each nuisance and every tick of the clock, her pussy moistened to when this meeting would be over. Her boss continued to comment on how last quarter’s losses were barely manageable, and he continued to spew what she knew as mindless dribble to make himself seem important. She could not hear him anymore. Roxanne was squeezing her thighs together to give herself some release from the tension mounting in her angst.

“He’s going to be furious…”

“What was that Roxanne?” her boss lamented across the room as someone finally broke the pace of his unrefined drool, spewing forth across the boardroom.

“Our clients, are going to be FURIOUS, that we lost that money in last quarter and we are going to have to pick up the pace to make it back to them, right guys.” She spoke up quickly, lying through her teeth at the only thing he knew he wanted to hear, her coworkers admit to his wrongdoing. Everyone agreed swiftly with her to let their boss know that they ‘fully accepted’ their responsibility for his poor choices.

“Exactly right, Roxx… if you all hadn’t screwed up the accounts we wouldn’t be at a deficit coming into this new quarter…” he drowned back off as if moving away from everyone else to hear himself speak. All the other analysts in the room knew that it was not their fault the country was in recession and that a single bad choice would result in the loss of thousands. Nor did they really think it was their fault that all the accounts were diversified into their bosses’ nepotonic attempts at making his brother’s company richer. Roxanne did not care about that, and she even dismissed her boss’s insult at calling her Roxx. She was simply worried for her true profession and the consequences she would experience from being late, again.

Roxanne’s breasts pressed tightly against the white fabric of her blouse as she took a deep breath and looked at the clock again. Her business attire was form fitting, her form was beautiful. An expression of well-maintained fitness throughout the years, her body, considered by the few who saw it outside of her normal attire, to be beautiful. She hid her firm 34c breasts beneath her tight bras and her flat abs beneath the many folds of her sweaters and blazers. Her legs she used to her advantage, showing off their toned maintained poise, just enough to break the attention of her bosses and clients. However, despite all this, it was her hazel eyes she kept hidden behind a pair of reading glasses and a “misplaced” set of bangs that often had brought the most eloquent of men into a stammering slip of the tongue.

Finally, her boss was coming to his closing statements that remarkably sounded like ‘I am so great, Worship your fearless leader’ but Roxanne could only hear the seconds tick off her Fossil watch. Her thoughts raced to where she longed to be, and the man she would be disappointing if she did not get there soon. Beneath the well-crafted exterior, beneath the beautiful fit body she possessed, lay the heart of a true submissive. In her college years, she discovered it, and shortly thereafter gave it to the man whom brought it out of her. A man she now only referred to as Master. Roxanne was always careful to make sure she kept her conversations with him on the phone carefully hidden from her co-workers, and she always made sure to refer to him by the title he deserved.

“…And that concludes this Quarter’s meeting in review. Roxanne, can I see you for a moment…” DAMN, she cursed herself, she was going to be later that she already was, and could not take the time to phone her Dominant of the situation. As she quickly gathered her portfolio and walked over to her boss’s office, rage and fear began to fill up her steps, as the 4 inch stiletto heels drove themselves against the carpeted floor, giving off the faintest tap with each of her frustrated steps. She remembered her master’s protocol and exhaled before entering the office, she did not want to get in trouble for losing her temper, on top of being late.

“Roxanne, last week you said you were going to call me, so we could go over those…ahem…figures over dinner, what happened?”

“Sir, I was able to determine the issue myself, I felt there was no need…”

“But I still expected a call and meal with one of my best workers. You always rush in and out of work; it’s bağcılar escort so hard to get to know you.”

“Ahhh, well sir, I’m a very private person, and I really need to be going now anyway…”

“Boyfriend waiting for you, I guess. You know if you were a little nicer to me, maybe I could get you that promotion…”

“Look at the time… I’ve really got to go sir, e-mail me the rest ok?” With that Roxanne left the office, she hated her boss, the advances he made, and every time she blew him off, he would only come back stronger. It did not help that this time he was trying to impress her by pushing out his groin with every end of a sentence. She did not care to think about his four-inch member, as the rumors flew. She was only concerned now with the only real thing that mattered in her life. Her pussy was soaked at the thought of seeing him again, and her heart was heavy with potentially disappointing him once more. He was the only thing on her mind now. Her master was waiting.

Across town, Tom waited patiently beneath the awning of a flower booth. The closed door to his apartment had sat for quite some time and Tom was soon becoming impatient. His black jeans were only damp by the ankles and his black button down shirt hid his rounded paunch of a stomach well, with his black blazer. Tom was not concerned about the soft rain that bounced at his heels; he was worried about the woman who was supposed to be meeting him there. The flower vendor, from whom he had just bought the two roses grasped in his hand even commented, “Don’t worry mate, she’ll be here.”

It was unlike her to leave him waiting without as much as a phone call, he knew her job was important, and he gave her as many liberties as he could for her to have a career. Tom made sure he had the time right, as he looked over his PDA, “7pm Meet with Roxanne.” No, it could not have been wrong. He thought to himself with all that was going on she was just late, late from work, late because of traffic, just…late.

Tom scratched his dark hair, and tried to ease his worry that something had happened to her. It was very uncustomary for Roxanne, a woman who had been punctual since their meeting back in college, to be late without a phone call. He tried to calm his nerves, but as the fabric of his jeans pulled a little tighter over his thick thighs in sitting down, he wondered where it was she could be.

“Get off the road you maniac!” the Yellow Cab driver called out the window as the woman in Green Saturn cut him off, swerving back and forth through traffic. It was true. Roxanne had been driving like a maniac. Her heart pounding, her foot on the gas the entire time, she tried to make herself ready for her Master, waiting patiently across town. Her cunt was aching more and more with every block, she passed getting closer to him, her heart sank every time she hit a red light. She was already forty minutes late, and she knew she was in trouble now.

Pulling out her ponytail and pulling open the first three buttons of her blouse all she could think of was the punishments she would have tonight. They had been building in her mind since she realized her phone charger was at the apartment, and her cell phone had died at lunch. The whippings, the paddle, maybe even the cane tonight; all were possibilities. How could she be so stupid, was going disappoint him again, and she knew she could not do that. He driving even caused the sleeping cop on 5th street to snort twice before he slid his cock back into the girl of his dreams.

Tom started to pace about the flower stand, but the old Chinese man he called Wang said nothing. Wang tried desperately not to smile as he watched the young man of his late twenties worry himself needlessly for his woman. The old Chinese man remembered how he used to worry needlessly about his since deceased wife, and it swelled up pride within him to see another man whom was nearly a third his age to be doing the same. Maybe there was hope in the world for today’s youth.

Stepping back and forth, Tom tried her phone again, and the answering machine reminded him of how sweet the soft tones of her sultry voice were to his ear. He looked up at the rain, and as the thought of what may have happened to her crossed his mind, again he turned to head to his car. As she came around the corner and wrapped her arms around him, her voice showed she was on the verge of tears. Roxanne, being out of breath and carrying her heels after running though the rain in only her leggings, let him know she had been trying to get to him as fast as she could.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry Master.” Her voice was barely audible even to him, but as she clung to him under the awning, protected from the pouring cool rain of the fall months, they both felt their worries ease little by little. To her, she was finally able to be with him, her protector, her guide, her owner. To him, he was just relieved that nothing had happened to bahçelievler escort her.

She explained the situation to him, and he wiped her tears away bringing her up into the apartment, with his jacket wrapped around her. Tom’s strong arms held her close to him, as he brought her up to the cool wooden floor of his spacious studio apartment. Tom calmed her down, soothing her worries as he showed her that his primary worry was not when she got there but that she got there at all. Tom smiled at her as she looked up at him “…yes Master…” was all she said when he spoke, feeling her fears melt away.

“When you are ready, Go get changed, but don’t rush, I’ve got nothing but time tonight, and you look like you had a pretty hard day, slave.”

Roxanne always felt a sense of pride when he called her slave. She wished her master would call her that any time he spoke to her. It was, however, the rules; and the rules stated only in private conversations. Tom could never figure out if it was that the world was not ready for the truth of their relationship to be public, or if it was for them to be ready for the public’s opinion. Either way it was best to keep their true relationship in private. What did it matter to the rest of the world that she willingly wished to be his property? To anyone else, Roxanne and Tom had a normal loving relationship.

Roxanne got up and made her way to the bedroom. She was better now, her pulse had slowed, the rush of trying to make every second count earlier had subsided, and she remembered why she had rushed home in the first place. As she slipped out of her “prison” uniform she smiled and gazed upon the clothes she would confine herself to for the rest of the night. A high French cut black g-string, a pair of leather and steel wrist shackles, and matching pair for her ankles. With all that on her pride swelled as she gazed at the part she wished she could wear every hour of every day; her collar.

It had taken Roxanne over eighteen months to earn her Master’s collar. Long days and nights of proving her desire to be his property. Endless tasks that had stripped her (gladly she would add) of any inhibitions to his desires, just to prove to him that she was serious about their lifestyle choice. Caressing her heavy breasts as she gazed over the oak box that held her collar, she recalled the seemingly infinite whippings, spankings, hours on her knees, days without contact, and the other torturous existence she had to go though simply to prove to him that she was serious.

Lifting the lid, she revealed the purple velvet lining of the case and her delicate cunt tightened and soaked her g-string as she enjoyed the memories. Every time she put the collar on she recounted every event leading up to that moment, when she first got it. How though her deep and difficult training she became the person she wished to be. She was stronger now, stronger than she ever would have been had she never decided to become his slave. The training had unlocked something within her, a confidence deeply rooted in her ability to submit. She had no regrets.

The interlaced metal circles that made her choker were custom designed to Tom’s specifications. Rings large and small joined around each other forming a complex pattern of chains. Though made of steel, the rings were arranged in such a way to be just heavy enough to remind the wearer that it was there. Roxanne found it impossible to forget she was wearing the collar despite the thousands of orgasms that she had experienced with it on. Something about it pinched, just lightly every time she moved, where another part caressed her skin softly and cooled a previous pinch. The collar made her feel complete, and she could not count the number of times she woke up wearing it in the morning, cursing the fact that she had to take it off.

“Your slave is almost ready Master… would it please you for your slave to come out to you?”

“Yes, I’m in the study, slave.”

“Yes Master.” She excitedly engaged the clasp on the collar and got down on her knees. Just as she was about to crawl out to the source of her excitement, she gave herself one last look in the floor length mirror. Her long dark hair was tied in a tight ponytail that hung just over her fit back, her breasts, firm and taut, exposed and her nipples hard from the slight chill of the steel around her neck. Her shapely legs bent at the knee making her subservient, while she made sure the g-string was up high on her hipbones exposing as much of her leg as possible. The wetness of her pussy had already soaked and tightly wrapped the fabric over her sex, making her firm lips push out through the thin material. Her cuffs were securely in place, ready to support her entire weight if her master so decided. She was ready for him; she was ready to serve him.

As she crawled her thighs squeezed her already soaked cunt together a little more, each movement sending waves şirinevler escort though her as she crawled though the corridor, down the stairs and into the study. There she took a brief glance to see where her Master was, quickly averted her eyes and continued her crawl to him, making sure her ass was high in the air for his pleasure.

Tom never looked down but knew that she had come into the room. He was always happy to see her, and always cherished the ultimate gift she gave him, her submission. Even as she languidly crawled across the floor, he smiled. It was not to be confused, his enjoyment of her actions and thoughts, they were not for his own needs. In fact, Tom, before he had met Roxanne, would have been very happy alone for the rest of his days. No, Tom’s meeting of her some years earlier in college had changed even him. It made him happiest to see her doing exactly what it is she wanted to do and being the best she possibly can at it. She wanted to become his, and when she gave that to him, he became hers.

Tom closed the book as Roxanne laid her head on his thigh and awaited orders. He looked down at her and pet the long dark hair pulled back to expose her face and smiled. She spoke first, expressing her happiness to be by his side once more with her eyes, “How may slave serve you, Master?”

“First order of business, slave, are your chores. Have you completed them all?”

“Yes Master, slave wore her public collar at work today. She wore a skirt with a blue thong, but since slave only has one clean g-string, which she wanted to please master with it. slave made sure to shave her sex this morning in the shower, after her hour of morning exercise. slave also made sure to pleasure herself but not orgasm during her lunch break. slave is deeply sorry that she was late in getting home; she has no excuse for it. Has slave forgotten anything Master?”

“Yes you did…”

Roxanne’s heart sank, she had expected to be punished for being late, but Tom would never say she forgot something if during her daily report at his side she spoke about it. She quickly tried to review her list of chores, something was missing but finally she gave into it and looked into her Master’s eyes longingly to know the nature of her transgression.

“You forgot to text me as to what you thought about during your masturbation slave.” Roxanne and tom both knew that she had not done so because her phone was dead at that point, and this was actually Tom’s way of having her remember to keep her phone well charged. “That’s another point, slave.”

“slave has been very naughty Sir. Would it please Master for slave to be punished now?”

“Yes, it would, how many points have you accrued since your last punishment”

“Eleven, Master. Five points for not completing the subway task, another three for losing my temper with my co-worker, two more points for two days of not performing one hour for mental self improvement, and now one point for not sending you a text message after my masturbation.”

“Very good memory slave, I will forgive you one point as a reward for keeping such good track. Now stand up and present my ass and my sex.”

“As it pleases you Master.” Roxanne was elated and nervous at the same time. She stood up and took her position on the far side of the desk. She delicately placed her breasts on the cool mahogany desk her Master used for his normal job. By day, he was a general contractor for a small construction firm located in town, but it simply paid the bills for him. He walked over to a set of locked cabinets and took his time opening them.

Roxanne had pressed her tits into the wood first, and slowly spread her ample breasts out on the surface, her hands spread wide and her firm ass pressed skyward. Her daily stretches insured that the muscles in her legs would easily allow her to keep her legs straight, and her sexual juices had formed a scintillating bead, that caressed her powerful thighs, shapely knees, and chiseled calves as it stopped in her ankle shackle. She wanted to please him so badly, but when you are naughty, you must be punished, she thought to herself repeatedly, letting a small smile escape her lips as she laid her head down on the desk.

Tom, still dressed in his blue polo shirt and khaki pants, picked out a riding crop from the case of toys. He had a number of “weapons” at his disposal. A bullwhip he specifically learned to use for her sake, a few floggers, a number of flexible and heavy paddles, and a few riding crops that she really liked. He knew each one inside and out and just how to hurt and please his slave with every little movement of his wrist, arm, waist and legs. To her; he was an expert. To him; it was simply what he needed to do.

“10 lashes slave…” She quivered at the thought, and had unknowingly let her pussy gush once more. As the bead ran down her opposite leg, each step he took closer to her seemed to stop the bead in its tracks. A finger lingering down her lonesome existence bent over his desk, waiting for his will. She did not know how she would be punished, nor did she care how forceful he was or soft. She was preparing herself for the responses that she would use to re-affirm her submissiveness to his will. She knew her transgressions were not that of betrayal to him, but to herself and her decision, “Count them properly.”

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I had been in your service for only a few months when you decided you wanted a permanent marking of some kind to denote me as yours when I was in the company of others. You considered your decision completely knowing full well the decision you made would effect me forever. That is the beauty of a master/slave relationship. It is more than a possession. It is an obsession of love, trust, and intimacy. A slave must be willing to be obsessed by another. The master must be willing to obsess another, taking full responsibility for both parties actions.

You decided that you would present me with a few choices as you respected my judgment despite my position as your slave. You told me to get ready to go out, making sure to wear only the things you laid out for me. I willing obliged your request and dressed myself in the black stockings and garter. The sleek black dress fit me well. The long black, silk gloves fit easily over my hands and forearm. The pearls and earrings set off by a large sapphire finished the look.

As I walked down the stairs you were talking with your business partners. You all stopped at once as I approached. You reached out and took my hand kissing it. I smiled in return. I obediently waited as you finished discussing business. As you ushered them out the door you pointed towards the garage door. I followed you to the car. It was a black Mercedes 500. You opened the door for me. Anticipation was getting the best of me, as I had no idea what you had in store for me tonight.

As we pulled out of the garage, you gently eased the car down the driveway. This was my first trip out since my arrival. The beauty of the landscape awed me, adding to my growing love for you. As your slave I eagerly sought to please your every whim. When I failed you punished me appropriately but never severely. Fortunately I had never done anything to truly anger you. I had seen your anger and did not wish it upon myself. I watched in shock the night fındıkzade escort the maid dropped your crystal vase. You immediately ordered her to strip. When she refused you ordered the attendants in to strip her, then proceed to whip every square inch of her flesh. I found myself fascinated by the way you struck her. The flow of the whip, the sound it made as it contacted her flesh. The red welts rising with each new stroke. I felt her pain and humiliation. But as masters go, you are not cruel, you did not cast her out of your home. Instead you offered her the chance to repay her mistake. She agreed to your terms of daily whippings for a week in exchange of keeping her job and living quarters. What a price to pay for a simple mistake.

We pulled into what appeared to be a small industrial park. You parked the car and told me that we were making a brief stop before dinner. You opened my door and we proceeded inside the building. The lights were dim but inside I could hear various forms of whimpering and discussion. Immediately my instincts took over. This was not just a night on the town. You obviously had something in mind for me. I looked at you with pleading eyes. You smiled gently and told me not to worry.

A door opened before us. Inside there were many different types of tables and apparatuses. At each station there were attendants waiting. We approached an office and were invited to sit down.

‘Now then Marcus, you are sure that you have what we need?” you asked. “Of course, it is merely up to you to decide which one it will be.”

You turned to look at me. “Remove your clothes”. I looked at you, shocked at the thought of disrobing in front of this stranger. The lesson of the maid came to mind and I quickly did as you said. “You may leave on the garter and stockings, nothing else.” You ordered me to turn and walk around. I felt so self-conscious as I did so. The markings aksaray escort of my weekly accounting still fresh from last night.

“Very nice” Marcus replied. “I think we can narrow it down to branding or piercing” you turned to me.

“Which would you prefer my dear?”

The thoughts ran thru my head. I wanted desperately to run from this place. But I knew what would happen if I did. In an effort to please you I decided on both, as this was the only way I could truly prove my love and devotion to you.

“May I have permission to speak?” “Yes, of course my dear “ “I wish to have both.” The words flooded my ears. I almost wished I hadn’t said it. You had this look of pleasant surprise. “You don’t have to have both.” “But I want to please you” I said as I dropped to my knees and placed my head on your lap. You stroked my cheek and smiled intently at me.

“If that is what your wish, Marcus will you proceed?”

I was escorted to what appeared to be an examining table with stirrups. With assistance my legs were spread wide and tied to the stirrups. My arms were then pulled above my head and cuffed to the head of the table. You watched as my skin was prepped. The alcohol was cool on my nipples making them stand up. The panic started to grip me as I realized what was about to happen. Marcus approached me with a hook shaped needle and firmly grabbed my left nipple. He twisted it hard, watching the color disappear. Before the blood could flow back in, he inserted the needle thru and fastened the nipple ring as the circular needle came around. I gasped at the sharp stinging pain. Marcus blotted a small drop of blood away. He pulled on the ring gently to insure that it was secure. I winced again at the resurging sting. He repeated the same procedure with my right nipple, and then you walked over and inspected his work.

“Very nice,” you commented. I tried to smile as the tears formed eyüp escort in my eyes. While this was painful, I wasn’t sure if the tears came from only the pain or from my love for you and my eager devotion to your happiness.

Marcus went around between my legs. I felt him spread my lips apart, pulling at my clit. As he rubbed it gently, I could feel my blood engorging my hood. Wetness forming below it. He applied the alcohol and proceeded as he did with my nipples, pinching my clit hard, he inserted the needle and fastened the ring. He pulled it, this time more firmly than he had with my nipples. I let a cry out. Marcus smiled a deviant smile. You ran your finger over my breasts touching the rings. A tingling sensation flooded thru me.

Then one of the attendants came over from the wall where a small furnace was. He approached carrying a long metal stick with something red on the end. As my brain processed this, the attendants firmly grabbed my legs and held them. Marcus applied the brand to both sides of my inner thighs just beside my cunt. This time I screamed out in pain. You looked down at me, with no expression on your face. The fire burning between my legs was only surpassed by the arousal I felt.

They released me from the table and the attendants handed me my clothes to put back on. Painstakingly I dressed. Each touch of fabric, setting fire to my thighs, my sex, my breasts. We went to dinner and out dancing. I did my best not to let you see how uncomfortable I was. When we returned home you ordered me to your room. I instinctively undressed and awaited you. As you walked in I lay back on the bed and spread my legs for you. You inspected the brands and rings. I noted your pleasure and your arousal. You lowered yourself to my breast and licked gently at the nipple. I writhed below you and the wetness returned. Slowly you slid your hand done to my cunt. You stroked the sides and spread my moisture across the lips. You flicked the ring on my clit as you mounted me. As you pushed in I could feel the new sensation of your pressure combined with your strokes in and out of me. This heightened awareness forced me over the edge too soon. Normally this would be forbidden but given my performance this evening you felt I was entitled to a little pleasure for all that I had given to you.

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The Human Animal Council had been structured during a period in history when the infant mortality rate escalated alarmingly, creating substantial social decay and presenting a serious threat to the long term economic stability of an ever expanding empire. Land transportation practices within imperial borders along the cross border trade routes were achieving unimaginable success due to their upgrades linking major shipping ports and the implementation of border control initiatives. Continuing the successful supply of demand however, would be short lived if the procurement of a labor force well into the future could not be secured.

Senatorial forecasts predicted the infant mortality rate would potentially create a 40% negative impact to the future labor force for at least the next century. Prohibition against the sale of infants to be raised into slavery had been implemented decades before to appease the surging popularity of the catholic religious movement. Inadvertently and without long term foresight the governing body had relented to the hedonism of popularity amongst the minority movement rather than long term sustainable economics.

The Human Animal Council consisted of members chosen from slave trading entities who shared perceptive vision or those who had personal qualities that identified them as natural selections. Since the introduction of prohibition, the slave trade had shown a down turn in demand, due partly to increasing public disapproval of the absolute ownership of slaves and the limitless punishments available at their masters’ behest. Encouragement of the house slaves to breed among themselves had also reduced the necessity to import slaves from other regions and countries.

Being the largest single entity that provided municipalities with slaves trained and educated with specialist skills, the Human Animal Council was discreetly commissioned by the senate to address the escalating rate of infant mortality. Invited to provide recommendations that would ultimately secure a skilled labor force to drive the future of both domestic and international economic growth, the first convention of the Human Animal Council would consist of the initially selected six board members to officiate the policy reforms.

SELENE.

The founding member and fittingly elected unanimously to remain as chairperson, Selene owned the Selentia Group Northern African division of international slave traders. Her heredity had been the subject of misguided public perception, however her destiny had been sealed at birth. In exchange for the abandonment of her royal lineage the illegitimate daughter of Cleopatra Selene II had accepted the offer of immortality that was bestowed upon her during the celebration of her twenty eighth year of life by Hades the God of the underworld and his sibling Hera the cow goddess.

Throughout her early formative years and sexual development she had been fascinated with, and perfected the skillful art of conditioning human slaves as sub-human bovine commodities. By the age of twenty one she was the head Mistress of the Selentia Group’s Northern African division tasked with the capture and training taksim escort of slaves, specifically indigenous females with large breasts as well as indigenous males with well proportioned genitalia.

Keeping them isolated in constant captivity as human-cows for breeding purposes, breast milk production and milking the semen of males, Selene had successfully developed the first slave breeding program instilling an unrivaled purity to her marketable product that had generated exclusive, profitable opportunities. Fresh breast milk was sold daily at the Columna Lactaria in the produce markets, and the milking of male semen for cosmetic skin tightening treatments had become popular with female clientele.

The continued development of the first generation of naturally born human-cows proved that the Selentia Group slave traders were also able to assist the broader community with specialised and defined health benefits. Selene’s success had not gone unnoticed within the inner sanctum of the powerful senate, and the formation of the Human Animal Council had been discreetly endorsed by It’s more influential members.

ECHO.

The incredibly flexible, diminutive, blue eyed, blonde haired, nymphomaniac who had difficulty keeping any shred of clothing on in the company of others. She had become the unique example of the irony that the goddess Hera dispensed her occasional fury for no reason other than her own amusement, or as in this instance, eternal vengeance. With the news that Venus had been voted the sexiest goddess, Hera became so infuriated that she inflicted the first mortal female virgin she could find with immortality, cursed her with nymphomania, and forbid her to speak excepting to repeat the last three words of another.

Despite her silent and eternal torture Echo had become renowned for her manufacturing skills and extreme bondage applications provided to prominent slave traders including the Selentia Group. During this stage of societal evolution her vision of genetic engineering and surgical transformation as a method of conditioning slaves as human-animals was considered unorthodox and heretical. Echo’s talents extended to any project that incorporated her imagination, ability, and her perpetual nymphomania.

Selene discovered the conditions of Echo’s immortality quite accidentally through her underworld connections and promptly commissioned her as the bondage aficionado of the Selentia Group, then immediate inclusion in the Human Animal Council. Her craftsmanship with leather, wood and iron seemed centuries ahead of her time. Obsessed with transformative and formative body modifications she had been credited as the creator of the elevated heel sandal, but due to her inability to establish fluent conversation Echo often presented herself physically through appearance and willingness.

HECUBA.

Born into slavery she had been sold at birth, then as a young slave girl, re-sold at the age of twelve to a gentleman of boyar heritage in the region of Transylvania. During the transfer of sale the young slave girl snarled and growled at her new owner topkapı escort who immediately renamed her Hecuba after an ancient Trojan Queen. This only confirmed that through systematic regression she would initially be kept as his daughter, then later trained to be his human pup during her decade long term of captivity. As an alchemist who also studied the black arts his purpose was to maintain her purity and, perfect her behavioral traits until her maturity.

During her formative years her tongue was lengthened as well as having her gag reflex eliminated to compliment her obsessive desire to be orally used as a proficient cunt lapper and cock sucker. Her modifications became a much sought after novelty for the seemingly vagrant human inhabitants of her owner’s fortress, and although she had never been fucked vaginally or anally she had regularly swallowed and digested their semen or ejaculate on demand.

Her body had been perfectly preserved to retain it’s natural, flawless beauty and retain premium re-sale value for her owner. The news of her imminent release through the slave registrar prompted a substantial offer of permanent captivity from the Selentia Group, and having been born into slavery her inclusion within the council would be prioritised. Aware of the growing reputation within the region, Selene requested to have her new human pup transported in a heavy iron cage during a full moon phase.

SPHINX;

The most influential member of the council and the oldest immortal, she is the only known human to have been gifted immortality by any of the gods or goddesses of ancient Egyptian times. The sibling goddesses Sekhmet of Upper Egypt and Bast of Lower Egypt were respectively represented as the lioness. During the period that Upper Egypt conquered Lower Egypt, the sibling goddesses agreed that only one lioness could continue, and so Bast became the representative of the domesticated feline.

The siblings realised that they could not be goddesses for eternity, and that civilisation would soon enough forget the heritage of their past. They elected to immortalise a young female not of any recognisable status, slender with defined facial features, breasts, hips and legs who personified their vision of the feminine feline. Sphinx became the sibling goddesses natural selection to preserve their antiquity, perpetually.

For a millennium and six centuries Sphinx had already endured five dynastical periods. In human form she was Instrumental in re-establishing a formal administration, and having buried several Pharaohs during the course of her first two centuries was promoted as the economic advisor to the Pharaohs. Her successes included the modernisation of agricultural commerce, mining of natural resources for construction, port development, shipping and land transport. Her most recent accomplishment was designing and supervising the construction of the Pyramids of Giza.

In animal form she transformed into a leopard, the hybrid breed of the sibling Goddesses who gifted her immortality. Unlike the siblings her animal transformation could be at will and beyoglu escort was complete becoming the ultimate huntress. Sphinx would rarely be seen wearing more than a short kalasiris with a pair of meticulously crafted elevated heel sandals custom made by Echo and a pair of sheathed stiletto daggers exposed on either side of her hips or hidden beneath a woven silk cape occasionally draped from her shoulders. In human form, cunning with piercing green eyes, long black hair and an irresistible attraction, Sphinx was eternally ready to fuck, or kill.

Having witnessed the virtual birth of civilisation and the subsequent economic growth of her native continent as well as the Roman empire, her inclusion within the council was automatic. She had long been an advocate of slavery as an effective labour force for construction, enhance transport efficiencies, and increase economic benefit, so her endorsement carried critical influence and was integral to the current project as well as the future direction of the Human Animal Council.

LOTHAR and AVRIL.

Inseparable even in conversation, the incidental childhood sweethearts Lothar and Avril had been trained as warriors from the age of seven. Lothar by an elite group of surviving Spartans as an assassin, and Avril by the enduring Amazons under Queen Antianiera who taught the young virgin how to attract, tame and train unicorns for their equine cavalry. While they were not siblings their long standing association and resistance to the mortal aging process had led to rumours that they were the reincarnated twins of Olympians Apollo and Artemis.

Their inclusion within the council was also automatic in retrospect of their long standing service to the international slave trade and to the Roman Empire itself. Recognised for their particular abilities both were appointed by the Emperor Trajan as salararius. They were members of Legio X Equestris for several years before being commissioned to III Augusta to protect the imperial borders of North Africa where they also completed engineering trades.

By 100AD the emperor Trajan had assigned them as commanders of his newly formed Legio XXX Ulpia Victrix, as well as protectors of his adopted son, Publius Aelius Hadrianus. It remains unclear the circumstances or period of time that led to their immortal status, but their abilities were glaringly obvious at the battle of Sarmisegetusa when they had each rode their beloved unicorns into battle, but after the dangerous pursuit for prisoners of war walked away unscathed, without prisoners, and without their unicorns.

Upon Trajan’s death his adopted son Hadrian became the 14th Roman Emperor, and with that came the loyalty of Lothar and Avril. Hadrian appointed them as commanders of Legio II Adiutrix stationed on the mid western side of Brittania. The emperor Hadrian was renowned for his analytical thinking and ability to avoid bloodshed wherever trade could succeed equitably, and through consultation with his two protectors Lothar and Avril, border control became paramount.

Lothar and Avril undertook the design and supervised the construction of Hadrians Wall at the northern extremities of the imperial borders in Britannia, restricting the Caledonians stealth attacks and pilfering of livestock, but not the purchasing of bond slaves for Romes wealthiest clients. Reassigned back to III Augusta as a matter of urgency by Emperor Hadrian, Lothar and Avril were immediately summoned to the Selentia Group headquarters.

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Jack watched Elle as she disappeared down the street, her melodic voice fading as she assured Jenn she was safe. When she turned the corner at the end of his street, disappearing from view, he shut and locked the door. What the fuck am I doing? he thought to himself, breathing deeply and running his fingers through his hair. His semi-hard cock twitched within his shorts as scenes from just twenty minutes ago flashed across his consciousness. The smooth slickness of her pussy as his fingers entered her for the first time. The sight and sensation of her lips gripping his dick as he oscillated into and out of her. The clenching of her sphincter beneath the pad of his thumb. The sound of their bodies slapping into one another. Her moans…

Two weeks earlier…

Jack dropped his phone onto the sofa before collapsing down next to it, sinking into the overused cushion – his usual spot. He set his beer down on the side table and, picking up the remote, switched on the TV. Paying no attention to what was on, he lifted his phone from beside him and unlocked it, the almost imperceptible vibration signalling it’s recognition of him.

Swiping up with his thumb to bring up all of the apps, he tapped the icon for the internet browser. Before typing anything into the nav bar, he opened the options menu and selected incognito mode, a habit he’d developed when living in a shared flat in uni. He preferred to keep his browsing habits secret from his flatmates. Once the new window opened, he typed in the address for one of his favourite fetish forums, logging in once it loaded.

Oblivious to the voice of the news anchor on the much larger screen in front of him – Jack had a habit of turning on the news in the mornings – he started browsing through the numerous forums he was subscribed to, starting with Anal Antics as it was at the top of the list. He was well practiced by now at identifying new threads that were worth spending time on, judging on a variety of indicators such as title, number of comments and how long ago it was posted. A few threads in, he felt the familiar swelling in his pants. As he immersed himself in photos, stories, requests and comment conversations, everything else around him faded from his awareness.

Minutes or maybe hours later – the same anchor was still droning on so it can’t have been too long – one post in particular caused him to pause his usually rapid exploration. Its title was 24 [F4M] Boundless imagination seeks fellow experimenter and it was one of the top posts in the Searching For forum with over 30 comments. He clicked on the title to open the post.

As he read the body of the post he felt a bead of precum squeeze it way out of his urethra; his penis reacting to the words he was reading, his prostate involuntarily clenching. Try pretty much anything…fantasies…extreme…no limits…Fuck this is hot, he thought as he reached the end and began scrolling down the comments. It was the usual collection of requests for pictures, claims of sexual prowess and trolls doing whatever trolls do. Good luck finding someone legit, he mused scrolling back to the top.

Reading carefully through the text a second time, a number of separate thoughts began coalescing in Jack’s head. For years, he’d been exploring these forums, gathering fantasies along the way. He’d long ago accepted that they were going to remain just that, fantasies unfulfilled. He had no qualms experimenting with new things, though he’d only ever done that alone. He’d never responded to a post in these forums.

He’d already clicked on the Send Message button when these thoughts forcefully collided together into a realisation that he was going to reply. His left hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants and he wrapped his fingers around the heat of his now rock hard, leaking cock. His right hand typed his message to CuriousCat94.

Present…

The crash of the neighbour’s bin toppling over in the wind brought Jack back to his senses. His head turned towards the noise before glancing down at the tent his hard cock was supporting and the wet spot marking the precise location of his pisshole. Switching off the light, he headed upstairs to cook dinner.

Over the sizzling of hot oil and crackling sausages Jack heard the familiar ping of his phone. Deciding that the sausages were done anyway, he took the pan off the heat and clicked off the gas. Setting the tongs down on the plate, he wiped his hand on the kitchen towel, habitually thrown over his shoulder whenever he cooked, and picked up his phone. It was Elle.

Hey creep 😉 he read the message in the notification window without unlocking the phone. It buzzed again in his hand.

That was fun.

Another buzz.

Same time next week?

Jack was dumbfounded. This went against all of his, admittedly not extensive, dating experience. Nobody ever followed up this quickly.

Forgetting his rapidly cooling sausages and still un-mashed potatoes, he swiped across the notification to type a response.

Hey, fatih escort he typed, it most certainly was. He hit send and began another message straight away, Hmmm, I’ll have to check my schedule…, he sent that one and waited a few seconds until the blue tick confirmed she’d received and viewed it. With that confirmation he typed, Yup, next week works 😉 The status beneath her name indicated she had begun typing so he quickly hit send.

Her message came through an instant later, Ha good one. Followed soon after by her response to his last message, Great! See you then!

Jack stared at the conversation, reading it through again to make sure it was real. His chest felt exactly the same as the moment during his 3rd grade prize giving when his name had been announced as the winner of the science prize: simultaneously excited and terrified.

See you then! he confirmed.

As he ate his cold sausages and mash in front of the TV, Jack wondered if he should propose another one of his fantasies, but decided against it. He’d already taken a chance telling Elle he wanted her pussy smooth for their first encounter. Let her initiate the experimenting this time.

***

The week flew past. Jack was dimly aware of arriving at work in the morning, going for a run a couple of times and browsing through the list of fetishes on FetForum. Hey, I’ve got a proper reason to do this now, he told himself when he logged on for the first time two nights after his encounter with Elle.

Saturday evening arrived without any more messages from her. Jack resisted the temptation to check if she was still coming, not wanting to seem overly eager or perhaps doubtful of her commitment. In anticipation of her imminent arrival, he paid careful attention to his crotch in the shower, trimming his pubes a little so as not to appear entirely wild.

The last hint of dampness remained in his hair when the thumping of the door knocker echoed up the stairs. Three solid impacts. Just like last time, he mused as he leapt off the kitchen stool. He’d dressed himself once again in just shorts and a T-shirt, leaving little to the imagination and his penis free to swing unrestricted. It was doing exactly that as he made his way down the stairs. Arriving on the landing he saw Elle through the small square window in the door, blurred into an impressionist painting by the frosted glass. Two deep breaths later he crossed to the door, turned the latch with a click and opened it.

She was beautiful. He’d thought that the first time they met and confirmed it last week. Now, standing facing her in the doorway, any question of her beauty disappeared for good. Her sky blue eyes stared straight back at him, portraying an innocence that he alone knew to have cracks. Lightly golden hair fell nearly halfway down her back, hinting at curls the further down in went. She was shorter than him, but not short. He noticed she’d ditched last week’s dress and opted for jeans instead, the denim hugging her legs tightly. On their journey back up her body, his eyes lingered momentarily on her chest, where a simple white shirt and unzipped jacket did little to hide the fullness of her breasts.

“Hellooo?” she interrupted. His exploration had lasted no more than a couple of seconds, but it was enough for her to understand the effect she had on him.

Lifting his eyes back to hers he replied, “Hi!” a smile breaking out across his face. He leaned in to hug her before stepping back through the door to let her in.

She removed her jacket, hanging it on the coat rack’s only free hook, and slipped off her shoes before following him up the stairs and into the kitchen where she could hear music playing lightly.

“Apple juice?” he asked as she walked in, the hint of a joke on his voice.

Elle smiled before answering, “You got any beer?” She took a seat in one of the stools at the centre island and watched as he retrieved a couple of beers from the neat stack in the fridge. He uncapped them both and walked around the island, handing one to her before climbing up onto the remaining stool.

“Cheers.” He raised his bottle into the space between them as he said it.

She lifted hers to meet it, glass clinking against glass as she responded, “Cheers.”

They both took large sips.

“So,” Jack began, lowering his bottle to his lap, “you have a good week?”

“Not really,” she replied, mirroring his position. “Work’s a bitch at the moment. The manager on this project is really anal about the most ridiculous things! We ended up having to go in today, hence the need for this.” She indicated the bottle, lifting it from her lap and tilting it towards him before raising it to her lips. “What about you?” she asked in return.

“Not too bad actually,” he shrugged. “Working with a couple of cool clients on some fun stuff, which is not always the case.”

“You’re a designer right?” she interrupted.

“A web designer, yes.”

“So you design websites.” It wasn’t a question.

“Pretty much,” he answered anyway. “Sometimes it’s bits and pieces for a website, sometimes just wireframes, çapa escort but yeah, I design stuff that goes on the internet.”

“What’s this fun stuff you’re working on now then?”

“One is a website for a startup making these funky little robot toy things. Kinda like Furbies – if you remember those? But with some A.I. shit that makes them smart, apparently. I’m still waiting for them to send me one. The other is a page for a band that’s releasing a new album in a couple weeks time. They want it to be like the internet was in the early nineties, so that’s pretty fun.”

His enthusiasm was clear and Elle found herself enchanted by the expressiveness of his descriptions, his face contorting rapidly to keep up with his speech.

The conversation continued and their nervousness shed as they drank their beers. Elle relaxed as the alcohol took effect, sharing her frustrations with making pointless slide show presentations and stupid clients who paid them, consultants, to reach conclusions they should really be able to reach on their own. Jack, continued telling her about his most memorable projects, at one point retrieving his tablet from the living room so show her some examples.

“Right!” she declared boldly, reaching the end of a particularly passionate tirade against an incompetent colleague. “That’s enough talking. When are we going up to your room to fuck?”

Recovering quickly from his initial shock, Jack rapidly downed his remaining beer, set it down with a bang on the counter and responded, “Now!” with feigned gravitas, puffing up his chest and pulling a serious look over his face.

He slipped off of his stool, grabbed her hand and set off purposefully for the staircase. Elle staggered at first, caught equally by surprise, but soon caught her feet and laughed as she allowed herself to be pulled along.

Jack lead her up the stairs and through the door into his bedroom, letting go of her hand as they entered the room. She crossed immediately to the enormous window and stood gazing in wonder over the patchwork of moonlit rooftops.

“It’s so beautiful,” She said, almost to herself, but possibly to Jack. The adrenaline of their exit from the kitchen was draining away, excited nervousness replacing it. She felt Jack’s arm brush up against hers as he came and stood beside her.

“Should I close the curtains?” he asked, conscious of what they were planning to do next.

“Can anybody see in?” Elle asked.

“I don’t think so.” He emphasised the think.

“Leave them open then.”

Stepping back from the window, Elle lifted her arms to the ceiling. Jack turned and stepped up to her. Smoothly, he lifted her white top up over her head, dropping it onto the floor beside them. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath and he savoured his first sight of her naked breasts. They were large, but not disproportionately so on her small frame. Light, pastel pink areola surrounded her nipples, currently stiff with expectation. Bending, Jack took one into his mouth, running his tongue around in circles before flicking the tip lightly. His hands grasped her either side of her waist, his hands warm against her bare skin.

She let her head fall backwards as his mouth left her nipple, suddenly cool without the heat of his tongue, and kissed upwards along her neck. Stepping in closer, Jack slid his arms around her back and cupped her backside, squeezing hard through her jeans. Elle felt the hardness of his cock at her crotch as he began walking her slowly backwards.

He continued pressing into her, shuffling until the back of her knees struck the soft mattress and she began to overbalance. At the point she could no longer hold herself upright, he removed his hands, leaving her unsupported. She fell back with a gasp, landing on the cool white sheets; arms spread wide, too late to catch her sudden fall.

Still standing, looking down at her with lust, Jack pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it down to join hers on the carpet. Elle looked up at him, silhouetted slightly against the window behind him, taking in the sight of his bare chest. As he moved towards her, she scooted backwards up the bed until she felt the top of her head nudge a pillow and only her feet were left hanging off the end. From the edge of the bed, Jack bent forwards, placing his hands either side of her with his thighs supporting himself against the mattress. This lined his head up with her belly and he placed a kiss on the smooth skin just below her belly button. His next kiss was lower, barely above the button of her jeans. The third he placed directly onto her mound, albeit through denim and zipper.

Bringing his knees up onto the mattress allowed him to take the weight off his arms. Kneeling over her, his legs either side of hers, he reached for the button holding her waistband closed and undid it. He unzipped frustratingly slowly. Each unlocking pair of teeth clicked audibly, revealing more of her bright pink underwear, as he slid the zipper down. Reaching the bottom, he folded open one flap of denim and leaned in again to press a tender kiss onto the soft cotton.

Keeping güngören escort his head poised millimetres above her crotch, Jack scooted his legs back off the bed until his feet found the carpeted floor. Folding his fingers over and under the waistband of both jeans and panties, he began to edge them down over her hips. Elle lifted her backside to ease their passage. Jack’s head followed the path of the panties, moving down with them as the revealed first her mound – pubes just starting to grow back in – and then the crease of skin that hid her clitoris from view. Resisting the urge to plant another kiss, he continued downwards; jeans and panties passing over thighs, knees, shins and ankles until finally sliding off her feet.

Letting her pants crumple to the floor at his feet, Jack resumed his exploration of Elle’s body, starting at her toes. With no hint of rushing, he gently kissed her soft skin at regular intervals, journeying steadily back up her body. Elle had closed her eyes with the unbuttoning of her pants and her attention now focussed entirely on the sensation of Jack’s lips and the warmth of his breath on her skin. As he rose past her knees she felt the weight of his legs climbing back up onto the bed.

Eventually, his kisses reached the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs becoming ticklish. She resisted the sudden urge to open her legs to his advance, instead holding herself as still as possible, only her face betraying her strain. Between her legs, Elle felt the first hint of slickness as her body prepared for what now seemed inevitable. Just when she was certain he was about to make contact, Jack lifted and passed right over the top of her pussy, now aching for what was promised. His lips came back down on her pubic mound, completing the round trip.

Poised where he was, Jack could smell the scent of her arousal. Looking up quickly, he grinned at the exasperated squint on Elle’s face. It was the look of someone focussing all their willpower on flying an object around the room using only their mind.

Satisfied with his build-up, he lowered his head back down.

Though she had been expecting it for so long now, the first touch of his tongue on her pussy caught Elle by surprise. She gasped at the intrusion into the folds of her labia. She his tongue extend down the full length of her slit and over the entrance to her vagina, holding there for an instant before licking all the way back up. The brief contact with her clitoris at the end of the upstroke caused her to jump.

The first sweet taste of her juices brought Jack’s already hard cock to full strength. In a swift movement he hooked his hands underneath her legs, simultaneously spreading and pushing them backwards. The effect was to open her completely to him.

Lowering himself down before her, he slid one arm up the side of her body until it reached her breasts, where he laid his hand. The other hand he lay across her belly, palm just below her belly button, thumb rubbing across freshly sprouting pubic hair. He then ran his tongue broadly, and with some pressure, up the full length of her pussy.

As the fingers on her breasts began teasing her nipples, Elle felt Jack’s tongue begin its own exploration of her sex. It delved into the folds of her labia, burying itself between the deep furrows. It ran up and over the hood covering her clitoris, before diving down between her lips, glistening now with the combination of his saliva and her lubricants. Then it was inside her.

Bringing her hands – which until now had been clasping the sheets of the bed – up to his head, Elle clasped his face into her, urging his tongue deeper. It felt to her like there was a point deep inside her which, if he could only reach it, would bring her instantly to climax.

Jack, his mouth firmly clamped over her pussy, nose buried alongside her clit, extended his tongue as far as it would go. He knew that her pleasure was intensifying and, if he could only reach a little further, he might put her over the edge. Running out of air before finding that point, he shifted tactic.

Pressing his head backwards, he felt her hands relax. Withdrawing his tongue, he ran it up to the apex where the folds of her labia met, a small hood shielding her clitoris. Her back arched and her fingers clasped at his hair as he darted his tongue under the hood and around the circumference of her clit. Shocks of sensation radiated out through her nerves from that minute point, her muscles clenching involuntarily.

Jack’s tongue resumed it’s exploration, this time seeking the key to Elle’s orgasm in its treatment of her clit. Alternating through running circles around the edge and quick flicks up and down, he increased the intensity of her pleasure. Then, as she teetered precariously on the brink of climax, he pursed his lips slightly and sucked her clitoris out of the cover of its protective hood. As it swelled in the suction he swiped the tip of his tongue hard across the surface. She cried out as orgasm overtook her. Her fingers, still entwined in his hair, pulled him hard against her. She clenched her thighs against his head, holding him tightly in their embrace. Jack, seeking to prolong her pleasure, continued rolling his tongue around and over her clit. His hand on her belly felt her twitching muscles synchronise with the motion of his tongue as the spasms of orgasm rolled through her. Only when he felt the tension in her body release, did he release her clitoris.

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It was still dark, everything was shrouded in shadows as Felicity looked around the room, she wasn’t sure why she had woken up, she was still exhausted from yesterday.

Tired and annoyed with being awake, she scanned the room, Amy was fast asleep next to her, laying on her front to ease the pain of her back and buttocks.

Joseph was snoring, not loudly, but enough to be heard clearly. She could make out the basic shape of him but little else, squeezed in by his side was another shape, the German woman he had fucked the day before. Her eyes glittered in the darkness and Felicity realised she too was awake.

The woman was careful as she slipped out of Joe’s arms, she moved without a sound and stood up, she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, completely naked, she walked on tip toes to the bedroom door.

Felicity watched her, she was poetry in motion as she moved, athletically built, tall and well-toned, even in the darkness, Felicity could tell she was a superbly fit person.

The door opened, the light from the hallway illuminated the room a little and gave Felicity a clearer view of the tall blonde woman, she looked over her shoulder at Felicity and beckoned for her to follow, stepping into the hallway but waiting, holding the door open for Felicity.

Curiosity got the better of her, she slipped silently from the bed, Felicity adjusted the long cotton T-shirt she had worn to bed before following the German woman out into the hallway.

The door closed and they were alone in the dorms hallway, the woman held out her hand with a smile. “Anna.” She said in introduction.

They shook hands briefly, more of a quick clasp than a proper handshake as Felicity replied with her own name.

Anna cocked her head to one side, her face had a look of curiosity on it, “why are you wearing clothes?” she asked in genuine surprise.

In the semi-privacy of the dorms, everyone tended to go nude, only Felicity and Amy wore something to sleep in or walk the hallways, they had been given quizzical looks before, but no one had bothered to ask why, until now.

“Given the choice, I don’t like to be seen naked.” Felicity replied honestly.

Anna seemed amused by the answer, but shrugged and turned away, striding down the hall with a simple “come.” By way of instruction.

Felicity understood the amusement, it did seem a little silly to wear clothes after the events, everyone here had watched her bare bum as she had ridden joe and they had all seen her being fucked by him during the race yesterday.

Anna turned back and looked at a still stationary Felicity, “come, you will like.” She said by way of encouragement.

Startled out of her thoughts, she followed Anna, it was hard not to admire the tall woman’s naked rear, she was all toned muscle, lightly tanned without any lines, a few red whip marks stood out on her back, but other than that her skin was unblemished.

They walked on silently, bare feet making little noise as the padded down the halls and out into the night, crossing the lawns they had all raced over and into a small building that looked like a boathouse, it stood partially out over the private lake and had a jetty.

Anna opened the door and stood aside for Felicity to enter. Inside she was warmly greeted by a few of the other girls she had competed against yesterday.

They kissed her cheeks and hugged her, welcoming her into their little party, Anna passed her a glass of wine and they gathered around a table, taking seats in plush leather chairs.

The room was tastefully decorated, the theme was classical, leather furniture in an old style, Persian rugs, Oak furnishings, two large crystal chandeliers lit the room brightly and the walls were wood panelling.

Felicity looked around at the expensive furnishings and tried to guess why she had been invited here. She sat cross-legged in one of the chairs and waited for an explanation.

Helen, a woman in her early forties made the introductions.

Pointing everyone out and giving their names and origins, there was Anna from Hamburg and slave to Master William, she was about thirty and friendly.

Theresa from London and pet to Lady Townsend, closer to Felicity in age and height, pale skinned, almost midnight black hair and startlingly bright blue eyes, like most of them she was slim, small breasted and naked.

Gabriella from Naples, slave to Master James, she was well tanned with dark brown hair, in her early Thirties with pierced nipples, belly and wore numerous thin chains over her body. She smiled warmly at Felicity and stood to give her another set of kisses on the cheek.

Gabriella sat back down, “I’m only half Italian, I was born in Naples, but I’m boringly English now.” She said with a laugh.

Felicity smiled back, the half Italian woman was fairly plain to look at but had such a cheerful disposition she was impossible to ignore.

Then there was Helen herself, just over Forty, still very fit and youthful, decidedly upper-class and with light brown mecidiyeköy escort hair, freckled pale skin, piercing green eyes and perfectly manicured body. She was the leader here, pet to Sir David himself and one of the founders of this little club.

Helen briefly explained, Felicity was now a member of the ‘winners circle’, this club was for the riders who won the steeple chase. It was considered the hardest race to win and by doing so she was now part of this exclusive group.

Helen had won it five times back in her glory days, she didn’t compete anymore but remained club president.

Theresa had won twice, Gabriella once and Anna three times, two other members were not here, but Felicity was told they would be next year and if she chose to compete again she would meet them then.

“We are all rather pleased it’s you, that horrid bitch Elouise Dupont, looked like she might take it.” Said Helen, “She and that nasty prick of an owner of hers are not welcome in my home.” Her tone was emphatic and Felicity gathered the others felt the same.

Introductions over with, they moved onto club matters, it became apparent that this wasn’t just a place to relax and chat, Helen kept tabs on everyone, from now on if Felicity needed advice on anything she could call on the club, they were a team, supporting each other in their daily lives and had a variety of expertise.

Felicity was a little overwhelmed by it all, but felt welcome and impressed, for the first time since coming to Sir David’s estates, she felt secure and safe. She could tell that even within such a short time, these people were going to be her friends for a very long time.

They talked for quite some time, Anna gave her quite the insight into the next few event’s she would be in, useful advice and while some of the information was decidedly frightening, it was immensely helpful.

Felicity was shown around the club house, there was a bar, various sex toys, a jacuzzi, computers and access to the lake, two row boats and one small engine motor boat. She could come here anytime she wished and they also had a club house in London. Her name would be added to the list and she could gain access anytime, day or night, there was always someone on duty there.

To officialise her membership she needed to pose for her members photo, on one of the walls hung everyone else’s picture.

They had all posed fully naked, each picture was full bodied and full frontal nude.

Theresa had posed with a dildo, she had stood with her legs spread and a bright red dildo shoved inside her.

Anna’s picture had her holding her hair up with one hand while squeezing one of her breasts with the other.

Helen had just stood with hands on hips, legs slightly open to show her shaved mound off.

Gabriella’s was the naughtiest, cupping one breast and using her other hand to spread her labia, showing a pierced clit and open hole.

Kelly, one of the absent members, had gone for a demure pose, covering her bare breasts with both hands but leaving her shaved pussy on display.

Imogen, the other missing member, posed with her tongue out, hands behind her back and legs wide open, it was a cheeky and playful look. Felicity decided she would probably get on quite well with her.

Normally Felicity would have been nervous about posing naked for a picture, but here she felt comfortable with it and stripped off her cotton T-shirt without having to be asked.

Standing in front of all the other pictures, just as the other girls had, she struck a smiler pose to that of Helens, her hands on her hips, legs together with one knee slightly out, her hips at an angle and her back straight, a bright smile on her face as the camera clicked and her image was taken.

The picture would join the others and a copy sent to the London club house, other than that there would be no other copies, she wasn’t even allowed one for herself. This place and the house in London where the only places it would ever be seen. Which was fine with Felicity, as she liked her privacy.

The meeting broke up and they all kissed each other before leaving, it wasn’t the kisses on the cheek, they were deep French kisses, lips locked and tongues flickering. This was the way she would greet and leave club members from now on, one rule they all had to obey, even in public. Felicity thought about that as she walked back to her room, it might cause problems in the future, especially with Tiffany.

Felicity slipped back into bed next to a still sleeping Amy, she fell asleep slowly, still tasting Helen and Gabriella, the pair had fingered each other before kissing and had licked the cum from their fingers, then kissed everyone else goodbye. Club membership might be fun.

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The next day, Tiffany woke them at the crack of dawn, she wasn’t going to let a repeat of the day before happen.

She had them shower and dress for the days first event, this time Felicity too was placed beşiktaş escort in a harness, white like Amy’s, the leather straps crisscrossed her body, leaving her large breasts bare, with a thin leather strap parting her pussy lips and bum crack, a butt plug with a strawberry blonde tail was inserted, the tail matched her natural colour and was made from her own hair.

Her bridle matched Amy’s too, blinkered to obscure her peripheral vision and with long reins attached.

Amy wore the same, her tail blond, Joe’s was black to match his hair too. They all wore knee high leather boots, the girls with stilettoed heels.

Today’s first event was a team event, all would be taking turns to pull the buggy, with Tiffany in the carriage.

There was no ‘fuck penalty’ in this event and remembering how badly she had whipped Amy, Tiffany left the whip in the room, not trusting herself to do it again in the excitement of the race.

They took their places and watched as the first two teams got ready for their run, this was a race against time, beating the other team was important, but the stop watch was the real competition, as only two teams at a time ran, the quickest time decided the overall winners.

Anna and her team were up first, racing against the Welsh team, unless something went drastically wrong the Welsh team would lose, they were all in their late forties of early fifties, fit looking but nothing like the youth and vitality of the Germans.

Felicity admired the athletic build of Anna all over again, she was majestic, her tight and muscled body looked great in her leather harness, the straps biting into her flesh only accentuated the perfection of her body, her breasts wobbled a little as she strode forward to take her place as the final ‘pony’.

The German Girl who had raced yesterday in the buggy run took up her place in the harness, while their ‘stallion’ waited at the end of the long straight. This was a simple race, run the straight, change places with the ‘stallion’ and then run back, change again to the girl who was usually a rider and race to the finish.

The flag went down and surprisingly the Welsh girl took the lead, but it didn’t last long, The German girl, taller, fitter and stronger soon surged past, her long legs pumping as she gained her full stride, the crowded pavilion of watchers cheering her on as she reached a full run, not many could reach a full run, most could at best do a trot while pulling a buggy and passenger.

She stormed past the ‘stallion’ and executed a tight turn, bringing herself level with their male runner for a quick and efficient change. He was halfway to Anna before the Welsh had even changed runners.

Anna didn’t get over confident, she still ran like the wind, matching the achievement of a full run, her long legs hammered up and down, the muscles on her thighs working beautifully, Felicity began to understand why these events were watched so avidly, the near naked bodies looked so sexy as they ran, even the sweat was sexy, a glow to the skin from exertion, sweat glistening in the early morning sun and the panting breathes of the runners.

Anna flew past the finishing post to a round of applause from the crowd and a few of the other competitors, Felicity enthusiastically added her own, pleased for her new friend.

Flushed from her run, Anna smiled at Felicity in thanks, giving her a wave as she walked past.

Amy and Tiffany took their places at the starting point, they were up against the diminutive but powerfully built Japanese team.

Amy looked nervous and in pain, her harness rubbed at her red marked back and Felicity felt sorry for her, unlike Felicity, Amy didn’t enjoy pain and got no pleasure from it. Still she took her place with determination, even though she still blushed with embarrassment to be seen so naked by so many people.

She looked so very innocent and young, yet her good performance in the race yesterday had people betting on her to either win or place well.

Amy stood at the ready, one leg forward and bent, flushed as she was, her small pale breasts stood out, her puffy nipples erect as adrenalin started to course through her body. She flicked her twin braided hair and looked down the course with focus.

The Flag went down and Tiffany yelled out and gave a flick of the reins, Amy surged forward, letting out a grunt as she got the large wheeled buggy moving, she was strong for such a small framed girl, growing up on a farm had made her deceptively powerful.

Amy reached a full run, the crowd cheered as she pelted down the track, she ignored them, focusing on Josephs waiting mass, her small tits jiggled wildly as she ran, her legs pumped quickly and she let out fast snorts of breath from her nose as she powered down the lane.

The Japanese girl was well behind her, a poor start had left them trailing and her masters whip cracked continuously, but to little avail.

Amy made a very fast turn and Tiffany etiler escort leapt out of the buggy to make the change over to Joe.

It was fast, not as quick as the Germans, but well-practiced motions had Joe into the harness and pelting down the track towards an excited Felicity in moments.

His massive frame pulled the buggy with ease and he was running full tilt within a few strides, his long cock slapped from thigh to thigh and the crowd admired his dark physic as he ran. Felicity admired it too, he was very good looking and even though his cock had been painful when it had rammed in and out of her, she still liked the look of it.

Joseph ran towards Felicity, she looked great in leather, her massive DD breasts on display for all to see, her reddish gold pubes split by the white leather was a turn on, he felt himself smile, fucking her tight cunt had been so good, her Lilly white ass had jiggled beautifully as he rammed in and out of her.

Joe was getting hard, his cock lifted and pointed the way, aimed right at Felicity, she saw it and went a little wide eyed, ‘what the hell was he thinking’ she wondered as he raced past her and made a quick turn, panting hard, he stood next to her as Tiffney made the change over.

Distracted by Joes erect cock, Felicity didn’t respond to the first flick of the reins, Tiffany’s shout brought her back and she set off, she had lost precious seconds but the Japanese had only just started back.

With no one to race against but the clock, Felicity gritted her teeth and pulled the buggy as fast as she could.

She couldn’t get to a full run, it was more a fast jog, still her large breasts bounced around painfully, normally she liked having big tits, but not when she was doing this without a sports bra to hold them.

The crowd loved it though, clapping as they watched her large tits bounce up and down, her pale skin sweating, the sun making her body glisten, as she pushed herself to go faster, a cheer told her the Japanese team had hitched up and were on the chase.

She was already halfway, her legs were on fire though and she was unused to pulling a buggy, she regretted not training harder for this event.

Still she past the finish line well ahead of the other team and looked up at the clock in exhaustion.

Tiffany was pleased with the time, it wasn’t as fast as Anna’s team, but it was good, she had been to these events before and knew it would be a hard time to beat, Amy and Joseph had given them a very good lead, despite Felicity’s poor performance, they would place well.

The other teams performed well, the one exception being Theresa’s team, who didn’t seem to care if they won, instead her ‘stallion’ fucked her mid-exchange,

Black hair flung about wildly as he slammed into her body, her harness pulled to one side, her tail held in the air. The man rammed into her passionately and all could tell they were experienced lovers, she squealed in delight as he took her and the crowd roared their appreciation as she bucked her hips onto him.

Her Mistress whipped the buttocks of her ‘stallion’ with enthusiasm, making him drive deeper into Theresa’s dripping wet pussy. They looked to be enjoying themselves immensely and Felicity watched with a hint of jealously, wishing she was as brave and casual about sex in a public setting.

Once the times were calculated, Felicity and Amy were pleasantly surprised to find they had taken third place, Anna’s team was First, the French second and they were Third, the prize money for Third wasn’t fantastic, but it was nearly three thousand pounds each after the split.

The teams left for their respective rooms, they had about two hours for lunch and a rest before the evening event.

Felicity made her excuses and went to the club house. Helen was waiting and they kissed deeply by way of greeting, Felicity decided it was a rather nice way to say hello and enthusiastically greeted Gabriella in the same way when she arrived.

Gabriella responded passionately, dipping her fingers into Flick’s moist pussy as she did so, in any other circumstance, Flick would have pulled away, she had two lovers, Amy and Tiffany. That was enough for her, but this was different, it wasn’t sexual in a cheating way, it was part of being in the club and she quite liked it.

She let Gabriella feel around inside her, enjoying the sensation of the older woman’s explorations as they kissed.

Hellen coughed politely, “affectionate greetings are encouraged girls, fucking is not.” She laughingly admonished them.

Gabriella smirked and licked her fingers clean as she stepped away, Felicity blushed in shame and apologised.

The two older women smiled at her, reassuring her there was no need to say sorry, she had not gone too far, Helen had just wanted to make sure they didn’t take it any further.

Felicity still blushed, she wasn’t used to doing things like that, not with an audience, being here on the estate had her doing things she never thought she would do. It was a thrill in some ways and in others a change she wasn’t sure she liked.

The rules for what they wore during the day were quite strict, she had not wanted to walk the grounds in her leather harness, it showed far too much, leaving her breasts bare and her pussy split by the this strap, hardly something she was comfortable being seen in.

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Spring Break Ch. 13: Tuesday Morning

Steve tried his luck with Ingrid with everyone else gone

Category: Anal

Tags: Anal; Fertile sex; Friend’s mother; MILF; Masturbation; Orgasm; Panty sniffing; Pregnant; Vibrator

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. The work may draw on actual historic events, but the actions of the characters within these events are purely fictitious. Where actual institutions are mentioned, their names are used purely to fit the plot. No real person, group of persons affiliated with these institutions or the institutions itself, have engaged, to the author’s knowledge, in the acts described in this work.

All characters in sexual situations, real or implied, are 18 or above. Any similarities between real persons and characters within this work are coincidental and unintended.

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Acknowledgements:

I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text (multiple times) and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.

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Local words:

Matric: Final year of secondary school, equivalent to Grade 12 or Senior Year.

Rage: A short holiday, typically taken in small groups of friends, after completing their matric exams to celebrate their scholastic freedom. Without adult supervision, several young adults indulge in sex and alcohol abuse during this break.

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Earlier in the series:

Dirk and Steve had decided to visit Dirk’s home on a farm near Tzaneen, where Dirk’s young widowed step-mother (Ingrid), and his sister Alta lived. Their holiday started when they hit the road, in Dirk’s red Citi Golf, to travel the 1,800 kilometers (1200 mi) from Stellenbosch where the two study at university:

Chapter 1: With the radio broken Steve initially hassled Dirk about his sexual encounters, or fantasies thereof, with his step-mother, Ingrid. When Dirk denied all, they decided to tell each other about past sexual experiences to pass the almost-twenty hours they expected to be on the road, travelling over two days Steve was first to tell about the sex he had with Juliette, a lactating young mother, during his Matric Rage holiday.

Chapter 2: Dirk told of how he took the virginity of his best friend’s twin sister.

Chapter 3: Steve told of the recent sex he had with his sister’s friend, Sandra, on the theme of Final Fantasy.

Chapter 4: While the pair overnight at Steve’s home; Steve’s mother, Laura, relives some erotic memories. Sandra and Steve, meanwhile, continue their Final Fantasy tryst.

Chapter 5: Back on the road after an intimate farewell with Laura, Dirk tells of his adventure with a girl, whose life he had saved after she was swept into the sea.

Chapter 6: Steve tells of his group sex escapade during his Rage, having sex with three girls during a strip game.

Chapter 7: Dirk tells how Steve’s sister, Sis, and her friend, Sandra, surprised him in his bed the previous night. See also ‘Sandra’s Challenge’ and ‘Sis’s Transformation’ for more of Sandra and Sis’s adventures.

Chapter 8: The two horny friends, from all the sex talk in the car, arrived at Dirk’s home, where Dirk discovered that his step-mother had fantasies about him impregnating her.

Chapter 9: Steve got his chances to have sex with Alta, and get even with Dirk for having his way with Sis.

Chapter 10: Alta tried to match Dirk up with her best friend – Wilma. But Wilma’s boyfriend, Wimpie, arrived unannounced and Wilma spent the night with him.

Chapter 11: While Dirk doing his rounds on the farm, Alta took Steve and Wilma to ‘The Archives’, an idyllic cave, obscured from view by a waterfall’s curtain, with a romantic history. The waterfall feeds a mountain pool, next to a clearing in the mountain forest on the farm. The trio’s erotic trysts ended with a spasm of Steve’s back.

Chapter 12: Wilma honored her dare with Alta and enjoyed a passionate night with Dirk.

NOTE: A short abstract (82 words) from ‘Passion’ a 2005 novel (with erotic undertones) by Lisa Valdez is made in this work. The relevant text is in Italics print. Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 contain paraphrasings from the same novel.

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Dirk, still naked, as he had spent the night, picked clothes from his drawers, suitable for going into the field to finish off his inspections of the farm. His dick still at half-mast after he refilled the cinnamon brunette’s pussy minutes ago. A rustle on his bed interrupted his search. As he looked towards the sound, he saw Wilma, her shoulder-length hair ruffled, and her nipples standing proud on bağcılar escort her D-sized breasts. She was getting out of his bed, stark naked.

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you needed sleep?”

Wilma smiled. “I’ve got to pee. Besides, I need to clean up. It is not easy to sleep if cum keeps on oozing out of me.” She picked her gown up from the floor, flashing her pussy at Dirk, glimmering from their spread-out sex juices, when she bent over. A blob of semen escaped her pussy and slipped down her thigh, until Wilma scooped it onto a finger and sucked her finger suggestively. When done, she smeared the trickle of their sex juices over her inner thigh, preventing these to drip onto the floor.

Dirk’s dick stiffened in response. He knew he should ignore Wilma, but the opportunity was too tempting to resist. He slid a finger into her pussy to gather jizz, and helped her upright while pinching her nipple with his lubricated finger. His dick pushed against her buttocks.

Wilma purred and turned around and pecked a kiss. “You said Paul would be here soon.” She stood back, stepped into her panties to prevent the flow from seeping down her thigh. Next, she pulled her gown over her shoulders and slipped into the passage, heading towards the bathroom.

Dirk wiped the last jizz from his finger onto his hairy chest and continued his search for the day’s attire. When he was satisfied that he had his entire outfit, down to his boots, he took his Dopp kit and peeked into the passage. All was quiet, except for the sounds coming from the bathroom, where Wilma tried to clean herself. He dashed towards the slice of light, spilling out of the bathroom into the dark passage, confident that he would cover the distance unnoticed.

Wilma noticed his swinging dick when he entered the bathroom and smiled. “Aren’t you afraid someone may see you running naked through the house?” Her knees were bent and spread out whilst trying to scoop their juices out of her vagina with two of her fingers.

Dirk shook his head. “Nah, they are all asleep. If you are so concerned about me, then you should close the bathroom door properly.”

Wilma blushed as she rinsed her fingers under the running water in the basin. She slipped her fingers into her vagina to work more cum out, before rinsing it off in the basin. “You filled me up properly, didn’t you?”

Dirk quietly closed the bathroom door and stepped in behind Wilma. His six-foot-four body towered over her five-foot-four physique. He wrapped his arms around her torso and started to work her nipples, his stiffening dick pressed against her gown.

After a few more scoops, Wilma was satisfied that she had removed the bulk of Dirk’s load from her pussy. She gathered toilet paper from the roll to wipe the last remnants from her pussy before she took a face cloth, wet it under the water and wiped her pussy clean. When done, she cleaned her thighs and breasts with the face cloth before tucking her gown’s sides closed and tying the waistband.

Dirk, without further distraction, opened the warm water tap in the shower. While waiting for the water from the geyser to flow through the pipes, he filled the basin and applied shaving foam onto his face.

Wilma slipped in behind Dirk while he shaved. She wrapped her arms around his waist and took hold of his dick, which immediately tucked in her hand. She leaned forward, and whispered into his ear, “Thanks for last night.” She kissed him on the neck, and continued, “I’m going home today, so don’t expect a visit tonight.” She gave his dick a few pumps before turning around to return to Dirk’s bedroom.

Ingrid woke up from the sound of splattering water in the communal bathroom which Alta and Dirk normally shared. Recalling how Dirk had fucked her from behind two nights ago in the shower, her right hand involuntarily slipped into her briefs and onto her nether lips. She was glad that Wilma had spent the night with Dirk, unsure if she would have had the courage to reject his advances.

Ingrid gasped when her finger slid over her clit and into her folds, surprised at how wet she was – evidence of the nature of the dreams she had during the night, which left a fading ember of sexual lust in her. She tried to reconstruct the dreams from the misty recollections, but only recalled the wonderful sex while her partner, probably Dirk, and the location remained shrouded in mystery.

The vision of two nights ago, when Dirk joined her in her shower after their first round of making love, surprised her. The continued splatter of water from the shower reignited the fading ember of lust, and she knew bahçelievler escort she had to quench it if she wanted to remain strong in rejecting any advances made by the two young men in the house.

She knew her night with her stepson was an error, an act done in weakness after she had been celibate for six months after Rudy, her deceased husband, had died unexpectedly. She was determined to refrain from intercourse, and to be careful not to entice the two young men during their weeklong visit with neither her behavior nor her clothing. She was also determined to minimize interaction with the young men.

In an attempt to smother the ember with other thoughts, she envisioned her tasks for the day, but the continued splatter of water, and the recollections it invoked, had the opposite effect – it added tinder to the ember.

Accepting defeat, she tried a different approach, stoking the ember into a fire, and let it burn out before leaving her bedroom. She reached for the vibrator in the bedside drawer and rubbed the tip over her clit and switched it on. She pulled with her left hand onto her mons to pull back her clit hood and shivered as the vibrator’s tip vibrated over her glans.

Although pleasurable, it wasn’t what Ingrid wanted and she slid the vibrator into her vagina, hoping to get the fire going that way. She turned up the intensity of the vibrations, but soon sighed, disappointed, as the ember didn’t react to her ministrations. After the thrill of having Dirk inside her, the vibrator seemed small, and its effect, uninspiring. She switched the vibrator off and returned it to its charging station in the bedside drawer.

Ingrid’s desire to remain chaste, stemmed from her desire to meet someone whom she could marry and have children with. And her efforts to behave with dignity in the community, after being called a whore by getting pregnant by a cheating Rudy, seemed to pay off. One of Alta’s teachers expressed interest in dating her. She reprimanded herself in her lapse in self-control; she had to do better if she wanted to avoid such libidinous thoughts.

She shook her head as to expel the thoughts of having sex, she wanted to avoid accidental sexual encounters. Thoughts on how to take care of the smoldering ember swirled through her mind, while she unintentionally kept it alive by rubbing her clit.

Ingrid decided to go to the kitchen and get stuff ready for Dirk. It would distract her from the randy thoughts which kept on swirling through her mind, and, hopefully, deprive the ember from of oxygen. She got up and took a pee, slipping her briefs off her legs and glanced at the soaked gusset. A quick calendar check in her head, confirmed the increase in cervical mucus from the day or two before, was a sign that she had entered her fertile period. She tossed her briefs towards the washing basket, where they draped over the edge.

When done, she wiped her vulva and let the night shirt slip over her hips, covering her hips and upper thighs. She washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. The nightshirt’s neck wasn’t so deep that a hint of her boobs showed. She smiled, it would be ‘safe’ to roam in the house as her attire wasn’t revealing at all. Besides, she planned to be back in her bedroom before Dirk’s arrival in the kitchen.

After she got the percolator going and set the stuff for Dirk’s breakfast and coffee on the breakfast nook, she looked towards the scullery – she recalled that something bothered her when she filled the percolator with water. She smiled as she noticed the glass someone used during the night to drink water standing precariously on the edge of the sink’s drying area. She couldn’t understand why it bothered her as she would normally ignore it. It might be the thought that the glass may fall into the sink and break.

The splatter stopped as Ingrid walked back into the scullery and placed the glass in the sink. She was about to leave the kitchen, when realizing that the glass may break, or it may break something else, if it toppled over when the sink was filled with water. She returned to the sink to flip the glass onto its side inside the sink. She normally would have done it before filling the sink in any case.

Meanwhile, Dirk toweled his body and put on his clothes. He collected his toiletries and returned it to the Dopp kit. When dropping his stuff off in his bedroom, he looked at Wilma, then tucked in under the duvet on his bed. “Sweet dreams.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek and saw how the smile on Wilma’s face grew. He decided to make a detour past the guest room where Steve was sleeping to check up on şirinevler escort his varsity pal on his way to the kitchen.

Steve’s back had acted up when he had had anal sex with Wilma, the previous day in ‘The Archives’. Steve had a good dose of pain killer and muscle relaxant to manage his back and pain, and was knocked out, even before he had his evening meal.

Dirk knocked on the door and opened it when he heard nothing. “Steve… Hey, how are you?” The heavy scent of the muscle relaxant was still hanging in the room.

Steve’s even breathing was the only response. Dirk decided to let his pal rest and went to the kitchen to have coffee and breakfast before Paul, the farm manager, came over to start the inspections.

Ingrid was still faffing around in the kitchen when Dirk entered. She looked surprised at him, and gestured towards the stuff which she had prepared for him. “I woke up early and thought I’d get your stuff ready.” She walked towards the percolator. “The coffee is ready, I’ll pour you some.”

Dirk was still shaking Rice Krispies into his bowl when Ingrid slid in next to him to place a mug with coffee from the percolator on the breakfast nook’s countertop. He slipped his hand around Ingrid’s waist and pulled her into him. “Thank you, you are spoiling me.”

Ingrid looked up at Dirk and, her heart racing, smiled sweetly. “It is the least I can do.”

Dirk looked at Ingrid, and in the spur of the moment, lowered his lips onto hers. When she didn’t resist, he slithered his tongue onto her lips.

Ingrid froze momentarily before she opened her lips and started to play with Dirk’s tongue with hers. She purred contentedly as Dirk’s hand cupped her breast and his fingers gripped her nipple through the thin material of her nightshirt. His other hand slid down her back onto her globes, where he sensed that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Trying to stand strong, Ingrid broke the kiss and firmly removed Dirk’s hand from her breast. “No, we can’t.”

But Ingrid’s eyes sent out a different message, with the ember rekindled, her eyes asked for more. She didn’t move away from Dirk, as she knew she should, enjoying the feeling of Dirk’s growing erection pressing against her.

Dirk lowered his lips onto Ingrid’s again, slipping his hand in through her arm opening to grip her hard nipple directly with his fingers. His other hand worked her shirt up until her buttocks were bare. He felt how Ingrid momentarily relaxed, how she softly mewled while her tongue wrestled with his. His finger probed for her vaginal opening and soon found the wet entrance and slid inside.

Ingrid stiffened momentarily, and then broke free, slipping out of Dirk’s hold. “No, we can’t. I’m serious.” She looked into Dirk’s eyes. “This is wrong, get yourself a girlfriend your own age and stay true to her. I want to love again, and I don’t want you to spoil it for me.” She turned around to escape to her bedroom.

Dirk got hold of her shoulder and held her back. “I’m good, but beware of Steve. He may not stop once he gets going.”

Ingrid looked into Dirk’s eyes. “I’ll try.”

“You should do better than ‘try’. You are on his bucket list!” Dirk let go of Ingrid’s shoulder.

Ingrid rushed to her bedroom to avoid the situation, slamming the door closed behind her. She fell down on her bed, her tense body shaking, with the ember ready to burst into flames, she ached for a release.

It took effort to reach for her drawer to retrieve her vibrator. Dirk’s attention may just be what the doctor ordered to work down her horny state. And she needed to work it off before Steve woke up.

She was in the throes of her orgasm when Caesar, Dirk’s German shepherd started to bark excitedly to announce the arrival of Paul, the farm manager.

She worked out the last of her orgasm, making sure the ember was properly spent, before she returned the vibrator to its charging station. Spent, but ready to face the day, she got up to start her ablutions. She grimaced as she thought of her interaction with Dirk, but it left her proud that she could withstand Dirk’s advances. She felt confident that she could handle Steve’s advances, especially if she minimized interaction with him.

Ingrid was still in the shower when the phone rang. She hastily donned her nightgown over her wet body and rushed to answer the phone. It was Sharon, one of Alta’s classmates, who wanted to talk to Alta.

Ingrid knocked on Alta’s bedroom door and peered inside when she heard a grumble. “Sharon is on the phone, she wants to talk to you.” She waited until Alta picked up the secondary phone in the passage before retreating to her bedroom to return the primary phone’s handset to its base.

She was still drying her hair when Alta knocked and peeped into her room. “Sharon invited me and Wilma for her birthday, Mrs. Reader already gave the green light for Wilma to go. Can I go?” She paused momentarily before she continued. “Before the break, Sharon warned me that she planned something for her birthday.”

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Ninth Part of The Unspoken Society series—about an intimate club for college students. In the previous story, Roles Reversed, Traci and Justin explore pegging together. This leads Traci to confess some kinkier desires. Also—fair warning. There is a pegging scene later in this chapter. If that’s not your jam, skip out the next morning when Traci asks to fuck Justin’s brains out. Otherwise, enjoy it all.

Traci opened her door and stepped out before I even knocked.

“Let’s go, Justin!” Her face burned while she closed the door.

“Of course, baby.” I looped my arm through hers and led her away from her doorstep.

“Oh my God! I couldn’t even look at Jeanette when I was leaving. She had to know that I was doing something embarrassing.”

I laughed. “So I take it you followed instructions?”

Traci looked around quickly and then lowered her voice.

“Your poor, innocent girlfriend is satisfying her wicked boyfriend’s dark demands. No panties, and a butt plug lodged in her ass. She’s trying not to drip in the streets.”

“So those things are winding her up, huh?”

“Of course not. Her body is just preparing for the unspeakable acts that her boyfriend wants to perpetrate on her. Double teamed in front of her friend Monica. Forced to expose her most private moments. And forced to go to dinner like a complete slut beforehand.”

“Hmmm, sounds disgraceful.”

“And the worst part? She knows that only a tramp would put up with a boyfriend like that. And she goes way beyond putting up with him.”

“Oh?”

“She loves him, and it galls her that she secretly loves what he does to her.”

“Caught between the good girl and the bad girl?”

“Exactly. Now, she hopes her boyfriend is going to pamper the good girl and the bad girl through dinner and whatever depraved intentions he harbors afterward.”

I pulled her close. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

Traci snorted, but she relaxed and warmed up to our conversation while we walked over. I checked in with her about her day and her friends, asking some follow up questions to what she told me.

At one point, Traci laughed and pulled my hips into hers.

“I guess I have to thank Monica again,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Her mentoring you on listening. It’s working. So I have some consolation for you corrupting me.”

I smiled back, pleased that Traci noticed. And also aware of her gentle encouragement to keep it up.

We arrived and joined Monica and Eric for dinner at one of the inexpensive but fun places that caters to the college crowd. After greeting them, I held Traci’s seat for her. She smoothed her skirt carefully before sitting down and letting me tuck her in.

“Such a well-groomed young woman,” Monica observed, a smirk on her face.

Traci’s cheeks reddened. “Something like that.”

Monica laughed, then confided. “I decided to match your outfit, in solidarity with a sister.”

Traci’s eyes flashed to Monica. “I appreciate it, but something tells me your ‘mentoring’ has emboldened my boyfriend to unleash his darker nature. And so here we find ourselves.”

“And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Traci scoffed, and pointedly looked over to Eric. “Tell me about your day, Eric.”

We all laughed, getting a very slight smile out of Traci. Eric played along, and we got into our usual easy conversation.

The evening sparkled. I watched Monica and Eric operate, now aware of some things from a class on conversations and building relationships that Traci and I attended at the club. They drew us out, and they shared interesting stories about things around the school and in their friend groups. As Traci had indicated, Monica had woven some of that into her mentoring to me, and I knew that Eric was also working with her. At a pause in the conversation, I decided to bring that up.

“Monica, Traci mentioned that she appreciated your mentoring on listening, so thank you for making my relationship better with my girlfriend. But I also want to thank you and Eric for taking so much interest in us. Now that I think about it, you both have spent a tremendous amount of time working with us. Thank you so much for that.”

“And maybe you wonder why we favor you two so much?” Monica’s intuition had hit home.

“Yes. Why do we have all the luck?” Everyone laughed. I could tell that Traci felt the same way.

“Okay. Story time again. You’ve heard about our mentors, and how they took us as a personal project. We grew close to them—you can guess how close—and we mourned the loss when they graduated and took jobs overseas. When they left, they counseled us to take on a couple of our own and build up another generation to keep the club alive. We fully expect to see them again in the future, but I think they wanted us to launch our own lives without too much dependency on them. And it’s worked. Eric and I have grown a lot by taking on leadership roles, and we’ve found our own couple to mentor.”

“Of course, they set a great example to follow, fındıkzade escort and some of our mentoring sessions reflect things they taught us.” She winked. “We have so many things to show you. But we have loved working with you two independent of that. You started off a lovely couple, but you both listen to us, trust us, and work to incorporate what we teach you. Think about it, Justin. How many times I’ve worked with you on something with Traci. And then I get thanks from her. Sometimes those thanks are full of raw intimacy and emotion.” Her eyes flashed over to Traci, and I felt my girlfriend’s leg press hard into mine.

“Who doesn’t want that kind of affirmation? I carry a warm glow for days after something like that. Of course I want to do it again.” She looked over at Eric.

“I get the same affirmation from Traci,” Eric continued. “I work with her on something, and I hear the story of your appreciation, Justin. I get to help make her an irresistible girlfriend for you, and it’s addicting. But we also are growing you as a couple, and we expect that you will rise to leadership positions in our little circle and beyond. You have big things ahead of you. We love mentoring a future power couple who takes our teaching to heart.”

“At the same time, we just enjoy mentoring in general. You’ll remember that we mentor another student each. We don’t think they would respond to the same, ah, social situation that you do, but we learn a lot by mentoring them. In fact, our mentors still video chat with us and encourage us to experience some purely professional situations. So we like working with our other mentees and you two professionally as well. And of course, most skills work both professionally and socially, so you gain both ways. We do mention that aspect to our other mentees, and they appreciate it. Both of them do well socially. We’ll have to introduce you sometime.”

“But I have to confess. We really spend time mentoring you two because we love it. You both start with a lot of positives, but you still want to learn and grow. Eager students make teaching fun, especially when you try out what we say. You both combine friendly personalities, spirits of adventure, and childlike innocence that draws us in. And then we get to join you for experiences like tonight. What’s not to like?”

We all laughed. Traci took my hand.

“While I’m still thinking clearly,” she said, “I want to say thank you for tonight. I’m a lucky girl to explore a fantasy like this, and I’m doing it with people I trust to take care of me. And you still let me play out my poor, innocent girlfriend character.” She looked around and met each of our eyes. “Thank you.”

Monica let the moment linger, then smiled.

“See what we mean? We make plans to use and abuse you in every way possible, and we get thanks from the heart. And you wonder why we keep going?”

Traci blushed, and we all enjoyed another round of laughter.

“Now,” Monica continued. “We have a good pause in the conversation. Justin, perhaps you could get us started again?”

So I did, using my skills and asking Monica about a necklace she wore. She brightened and answered that Eric noticed she liked it and got it for her. I got a wink from Eric, clearly pleased to have his girlfriend compliment him, and we launched into a new conversation about travel, new experiences, and gifts along the way.

At the next pause, Monica looked over.

“So Justin, your topic got a good conversation started, reminded me of why I love my boyfriend, and showed me that you care about what I wear and what it means. You are growing to make an excellent conversationalist. That will serve you well in any situation: professional, your girlfriend, and any other time you want to make friends. Perhaps in some of your paired dinners?”

We all grinned, then Monica supplied the next topic.

We savored the meal, and I think it helped Traci relax about the evening. Nothing needed to happen quickly—it could proceed at its own pace. Finally, the dinner wound down.

“As fabulous as I’m finding this dinner, I’m anticipating some amazing live theater,” Monica pointed out. “Should we get on our way?”

Traci laughed. “Wouldn’t want to hold you back,” she teased. “Besides, I’ve heard the actors are getting restless.”

“No kidding,” Monica replied. “I’ve heard they can’t wait for opening night. New roles for at least a couple of them.”

“And they’ve been waiting their whole lives to star,” Traci uttered.

My cock jolted at her statement. Traci revealed herself in flashes of insight at the most intriguing times. My put-together girlfriend had just confessed to a long-term erotic fantasy. I squeezed her hand, and I got an immediate confirmation back.

We paid up and made our way over to Monica’s apartment. It furnished the safest non-club space, since her roommate belonged to the club.

Monica led us to her bedroom. She sat down in a chair she had prepositioned, aksaray escort then curled her legs up.

“I’m all set here. Please make yourself at home. I can’t wait to see my innocent mentees take part in a double-team.”

Traci laughed, then kicked off her sandals. She walked to the foot of the bed and turned to face us. She held out her arms, and we moved to each side of her. I celebrated her clear invitation. She wanted this.

Eric and I warmed her up with our hands roaming her body and each of us kissing her passionately. We didn’t remove any clothing until Traci was writhing and moaning with need. Then, we gradually removed her clothes but remained dressed ourselves, making her the center of attention. My innocent girlfriend caught on and gasped, her naughty side spiking.

In time, I pulled her back onto the bed. I leaned back on the headboard and guided her between my legs. Then I reclined her against my chest, putting into place a plan Eric and I devised beforehand. He caressed her legs while I cradled her head in one hand and kissed her. Traci murmured under her breath. I don’t think she even heard herself. My other hand ranged over her chest, teasing her breasts and playing with the rigid peaks of her nipples.

Eric moved up her legs and got his tongue involved. After sufficient teasing, he finally moved to her swollen pussy. Traci melted down. She found herself in the midst of her deepest erotic dream. Sensuously cradled and loved by her boyfriend, licked to a frenzy by her second boyfriend, and fully exhibited for her worldly mentor. Love, lust, and naughtiness all mingled in her fevered brain.

I relished the opportunity to follow my girlfriend’s reactions to her climb. I got to know her in a new way while Eric took the main role of pleasuring. Traci lost herself in the moment, and I thrilled to feel the tremors run under her skin. I resolved to do this more often so I could delve deeper in her psyche. My put-together girlfriend kept her locks carefully guarded, but she had to relinquish that control in the heat of the moment with two boys all over her.

Eric skillfully worked Traci to the breaking point and then pushed her over. She convulsed in my arms while a wracking cry tore from her throat. I opened my senses and drank in everything. Her explosion of pleasure nearly overwhelmed me. Was this what she experienced every time we were together? I needed to pay more attention.

Traci twitched and shuddered through the aftershocks of her recovery. With a sigh, she relaxed into my arms.

“Wow. That was really good. I need to do that more often.”

We all laughed. Monica stirred from soothing the glistening lips of her pussy.

“Thanks for the show, Traci. I came hard. I can’t wait for act two.”

“Me either,” Traci replied. “Give me a few more minutes to relax, then I’ll ask my boy toys to rev me up again.”

“Spoken like a true queen, girlfriend,” Monica said.

We all chuckled, but I kept my focus on Traci. I nuzzled her neck and gently ran my fingers along her arms. Eric worked to keep her kitty purring, and I watched to learn a few tricks from a master. He knew just when to kiss, nuzzle, or gently lick, responding to her body like a dancer. He brought her gently down, but not too far. I tried his tricks on her breasts, following the erotic swells flowing across the ocean of Traci’s spirit.

“Ohhhh,” she purred, luxuriating in the ebb and flow of energy.

When Traci started climbing again, I gently guided her out of my lap. Monica, Eric and I had planned out that Traci would ride me while Eric worked his cock into her ass. We thought she would appreciate the intimacy with me while exploring this new sexual adventure. Eric kept her company while I undressed. I got comfortable on the bed and beckoned Traci to ride me. She aimed my cock into her pussy and sank down around me. I could feel the plug lodged next to my cock. Eric undressed behind us.

“Why don’t you stretch your legs out behind you, relax, and let Eric play with you,” I said.

“Sounds yummy,” Traci replied, smiling. She relaxed on top of me, and we gently made out while Eric traced his hands over her legs and butt. All of a sudden, I realized my front row seat to Traci’s every reaction. Her pussy—wrapped around my cock—would communicate the slightest quiver. My cock throbbed.

“What was that?” Traci said, smiling.

“I just grasped that I’m going to feel every response from Eric playing with you. Even as a goddess, you can’t hide.”

Traci’s eyes went wide while the ramifications crashed through her and her pussy pulsed around me. I heard Eric chuckling above. Traci prided herself on keeping her secrets and only letting them leak out when she wanted to.

“Boyfriend, you are going to pay so dearly for this.” Her eyes blazed into mine.

“It will be worth it,” I replied, pulling her down for a long kiss.

We alternated between kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes while eyüp escort Eric played. Occasionally, I felt little shivers run across her skin. She was loving this. Facedown, naked to her boyfriend in body and spirit, and impaled on his shaft. Her ass and legs open to her new, emerging boyfriend, and her new mentor and friend watching everything. Traci wanted to open herself like this. She liked people playing with her ass. She liked to relax, turn facedown, and let people play with her body however they liked.

Her eyes gave her away, and we both knew it. Another lock picked. I knew she had a submissive streak, but I hadn’t cracked exactly how it operated. She wanted to sink into herself and let her partner take care of her. More than the Daddy role play, she wanted a guy to pamper her inner girl. My cock hardened—I could work with this aspect of my girlfriend. Traci felt it and blushed. She leaned in for some kisses and the chance to hide the windows of her eyes—she had confessed enough for now. Then her pussy jolted to hear Eric snap open the lube, and she kissed me harder. This was happening. Eric gently removed the plug. Soon, he positioned himself behind Traci, and she relaxed her Kegels in preparation. Then, I felt it—the pressure of Eric’s cock slowly opening up her ass. Traci pushed out and opened herself, and I thrilled to feel my girlfriend grant complete access to her most private place and her most intimate reactions. A low moan vibrated through her throat, and her lips sizzled against mine.

Eric granted Traci the lead in impaling herself. She ground her ass in little circles, pushing back at the end of each one. My cock enjoyed that massage, but also jolted to feel Eric’s cock sliding nearby and tightening Traci’s pussy further. Deeper and deeper he roamed. Deeper and deeper came Traci’s moans.

Eric bottomed out, but Traci hiked her hips to drive him even further. I loved this about my girlfriend. She wanted it all. Soon, Traci’s pussy engulfed my cock when Eric rested his weight on her ass. She was taking both of us to the hilt. But that wasn’t enough. Traci started grinding her ass again, and her breath sizzled in my mouth. She needed friction. She needed to get off.

“You’re fucking volcanic. Go for it, girlfriend!” said Monica from beside us. I could hear the wet sounds of her pussy enjoying a workout.

Traci worked her ass in slowly increasing circles. She relaxed herself further and further. Then she stopped and pulled her knees forward.

“I’m ready, guys. Fuck me,” she said.

My head spun. My innocent girlfriend hunkered down in a double team, demanding to get fucked. The jolt passed through Eric also.

“Damn, girl, say what you want next time,” Monica added.

We all chuckled a little, but Eric wasted no time in pulling back and then smoothly driving into Traci’s ass. I moved my hands to her shoulders so I could maneuver her body in counterpoint. Our cocks pistoned into Traci while her lips burned into mine. I moved a hand to her chest and rolled the stiff nipple in my fingers. Traci groaned her appreciation.

My cock followed Traci’s climb. Her pussy enveloped me, but it throbbed to the pressure of Eric’s cock violating her passage next door. And then I had Traci melting down all around me. My mind whirled with the sensations.

Traci bore down, and her nipple hardened. She was rutting for a big cum. I worked her body over my cock, grinding my pubic bone into her clit. Eric drove deep and fucked her with short thrusts, keeping the pressure on her ass.

Traci locked up and then a spasm raced through her body. I pinned her down while she thrashed over me. Her throat alternated between strained silence and guttural sobs. Her pussy clamped around my cock, and I’m sure her anus was working in sync. I tuned into the full measure of her orgasm, just absorbing all the dimensions of pleasure coursing through her body. I also held back the storm of my own orgasm until I could fully experience hers.

When Traci came off the crest of her release, I felt Eric start up again, fucking her ass to his own release. I followed, and I felt another wave pass through Traci. She was being used by two guys for their own pleasure, and she wanted to experience everything. Suddenly, Eric drove deep and howled out while he blasted inside her. I could even feel his cock throbbing, and Traci gasped in turn. That set me off, and I took two more thrusts and writhed under her while bolts of lightning shot through my cock. A hot wave rocked through my body, driven by the mutual pleasure of Eric and Traci so close to me.

When I calmed down enough to open my eyes again, Traci was looking right into them. She knew. She knew I had responded to her in this situation. She smiled and kissed me, happy to pick one of my locks tonight. More than just saying it, her boyfriend loved seeing her sexually satisfied at the deepest, most intimate level. And she could definitely work with that.

I kissed her, and her knowing smile flowed through her lips. Eric slowly withdrew, then he collapsed on the bed, muttering about what an insane fuck that was. Monica laughed and told him he better not be worn out.

Traci relaxed atop me and drifted off. I followed her, needing the nap after so many chemicals crashed through my brain. I awoke when she stirred. Eric and Monica hadn’t moved.

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After chatting back and forth on line, Alex felt comfortable enough to invite me to his place. It was about a thirty minute drive to his condo by the lake. It was a beautiful summer day, and as I drove the excitement and the reality of what I was about to do began to set in. I was going to a complete stranger’s home to have sex, man sex.

I had made all the proper preparations to make sure that I was super clean and trimmed neatly in all the important areas. I was wearing khaki shorts, a plain blue t-shirt and sneakers. At 5’10” 180 pounds and tan, I looked damn good for 51 if I do say so myself.

When I got to his condo, I parked and walked to his door and rang the bell. 6 foot 3 inch, 230 pounds of handsome man opened the door. We exchanged a few minutes of small talk during which he said that he was in his early 40’s and he had a thing for older, masculine men, He pressed his body against mine, wrapped his arms around me and planted a big kiss on my lips. I felt small compared to him. He was in charge. His physical dominance was established.

I reached between his legs and felt his throbbing hard cock through his running pants. He advertised 6.5 inches. He was every bit of that as well as thick and hard. I instinctively dropped to my knees and freed his cock from his pants and underwear and began to kiss and lick the head of his cock and suck it softly. He moaned his approval which only encouraged me to take more into my mouth. Breathing his scent and feeling his velvety smooth dick in my mouth triggered a fit of lust which resulted in my taking his entire cock in my mouth and throat. I gagged slightly as my nose pressed against his pubic hair and his balls touched my chin. He groaned loudly and pulled away from me and said, “Damn! I don’t want to cum yet!”

He stood me up and removed my shirt. He kissed me passionately on the lips, face and neck running his hands all over my body. He removed my shorts and underwear leaving wearing only my shoes which happens to be a weird kink of mine. I love being naked wearing only my shoes.

He turned me around until my back was pressed against his chest. He caressed my chest, stomach, and ass. He placed his cock between my legs until my balls fatih escort rested on his cock. He placed his cock under mine and reached around me with his hand and held our hard cocks together and stroked them. He whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you love me.”

He pulled away and slapped me on the ass and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”

I did as I was told.

“Spread your ass for me!”

“Yessir!” I said and I spread my legs further apart and put my head on the floor so that my ass was up in the air.

He grabbed my cock and began to stroke me. He squeezed my balls as he worked my cock. I was lost. The pleasure was intense. He began to gently kiss my ass cheeks telling me how hot I was and how he couldn’t not wait to fuck my sexy ass. He said I would have to wait because he was going to open me up really good. That’s when his tongue found my hole.

I groaned loudly as he rimmed my asshole and massaged my taint with his thumb. My cock throbbed and began to drip pre cum. He began to gently slide his finger into my ass while was still stroking my cock. He removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue. I wanted to cum, but he gripped my cock tightly until the sensation passed. One finger in my ass and then two. I was his to do with as he pleased. He removed his fingers and I felt empty. He tongued me thoroughly again. Then he worked his thumb deep in my ass and began to massage my prostate. This caused me to leak even more. He squeezed my cock hard again, edging me a little closer only to deny me. More tongue, then two fingers, then three fingers…

“I think someone’s ready to be fucked,” he said with a chuckle.

“Please fuck me.” was all I could think to say.

“As you wish, beautiful.”

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and let go of my throbbing dick. He spit on my asshole and placed the head of his hard cock to my opening. He began to push his cock against my hole. I relaxed and felt the head of his dick slide in past my ring. He withdrew and then pressed again, deeper. I whimpered as he withdrew again again only to slide in further each time. His cock was rock hard and I noticed that it was çapa escort wider at the base. He really stretched my hole when he was all the way inside me. He slowly pulled out which left me feeling empty. He ordered me to lay face down on the bed and spread my legs. He climbed on top of me and pressed me onto the bed with his legs spread and his knees to outside of my hips. With no warning, he slide his cock all the way into my ass and held me down with all of his weight. I was officially helpless. I was lost in a euphoric state and powerless to stop him from doing whatever pleased him. I moaned from the combination of his deep penetration and being rendered helpless.

“You like that, don’t you baby?” he asked already knowing the answer. “I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve.”

He began to take long, slow, deliberate strokes that went so deep that I felt his balls press against my ass. He would then pull out so far that I could feel the ridge of his cock head with my sphincter. He kept this up for a long time, edging me closer and closer to my impending orgasm.

He lifted his body off of mine and supported himself with his arms and began to fuck me faster. He found a nice steady rhythm as well as the perfect spot where the head of his cock brushed my prostate on the up and down stoke. I was loosing my mind.

“I’m going to cum,” I said breathlessly.

“You sure are,” he said.

And I did! It was glorious! My ass gripped his throbbing cock and I came so hard without any stimulation of my cock. I could feel my cum on my stomach. I thought I was done, but I was wrong.

My cock was now soft, but he was had not cum and continued to relentlessly fuck me at the same steady pace. I was just his fuck doll. He pounded me senseless. I couldn’t form thoughts; the pleasure was too much, I became vaguely aware that another orgasm was building. I realized that I had been moaning. I heard the moans, but it took a while to recognized them as mine. He quickened his pace and I came… again. I spasmed and grunted as I rode the glorious wave of pleasure. I thought that he would cum when I did, but he did not. He kept his piston-like motion güngören escort constantly working on my P spot. Maybe he would make me love him.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked already knowing the answer. “This dick is good to you, huh?”

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t form words. I existed only to be his fuck toy.

He took my wrists in his hands and stretched my arms above my head and held me face down on the bed while he worked his hard cock in and out of my quivering ass. I turned my head to the right so that I could breathe and he put his mouth against my ear and began talking to me while he fucked me deep and hard.

“You’re going to come see me often aren’t you? So I can fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Your ass is mine now! I own you!”

Just then another orgasm took over. Not just from the sheer physical stimulation of feeling his cock swell inside me, and his balls slap my ass, but from the power of the words he used. I was cumming and cumming. It didn’t stop. I’d never had an orgasm that powerful. My dick was soft. I couldn’t get hard because I was spent, pressed into the mattress, and dominated by this powerful man, yet I was cumming so hard.

“Take my load, boy! Become mine!” he said and then he growled, “OH FUCK, OH YEAH!” as his swollen cock began to spasm and pump rope after rope of cum deep inside of me. He continued to slam into me as he came. On his final stroke, he stuck his cock in my ass as far as it could possibly go and pinned me to the bed and said, “You are a fantastic fuck.” He kissed me on the cheek and left me on the bed trying to gather myself. I felt like I was floating. Totally relaxed and in a state of bliss, I drifted off in an altered state.

I was brought back to reality by the sensation of a warm, wet cloth on my ass. He gently cleaned my ass and then rolled me over and cleaned my cock, balls, and stomach. He was so thoughtful and gentle.

As I got dressed, he said, “I had a great time. I hope that you come back to visit.”

“I would like that,” I said. “Thank you for giving me such a good fucking.”

“You’re welcome! You deserve that and more, baby.”

As he opened the door, he said. “You’re welcome to come see me any time, but I was thinking… I have a group of friends that come over to play once a month. They would love you. Just something to think about.”

We exchanged goodbye’s, and I walked carefully to my car. As I drove home, I felt like I was glowing. Thinking about him sharing me with his friends was a real turn on.

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Seven thirty arrived. Roxy’s alarm sounded, waking them both up. Kane’s eyes opened, and just for a few brief seconds, he wasn’t quite sure where he was. Her call to morning arms sounded like a booming, earth-shattering pipe organ.

“Get up, sleepyhead,” she smiled, reaching for her phone to silence her alarm. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He paused for a second as his brain caught up with recent events. He was in Roxy’s warm bed. They had sex last night, but it still didn’t feel real to him. “Did you?”

“Yeah, babe. I always sleep well after a good boning.”

What? Nothing made any sense to him. Four or five tepid, disappointing strokes didn’t qualify as a ‘good boning’ in anyone’s language. Maybe she snuck out while he was sleeping to find someone better to fuck. He rubbed his eyes and tried to stifle a yawn. “Don’t you sleep in on the weekend like most regular people?”

“It’s Sunday,” she beamed. “Best day of the week. Me and Jenna are going to church. You can come with us if you want.”

Kane scratched his head. “Umm … is it OK if I don’t?”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” she said, pulling back the curtain. Bright morning light shined through. “But you can’t stay here.”

Kane wondered whether Jenna would extend the same invitation to his buddy, and what his response might be.

Ten minutes later, the four of them were sitting around the kitchen table. A hot pot of coffee sat in the middle of the table, next to a plate of fresh bread rolls and flaky pastries. Roxy wore a long, grey, modest dress that did her beautiful figure no favours, while Jenna wore a loose-fitting white collared shirt and a pair of beige slacks.

Moses thought they looked like they were going to a funeral. They weren’t dressed like this at all when they accosted him for ‘Bitches Gone Bible’. He reached for a roll and took a bite.

“Sorry, boys, for waking you up so early,” Jenna apologised, “but you understand, right?” She brought four mugs over from the cupboard.

Moses’s eyes were bleary from lack of sleep. Jenna had fucked the shit out of him last night; he couldn’t fathom how sweet and rosy she looked this morning. Only three hours ago, she was sitting on his face. He could still taste her. “Yeah, of course we do,” he lied. In a perfect world, he would’ve snoozed until noon until he was awoken by Jenna’s hot mouth and pierced tongue wrapped like a snake around his cock.

The girls shuffled them out soon after breakfast. Roxy kissed Kane sweetly on the cheek. “Call me?” She grabbed his ass and gave it a light squeeze.

“You too, boy,” Jenna told Moses. She rammed her tongue down his throat before closing the door.

The boys headed down to the street while the girls applied their makeup for church.

“Let’s get another coffee,” said Moses. “We need to swap notes about last night.”

“Good idea,” Kane replied. They found a Cuban café and took a table. A waiter came over and they ordered.

“So what did you get up to with Roxy last night?” Moses began.

“Fuck, dude,” Kane exploded, “I still can’t wrap my tiny mind around any of this. Like, I can’t believe that just happened. The last twenty four hours will be a whole chapter in my autobiography. As soon as I get home, I’m gonna turn my laptop on and fap to one of her anal scenes. Like, it’s already a done deal. I won’t be able to help myself. And just as we left, she said she wanted me to call her.” Their coffees arrived, and Kane took a sip. “I just don’t understand what she seems to see in me. There’s nothing special about me, and when I think about all those massive cocks I’ve seen her take, why the fuck would she want mine?”

“So what did you do?” asked his buddy.

“I ate her pussy, and she squirted all over my face. The towel I was wearing last night came in handy. We put it down on her bedsheet just in time. The army could’ve used her at Guantanamo.”

Moses laughed. “Yeah, I know. Did you play with her ass?”

“Yeah, a little. My fingers were wet from playing with her snatch, so I teased her ass with them. She relaxed, and I put two fingers in. She squirted while I was fingerbanging her butt.”

“Can you still smell her?”

“Yeah.” Kane sniffed his fingers. “They were in both holes, so … but yeah, she smells good. And then we fucked. Just missionary, which I thought was a little plain for a pornstar, but fuck, as if I was gonna complain.”

Moses sipped his coffee. “How long did you last?”

“How long did you think I lasted? Fuck, dude, I nearly nutted on the first stroke.” He paused for a second, reaching for his mug. “Being inside her pussy was like being in heaven. Anyway, enough about me. How’d things play out for you?”

Moses ran his hand through his hair and scratched his scalp. “Fuck, man, I feel so sleep deprived right now. I only slept for a couple of hours, and I still feel half-asleep. After Roxy took you to her room, Jenna tidied up the kitchen and led me to hers. She sat on the edge of her bed, unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, then she blew me. While she’s sucking, mecidiyeköy escort she does this thing with her tongue on the underside of my dick, and it’s like fireworks. Every time she sensed I was getting close, she stopped. I swear my balls were aching by the time she finally let me cum, and it felt like I was pissing semen into her mouth. She took me to bed and we kissed, and I could taste myself on her tongue. I ate her out and I tried something similar to you. I got my fingers wet and teased her asshole, but she swatted my hand away. I felt like I’d crossed a line, which surprised me because she let me eat her ass just yesterday. Anyway, so she grabs my hair and starts grinding her pussy on my face, smearing her juices all over my mouth and chin. Then she throws me onto my back, and I swear, you could’ve tied a flag to my cock and taken it into battle. She mounted me and rode me until I exploded inside her. I didn’t last very long either. We slept for a while, but then suddenly I’m having a dream that I can’t breathe properly. I wake up and I realise why — Jenna’s squatting over my face. She’s rubbing her clit and looking up at the ceiling for some reason, and her cunt drips into my mouth. So I grab her ass cheeks to help her grind up and down, and I kind of accidentally-on-purpose push my finger into her butthole. I felt her ass clench around my finger as her pussy twitched on my tongue. Then she climbed off, lay down next to me, and went back to sleep. I’m lying there as she goes back to sleep, and now I’m the one staring at the ceiling. My ears are ringing for some reason, and my face is a mess, so I wiped it on her bedsheet. And then I went back to sleep. I made sure to wash my face before breakfast this morning.”

It was highly unusual for Kane to be lost for words, but right now, he was.

“This whole thing is batshit crazy,” declared Moses.

“I know,” nodded Kane. “Like, this is the weirdest fucking shit ever. If last night was a one-nighter, it’d be something for me to masturbate to forever, but … like … as we were leaving this morning, Roxy grabbed my ass and told me to call her. It’s fucking surreal.”

“They both seem to be genuinely into us,” Moses shrugged. “Maybe we’re cooler than we think we are?”

“No way,” said Kane, sipping his coffee. “We’re less. That’s what makes this feel so unbelievable.”

Moses started to sketch out a plan. “OK, so they’ve both done shitloads of anal on screen, but apparently they’ve repented, whatever that means or entails …”

“I think it means they’ve taken serious personal responsibility for their sins and have been forgiven for them,” Kane interjected.

“Yeah, so I don’t get that part, because why can’t you just sin and repent on an endless loop? No-brainer, but whatever. Anyway, let’s think through the rules so we know where we stand. They’re cool with fingers. I think we’ve both established that.”

“Tongues are OK too,” added Kane. “Or, at least they seem to be with Jenna.”

“Foreign objects?”

“I once saw a chick stick a baseball in her ass,” Kane chuckled. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Wait. The ball, or the bat?”

“The ball,” Kane clarified, “but I reckon she could’ve taken the bat, too. Don’t know if she was a Christian, but funnily enough, it didn’t come up.”

“We should find out if they’re into sports.”

“You said you watched Jenna fuck Roxy in the ass with a gigantic toy?”

Moses nodded. That was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life.

“So inanimate objects are fair game.” Kane stopped for a second. “Am I right in thinking they’ll take anything up their ass except a flesh and blood penis?”

Moses tilted his head in serious thought. “Seems to be,” he said, draining the rest of his coffee.

“But why?”

“Huh?” replied Moses.

“Why are penises specifically ruled out?”

“Fucked if I know.” Moses paused for a second. “Maybe this is why I don’t go to church.”

Kane scratched his head. “I don’t understand either. I mean, I don’t know much about Christianity, which is an odd thing to say when you live in Florida of all fucking places on earth, but, like, what about sex before marriage?”

“Yeah, I know,” shrugged Moses. “I thought that was a big deal for Christians too, but neither Jenna nor Roxy seem to have an issue with it.”

“And they must both be on birth control. I flooded Roxy’s womb like a motherfucker last night, but she didn’t say anything.”

“Does the Bible say anything about oral sex?” asked Moses. “Or handjobs? Or tittyfucking?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not a ‘how-to’ guide for sex. Anyway, maybe you should be telling me. I thought you said you were going to read it.”

“I said I was going to,” Moses replied, “but I don’t want to. Have you seen how fucking long it is? Maybe there’s a Youtube clip that summarises it.”

“Yeah, maybe, but a summary isn’t gonna tell us anything about why the Bible says anal sex is a sin. Remember last night when we were talking about this at the bar, Jenna waved her beşiktaş escort Bible in our faces and said something like ‘it says so in here somewhere’. Like, *they* don’t even seem know where it says this, and they’re churchgoers.”

“Yeah, and I bet it’s written in obscure and arcane language that’s open to interpretation, so even if we read the whole thing, we still might not be able to find it.” Kane thought for a moment. “Maybe we should read it together,” he suggested.

Moses wanted to doublecheck. “You mean … the Bible?”

“Yeah. I’m up for it if you are.”

“OK,” Moses agreed, “but we can’t tell the girls. I don’t want them to think we’re gonna start going to church or start having fuckin’ Bible discussions with them or whatever. I’m not looking to find religion. I just wanna fuck Jenna in the ass.” They’d finished their coffees, and despite his lack of sleep, Moses didn’t feel all that tired anymore. “OK, let’s go shopping.”

They found a bookshop and bought a copy each.

*

Roxy turned the key to their front door around noon. Service was over, and it was time for lunch. Jenna changed into a tight t-shirt, a short skirt and a pair of leather boots. Roxy threw her dull grey dress into a corner of her bedroom. She reached for a crop top and a skirt with an extremely short hemline. After putting some heels on, they went out for food.

Most Sundays, after service, they visited a quaint French bistro two blocks their building, and today was no exception. They ordered a bottle of Chablis while they perused the menu.

“I’m hungry,” shared Jenna.

“Me too,” Roxy replied.

Jenna ordered the grilled trout with garden vegetables while Roxy selected the smoked salmon salad.

“We both ordered fish,” Jenna noted. “Any hidden messages there?”

“None that I can think of,” came Roxy’s response.

“Did you enjoy today’s salmon?”

Roxy glanced towards the kitchen. She was feeling a little hungry. “It hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Fuck, babe,” said Jenna, “I meant sermon. Did you enjoy today’s sermon?”

“Yeah.” Roxy waited a beat. “Did you?”

“Yeah.”

They sipped their wine as they waited for their meals.

“Hey, so Moses mentioned something interesting to me the other day.”

Roxy raised her eyebrows in anticipation.

“Porn for Christians.”

“What?”

“So I was telling him about the time we wanted to put a ‘no anal’ clause in our contract, and he was saying maybe there’s an untapped market for that.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Roxy’s voice trailed off.

Jenna reached out across the table to rest her hand on her roomie’s forearm. “You OK babe? You feel like you’re a thousand miles away right now.”

Roxy faked a weak smile just as their lunch arrived. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess.”

Jenna wasn’t sure. It felt like there was something heavy weighing on her bestie’s mind, but for now, she let it go. They ate in relative silence.

*

Later that afternoon, Moses rocked up at Kane’s place. “Feel like a beer?” his buddy offered, heading towards the kitchen.

“Sure.”

Kane brought two chilled bottles to the living area, handing one to his buddy. “Let’s sit on the balcony,” he suggested. He opened the sliding glass door. Two fold-up beach chairs leant against the wall. They unfolded one each and sat down to read.

“OK, so let’s just read the first bit for now,” suggested Kane.

Moses nodded. “Yeah. Genesis.”

They started reading. “Fuck, this shit’s wild,” Kane observed. He turned to his buddy. “Where are you up to?”

Moses sipped his beer. “The bit about where Adam and Eve get booted from the theme park because they fucked up.”

“God should’ve put up better signs,” observed Kane. “Like maybe something like ‘you bitches can eat anything you want, but leave this specific tree alone, and also, don’t talk to the snake — regards, management.’ Would’ve saved a lot of angst.”

They read a little more. “Oh, Kane, this is where you show up,” said Moses. “You and your fucking lameass crops.”

Time passed quickly. “This feels like the Biblical equivalent of a montage,” Kane deadpanned.

“Yeah, except it’s like not just weeks or months passing in the blink of an eye, but whole generations.” Moses thought for a second. “Imagine how powerful Rocky would’ve been if he had access to a montage this long.”

Kane rested his book in his lap. “Well, yeah, but on the other hand, he would’ve been eight hundred years old by the time his title fight rolled around.”

“Exactly,” nodded Moses. “The fittest eight hundred year old man boxing ever saw.” They kept reading. “Oh, here’s the bit about the ark.” He glanced almost disbelievingly at the spine of the book. “I feel like we’re only thirty pages in and we’ve already covered everything. The tree, the snake, your shitty farm and now the ark. What’s left?”

Kane brought their conversation back down to earth. “We still haven’t gained the knowledge we seek.”

“True,” Moses agreed. They kept reading. “Fuck, dude, two of every etiler escort animal on this wooden fucking wreck. What would’ve happened if he got two giraffes onboard, but one of them was gay?”

“Fuck, man, tough question. I’m only guessing, but probably there’d be no giraffes. And how did Noah manage to wrangle two mosquitoes on board? Or two rattlesnakes? Or even two kangaroos? Like, did it rain so much the boat sailed to Australia?”

They kept reading. “Wait, it says here that all men need to be circumcised,” said Moses. “I saw your tiny piece last night, and I hate to say it, but you’re doomed, Chinese foreskin boy.” He laughed. “Two strikes, dude. Size, plus foreskin. Roxy must’ve noticed.”

“Cunt,” came Kane’s concise rebuttal.

Moses’s eyes returned to the page. “There’s something here about a city called Sodom,” said Moses. “Anal sex is sometimes called sodomy. Maybe that’s why.”

“Could be a clue,” Kane replied. They read eagerly.

Five minutes later, they came up with nothing. “Some bitch got turned into salt for some reason.”

“Because apparently God told her not to watch her city get wiped out, but she did anyway.”

Moses closed his volume. “For real? Fuck, dude, I’m tapping out, this is way too much for one day. I need another fucking beer.”

Kane stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Despite a close encounter with an ex-city called Sodom, we still haven’t unlocked the mystery.” He returned to the balcony with a couple of fresh beers and gave one to his buddy.

“Yep,” Moses agreed. “But how about that dude on the boat? Like, can you imagine how hard it must’ve been to keep the dogs from the cats, and the cats from the mice? And how the fuck did he keep the cats from the fish?”

“Do you reckon he kept his two goldfish in a glass bowl?”

“Probably,” said Moses. “With some tiny pebbles, and a miniature treasure chest for them to hide in.”

They watched the sun begin to set. Moses yawned; last night’s lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with him, and he needed to be on deck at nine tomorrow morning. “Gonna head.” He drained the rest of his beer.

Kane stood up and hugged his buddy goodbye.

Moses grabbed a takeout burger from a place nearby before heading home. He showered, undressed and set the alarm on his phone for tomorrow morning. He tried to unwind for sleep, but something didn’t feel quite right. He felt restless. He needed to jack off. He wouldn’t sleep well if he didn’t.

He climbed into bed, fired up his laptop and navigated to a site he frequented regularly. He typed ‘Jenna anal’ into the search box; that was all he needed. He picked one of his favourite scenes, maximised the screen, lay back, and spat into his palm.

Jenna was a nurse in a busy hospital, doing her rounds. Various painful moans and groans can be heard in the background, as well as the whirrs and beeps of machinery up close. She was wearing what could loosely be described as a nurse’s uniform, only the skirt was so short you could nearly see her panties, and her top was cut so low her tits nearly fell out whenever she bent over. Her shiny white boots went almost all the way up to her knees.

She checked on a patient lying in bed, recovering from an accident. The patient was asleep, moaning restlessly as if dreaming a bad dream. Jenna thought it best to wake him. “Good morning,” she beamed, opening the curtains. Morning sunshine streamed into the room. “Wakey wakey!” She placed a metal bowl on the floor near the bed.

The patient opened his eyes. “Where am I?” he whispered groggily.

“You’re in the hospital, remember? You had an accident, remember?”

The patient ran his hands over his face. “Yeah. That’s right. I think I remember.”

“But everything’s OK,” she cooed, “because Nurse Jenna is here to look after you. In a few days’ time, you’ll be right as rain.”

“Everything feels … sore,” reported the patient.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a little bit bruised from the impact. The doctors have run some tests, and you’ll make a full recovery, but you need some rest first.” She placed the back of her hand on his forehead. “Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “You feel a little warm. Let me take your temperature.”

Gently, Jenna rested a thermometer under her patient’s tongue. As she waited, she stole a quick glance at her patient’s package. He appeared to be very well-endowed. “Let me take that,” she said, removing the thermometer from her patient’s mouth and checking the reading. “Yeah. Just as I thought, you’re a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” said the patient, “and I can rest at home.” He tried to stand up, but he immediately felt dizzy and crashed back down onto the bed.

“You’re not going anywhere, mister,” said Jenna, wagging a finger in his direction. “At least not for a few days.”

The patient resigned himself to his immediate fate. He noticed her enormous tits.

“Maybe a sponge bath would help cool you down,” suggested Nurse Jenna.

The patient mumbled something unintelligible that Jenna interpreted as consent. He ogled her rack.

Jenna turned away from her patient, just for a moment, to retrieve something from the floor. As she bent over, her patient got an eyeful of her tight white panties. She stood up again, holding the metal bowl full of warm, soapy water, and a thick medical sponge. “Now let’s see about this sponge bath, shall we? Now just lie back and relax.”

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