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Recently a few people here have questioned me about my stories. So that you know these stories are true. They are my life experiences and names are true as well. Here is my first gay experience after I turned 18. This was a time when AIDS had not yet started and being gay was kept hidden. At this time I was very confused as I loved women but also would watch a dirty 8mm movie and want to be the one sucking cock. But I had never been fucked or had really enjoyed an extended playtime. Then one day it all changed…

At that time it was legal to drink in NJ at 18. The weekend after my birthday I had decided to use some of my money to go to a bath house in Brick, NJ. This was a good 30 miles away and I felt pretty confident that no one there would know me. I arrived around 9 PM on that Friday night. A few blocks before was a bar. I stopped and had a couple of beers and a few shots for courage. Then, before it fucked me up too much I drove to the bath house. I was scared going in and did not know what to expect. As I paid the guy asked me if I wanted just a locker or a room. Not knowing I took just the locker. I undressed and put on the towel and walked out to the pool area.

The floor was very spongy and soft but I was in awe…must have been at least 20 men there, all either naked or towels hanging loose. In one corner I saw a guy on his knees sucking a cock with two other guys slowly stroking their cocks. I was fascinated as he switched from cock to cock. I then noticed a few doors and realized that these were the rooms you could rent. As I passed them I saw a older man sucking a massive cock! While doing this I bumped into a guy who said “watch where you are going Angelo…” It was my high school gym coach, izmit rus escort coach Andy. He looked at me and I didn’t know what to do or say. I tried to walk away but he grabbed my ass from behind and I stopped dead.

Come on Angelo, I watched you looking in the shower. Time to admit what you enjoy. With that he came in front of me and put his semi-hard cock in my hand. As I stuttered I also started to squeeze and stroke his cock. Good boy he said…Then he took me by the hand and brought me to his room. Kneel he said and just like that I was sucking his cock. He had left the door open and a few others started to watch. I didn’t realize it till later but I was the only young guy sucking cock. The others sucking or being fucked were older. The young guys were mostly tops! His cock was average, a little over 6 inches and not too thick. After 5 minutes he grabbed my head and started to facefuck me, finally cumming deep down my throat. Before I could move another cock replaced him. This went on for at least an hour. I remember 5 cocks that I sucked. All between 6 and 7 inches but one that had to be at leat 9 to 10 inches long and thick. I had trouble getting much more than the head in my mouth and his load was just as massive.

Ater this last one Coach Andy helped me to my feet and asked if I was ready to be fucked. As the booze as wearing off I said no. Then he asked, are you a virgin? I told him yes. We sat and talked. He said he was surprised because I sucked cock like a real slut. I told him how much I wanted to be like the slut in the movies. He then told me to come to his house the next day at 6 o’clock. He told me to not eat anything after 11AM and give myself three enemas. One soapy, the izmit escort next two clear water. I knew where he lived so I said I would come.

I drove home feeling excited, scared, and horny. Once in bed I jerked off with a candle in my ass. I licked my own cum off my hand and dreamed of sucking cock. The next day could not go by fast enough. I did as told but before leaving the house I drank a 40 of malt liquor. By the time I got to his house I was buzzing. He had me park in his garage and led me to his basement where I stripped. I wanted to suck his cock but he stopped me. He then explained that some of his friends would be over. I was now fucked up but so excited. He led me to the bathroom and gave me an enema. When nothing but clear water came out he gave me a second one. This stung! It was beer with a few shots of vodka! He made me hold it 15 minutes then expel it. Then he inserted a small butt plug in my ass. It hurt my virgin ass. He then had me lay on a big bed. He tied my hands spread out. He then tied my ankles to a spreader bar. I was so fucked up instead of being scared I was excited. He then put a blindfold on me. Just before he asked if I had ever used poppers. I had no idea what he was talking about.

As I lay there I heard the door open and voices. Before I could say anything a cock was on my lps. I started to suck it. As this went on I felt hands touching me, playing with my cock, squeezing my balls! Then I felt the butt plug being pulled from my ass and back in. Someone was fucking me with it. Then the cock in my mouth was replaced with another and I could feel two other cocks, one on each cheek slapping my face. I was in heaven when I felt my legs being lifted and place on a set of shoulders…

The kocaeli escort next feeling was something huge being forced in my ass. I tried to scream but the cock in my mouth muffled the sound! The burning pain was too much! Then a dust mask was placed on my nose and as I breathed in my ass opened up. The cock shot in to his balls! My head spun and as much as it hurt I sucked the cock in my mouth like a slut in heat! As I sucked the guy fucked my no longer virgin ass. He was relentless, fucking me very hard and fast. All of a sudden he pulled out and another took his place. This guy felt about the same size and was just as brutal. All of a sudden the guy in my mouth pulled out and the cock from my ass replaced it! I could taste the vaseline from my ass. I was shocked because his cock felt huge in my ass but was at most 6 incher. He shot his load and was replaced with another cock.

This went on for the next two hours, everyone taking their turn on my ass. I was getting sore when I heard the door close and voice saying he hoped he was not too late. I felt a switch and a new cock was in my mouth but this guy was BIG! I mostly licked the head of his cock as it did not fit my mouth. After the guy in me shot his load the new guy took his place. As I licked clean his guy I felt my ankles untied and held on either side. Then I felt it. No way this cock would go in me but then came the dust mask again and suddenly I felt a shooting pain and his balls on my ass…He fucked me savagely. I was hoping he would cum quickly but this went on for a good 15 minutes. Then I felt a mouth on my cock. As I was being sucked off I could feel my cock swell. Just as I shot my long overdue load I could feel this guy unload in me. He pulled out and jerked off into my mouth. My blindfold came off and I could now see a very large cock. It had to be 9 inches long but not as thick as it felt. Once he was done the Coach untied me. Then he asked if I was ready to come back next week!

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**BLIND SPOT – 1. a small area of the retina, where it continues to the optic nerve, that is insensitive to light. 2. an area or subject about which one is uninformed, prejudiced or unappreciative.**

“Donovan Hobson!”

I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Big Greg had called my name and everyone had heard it. A slight smattering of handclaps and hoots of congratulations followed his shout and I arose, following the same routine that I had for the last eight years. Rotated my shoulders in their sockets, flexed my fists and rolled the muscles between shoulders and hands, then took a deep breath.

Standing before the musty bars, I ground my teeth together as I waited for the door to complete its slow slide to the left. I took another deep breath and stepped out, hefting the cumulated weight of my incarceration, a small box with the few items that had enabled me to keep my sanity. Big Greg, a 373-pound ex-defensive end reborn as a corrections officer, eyed me as I reached the end gate.

“So, you ready to leave?”

“Yep.”

“What you gonna do?”

“Go home, bitch! What do you think?”

Big Greg gave me a long, hard stare, then chuckled with an almost imperceptible smirk. “You be good to your mama, boy. She’s bound to think that it’s her fault that you ended up here.”

I swallowed past the lump that had suddenly clogged my throat and blinked rapidly against the promise of tears. This was not the time to become a punk but I couldn’t help the rush of emotions. Big Greg had been nothing but an impassive, aloof tower of control during my stay and to hear a bit of concern from him … I nodded my head brusquely.

“Good luck.” A lung-emptying clap on the back, a curt nod and it was over. I reclaimed my street clothes, signed a few papers, received my bus ticket money and headed out of the prison where I’d spent seven years for almost murdering my father.

Yes, you read correctly. Almost.

During the bus ride, I allowed myself to ruminate over what I remembered of the crime I had committed. I remembered the softness of Jenny McCracken’s wet pussy around my prick. It was my first piece of ass and I was trying to enjoy it when I heard my father yelling at Mom downstairs. Maybe it was the Black Velvet I’d had or the startling sound of glass breaking but I suddenly found myself over my father’s limp body, my hands wrapped around his throat while my mother lay unconscious yards away.

The next thing I remembered was the gray solitude of a cell and dusty sunlight filtering through inch-thick bars. The trial went quickly. Guilty. Ten years. And here I was, released early for good behavior and heading back to people that I hadn’t seen since that night. Would she want to see me? Please, God. I whispered to myself. I hope so.

I took a taxi from the bus depot to the house and was amazed to see that the house was exactly the same as when I’d left. Window boxes filled with impatiens graced the low sills of both front windows and a rocking chair and swing moved lazily in the breeze. Mom and I used to sit in the swing together, her throaty alto lulling me to sleep with Patsy Cline tunes, her hand on my shoulder.

It took me several minutes to find the courage to knock and when I did, I wanted to run. I heard the scrape of a chair and the slow, plodding footsteps of someone coming to the door. Sun-bleached cotton curtains crinkled and a familiar pair of brown eyes glared at me, quickly filling escort izmit with tears. My Aunt Sophia flung the door open and bear-hugged me into silent tears. We didn’t move for a long time, her arms clasped around my middle and her head tucked under my chin, tears creasing both of our faces.

Without a word, she escorted me into the kitchen and it was still several minutes before either of us could speak. “Auntie Soap.” I sobbed, choking out a laugh as I recalled the childhood name I’d given her because my three year-old tongue hadn’t been able to wrap around ‘Sophia’.

“Oh, Donnie.” She hugged me again and I inhaled her lemon verbena and wood smoke scent and knew I was home. “We’ve missed you so much.”

I wiped my eyes, wondering where the tough prisoner I had been hours ago had fled to. Aunt Sophia had long been my favorite of my mother’s sisters so maybe that’s why I didn’t feel the need to be anything other than myself. “I didn’t know … you didn’t write … “

Aunt Sophia nodded, looking down at her trembling hands. “I know. Things … things aren’t the same, Donnie. Your mother … “

“Sophia? Sophia, who is it?”

“I’ll be right in, Lessie.” Aunt Sophia answered the call from the other room and took a deep breath, her eyes tearing as they rose to meet mine. “She’s not the same, Donnie.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you should see for yourself.”

The soft tone of her voice and the underlying tremble in it made my heart shrivel in my chest. “Just tell me, Soap.”

“No. You need to see her.”

Aunt Sophia slowly arose and turned her back on me, heading into the heart of the house. I’d always loved this house because of the super-large kitchen and the adjoining den, complete with a brick fireplace. It was into this room that Aunt Sophia led me and as my eyes adjusted to the firelight, I saw my mother, sitting in her favorite chair, toasting her toes in the warmth.

“Lessie, someone’s here to see you.”

“Someone to see me? Who would want to see me?”

The burnished glow of the fire added red highlights to the wavy hair that I knew was blonde and as I crept nearer to her, I saw that her skin was still smooth and her smile was tenuous. “It’s me, Mom. It’s Donnie.”

Her head snapped around to the sound of my voice and I heard nothing except the breaking of my heart.

My mother was blind.

*****

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I examined the woman I knew as Alessandra Montero Hobson as she kept her shaking hands wrapped around a large cup of orange pekoe tea. When no answer came from her, Aunt Sophia spoke up. “She didn’t want to alarm you.”

“So she wants me to come home and have a heart attack instead?”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Mom snapped, cocking her head towards us. We lapsed into silence and I concentrated on my jigger of Glenmorangie. I tossed it back, momentarily appreciating the fine Scottish fire and numbly watched as Aunt Sophia refilled my rocks glass. “You didn’t need to know, Donovan.”

“My mother goes blind and I don’t need to know about it?” I couldn’t restrain my incredulity. “How do you figure that?”

“Because you had enough on your plate!” Mom set the cup down on the side table, after carefully feeling for the edge. “You didn’t need to worry about my eyesight while you were trying to survive jail.”

“Is that why you didn’t write?”

Even Aunt Sophia hung her head at my question. “Yes.”

“Mom, izmit escort I love you and I’ve missed you so much! Didn’t you think I’d want to know?”

She remained silent, reaching for her cup again and swallowing slowly, deliberately. “I didn’t want to tell you, Donovan.”

“You knew that I’d want to know, Mom.”

She shook her head and I was mesmerized by the beauty of her sightless eyes. Still robin’s-egg blue and untouched by the usual blind ‘cataracts’. I don’t know why but my cock twitched in response.

“It’s late.” Aunt Sophia spoke up, taking Mom’s empty cup and turning to me. “I think we should all go to sleep and talk in the morning. Donnie, you can sleep in your room. It’s all ready.”

It’s all ready. I started tearing up at the mention of my room and jumped up. Crying once is enough. I didn’t want Aunt Sophia to think I’d lost my mind in prison. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed up the creaky stairs, lugging my box and promptly stepped into yesterday, frozen in the doorway of a space that I hadn’t occupied since the incident. The twin bed was made and a poorly-painted WWII replica of the Enola Gay hung by black thread over my student desk, my first foray into model making and my mother’s favorite.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling then. The only thing I could think of was that she could no longer see the glue daubs that I hadn’t wiped from its carriage and the crooked propeller. She had taken such pride in my achievement. Now … I threw myself on the bed, curled up into a ball and sobbed myself into sleep.

Life was fucked up.

*****

I don’t know what time it was when I awoke but I figured it was early. Dawn had barely cracked the dark sky outside and I found myself waiting for Big Greg’s bellow. It took me several moments to realize that I was no longer in prison. I was home. Home and my mother was blind.

I rubbed my sticky eyes and stumbled towards the bathroom, my prick throbbing with the urge to piss and I released a steady stream, the noise covering the sounds coming from downstairs, but not the smells. The scent of frying bacon led me down the steps and I was surprised to find my mother carefully flipping three slices onto their uncooked sides.

“Mom! What are you doing?” I yanked the spatula from her hands before thinking and nearly pushed her into a chair. She was so stunned by my actions that she was speechless for several seconds.

“I was making breakfast! What the hell do you think I was doing?” She stood up, shuffled a few steps to the stove and moved the pan from the burner. “Give me the spatula. The bacon’s going to burn!”

“Mom, you shouldn’t be doing this! You could hurt yourself!”

“Donnie, I’ve been cooking breakfast every morning for the last seven years without your help!” It was my turn to be stunned. She had turned toward the sound of my voice and her hands reached out, solidly connecting with my chest. I forgot to breathe. After being confined for so long, the gentle touch of a female made my cock swell to uncomfortable proportions and the fact that those hands belonged to my mother made me doubly hot. She followed the line of my shoulder and found my hand, wrenching the spatula from it, blasting me with those unseeing but still beautiful blue eyes.

“Sorry, Mom, I just … “

She returned to the stove and I watched in amazement as she flipped the rest of the bacon, then started forking izmit kendi evi olan escort the finished pieces out onto a plate covered with paper towels. I watched as she moved with an innate sense of economy, knowing exactly how far to move and never missing either the plate or the pan. She noticed my silence and mistook it for anger. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, Mom.”

I watched as she forked six slices onto an empty plate, added a steaming stack of eggs from a heated dish, then sprinkled shredded cheddar on top. She added a sprig of parsley for decoration and shoved it in my direction. I forced breath back into my lungs and took the plate, taking a seat at the table and adjusting my still hard cock. She set her own plate on the table, did a quick finger check on the dials to make sure that the burners were off and sat down across from me.

In the daylight, I got a better look at the woman who’d given birth to me. She was wearing a thin sweater that clung to the rounded curves of her breasts and stopped just above the waistband of her denim skirt. Her face was still beautiful, but now made serene by the absence of eye sight and her blonde-red hair was piled on top of her head in a simple twist. My pinching jeans reminded me of her sexual beauty which translated to my eyes in the form of her plump lips and teasing tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Mom. Just thinking.”

She accepted my answer and shoveled a cheesy lump of scrambled eggs her mouth, chewing for a moment before introducing a slice of bacon. I wanted to laugh, watching her eat, because I remembered what a hearty appetite she always had. In the few minutes it took me to conquer four pieces of bacon, her plate was clean and she burped noisily before reaching for her coffee mug.

“So what are your plans?”

I shrugged, forgetting that she couldn’t see. “I don’t know, Mom. I’m not really thinking about that right now.”

“Oh? Why not?”

A flood of emotion swept through me and I felt it from my head to my toes. I was suddenly glad that she couldn’t see the redness of my face. “I was thinking about you.”

She smiled. “Happy to see your old mother, eh?”

“You know I am.”

Her smile warmed my heart and she reached across, seeking my hand. I eagerly intertwined fingers with hers, rubbing my thumb across her soft skin. “You should get out of the house today. Take Sophia’s car and drive into the city and have a look around. Things have changed.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mom. I think I’ll just stay here.”

“And hang out with an old blind woman?”

“You’re not old and I’d rather hang out with you than anyone else.”

She shook her head, releasing my hand. “You’re still a young man, Donnie and you’ve been cooped up for the last ten years. You should go out.” She stood and grabbed her plate for the table, heading for the sink. I picked mine up and went right behind her, placing my plate in the soapy water with hers. And time stood still. My front was plastered to her back, my hands sliding down her arms.

“Donnie .. ” Her voice was light and breathy and I looked straight down into the soft valley of her breasts, wishing that I could … “Donnie, you should go.”

I took a step back, trying to slow my breathing and noticed by the rise and fall of her shoulders, that she was breathing heavily, too. Was she as affected as I was? “Okay. I’ll go.”

I grabbed Auntie Soap’s keys from the peg and turned back to glance at Mom before stepping outside into the bright morning sunlight. My cock was so hard that it took nearly fifteen minutes before it softened to the point that I could drive. My mother, I thought, starting the car. I’m in love with my mother!

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For those who have read any of my previous three stories, the events described here happened a few months after the “First Holiday” Series. For those who have not, James and Jean are two young students who lost their virginity together. In this story they travel to a seaside resort for a break, and manage to push out the boundaries of their sex life.

Our relationship was still intense. Although we did not live together, we spent all our weekends together and met up midweek when we could. Probably a little over a year or so had passed since we got together, and we were still irrepressibly horny. We couldn’t get enough of each other and spent, looking back on it, an awful lot of time in bed, and had tried most things that a couple can do together. We had experimented with different positions, tried some light anal play, watched one another pee and made love outdoors. Stories about these events in isolation would be categorised as fetish (watersports), anal (just a bit of fingering), or exhibitionist & voyeur (outdoors), but we didn’t think of ourselves as being in particular in any of these categories, it was all just part of the continuum. When we made love outdoors it was because that was where we were and we were feeling horny, not because we were exhibitionists. We weren’t hoping to be seen, we were hoping to get away with it.

So when we took a short break on the coast, it was not with a view to indulging any particular fetish. The bike was broken down, a not uncommon occurrence, so we used the train. At the time some of the older rolling stock had individual compartments with no communication them and it was in one of these that we found ourselves. We were travelling away from the city, against the commuter flow, and after a couple of stops the compartment was empty except for us. We had about an hour and a half to go and Jean was reading a magazine which she had thought to bring with her. I had nothing to read, and since Jean seemed absorbed with her reading and not in the mood for conversation I passed the time gazing out of the window. I soon got bored and started to look around the compartment for amusement.

There was a good crop of rubbish, as one would expect on a British train in the late nineteen seventies. Still, I was only on the train because my British motorcycle had broken down! It was the way things were. Cigarette buts and chewing gum was the mainstay on the floor, but I also spotted a torn foil packet which bore the legend “Durex”. I hoped that neither of us was sitting on the item itself. Leafing through a discarded newspaper killed a few minutes and we had a laugh at the problem page.

Jean was wearing a low cut blouse, heels and a short skirt. I’d seen the lacy underwear and stockings go on as we dressed earlier. She was making the most of not being on the bike and looked very sexy indeed. I amused myself trying to look up her skirt to see her stocking tops or panties, sliding down in my seat a little but trying not to be too obvious. I decided that if a short guy sat opposite her he could probably get a look at her stocking tops without craning his neck too much. Jean uncrossed her long legs and crossed them the other way and I got a quick glimpse. My cock stirred at the sight and a fantasy took shape of a short guy sitting where I was, furtively masturbating under his newspaper as he looked up my girlfriend’s skirt. I hardened some more and wondered if she would go for it, maybe on the return trip. We could scout out a guy of the right build to try it on with. No, forget it; no way would she go for it. Letting the thought go I looked around again and struck gold.

“Hey, someone’s left their wank mag stuffed between the escort izmit seats!”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“A girlie mag.”

I was already leafing through it and Jean came over for a look. If I’d bought it for myself she’d have called me a perv. The mag was verging on hardcore for the time, at least in the UK. Nude men and women were featured simulating sex, but there was no visible genital contact. The models were all good looking of course, slim, tanned and toned with beautiful tits and impressive cocks. The cocks, though large, were all flaccid to Jeans chagrin, but one of the girls was shaved, which I thought would be fun to try for a new sensation. I filed the thought away to bring up later at a good moment. I always wet shaved and had cream and a razor in my bag. Jean had soon seen all she wanted and, returning to her seat opposite me, picked up her magazine again. A few minutes passed, and there was a rustle as she turned a page.

“Anyway, why’s it called a wank mag?” She asked without looking up.

“Why do you think? Guys, some guys, masturbate while they read them. But you know that, so why ask? I guess whoever left it got caught short and had to stuff it away quick when someone got in. Wankus interuptus, nothings worse than that! Did he cum or not? We’ll never know. Or maybe it belonged to the couple who left the condom wrapper; they might have read it together and got carried away, fucking their brains out right where you’re sitting now. Who knows what happened in here.”

“Are you getting horny reading it?”

“No.”

She leaned forwards and made a grab between my legs.

“Liar. Or is that a length of lead pipe in your pants? Have a wank with your mag if you like. I don’t mind”

“No thanks. I’m only pretending to read it; actually I’ve got the horn because I’m looking up your skirt. You need to understand that the wank mag is essentially a tool for those who no access to real pussy. It is of no interest to me as thanks to the beautiful and sexy love of my life I enjoy such access at all times and have no need of magazine assisted masturbation. Except occasionally midweek.”

Jean scowled and lifted her feet off the floor. She put her heels on the edge of her seat and spread her knees wide. Her skirt rucked up exposing her stocking tops and panties. Both were black, the panties being small and lacy. Weekend underwear. There was a hint of crack under the flimsy material of her panties and a few curly hairs escaped here and there.

“Well, have a wank over this then.”

She licked her scarlet glossed lips, slowly running her pointed tongue around them, and rubbed her hands up and down her inner thighs.

I was tempted. She had a thing about seeing me masturbate. Of course, we both sometimes played with ourselves when we were together as part of our lovemaking, but she wanted to see me cum all by myself. I had no real objection, in fact I quite liked the idea except it seemed a waste to do it myself when my love was there with her tight, moist pussy and those gentle soft hands. Not to mention the warm, wet welcome her mouth always afforded.

“I’d rather you do it for me. What’s the difference? You’ve seen me touch myself and you’ve seen me cum loads of times.”

“Well, it’s just one of those things like I can’t understand why you find stockings a turn on, but I wear them anyway for you even though tights are more practical and comfortable for me. I love watching you rub your cock and I want to see you make yourself spunk.”

“Ok, I’ll do it. But there’s a price, we’ll make a game of it. You suck me while I read my mag until the next station, then I’ll do it for you after that, as izmit escort long as we’re still alone.”

“Alright. On condition I can carry it forward to the trip home if we’re not alone again on this one. And you’re not to cum when I’m sucking you; I want to see you shoot a good load when you do it, none of your second time dribbles.”

“Done!” I said.

I unzipped and took my penis out. Jean made to get on the seat beside me, but I motioned her to the floor. The very grubbiness of the whole situation was turning me on, and to this day this is my favourite position for getting a blowjob. Jean knelt between my legs and took me into her mouth, pushing my foreskin back with her lips. As she licked and sucked at the swollen glans I went back to my reading. I was no stranger to enjoying a wank over a magazine, but having a girl suck me off me while I read was an outstanding improvement, the best of both worlds.

I soon got bored with the mag, and put it down to watch Jean at work. Her head moved back and forth as she sucked at my dick, and when her jaws tired she would take it out and lick the head like an ice cream with her long pointed tongue. As she did I enjoyed the sight of her hand stroking the shaft, finger nails bright red with varnish. She let go and stuck her tongue into my trousers to lick my scrotum at the base of my cock and then went back to sucking my helmet. As the train slowed for the next station and we tidied ourselves, Jean tutting over the holes in the knees of her stockings, I couldn’t deny that she had kept her part of the deal.

Nobody got in, and as the train gathered speed I felt, for a moment, unaccountably a little shy of what I was going to do, not of touching myself but of doing so to the pint of orgasm. Jean was fired up though.

“Ok, time to haul that big cock of yours out and start wanking!”

Jean grinned and, pulling her skirt up, put her feet up on my seat, her legs spread one either side of me. I undid my zip again, took my cock out and started to masturbate, looking at her crotch and stocking tops. I stroked my erection slowly, knowing that she would want it to last for a while. Her hand moved to the front of her panties.

“I want you to stand up and do it.”

I stood up, bracing myself against the side of the carriage with my left hand. My fist was moving on my cock all the time, and I stepped forwards so that I was between her knees. Jeans hand was inside her panties now and I watched it moving under the material as I masturbated. I was enjoying myself, all the initial feelings of shyness gone.

“Why don’t we take them off?” I suggested.

She wriggled her panties down leaving them hanging around one knee and spread her legs more. I dropped my trousers and boxers around my ankles, and my hand moved a little faster as I saw her pussy open up.

“You look such a slut, with the knees of your stockings torn and your knickers at half mast.”

“How do you think you look, on a train with your pants around your ankles and your prick in your hand?”

She masturbated with her forefinger moving up and down her crack, rubbing beside her clit. As I watched I noticed how the pale flesh of her thighs bulged slightly at her stocking tops

“Pull your foreskin back; I want to see your knob.”

I did as I was told; wanking at the shaft and leaving my cock head exposed, and replied,

“I want to see you finger yourself.”

A scarlet nail and most of her middle finger disappeared into her vagina. She sighed and moved her finger in and out, a dreamy look on her face.

“Are you sure you don’t want to make love? We’ve got time.” I asked.

“No, you izmit kendi evi olan escort know what I want.”

I was almost as much into it as she was by now.

“Ok, just say when!”

She withdrew her finger and went back to rubbing around her clit.

“When you’re going to cum, wank really slowly, I want to see everything. And don’t get it all over my clothes, just on my legs or pussy if you want.”

“Pull your skirt up out of the way then.”

She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wider

I let my foreskin come forward again. I always masturbate with my foreskin over my knob, just pulling it back hard from time to time.

“I love looking at your pussy, it’s beautiful. Just seeing it makes me hard.”

“Watching you wank over me is so horny, it’s just like the guys wanking over their mags. I’d love to watch that, some guy masturbating until he shoots his load only he doesn’t know I’m watching.”

Jeans finger moved faster on her clit and I speeded up in response. We were both breathing hard, Jean rosy cheeked and letting out little sighs from time to time.

“Cum when you want, I’m ready for you now.” She said breathily.

I speeded up a little, and then slowed as the sensations started to build up.

“Here it comes.” I warned her.

“I can see some cum already!”

The drop of pre cum turned to a drip and fell to the floor, followed by another.

“You’re dripping sperm!”

I focused on Jeans finger rubbing her clit, and slowed my stroking right down. I was going to cum anyway, even if I let go of it

Waves of pleasure coursed through my groin.

There was a spray of thin fluid, most of it landing on the back of her hand, closely followed by the first heavy rope of semen which flopped across her stockinged thigh. I kept pumping slowly with my fist, spurting more cum onto her hand, thighs and pussy. Jeans finger kept moving all the while, but I’m not sure if she came, maybe one of her small ones. When I was finished I pulled my foreskin back and squeezed the last drops onto the floor between her legs.

Jean looked a picture with her spunky, torn stockings and cum all over her hand and pubic hair.

“That was fun, wasn’t it? Did you enjoy wanking over me?” She asked

“Yes, just so long as you don’t want me to do it myself every time!”

I sat down, feeling a bit week at the knees.

“Well, thanks for showing me how you do it; you know I wanted to see.”

She took her feet off the seat and came across to me.

“Love you.” She said, and kissed me before taking my knob in her mouth, sucking very gently knowing it would still be very sensitive.

“You’re something else. I love you too.” I replied.

Jean released me and started to clean up. She took her stockings off, rolled them into a sticky ball and stuffed them in between the seats. Her panties were used to wipe her hands and clean the worst from her thighs and pubes. The magazine was tucked back where I found it. I didn’t need it.

When we arrived at our destination Jean got out first and walked briskly a little ahead of me down the platform. Her hips swayed, and the skirt moved with them. Her heels clack clacked on the cement. She exuded sexuality and confidence. Dear god, the skirt only came half way to her knees, and under it was naked pussy and ass! One puff of wind and her cunt would be on display. My cock thickened. I was going to fuck her as soon as we got into the room. Roughly, no foreplay, just skir up around her waist, jam it in and fuck her. I knew she would be ready for it. She turned her head as I caught up, flicking her hair around, and flashed me her prettiest smile. Butter wouldn’t melt!

“Hope you’ve got some strength left for the real thing!” She said.

“Don’t worry about me!”

I remembered the girl in the mag with the shaved pussy, and the razor in my bag. My cock thickened some more.

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I am now well into the second year of my new career and have a good number of regular clients. Many of them like to talk at length and sometimes a session ends without anything sexual taking place at all. At times I feel more like a therapist than a sex worker but I’m not qualified for such a role so I tend to offer empathy and encourage them to keep talking rather than trying to make any smart psychological intervention.

Mostly, I am a very active participant in the games my clients like to play but there are many occasions when I am required to be passive. The most common situations involve my feet and legs, and shoes and stockings. One of my regular clients likes to worship my stockinged feet and calves, stroking and licking and rubbing his cock against them, while I pretend to be oblivious of his attention, reading a book or watching TV. I have forgotten to wear panties so he gets an upskirt view as well. By the end of the session he “accidentally” cums on my feet, I chastise him and make him clean up his mess and then send him away.

With another client it is a similar feet and legs scenario but I am fully engaged and instructing him as to what I would like. I have to say that he gives a wonderful foot massage, which ends with me asking him to give me some of his “special protein enriched lotion” to keep my feet in the best possible condition.

Stocking tops and that gap of naked thigh between them and my pussy is another popular area of attention. And my bottom is never short of its admirers, as I described in my first story.

In all of these little scenes, I know there are those who would say that I am not only degrading myself but also degrading all women by allowing myself to be used as a sex object. I don’t choose to frame it in such a way at all. For me, the sight of a man masturbating is a compelling vision of masculinity, and I get a powerful surge of exhilaration when it is my body that it is providing the stimulation for him to cum.

…

Once in a while, I have a new client with whom I am surprised at the outcome. One such client was “Greg”. He called me and said that maybe I would benefit from a full body massage and would I like one. It was a curious choice of words but I went ahead and gave him my standard piece izmit rus escort about non-penetration. He said that there was no need to worry because he always respected boundaries. We agreed on my fee and he booked a session with me, but something about his approach made it seem that it was me who was hiring him.

I have a regular client who also likes to give me a massage. He gives me a nice back rub, works his way to my bum and eventually cums between my thighs. With Greg, however, I suspected it would be something a little different.

When Greg arrived, the first thing he did was to take an envelope from a small leather bag he was carrying and to hand it to me, saying it was my gift. He then asked to use the bathroom and, of course, I checked that the envelope did indeed contain my fee, which it did. I realised that his visiting the bathroom was to give me the opportunity to count the money and it was clear that he wanted to control things.

He declined a drink but we sat and talked, unusually with the emphasis being very much on me. He was an attractive man, medium height and slim, probably in his early sixties, and with a soothing, deep voice. After a short while, he got around to asking if I had a problem in reaching orgasms. Despite that I have never had such problems, I somehow knew that the answer he was looking for was a “yes”, so that is what I gave him.

He nodded knowingly, saying that it was very common for women in my line of work. He went on to say that his massage technique was especially designed to help cure my lack of orgasmic response and he was sure that it would be of great benefit to me.

We moved to my bedroom where I almost never entertain clients but for a full body massage I had no other option. I had prepared by spreading a large towel over the bed, setting the heating to a nice temperature and spraying the room with a soft-smelling perfume. He looked around, nodded his approval and asked me to undress. As I did so, he began to do the same, explaining that it made the job easier for him and that he didn’t want to get oil on his clothes. He stripped down to a pair of blue briefs which he didn’t remove. His body wasn’t especially muscular but he looked very fit and toned with a light tan and little izmit escort body hair.

He took a bottle of oil from his leather bag, asked me to lie face down and then straddled my hips. At first I wasn’t too comfortable with the situation because it gave me very little control over what might happen. I think he sensed how I was feeling and talked about trusting him. He began with my shoulders and upper back and it was soon clear that he knew what he was doing. There was no need for me to pretend because he had the touch of an expert and somehow it did ease my concerns.

As he worked over my body, down to my lower back, then up from my feet and along my legs, inner thighs and finally my bum, he talked throughout in his lovely soothing voice which seemed to match the rhythm of his hands. I have little idea of what he said because I was getting into something of a trance, though his hands on my buttocks aroused some very sensual and erotic feelings.

The time came for me to turn over and Greg dismounted from his straddle. He took a pillow and said he wanted it under my hips. When I was arranged to his satisfaction, he half sat, half knelt on the edge of the bed by my side. He told me that he could sense a lot of sexual energy in my body and that he was going to gradually focus it and then release it. I translated this in my mind as meaning that he thought I was getting turned on and he was going to get me off. I had to hide my smile, though I had little doubt that he would succeed so I closed my eyes and let him get to work.

He didn’t dwell for long on my breasts but found all those zones that seldom get attention: the sides of my waist and hips; inner thighs; lower abdomen just above the pubic bone; and the V of the creases between my thighs and tummy. I was unaware that I had parted my legs so much until his hands found my outer lips which he massaged and softly pinched for quite a while and which was especially arousing. By the time he got to my inner lips, the tip of my clit had popped out and was screaming for attention. He knew exactly where to find the magic spot (upper left quadrant, in common with many women) and with some soft pressure and slow rubbing I had my first orgasm.

I was still trembling when he asked me if he could insert kocaeli escort a finger because it would give me another orgasm. I told him to go ahead, one of the few occasions when I have allowed penetration.

He maintained the pressure and rubbing on the side of my clit, slid a finger inside my pussy and found my G-spot. I think it is easy to find when I am in a state of arousal. He gently circled it with the tip of his finger and the pleasure was so intense that I didn’t so much have a second orgasm as a continuation of the first.

I’m often asked what it feels like when I cum but I find it very difficult to describe and also it varies. Sometimes it is nice and quivery; other times, when I am really aroused, it is a full body release; and then there are the ones which are in between, such as with Greg, but I didn’t tell him that.

I felt drained at the end of it all and would quite happily have fallen into a one of those lovely post orgasm sleeps but I had to remind myself that I was with a client and not a lover. I roused myself and sat up to see a very self-satisfied smile on Greg’s face.

He said that he was expecting a knock on the front door from the neighbours because I had made so much noise and he asked if I realised that I had ejaculated a little. I know that I do that sometimes but I wasn’t aware of it at that time. Nevertheless I pretended to be amazed and sure enough there was a very damp patch on the pillow beneath my hips.

I felt obliged to ask what I could do for him though I really didn’t want to do anything more. He said that I had already done it and then stood up for me to see a damp patch on the front of his briefs. It was quite a surprise because, as far as I knew, his hands had been busy with me the whole time. He didn’t seem to want to explain so I just smiled and said that it was amazing.

Before he left, Greg told me that his treatment would have opened up new passages through which my sexual energy could flow and that I would have a lot easier time in future in reaching orgasms. Of course, I thanked him profusely and left him with his fantasy. I have not seen him since and somehow imagine that he is working his way through all the other women in the area who are in my line of work.

PS – Many thanks again to all those who sent me feedback on my last story; it is much appreciated. And an extra thank you to the ladies who responded – I put great value on your interest and the thoughts you share with me.

Until next time – Gabby.

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This is a continuation of my experiences from my first year out of College. There are references to the previous story but aren’t necessary to enjoy this story. I hope you enjoy.

*****

It was the first week of June and it was beginning to look like it would be a long hot summer. My friend Tomas was gone until Labor Day and I had no prospects for a girlfriend. I thought about making a booty call to an old girlfriend but I was afraid my visit would be misinterpreted.

Work was getting grueling and I was thankful Friday had finally rolled around. All I had to do was last 8 hours. I poured myself a cup of java and sat down at my desk. I didn’t have any plans for the weekend but I knew I would come up with something.

That morning Ben, one of the VPs I often took to the airport etc. came in and said, “Hi, how would you like to help me launch my new sailboat today?” He had just purchased a large sailboat and he was eager to get on the water.

“I’d love to, but will the office let me off with no notice?” Since I was new I didn’t like asking for favors.

“I’ll take care of that.” Inside of an hour I had changed and was waiting in front of my apartment for him. He pulled up, his boat followed. Andy, another executive who was also going along followed along in his company car. I hopped in the truck with Ben and we were off to the lake.

The lake was 90 minutes away and Ben talked about how excited he was and how much he planned to use the boat this summer. The boat had a small cabin with a berth and kitchenette. It was almost self-contained.

“This should be a real babe magnet for you, huh?” I said

“Sure enough, but I don’t have much problem finding women even without the boat.” Ben was handsome, he was in his mid 30’s (which seemed old to me at the time). “Are you interested in women?” He asked.

I was taken aback with his question. Why would he ask that? Did he know something? I had been very careful to conceal my relationship with Tomas, but did I slipup somewhere? “Well yea!” I stated a little too defensively. “Why would you ask that?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I simply had not seen you with a woman and thought you might swing in another direction.” “It’s ok if you do, I don’t judge. I’ve had friends who were gay and I’ve even taken a ‘side trip’ or two with a man during dry spells.”

My mouth had suddenly gone dry and I took a long drink of my Coke. My mind was racing. Should I come clean? Should I deny? What would be the consequences of my answer? “Well I consider my self sexually flexible.” I said swallowing hard and watching for his reaction. “But I keep my dalliances quiet for fear of the rumor mill.” We lived in a pretty small and conservative Kansas town and I didn’t want to be a topic of discussion.

“You have nothing to fear with me.” Ben said. “People who live in glass houses … as they say.”

The conversation became somewhat awkward after that and I couldn’t wait to get to the lake and launch this thing.

When we finally arrived at the lake I jumped out and helped launch his big beautiful new sailboat. I was glad there were three of us because it took all of us to get it out in the water and it took an hour or so.

“OK guys, jump in and let’s see what it’s like ‘underway’!” Ben said.

“Oh, I can’t.” “I promised my wife I would pickup the children from day care and by the time I get back into town it will be time.” Andy said.

“Well, would you like to stay? It’s still early and we can get in some sailing. I’ll be heading back in the morning and you can ride along with me.” Ben asked.

Without giving it enough consideration I answered. “Sure, that sounds like fun.” I immediately wondered escort izmit if I had made a mistake, considering our brief conversation in the truck.

Andy said his goodbyes and left. Ben and I boarded his new boat and without much effort we were underway.

The wind was just right and we were gliding across the water. It was still early enough that there wasn’t much traffic on the lake and we felt like we owned it.

Ben proved to be a skilled sailor and he could direct the boat virtually anywhere I pointed. We were having a ball and time slipped away. It soon was time to think about dinner so Ben took us to the marina. Inside we picked up some light fare for dinner and a couple bottles of wine.

“It’s going to be dusk soon and we need to decide where we want to berth for the night.” Ben said. “Look for a cove that looks secluded and we can drop anchor there.”

We headed back out and eventually discovered a nice little secluded cove that was surrounded by trees and not visible from the cabins and docks along the shore. Ben skillfully directed us in. He dropped the sail and I put in the anchors, one fore and one aft.

The wind died down and the lake became mirror like as the sun slowly set. We had a light dinner and Ben opened one of the bottles of wine. It was soon a dark moonless night.

“I wish I had brought a swimming suit.” I said. “I don’t want to get my cloths wet because they probably won’t dry by morning, and besides I wouldn’t have anything to sleep in.” I commented.

Ben stood up without a word, put the ladder over the side, shed his cloths and jumped into the water. “Come on in, the water’s fine.”

Still a little unsure and feeling a bit shy I stood up slowly.

“Oh, come on. There isn’t any one else around here for a mile.”

I still wasn’t completely comfortable with Ben, especially after our conversation in the truck. After a brief pause I decided to throw caution to the wind. I dropped my shorts (yes I was commando again) threw off my t-shirt and followed Ben in to the water. God the cool water felt good on my cock and balls. It had been a hot day and the coolness was fantastic.

“I should have had you get out the floating noodles.” And Ben climbed back onboard, he paused briefly on the deck, almost posing. I got an eyeful of his naked body in the darkness, He had broad shoulders and hair over his chest, he had a tight ass and his cock seemed long. He had an attractive body, at least I was attracted and my cock began to harden beneath the water. Ben rummaged in the cabin and tossed in two noodles.

While he jumped in I got another view of his semi erect cock, nested in his ample pubic hair. I wondered if he noticed I was clan shaven and smooth chested when I undressed.

I had retrieved both noodles so I swam to him with the second noodle. We both weaved the noodles under our arms and across our backs as if we were in an easy lounge chair. I let my legs float out and my foot accidently brushed against his leg. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You enjoyed it.” Ben teased.

I didn’t reply. . .but he was right.

We floated for a long while, talking and laughing until Ben said “I want some more wine,” And began to swim back to the boat.

Ben climbed aboard “What I don’t have are towels. I guess we’ll have to drip dry.”

That made me nervous, would I be able to keep my cock at ease? I couldn’t stay in the water all night so I climbed on in. Ben was waiting with a Dixie cup of wine.

It turned out I had nothing to worry about. The cold air against my wet skin made my junk shrivel.

We sat on the bench seats and drank our wine, one, and then another. Our conversation made me relax and soon I forgot we were naked. It izmit escort felt so freeing sitting in the night air completely unclothed. When our cups emptied this time I got up to refill our cups. While I was filling Ben’s cup he commented. “I see you are shorn. It looks good. Makes your cock look really long.”

Now I was rocked in to reality and became self-conscious. After a long pause I said “Yea, I saw it on the porn videos. Chicks expect it now.”

“What about your boyfriends? I bet they like it too.”

I sat down but my cock began to grow immediately knowing I was on display.

“You’re definitely a grower,” said Ben softly, “some guys are showers and some guys are growers. You are definitely a grower.” You have a nice cock. . . mind if I touch it?”

Without me saying a word Ben scooted over and extended his hand over to feel my, now hard as granite, cock. I watched as he slowly began to stroke it up and down. “I bet your have pleasured a lot of people with this magnificent tool.” Ben was such a flatterer. I guess that is what made him a good salesman.

Ben took my ankle and hiked my leg over the side of the boat and scooted me into a lounging position. He came up between my legs and began to lick my balls. He sucked my balls into his mouth one at a time tickling them with his tongue. Ben then hooked my legs in his arms and rocked me back, ass up and began to rim me.

“Oh my God! That feels amazing!” Ben twirled his tongue around and around my ass sending me into a tizzy, my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt dizzy. He then took his finger and slid it gently into my ass.

“This isn’t the first thing you have ever had in your ass is it?” He asked rhetorically. “You like rigid things in your ass, like cocks, don’t you?” He slid his finger slowly in and out, stroking my cock with his other hand.

“Let’s go into the cabin where we can be more comfortable.” With that he withdrew his finger and we both stood up and walked down the few steps into the cabin and Ben forcefully pushed me onto the bed. “Stay there, I need to get something.” He went to a small bag he had on the table and took out a tube that I guessed was lubricant.

Ben came over and crawled into the bed. I rolled over and put my hand on his chest. The hair on his chest was rough in my hand and I found it exciting. He was so masculine and muscular. I took his nipples and pinched them firmly. He flinched slightly and groaned.

I got up on my arm and looked him in the eyes. I lowered my lips to his and kissed him. He didn’t respond so I kissed him again, harder this time. This time his lips became soft and parted slightly allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. I think I surprised him.

I pressed my bare chest into his hairy chest and ground my erect cock against his. I moved my mouth down his neck and across his chest to his nipples and kissed, nipped and sucked on them invoking another groan from Ben. I kissed down his flat abdomen and reached his rigid, erect cock. I put my lips to its’ head and licked with my tongue, moistening his entire head. Then I slid my lips over the head and down his shaft. My tongue danced over his cock as I sucked and slid my mouth up and down on his shaft.

Ben groaned, “Oh yea, just like that.” He put his hand on top of my head feeling me go up and down on him. “I don’t want you to stop, but please do, I don’t want to come yet.”

I stopped and put my head on his stomach. I was eyeball to eye with his beautiful cock. I stroked him slowly with my fingers. His cock was big and fat, so manly. I moved my hand down to his sack. I felt the firmness of his balls and rolled them around moving my fingers around in his bag and between his big nuts. izmit kendi evi olan escort I slowly slid my hand to the base and stroked his sensitive taint and he jumped. I felt very self satisfied that I was making him react to my touch. I put my finger in my mouth leaving it wet and put it down to his ass and inserted it slowly into his hole. He stiffened as I pushed it past his tight opening. “Relax.” I whispered as if we had someone to hide our actions from. It took a second but I felt him relax and I eased my finger in stroked his prostate. Soon could see his penis began to ooze fluid and I moved my lips up to his head and began to suck it out and swallow it down. I loved the warm saltiness of his juice. In just a few seconds he violently jerked and he ejaculated hard into my eager mouth. I wrapped his cock in my warm lips and took in every drop of his seed. His entire body convulsed with each surge his fluid pumping into my mouth until it finally subsided.

I enjoyed the after glow with his cock still in my mouth, knowing he would like the warm softness against his now sensitive organ.

“That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. You have a very talented mouth, tongue and finger.”

With that I released his cock from my mouth and rolled over on the bed beside him feeling proud and almost boastful. “The best you’ve had, huh?” Ben chuckled and we lay together as he recovered. I could feel his pounding heart.

“You think I’m done don’t you?” Ben said assertively. “Not yet young man I’m going to have your ass. I’m going to ram my cock into you until you scream when you cum. Your blowjob only made sure I last longer.” With that he rolled over on top of me pressing me hard into the mattress. He hooked my legs and pulled them up over my shoulders. Ben took the tube he had retrieved and squeezed it into his hand. He slathered in onto his cock and then took more and generously lubed my ass with his fingers. “God, now I’m going to do something to you I have wanted to do ever since I first set eyes on you in the office.”

He pressed his cock against my opening. I put my hand down on his shaft and directed it where I wanted it as desperately as he did. Slowly his cock entered past my sphincter and into my ass. I took a quick deep breath, “Hold it there just a minute till I adjust to your huge cock.”

After a few minutes he slowly began to slip his cock in and out. “Oh my GOD. You feel so good in my ass. Fuck me. God, Fuck me now. I want your cum in my ass.” With that approval he fucked me with a vengeance. Our skin was slapping loudly. He was pumping with such force I could feel the boat rocking in our ecstasy. “Fuck Yes!” I yelled. “I want everyone on the lake to hear me scream as you fuck me.” With more gusto he pounded me hard and cum began to pump out of my cock. “I’M CUMMING, YOUR COCK IS MAKING ME CUM!!” Then I could feel his cock , once again pump. I knew he was cumming, as his back stiffened and he plunged hard and deep inside of me. “OH! YES! I FEEL YOU PUMPING YOUR LOVE INTO MY ASS. OH GOD, DON’T STOP.” My heart was pounding as if I had run the 50 yard dash. We lay united together for some time our sweat running together in the summer heat.

Ben slowly eased up on his elbows and withdrew his shaft from it’s sheath. “Come here.” He stood up and walked back out on the deck, his cock beginning to ebb. I watched as he stood on the side of the boat and jumped in. I quickly joined him in the water. The cool water was once again welcome on my hot skin. I swam out about 10 yards and returned to the boat and crawled up the ladder. “Boy. You have one sweet ass.” Ben said as he watched me climbed in.

“And you rode it like an expert. I’m not your first either am I?”

He didn’t reply, I assumed he didn’t hear me.

Ben got back into the boat and we had the last of the wine as we air dried. We slept together that night.

That summer we had several more weekends on his boat. We became each other’s secret lover.

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It was after-hours at a posh restaurant in San Francisco and a young woman lay naked across a dining table. Culinary students had helped this young Asian woman get into the right position, and judging by her incredibly erect nipples, there was excitement in the air.

The restaurant staff had already gone home except for Elizabeth, who was the award-winning Executive Chef at this famous establishment. As a 45 year old woman, watching the small group of 20-something year old students experiment with a naked female body was jarring. She was old enough to be their mother! But her love of teaching persuaded her to assist in this sexually tinged endeavor.

This was Nyotaimori, or ‘female body presentation’ in English. It’s a Japanese practice of serving neatly arranged food on a naked body.

Having something like this happen in her restaurant was the last thing Elizabeth had ever wanted. Her boss, a successful restaurant developer and brilliant businessman, had the idea to branch out with a new eatery centered around this theme. Whatever the boss wanted, the boss got.

The boss planned to open a Nyotaimori restaurant in a nearby city and these young culinary students would be his main employees. The naked young student, named Meiko, now rested comfortably on a table that had served thousands of wealthy customers over the last few years. Elizabeth watched male students carefully ‘plate’ the youthful body with food she helped them prepare just moments ago.

Was she now bastardizing her beloved restaurant, destroying the stellar reputation she had helped build? Perhaps so, but tonight’s performance had purposely been kept under wraps. With that concern on the back burner, she watched the events unfold and was surprisingly aroused by the students as they toiled over the naked woman.

In a way, she had to admire them for placing food on Meiko’s intimate areas with such steady hands. None of the students seemed ashamed or embarrassed by the extremely erotic process. They were all millennials who had been raised in the city. Elizabeth recognized they had different cultural norms.

The students appeared at ease; their hands were professional and precise. The finished product was a masterpiece. The student’s breasts were tastefully covered with broad green leaves, though her dark nipples remained visible. At the last minute, dollops of sauce were deposited on the stiff peaks.

Sushi was arranged between her breasts and down her abdomen. At the level of her pelvis, sashimi fanned out from one hip to the other. Meiko’s legs were parted and Elizabeth tried not to stare at the suggestive crevice between her long lean limbs.

It seemed a shame to disrupt the living work of art, yet that is exactly what the students did. Using their fingers, they ate pieces of food from the naked body, dipping them into the sauces spread across Meiko’s breasts. It was all so casual to them.

Nearly gasping out loud, Elizabeth watched a male student dip his bite-sized cut of fish in between the naked woman’s legs and directly into her vagina. At that moment, Elizabeth was positive Meiko would sit up, disrupt the carefully placed food, and slap the guy in his face.

Instead, she saw Meiko giggle while the male student savored the taste of fish laced with vaginal fluids.

Watching with curious eyes, Elizabeth realized that she was way outside her wheelhouse. As an art lover, she appreciated the beauty of naked bodies. But introducing sexuality? Was this part of Nyotaimori? Mulling over these thoughts, she continued to observe without participating in the unusual meal.

***

A few days later. Elizabeth sat at a dining table with a glass of cabernet. It was late and dinner service had just ended. Listening as the kitchen staff cleaned and put away their utensils, she leaned back to relax.

Out of the blue, the boss himself, Mr. Nick Harris, made himself comfortable in a chair across the table from her. He was typically on the road, looking for new business opportunities. Seeing him in their restaurant was a real delight.

“I need another favor,” he stated, straightening his suit while making himself comfortable.

“It’s nice to see you too,” she chuckled. “Your last favor was a bit over the top. Do you realize what I watched the other night? It was shocking, to say the least.”

Elizabeth watched a devilish grin appear on Nick’s face. He had spent years encouraging her to ‘live a little.’ While appreciating her dedication to their shared restaurant, he regularly suggested she add a touch of excitement to her bland life.

“This favor involves the students. You know they’re graduating from culinary school next month, right?”

“Yes, a young gentleman named Tyler informed me,” she replied.

“My new restaurant in Sacramento is moving faster than expected. Permits are up to date, the contractor is ahead of schedule and I’ve heard a number of prominent members of the city are anxious for it to open.”

“Well, since it’s in the State escort izmit capital, I can imagine one or two politicians might be interested in that sort of thing.”

He shook his head at her naivete. “One or two? That’s only the tip of the iceberg. This project will be a huge success. Which means the students will need more experience working in a high-end restaurant. I need you to supervise and complete their training. I’ll compensate you well for your precious time, of course.”

“Sure, okay.”

“I’d like you to critique their food, as well,” he added. “They have a wonderful assortment so far, but I want the quality up to your standards. My clients expect perfection, and with the amount they’ll be paying, we need to deliver.”

“Do you have an executive chef for your new restaurant?”

“Unfortunately, no. Until then, you’re in charge of these students and their dishes.”

Fortunately, Elizabeth enjoyed mentoring young students and would-be chefs. Teaching and educating was a passion of hers, especially when pupils displayed a strong passion to learn about the art of fine cooking.

From what she could see, these students had the drive and determination necessary to achieve great results in the culinary world, with or without the use of naked bodies on the dining table.

“Of course I’ll taste their food,” Elizabeth assured him. “And I’ll give my thoughts on what can be improved.”

“Wonderful. But remember, it’s a Nyotaimori style restaurant with a California twist. This is going to be wildly popular and you should become familiar with the unique flavor profiles.”

The mischievous expression on Mr. Harris’s face made Elizabeth squirm. Knowing her boss well, she recognized he must have something special up his sleeve.

“Can you define a California twist?” she asked, her voice laced with humor. “Adding fresh avocados to it?”

“California cuisine involves serving organic and natural flavors, as you know.”

Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide. She knew exactly where Nick was headed. She was being asked to sample what the male student had gathered between Meiko’s legs: vaginal juices.

“I couldn’t possibly do that!” Elizabeth sputtered.

“Why not?” Nick’s demeanor remained frustratingly calm.

“Well…” she began, not knowing where to start, or even why she was so upset by the prospect. “It seems unhealthy to dip food in a woman’s… you know…”

Nick chuckled again at her innocence. “It’s called a vagina.”

“I know that!” she snapped.

“Listen, Lizzie. It’s 2019 in California. When people come to my Nyotaimori restaurant, they know what’s involved. Look at it as the ‘spice of life.’ Trust me. It’ll be a hit.”

“It sounds like you’re really set on this direction,” she said, somewhat deflated.

Elizabeth knew that when Nick pursued a goal, he was incredibly persuasive. Her fingers twisted nervously in the napkin that lay across her lap as she considered stretching her boundaries.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked. “You’re fidgeting.”

“Do you really expect me to taste it?” she inquired, hesitantly.

“The food? Of course! How else will you provide a meaningful critique?”

“You know what I mean. Do I… have to eat it… from a naked body?”

He leaned back and smiled. “That, my darling, is the big question. Personally, I don’t think it’s a big deal. These students have high standards. Whomever is acting as the serving platter has taken measures to ensure cleanliness.”

“Even, you know, inside? In her… vagina?” Elizabeth whispered the last word even though they sat alone in the dining area.

Nick sighed, “Liz, vagina is not a dirty word. But I happen to know Meiko always makes sure that every part of her body is ready to be used as a serving vessel. Keep in mind, vaginas are the source of human life. How much more organic can you get?”

Elizabeth gulped at the idea. “I’ll do what I can, but no promises.”

“You are, without doubt, the most professional chef with whom I’ve worked. Surely you realize the dish won’t be complete without every ingredient. In order to get the full flavor profile you really should commit fully to the entire process.”

“It’s a good thing I’m working here,” Liz replied, petulantly. “And not at your new restaurant.”

“If you do me this favor, I’ll give you equity in the restaurant. I know you’re interested in opening another restaurant, right? An all new venture? I’ll make you co-owner. Just help me with this. It’ll be a big money-maker for both of us. Frankly, the whole thing is fucking hot and my prospective clients agree.”

It was an offer Elizabeth could not refuse. Her culinary ambitions, combined with resources from Mr. Harris, made this the offer of a lifetime.

“I’ll take you at your word,” she said, pleased with the outcome. “I love helping helping these students, but no promises on how far I’ll go. As long as everything is clean and orderly, I’ll take a closer look. Who knows, maybe I’ll even sample the finished izmit escort product.”

“You know, I fully expected a world-renowned chef such as yourself to be a little more open-minded in this type of situation. I realize you work long hours and I’ve watched you sacrifice a personal life for this restaurant. Maybe it’s time to live a little. You’re a beautiful woman and deserve some personal happiness. You just might find that you like it.”

“We’ve become good friends over the years, but don’t push it,” she said playfully changing the mood.

He laughed, while rising from his seat. “Have a good night, Lizzie.”

Alone again at the table, she chided herself for agreeing so easily. Had she just agreed to co-ownership in a restaurant that seemed more like a peep show? For once, her ambition might have clouded her better judgment. But at the same time, Nick was probably right. Live a little. The culinary students were lovely people. And if she were honest with herself, playing a more hands-on role would be an exciting challenge.

***

It was Saturday night and the culinary students arrived after the regular kitchen staff departed. Watching as the kitchen was brought back to life, Elizabeth admired the passion with which they worked. There were plenty of things to do in the city and most people their age were out having fun. But they were here, working on their craft and perfecting their art.

The kitchen was winding down as they finished preparing the food. Elizabeth never stopped moving, happy to assist in any way possible. The students remained respectful and took each suggestion seriously. The dialogue was open, honest and reminded her of how much cooking mentors helped when she trained long ago. In fact, the student’s enthusiasm was contagious and she found herself looking forward to their finished product.

Taking a moment to check the main serving table in the dining room, she found Meiko who was just emerging from the ladies room. The Asian girl had excused herself ten minutes before to go and wash up prior to the main event. Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice Meiko was wearing her chef’s jacket and nothing else, not even pants or shoes.

“I hear you’ll be observing more closely today,” Meiko said brightly.

“It’s true,” Elizabeth replied, trying to match the enthusiasm. “I’ve been asked to take a greater role, so that’s what I’ll do.”

“Nice. You were such a wallflower last time,” Meiko teased.

“Was I? Honestly, I was fascinated by everyone’s handiwork.”

“Thank you,” Meiko replied. “That means a lot coming from you. We’ve eaten here several times in the past few weeks and we all agree your reputation is greatly deserved.”

Elizabeth smiled, “How lovely of you to say.”

“Anytime. We’re blessed to have your guidance.”

Their private interlude was interrupted when Kevin and Tyler came over to the table. Both men had their hands full, each holding plates and bowls containing their specially made sauces and cuts of meat. After placing them on the table, they turned and looked expectantly at Meiko.

“I guess it’s time to start plating,” Meiko blushed, then unbuttoned her chef’s jacket.

Unlike the first session, Elizabeth was now close to the action. She stood next to the young Asian student who boldly removed her top. Though her chest was flat, she had large, dark nipples.

Elizabeth envied the nonchalance with which Meiko moved. Clearly not bothered by her lack of attire, the student moved exuded confidence indicating she was completely comfortable being nude. Elizabeth was far too self-conscious to even contemplate such a daring exhibition.

As the surreal scene unfolded, Elizabeth tried not to gawk. To the other students, this was normal and they appeared completely unfazed by Meiko’s bareness.

“We brought you something,” Tyler said.

Elizabeth snapped out of her trance. “Yes?”

She was handed a small stack of papers. At first glance, they looked like menus.

“These are our recipes,” Tyler explained. “Along with diagrams of our serving plan.”

“Pardon me?”

Tyler pointed to the header at the top of each page. “We’ve designed different menus that will enhance the natural flavors of specific body types. It’s a revolutionary style of serving Nyotaimori. Cool, isn’t it?”

Immediately, Elizabeth understood their strategy. Since Meiko was a young Asian woman, she’d be served with food and sauces utilizing an eastern flavor profile. Ginger, sesame and soy would highlight sauces and be paired with Japanese vegetables and meats. Admittedly, it did seem very innovative.

Flipping through the list of recipes, she stopped at the very end when her eyes settled on the most shocking page of all. Across the top, MATURE was written and below was a menu designed to be served on a naked mature woman. It included a variety of cheeses, balsamic vinegar, and cured meats, all foods which required an aging process. Was this some sort of insult? Or a backhanded izmit kendi evi olan escort compliment?

She wondered what kind of older woman would agree to such an outrageous proposal. It was one thing for a sexy young woman to display her body with flamboyance, but another for someone over the age of forty to do it? Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the task at hand as the students finishing arranging food around Meiko’s breasts, stomach, and freshly shaven crotch.

A male student bit into a piece of fish he had removed from Meiko’s abdomen, then sucked sauce from around her dark nipple.

“Tasty,” Kevin said, chewing the food slowly. “I think this one is just right.”

Tyler chimed in. “Liz, we’d love your opinion on the next bite.”

Seeing the student’s hopeful expression put Elizabeth on the spot. Was she actually expected to taste food from the flesh of a naked culinary student? And from a nipple of all places?

Anticipation filled the room as a red-headed girl named Sheila handed her a piece of fish to eat. “For you.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said nervously, accepting the offered food item.

With all eyes on her, she felt obligated to take a bite. What would be the harm? It was just a nipple.

She put the bite of fish into her mouth, and before chewing, bent down and took Meiko’s nipple into her mouth. Gently, she sucked a bit of the remaining sauce.

This was her first experience with a woman’s nipple and it was strangely arousing, despite the fact that she was being watched by the other students. Meiko’s nipple was initially supple, but when engulfed by Elizabeth’s mouth, it became instantly hard. Knowing she caused such a reaction was very satisfying to the older chef. And she had to admit the sauce was absolutely scrumptious. Swirling her tongue around the appetizing presentation, she gathered as much as possible.

When Elizabeth pulled away, she studied the erect nipple. Pointed proudly at the ceiling, it was completely clean! Realizing she may have been overly enthusiastic, Elizabeth was initially embarrassed. She was somewhat relieved to see Meiko’s relaxed expression after such a vigorous nipple sucking.

The group watched her eat the fish with interest. She chewed delicately, allowing the flavors to mix as she savored their combined taste.

“It’s wonderful,” Elizabeth said after swallowing the food. “The fish is perfectly cooked and the sauce is lovely. My only criticism would be that the sauce has a bit too much rice wine vinegar. Other than that, it’s marvelous.”

The group seemed to take her advice to heart. After two other students quickly licked Meiko’s other breast, there seemed to be a consensus on that matter and they moved onto the next offering.

A young Hispanic student named Graciela held out a glass containing a thick, pink beverage.

“Would you like some bubble tea?” Graciela asked. “It’s a great palate cleanser.”

Finally, Elizabeth thought. Something refreshing might wash the distractingly pleasant taste of Meiko’s nipple from her mouth. And since this was being served in a glass, it was just her cup of tea, so to speak.

“Sure,” she replied. “Thank you, that looks amazing.”

Instead of handing the glass to Elizabeth, Graciela held the cup over Mieko’s exposed pussy. It was a shocking gesture, but seemed entirely normal to this culinary group.

Elizabeth resisted the strong urge to look inside Meiko’s opening, until now. It was too obscene… too personal. She certainly didn’t want to seem like a creepy pervert who ogled student’s sex organs!

Now, she had no choice but to confront the pussy, which was being offered as a flavor enhancer for the tea. The group waited, wondering what was taking so long. Not wanting to be rude, Elizabeth slowly bent down, praying that someone would stop this culinary madness.

While they all watched, she advanced her lips towards the pussy and reluctantly pressed her mouth against the clean shaven labia. Keeping her tongue to herself, she was careful not to lick the undeniably enticing fleshy petals. While a far cry from oral sex, in Elizabeth’s opinion it was pretty close. She tried to keep in mind that it was just an erotic way of dining, as if that might help.

Elizabeth braced herself when Graciela poured the drink over Meiko’s clitoris, allowing the drink to flow right into her mouth. The concoction was beyond delicious. Had the fluids from Meiko’s pussy contributed to that potent flavor? Elizabeth couldn’t be sure without drinking straight from the cup or licking Meiko’s pussy without the addition of the drink. But that would be unthinkable!

She gulped and gulped as the fluid kept trickling down into her open mouth. Once the serving was complete, Elizabeth pulled away. She saw that excess tapioca was about to drip onto the table, and instinctively her tongue darted out to catch the last drop. As an unintended result, she licked Meiko’s pussy when there really wasn’t a need to do so. Elizabeth was stunned at her own actions!

“What do you think?” Graciela asked with a warm smile. “Was that your first taste of a woman’s nectar? Did you enjoy the flavor?”

Elizabeth patted her lips with a napkin. “It was… delicious.”

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Author’s Note: This was originally one of the variations or scenes I was going to have in another story soon to come. It didn’t work there but I still got a kick out of it, thus giving it its own short little tale. Hope you enjoy.

And of course, all characters are 18 and older.

*****

Two hours ago, it was a good day.

I was with my parents out for a weekend of scuba diving and sun tanning off the coast of Catalina. A much needed weekend of relaxation brought to us through spontaneous means (my pops had cracked a screw and instead of a sports car for his mid-life crisis, he bought a rather big yacht). And so we’d been enjoying the sun after a nice afternoon dive. Armed with margaritas and not a care in the world. That is what I call blissful.

Thirty minutes ago, we received the warning.

Any good sailor knows to check the weather reports before embarking on a trip, and in honesty, we did. There was going to be a slight storm some fifty miles from us, but given our location, the worst we would see would be some graying clouds overhead and a little chop from the waves. We were wrong.

The storm had shifted and the ocean was soon to pick up its ancient fury. We had to haul ass to out run the incoming waves, and do so soon. It was going to be a long trip back to Long Beach, and the sky was already growing gloomy.

The ship rocked side to side, moved by the growing waves from the dark world beyond the hull. The powerful vibration of the engines shuddered through the craft as its equally loud hum followed. I sat in the warm cabin in the office chair, head against the wall and eyes shut. These are the times my father lives for. The man against nature moments. He’d be up there in the bridge thrilled and stressed all at once. I’m sure Mom was with him, which was a mistake. He’d need to be alone. Personally, I’d love to be up there, seeing how we dodge these watery beasts, but it wasn’t my first time at sea with Pops. Whenever it got like this, the best thing I could do was sit it out down below and let him do his thing in peace and solitude.

I could still taste the alcohol from earlier in my mouth mingled with salt which almost seemed to hover in the air. Beside me was a vent, a heater for the spacious interior. Direct heat amongst the cold and the remnants of a rather nice buzz made me quite content for the time being. Hell I hadn’t even bothered changing out of my old swim trucks in the middle of the storm.

The staggered thuds of someone walking down the stairs above me called to my attention. Well, we were still moving along so that could only mean he finally threw her out of the bridge. Oh my mother would be pissed for sure.

Mom entered the cabin from the deck and her own fury could match that of the sea. She too was still in her suit which, much to my surprise earlier, was a very slim halter bikini. Soft and dark, dark blue. She fought the ever changing tilt of the boat trying to make her way across the room.

“I swear, sometimes that man can just drive me up the wall,” she grumbled heading to the small fridge. I couldn’t believe it, in the midst of this tumultuous weather, she grabbed a beer. I couldn’t help but watch her in a way I never really had before. Yeah, she was sexy, but she was still my mother. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but notice how well she fit her suit.

“I take it he threw you out, huh?” it was a stupid question.

She looked at me raising an eyebrow. “Gee, whatever gave you that idea?” She popped the bottle open upon the counter seeming not to care as the foam seeped up and out of the shaft, spilling down her fingers. She stared out the porthole as she sucked the liquid from her skin. “Sometimes, I swear he loves this boat more than…” She trailed off shaking her head as if reminiscing in a secret frustration.

I should have known better, but I just couldn’t stop myself from taking her in. Maybe it was just the light she was in, or the beer, or the fact I hadn’t had a girl since the graduation party. But I was just being innocent, right? I had no intentions, just taking in a beauty. Just because I wasn’t planning on buying doesn’t mean I can’t window shop.

I tried to steal glances as discretely as I could manage. My eyes traveled her skin, the swell of her breasts, her smooth stomach, round hips and ever so slender legs. When she turned to the side, I could see the rise of her round and soft ass which jiggled softly in the swaying cabin. Everything about her right then was captivating. From the way her hair was lightly wet with mist to the way the bikini bottoms were tied on each side of her hips.

“Thomas Allen Williamson, are you checking your mother out?!” I heard ushered from her lips. Oh crap.

My eyes quickly flicked up to her as she took a swig from the bottle, her lips curling around the tip. She wasn’t upset. More like she was happy to catch me in an embarrassing moment. There was something in her eyes just then. An odd sparkle. I think she was flattered.

Well, I was busted. No sense in lying.

“Yeah. Yeah, izmit rus escort Mom, I am. Sorry but…. you actually look pretty good.” She chuckled at my compliment.

“You’re such a good boy,”

I laughed feeling my face flush. “New suit?”

She looked down her own body, one hand holding the counter firmly as our world continued to shift back and forth.

“Yeah, Carrie convinced me to bring it. Kept saying I was too pale in the office. So I figured it wouldn’t hurt. You really think it looks good?” She asked turning slightly, modeling her swim wear.

“Oh yeah. You got a winner right there.”

“Thank you, Tommy,” she said ever so pleased “Next we need to get you a new suit, young man. You’ve had that one as long as I can remember.”

“Oh come on, mom. They’re not that old. Maybe 5 years or so.”

“Well it’s pretty faded,” she concluded and drained her bottle.

I couldn’t help but agree, but before I could voice it, the intercom came alive.

“HEY GUYS, JUST A HEADS UP. I JUST GOT THE WORD AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE’RE IN FOR SOME HEAVY CHOP FOR THE NEXT 30 MINUTES OR SO. IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT THROW UP, HELL DO IT NOW BUT DO IT OVERBOARD!”

Both of us stared at the speaker box throughout the message. Mom couldn’t help but roll her eyes then looked at me.

“You feeling sick at all?” She asked.

“None whatsoever. You?” She just shook her head then added with a laugh, “I am a bit cold and tipsy.”

“Me too,” I said with a pleased smile as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “Tipsy that is. It’s Niiiiiicccce and warm over here.”

“Thanks smartass,” she replied.

“Well Mom, if you’re cold, you should close the door. It’s still propped open a bit.” Now I really was being a smartass, and a lazy one at that. The door was on my end of the room.

I heard her snort some sort of laugh or comment then the clink of a bottle falling into the trash. Her footsteps traveled across the room, the soft thuds vibrating through my feet. Next came the clunking thump of the door being pulled tightly into place. And then it was as if everything suddenly became… lighter.

Dad wasn’t kidding. With a quick look outside I could see the waves had grown to 10 foot rolling beasts. For a boat our size, we could easily get tossed about. A lot of boats out there try to make it easier on their occupants by having seat belts, but this can be a hazard in the end if the ship goes under and you’re still strapped to. This particular boat had them installed, yet my father removed them from all the seats save one. Mine.

Mom was braised securely in the doorway trying what she could to hold herself up, straining in effort. I knew what I should do and quickly strapped my belt on. She watched me intently as if knowing my intentions.

“Mom!” I said opening my arms beckoning her forward. Without hesitation, she quickly darted in, sitting herself firmly onto my lap. I wrapped my hands around her midsection holding her to me as the boat rocked us back and forth.

Her back stretched across my bare chest, her arms on mine. My head resting on her shoulder. The scent of her skin filling my nostrils.

We knew we weren’t in major danger of sinking as long as we stay in front of the storm. Dad actually knew what he was doing. Hell he lived for this (part of me thinks he might have planned for it). However, if we were on deck, we could go overboard very easily. And in the cabin, well, you could suddenly find yourself bouncing from one end to the other and back hitting your head on who knows what on the way. So safety first.

“Do you think he’s okay up there?” she asked, glancing gently upwards.

“He knows what he’s doing. Only worry if we hear the motors go silent,” I responded holding onto her tightly.

As we rocked, I couldn’t help but steal glances down her body. Her slender back naked save for two straps on her neck and ribs. Her spine running downwards trailing lower and lower, leading my eyes to her ass now pressing tightly against me. Oh god this was a horrible time for my mind to be heading in that direction. But I felt as if I was slipping in a maelstrom.

The ocean moved us, causing her to slip back and forth against me. I could feel the rumbling from deep in my loins, the dread of a growing erection rising. I tried to lift her, to at least allow her to straddle a leg but every time she shifted one way or another, she’d be swept right back where she started. Her ass planted firmly atop me. Her sex unknowingly lined up to accept my growing shaft.

“Mom, I think we should move,” I warned. I couldn’t tell her why.

“Just sit still, baby. This is fine.” She hushed, her body pressing down on me with every fall. She had no idea of the growing danger lying beneath her.

I could feel my cock slowly working its way up my leg, trying desperately to rise, nearing full mast.

“Mom, it’s not that…” I didn’t even get a chance to finish before vertigo over took us. We must have crested a large wave for there was a brief moment izmit escort of weightlessness. In so doing, she rose up only an inch or so off my lap. The action freed my now fully swollen member to now press up, hard against the velcro fly of my trunks. When she came back down, a gasp arose from her mouth as I felt myself burrow tightly between her two cheeks.

We didn’t say a word as the ocean rocked us together. I wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t even figure out how to start. I held her tightly, terrified really. It felt so good to hold someone, to feel them against me. To not only hear their heartbeat quicken but feel it through their skin as well but who it was made it so wrong. We were separated still, but just by two layers of fabric, thank God. However, this teasing of our sensations only began to intensify. Our bodies recognizing the symbols, but our minds trying desperately to fight it.

I could see her look upwards, focusing in the direction the bridge would be. What was in her mind, I couldn’t tell you. She had to know, she had to feel me down between her legs. Yet still, she said nothing. Her face was flush from the sun and alcohol, but her lips didn’t utter a word.

I was fighting a loosing battle trying to subdue this hard on for my mother who I was openly checking out only moments before. It was foolish on my part but my body was screaming at me, trying to do away with my common sense. And then, I felt something to really throw me for a loop.

Did she just… press down?

It was probably just the boat, the shifting action of the waves. Yet, for a moment, it felt like the pressure pushed downward on me lasted longer than physics would suggest. And then it happened again. A rocking in my lap that contradicted gravity. My pulse quickened as I looked over her shoulder.

Tiny impressions were screaming against her chest. Her nipples were rock hard. I could feel her breath being taken deep and staggering. Her heartbeat firing away in her chest. Oh my god, she was getting off on this!

I leaned my head against her holding on for all I was worth. Should I risk it? Should I return the thrusts? Fuck it. As the next wave fell, I shifted my hips, raising my groin up into her drive down. It was a deliberate action caught on both our parts.

A small, quick moan escaped her. She immediately pressed down again, sliding back against me and I responded in kind. She lowered her hands now, sliding them against my thighs on their way downward. I, as well, shifted mine, holding firmly now to her waist. A hand on either side. She grabbed the base of the chair, arching her chest out.

Her neck was stretched out beside my face. Her eyes shut as she pushed and pulled herself atop me, sliding our clad sexes together. The scent on her skin was intoxicating. I couldn’t resist with it so close. My lips parted as I kissed her neck.

“Oh Tommy,” she gasped. I shuddered hearing her say my name in such a way. I kissed her again slipping my tongue between my lips, tasting the hint of the sun on her skin.

She gasped again, pressing down harder. My fingers on her waist kneaded her as I began to work my mouth along her shoulders, to the base of her neck, then slowly up the stretch to her jaw line. Stray strands of hair still held the slightest scent of an herbal shampoo.

“Oh this is so bad. This is sooooo bad,” she purred yet pushed down harder with every kiss.

I could feel a tiny earring press against my cheek. I turned my head slightly, nuzzling into her. My hot, panting breath now on her ear. If she was anything like me, this would be a spot. My lips parted, and wrapped around her soft lobe.

“Oh!” she whimpered pressing down on me as I tasted the metallic ring. My teeth closed down gently, nibbling on her ear. She felt like electricity.

I pushed against her still as she slid on me aided by the ever moving ocean. Our bodies panting, heavy with desire and want. Our movements were deliberate. And then, everything shifted.

Through the humming of the engine, the panting of our breath, and the roar of the waves, neither of us heard the muffled sound of velcro tearing. And suddenly, as we crested another wave, my bare cock slipped between the folds of my fly like a heat seeking missile.

We both let out a surprised moan of joy and lust I nestled back directly under her clad lips. I could almost feel everything. Her heat, her desire, the contours of her charms. She continued her rocking, fueled now more than ever. It was so wrong. So very wrong but she felt so damn incredible.

Her legs spread further opening herself upon me. Still between her cheeks, I pumped myself. Precum slipping out the head was instantly smeared against both her bikini and my cock, making me as wet as she was. Our session of dry humping becoming everything but dry.

“Oh God, Tommy, we should stop. We need to stop!” Her actions betrayed her words as they increased in fervor.

The ever so thin fabric between us killed me. It did little to hide the sensations now running rampart demanding kocaeli escort more, more, more. I could feel her bare thighs. The bare skin of her cheeks, but her treasures were still protected. She’d rise up above and lower herself down teasing the tip of my cock against her vulva.

She’d push, knowing it couldn’t go in, that little fucking safety net holding back our 7th heaven. My senses were going wild. She pressed down again against me again, harder this time. My cock began pushing the soaking fabric inside, then immediately she’d pull back. And then she’d repeat. Again, and again. It was dangerous grounds, and she knew what would happen if this kept up.

She shifted her weight and scooted back, my hard on back in front. She continued to tease, to grind, and then slide, back and forth in my lap. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

Suddenly, something felt different. I looked down and noticed that her straps on the bikini bottoms had come undone. How, I couldn’t say. If I untied them, it wasn’t intentional, but I didn’t protest with what happened next. With our rocking action, they were being scrunched and pulled and moved away a little on every thrust. My bare cock coming closer to my mother’s naked pussy, dripping and thriving only millimeters away.

Mom seemed to notice the rising taboo when she then looked down between her legs and a small gasp spilled from her lips. I watched as she leaned forward reaching down between her legs to fix her failing swimwear. I almost cursed in frustration right there.

Then, much to my surprise, she grabbed hold from the front and completely removed her untied bottoms in one fluid tug. She settled down completely exposed to my naked cock and arched her back against my chest. With her free arm, she reached behind her and ran her fingers through my hair. She leaned her lips close to mine.

“Tommy, you know we shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered. I couldn’t help but notice her choice of words or those which were lacking.

“I know, Mom, I do. You feel so good,” my cock ached, coated and wet.

“You too baby,” She whimpered as she settled on my cock again, resting her lips against my shaft, grinding me once more with her soaking wet pussy. “Mmmm…. Our secret, okay?”

“Okay.”

I couldn’t help but slide my hands over her skin as I tried to keep her atop me. The ocean still played with us, moving us to and fro. I ran my hand upwards, slipping under her halter top. Her bare breast filled my hand. The nipple jutting out against my palm.

She pressed hard down on me, rubbing her pussy over the tip. Reflexively, I pressed up, the head gently slipped between her moist lips. She pulled back.

“Let’s just touch, okay Tommy?” I know she wanted more “We should just touch.”

Touching, rubbing, I didn’t care. It all felt amazing. She pushed down again slipping along my length as I squeezed her breast. A nipple in my fingers. Squeezing the nub as she squeezed her legs, trapping my cock between her thighs. She’d then release but I could still feel her pussy tremble.

She’d rock forwards and back dragging my solid tool through her damp hairs. I was now drunk on her aroma, her musk, my mother’s scent. My world was spinning, turning, and churning in pleasure. How ever did it come this far?

I released her top, freeing the last of her clothing from her heaving body. I wanted to take her in, to see her, but all I was allowed was from the back.

“Mom, do you think… Could you turn around?” I asked. I knew it was stupid but I just needed to see her.

“Baby, what?” She panted miles away yet still atop me.

“Would it be okay if you turn around? I’ll still hold you,” I pleaded.

“Tommy, I don’t know… Isn’t this fine?”

“It’s so good, Mom. But I want to see you. I want to see all of you. You’re so beautiful.”

She seemed to calm down, yet her gyrations continued. She looked back over her shoulder, dead in the eye. “You want to see me?”

I nodded, panting heavy. She smiled with that sparkle of hers. “Okay. Hold me tight now, and be careful.” That last part wasn’t about her falling over, more of what she could fall on.

It as a difficult task but the benefit paid off immediately. As she stood and turned I was awestruck. She was incredible. All the more gorgeous in her current state of desire. Her breasts heaved, her skin flushed, and her pussy glistening in the light.

She, in turn, was allowed her first look at me. I watched her eyes devour my member down between my legs. A hungry expression upon her face.

“Well, you might as well take those off.” She said pointing at my trunks. I was quick to oblige. She smiled. Such a naughty little look for the given moment. “Now that looks better.”

She looked back up to me and stepped forwards, straddling my waist.

“Be… careful.” She repeated looking down as she lowered. Her body was so close to mine, nipples against my chest and one arm around my neck.

As she settled, my cock was poking between her legs. The head worked into her cheeks once more, only a few delicate inches from her ass. She bit her lip as she ground her clit against the base of my cock. She worked herself against me hard. Whimpering and panting. Rocking against each other in a rocking cabin.

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“Hey, Nick! Did you ever fantasize about fucking someone in the ass?” Susan cooed in her son’s ear as he lay on top of her, rubbing his cock across the slit of her pussy.

“Oh! How can you even ask that? You know I’d do anything to fuck that lovely ass of yours,” Nick said, dipping his cock into her sopping wet hole, making his mother moan like a slut.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! You’re so damn naughty!” Susan squealed. “So, are you going to fuck me in the ass or aren’t you?”

Nick glanced in the direction of his sister, Elisabeth and her friend Amber, who were hiding under the diving board. He was terrified of what they would think if they saw him fucking his mother in the ass. Susan turned her head to see what he was looking at, but he pushed her back and kissed her roughly on the mouth to distract her.

“Come on, Mom. Let’s do it in the bedroom. Just doing you in the ass will be kinky enough, we don’t need to do it outside. At this rate you’re going to turn me into a total slut.”

His mother laughed and slapped him in on the ass.

“You’re my boy-toy. You’re going to fuck me anywhere I want to, any way I want to.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nick replied reluctantly, realizing he would get no choice. He pulled his cock out of his mother’s pussy and navigated it towards her ass.

He placed the head against her rosebud and began to push, trying desperately to remember to be gentle. But he needn’t have bothered. His mother’s ass seemed to reach out and swallow him whole. His cock buried itself inside of her so quickly that it was almost alarming. Nick began to pump himself in and out, completely forgetting about the less-than-innocent girls who were watching him. He was fucking his mother up the ass, for crying out loud! The muscles squeezed his cock completely differently then they did when he had fucked her in the pussy. It felt completely new to him.

Susan pressed her thumb against his anus, and he gasped.

“Where’s the toy you had before?” she asked in a husky voice. “Are you hiding it from me, you naughty boy?”

“Oh, I must have left it with my clothing,” Nick said. “I can only leave it in for so long.”

His mother pushed her thumb into him, making him squirm, his cock moving back and forth in her ass.

Oh damn, how he was enjoying it! It was just so fucking dirty! His cock throbbed with passion, and with every single thrust he thought that he might come.

He was so distracted by the pleasure that he barely remembered the girls hiding underneath the diving board, and when he thought of them lying there, watching him with their innocent schoolgirl eyes, it acted to only make him hornier.

Damn, he was such a pervert, but he totally couldn’t help it. Sex was so much fun. Wasn’t this the reason why he had started masturbating in the first place, despite the guilt he always felt afterwards? And damn, fucking his mom was so much more fun than any of the naughty little fantasies he had had while he was pumping his cock in his hand!

He loved the feel of his balls smacking against his mother’s ass as he fucked her. He loved the way she moaned like a cheap whore as he thrust in and out of her ass. He loved the feel of her skin, her smell. Every little detail was making his cock throb on the verge of climax. Oh, it was so damn hot!

He slowly became aware of Elisabeth creeping out of the pool naked, and his heart gave a little shock. He had to completely stop moving in his mother’s ass for a moment to keep from coming as the intoxicating combination of apprehension and lust coursed though him.

Nick reached under himself to stroke his mother’s soaking wet cunt, making her moan even more and completely soaking his hand with her juices. He nibbled on her shoulder blade in hope of distracting her from Elisabeth.

What the hell was his sister doing, getting out of the pool? Was she trying to get him in trouble? The bitch! He wanted to give her a good pounding with his cock for being such a pain in the neck. She was practically begging for it, the tease!

And her body was so incredibly hot. Oh! Her breasts were so perky, and her clean-shaven pussy was so young and tender looking, like a flower that was just beginning to bloom.

Just thinking about it made Nick lose control, and he spilled his seed deep into his mother’s ass. He was a little embarrassed for coming so quickly, but he loved the way his mother’s ass muscles milked his cock, just like her pussy did a few hours ago, and yet somehow completely differently.

Elisabeth stood in place, as though mesmerized by the hot sex that was happening right in front of her face. Her hand actually dipped down between her legs to pleasure herself. Damn!

Nick pushed his mother over and snaked his tongue into her sopping wet pussy, trying desperately to distract her from the naked Elisabeth only a couple of feet away, who was now all-out masturbating while she watched.

What the devil possessed Elisabeth to be so stupid and careless?

Nick began to lap at his mother’s pussy as though his life izmit escort depended on it, his heart racing desperately. With his mother’s legs around his head, he couldn’t see what Elisabeth was doing, and he could only pray that she recovered her wits enough to find another hiding spot.

Susan moaned and moaned, thrusting her hips into Nick’s open mouth as he tickled her clit with his tongue. Juices ran down his throat, nearly making him choke, but he was afraid to stop. If his mother wasn’t distracted, she’d turn around and see Elisabeth. And try though he might, Nick couldn’t figure out a way to tell whether Elisabeth had left or not.

Nick tried to make wild arm gestures to ward Elisabeth away, because his jaw and tongue were becoming tired and he didn’t know if he could keep pleasuring his mother so frantically for much longer.

“Susan, you little hussy,” Nick heard his father laugh as he closed the sliding glass door behind him. “Don’t you have any shame, using your own son as a plaything like that?”

“Well, someone was too busy with work to play with me, and I was still horny,” his mother said, sulking like a little girl that has been denied ice cream.

Nick continued licking his mother’s pussy even though he was pretty sure he was now safe. His father would have noticed Elisabeth if she hadn’t hidden somewhere out of sight.

His father unexpectedly stuck a finger up Nick’s butt, and Nick gasped into his mother’s pussy, causing her to climax.

Samuel grabbed his wife by the hand and helped her stand up around Nick, who was lying on his belly on the sun chair.

“Now that I’ve helped your sex toy get you off, will you forgive me enough to go shopping?” Nick’s father asked, kissing his wife’s hand dramatically.

Nick stared at this open-mouthed, his face dripping with his mother’s juices and his cock hard again.

“Are you two leaving?” Nick asked, trying not to look too excited about it. He was secretly hoping he’d convince one or both of the girls to let him fuck them after his parents left.

His mother looked at him intently, her eyes narrowing. “Yes, we’re going to go replace the sex toys you stole from me, and maybe invest in a couple more interesting devices if the mood hits me.”

Nick had to keep himself from drooling as he imagined his mother browsing through sex toys. It was a very pleasant image. What would she wear, he wondered absently. Black leather? Would she bother to keep her breasts covered in a shop like that? The idea drove him wild, and he wanted to come with, despite himself.

He had never been in a real sex toy shop before, and he was dying to see what one was like.

“You’re not coming,” his mother said as though she read his mind. “The shop is for people twenty-one and older, you’re not old enough. Besides, your sister’s going to be home from school soon, and someone should be there to greet her when she returns.”

Remembering Elisabeth brought Nick back to his senses and he smiled and nodded.

“Yes, mother. I’ll be good and clean up before my sister knows I’ve been naughty,” he said, looking perhaps a little too amused. His mother’s gaze narrowed on him just the tiniest bit more.

“Make sure you do,” she said sharply. “I don’t want your perversion affecting your sister.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Nick said with just a touch of a smile. He thought Elisabeth was already twice the pervert he was.

His mother seemed satisfied and simply slapped him affectionately on the bottom before walking into the house, hand in hand in with her fully clothed husband, wearing nothing but her opened white robe.

Nick stared as she left, drinking in the look of her butt hidden behind the thick white cotton. Has he really just been lucky enough to ride that lovely ass? Maybe, even now, his cum was leaking out of it as she walked. And for sure, the pussy juices that dripped down her legs were his handiwork. It was his touch that had tickled her clit, his jaw that had wrapped itself around her sopping wet cunt. He could hardly believe it! It was too good to be true.

Nick felt a pair of breasts brush against his back and realized that Amber had come out of hiding. He wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out, but he couldn’t just do something like that to his sister’s best friend, especially since she was still a virgin!

He moaned like a slut, feeling her soft flesh against his back.

“Oh! You drive he crazy, you little witch,” Nick groaned, turning around and kissing her softly, beginning to massage her breast with his hand.

Amber moaned softly and opened her mouth so that Nick could kiss her more deeply. Oh, she wanted it so badly. Nick knew she did, and he wanted her too. His cock was standing straight up like a flagpole, threatening to explode at any moment.

He let his cock brush up against her. His tongue slipped into her mouth. He remembered the feel of her mouth on his cock and how quickly she had brought him to climax, and the way Elisabeth punished her for izmit escort bayan it.

Would his sister want to punish Amber again if he fucked her? And should he care? It was so damn hot to see Amber swimming around in the pool with her bikini wedged up herself, it made his cock ache to think of it.

Nick let his cock rest against the entrance to her pussy, loving the way her smooth skin felt against his cock. Oh, it was a feeling to die for! He wanted to fuck her. Oh, he wanted it so badly!

Amber pushed a little closer as she began to writhe and thrust her hips against him.

He was going to do it. He was going to grab his cock in his hand, and he was going to guide it into her, and then he was going to fuck her until he came again, even if he couldn’t last very long.

He was going to have her!

“Hey, what’s taking you two so long?” Elisabeth asked, popping out of the bushes. “Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, staring at Nick’s hard cock beginning to push into her best friend. “Oh, come on, are you two are just going to fuck outside and leave me all alone to watch? What are you, sadists?”

“Oh sorry, little sis, are you feeling left out?” Nick asked.

“Damn right I am! I fully intend to fuck your brains out before Amber gets the chance.”

Amber opened her mouth to protest, but Elisabeth interrupted.

“Since when are you so big on fucking me?” Nick asked with a little smile. “You’ve always given me the idea that you weren’t that interested.”

Elisabeth just rolled her eyes. Amber giggled. Nick felt a little embarrassed and decided to just shut up. This wasn’t the sort of conversation he ought to be having with his little sister.

“Now, Mom said I need to get all cleaned up so I can be a good example to you ladies,” Nick said, grabbing both girls around the waist and pulling them next to him. “Now if one or both of you girls want to supervise me, you can come and make sure I do it right.”

Amber giggled. Elisabeth stamped her foot.

“Fine, you two go take a hot steamy shower, like the pathetic pubescent high school students you are, and I’ll be in my room doing some real magick.”

“God, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it!” Nick exclaimed.

“Oh, what sort of magick are you going to do?” Amber asked, suddenly very interested. It was obvious to Nick that Amber thought the prospect of performing more magick was much kinkier than having straightforward sex with him, and began to wonder, perhaps not for the first time, whether he had a chance at competing against his sister for her best friend’s affection.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking for ages that it would be fun to try to summon Grandma’s ghost,” Elisabeth said with a little laugh. “You two probably don’t know it, but she began losing it towards the end with her illness and all. She began complaining about how her only regret was that Grandpa never once gave her an orgasm.”

“Wait one moment! I’m not letting you call back Grandma’s spirit just so you can fuck her, you crazy little slut!”

“Hey, watch who you’re talking to! I’m a really powerful witch!” Elisabeth exclaimed, stamping her foot down in the mud dramatically. “And I’ll be doing it for Grandma’s own good! Don’t you know that unfulfilled desires hold you back from going into the afterlife? What sort of granddaughter would I be if I didn’t drag her back and eat her pussy once or twice? Maybe if you’re nice, she’ll yet you jump her old bones!”

“Eew, gross!” Nick exclaimed. “I’m not into necrophilia!”

“No, necrophilia is having sex with dead bodies,” Amber corrected him. “You’d be having sex with her spirit, it’s entirely different. I’ve heard of a woman who enjoyed having sex with spirits so much she gave up living men entirely.”

“Oh, and who was that?” Nick asked suspiciously.

“Oh I forget, either Emily Dickinson or Sarah Winchester or maybe both,” Amber said with a little giggle. “It’s been a while since I stopped reading my erotic ghost story chronicles.”

“Come on! It would suck if Mom and Dad came back while Grandma was still hovering about,” Elisabeth said, pulling her brother and her friend by the arm into the house.

“Ok, I suppose I’ll come help,” Nick said grumpily. “But I’d better take a shower first, I’d like to get the smell of sex off of me.”

“You’re wasting your time,” Elisabeth said as Nick disappeared into the bathroom. Amber laughed.

Nick sighed deeply and collapsed against the bathroom door. He was so exhausted. Why in Heaven’s name was his little slut sister going to make him fuck his dead grandma, of all people? What, did she think that if he was willing to fuck their mother, he’d do anything? Their grandmother had died at a fairly young age from cancer, when he and Elisabeth were only small children, but still, she’d be a bit old, and even worse, dead! Nick shuddered.

He turned on the shower water and stepped under the stream, enjoying the hot flow of water over his skin. He felt strangely dirty, sort like how he used to feel when he izmit sınırsız escort had dirty thoughts about his sister, but different. Now he felt more worn out, as though he were an old rag that has been wrung out one time too many.

Their grandmother! His sister was a freak! He lathered up his body, taking extra care to get underneath his armpits and just above his cock, where most of the smell lingered.

Nick’s cock quickly swelled back to hardness as he lathered up his public hair. He laughed, a little guilty, and decided he ought to wash that too.

He was risking becoming completely insatiable.

Nick opened the door to his sister’s bedroom without knocking. Hell, it wasn’t as if she had anything he hadn’t seen just twenty minutes ago!

The two girls decked the room out in candles again. This time, they were thick and white, like the old-fashioned candles in horror movies. Both of the girls were wearing just a little bit of make-up and clothing and had teased their hair out to the point where they looked rather Goth.

Nick chuckled to himself. It was like they were trying to impersonate something out of a bad teen magazine.

“Oh, quit it,” Elisabeth said and Nick almost burst out laughing watching her black-painted lips begin to move.

“Special clothing for special occasions,” Amber said, handing Nick the eyeliner. “When summoning spirits, it can’t hurt to go a little Goth. If you want to participate in this ritual, you ought to play the part too. Every little bit helps.”

“But I don’t have anything Goth or kinky to wear, you two know that!” Nick protested. He wasn’t feeling right about this new development.

“Well, maybe I should just draw some magick symbols or something on you then,” Amber offered. “We really can’t afford to fuck this spell up.”

“I’d normally be reluctant to have a dick like you participate in something like this, without being properly initiated or anything, but we’ll probably need you,” said Elisabeth.

“My cock and I are at your mercy,” Nick said dramatically, manhandling his dick as though presenting it for the girls’ appraisal.

“Oh, good. You get to be the sacrifice,” Elisabeth said with a sinister smile.

“Oh hell no! I’m going back to my room,” Nick said, beginning to turn away, but Amber grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

“A sexual sacrifice,” Amber explained. “We’re going to use your sexual energy as a medium to summon your grandmother’s spirit from the other plane.”

Elisabeth went to a little jewelry box and pulled out a girl’s bracelet, which she snapped onto Nick’s left wrist.

“This used to be Grandma’s. She left it to me before she died,” Elisabeth said seriously. “It will help us channel her.”

“She’s not going to materialize in my body, is she?” Nick asked, beginning to panic. He wasn’t liking the idea one bit.

Elisabeth only shrugged and pushed Nick onto the bed. She leaned over him seductively and bent to kiss him. Her mouth was so soft, so sensual, that Nick began to forget his worries just a little. Elisabeth tied his arms to the bed, but he hardly noticed. He didn’t notice, either, when Amber took the eyeliner and began to draw symbols on some of the exposed areas of his skin.

Elisabeth began to kiss her way down his body. It was every bit as good as everything he had ever fantasized about. His sister, young though she was, seemed to know tricks that his mother had either never learned or somehow forgot, and the feel of her mouth on his body alone was almost enough to make him come.

When her tongue began to swirl around his cock, Nick thought he had died and gone to heaven. Oh, he loved it. It was so dirty, so sinful to be giving into this pleasure after he had wanted it for so long, and it felt so good.

Nick was getting hornier and hornier. He felt a woman’s crotch descend onto his face and began to eat her pussy, completely unaware of whether it was Amber or Elisabeth or even the spirit of his grandmother.

Chanting rang in his ears, but he was much too far gone to pay attention to it. His cock was positively pulsing with desire. It seemed that every little attention was paid to him. Every ounce of his flesh was pleasured to the point of ecstasy, and yet he did not come. He just became hornier and hornier.

The room seemed to get warmer. It seemed darker, too, as though one or two of the candles that lit his sister’s bedroom had burned out. A cold breeze seemed to run though Nick’s body.

He felt so light and yet so heavy, and the fire in his loins was intense. He was so damn close to climax and he wanted to come. He wanted to come more than anything else in the world. If only his hands could move, he’d pump his cock or stick it in one of the girls, willing or not. He couldn’t take it anymore! He needed to come. It would be their own fault for tormenting him, the little teases.

And then suddenly, with an apparent burst of light, he came. He was too far gone to know if he squirted cum and whether it landed on him or anywhere in particular. His body seemed to writhe and convulse, as though he were possessed, and the sublime pleasure refused to dissipate but continued to torment him. He felt like he was drowning in a warm pool of white light and there was nothing left of the room he had been in.

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The phone rang during dinner, Laurey answered it as she always did. “Hello, this is Laurey.” Her face turned white as she listened to the man on the other end of the line. She stared at her husband across from her wondering if he could hear the voice on the phone.

“This is Joe, remember me from the school?” The deep voice asked. Laurey nodded her head unable to speak. “I know your husband is probably watching you so I will make this quick. If you are serious about getting fucked call me back I have a party tomorrow night and I need someone to entertain us.” There was a click and then a dial tone.

“What was that?” Laurey sat frozen with the phone still sitting in her hand as her husband looked at her with a worried expression. “Are you ok?”

She shook her head and slowly hung up the phone. “Yes, I’m fine.” She returned to her dinner. “Julie is just having a hard time with her divorce.” She looked up at him almost pleading, hoping he would reach out to her in some way.

“Oh, is that all.” He shrugged and started eating again.

She nearly cried as she watched him shovel another helping of food onto his plate. “I’ll call and talk to her in more detail later.”

“Good idea, I’ll be watching the ballgame.” He thought for a minute or two and then suggested. “You might want go over and chat with her if you need to.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” She told him and they finished their dinner in silence.

She cleaned the dishes up and heard him yelling at the umpire or referee or whoever. She sat down in the study and picked up the phone to call Julie. Julie was very understanding, having just been through a messy divorce, she could identify with Laurey’s need to get away and into the arms of another man. She was not to certain about the safety of a party with a bunch of strangers. Laurey agreed that she needed some form of protection, she had already had her tubes tied several years ago, but would be seriously in trouble if someone from work identified her.

After several hours of talking with Julie she hung up the phone. The house was quiet. She glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight! Laurey walked through the downstairs locking up and setting the alarm. She heard a loud snore when she walked by the stairs, “I guess he is asleep.” She said to herself. The idea of the party was a great fantasy, but the reality scared her enough to where she couldn’t do it. She pressed the erase button on the phone to delete Joe’s number.

She sat in the dark wandering around on the computer doing some shopping. She pulled her pocketbook from the chair and got out her wallet so she could buy a new dress. Her breath caught in her throat, there underneath the credit card was Joe’s card. His construction company’s name and number on the front. “No way.” She couldn’t believe it. “I can’t call his work number for this.” She told herself. Her heart raced as she slowly turned the card, peering around the edge. There on the back was a hand written number with the name Joe under it. “It can’t be.” She started dialing the number and stopped half way through. “I can’t.”

A loud snore shook the house. “Maybe…” She thought, her fingers were a step ahead of her mind. She realized when she heard a click and “Hello?” on the other end that it was too late. There was another “Hello?” followed by a brief pause, then the voice whispered. “Laurey? Is that you, slut”

“Oh God.” She mumbled, frightened and excited by Joe’s deep voice.

“It is you.” He laughed. “I had almost given up on you calling.”

“I can’t believe I did.” She explained nervously.

“I understand, first bachelor party?” He asked trying to sound soothing. “You can back out at any time and nobody will make you do anything you don’t want.”

She wanted to hang up and run away, but that would be rude, besides, she was getting excited at the thought of Joe’s big cock again. Her body remembered being filled and stretched by it. “After last time I’m not sure what I want.” She could feel the conflict between body and mind raging within her. “I guess I want to know what to expect.”

Joe could almost see her wavering in her desire to be there. “I will explain it to you, then if your panties are still on and dry you can back out with no hard feelings.”

“What!” Laurey exclaimed and then immediately quieted afraid she might wake her husband.

“Just kidding.” Joe reassured her. “I just wanted to lighten the mood and get you in the proper frame of mind.”

“Very funny.” She chided. “I nearly woke my husband.”

“I couldn’t have that happen.” Joe reeled in the more graphic ideas. “To start with, there are 5 guys plus me. Unless, the grooms brother makes it into town early, that would make it 6. They will expect you to strip naked and at some point give the groom one last blow job.”

Laurey listened as Joe explained. “Just a blow job for the groom?” She asked a bit surprised.

“That is what the guys will expect.” Joe gave a brief pause for effect. “What they want depends on how many drinks they have.” He let her think beylikdüzü escort about the fact there would be alcohol. “Myself and one other will be designated drivers and not drink. I do intend to get the groom totally sloshed, since he is my brother in law. You have the option, most professionals don’t drink, but some of the amateur gals do.”

“I will occasionally have a bit of wine or beer.” Laurey wasn’t really good at holding her liquor, but felt if Joe knew she was only a light drinker he would keep her limited. “I like to remember things the next day.” She joked.

“Me too.” Joe agreed. “Especially the hot strippers.” Laurey blushed, just remained silent. “We are the bouncers if you like and will keep the other guys in line if they get too friendly. It usually starts when we get back from dinner and ends sometime after midnight.” He wondered, “Do you have an excuse for your old man?”

Laurey didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, he told me I should go over to a friend’s house tomorrow. She is going through a divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe she can come along too?” He suggested.

“God No!” She exclaimed quietly this time. “I couldn’t let her see me like that. Come to think of it I can’t let anyone see me like that.”

“Why not? Oh, your job.” He thought for a bit. “We could use a mask.” She thought about the mask idea, keeping her face and hair hidden while the rest of her was on display. The thought was exciting her. She was imagining being blindfolded in the midst of these strange men when she realized her hand was inside her panties rubbing her clit. “You like that idea?” Joe was asking her.

“Yes, sounds good.” She answered trying to cover up her lapse in attention.

“Really!” Joe knew she hadn’t been listening. “You will bring the cake for desert then. Damn, I didn’t think you would let us eat cake off of you.” He teased.

“What?” She backpedaled in her head. “You want me to be the cake?”

“Just kidding, wear something sexy to serve the cake in though, OK” Joe liked this idea for how to introduce her. “That is how you will make your entrance.”

“OK, I will check with Julie and text you if I can make it.” Laurey hung up the phone and looked down. Her panties were soaked, along with her fingers. She went to bed where she tossed and turned all night.

In the morning she awoke to the sound of her husband getting dressed and leaving. She called Julie first thing and told her about Joe’s phone call. Julie offered to cover for her if needed and also had an outfit that would be perfect. They spent the afternoon getting Laurey all dolled up and then she sent Joe a message asking for directions. Julie agreed to drop her off and would call to check on her at midnight to come pick her up if needed.

Laurey knocked on the front door nervously, Julie was in the car waiting just in case. Joe answered the door and they both waved at the car signaling all was ok. “Glad you could make it.” Joe ushered her inside. “Can I take your coat?” He asked.

Laurey hesitated, “I think I want it to be a surprise.” She answered, pulling the long coat close around herself. She was still a bit self-conscious about the outfit. “Where is the party going to be?”

Joe led her to the room at the back of the house. “This is the man cave.” He gestured grandly at the big room. There was a small poker table off to one side and a couch with coffee table and a couple of easy chairs in the center of the room. A huge TV was mounted on the wall across from the couch. “It is mostly used for watching sports and playing poker.”

“It looks lovely” Laurey agreed, a little overwhelmed by the space.

“Don’t worry, it has a great sound system for your dancing and we will move the coffee table.” Joe reached an arm around her shoulders. “You’ll do just fine.” He guided her through a side door and into the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table was a gentleman, complete with pinstripe suit. “This is mike.” Joe introduced. “He is the other designated driver.

Mike Grinned and looked at the rumpled overcoat. “Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand gently. “The cake guys were due an hour ago, but I haven’t seen them yet.” He set an envelope on the table.

Joe frowned. “I hope they got the address right.” He glanced at the clock. “We need to get going and pick up the guys.” He looked at Laurey. “Do you mind if we go ahead and let you pay the bakery guys when they deliver?”

Laurey didn’t have anything else to do, “Sure, I can watch for them. It will give me time to get my mask and outfit ready.”

“Thank you, drinks are in the fridge if you get thirsty and the money is in the envelope.” He grabbed his keys and headed out the front with Mike.

Laurey opened her bag and pulled out a bandit style mask that covered her head like a bandana, tucking her hair underneath. The edge came down to her nose with small round holes for her to see through. She hung the coat on a hook behind the garage door. She smoothed the apron over her stomach. She had on a pink apron and pink thong with escort beylikdüzü matching pink heels. The apron read ‘kiss the cook’ across the chest. She also had a chef’s hat that was too big, it fell down over her eyes and hid the mask. Two cutouts allowed her to see through the hats edge.

The doorbell rang and she jumped. She grabbed her coat and covered up when she went to the door. A young man was standing at the door with a cake box. “Sorry I’m late.” He apologized. She gave him the money and took the box. He counted out the amount and handed her the change. “Thank you.” He waved and left.

She returned to the kitchen and removed the coat again. She opened the box and saw a cake in the shape of boobs staring up at her. She laughed and found plates and silverware for the cake. She even located some vanilla ice cream to go with it. It was just past 8 when she heard voices and car doors outside. She felt her stomach quiver as the guys filled the room next door. Several were very loudly proclaiming the virtues of a bachelor lifestyle. Joe told everyone he had ordered a special cake for the occasion and then he appeared in the doorway.

Laurey smiled when she saw Joe’s jaw drop and his eyes widen. “Damn.” Was all he could say.

“I hope it works.” She blushed.

“That is amazing!” He motioned her over. “Nobody will even notice the cake.” Joe gave her a quick pat on her ass and whistled at the view from the back. “Now serve our guests.” He guided her through the door.

She was overwhelmed by the sudden hush followed by crude exclamations when she entered. Joe was beside her, his arm behind her fondling her ass and nudging her forward. She quietly made her way to the small coffee table and set the cake down in front of the groom. “Since it’s his last night, we brought you some tits for desert.” Joe announced. The group roared with laughter and the groom turned red as he laughed along. He had a clear view down the top of the apron to Laurey’s swaying breasts.

Joe continued while she gathered the rest of the stuff from the kitchen. “My lovely friend here has agreed to serve you tonight on condition of anonymity.” He explained. “Touching is allowed, but anyone who wants to play has to go through me.” All the guys groaned their disappointment, but agreed to the rules. Mike smiled from his position beside the hallway door.

They sang a lewd version of he’s a jolly good fellow, then Laurey cut the cake. She took a piece to each guy. She could feel their gaze on her, the apron seemed much smaller than it had when trying it on. They commented on her ass and thong and the way her tits swayed when she walked. Every one of them asked her to set the cake in their lap. She could feel at least two cocks similar in size to Joe’s monster.

Her panties were already damp when Joe hit the music. The guys all clapped and ate as she stood in the middle of the room. She had never considered herself a good dancer, but she started swaying to the music. About half way through the first song she realized the guys didn’t care how good she danced. They hollered when she shook her ass. They clapped when she squeezed her breasts.

The second song was a faster rock beat, she twirled her head and spun around. She noticed Joe and Mike move the table out and bring in a wooden chair for the groom. Her excitement drove her to straddle his lap and pull his face to her chest. She reached back and undid the knot at her neck, letting the apron top fall free.

He was blushing red as a tomato when she stood. The other guys were egging him on to lick her tits. She wished that he would listen to them, her nipples were aching and stiff. With a twirl she turned and shook her ass in his face. Joe watched her face while the guys urged the beleaguered groom to take her panties off. She gave Joe a little nod. He walked over and whispered to the groom. “Go ahead.”

Not sure what the protocol was here, he listened to Joe and reached up, slowly sliding her panties down to her knees. He was quite surprised when she sat down in his lap and raised her feet up. One of the others across from them clapped and yelled, “More!” Laurey waved him over and pointed to the panties. He hushed and grinned as he pulled her panties free, then sniffed them. “Damn, she’s wet.” He announced to the room.

Laurey stood and danced around the groom. The man was right, her nerves had settled and she was more excited than ever showing off to these guys. She stopped behind the groom and slipped the knot on the back of the apron. The pink apron made a perfect hood when she draped it over his head. He was temporarily blinded while she slid her hand around his chest and down to his crotch. Joe and another man grabbed his arms while the rest shouted out directions. “Fuck Him!” and “Suck Him!” were the most common suggestions.

Laurey knelt at his feet and shivered while she unzipped his pants. A muffled protest, “But I’m getting married this weekend.” was heard from under the pink apron hood. The room erupted in gales of laughter at this. His cock beylikduzu escort was no protesting at all, it was throbbing and stiff when it emerged from his boxers. Laurey dove onto it hungrily and started licking and sucking. The protests stopped and were replaced with moaning.

Joe motioned to Mike, who brought out a small camera and set it up on the side of the room. With a press of a button on the TV remote all the guys were treated to a close up view of Laurey’s mouth slurping up cock on the big screen. There was a roar of approval.

Laurey looked up for a moment, licking along the dripping cock at her lips, wondering what had happened. She noticed the guys glancing from her to the TV and turned. “Oh My!” She gasped as she saw the image. She was more turned on than ever before watching herself. She gagged as she took his whole cock deep into her mouth, her left hand drifting down to slide 2 fingers between her wet labia.

Joe pulled the apron from his soon to be brother in law. “You’re on candid camera.” He joked.

The groom rolled his eyes at the sensation of his cock being engulfed. He could barely focus on the screen, but he knew what he was looking at. Then he watched as Mike panned down to give the guys a view of 2 fingers disappearing inside this horny woman. “Where did you find her?” He asked Joe, not really expecting an answer.

“I ran into her at work a while back.” Joe explained. “I schooled her in the virtues of getting fucked.” He grinned and the guys laughed. Laurey shoved a 3rd finger in her and drove them as deep as she could. “You might want to try her tight little cunt on for size.” Joe suggested.

Two guys grabbed her under the arms and lifted her. There was a loud slurping noise as her mouth left the grooms cock. Joe kept him pinned while the others set her down on his lap. Laurey felt fingers under her, guiding the wet swollen cock into her warm moist vagina. He was only average size, but the extra hands caused a nearly exponential rise in her excitement. The groom looked ecstatic and terrified at the same time, “What about a condom!?” He pleaded.

Joe laughed and looked up at the TV to see his cock completely buried in her pussy. “I think it is a little late for that.” He patted his future brother in law hard on the back. “I guess she will just have to take her chances.” He turned and shook his head at Mike, who lifted a bowl filled with condoms and dumped it into the small trash can by the door with a flourish. There was simultaneously a cheer from the crowd of guys and a shuddering moan from Laurey.

The groom’s eyes widened as he felt the shudder in her pussy. It clamped down on him as she had her first orgasm. “Oh God!” He exclaimed trying to fight off the urge, but to no avail. A moment later he could feel his cock twitching deep within her, filling her with his thick load of cum.

The hands released them and there were several guys clapping. Laurey stood slowly, feeling the cream inside sliding down. She looked at the man to her left, he had helped lift her onto the groom. He smiled and stepped to the side to allow her passage to one of the free seats. She shook her head slightly and knelt in front of him. “I want to thank you properly.” She told him as she reached up to unzip his pants.

His eyes looked to Joe, who nodded that it was ok with him. “You are quite welcome.” He told her. The statement faded into a moan as his cock slid into her warm mouth. She slurped and drooled all over the thick shaft. He was not as long as the groom, but thicker. She didn’t gag as she took him deep, but her jaw was stretched a bit.

Laurey twirled her tongue around the swollen shaft, her body was alive with sensation. She could feel the cum reaching the edges of her labia. Her fingers felt for the sticky cum as it dripped out, catching it and then drizzling it over the cock she was sucking. She grinned when she heard the unified gasp from the guys at this act of depravity. Her ass wiggled for the camera and her free hand rubbed the dripping cum all over her swollen lips.

Being soaked and excited, it wasn’t long before she needed to be filled again. Laurey turned around and knelt on all fours, waving her ass at her new friend. He quickly sank his saliva slick cock into her pussy. “Damn you are a sloppy slut.” He told her as he slid into her.

Laurey reveled in the attention. “Not as sloppy as I will be after everyone has a turn.” She pointed out. The man who had helped hold her right arm was across from them, she locked her eyes on him and then looked to his crotch. He lit up like a kid at Christmas. His pants were off and his cock was bobbing in front of her face a moment later. She hummed as she licked up and down, two cocks at once, she loved the brazen sexiness of the scene as she felt and watched it.

Her body quivered with each touch, hands had begun to squeeze her ass and breasts as she worked on the cock in her mouth. The man behind her was pounding hard into her, he wouldn’t last long at that pace. Luckily there were a few others to replace him. She groaned when she felt the warm wet feeling deep inside, accompanied by a grunt of satisfaction from behind her. She dropped the cock in her mouth and arched up with her eyes closed as she squeezed every last drop from the cock withdrawing from her pussy.

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Destiny

Two days later Jenna found herself still at odds with whether or not she could go through with fulfilling her promise of returning to Golding’s once more. Back to where she was to receive the second, and insisted upon ‘treatment’ for her injured thigh.

Standing outside the brightly lit gym, the young woman shuffled her feet, moving with uncertainty, unable to open the front door and cross the threshold in to what it was; she still wasn’t sure, and nor was she ready to admit why she had indeed returned as instructed.

Her nerves were getting the best of her, she knew that as soon as she stepped through this glass store-front door, the older woman Janice, or ‘Ma’am’ as she had been adamant about being called – she would see Jenna and she would know, there would be nowhere to hide, and she would know why she had returned.

Feeling panicked and still unable to face whatever truth about herself was going to be discovered the moment she stepped through this door and whatever that was – in this moment, she wasn’t able to face it, she couldn’t let herself bridge the gap, cross that threshold and see – see what awaited her on the other side.

With quiet dread resonating from deep within – she had to walk away…

“I’ll come back tomorrow and just say that I had the day’s mixed up…” She reasoned to herself in what she will say to the woman when she plucked up the courage that she was giving herself one more day to find.

However, no matter how many times she had thought this over in the last two days and had tried to talk herself out of ever returning, she knew deeper down in her heart, in her being; she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

“Why should I go back? My leg feels a lot better; I don’t need another of her ‘treatments’…” Jenna continued trying to reason, her effort however weak and rather unconvincing, even to her, she knew she was making up excuses while still not wanting to let herself believe how much she had strangely enjoyed being treated so roughly by this strong, dominant woman, and to be spanked by her no less.

But such was not to be on this night. Jenna had let her feet go cold as she stood outside the gym and now as she walked the short distance, the few blocks back to her small apartment, she was force to leave all of her questions unanswered for one more day.

Janice too was disappointed, having spotted the younger woman standing outside the door, obviously wrestling with her thoughts and fears. While practically willing the girl to open the door but knowing she would have to do this on her own; Janice had not signalled through the glass, waved or let the girl know that she had watched and waited for her entry. Somewhat dishearten that the girl hadn’t entered the gym, she did still remain hopeful in knowing that the younger woman had come very close to crossing that line and that all may not be lost just yet.

***

Thinking her evening would have been spent getting to know Jenna a little better and to see how far she might be able to take the young woman, Janice found herself wondering what she might do with the free evening she had before her. Then with a devilish smile crossing her face she thought of the previous research she had looked into – and now that she was very close to having the young woman – Jenna – here – back within her clutches, this suddenly free evening would be the perfect opportunity to further her education in this Dominant-Submissive lifestyle.

It was not too long after her brief affair with young Courtney when Janice decided that she wanted to delve deeper into this world of control. She wanted to learn about the dynamics of the D/S relationship, she wanted to learn how to be a top, she wanted to learn what to say and do while in this position of control.

Revisiting her first foray into the internet’s depth that has no bottom when it came to such matters – and after changing into another of her favoured short and silky night gowns and pouring herself a glass of wine, her laptop at the ready – Janice once more dipped her toe into the waters of this hugely exciting world of D/S relationships.

Taking a slightly different approach Janice first chose to enter a forum dedicated to dominant women and after following a few threads (and not really caching on) she chose to read a few tutorials instead. Some or most of what she read dealt with the psychology involved, how the mind works of both the Dominant and the Submissive. Reading how the Submissive will crave and seek out a dominant partner, this was a bit of an eye opener.

Up until her tryst with Courtney, Janice had always bed submissive men but what she had always assumed or believed was that their motivation in being subservient to her was given rise from their want of merely getting into her panties, they had been being given the chance to fuck a woman who for most of the men, she was someone who was way out of their league, and for the chance, bending to her will became beylikdüzü escort second-thought. Yet to this, Janice never had a problem because she was getting her way – and of everything, this is what got her off the most, getting her way, being in control.

Reading and learning about the psyche of the Sub mind wasn’t the only eye opener Janice discovered while on this her second net-quest. Having firsthand knowledge of things such as ‘Queening’ her Sub Janice soon found her mind swimming and pussy dampening with some of the other things she was finding this time around.

Some of these included things like pee-play and something called ‘figging’ had Janice’s attention. She had heard of Golden Showers but had always found it a rather disgusting activity reserved for perverted old men, however what she was reading here came across as something completely different. In this article she was reading, the theme of pee-play was about a dominant woman’s assertion over her Sub.

The writer described the act in terms of the Sub kneeling to lick and kiss the wet lips of their Dom’s pussy and pubic hair after the Dom had finished peeing into a toilet. The gist of it being that the Sub was to show their devotion through offering themselves as their Dom’s toilet paper.

“Oh that’s nasty… But I love it..!” Janice said aloud to herself, sipping her wine she continued reading.

The next part in the article talked about something Janice had never heard of – nor would she have ever imagined in her entire life. Something called ‘figging’ where the Sub is made to endure the pain and discomfort brought on from having a Ginger sprig, peeled and carved into the shape of a ‘butt-plug’ then inserted or placed in the anus for a determinate amount of time. Which, according to the writer who appeared to have firsthand knowledge, said that it was the least pleasurable experience they had endured in the researching and writing of the article, citing that it hurt most when the anus was clenched while in the anticipation having to endure something like a sharp spanking where the muscles in the rear-end also tend to tighten with each blow.

“Oh my God..! Janice said after reaching the articles end. Never in her life had she pictured anything such as these things she had just read about here. Learning so much more this time around once again made her feel like a novice who still had a long way to go – and if anything, she was probably just as naive as the young woman Jenna. The trick she guessed was in not letting Jenna know; leaving her in the dark while together they learned and explored.

***

Jenna arrived home and spent the rest of her evening worried in a cold sweat of disappointing regret. She knew that she had agreed to return to the gym, even promising to do so at Janice’s asking, and now -now that she had backed out at the last moment and let the woman down, she hadn’t fulfilled her promise leaving her to feel the guilt like a tape worm in her stomach that was slowly eating away at her.

At the time, while standing outside the gym, frozen, unable to decide what she wanted to do, she had let her fears get the better of her, she had let them guide and rule her actions instead of allowing herself to be a little brave in forcing her way back through that door. Instead, her feet refused to move, her fear of the unknown was not letting her move one inch closer to what, she wasn’t sure but still, her regrets ran deep enough for her conscience to gain any rest.

She hardly slept, spending the hours tossing and turning, unable to shake the image of seeing Janice looking at her with such disappointment; her mind just couldn’t let it go. While lost in this internal struggle, she began to wonder what might have happened had she found the strength to go through with it, had she walked through that glass door.

“What would have happened?” she pondered, and then more importantly, she wondered what did she expect to happen? What did she ‘want’ to happen? Whatever that answer was she knew that she would never find out by staying away. “Tomorrow…” She thought “I’ll go back tomorrow…”

Jenna knew that she was left with little choice, there was no way she could live with herself if she were to put this off any longer. Lying half awake, tossing and turning in her sheets she knew that staying away was killing her, even the alternative of maybe being faced with a second spanking at the hand of this woman, any outcome was better than how she felt in those dark hours – It had to be better than feeling so torn apart, feeling such shame in letting the older woman down.

***

Less than 24hrs later Jenna found herself standing in pretty much the same spot she had been in the night before. After spending a sleepless night a long work day thinking and rolling it over in her mind for hours on end, Jenna had decided that the only way she was going to force herself through that door was to put herself on auto-pilot, ignore her fears and beylikduzu escort push herself through the front door of Golding’s Gym.

Being that it was late in the day, Janice had put herself on alert, leaving her office door open in the hopes that if Jenna was to show up, she would hear the doors chime sound off, the little bell jingling away any hopes the younger woman might have in wanting to slip in without being noticed.

And then…

“Cla-ching…”

The bell rang… Janice perked up from her desk… “Jenna is that you..?” She called out already knowing it could only be her.

Jenna stood frozen in her tracks, not moving as the door silently closed behind her. Saying nothing after hearing Janice call her name, it left her stood solid – like a deer in headlights. She didn’t know what to do, what else to do but to wait.

“Ah it is you…” Janice began as she emerged from her office, stopping in the oaken door frame, leaning to it on her right side, looking casual, dressed in her usual work-ware of tight fitting yet tailored, black Yoga pants and a loose fitting spaghetti strapped top that was barely containing her heavy tits, held back within her custom fit bra. Her hair pinned up, looking sultry in her confidence.

“I missed you last night. I was kind of expecting you to come by after you promised and all…” Janice continued, keeping her tone firm enough to let the younger woman know that she had indeed noticed her absence on the night before.

“Is everything okay? I waited quite a long while, but you didn’t show up, I was a little disappointed, but I guess you must have had something better on your calendar than keeping your promise to me…”

Janice said, her passive-aggressive comment letting Jenna know that she wasn’t entirely happy with her not showing up as she had agreed.

“Yes-yes… I’m-I’m okay and I’m really sorry that I didn’t make it in last night. I-I wasn’t feeling well after work so I went… I went straight home and went to – to bed…” Jenna lied on the spot, stuttering with sudden fear and panic leaving her to abandon her original idea of saying she must have mixed up the days.

Either way, the lie she had just told had now left her looking down, unable to make eye contact with the older, bigger, dominant woman.

“Well if you were ill then I guess I can understand and forgive you this time, but never mind putting me out and making me waste my evening waiting for you, we’ll deal with that later…” Janice replied, again her accretions leaving Jenna with that same guilty pit filling her stomach and also leaving her fearful of what Janice had meant in saying “We’ll deal with that later…”

She was soon to find out…

“Ummm-Okay… And again… I’m very sorry…” Was all Jenna could say in response to the woman’s suggestion.

“Well, like I said, we can deal with your indiscretions later but right now though, I think we’ll do some stretches to check on your leg to see how well it’s healing. I’ll need to be sure that you’re ‘not lying’ to me when you say you’re better – and then have you re-injure yourself while in my gym, just like you so carelessly did the first time – which of course has us here today…” Janice said, putting influence on her words ‘not lying’ because she already knew the girl was indeed lying about going straight home after work.

Moving from her perch up against the door frame leading into her office and then stepping out from behind the reception desk, Janice said nothing as she passed Jenna on her way out onto the gym floor, the younger woman’s eyes following the older woman’s graceful, flowing movements with a fearful yet captivated stare.

“Let’s go into the Yoga studio with the floor mats, it’s a good soft place to get down and see if we can’t stretch out those injured muscles, but even if you are healing as you say, I still insist on giving you another rubdown treatment with the liniment oil, just to be certain…” Janice directed, waving at Jenna, ordering her to follow.

Meanwhile Jenna once again felt momentarily frozen, her heart sinking upon hearing Janice’s words, telling her that she was going to be receiving another treatment, regardless of how her leg was healing, confused though, she wasn’t sure if the shivers she felt upon hearing the word ‘treatment’ were caused from fear or excitement.

Waiting for the younger woman to catch up to her Janice put her arm around the much shorter and smaller girl, leading the way into the same Yoga room where not too long ago, Janice had experienced her first girl-on-girl meeting with the lovely and very willing Courtney. Smiling, Janice couldn’t help but think, here she was, bring another lamb in for the slaughter…

***

“I’m glad that you’re here Jenna, and it’s good to see that you’ve come dressed prepared. It was thoughtful of you to think ahead in not wanting to waste any more of my time by having me wait while you change…”

Janice commented, escort beylikdüzü leaving Jenna a bit mystified but liking the comment all the same. It was the first time she could remember the older woman giving her a compliment, even if it was said in such an off-handed way. She felt proud to be right about something even if it was just about her deciding to wear the same cotton shorts, thin top, sports bra and panties that although were pink this time, were however much less flattering compared to the cute boy-shorts she had been wearing during their previous meeting. Some would call them ‘granny-panties’- even Jenna.

“Okay young lady; let’s get you down onto your back…” Janice began as they reached the center of the brightly lit Yoga room with its plush-padded flooring. “I want to see how well we can stretch that injured thigh muscle of yours before I let you back into my gym…” She added as she helped the girl down to the floor with her, following her down, staying on her knees and to Jenna’s right.

Smiling to herself at having the younger woman here, down on the floor and seemingly willing to comply, Janice made a bold move in wordlessly lifting her left leg, swinging it over to straddle the girl facing her feet with her large, shapely rear-end left sitting less than half a foot away from where the girl lay beneath her.

Jenna, seeing what was happening tried to remain as still, her eyes wide in astonishment at having this woman’s big beautiful, black-lycra covered ass so close to her face, and this was happening not more than five minutes after having stepped through the door.

Then, with no more fane-fare, Janice took hold of Jenna’s injured right leg and lifted the limb high into the air. Pulling the girl’s leg up straight, cradling the thick, shapely, yet however short limb up close, holding it to her own body, running her hands up and down, feeling the girl’s thigh and calf, touching her bare skin and noticing for the first time that although Jenna wasn’t a true girly-girl in the sense of how she portrayed herself in society, yet Janice noticed that she was still feminine enough to keep her legs shaved and smooth.

“Aaah…” Jenna moaned in a quiet voice, surprised more than in pain with the sudden stretching of her leg and how this older woman was handling her again.

“Keep your leg straight for me… That’s a good girl…” Janice directed, her remark leaving Jenna feeling even smaller than she was while under this large, older and certainly more powerful woman who was sitting on top of her with her big, round ass creeping closer and closer towards her wide-eyed, surprised looking face.

Turning her head from left to right and not being sure where to look, Jenna began to struggle under the woman’s weight while at the same time trying to keep her leg held up high with her knee straight, toes pointed to the ceiling.

Becoming more insistent in her rubbing a massaging the girl’s entire leg, Janice began to rake her open fingers up and down the thigh area, starting with one then using both hands, fingers bent like claws drawing roughly over the young woman’s stretched, tense muscles.

“Ooooooh… Oooh that… That hurts..!” Jenna complained aloud and with her arms still pinned to her side, she could do little else but to voice her pain while tossing her head from left to right.

“I thought so…” Janice began

“I had a feeling that you wouldn’t be completely healed yet, it’s only been two days…” She said, still holding the girl’s leg aloft, her fingers now centred on the injured area of muscle, just below the line of her right ass cheek.

“Oooh… Ummm…” Jenna cried out again with the pressure being applied to the back of her leg by the older, much stronger woman.

“Yes, it’s just as suspected, and maybe even worse, I’m afraid there is no way I can let you back into the gym without at least, one possible even two more full treatments…” Janice declared, making it up as she went along, saying what she thought she should, while taking advantage of every opening as they were presented.

One thing that she already knew was going to happen was that she was most definitely going to be spanking this young woman once again. Only this time she was going to convince the girl that she deserved to be spanked, and not only this, she was going to be convinced that she deserved to spanked after stripping herself naked and going over Janice’s knee.

“Are-are you sure? Jenna pled while still being sat on, unable to see what was going on around her.

“I mean… My leg feels much better, I only called out when you over stretched it…” She explained, her words however falling on Janice’s deaf ears.

Wanting to move on before Jenna could complain too much, Janice let go of the girl’s leg and quickly pulled herself back to standing at Jenna’s side, her hand extended in offer of helping the young woman back to her feet as well.

“Yes…Yes I’m sure and I don’t think it’s very polite of you to doubt me because after all, I’m here to help you remember..?” Janice answered back sounding rather ‘matter-of-fact’ and none too pleased with the girl’s impertinence. Jenna felt the chill in the air around them as they both now stood.

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