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***I’ve had several stories that were going to be my first submission on this site; so far, none of them have quite been ready for me to consider “finished”. Then I met this wonderful woman, Sofie; she not only swiftly caught my imagination and emotions, but inspired me to write and finish a story faster than I ever have (a short one, but still). This one is all for you, Princess.***

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She heard the backdoor open up above and sat up on her bed, blinking as she pulled damp fingers out from under the blanket. No one was supposed to be home for hours, yet; who could it be? She scowled, quickly tapping something into her phone before stopping to rearrange some things, annoyed at the intrusion. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, but felt a jolt run through her as the voice rang out.

“Babygirl, you down here…? I saw your car outside…”

She threw the blanket off and ran through the dangling strings of beads towards the owner of that voice.

“Daddy!?”

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and braced himself as she threw herself at him, arms flying around his neck in a clinging hug as the inertia of her run nearly bowled him over. She buried her face against his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling the crinkle of his chest hair beneath his dress shirt. She felt his lips kiss the auburn top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her; even out of college, now, she was the same short height she’d been as an adolescent. Hugging him felt just like it had then.

“I didn’t know you were coming…!”

She could hear his smile as one of his hands rubbed between her shoulder blades.

“I thought you might be home, I wanted to surprise you. I took off work early.”

She lifted her cheek from his chest to look up at him, eyebrows raising up on her face.

“For me…?”

He smiled as he looked down at her, nodding.

“Of course! You’re only going to be home a couple of weeks, right? I wanted to spend time with you, I’ve missed you.”

“Only until I’ve gotten a job, I mean…I’ll still be here, just not as much…”

She felt her heartbeat increase as he looked at her, felt goosebumps starting to break out across her flesh. He reached up to cup her left cheek in his broad hand, gently stepping back from her embrace.

“Have you got any plans this afternoon…?”

Her throat started to constrict as she felt her cheeks flush, the light callouses on his hand making her back stiffen as they rubbed against her. She wanted to look away demurely, but couldn’t bring herself to.

“No, Daddy…”

There it was. That subtle…shift in his voice. The sound of it made her shiver visibly.

“Why don’t you get ready and come upstairs to Daddy’s study in a bit, then, Sofie? We’ve got all afternoon.”

She found herself nodding as she felt his hand fall away, realizing she was starting to pant as he turned to walk back up the stairs. The heat reached her ears as she blushed furiously, watching him. He tossed back over his shoulder without turning his head.

“Don’t make Daddy wait too long, Babygirl…!”

“I won’t, Daddy!”

As the door closed at the top of the stairs, she let out a soft whimper as her hands burrowed between her legs, gasping at the sodden mess she found there. Her body twitched as she bit her lower lip, turning to walk back into her bedroom. She felt jittery with excitement, awhirl with a turbulence of confusing and conflicting emotion. She paused for a moment, glancing at her phone, but she started to change out of her clothes without further hesitation.

A little while later, she was upstairs and climbing the stairs to the second floor. To Daddy’s study. The room in the house no one-not even mom-was allowed to go into without permission. It was a room she knew quite well, though it had been a while since she last visited. She could feel dampness trickling down her thighs as she climbed the stairs, her breath short and ragged from a lot more than just the climb. She felt another shiver grip her body as she stood at the top and looked down the hallway to the closed door at the end on the left. She realized she was giggling to herself as she imagined a trail of droplets going down the length of that hallway, a trail that could be traced all the way back to her bedroom down in the basement. Back to the soaked pair of boyshorts she had left on the floor.

She walked down that hallway practically in a trance, re-living all the memories of doing this very same march more than she could count. She didn’t knock once she reached the door to Daddy’s study; she never did, she knew she didn’t have to. She boldly let herself in, closing the door behind her and stepping forward to find Daddy right where she knew she’d find him; in his chair behind the desk, the blinds and curtains open partially behind him to let rays of sunlight through for illumination.

He was naked, of course; his chair pushed back away from the desk, his Beylikdüzü escort legs spread wide. She could see his erection all the way from here, the way it jutted up obscenely and demanded her attention. His hands were resting on the armrests, his gaze devouring the sight of her body, though he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.

She came across the room, circled around his desk, and came to stand directly in front of him, her knees hitting the front of his chair. She found it difficult to speak, she was so nervous. It had been so long.

“Is this acceptable, Daddy?”

He lifted his right hand up to cup her bared left breast, and she bit down on her lip, her eyes closing briefly, as she savored that sensation, the feelings it sent rippling throughout her entire body. She was topless, as he had instructed her to be whenever they were together like this so long ago. She hadn’t forgotten, and knew he’d be pleased she hadn’t. She was surprised to find his hand was trembling as it felt her up, though, as he enjoyed the feel of her. She was ashamed of her breasts-of her body, really-wishing they were bigger, wishing they were full and pendulous. Wishing she could turn heads and drop jaws with a plunging neckline. But Daddy had always loved her breasts, had always enjoyed them when they played. Daddy was a self-professed boob man, and she didn’t understand why he’d like hers, but it DID feel nice when he gave them all that attention. His hand fell away, leaving her feeling weak at the knees, but then she felt his hand slip up the short skirt she had put on for him-he loved her wearing a skirt-and couldn’t stop herself from whimpering with arousal as he forced his hand between her legs and molested her little bald cunny. His voice was raspy as he finally spoke, the sound of it making her open her eyes to look at him even as she found herself squirming against his hand.

“Very acceptable, Babygirl…I see you didn’t forget a thing; what a good girl you are for Daddy.”

She flushed at his praise, surprised it still held such sway for her even now.

“Thank…thank you, Daddy…mmff…”

Daddy was stroking her, his fingers teasing and rubbing her in ways only he seemed to be able to do to her. She shamelessly moaned for him, looking down at his arm as it disappeared beneath her skirt; her entire body twitching uncontrollably, feeling her face burn as she watched a trickle of her own excitement making its way down his forearm. A whimper escaped her mouth as Daddy pulled his hand away from her, and she didn’t even hesitate.

Her knees slammed down against the worn carpeting between Daddy’s legs, his erection disappearing into her mouth and quickly forcing its way down her throat as she swallowed him whole, closing her eyes in bliss. It felt so good to have his full, throbbing cock in her throat again, her expert lips eagerly squeezing and pulling on his girth as she groaned around him, used her tongue to stroke him. Her eyes were watering, her nostrils flaring for more air as she shoved her nose against his pelvis; stimulating him, pleasuring her favorite cock in the whole wide world with all of her considerable talent.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk Sofie..!”

She twitched at his words, at the raw enjoyment that resonated in them. Because of her, because of what she was doing for him, what she could give him. She audibly gagged on him, gasping for air through her nose and the corners of her mouth as she started to fuck her face on Daddy. He groaned uncontrollably above her, drowning out the wet, messy slurping and gurgling sounds his dick was making as it invaded her throat over and over as she thrust her face up and down his length with increasing speed and force. She struggled to open her eyes and look up at him through the tears streaming out of her, just barely able to make out his blurry face tilted back, mouth hanging open. She could feel his fingers moving through her hair as her head jerked up and down, feel them tightening and gripping blindly; it filled her with joy, knowing she could do this for him, make him react this way. She was starting to feel lightheaded, her oxygen-starved brain starting to shut down…but more importantly, she could feel that pressure cresting down below, in the pit of her stomach, in the gushing pussy she realized distantly she had her hand pressed up against.

The first hot explosion down her gullet was accompanied by Daddy yelling with relief, and she shuddered as she felt her own orgasm wreck through her body. She choked and coughed on Daddy’s dick as even more of his cum poured into her stomach, feeling the warmth of its trail burn down her esophagus as it went to be digested. Daddy’s hands pushed her head off of his cock-to protect her, surely-but after inhaling a shuddering gasp of air, she hungrily shoved his still-spewing dick back where it belonged, moaning lewdly as she desperately sucked on him, wanting more, wanting all the cum his balls could produce for her. She was shuddering Beylikdüzü escort with pleasure, her body slumping against Daddy’s right leg as she drank his seed and savored her climax. She felt the last little spurt of sperm spill out onto her tongue and simply let her lips relax as she swallowed, Daddy’s softening member finally slipping out of her mouth, and rested against him, panting and gasping for air, her face a wet, glistening mess as she looked up at him adoringly. He had lifted his head up, was staring down at her in what she could only interpret as…loving disbelief?

“Holy shit, Babygirl…” he said. He was panting, too. “I…wow…!”

She swelled with pride, hearing his approval, his happily surprised tone. She yelped as Daddy leaned over and scooped her up in his arms, his legs coming together under her as he settled her in his lap. She snuggled up close to him, nuzzling her face to his hairy chest as she felt his arms enclose her, felt the slick wetness of his penis against her left thigh. Daddy’s hands had gripped underneath her little stain-covered skirt, so he had settled her down on him so that it was bundled up awkwardly around her waist. She remembered the time he had referred to his lap as HER seat, and squirmed a bit as that pleased her in some fashion.

“I missed you, Daddy…”

“I missed you, too, Babygirl…I missed you so much!”

She felt him squeeze her against his sweaty body, and she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him again. She could still hear his heart pounding against his chest, and couldn’t help but grin wickedly as it sunk in she was the cause. She licked her lips, tasting him, tasting the satisfaction she had given him, and her body twitched, her pussy spasming. She felt his fingers stroking over her naked flesh, felt the tingles shooting up and down her spine.

“Am I your good Princess…?”

“You’ll always be my good Princess, Sofie. No matter what, you’ll always be my Princess.”

She was at a loss for further words as she lay there recovering against him, his own breathing slowly starting to return to normal. She could feel his manhood twitching against her, knowing this was only the beginning, that her Daddy’s hunger for her was something not so simply sated by a single blowjob, even one that included her throat. In the past, when it had been a long time since they had gotten to play, he had treated his Babygirl to some of the most deliciously rough and hard sex she had ever experienced, that she could feel aching her body for days afterwards. A part of her was scared of how intense today would be, knowing how long it had been, but another part-a louder, more dominant part-was thrilled about what he would do to her, how he would slake his animalistic and passionate lust out on her, of all people. She felt a fresh wave of arousal cause her pussy to coat her thighs anew with anticipation as Daddy reached a hand under her chin, tilted her face up towards his, and kissed her lips. She had been far from celibate at college-with either men or women-but as she gladly parted her lips for him, kissing him back, she realized how unlike anyone else it felt to kiss Daddy. She shivered against him again, a falling sensation passing through her as she lost herself in that slow, sensual kiss; a kiss she felt all the way down to her toes. She felt one of his hands reach up to fondle her right breast, and couldn’t stop herself from moaning against his mouth as she let her leg fall open, offering her painfully empty cunny up to him.

Daddy gathered her up in his arms as he got to his feet holding her; a little less smoothly than he might have once, she noticed, a bit of a grunt accompanying the effort. Her pulse quickened as he turned her towards his desk, where he would surely bend her over, face pressed against the already cleared-off surface, as he mounted her and ravaged her from behind. She felt her ass pucker in anticipation, the one place she had never let him go before, but which she was prepared, now, to let him have. Him, and no one else, ever.

But he didn’t bend her over the edge; instead, he sat her bare little ass down, her body facing him, legs spread wide. Maybe he wanted to eat her…? Daddy loved to go down on her, always loved tasting her, but surely he could see how desperately she needed him inside of her. Her eyes fell to his cock, still dripping and covered in a fine wet sheen; he was rock hard for her, his renewed erection jutting up angrily, needing her comfort and attention. Daddy’s mouth pressed up against hers again, and she moaned as she felt his arms circle around her upper body, felt the tip of his manliness poke against her gaping-with-arousal entrance. She lifted her legs possessively around his waist, needing him in her, but Daddy was already obliging her, his length slowly sinking into her starving body.

Her back arched up against his chest as his tongue teased hers sensually; she had never had someone slide their cock into her like Escort Beylikdüzü this. Agonizingly slow, making the nerve endings in her body light up with fire, with desire. She whimpered against his lips as they continued to kiss, her left hand shooting up to the back of Daddy’s head, holding his face to hers, her right hand’s nails digging into the muscles of his left shoulder. She was shuddering under him, a whole new world of sensation blossoming within her body as she felt Daddy’s left hand draw back to fondle her right breast, tease its taut hard nipple. His right hand was clasped firmly around the base of her neck from behind, and she felt her weight resting more and more against his arm as her body succumbed to him completely. This wasn’t what she had been expecting; she could have NEVER expected this!

Her eyes rolled back into her head as Daddy finally, FINALLY had himself fully sheathed inside of her, and she choked out a sound even she didn’t recognize as he slowly, gently grinded himself against her hips. Even now, even after her different college lovers, Daddy’s dick felt MADE to fit inside of her pussy. He filled her perfectly, pushed just enough against the threshold of her body’s ability to accommodate him fully, and stirred her body’s sensations right on the razor’s edge of pain and absolute pleasure. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she fell into the realm of overwhelmingly blissful joy.

She felt his forehead rest against hers as he started sliding himself back and forth inside of her, his lips kissing her mouth, neck, and throat occasionally; reverently, tenderly. Daddy was making love to her; not mercilessly pounding her, not even a slow fucking of her eager young body they had partaken in on a few occasions before. This was something entirely different, a sensation reaching beyond their physical bodies and stirring something in her emotionally she hadn’t experienced before. Something she hadn’t ever realized how desperately she needed until that moment, when her Daddy introduced it to her like only he could. A guttural groan was ripped from her depths as she came, her eyes flying open, finding Daddy’s gazing right back into hers. It hit her unexpectedly, an orgasm she hadn’t even realized was building; a long, deep climax that was still rippling through her body. She felt her already tight chasm gripping Daddy’s shaft tightly as his length slid back and forth within her body; her jaw dropping as her hips bucked under him, her body writhing. It was intense, staring right at him as she came more powerfully than she could remember having cum in a long, long time.

She watched the corners of his eyes crinkle with satisfaction as he pleasured her, his cock not slowing down or speeding up, simply continuing to pump into her body steadily. She so rarely came without her clit being stimulated-something Daddy surely remembered-but this was simply igniting her insides, making her dizzy and giddy, was…oh shit another one…!

She lost count of the amount of times she came on Daddy’s invading cock; the unrestrained cries of ecstasy, the whimpering mewls and sobs of pleasure that eventually made her body limp with exhaustion under him. She felt delirious, the world seeming to fade away except for the feeling of his powerful, sweaty body moving against and into her, the throbbing soreness that felt oh so, so good within her cunt. She could barely kiss him back when his lips pressed passionately to hers, but the gasping, mumbled words he eventually uttered to her made her gather enough of her wits together as she felt him preparing to pull out of her. She forced her weak, rubbery legs to hug Daddy to her, her arms limply holding him against her sweat-covered body.

“No, Daddy…no…”

She felt splashes of wetness dripping onto her face as Daddy’s head erupted in her depths, his cock rapidly pumping shot after powerful shot of his cum into her unprotected body. She shook under him herself, another spiral of pleasure coursing through her body-or was it a continuation of her last peak? She couldn’t even tell anymore-as the warmth of his seed was fed to her womb. He knew she had gotten off of her mother’s medical insurance, that she wasn’t on birth control. It wasn’t the first time he had come inside of her bareback, but it was certainly the first time he had completely naturally. She tilted her head to one side as he drew his face away from hers a little, to better see her and look into her eyes, she realized. Daddy was crying.

“I love you, Sofie.” She felt his left hand reach up to settle against her right cheek tenderly, and leaned her face against his palm as she smiled up at him, her heart filled to bursting.

“I love you, Daddy. I love you so much.”

He was panting, still seated deep inside of her, but managed to say things without gasping too much.

“Not a day has gone by I haven’t thought about you, haven’t missed you.” He leaned down to kiss her lips. “Not just…this, not just how good you make my body feel. Your smile, the look on your face when you’re concentrating, the sound of your laughter. The simple feeling of knowing I am in your thoughts, I’m important to you. That I’m not just some…person passing through your life for a few moments.”

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The first time I went to a “Gay” bath house I didn’t know what to expect.

I had a read about these places in the “pink” press. I had received numerous blow jobs on THE beach. SO I had an idea what went on inside and I knew I wanted “in” but what would it be like walking through the door and saying “Hi.”

I decided to go to one outside of the “community” on Oxford St. I hadn’t come out yet, I was still deciding. I couldn’t risk being outed by a passing colleague. So….

One Wednesday evening I went to a pub, had a small meal, several drinks and wandered down to the dark end of King St. I walked passed to old terrace house several times before I actually worked up the courage to press the button on the intercom.

The door clicked open and a tall guy with a moe said “Hello”.

I walked up to the counter.

I didn’t know what to say so he pointed at the CCTV screen that showed the footpath.

“Made up your mind?”

“Did you see me pacing around out there.”

“Only for a while. First time?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. I’ll be gentle. If you want to come in?” he paused for confirmation which I provided with a stiff necked nod….

“OK. You give me $20. I give you a locker key. You sign this clipboard next to the time and the locker number. I hand you a Beylikdüzü escort towel and a wrap.”

He waved at the shelves of towels behind him.

“You go through the door to your left. That’s the change room. Open the locker, put your clothes in the locker, wrap the wrap or the towel around your, er, waist. Lock the locker. Put the lacky band, with the key attached, around your wrist. GO thru the far door of the change room. Then wander around, ummmm, make friends.”

I nodded.

“When you’re, er, done” he winked at me ” shower, leave the towel and the wrap in the bin, dress, lock the locker and give me back the key on the way out. I return your $5 key deposit and wish you a “good night.”

I did.

On my way through the door he said “If someone offers you things you don’t want, just say ‘NO’, firmly. Have fun.”

I changed in an empty locker room. Not sure if the receptionist had a sense of humour but he had allocated me locker number sixty-nine.

I draped the towel over my shoulder and tied the thin wrap into a knot at my hip. And opened the far door.

The place had three levels. It was just a converted terrace. I looked at the stairs at the end of the first room. Apart from reception and the change room this floor was just a great big room with Beylikdüzü escort gymn mats covering the floor. A TV played gay porno in a corner. There were three other people in the room.

In the middle of the mats a grey haired guy was lying on his back. His towel was beside his long, boney legs. A younger guy, fatter with a tan, was on his knees sucking the older guys cock. I stood for a while, taking in the view of this guys soft but and his smooth back. He knew how to suck, deep throating for a while then licking the head and shaft, cupping the balls before he kissed them. He took all that large cock down his throat and I saw his cheeks draw in from the force of his sucking.

The guy on his back sniffed a bottle of amyl then offered it to the sucker. He took a greedy breath and dived back onto that cock. I noted the older guy had a metal cock ring at the base of his throbbing, veiny manhood.

After a few minutes the other guy spotted me. He was sitting in a corner watching the TV. He was naked, about my age, skinnier and had a beard similar to mine. He got to his knees and waddled over to me. The movement was almost comical. His mouth was level with my cock.

He looked up at me and spoke “I’d like to have another beard…..”

I didn’t know what he meant so I made Escort Beylikdüzü a joke about dandruff. He reached across and ever so gently cupped my balls under my wrap.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” He moved closer as his hand closed around my testicles. He carefully rubbed them between his fingers. My penis started to grow.

“Yes. First time.”

“Well, I’m going to make sure you come back…….”

The pair on the floor had moved. The grey haired one was licking the butt of the larger one who was now on all fours. His face disappeared between the cheeks as his done went into his anus.

My new friend lifted my wrap and kissed the tip of my penis. One hand softly held my balls as his lips slowly travelled down my hardening shaft. I was naked. I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of his throat. He moved his jaw and I had all my nine inched in his mouth. His blue eyes looked up at me.

He put both his hands on my backside and I started to slowly fuck his wet , warm mouth. He didn’t blink. I grabbed the back of his head. His mouth was wide open, his tongue was curled around the bottom of my shaft. I forced my erection deep into his throat. He sucked hard and I blew. I filled his mouth with cum as I face fucked him.

He was still looking up at me as I withdrew. My cum leaked onto his chin. He ran his hands down my legs until he found my feet. He knelt and kissed my toe, sucking up a large drop of cum.

The grey headed guy fucked into his friend and came with a grunt. “Wow, you guys are hot. Let’s go upstairs….”

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Sometimes when I’m writing, I try to write with purpose. I try to write a story with a compelling theme or message, with a well-thought-out and interesting plot that will stick with you and make you feel something that makes it transcend normal wank material to become something more.

Other times, I hornily mash my keyboard for a few hours until I’ve got a bunch of stuff that I can edit and rearrange into something sort of coherent later on. Three guesses which type of story this is. I hope you enjoy it, in one way or another.

Features a girl who loves showing off her very big chest, a girl who looks very pregnant but isn’t, lactation, and lots of breast-play, but not much action beneath the belt.

-~o~-

Mari fantasized, sometimes, about walking around in public naked.

She’d never actually do it, of course. Being arrested for public indecency wasn’t exactly her idea of a good time. But she thought about it a lot. She’d even written stories in which thinly-veiled proxies of herself walked around the campuses of thinly-veiled stand-ins for the university she attended wearing nothing but a pair of sandals. In her head, nobody actually approached her. That wasn’t what she wanted in these particular fantasies. But they stared. College students turned their heads, whispered to each other behind their hands, gaped and gawked at her as she bounced her way through the quad.

In these stories, she was always proud. Unashamed. She walked with her head held high, grinning and waving at her peers, regardless of whether they were horrified or aroused. And hell, since it was fantasy, sometimes she played with some of her other kinks as well. By the ends of the stories, these fictional naked promenades around campus, she was always dripping wet between the legs (as she usually was in reality by the time that she finished writing them) but sometimes her breasts leaked as well, little rivulets of milk streaming down their vasty, wobbling curves before dripping down to the ground. Sometimes she was pregnant, her enormous tummy preceding even her boobs as she walked. Sometimes she was collared, being led by… Whoever she’d been fantasizing about that particular day. More often that she would have admitted it was one of her friends, but just as often it was somebody that she had simply made up.

They were a good outlet. A way for her to indulge herself in a little sexual thrill that she would never consider actually attempting to experience in reality. She’d flashed her chest at parties once or twice before, but she had never given actually walking around naked in public any serious consideration, and she never would.

That said, she was willing to test the rules of public decency a little bit. She still really liked showing off, and when you had boobs that were bigger than your own head, showing off was easy to do. Mari owned more plunge and balcony bras than any other type, and it was rare that she went out in an outfit that didn’t show at least a little bit of cleavage. Usually she showed a lot of cleavage, and wore tops that left her tummy bare as well. Really, Mari dressed so that anyone who saw her would know what she was all about from the moment that they looked at her.

Today, for example, she had on her well-worn leather jacket, slightly too small for her and permanently open, because there was no way that she could zip it up over her boobs. Her jeans were tight, black, and torn by design. Her boots were big, leather, and stompy. Her hair was bright, electric pink. (She had dyed it for her Halloween costume last year and liked it so much that she had kept it that way.) She wore eyeliner and black lipstick. She had seven piercings in her ears and one on her eyebrow. And yet, she didn’t expect anyone to notice any of that stuff at first glance, because her top was… Barely there. At one time in its life it had been a T-shirt for a metal band that she was a fan of, but it had been, quite on purpose, cut and torn up so that it was practically a crop top at this point. She was wearing one of her plunge bras under it, so her cleavage was as vast and as deep as she could possibly make it.

All in all, it wasn’t the look of someone you’d expect to be visiting the university’s Literature and Language library in order to do heavy research on the morphosyntax of Proto-Indo-European, but Mari liked to defy expectations. The library security guard, posted at the entrance to make sure that nobody was trying to walk out with un-checked-out books, lazily waved her through, then did a double-take and gaped at her chest. She giggled and winked at him as she passed.

“Hey, um…”

She stopped, turned to look at him. “Yeah?” He was either going to flirt with her or try to tell her to cover up. He was young (the same age as her, roughly), a dude, and addressing her boobs instead of her face, so it was probably…

“You can’t wear that in here. Library dress code says you need to cover up.”

Oh. Huh. Mari hadn’t expected that. He was clearly enamored by them, from the way Beylikdüzü escort that his eyes kept darting down to her cleavage. “Aw, really?” She approached his little desk and leaned against it. Its surface was high, which meant that her breasts were now resting heavily on top of it. “You sure about that?”

“I, uh…” Now that they were up close, just inches from where he’d been resting his hands, he seemed to have a much more difficult time keeping his eyes off of them.

Everyone had a gift nowadays. Or rather, a Gift. ‘Like X-men, but lamer,’ Mari had heard them described as once, but she didn’t entirely agree. Some of them were a little boring, sure, like Mr. Guardsman here. His eyes were purple, and that was it. Sometimes they were minor things like that. She thought that hers was pretty neat, though: It took the form of a marking that looked almost like a tattoo- a pattern of thin, organically curving lines that resembled vines, or the branches of a tree, which covered her right right side from shoulder to waist, including most of her breast.

Which meant that he could see it quite well. After all, a significant portion of Mari’s right breast was exposed, directly in front of him. The really cool part about Mari’s marking, however, was that it changed color. When she had walked in it was a light, pastel blue, which was the color it took on when she was feeling relaxed and happy, or just indifferent. But as he stared at her, she tried to spark a certain type of mood in herself. She imagined herself walking into the library without any clothes on at all, her big, fat breasts bouncing with every step, watching jaws drop and people stare as-

Ah, there it was. It faded from blue to a bright pink, and it actually started to glow a little bit.

He swallowed, loudly. “Um. Yeah. I’m pretty sure,” he said to her chest.

“You might want to check again, man. Library dress code only applies to employees.”

“What? I don’t…”

“You seem to be having trouble focusing.” Mari bumped into them with her arm as she said it, making them jiggle a little bit. “You feeling alright?”

“I… Yeah. Just.” He shook his head, tearing his eyes from her chest in order to type in ‘dress code’ on the laptop he had in front of him, already open to the library’s website. Sure enough, there was a page labeled ‘Dress Code for Library Employees’, but nothing at all for students.

“It really is a sign of the moral decay of our time,” said Mari. “I mean, really, girls can just walk around in here with their boobs out and everything. Shameful.”

“Just… If any other staff confront you about it, I didn’t let you in, alright?”

Mari winked at him. “It’ll be our little secret.” She gave her chest a little shimmy as she walked away, and laughed as she heard him groan softly.

—

P574, P589, P590…

“Holy shit, look at that girl.”

Mari smirked to herself as she searched through the massive shelves of the Linguistics section. The voice came from off to her right, where there was a cluster of study desks beside the bookshelves. The speaker was whispering, clearly unaware that Mari could hear her.

“Oh my god. They’re bigger than her head.”

The sheer amazement in the voice delighted her so much that her marking, which had faded back to blue a few minutes ago, immediately switched once again to pink.

“Whoa, and that tattoo changes color, too. Think that’s magic?”

“It’s gotta be. Wait, if the tattoo thing is her Gift, then that means…”

“Those are natural, holy shit. I didn’t know that boobs could get that big.”

“They can’t be. Look at what she’s wearing. She’s showing them off. They’re not magic, but they must be implants.”

That irked her a little bit. Mari wasn’t looking for any of the books on the top row of the shelf, but she reached up there anyway, grabbing one at random, and in doing so she squished her breasts up against one of the rows below it.

“They look really soft for implants. If those are plastic then she’s got a hell of a surgeon.”

Hah. As if she could afford a breast augmentation even if she wanted one. She could barely make rent.

“Can you make boobs bigger with magic, but like, without it being your Gift? That must be possible, right?”

“Probably, but nobody down here knows how to do it, and the Moonsingers won’t- whoa!”

“What?”

“Look at that girl.”

“Whoa!“

That piqued Mari’s curiosity. She walked towards the voices, which turned out to belong to two girls sitting at one of the study desks. She followed their eyes down the rows of shelves and saw…

Whoa.

It was one of the library employees, pushing a cart full of books between the shelves while she danced silently to the music in her headphones. Mari was immediately struck by two things. The first was the same reason that the two studying girls were gaping at her, and that was fact that she looked like she was smuggling an overinflated beach ball under her fuzzy blue sweater. Mari Beylikdüzü escort didn’t think that she had ever seen anyone that pregnant before. She had nice boobs, too. They weren’t nearly as big as Mari’s, but she was still very busty by anyone’s measure. The second was that… She looked familiar. Mari had seen her before, she was certain. Where, though? It must have been before she had gotten pregnant, or at least before she had gotten big, because there was no way that Mari would have forgotten that belly. She disappeared down a row of shelves, and Mari hurried after her.

“Holy crap, look at them bounce.”

That girl really needed to learn to whisper more quietly. Mari ignored her, straightening herself out as she rounded the corner, quickly and subtly adjusting her breasts in her bra. She approached the super-pregnant library worker and waved to get her attention.

“Oh, hi!” She smiled as she took off her headphones. “How can I…” Her eyes darted to Mari’s chest. To her credit, she remained very composed, only stammering once, just a little bit. “How can I help you?”

“Yeah, um, I’m looking for this book. The library database says it’s not checked out, but it’s not on the shelf.” It wasn’t just an excuse to start talking to her. She also really was just trying to find a specific title, which was why she unlocked her phone and showed it to her. She’d had her browser open to the online entry for it, with the title and call number.

Hannah (she was wearing a nametag on a lanyard) squinted at it. “How to induce… Uh. This isn’t the library’s website.”

“Huh?” Mari looked at the screen and immediately felt herself go red, and at the same time her marking began to glow a deep pink. (Embarrassment, as it happened, was darker and redder than arousal.) “Whoops! Uh, wrong tab. Er…” She fiddled with the screen for a moment. “This! This is the book I’m looking for.”

“The Syntax of Proto-Indo-European,” the girl read. “Ah…” She picked that exact book off of her cart and presented it to Mari. “Right here! Somebody who had it checked out turned it in today, and I just hadn’t gotten it back to the shelf yet.”

“Perfect.” Mari took it. “Thank you!”

“Your tattoo thing is really cool,” said Hannah, nodding her head towards Mari’s still-glowing marking. “That’s a Gift, right? It’s magic?”

“Er, yeah.” A tacit acknowledgment that she had been looking at Mari’s chest. Nice. She looked at the nametag again, then into her eyes. They were a brilliant, bright green. She had seen those eyes before. She had a name and a face, so why couldn’t she…

Oh!

It all came back to her. High school, senior year. She’d just been starting to break out of the shackles of religion that her father had spent her entire childhood binding her with, beginning to explore the first of her many long-repressed kinks, and starting to realize that she was into girls just as much as she was into guys. That last revelation had come to her one afternoon in a particularly boring math class, when she’d caught herself fantasizing about kissing one of her classmates, a girl named…

“Um… Sorry, but is your last name Reise?”

“Yeeeah?” said Hannah with the cautious tentativeness that came when someone you didn’t know seemed to know you. “Have we met?”

“Oh my god.” Mari laughed. It was her. What were the chances? “Uh. Yeah. We’ve met. High school, senior year. I recall a nervous confession, a little bit of making out, and a lackluster attempt at a kinda-sorta relationship that lasted about a month before we both graduated.”

Hannah’s eyes got wide. “Holy crap… Marisol?”

“That’s me,” said Mari. She awkwardly fidgeted with her jacket’s zipper. “Uh, I’m a bit different from the way I was back then.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” She looked her up and down, as if seeing her for the first time. “You’re so… punk now! And, uh… Wow. You’re… Bigger.”

Mari smirked. She was exactly the same height as she’d been the last time that they’d seen each other. “Yeeeah. I had a huge growth spurt right around my freshman year of college. Honestly, 2015 and 2016 were really explosive years for me. The Quake happened, obviously, so that’s when I got all glowy and color-changey, but I also sorta got away from my dad at that point, reconnected with my mom, started getting into metal, finally admitted to myself that I’m an atheist, and really started to think about my sexuality. I had only just realized that I was even interested in girls right around when we kissed that one time, but I still hadn’t really figured myself out yet, you know? Anyway, while all of that was happening my boobs just kind of… Boom.” She mimicked them exploding outwards with her hands.

Hannah laughed. “You know, I think that the last time I saw you, aside from graduation, you were literally wearing a ‘Jesus Loves Me’ shirt.”

“Yeah, well. People change.” Mari shrugged. “This is who I really am. I just didn’t know it yet.”

“Well, I think that’s awesome! I’m glad that you found yourself.”

“But Escort Beylikdüzü hey, look at you! You’re going to be a mom, holy crap!”

She laughed. “Well, um… Not quite. My brother and his husband wanted a kid, but, you know. They don’t have the parts for it.” She patted her tummy. “I volunteered. It’s lucky they both have good jobs, because it turns out they’re getting three kids instead of one.”

“Triplets. Phew. When you say your brother, do you mean Daniel?” Mari had met him once, when she was hanging out with Hannah at her house. He was much older than the two of them, well into his twenties when they were eighteen. “He’s gay? I thought he was engaged. Like, to a woman.”

“Uh… Yeah. He kinda realized later on.” Hannah, for some reason, seemed to flush a little bit.

“Jeez, that’s rough. My parents kind of went through a similar thing. My mom didn’t realize that she was gay until way after I was born. That’s why my parents ended up divorcing, you know. Makes me glad that I was able to explore my sexuality and figure all that stuff out now, while I’m still young and not tied down to anyone. How’d his ex-fiancée take it? What was her name? Allison? Addison?”

“Alexandria. And, uh… I don’t know, I haven’t really heard from her since they broke up.”

“Well, hopefully it wasn’t too rough on her. I guess it’s better that he realized before they actually got married, so they could cut things off before they got too woven into each other’s lives.”

“Uh huh. For sure.” Hannah nodded.

“So I guess your brother and his husband just didn’t want to adopt?”

“Um…” She seemed almost nervous all of a sudden. “They, er… Wanted to have kids that were related to them by blood. So my brother’s husband was the sperm donor, and I’m the carrier.”

“Oooh. So, did you two…”

“Er, no. Artificial insemination. Hey, um, not to be rude, but…” She gestured at her book cart. “I need to get back to work.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Sorry about that.” Mari kicked herself internally. She had probably gotten a little too personal a little too fast. “It was cool seeing you again, though! Do you wanna maybe hang out sometime later and catch up?”

“Yes!” Hannah nearly shouted it, as soon as she did, she looked terribly embarrassed. She cleared her throat and, much more quietly, said, “Er. Yes. Yes, that would be cool. I’m working all night tonight but if you text me tomorrow we can figure something out.”

“Cool.” Mari waited, expecting Hannah to offer her phone number, but she just stood there, smiling nervously. “Oookay. I guess I’ll give you my number then? Do you have your phone with you?”

Hannah was already red, but she got even redder. “Uh, yeah. Right. Sorry.” They exchanged phone numbers, and when they were done Hannah said, “Well, it was good to see you again. I’d offer you a hug, but, um…” she looked down at herself.

Mari grinned. “Oh, I don’t mind! C’mere.”

She did, eagerly. They embraced, which was an interesting experience. Mari could feel Hannah’s big, round, firm belly pressing up against her own much flatter stomach, and at the same time her chest ended up resting atop it, squishing up against Hannah’s boobs, which were by no means small themselves.

And then it was over. They pulled apart, and Hannah fidgeted awkwardly. “That was nice. I’m gonna, uh…” She gestured vaguely at the stacks, which was a bit futile, since they were in the middle of them.

“Get back to work, yeah. It was nice seeing you again!”

“Yeah, you too. I, um… Bye!”

Mari blinked as she retreated around the corner, pushing her book cart along. She did not remember Hannah ever being that blushy or nervous before. In any case… She had gotten her number, and that was pretty cool. She smiled as she set off to find a desk to study at.

—

As soon as Hannah rounded the corner, out of Mari’s sight, she backed up against the shelves and clutched her chest, blushing and breathing heavily. Goodness. The last time that she had seen Mari was at their high school graduation, and after that, Hannah had fully expected to never see her again. She remembered the kiss that they had shared in their senior year, and she remembered how it had failed to make their friendship blossom into anything more, despite her hopes. They had both too timid, too hesitant, and, to be honest, not quite out of the closet yet. Running into Mari now, out of nowhere, was definitely not something that she had expected, and she never would have guessed that that was what she would look like now, based on the Mari that she knew four years ago. Was this really the same girl who had, every Sunday, asked Hannah if she wanted to come to church with her and looked so disappointed when she said no?

And those boobs. Jesus. In her mind, Hannah could still feel them pressed up against her chest and tummy. She’d implied that they were natural and at first Hannah hadn’t believed that- how could a chest that big not be the result of magic or surgery? But that glowing marking she had was clearly a Gift, and Hannah had never heard of anyone having more than one Gift before, so they couldn’t have been magic. And if those were plastic, then had to be the softest, most natural-feeling implants ever devised.

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Amanda hugged her father, she was pleased that he was happy. She had never seen him this happy before in her entire life. And it was all because of her. She squeezed him as best she could before reaching up and whispering in his ear “Daddy, I’m glad you like to fuck me. I like it a whole lot, and next time, I want to feel your big hard cock inside my tight pussy” She giggled and squirmed out of his grip, knowing exactly what she had done.

Tom grabbed her, climbed on top of her and pinned her to the bed “You know what you started little girl!” He told her. “Now hold still and take your medicine!”

“No, Daddy, No!” She squealed in delight, feigning innocence. “Don’t, Daddy, stop!” She cried when Tom reached down to spread her legs open.

Tom was incredibly turned on by this little game. He had always wanted to fuck a woman against her will, he dreamed about ramming his cock into someone while they begged him to stop. And now here he was, it was almost as if Amanda was made just for him.

He pushed her legs apart roughly, his hand felt her pussy, she was still sopping wet. He knew it might hurt her a bit, but the thought only served to fuel the fire building deep within him. He shoved two fingers into her, all the way up to the third knuckle, and fucked them in and out. “Does it hurt Baby?” He asked with a menacing grin on his face.

Amanda sensed his desire, and wanted to please her Daddy as best she could, so she replied with”Yes, Daddy it hurts! Please stop you’re hurting me!”

“Good, I want to hurt you! Now hold your legs open so Daddy can fuck your pussy good!” He ordered.

Amanda struggled with him, only enough to give the appearance of not wanting him to fuck her. But Tom was much stronger. He held her down and continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers.

“Is Daddy hurting your little pussy Baby?” Tom asked, knowing what her answer would be, he shoved another finger inside her.

“Owww Daddy! Yes, it hurts! Stop, please!” Amanda begged breathlessly.

He fucked three fingers in and out of her until he felt her little hole start to twitch around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and raised up, positioned his cock just above her slit. He pushed it against her clit in an up and down motion guiding it with his hand. When she started to gyrate her body against him he sat up on his knees and pulled her up to him. He wanted to see her tight little pussy wrapped around his cock for the first time.

“You lay back and take it! Or Daddy will have to get rough with you!” He growled, pinching her clit in his fingers.

Amanda jumped in response to her clit being squeezed so roughly, she was dying to feel his cock in her, she didn’t have to wait long. He pulled her up off the bed so her ass was sitting on his knees. His hand guided his hard cock to her little hole. He pulled her puffy lips apart and pushed a couple inches of his cock into her

Amanda let out a sigh “Ohhhhh, Daddy!” she moaned.

“So, now you want it, huh?” Tom teased her, holding her legs wide open to watch as his cock entered her hot little pussy.

Amanda squirmed, trying to take more of her fathers’ cock into her hot hole. But, Tom was in the mood to tease. He held still, not allowing it in any further until she begged for it. “Beg me to fuck you Amanda.” He ordered, holding her legs apart. He needed to hear the words come from her mouth.

“Daddy, pleeease fuck me!” She cried. “I need it Daddy, please fuck my pussy with your big hard cock! Please Daddy, Please!” She begged humping her pussy up and down toward him.

Tom gave in, her begging was enough to give her anything she wanted. He drove his cock into her on one hard thrust. He let out a yell, feeling the warm walls of her cunt gripping his cock tightly as it went in. “Aughhhh, fuck Manda you’re so damned tight!”

Amanda took his entire cock in one stroke. Her pussy clamped down on his cock trying to keep in her. ‘My Daddy’s cock is in my pussy!’ She thought to herself, ‘and I begged him to put it there!’ Her thoughts only fueled the fire building within her as she fucked back at her father.

“Yes Daddy, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy!” She screamed in ecstasy.

Tom watched as his cock disappeared into the tiny little hole. Amazed at how incredibly tight his daughters pussy felt. He watched his cock slide in and out, for a moment he worried about hurting her, and then remembered she likes it a little rough and hard. He thrust in hard and pulled back out, repeating the movements over and over again. He leaned forward to kiss her.

“Oh, Baby, you have the sweetest little pussy!” Tom moaned into her mouth as searched for her lips trying to kiss her while his cock was sliding in and out of her silky hole.

Amanda offered her lips to her father and he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth. His hips bucked at her, fucking the engorged dick in and out of her snug little tunnel. He lifted his head to look into her green eyes, he saw that her pupils were Beylikdüzü escort enormous. She was enjoying the fucking just as much as he was.

“Yes Daddy, ohhhh, your cock is so big! My pussy feels so full!” She cried when he leaned up to look at her.

“You like that, do you Baby? Daddy’s big cock fucking your tight little cunt?” He asked thrusting deep and hard into her. Watching her tiny little breasts jiggle with each lunge into her pussy.

“Ohhh, yes Daddy.” She moaned as her Daddy fucked in and out of her pussy. “Harder Daddy, fuck it harder!” She cried bucking up at his cock.

“Manda Baby?” He asked. “Daddy wants you to roll over, okay?”

Tom needed to fuck her from behind, he wanted to see that ass of hers bucking up and down on his cock. He repositioned Amanda so that she was on her knees, shoulders lying flat on the bed. He had a perfect view of her sweet little anus. He had a hard time keeping himself from ramming his rod right up her ass.

He guided his cock to her pussy, and slowly pushed it into her. Amanda let out a long groan feeling his cock touch places she didn’t even know existed. It felt wonderful, she felt almost powerless, controlled by the hard cock fucking her from behind.

“Ahhhhh, Daddy, it feels good like this.” She murmured to him.

“Yes, Baby, Daddy likes it like this too. Fuck back on me Manda. Fuck your Daddies cock.” He commanded her.

“Yes Daddy.” She replied, pumping her pussy back and forth on his cock. “Like this Daddy?” She asked.

“Yeah, Baby, that’s it, fuck your Daddy, come on, fuck him good and hard!” He ordered.

Amanda feverishly pumped her ass up and down on Tom’s cock. Tom took the opportunity to wet his finger and slowly slide in into her tight little ass. He pressed against the hole, and it popped right in. He fucked it in and out of her while she rode his dick. He watched as his cock and finger slid in and out of his daughters most intimate parts. He could feel his balls starting to tense up just as Amanda cried out “Daddy, oh, Daddy! I’m g-gon-na, cummmm!”

Tom took over the driving from there. Amanda bucked and squeezed his cock through her orgasm. Her body was shaking and convulsing. Tom drove his cock into her harder and deeper and yelled “That’s it Baby, cum for Daddy, cum all over his cock!”

Her pussy clamped down hard, beckoning his cum to fill it with all he had. Tom couldn’t hold out any longer. He gave Amanda another thrust in her pussy and drove his finger all the way in her ass and cried out to her “Manda Baby, Daddy’s cumming!” He felt the walls of her pussy spasm around his cock, milking the cum up from his balls. “Yeah Baby, suck the cum from Daddy’s cock with your pussy! Oh, fuck, Mannnn-da!” He shouted as his cum filled her still convulsing little cunt.

Tom collapsed on top of her small frame, he heard Manda gasping for air and rolled off of her, pulling his still hard cock from her warm little puss.

“Oh, Daddy!” Amanda cried. “That was wonderful!”

“Yes, yes it was Sweetie. See how much fun we’re going to have with each other?” He asked, still basking in the glow of his phenomenal orgasm.

“Yes Daddy.” She said, rolling over to curl up next to him.

Tom put his arm around her and pulled her to his chest. The both drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the amazing new relationship they just formed with one another.

Tom awoke a couple hours later, and slowly extricated himself from Amanda’s sleeping form. He had to get to his computer to write a new story about his Amazing Amanda. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. His beautiful young daughter loved to fuck and he had to tell the story of how it came to be.

Tom clicked away at his keyboard for over an hour when he heard a small knock on his office door. The sun had already gone down and it was getting late.

“Daddy?” Amanda called.

“Yes Sweetie, I’m in here.” He called back.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked with an impish grin on her face.

“Writing a story about my Amazing Amanda.” He replied with an equally impish grin on his face.

“Can I read it Daddy?” She asked quizzically.

“How about I read it to you. But, later, we have to get you a shower and something to eat. You must be famished.” He said.

“Okay.” She replied, following him to the kitchen.

Tom started dinner, while it cooked he took Manda upstairs to the shower. They took a shower together to save time and enjoy each others bodies once again. When they were all done, they returned downstairs to the kitchen to eat dinner.

“After diner Honey, do you think you’ll be up to having a bit more fun?” Tom asked between bites.

“Sure Daddy, what do you want to do?” Amanda asked.

“Ahhh, well I need to do some research for my story Honey. I’ll show you in a little while.” He answered with a wink.

Amanda trusted her Dad, she knew well enough that whatever he wanted to do, she would be willing to try.

After the dishes were washed and put away Tom took Amanda Beylikdüzü escort to his office. He left her there for a minute and made a quick trip to his bedroom to retrieve the box of toys that Paula left behind. He’d been thinking about this for hours now. He had to have all of her. Fucking her pussy was incredible, and he wanted to fuck her pussy every day for the rest of his life, but he needed to fuck her ass too. Something about it, maybe because it was the ultimate taboo, maybe it was the feeling of power he garnered from giving someone a good hard ass fucking. He didn’t know and at the time he really didn’t care. He just knew he had to shove his cock deep into her bowels or he would never feel like she was completely his.

Tom returned to the office carrying the box, he walked over to his desk, set the box down and punched at the keyboard for a few seconds. When he was ready, he motioned for Amanda to come sit on his lap. The printer clattered away while it printed the pages he was about to read to his daughter.

Amanda obliged and plopped down on his legs. Her little butt wriggled around on his crotch while she got comfortable. Tom’s cock awoke from its slumber, as if it recognized the scent of her sweet young pussy.

“Okay, now Honey, Daddy will read you the story, but I want you to do something for me while I read it to you.”

He waited for her to acknowledge his request before saying “When you start to get that feeling down here” He slipped his hand between her legs and gave her pussy a little squeeze. “I want you to pick one of these toys and use it on yourself so Daddy can watch you while he reads the story. Okay?” He asked after explaining what he wanted her to do.

“Sure Daddy.” She agreed.

“Okay then here we go. The story is called ‘Daddy’s Amazing Amanda’ and of course it’s about you.” He paused to give her a quick smile.

“My sweet Amanda with hair the color of winter wheat and skin the shade of moonlight. Her flawless skin, and emerald eyes captured my heart at the tender age of 18. Her essence could only be compared to perfect spring day, when all the flowers begin to bloom and the buds of trees have yet to open. She was that spring day, her perfectly formed breasts were just beginning to bud and her delicate sex had only begun to open into the most exquisite flower a man could ever hope to touch . . . “

The story continued for several minutes, and Amanda was becoming aroused by the story about her and her fathers sensuous voice. He continued reading until he felt Amanda wriggling around on his lap. He stopped briefly to point to the box and say “Take your pick Baby, I know you’re ready.” He said with a wink.

He was right, Amanda was ready. She reached into the box and pulled out a big thick dildo. It was green, her favorite color. She got off of her father’s lap and slowly undressed. Removing her shorts and whit cotton panties, then struggled with her T-shirt. Tom helped her to take off her shirt, giving her pert little titties a quick squeeze. He grabbed her panties and stuffed them in his top drawer before returning to his story.

Amanda sat on the chair beside her fathers’ desk and hung her legs lewdly over either side. She looked at the dildo in her hand, it was difficult to hold because of the casts. She wondered to herself if she should have picked something a bit smaller and easier to handle.

Tom glanced over at his daughter. She was staring at the big green dildo. He looked down at her little cunt and wondered how on earth she was going to get the thing inside her puss. He noticed that her little lips fell open, and her clit looked swollen. It took all his self control to keep from diving in face first to taste the sweetness of her core again.

Tom reached into his top drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube that he kept on hand for himself. He opened the top and squeezed a liberal amount onto the ‘green giant’ telling her “That should help some Honey.” Then he returned to reading.

Amanda rubbed the lube over the top and sides of the big green phallus. Satisfied that it was covered evenly, using both hands she placed it against her slit. She rubbed it up and down her pussy, before she pushed it between her cunt lips. She let out a moan as she deliberately forced into her pussy.

Tom looked down and saw that she was struggling to get it into her small pussy. He thought about helping her, but then thought better as he wanted to see the tenacity of his young minx.

Amanda struggled with the green giant for several minutes before her pussy finally allowed it to enter. She let out a guttural moan “Ughhhh, it’s so big Daddy! Look, Daddy, it’s almost all the way in!” She cried.

Amanda worked the dildo in and out of her tight little hole, moaning as she pushed it in and pulled it back out. Tom’s cock was ready to spring out of his jeans. He watched her fucking it in and out of her pussy. He had an intense desire to reach over and take over the fucking of her sweet little hole, but he held Escort Beylikdüzü back. If his plan was going to work, she would have to beg for him to fuck her.

“Daddy, look!” Amanda cried when she discovered that her little clitty was protruding from her cunt lips. She flicked an awkward finger over the engorged bud and jumped from the electrical bolt it created within her. “My yummy button came out to play, Daddy!” she squealed with delight at the discovery.

Tom kept reading, and watching his little girl fuck herself and play with her clit. He saw her close her eyes and her head was tilted back. He knew she was close to bringing herself to orgasm. He chose that moment to stop reading and ask “Manda, do you want Daddy to finish for you?”

Amanda’s arms were tired and she really loved the way it felt when her Daddy fucked her so she replied with a raspy “Yes Daddy, you finish for me.”

“Do you really want Daddy to finish?” He pressed.

“Yes Daddy, I want you to, I really do!” She told him.

“Are you ready to try something different Honey?” He questioned “I have that research that I need to do to finish my story, are you ready to help me?”

Amanda was still fucking the dildo in and out of her pussy. She was on the cusp of an orgasm, and would agree to anything. “Yes Daddy, I’m ready” She moaned to him.

Ahh, those words again, ‘Yes Daddy, I’m ready’ and this time it was for real. She was ready.

Tom put his hand on hers and pulled it away from her pussy. He took over sliding the fake cock in and out of her. He licked his finger on his other hand and pressed it against her anus. He pushed it into her, and gave her a couple hard thrusts with the dildo.

“Baby, I gotta fuck your ass.” He blurted out, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. “Daddy needs it Honey, will you let me?” He asked her.

“Ummm, yessss,” she moaned, not even comprehending what her father had just asked.

Tom lifted her from the chair, with the dildo still buried in her cunt. He set her on the floor and told her to roll over and get on her hands and knees like they did earlier. Once in position, Tom stood and removed his clothing. He watched as his daughter writhed with passion on the floor. His cock jutted out from his groin, he felt it twitch with desire at the site of his daughters pussy stretched wide, full with the big fake dick protruding a few inches. He grabbed the lube from his desk where he left it and applied it to his throbbing member.

Tom slowly removed the dildo from Amanda’s pussy. She moaned and sounded disappointed when her pussy felt empty. “Don’t worry Baby, Daddy will have you filled up really good in just a second.” He cooed to her.

She was still wiggling her ass up and down in a mock humping motion. “Daddy, I need it so bad, fill me, please, please!” she cried to him.

Tom stroked his hard cock once and squeezed the tip down. He pressed it against her exposed anus. Amanda jumped, and tried to jerk away when she realized what her Daddy was doing. Tom held her in position and continued to push.

“Daddy, owww!” She cried. “It will hurt in my bottom!”

But, Tom ignored her plea and tried to press in again. Realizing that he would never get anywhere like this he told her “Baby, you need to relax so Daddy can get inside you.”

“But, Daddy, It won’t feel good in there. It will hurt, won’t it?” She asked.

“I know it will feel good to Daddy, and I think you’ll like it too.” Tom told her. “And, remember, you promised to help Daddy with his research for his story.” He coerced her by sliding his hard dick into her cunt. Filling her wet pussy with his cock and giving her a couple hard thrusts.

His cock was covered in her juices, more than enough lubricant to get it in her ass. He lifted her ass and spread her legs to get them further apart. He took aim at her little pink puckered hole and tried to squeeze the head down into her again.

“Relax Amanda, it won’t hurt if you relax.” He told her, getting impatient, he needed to feel his cock inside her ass.

He tried again, pressing harder this time. The head of his cock disappeared inside her little hole. Amanda let out a loud “Ewwww Ohhhhh!” as it entered her and he felt her little sphincter squeeze down hard on his cock.

“Almost there Baby, relax now so Daddy can fuck you in the ass.” Tom told her in a soothing voice.

Amanda lay there as still as she could. It felt like she had a log inserted into her bottom and it really hurt. When her Daddy told her to relax, she did the best she could. She felt him push in again, and then pull back out. It was starting to hurt less and less as her Daddy started to fuck his big cock in and out of her tiniest of holes.

Tom couldn’t believe the sensation. It was better than he ever imagined. Here he was with his cock buried half way into his 18-year-old daughter’s ass. It was so tight and hot, tighter than anything he could have described before experiencing it first hand. His movements were slow as he worked it in deeper and deeper with each push. Amanda was grunting and she wasn’t fucking back yet, he was beginning to wonder if she would ever let him do this again until he felt her little hole give way and his cock slid in up to his balls.

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Thank you all for your messages and comments! I know some people are going to be upset with this chapter, but I promise it is important and builds to something better in the next one! -Emri

-+-{Lincoln’s Pride}-+-

-‘[Part 12]’-

“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself as I watched a strange guy walking up the front driveway. It was two in the morning and the house was completely silent. I was up getting water. It had been an awful day. I hadn’t heard from Samir and it was the first time he had missed our video chat since I’d left Satra. I was so worried about him. Silence between us was rare and painful. He needed me like I needed him. I couldn’t sleep without knowing he was ok.

I set the cup down on the counter and went towards the window next to the front door. He had stopped midway up the driveway and was looking around and checking something on his phone. In the dim light, I couldn’t make out much more than his figure, tall and strong.

He took another step towards the house and the security light came on. He froze. He looked Arab or Hispanic with a sharp nose and spikey, black hair. He was young, maybe a year older than me, and wore a tight, sleeveless blue shirt with jeans and trainers. He darted over to the safety of the shadows and my instincts took over.

It had been a long day. Not only had Samir gone silent, but Bilaal, after our play session, had decided I was nothing more than a weak bottom sub boy who needed to be put in his place. Every time we’d crossed paths, he’d rub my ass or pecs and talk down to me like I needed his protection, his reassuring touch. I had to keep reminding him that I wasn’t a lost and scared boy.

He’d find me and ask if I was worried, try to comfort me with assurances that Samir would be ok and would contact me soon. I needed to remind him that I wasn’t a fragile boy, wasn’t a desperate hole. Caleb wasn’t helpful either, he had split the day between reconnecting with Emerson and chasing after Bilaal with persistent, flirty overtures. It did keep Bilaal busy while I tried to figure out what was going on with Samir.

Caleb, Emerson’s friend since childhood and Samir’s ex-love, was looking healthier than the last time I saw him. He had been taking care of himself and Samir had said he was actually doing well with the business here. With the pressure of an Arab master gone, he seemed to become a man on his own.

The stranger paused in the shadows for a minute. I remembered there was a side door from the laundry that went out. I saw it earlier in the day during my exploration. I wanted to stop him before he got inside the house, but I also wanted to trap him before he could run off. I wanted to know how he got in through the gate and why Bilaal wasn’t awake and doing his job. With the anxiety of Samir’s disappearance, I had a slim hope that this lurking character may know something. He did look Arab after all.

I darted back through the kitchen and into the laundry room. I punched in the disarm code that only disarmed the one door closest to that keypad. It made a small chirp, nothing too alarming. I eased open that side door and closed it gently.

Creeping around the side of the house, I heard him typing on his phone. The idiot had his sound on so it made little clicking sounds as he furiously typed his message and then the little whooshing sound of the text being sent. I peeked around the side to see him staring down at his phone and then looking towards the circle of light around the front door.

A chill went through me. I realized I’d gone outside in only a pair of tight briefs. Worse, they were the white ones Samir liked to see me in that showed off my bulge and had a patch of sheer material in the back that showed off the shadow of my hole.

I didn’t normally parade around like that, but it was 2 AM and I had just sneaked to the kitchen for water. The house was silent and dark. I didn’t expect to encounter a prowler. This was no time for modesty though. I had Emerson to protect. With Samir missing, I was clinging to the thought that something crazy was happening. This stranger lurking on the side of the house only fueled that.

I got a few inches from him, close enough to smell his cheap body spray. He must have saved a lot of money on it because he’d applied it liberally. I was barefoot and so quiet that he hadn’t registered my presence in the dark alcove. He just kept checking his phone and looking around to the front of the house.

“Sup, dude?” I whispered in a deep tone and he turned on me. He dropped his phone and jumped back against the wall.

“The fuck?” he yelled and stared at me in shock for about a second. He sprang into action and darted towards the gate. He didn’t even pause to get his phone. I didn’t need long to catch up with him and knock him to the ground.

I jumped forward and elbowed him in the back of the head. He tumbled forward hitting the pavement. I landed on his back but still hit my arm against the concrete. I grabbed his arm as he tried to get back up and I pulled it sharply behind his back Beylikdüzü escort and forced it upwards until he yelped.

“Fuck, man! Ouch!” He begged, but he was already down.

I heard some scuffling behind me and turned to see Bilaal running out of the house towards me.

“You got him? Is he alone?” Bilaal yelled. He was wearing the same blue lounge shorts he’d had on when we went to bed. He was wielding a baseball bat, and his chest was heaving as he ran towards me.

“Just him. He’s down, no thanks to you,” I shot.

“What the fuck, dude? You invited me here! Get off me!” The stranger yowled as I ground my knee into his back.

“Who is he?” Bilaal said. He ignored my jab, and was more concerned about securing the situation.

“I thinks he’s one of you. You brought a bat! Good! Bash his head!” I said. My heart was racing in my chest. The stranger had been docile after his initial squirming, but my comment brought another round of fighting from him.

“Dude! You invited me here!” He protested again.

“Lincoln, get off him! We’re not bashing heads! It’s ok, I can secure him. Let’s find out why he’s here before we decide what to do with him,” Bilaal urged. I didn’t move though. I pushed my knee harder into his back until he stopped squirming.

“I’ve got it under control,” I said coldly. He wasn’t about to claim my victory.

“Lincoln, Now!” Bilaal barked. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up to my feet. He pulled me back against his chest and rubbed my pecs. “Calm, boy. It’s ok. I’ve got you,” He whispered.

The stranger started to get to his feet. I was ready to go at him again, but Bilaal held me back.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bilaal demanded as the stranger rose and looked at us with wide, dark eyes. He held up his hands to us like he was surrendering. I noticed a cut on both his arms from the hard driveway.

“This is too crazy man! I came to meet a ‘Caleb.’ We hooked up on the app. He gave me the address and the gate code. He said to wait for him outside. Is this some fucked up sex cult?” the man asked. He started to walk back towards his phone in the grass, but Bilaal raised the bat.

“Don’t move!” Bilaal barked.

“It’s cool. Let me just get my phone and go. K?” The man said. Bilaal nodded for him to walk.

“Yasir! You made it!” Caleb yelled from the front door. He looked freshly showered with shorts and a small blue tank top that showed he had been investing in his fitness since Samir and I had been away. He was Samir’s age but had been taking better care of himself in our absence. He bounded towards us with his light hair still damp from the shower.

“He’s leaving now. Don’t stop him,” Bilaal said and put his hand out to stop Caleb. It hit him in the chest and Caleb just looked at Bilaal with the same adoring eyes he had used all day in his efforts to flirt with him. Caleb didn’t care what kind of handsome Arab was in front of him. He wanted them all. With me calmed, he traded me for Caleb against his chest.

“I’m out. You guys are fucking weird,” Yasir, the now named stranger, rolled his eyes at Caleb and went to get his phone. He muttered something angry under his breath but Caleb was already focused on Bilaal holding him back against his chest.

“I told you Caleb causes problems,” I said to Bilaal.

“It wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t out here playing night stalker in your panties,” Caleb said and noted my briefs with a wry laugh.

“That’s enough, boys,” Bilaal said. He let go of Caleb and walked Yasir to the gate. He secured it behind him as I headed back towards the door to look at my cuts. Caleb waited as though he needed Bilaal’s escort.

“You do NOT invite men here without my approval! You put everyone at risk. What kind of idiot are you?,” Bilaal fumed at Caleb.

“I couldn’t sleep. It’s too tense here,” Caleb whined.

“Let’s all just get back to bed! We’ll deal with this in the morning… Oh Lincoln! You’re bleeding. You look pretty banged up… Go in the bathroom and I’ll get the first aid kit,” he said when we got inside and he saw me in the light. He looked down at my white briefs made transparent by the wet grass and dirtied from the pavement. He locked the door and reset the alarm.

“I’m fine. If you did your job, I’d be better,” I said. He looked at me with confusion and then swallowed the lump of his pride stuck in his throat.

I went off to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I only had a simple cut on my right arm. It looked worse than it was. I rinsed it off and applied some of the liquid bandage that burned away any infection.

I took a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror with my arm held up to show the cut. I sent it to Samir with the tagline “I caught a prowler and fucked him up pretty badly.” I knew he would get a laugh out of that.

He still hadn’t responded to any of my texts or calls. I was worried. I’d asked Ali about it when he had the video chat with Emerson. He looked worried as well, but like he did with Emerson, he held back Beylikdüzü escort details from me. He just kept saying that it was fine and Samir was just busy. I could tell in his eyes that something was very wrong.

I changed the white briefs for a pair of grey sleep shorts. I came out of the closet to see Bilaal sitting on my bed.

“Still no response?” he said with a nod to my phone.

I shook my head.

“Me either. I’m sure he’s alright, Lincoln. Do you need me to hold you so you can sleep? You must be pretty shook up after that,” Bilaal said.

“I think Caleb needs that. He looked pretty shook up,” I said dismissively and went to the other side of the bed.

“I’m not here for Caleb. Samir approved his visit, but it’s you I’m here for,” Bilaal said. I got under the covers and checked my phone to see Samir still hadn’t contacted me. Bilaal reached over and put his hand on the back of my neck as though I needed comforting.

“I don’t need you here. I can’t count on you protecting our house. You’re no use to me. You’re not my lion. This may just be a job to you, or some G.I. Joe fantasy, but I care about Emerson and his boys. With Ali and Samir away, I’m the man here,” I said and looked him square in the eyes. His eyes went through a quick flipbook of emotions; shock, hurt, anger, back to hurt.

“Just a job? If you were my boy, I’d fight the world to get back to you,” Bilaal said as I looked down at my phone. My eyes slowly raised to see him looking at me with the hunger Samir usually held.

“Oh,” I said, not sure how to respond. His hard lips eased into a smile as his dark eyes twinkled.

“Nothing would stop me, little one,” Bilaal assured. He lifted my arm and kissed my healing cut.

We laid there looking at each other for a solid two minutes before I realized that if he didn’t leave soon, I was going to be begging for his cock. My shorts tented under the heavy comforter.

“I guess you have to go check on the house… make sure everything is secure again,” I said.

Bilaal looked disappointed, but he quickly regained his security guard composure.

“Good night, Lincoln,” He said and rose from my bed. He turned my light off and closed my door. I laid there fighting with myself until sleep called the match.

+++

I slept through breakfast. The sun was high and it didn’t look fresh. I didn’t normally sleep so late, but last night had gone into extra innings. I reached for my phone, but it was gone. I dove out of the bed and scanned the floor to see if it had fallen… it wasn’t there. I looked in the bathroom even though I remember checking it every two minutes before I fell asleep. It should have been here, should have been waiting for me.

My stomach twisted at the sudden understanding that Bilaal must have sneaked in and taken it.

I raced out of the room in my sleep shorts. I saw Emerson and the boys in the backyard enjoying the sun. I ran through the living room and into the kitchen where Bilaal was hunched over the bar looking bleary as he sipped his coffee.

He had dressed for the day with a tight blue polo shirt and jeans. His eyes startled when he saw me rush-in, red-faced and angry.

“I can’t find my phone,” I said, deciding to not start off with an accusation. As much as I wanted to lurch across the counter and punch him, my first priority was to track down Samir.

“I know. I spoke with Ali and he decided it was best to take it. He’s worried about you and the anxiety this is causing. Checking your phone every two minutes will only make it worse. Let the men handle the business.,” Bilaal said.

“Please… give… it… back,” I said through clenched teeth, my fists balled in anger.

“I have my orders, Lincoln. It’s directly from Ali,” Bilaal explained.

I was ready to fight, but I remembered Samir and that look of disappointment he got when I lost my temper. Suddenly though, I remembered my laptop. It was connected to my phone. Bilaal and I stared each other down across the granite island.

“Ok then. I guess he wants to protect me,” I said and lowered my eyes so he’d think he’d won. I needed to get out without alerting him. I’d play along until I got my phone back.

“It’s for your best, little one. If you need an update or something calming, I’m here for you.” Bilaal calmed at my sudden return to compliant sub boy. He reached across and squeezed my hand.

“I’ll go get dressed,” I said and lowered my eyes in respect.

“Sounds good. I’m going to reset the security codes. I’ll keep you safe, Lincoln. I promise,” Bilaal said. His Arab confidence had returned. His boys were in line.

I went to my room and found the laptop in the charging drawer. I opened it and tried to locate my phone, but of course he had disabled that. Luckily though I had my contacts and messages synced. There was no news from Samir, but my contacts had more promising leads.

Zaid didn’t answer when I video-called, so I moved on to Ali. He had always kept me at a distance. He kissed my cheek when we Escort Beylikdüzü passed, but it was more of an acknowledgment that I belonged in his tribe than any real care. He knew Emerson, his husband, held me as a close friend, but he treated me as his brother’s property. I didn’t blame him. After the mess Caleb had caused, he probably worried that I’d be an equal disappointment.

“Lincoln, what is wrong?” Ali said without emotion when he accepted my video chat. He was sitting in his office wearing a tailored suit that accentuated his strong physique. He was a very handsome older man who wore the weight of leading his family with reserved, icy dignity. He only melted when Emerson or his boys were around.

“I need to know where he is,” I said as I sat cross legged on my bed.

“He’s safe. I’m sure of it. He can’t contact you right now, but he’s ok.” Ali looked at me stone-faced.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” I asked. My stomach knotted at the thought.

“No! Of course not! Why would you think this?” Ali’s eyes softened.

“Then why are you so calm when you have no clue where he is?” I asked.

“I don’t want to discuss this further. Things are being handled and I won’t discuss our business on an open line with my youngest brother’s cub. You are safe, my boys are safe. Samir will contact you when he can.” Ali was getting annoyed. I felt the knot in my stomach tighten.

“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” I said quietly. It hit me how lost I was without him.

“I know, sweet boy. He loves you so much. I promise you will know something soon,” Ali sighed.

“I need to know he’s ok.” I lowered my eyes, this time for real. It wasn’t my pride or need to be right. I was his boy. I needed my lion.

“I know. Listen… I can’t give you the details, but he’s ok. He has important work to do. I’ll tell you more tomorrow… give Emi a hug for me. Don’t excite him with your anxiety,” Ali said. He disconnected the chat and my screen went dark.

I put on swim shorts, a tight white tank, and my sunglasses to head outside. Caleb was out there with Emerson, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. There were sitting on lounge chairs, watching the boys splash around in the pool and signing to each other. Everyone was happy and going about their business like our home in Satra wasn’t being invaded by the Arizen.

“Look who woke up! Did you have anymore late night crime-fighting? Or just stay up wrestling with Bilaal?” Caleb joked when he saw me coming towards them. I grabbed a towel from the bin near the glass doors and went to sit beside them.

The knot in my stomach twisted, but I said nothing. I signed hello to Emerson and laid my towel over the empty lounge chair on the other side of Caleb. He shifted towards me and read my mood.

“Still no word?” He said and signed for Emerson. I shook my head and looked over at Emerson to see his face fill with worry.

“I’m sure he is ok. Ali would do anything to protect him.” Emerson signed.

“I just wish someone could find him,” I signed back.

“He’s going to be ok, Link. They would never put him in danger! I know when he gets to a phone you’ll be the first person he contacts. I’m worried too, but I trust him,” Caleb signed and said. He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder.

“What do you care? I’m sure he’s put enough aside to keep you unemployed for life,” I shot back.

“I love him too, Lincoln. You’ve had him six months. I had him six years. I loved him enough to find him you. He wasn’t right for me, but you two just seem to work. You keep each other challenged without having it turn into something ugly. I see how happy you make him. He would never risk losing that by putting himself in danger,” Caleb said. Samir had only occasionally filled me in on some of his epic fights with Caleb. Samir’s right eyebrow started to twitch at the mere mention of Caleb.

Caleb’s normally carefree tone was gone though. He looked at me like he meant it, like he understood the seriousness of it all. He reached for my hand and slipped his fingers between mine.

“Thanks, man,” I said. He came over to share my lounge chair. I moved over to make room and he slid under my arm. He put his head against my shoulder. His other hand came to rest between my pecs.

“It’s going to be ok. I’ve been through enough of their roller coasters. He will come back to you all hyped up from victory… and fuck your brains out,” Caleb laughed. He was trying to put me at ease.

I’d forgotten how much history he had with Samir. It bonded us in a weird way. I still found remnants of their relationship. It was very different from what I had with him. We shared very different sides of the same coin.

Samir lost his confidence with Caleb, gave in to his tantrums and manipulations. They’d ended their adolescence with each other and knew too many of the others’ mistakes. With me, he was a man; strong, decisive, in control. He’d learned his lessons, and was determined to not repeat them.

Holding Caleb under my arm felt strangely comforting. It was a piece of Samir, and felt like home. Emerson moved closer and we all three signed and talked about what Caleb had been up to in our absence. It was a welcome distraction until my stomach started to growl from hunger.

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Alex had been walking around the town for most part of the morning, just enjoying the weather and the accompanying Scottish scenery. Feeling tired and looking for some alternative, he was delighted to see the town library ahead. He always enjoyed sitting down and reading, science fiction and mysteries in particular and if they were books with collection of stories, he could sit down and read for quite a while before he did anything else. Taking a break from sightseeing, he walked into the library. Wandering around through the stacks of books, he noticed someone sitting at one of the desks with a laptop and moved towards her. As he stood beside her, he noticed her flaming hair, blue jeans, and a white tie up top, with some kind of intriguing pattern on it. He wasn’t paying much attention to any of those because he was much more interested in the rise and fall of the curve of her breasts as she moved while typing.

She noticed someone beside her and looked towards him, he sat beside her and asked what she was doing.

“Writing”, she said, smiling her dark green eyes. She found him to be a little older with locks of brown and grey hair, brown eyes and wearing beige pants with a black shirt.

“What are you writing?” he asked moving closer looking at her screen.

“I have a blog where I write erotic stories. I post new stories almost every day.”

“Erotic stories, hmm?”

“Yes. Here’s my blog.”

She clicked open a browser window and a small picture of her in a sheer white dress popped up, and after a few more clicks a bunch of erotic photos and series of stories followed. As she scrolled down, he read the titles, “Elevator – Chapter 2”, “The Cowboy and the Lady”, “Blind Date”.

“Interesting “, he said. “Where do you get your ideas?”

“Some are real, and some are made up, but I’m not going into detail”, she smiled again.

“I’m Alex”, he said holding out his right hand.

“Kat”, she replied, taking his, and resting hers in it. He gripped her hand firmly, and shook, looking into her eyes. She could feel his gaze piercing her.

“You look like you’ve been working up a sweat”, she commented.

“I decided to have a break from sightseeing, Beylikdüzü escort but couldn’t realize earlier that the scenery was going to be just as good in the local library.”

She smiled at him again, letting go of his hand, her face reddening slightly. He wasn’t the most handsome man in the world, but she felt warmth emanating from him. He moved a little closer and asked “What else do you do, besides writing?”

She found herself opening up to him, talking about her college, her boring lecturers and her job at the museum. In turn, he smiled and discussed about his job as a being professor back home “giving out boring lectures”, his love of travel, and details about some of the places he had been, or had yet to go. Almost an hour passed as they sat in the corner of the library and it felt comfortable. She asked him if he wanted to read one of her stories, and when he nodded, she opened one of her favourite stories for him and moved her laptop over. He became engrossed in it, scrolling down page by page slowly. He found himself shifting a bit when he came to the naughtier bits. When he finished it, she could see that his breathing was a little harder.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Very much so”, he answered looking into her eyes again. “You know, this place doesn’t seem too busy for a library.”

“Most people are outside somewhere, not sitting on computers in a library”, she answered.

“They don’t know what they are missing”, he responded, moving his hand over, touching hers lightly, tracing his finger up her bare arm. As she turned to him he moved his hands to hold her face giving her a kiss, his lips lightly brushing hers. “Cherry flavoured?” he asked.

“Hmm”, she replied, wrapping her hands around him, pulling him to her, kissing him hard and her hands roaming across his back. He moved his hands around her back too, pressing her to him and felt her breasts against him and her nipples hard as they brushed against the dual fabric of her top and his shirt. She let out a low moan. Still kissing her, his hand moved down between her legs, slowly tracing the space between her legs through her jeans. She shifted her legs, opening them up, giving him more room Beylikdüzü escort as he continued pushing his palm against her, cupping her sex, and rubbing her slowly through her jeans.

She arched her back into his hand,

“Mmmm… that feels wonderful”, she said. She couldn’t believe what she was doing in the middle of the day, none the less with a man who she had just met. As he was touching her through her jeans, she was getting wetter and she was more turned on just by thinking about what was happening.

“Someone could see,” she said in a breathless voice, trailing her hand up his leg.

“Let them,” he replied, unzipping her jeans and plunging his hand down them. She wore white lace briefs; “classy girl”, he thought, cupping her through the lace, before sliding his hand under into her dripping hot cunt.

“Mmmm…ohhh yes Alex,” she moaned unzipping his jeans to repay the favour. She took him in her hand. He was already hot and hard. She started stroking him slowly, running her thumb over the tip, and spreading his pre-cum.

“Oh… Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

He slid a finger inside her, causing her to buck on his hand.

“God you’re so tight,” he whispered bending to her ear and biting it turning her on even more.

“Mmm yes I am,” she said her eyes now closed.

“Would you like another finger?” he said not giving her a chance to respond before shoving another finger in her.

“Ahhh…”

He stopped her screams with his hand over her mouth and she started stroking him faster than before.

Her pussy was gushing now. She was close and he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers.

“Let’s add another shall we,” he said hand still on her mouth, looking in her eyes. She shook her head no, but he wasn’t listening; he was in charge now.

Shoving another finger in her, he saw her eyes widen. She bit his palm, but then her eyes closed and her face glowed in ecstasy.

“You like that don’t you,” he said thrusting his fingers in and out of her. “Tell me,” he said taking his hand away.

“Yes, don’t stop…ohhh, please don’t stop,” she cried out.

“Shh, I won’t stop but you have to be quiet, Escort Beylikdüzü we don’t want to draw a crowd now, do we?” He said thinking about it, “Or do you? Is that what you want, someone to see me playing with your wet pussy? Someone to witness you cumming all over my hand, while I fuck you with my fingers, is that what you want you dirty little slut?”

His words were turning her on more and more and she had to let go off him to hold onto the desk. “Oh God Alex make me cum please” she whispered.

He twisted his wrist inside her, then pulled out and shoved all three fingers deep inside then rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Oh Fu…” he covered her mouth again, watched her eyes roll back in bliss. “That’s right Kat let go.”

“Mmppphhh” was all he could hear as his hand was smothering her cries. He was still playing with her clit, wriggling his fingers inside.

Kat had never felt such an orgasm. He wasn’t stopping yet and her heart was racing. “I could die,” was her last thought before another wave hit her.

When she stopped bucking against his hand he pulled his fingers out and looking into her eyes, he licked them.

“Mmm you taste exotic,” he said smiling.

Kat looked down and saw his dick still out of his pants and more swollen than before. She took him in her hand and started stroking him slowly. She bent over and took the tip of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and bent over further licking him from the tip to balls. She then took him to the back of her throat.

“Oh yes Kat suck me,” he said holding her head down to his lap as his ecstasy started to build up.

Kat started sucking him faster and faster.

“Oh. Fuck yes,” he said feeling himself close soon. “God you’re amazing,” he said, wondering if anyone had ever felt this good going down on him.

“You’ve sucked lots of cocks, haven’t you slut!” He said pushing her head further down. He felt her gag and pulled back, but she didn’t stop and her hand started playing with his balls.

“I’m close baby… do you swallow?”

She shook her head no. He grabbed her hair twisted it around his hand.

“I’m cumming…argh,” she went to pull back but he kept her there “Swallow Kat, swallow my cum”

She didn’t have a choice. He tasted salty, creamy, and hot and she swallowed till the only thing left in her mouth was his cock.

“Mmmm good girl,” he said patting her head.

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Well here’s the third chapter, hope you like it. Don’t be afraid to offer constructive criticism. I’m open minded. My next series and characters will be wayyyyyyyyy better that this keep a look out for it.

Enjoy

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It seemed like we were driving for hours, I really wanted to see how beautiful he really was, if he is as beautiful as he is in my little fantasies. I’ll never get enough of him.

We pulled up in front of a country styled house, beautifully bricked with a gated fence surrounding the house and the backyard, and what a backyard it was. A huge pool and I’m guessing what looked to be a guess house. We made it into the house, and before I could compliment his taste in decorating, he gave me a lip bruising, passionate, soft, but urgent kiss.

“Nate, do you trust me?” I was still in aftershock after that amazing kiss so I just nodded. He sucked at my neck and nibbled on my ear, and whispered. “I want you tied to my bed, whimpering, and begging for mercy. Pleading that I let you cum.” I groaned from the images that flooded my mind, I could already feel him inside of me, but nervousness, and insecurity sweep over me; he could see the doubt on my face. He lifted me in his arms and said something that would live with me forever. “We’ve only just met a week ago and I can’t seem to get you out of my mind, I know this is fast, Beylikdüzü escort but I don’t want just sex from you. If you want to wait, I’ll wait. If you want to take your time, I’ll wait. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re obligated to please me because I want you, I’ll always want you. I just want you to be comfortable to submit to me.” I pulled back and looked into his eyes to see if he actually meant what he just said, and by god he did. I could see deep into his soul, but for some reason I felt safe. He just looked at me, his eyes glistening. He loved me. He didn’t have to say it. I saw it in his eyes. So I said two simple words.

“Take me.” He didn’t need a second invitation. He carried me the master bedroom, what a gorgeous room it was. It was classical with a hint modern. It fit him. He laid me on the bed, and undressed me. It felt weird being the only one naked. He kissed me sweetly; it felt so good to have his lips on mine. I gasped when he squeezed my cock. Pain and pleasure became my best friends at that moment; it felt like he knew what to do to take me over the edge. But leave me dangling in the process.

“Do you really trust me Nathaniel?” I nodded eagerly. He pulled me up a bit so I was leaning against his headboard. He took out black restraints from his bedside dresser, and strapped it on my wrist and secured it to the headboard, and Beylikdüzü escort he did the same with the other wrist.” I couldn’t believe that finally my fantasy was coming to life. He kissed me again, but this kiss was different, it was shy, and it took me by surprise. I looked at him and he just smiled at me. How could he be shy, and I’M the one who’s tied to the headboard. He grasped one of my nipples and tugged a little. See I’ve never been a fan of nipple play, but when he did that my cock twitched and dripped a heavy amount of pre-cum onto my thigh. I moaned loudly.

“Please…” was the only word I could utter. He sucked my nipple into his mouth I almost came from just that, he tugged on my other nipple as he licked and bit on the nipple that was already in his mouth. I groaned loudly. I wanted him inside my so bad.

“Your…Cock…Inside…Me…NOW.” He lifted my leg and smacked my ass. Hard. I nearly leaped of the bed.

“Don’t tell me what to do, this ass.” He squeezed my ass. “And this cock.” He squeezed my cock. “Is MINE. I do what I please, I think I need to teach you to show some respect.” He smiled at me evilly. He grasped my cock and stroked it fast and hard. I told him I was going to cum, and he stopped. He did it two more times; I wanted to bust out in tears. I needed to cum.

“Please Paul…” I begged. He kissed the head of my Escort Beylikdüzü cock, and got lube and condoms from his bedside dresser. He slowly got undressed. I inventively watch every muscle clench as he took off his shirt. He pulled down his pants, and to my delight, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I shuddered. He chuckled at my reaction. He rolled the condom on, and but a little more lubrication on the condom, and rammed into me with one straight thrust. I came immediately. I screamed his name and pleasure and pain mingled once again. He pounded my ass relentlessly. My cock got hard again, I wanted him to wrap his hand around my cock and make me cum.

“Jerk my cock please…” I begged through my moans and whimpers. That evil smile appeared again. “Oh no love, I’m going to fuck the cum out of you.” He pounded me so hard, I started seeing colors. Then with one more pound he filled the condom. His reaction was sort of a growl, but seeing his sexy face when he came did it for me, I fell head first off of that cliff (felt like I was hanging there forever) it tore through me like I never felt before. I couldn’t catch my breath, and from the looks of it. Neither could he. After we came down from our highs, he untied the restraints, and pulled out, I felt a sudden emptiness and I didn’t like it. He tied the condom at the end and through it in the waste basket. We both wanted to shower, but had no energy left. We both were spent. He turned me over to my side and snuggled behind me. After we said our goodnights, he whispered in my ear.

“You will never have to worry about anything else.”

To Be Continued …

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Please note that like all my essentially true stories, a condom was actually used as I advocate safe sex though for the purpose of this piece i have omitted to mention it. They save lives but describing their placements can kill the moment. Thanks.

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Everybody has a six pack, at least according to a personal trainer I once had. Apparently if just depends on your size and weight under how few or many layers of fat it is buried under. And also, posture is a lot to do with it, if you breath in and hold your chest out a little with shoulders back, your abs will ‘lock’ into place, enhancing the appearance. So when I remember and am wearing a tight top or none at all, à la plage (or pool) I try to make myself look good. Not always successfully though…

So how the hell I came to be doing some ‘life’ modelling (ie nude) for an arts class in my local town, I’m not sure. We had moved to France from the UK only the summer previously and I think it was something do with my wish to become part of the community that made me answer the hand made advert/ poster displayed in the local internet café/ function rooms. They hold Zumba classes each Tuesday and art on Thursday evening and I haven’t got the rhythm for Zumba.

So there I was, introduced to a rather motley crew by the organiser, Jean Paul, an overweight man in his late 50s who also ran the swim club I had joined and who had seen me in my Speedos if nothing less. He was definitely straight and definitely unattractive but always treated me kindly as the outsider. I went behind the screen, took my clothes off and put on the dressing gown provided and then walked back to the middle of a semicircle of chairs and easels. I disrobed and noticed… that nobody seemed to notice. Here I was, starkers, and no eyes seemed to be scanning my dick as I scanned their eyes. I took up the position that Jean Paul asked me to and was asked to remain still for the duration of the class. The artists were not to talk, if they wanted anything they had to raise their hand and Jean Paul would go to them, all would be done at a whisper and then he would attend to their requirements. One lady raised her hand almost straight away and Jean Paul took her a pack of charcoal crayons but other than that, almost silence.

I had only been there for 10 minutes into my hour or so when I heard the door open but couldn’t move so had no idea who or what had joined the pensioners and housewives sketching my nude body. I remained in situ until the class was told they had only 5 minutes remaining and Jean Paul approached me to ask if he could take a photograph with his smartphone so that I could resume the same position the following week. I agreed and he immediately showed me, it was tasteful (no full frontal or dick shot) and very unlike the photographs I had stored on my boyfriends smartphone for the apps we used occasionally to meet casual shags.

Jean Paul asked if I was okay to remain in place for a few minutes and I was in no hurry so I agreed and the class packed up and drifted away, some lingering more than others to chat about the price of various vegetables at the market and other riveting topics of conversation. Jean Paul explained to me, Beylikdüzü escort still not having moved, that the latecomers was his son who had joined the class for the first time and wanted 5 more minutes to sketch me sideways on. He asked if we could pack up our own things as he put all of the crayons away, the easels and chairs having been tidied (or taken home) by the respective users. It was really only about 5 minutes when his son, Bertrand, came round and introduced himself and said he was done. “Nice to meet you” I said, unaware of the protocol when naked before a stranger in such a public setting, the function room above the bar and internet café below.

“Good shape, good abs, great for sketching” said Bertrand, who I think hadn’t seen them earlier as he’d only been to the side of me not lounging on the sofa.

“Thanks” I said. I then got up and went to dress but noticed, unlike the rest of the class, he indeed did seem to check out my shaven cock which, due to the unusual predicament I had found myself in, ie naked before (a) housewives, (b) pensioners and neighbours and (c) Jean Paul, was probably looking rather sorry for itself.

Bertrand said he was only home for the holidays, 2 weeks, before going back to University. I thought he was a bit mature to be a student but have another acquaintance in France who has made a career out of college and university studies so wasn’t that surprised. I asked him if he fancied a beer and he accepted so we went downstairs and I ordered a couple whilst he sat down. We talked a little about how I knew his father and how I had come to do the modelling for the class as well as his studies, he was 30 and supposedly in his final year of medicine but looking to extend it and specialise. He didn’t swim like his father, he was a kite surfer so had a lean physique (though not all of them do) as he came to the coast most weekends and practiced his hobby. His face was tanned from being outdoors but his arms, as he was wearing a t-shirt, were white (and muscular) as much of his kite surfing was done in a wet suit.

And then out of the blue, he unrolled the work he had drawn and asked if I was free for another hour. In was slightly surprised and said I was but he said as the hall was expensive and probably booked later, we could go to his parents house. I agreed, thinking Jean Paul would be okay with it and knowing the circumstances and so moments later just a couple of hundred metres away, I was being welcomed into the family home by Bertand. His parents were out, it seemed after art classes they went to the neighbouring village to see his mother’s sister and weren’t due home until around midnight. Knowing I drank beer, he didn’t ask, just opened the fridge and got a couple of cans out.

I wasn’t sure what he expected and he said to go to his room upstairs as the bed was a double so I could stretch out better than on the settee so off we went, and I suddenly felt a mixture of nerves and excitement due to the surreality of the whole situation. He showed me to the room, I stepped in and stared to undress, then sat completely naked on the bed.

He got his sketch pad and crayons ready and I asked where he wanted me to go and in what position, Beylikdüzü escort strange as though it sounds sexy, it really wasn’t at all. He wanted to sketch my pecs and abs basically, so I pushed my pecs out a little and pulled my stomach in flat. He took up position at the bottom of the bed, by my feet, with a view of my limp cock and began drawing. I said very little and he shortly afterwards excused himself as he needed a piss. I could hear him pissing and imagined the sight after all I had checked out his perfectly formed arse as I followed him up the stairs. He stopped pissing but didn’t return immediately and when he did, I was rather surprised- very pleasantly so- to see him totally naked too. I didn’t say a word and he resumed his sketching. I tried to check out his body, I noticed he had a flat and firm stomach and like me he was totally shaved around his cock, probably like many sportsmen for ease of getting in and out of clothing and for hygiene as we tend to sweat a lot too. I hoped he shaved under his arms and like me didn’t use deodorant but couldn’t tell as he was sat sketching away. We said nothing for a further 10 minutes or so and then he said “Finished if you want to take a look.”

He came and sat next to me so our hips were touching and I felt a tingle of excitement, still unsure what possessed him to remove his clothing. But I wasn’t complaining, as he moved I saw his cock in all its glory, he wasn’t cut but had pulled back his foreskin when he took a piss and so it looked like he was which I found really cute.

“Like it?” he asked. It was not what I had expected but it was a great piece of work. He had made my dick, although flaccid, look quite impressive and if my chest and stomach really did look like that, I was impressed with myself and grateful to my personal trainer all those gym sessions ago.. I pointed to the drawing of my dick.

“Poetic licence?” I asked .

“Wishful thinking” he replied and placed his hand on my chin, pulling my mouth to his as his warm tongue entered. He placed his artwork down on the floor and assumed a more comfortable position so we were both horizontal and he climbed atop of me, grinding his fast inflating cock into mine. We were evenly matched, size wise though my nuts were slightly larger perhaps on account of me not having jacked off for a couple of days but we continued to eat each others tongues and I caressed, stroked and pawed at his smooth but firm and muscular butt cheeks until he rolled us over and did the same to me. I felt quite guilty as my boyfriend was waiting at home but needs must. And my guilt was replaced by pure lust as I wanted to taste his cock which by now was oozing precum. So I motioned for him to move up and when his knobhead was level with my eager mouth, I savoured the taste of his bell end before taking the shaft in my mouth and cupping his swinging nuts in one hand. He moaned in approval and we stayed like that for a little while, him reaching back and wanking my own erection at the same time. I then moved under and took one of his balls in my mouth, stroking his shaft, and then sucked the second in my mouth and nuzzled them softly.

I gently let them out and worked under his smooth little ball sack Escort Beylikdüzü so my head was between his legs, slightly spread them, and licked his asshole which was directly above my probing tongue. He sat lower down so I could really give his sphincter a good licking, he tasted only of man sweat which drives me wild. And I pulled him down further so he was truly sat on my face as he continued to wank my throbbing meat. He stood up and moved off the bed, I had no idea what was happening, but he stood at the side of the bed and rolled me on to my stomach and then went to a suitcase which I assumed he used to transport his belongings in to and from college and his parents. He opened the outside pouch and reached inside, taking out a tube of lube. He came back to where I was laid and squeezed some direct onto my arse crack which I parted so he could get my opening. He put the lube on the bedside cabinet and kissed me, kneeling at the side of me so I lifted an arm and he looked at me quizzically until I licked the sweat from his moist pit. He seemed to like it and offered me the other which I sucked and cleaned dilligently.

He climbed on top of me and I now knew more than ever what I wanted and how full I hoped his balls were, spreading my legs further so his cock was in my lubed arsecrack and then I raised my hips slightly, pushing my own opening against the head of his cock. He cupped an arm around my stomach and slowly and carefully eased forward and I felt the warmth of his knob within my arse. I pushed back a little as he was only slightly in me and I didn’t want him slipping out. I held him there for a minute and squeezed my man muscle around his cock, then relaxed and had him enter me further, so that his own knob end was just beyond my prostate. He rocked slowly and the sensation was fantastic. I knew also that the sensitive tip of his cock would rub against my hardened man g-spot so we would both feel the benefit from this position.

“Turn me over” I said and he manoeuvred me carefully on to my back without withdrawing, so he could now thrust his hips and pound my arse whilst I clawed and caressed his pecs, pulling him in for some spitswapping. It drove him wild and I raised my legs higher, meaning he too had to rise up and remain in me as my cock was banging hard down my belly. I wanked it whilst he rode my arse and his breathing quickened. I knew full well what was coming, just not how much, and stopped wanking myself momentarily to wrap my hands around his arse so he couldn’t withdraw. He let out an almighty orgasmic yelp as I felt the first pump of his seed. I let go of his buttocks as he continued to fill my arse and returned to wanking myself, cumming almost immediately as I knew I would but had managed to get my head almost directly below the projection of my spunk so my open mouth caught most of it. I liked to put on a show but wasn’t expecting him to move in for a snowball. His own cock slid out of my arse, satisfyingly, as our tongues continued to fight over my juice. (It was an even split but there was enough to share.)

We kissed and held each other until our cocks were limp and every drop of my juice had been swallowed before finally rolling free of each other. Boy, he had a great body and were it not for the fact my boyfriend was waiting at home, I think we’d have had another fuck there and then. But hey, he was in town for another full week and a bit… and it wasn’t the last (or least) that I saw of him during that time!

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Chris Jenkins was at the counter of his Lawrence, Kansas convenience store around 12:30AM. He was pulling a double shift to make up for the time he took off during his mother’s recent illness. It was a day to remember, spent in all consuming ecstacy with Anjie Pearson, who he’d just met three days before. The figures on the page before him struggled to hold his attention, and the bustling of his co-worker, a young man from the University, was on the edge of his perception.

His radio was playing “Take It Easy” by the Eagles, and Chris could relate. Much to his shame, he had fallen hard for his old German teacher, Anna Pearson, gone much farther with her than he was comfortable with, and now he was involved with her granddaughter. In a couple weeks, Anna would be back, and Chris was not sure if he could handle the situation.

Jessica Smith strode into the store, followed by a couple of squirrely looking guys with bags of equipment. She was wearing a pink tube top and cutoffs above her sandals; her body was a gift from God; her face supposedly a gift from her father’s bulldog; her attitude a gift from the depths of the Pit. She came to the counter and rested on her elbows, smiling sweetly. “Hey, faggot boy, how’s it hanging?”

“Hi, Jessica. Miss you horribly–not!”

“Got a deal for you.”

“Not interested.”

“Shut up and listen. My boys want to do a photo series here, where I became famous.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, where we foiled the robbery a few weeks ago?”

Chris shook his head. “I don’t understand. You mean that security tape where you paraded naked in front of that drunk would-be robber and freaked him out so much he got arrested?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you mean ‘photo series’?”

She put her hands on her hips and snorted. “I started a new website: ‘Jessica Justice’, and I go around doing scenes where I fight crime.”

“Oh. It’s a pay site?”

“Yeah, but it’s got really great stuff in it.”

“What?”

“Me, naked. A couple of guys sent me a lot of money to do a site where I could fight crime and show off my excellent body.”

‘I got a great idea for your shoot here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, put a bag over your head.”

Jessica stuck out her tongue at him. “Anyway, the boys here will give you $50 if you’ll let us take a few shots here.”

“No deal.”

“All right, $200.”

“Done. But what about my co-worker?”

“Who?”

“The guy who does your old job.”

“$50?”

“The same as me.”

“The same as you? You packing his fudge?”

“No.”

“All right. But he’s the lookout; we don’t want anybody seeing my bod without paying for it.”

“Done.”

He called his co-worker, Frank, over and told him what the deal was. He accepted the assignment without hesitation, and went outside to divert traffic from the store. Jessica went over by the hot dog rotisserie to plan her poses while Chris went back to his inventory.

Chris looked up from time to time during the hour to see what they were doing. Jessica was showing strategic parts of her anatomy in various places of the store, while one guy held the light and the other shot a flash drive full of pictures. They wanted pictures of Chris playing the robber while a naked Jessica disarmed him: for another $150 he agreed to put a bag over his face and hold an extremely fake gun pointed in her direction.

They were taking pictures back toward the cooler, when he noticed Jessica was naked inside, pressed almost full body against the glass and she left an imprint as she pulled away. “Hey, be sure and clean that up before you go,” he ordered.

He got home around dawn, and was awakened at 8:00AM. Going upstairs, he found his brothers Virgil and Fred, demolishing the old plaster from the living room walls. Seeing them at work, he waved and went downstairs, showering and dressing in sweats before going to Anna’s house.

Anjie met him at the door with a warm, muzzy smile wearing a white silk blouse, jeans and fuzzy house slippers. She gave him a long kiss and asked: “What brings you over here at this time of day, punkin?”

“Hey, babe,” Chris started. “My brothers are tearing up the house. Could I grab a nap here before I have to go to work later?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” she replied. “You can take the master bedroom. I’ve got a teleconference in five minutes.”

“Sweet.” Chris found the bed unmade, and crawled in to her residual warmth, falling asleep almost immediately. His dreams were the same as when he discovered his lust for Frau Pearson: he was writing German declensions in chalk on a blackboard while Anna sat topless, saying “Was has du jetzt gelernt” over and over again.

At 1:00, he was awakened by a soft hand stroking his stomach and a warm body pressed against him. A tongue nuzzled his ear. He rolled over to be suffocated by a hungry mouth, and reached out to find her soft puppy fat eager for his touch. The sweats disappeared; two bodies began a dialogue in the soft glow of the early afternoon on an old fashioned four poster Beylikdüzü escort bed surrounded by antique furniture and lace curtains.

They turned, and as he savored the salty sweetness of her dark flecked valley, soft lips and a velvet tongue sought for his solid passion. His fingers clenched her bottom hard and her nails dug into his hips. Before they reached the summit of their longing, he withdrew, arranged her on her back, and mounted her, starting thrusting slowly, while she wrapped her legs around his midsection. The grandfather clock downstairs maintained its sentinel measure of time, but it was unheard as two lovers lost themselves in one another.

Streaked with sweat, they lay in each other’s arms, resting after their dialogue, exhausted by their journey through clouds and rain. “Chris, what’s your work schedule like the next couple of days?”

“I’ve got to do another double shift tonight, then single shifts the next three days.”

She frowned . “I’ve got to go back to New York tonight. Need to spend a couple days in the office.” Her finger started tracing his arm and she looked down. “Was hoping you could come with me.”

He kissed her. “I’d like to, but I can’t. Gotta work for a living, babe. Need to do some yard work from your Grandmother. Keep an eye on Virgil and Freddie, make sure they don’t kill themselves tearing apart the house.”

Her eyes bore on his. “You’re a writer now, Chris. You need to think about life beyond the convenience store and yardwork. You need to think of a new place to live, space to write your stories, space to write books. Space for people who care about you.”

He started to speak, but she put a single finger on his lips. “You say your house is being torn up by your brothers. It’ll take them a while to finish what they’re doing, won’t it? It’ll be noisy and dirty and nasty, won’t it?” He nodded. “Bring your clothes and your laptop over here for a few days. Take the stories you put on the Internet and rewrite them, fill them out a bit and make the characters people we’d like to know. Or elves or dwarves or whatever. I’ll draw up another contract in New York and you’ll be able to quit the store and wind down your lawn business.” He frowned and thought; she kissed his forehead. “Chris, I’m not asking you to make the great leap now. Just try out a new lifestyle for a few days and see how you like it. You can take the back guest room: it’s away from the street and it’s the quietest room in the house.”

“What–what–what will your grandmother say?”

“Mutti won’t mind; I asked her about it this morning.” Chris’ jaw dropped. “So it’s settled. Get your stuff together and move in–for a few days.”

She traced the line of his jaw with her index finger while he thought about it, and eventually he nodded in agreement. “Good,” she said, sitting up quickly enough to make her breasts wobble. Reaching her hand over, she stroked him and smiled. Her fuzzy black hair was tousled and a few strands escaped the pony tail she wore that day. “We have time to celebrate before we have to go.” As his manhood reasserted itself, she bent down to kiss it again, her soft tongue questing every curve until it was fully restored, then she sat on it, welcoming into her velvet vise and rocking gently on him.

During a slow part of his shift, he put his laptop on the counter and checked his e-mail for the first time that day. He’d barely had time to shower, gather a few things, and make it on time for work. His co-worker Frieda gave his a quizzical look and a smile, shaking her head, but said nothing. There was a message from Germany:

Chris,

We’ve had such a good time in the Schwartzwald! It’s been a long time, but I think I’m

finally back in shape; Magda has been wearing me out. Yesterday we took a lovely boat trip on the Rhine. Tomorrow we’re making a long trip to spend a week with my father’s relatives near Dresden, and visit some old villages just over the border in Poland where our ancestors lived.

I’m glad you’re having such a good time with Angela. It takes a great burden off my

mind. Please stay at my house while your brothers remodel; you need some quiet space. Have as much fun as possible, and I’ll treat you both to something nice when I get back.

Love, Anna

There were pictures attached, and a second e-mail with more. Most of them were forest shots of stately trees and a few of a boat trip on the Rhine. The last ones were of Anna naked: several where she was sitting in the middle of a small waterfall, and in the last one she was peeking from behind a small tree, her breasts resting on a pair of strategic branches, a silly smile on her face. Chris shook his head as he closed the window; he was seeing a side of her he’d never seen before. I didn’t fit with the storm trooper of the old days.

The old house was silent as he returned, lugging his bags through the front door, and he spent several moments looking around the living room after he put his things away upstairs. Anna was all around him: in the furniture still in the same place Beylikdüzü escort they shared lemonade and she offered him her white melons not that long ago, in the pictures of her family all around, in the books of indeterminate age resting on worn shelves, in the degrees hanging on the walls he hadn’t noticed before.

Before he went to bed, he opened his laptop and looked at her pictures still attached to the e-mails: taking a flash drive, he downloaded them for later scrutiny. A storm blew in from the Plains in the wee hours, and his thoughts flickered back and forth between the women in his life.

The next three days were a blur: wakening in the early light, a quick breakfast at his home where he checked in with his brothers, a morning at his laptop immersed in old stories, a late afternoon and evening behind the counter. Angela sent him updates of her meetings in New York and asked him when he was quitting the convenience store. Anna sent him more pictures of her travels in Germany, which always included a picture of her naked or preparing to enthusiastically devour huge sausage swathed in mustard.

He dared not quit his jobs. The tension in his relationships with the two women was making him nervous, a tension only banished when he was lost in a story. His fear was he would lose both of them, and life would be back to its normal solitude. Chris firmly believed in the old Wing Walker’s Maxim: don’t let go of something until you have hold of something else.

Saturday morning found him awakening later than usual with a stranger at his computer. Angela was sitting at his laptop reading one of his text files. She sat with her knees drawn up toward her chest; which gave him an excellent side view of her breast as her white halter top hung loosely. For a moment, his mind spun, thinking she would be reading his e-mail, but it became clear she was reviewing a story.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said calmly, not looking up from the screen. “Busy the past few days?”

“Yeah. Got a lot of things written. You?”

“It was insane. Had to let go of a couple of vice presidents and a couple of editors. I never like this part of the job, but they were leaking data to the competition. Gotta go back at the end of next week to hire replacements.”

“When didya get in?”

“Fifteen minutes ago. You were dead to the world, so I thought I’d see what you were up to. This is good stuff: I knew you were a quality writer.”

“Thanks.” He sat up heavily and rubbed his eyes. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“Great idea. I gotta run by Watson Library to check up a couple things. Mind tagging along?” He shook his head, and she looked at her watch. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”

They rode their bicycles downtown and had croissants and coffee at a little place on Massachusetts street, taking their time and people watching as they nibbled their food and read the newspaper. By the time they reached campus, it was just past noon and Watson had barely opened its doors. Anjie led them up to the Eastern European reference area and checked some catalogs in Polish before heading into the stacks.

Arriving at their goal at the end of a long stack, she reached down to pull an old book off the shelf, flipping the pages. Chris looked around at the incomprehensible titles before looking over her shoulder. “How many languages do you speak?” he murmured in her ear.

“Eight,” she whispered back. “Spanish, French, German, Italian, Greek, Czech, and Polish.”

“That’s seven.”

“Oh, and English,” she giggled. “You?”

“I survived your grandmother’s German class, and that’s about it. Unless you count Redneck as another language.”

She wiggled her backside against his groin. “There’s another language I think you do quite well.”

He responded by circling her waist, hugging back to him. The response below his belt was immediate, and probed her bottom urgently. It wiggled against him more and he lifted his hands to cup her halter. A sigh and a gasp; his tongue emerged to trace her earlobe. She put the book down on top of the others, open, and put her hands on the stack to steady herself. All was quiet around them; they were alone in the entire wing of the library.

She reached around to undo his fly, and he undid hers to slip her shorts and panties down. Bending over at the waist, she reached between her legs to find him and guide him to the moist canyon that longed for his touch. His hands moved fabric aside, and his fingers stroked her bare nipples as they moved together. She turned her head and his tongue returned to the delicately scalloped lobe. It wasn’t long before she gasped and shuddered, and together they reached their goal of jubilation.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she murmured when she could talk again.

The spent the rest of the daylight at Clinton Lake, walking hand in hand on the shore, sheltering in the shade of the trees, drinking in one of the last days of summer. There were more beautiful people there, University students in prime shape displaying their tanned and toned physiques, Escort Beylikdüzü and some anglers testing their prowess. They didn’t care, the world was theirs. They dined simply at a small restaurant downtown, and went home to share a bed.

Sunday found them working separately: she hunched over the computer in her grandmother’s study, and he tending the yard. When he went back to his room, he checked his e-mail: Anna was due to begin her trip home early Monday. There was a note from her:

Chris,

I’ve had such a wonderful time here, and yet I long to come back to the two people who

mean the most to me. You have no idea how much I wanted to share everything here

with you, to have you see everything I’ve seen the past three weeks. That day may come

yet.

Angela is very grateful for your company, and hopes you will stay with us for a while, as

do I. Your life is changing for the better, and though it’s a scary proposition, please

believe me when I tell you everything will be all right. I love you and your happiness

means a great deal to me. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.

See you soon. Love, Anna

He stayed in his room, surfing the Internet absent mindedly until it was time to go to work. When it was time to leave, Anjie was obviously in another conference online, so he left quietly.

It was a slow night at the convenience store, and Chris nodded off just before 11:00PM, while sitting upright on the stool behind the counter. The dream came back to him: he was at the blackboard writing German declensions, this time he wore a white shirt and the room was empty. A single rose sat on Frau Pearson’s desk, and the clock on the wall read 4:37. Anna was wearing a simple black dress, but instead of talking she came forward silently and embraced him hard. He felt the hot sweat of her skin, the muscles of her arms, the smell of her perfume, and her breathing in his ear. Over her shoulder he read a line on the board in his own handwriting: Bleiben sie mit Angela, bitte. Es ist, was ich will. Es ist Ihre Zukunft. It seemed Anna wanted to say something, but couldn’t, and she was reluctant to let goof him.

The phone rang, and he awoke with a start. Chris picked it up: it was Angela. “Come home now,” she said, weeping.

“What? I’m off in another hour.”

“Come home now. Please, Christopher. If you never do anything else for me, come home now.”

“As soon as I can.” Fortunately, his midnight relief was able to come in early and he was on his way in five minutes. He found Angela in the living room, lit only from the light coming through the kitchen door, sipping from a glass with the Schnapps bottle on the table before her. “Anjie? Anjie? What’s up?”

“Mutti,” she said and began to cry.

“Yes? Is everything all right?”

She shook her head no violently. “They were on the way to the airport, got caught in a crash on the autobahn. Magda was driving, something happened. Flipped a couple of times and hit a truck.”

Chris stood waiting. Anjie took another sip and wept some more. “Those crashes on the autobahn are horrible. Mutti told me she was always afraid of the roads there. Almost never survivors, they drive so fast. They drive so fast.” The last sentence came out in a whimper. Another sip, an intake of breath. “It was around 4:30 in the morning. Nobody on the road.”

“Did her cousin have a heart attack? Stroke? Seizure?”

A nod and a shrug of the shoulders. “Probably. She’s gone!” She started wailing and gestured him to come sit by her; when he sat she wrapped herself around him and sobbed heavily into his shoulder. Tears started welling in his eyes and fell on the back of her neck.

For a quarter hour, they held each other and wept. She poured a glass of Schnapps for him, and they drank in silence. The phone rang and she shook her head, so he answered it. After listening to the report, he thanked the other party and hung up. She looked at him quizzically, and he said: “They think cousin Magda had a stroke. Her daughter said Magda was complaining of headaches a month ago, but didn’t get it checked out.”

Anjie nodded. “You wanna be alone?” he asked.

She shook her head briskly. “Absolutely not, Schatzi. I need you.”

“Okay.” He sat down and she sat on his lap, her head on his shoulder, and they sat in silence long into the night.

They saw the dawn through the living room windows, the lace curtains turning from red to pink to yellow. Chris tried to puzzle through the writing in his dream without a dictionary and without asking Anjie. Bitte was please, and Bleiben was the verb ‘to stay’. So the first sentence was about staying with Anjie. Zukunft stumped him: he couldn’t remember for the life of him what it meant.

“Mutti was my mother more than my mother was,” she started out of the blue. “I spent every summer with her since I could remember, my folks both worked, and they died in a highway accident when I was in grade school. I was here when I heard the news. Now I hardly remember what they looked like, or how their voices sounded. I understand their drive now, their passion to succeed, but life’s about more than success. It’s like the Ghost of Marley said: ‘People were my business.’ I just started to realize that, and now it’s too late.”

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You mother called me frantic with complaints that you have been uncontrollable since turning 18. Your anger coming out in how you dress and even talking back with curses being used freely. The seven years since we divorced have been tough. The split not fun and feeling that she turned you against me still hurting. The courts siding with your mother and you played your part. I knew I lost you when you told all of them that I was never home… not a real dad at all and you loved your “mommy so, much”. The little girl eyes watering up with tears making the final tip over to her irreversible.

Its early in the morning. I am sitting in the family room of my former house more focused on what has changed since I left. Since custody was 100% with mom and I just mail checks. I figured it was a good trade off. Pay some cash once a month and just be away from the hell of a bad marriage and a brain washed kid.

I almost don’t even notice you sitting there as your mother rips into a tirade of how you have changed, how you have blocked any chance of her being happy. Her boyfriends come over and they are more interested at you than her. She calls you a slut for parading around the house half dressed. Not caring who looks at you. Your answers are short and mean. Proud of what you look like, proud of the attention.

“I can’t help they look… I have to stay locked up while you get some loving. If you want I can give you some tips on how to keep a man.”

Your dig hurting her but true in many ways. Her relationship skills have always been to manipulate and boss others while you have learned to get what you want by giving a little. By submitted when you need to for the long term.

Mom turns and her eyes look at me, try to engage me into the fight but I sit there passively. Just now noticing you in your v-neck white T-shirt. Seeing no bra underneath and cleavage showing from a very intentionally stretched collar.

Mom doesn’t hold back and screams “Tell her that she needs to mature and be my partner in this house!”

I shrug. “Can’t you just listen to your mom… just cover up some. Whats the big deal?”

Your reply hard, fast and calm. “Fuck her and fuck you.”

My eyes focus in and my body heats up from the blood racing through me as it registers that you care even less about me than ever before. Your body language indifferent. Legs exposed in shorts and knees wide. Almost laying on the sofa. Your hair a little wild from sleeping and your eyes big with full lips staying a little apart. A rehearsed look that has gotten you dinner, better grades and a little spending cash from mom’s boyfriends.

All with them thinking they had a chance to fuck you pinned against a wall for hours. To hear you moan to get fucked harder and harder. The dirty image planted by you and left to grow into a dream that few could resist to think about. Even catching your mom’s last boyfriend stroking off upstairs after a very rough teasing session. You worked your magic stretching on the sofa and chest pushing up and out. Your little teasing words of asking if he would like to be called daddy sometimes. It was the last straw for your Mom. Seeing him run out stammering.. nervous and shamed into admitting that he may have just wanted you over mom.

My eyes start to roll over you a little as you stretch in boredom. Taking in your curves and seeing how you like to tease. The cause of all these problems and what has made my Saturday morning a revisit to a past life that I was happy to be rid of.

With a sigh I finally speak “You share this house. just learn to live with Beylikdüzü escort each other. And, actually I need to go. I don’t know if I can even help the two of you at all to be honest. Seems like a cat fight is all.”

I stand and with one last glance at you almost on your back I turn to leave quickly. The growing bulge almost giving away how my body reacted to seeing you on your back and wondering in the back of my mind if you did just tease or if you had followed through.

You grin and seem to rest on your elbow as if inviting me next to you. “Just leave like you always do. You left me with this crazy bitch. Why change now? A good fuck you to you too!”

I stop in my tracks. “You picked her over me and you two are perfect together. And a fuck you to you as well.”

You sit up bolt straight. Not wanting to lose and playing your only card. “You want to fuck me too… don’t you? That’s why you are leaving. You are like all the rest. Can’t keep it in your pants and just a pervert.”

I turn to see you sitting now with your feet on the floor. You starting to stand there with your back slightly arched. Hair at your shoulders and your mom looking at you in disgust. Even with me she is jealous of the attention getting away from her and back to you..

“You’re my daughter.. if only on paper. You want to throw it away and be a whore? Okay then. Just call me when you’re forty, alone and figure out that your grew up to be a cunt just like your mother. Shit happens… good bye.”

The words hitting hard and you realizing where you get your attitude from. Where you get your sharp tongue from. Thinking deep down that maybe if you could have gotten to know me better things might have been different. That maybe you needed someone to verbally spar with you rather than yell at you.

All you can say is. “Fuck you! Both of you!”

Mom stands up. Her face flush, mind spinning and exhausted. “No! I am leaving. I hate this life and I want to be free of all of this! You (pointing to you.) are an ungrateful little slut that will never appreciate what I gave up to have you. I wanted to be happy. To travel, have a man that treated me like a princess and you fucked it all up. You being born was a mistake. The biggest mistake! Fuck you both.. with every fiber of me… FUCK YOU!”

With that she leaves. Rushing, stumbling and getting her keys. Maybe to a man’s arms. Maybe to just run away and not think about how her life is in reality. The room empty and just the two of us alone and the tension there. The “fuck you!” still hanging in the air and my blood being kept in check barely. You smirk and toss your hair as you turn slightly to dismiss me. “Well, what are you waiting for, get the fuck out to.”

You turn and then feel the firm press of a palm around your throat. Pushing you as quick as an eye blink and then hitting the cold plaster of the wall on the back of your head. My hand holding you tight but only tight enough to hold you in place. My face two or maybe three inches from your face. Lips pulled back and showing my teeth. The anger evident in my eyes as they lock in on yours.

“I didn’t want to fucking come here but, I did. I guess I thought maybe you fucking needed me a little. You are a born bitch. The next time you see me just stay out of my way. Okay, you little cunt.” My hand lifting you up a little more to the balls of your feet. Still not choking you but, clear that I can.

You look at me and hold your breath and let out a moan but not a scared moan. Just a deep exhale moan. Your mind racing thinking how to get out of this. Beylikdüzü escort How to get control rather than be controlled.

Your eyes lock on my mine and without a blink you whisper. “I’ll suck your cock.”

I almost let go as I pull back a little. The words that I didn’t expect as I held you there against the wall. You see me falter and whisper again. “I can do an amazing job with it. I swear.” Your hand just sliding over my cock. Feeling it shift as I react to the touch. I slap it away and hold you up a little higher. Your moan deeper. Your eyes close for a second and then open to lock on mine again.

I take in your sent as I hold you there. Allowing my eyes to look at you whole now. Not like a bitter man or shunned father but a man. A man that was in the back of his head enjoying your curves and teasing. One that enjoys your smell. My cock reacting faster now. Letting my imagination flow while looking at your lips. Looking at your little mouth that would need to stretch to take my cock all the way in.

I growl. “Don’t think you can tease me. I am not mom or one of her stupid boyfriends that can get mind fucked.” I release you slowing but stay focused on your lips. “You, sort this out when your mom gets home.”

I turn before you can get a good look at me. Trying to hide my stiff cock that is pushing more and more north. The throbbing reaching my temples and pounding in my head.

You stand there stunned and react again. Trying to gain control of what just happened. “You can’t even do it anyways! I bet I would make you shoot in 30 seconds if you haven’t already”

Your words bite hard into me and I turn in a burst. Again pinning you against the wall but, my free hand busy already deep inside your shorts. My finger finding your slit quick and hard as it pushing inside you. Making you rise up to the balls of you feet by their own free will. Your moan deeper now with your mouth remaining open and jaw hanging as I look at your face and the rush of blood goes to your cheeks. The heat rising up through your torso and your face flush in want. My finger deeper and deeper. Pushing harder. Feeling that you are so slick already. I am taken aback by how warm you are. Your smooth mound feeling sweet against my palm. My other hand around your throat and I kiss you roughly. Tongue deep inside your throat as an indicator of what will come.

The kissing more and more intense as I finger you harder. My finger grinding inside you, stretching you as rough and hard as I can. Grunting as I kiss you. Tasting your skin as I kiss along your neck. Your wetness all over my fingers and hand, leaking down your thighs. I pull my hand back and rub over your clit with the tips of my fingers, rubbing as hard as I can. I pull my face back. Looking at your mouth staying open, panting. I speak quickly and in a matter of fact tone. “Turn around, now. ” I slap your mound playfully. I pull my hand out of your shorts and push my soaked fingers into you mouth letting you clean them. Pulling them away and my mouth right over your mouth again. Kissing you. Drawing your tongue out to suck it and getting your taste to me.

My hand slips to your hair as you turn and I make sure you are bent over and adjusting your hands to the wall. Without asking you push down your shorts with one hand as you balance against the wall with the other. Feet stepping out of them as they hit the floor and go wide. A peace offering of sorts as I look at your round ass and try to peek at your smooth cunt. I release your hair and kneel behind you. Licking your ass cheeks. Tongue bathing your curves and Escort Beylikdüzü then reaching your sweetness. Pushing my tongue rough and wide inside you quickly. Pushing my face against you and feeling you push back. Your wetness covering my chin instantly. Moaning as I taste you. Forgetting what we are to each other. The years apart making it easy. Not thinking you are the little girl I remember but the woman that likes to fuck who is pushing against my mouth. Reaching under I rub your clit with the tips of my fingers. Tongue probing hard as I moan inside you. My eyes flicker open and I see you looking back at me. Your back arched and hands on the wall as you push back against me and grind harder and harder. Making me want to taste you more. I pull back and ram two fingers back in. Watching you take them easily. Your walls tighter as they swell from the finger and tongue fucking. Licking your thighs.

You turn you head with a whip of your hair.

“I did say I would suck your cock.” Your words almost soft and caring. but dirty at the same time. You gasp as you say “cock” due to me ramming in harder with my fingers. I hold them in you and grind as I stand. My chin still shiny from your sweetness.

Standing behind you and letting them slide out and you turn as if on cue. Looking at me and you pull your top off before you do anything to get me to react. Eye fucking you as soon as I see you totally naked there for me and your hands undo my jeans as you smile right at me. Your lips so wet and sweet. I feel your hand around my cock and pulling at it with a hard yank. Making it come out just for you.

You drop slowly and make sure you squat there at my feet. Knees wide and cunt showing as you close your eyes and swallow me whole. I gasp as I feel your lips and mouth bob up and down hard and quick. The instant rush and instinct to cum held back with great effort as I watch you.

Hands in your hair just holding on. Feeling you take control of my cock and want it. Working it harder and harder. Hand stroking it as you pull back and just suck around my head. I hold so very still not wanting to shoot now. Holding my breath as I watch. Holding back to make it last. The fear in me of not getting this again. Of not fucking you again is making me crazy.

I pull back and out from your hungry mouth and making you stand with a hair tug. Letting my jeans drop. Kissing you hard and letting our sex mix with the kiss. Hands feeling your skin exposed. Hands to your ass. Lifting you and pushing your back against the wall. You rise up a little as you hold your hands onto my shoulders. Anticipating my head under you and I bite my lip as you lower onto me. I grunt and push up not able to wait even a second more. Pushing harder and letting you fall back onto me. Kissing, biting and panting mixed between us. Your legs wrapping around me hard as I push you against the wall harder and harder. Your hand on the back of my head and kissing me back. Lips pressing against mine.

You pant “say slut”

My words almost lost as I gasp. “what…?” I don’t stop fucking you harder and harder. Pushing up against you and keeping you on the wall.

“Call me a slut. Please daddy.”

I ram up hard and grunt “Fucking slut!” pushing up again and again. Feeling your legs go tighter around me.

“Fuck me daddy!”

“Slut!”

“Fuck your slut, daddy!”

“Fucking little tease! Take my cock! Take it!”

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Feeling you go tight around me. I tremble as I hold my cock deep between your swollen Walls shooting deep inside you. Moaning as I release and then I feel you shake. Your nails dig deep into my back and shoulders.

I hold us there. Kissing your neck. Whispering. “I think it’s time you came home, baby. Home to be with me.”

Your response is soft, sweet and loving “Yes, Daddy”.

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