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Well it was my very first night at a strip club. The girls were not very impressive and I was getting ready to leave with the guy who had brought me when suddenly the music became more up beat and SHE came on stage. She wasn’t like the other girls this woman could move. And her body was perfect. I watched her as she went through her routines. My excitement growing with each song ….God! I couldn’t wait to see all of her gorgeous body. She had these perky little breasts with hard little pink nipples just begging to be sucked and legs that went on and on finally stopping at her neatly trimmed pussy. Unlike the other girls she had shaved her hair into a rectangle around the lips.

She started moving and I just had to sit there and watch I finally understood why men come to these places and just sit there all gaga over some girl that they probably have no chance with unless they were paying. I was willing t o pay just to Bakırköy travesti go down on her even if she wasn’t into bi-sex. After she did her little number my date paid her to give him a private dance. I didn’t want one for myself. I was just to aroused if she came close enough to me I was sure that she would be able to smell the juice from my cunt. As it was just seeing her in action close up had me playing with myself under the table.

After her dance I told my date that we had to leave right away. He wanted to stay. Men who argue with me when I am horny rarely ever win. So to let him know why I wanted to leave so bad I simply passed my fingers which I had been using on myself under his nose. Once he smelt my cum on them he got up pretty fast. To get to where we had parked we needed to walk a few blocks. I was too horny for that I needed immediate satisfaction.

The strip club is between to Beylikdüzü travesti buildings there’s just enough room on one side for two people to walk down. You can guess what happened then. I dragged my date into the alley way no one could see us the alley doesn’t lead anywhere so no one would have any reason to come down it. When we got to about the middle of the alley I pushed my date against the wall and got down on my knees. If I couldn’t have the stripper’s pussy beneath my mouth his cock would have to replace it.

I love giving head. I really really love having a nice hard cut cock in my mouth. I don’t know which the bigger turn is on for me, giving head or getting fucked. Any way I went down on him for a good ten minutes I couldn’t get enough. Finally my pussy was just throbbing too much. I needed it filled right away with something thick and hard .did I mention that my date is a solid 9″ Bomonti travesti long and about three inches thick. It’s a monster.

I stood up faced the wall and bent over. I never wear panties so all he had to do was hike my skirt up and shove himself in. normally I need extra lube when I am with him but I was just so turned on and wet that he slipped right in. I was in the best position to be fucked HARD and fast the way I like it. He started driving in to me. Every time he pulled out and thrusted back in I would gasp. I mean all the air was being forced from my body by his monster cock it hurt a bit but aahhh the pleasure.

In no time at all I was coming. Then I wanted him in my mouth again. I have really huge tits and they are very sensitive .I pushed him back up against the wall and placed his cock between my tits he grab hold of my tits keeping them wrapped around his cock and slowly started pumping away while I sucked on his nice fat knob. He was squeezing my tits which had me coming again in no time. This time he came too. Well after a brief breather we made our way back to the car then to his place where we fucked all night. The next day it hurt to sit down but what a fucking night.

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The Game Continues

Mags was already at the table when the rest of the sisterhood arrived. The wine was ready, the snacks were on the table and at each place a thumb drive lay waiting. Mags had her tablet on the table, ready as well. When everyone was present and they had all poured a glass of wine she pressed the play button on the tablet.

They watched the video of Mags setting up her apartment. She had positioned the camera just below the television looking directly at her couch. A knock on the door was heard and Mags turned, smiling, to disappear into the entry way. They watched as Mags and a man a bit older than herself came in and sat on the couch. The popcorn and snacks were there. They watched as Mags took the remote and started the movie.

Mags touched the tablet and fast forwarded through a good portion of the video until everyone was watching Mags and the unknown man engaged in some serious petting.

Mags was laying across his lap and he had his hand under her skirt.

Mags fast forwarded again and when she stopped everyone could see that Mags was sitting on the man’s lap with her back to his front, watching the video on the TV above the vantage point of the camera. Her dress was gone as was her bra. The man was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. They were both watching the movie intently. The mans hand slid around Mag’s waist and began to fondle her breast.

Mags fast forwarded again. This time the video was a bit dim. Mags explained that the movie had ended and the TV screen was dark. The only light in the room was a small lamp elsewhere in the room. It was plain to see that Mags was laying on the couch on her back. One leg was laying over the back of the couch and the other was hanging off the edge of the cushion resting on the floor. She was nude. Between her legs the man knelt stroking his cock. The four women watched open mouthed as he leaned forward and slipped his cock into Mags. She let the video run for a few more second and then stopped it.

“You can all watch the rest of the nasty details later. Suffice it to say we had a most excellent evening after the movie.”

They sat speechless. Again, it was Rachel who spoke first.

“That was about the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

Mags laughed.

“Then you haven’t seen very much Rachel.”

They all laughed and got down to their usual girl talk, chatter and gossip. The evening wore on and they decided that another bottle was in order. As they approached the bottom of their second bottle Mags turned the tablet.

“Rachel, your turn.”

Rachel was biting her lip as she reached for the button. She pressed it and the number came up; “33”. She breathed a sigh of relief. A low number hopefully meant something not to intense.

April handed her the book and Rachel turned the first few pages then read.

“Take your partner shopping. Men find your partner something sexy and risqué in the lingerie section. Take her home and have her model if for you. Women, drag your partner to the lingerie section and pick a risqué and erotic piece of lingerie. Make it something you would never normally buy. Take it home and model it for your partner.”

She looked up, an expression of utter terror on her face.

“Steve has never set foot in a lingerie section in his life. I may have to hog tie him to get him to go!”

They all laughed

On the drive home Rachel was already thinking. Just getting her husband to go shopping with her was a challenge. To get him to go into the lingerie section would take a miracle. She would have to devise something clever. That was her first big challenge. The second was getting him to videotape. She finally thought she had a plan. That evening as they were eating dinner she made her first move.

“Baby, I need your help.”

“What you need?”

“I sort of made a bet with the other girls in the sisterhood.”

He looked up from his dinner and cocked his head to one side. He was aware of her friends and their ongoing friendship. He knew the nature of the sisterhood, so having to deal with some of the stranger requests was not that out of line.

“What kind of bet?”

“I need your help in picking out some lingerie.”

His eyes widened.

“Me? Why me?”

“We are having a little contest to see who can pick out the most outrageous lingerie and I have to wear it and make a video. I need you to help me pick it out and I need you to help me with the video”

“You have got to be kidding.”

“Nope. Will you help me pick it out?”

She could see that he was not to comfortable with the ideas.

“Please. It would mean a lot to me.”

He had a pained expression on his face but he nodded slightly.

“Ok. When?”

“We could go to the mall tonight!”

With a deep resigned sigh he answered.

“Might as well get it over with.”

After dinner she quickly cleared away and came into the living room. She found him on the couch. She stood looking Erenköy travesti down at him expectantly as he looked up at her.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

At the mall, he followed her around dutifully, if a bit hesitantly, as she led him from department store to department store and though the lingerie departments. She looked but really didn’t find what she thought the book had meant. Finally, in a back corner of the mall down a small side corridor she found a shop. The sign said “Intimate Dreams” and from the lingerie on display in the window, it was just what she was looking for.

Inside a young woman met them at the door and pleasantly asked if they were looking for anything special. Rachel talked to her a moment. She explained that she was looking for something erotic, risqué and possibly even revealing. The young woman smiled and led them toward the very back of the store. There she showed Rachel several racks of lingerie most of which made Rachel blush. Rachel glanced at her husband and found him carefully studying one of the light fixtures overhead. His eyes were every where except on the racks and displays. She began to look through the items on the racks picking out several pieces. One was a baby doll with slits cut in the bra cups so that the bare nipples would show thru and came with a matching crotchless panty. The second was a black PVC bustier that had an undercut bust. It came with a pair of black fishnet stockings. The third piece was not much more than a piece of material that had a halter neck and then came down into a narrow band that went between the legs and connected to a thin piece of elastic at the waist. She looked at her hubby and then held each one up. She had to ask him for his response. He seemed to struggle to look at the items she was holding. She wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed, aroused or just so scared he couldn’t move.

She held the baby doll in front of her and turned to him. He looked at it and nodded stiffly.

“What do you think.”

“It’s very short. Why are there slits in the top?”

“So the nipples show through.”

His eye brows went up but that was about all the reaction she got.

She next held up the bustier. This time she noticed that he looked at it intensely.

“No bra?”

“No.”

“And the stockings?”

“Yes”

She could see him eyeing the piece and then looking at her and then looking back. She also noticed a definite change in the way his trousers hung.

She held up the third one and got much the same reaction as the first one.

She held the second up to her again and turned to look at him. She watched his reaction and smiled when she saw his eyes. She hadn’t seen that look on his face in years. She turned to the young woman and handed the lingerie to her

“I’ll take it!”

The young woman smiled knowingly and went to the cashier stand. Rachel made her purchase and with her hubby in tow they headed home. Once there she went immediately to the bedroom and began to change. Even though she was carrying a bit of extra weight, it was a positive. Her breasts were bigger and fuller. The small amount of tummy she had seemed to disappear when the bustier was laced up. She pulled on the fishnet stockings and, on a whim, dug through the closet and found a pair of black high heels she hadn’t worn in years. She stepped into them and then stood, a bit shakily at first, but was soon walking comfortably. She stepped back into the closet and called her husband.

“STEVE! Can you come help me for a minute?”

“Sure, be right there”

She heard him come into the bedroom and then stop trying to find from where she had called.

“My phone is on the dresser. Get it and start the video and I will come out.”

“Ok. Just a minute. Got it. Ready!”

She stepped from the closet and leaned provocatively against the door frame and smiled at him. The look on his face was priceless. His mouth opened and closed and no sound came out. She stepped away from the door frame and spread her legs wide and ran her hands over her exposed breasts and down to her exposed crotch. She had no idea what made her do such a thing except that the way he was reacting was too much fun. She then walked toward him, exaggerating the sway of her hips and causing her breasts to sway back and forth as well. She didn’t stop until her breasts were rubbing against his shirt. She took the phone and carefully propped it up against the lamp on the bedside table, making sure it was pointing at them. She made a point to bend at the waist with her bare ass pointed toward him. As she positioned the camera she spoke to him.

“Do you like this outfit.”

He nodded, apparently still unable to speak. Turning back, she walked back to him and put her hands on his chest looking into his eyes.

“What would you like to do?”

He stammered and then finally found his voice”

“I want to turn you around and bend you over and take you from behind!”

It Beşiktaş travesti was her turn for her eyes to fly open. His usual choice was the standard missionary position and then right to sleep when he was done. She had never heard him even mention anything different much less what he has just proposed. Even so, she would never know what caused her to do what she did next. She smiled, turned to face away from him and pulled the armchair toward her, bent over the back and spread her legs. She looked at him over her shoulder.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Without hesitation, Steve leapt forward. He didn’t bother to take off his clothes, simply unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free, already hard. Rachel gasped as she saw him She could not remember him ever acting like this. She saw the glint of precum on his cock. Before she could react, she felt the head of his cock slip between her labia. His hands grabbed her waist.

“Oh God! Steve!”

His reply was a grunt and a sudden forward thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into her. She had never experienced anything even remotely like what she was feeling now. Instead of the slow easy sex she was used to from Steve, this time he was abrupt, even rough. He grasped the arms of the chair, arching her back and closing her eyes.

“oh. OH! OOHHHH . . . God. . . FUCK ME. . . STEVE. . . FUCK ME. . . . . HARDER!! DO IT HARDER!!”

She heard herself and her eyes flew open.

Where had that come from. She had never reacted like that.

Steve’s reaction to her was to reach up and grab a handful of her hair and pull pack, As she arched her back, her head tilted back and his cock pistoning in and out of her, she realized that she was facing the full length mirror next to the closet door. She could see herself. He face flush eyes shining. Her mouth was open panting. Her whole body bounced each time Steve slammed deep into her making her tits bounce and jiggle obscenely. She could see Steve’s face. It was marked with an intensity she had never seen. His eyes gleamed and an evil grin creased his face. Just watching turned her on more and she began to thrust back to meet him.

Steve was aware of the mirror as well. He was enthralled watching Rachels face. Hearing her urging him to fuck her harder was surprising and arousing. Her breasts, swinging and bouncing beneath her caused him to groan and then he felt her ram her hips back towards him. It was all that was needed. He pulled her back by the hair and her waist. Grinding his cock inside her, his hips began to twitch and then jerk almost uncontrollably as he experienced the most intense orgasm he had ever known. Spurt after spurt of his semen jetted deep into her and when he felt the last spasm from his cock, he leaned over her.

He had been unaware, wrapped up in his own orgasm, that the first splash of cum against her cervix had ignited a raging orgasm of her own. Trapped beneath him, she could only shudder and convulse over and over as multiple waves of orgiastic pleasure washed through her body. When she realized that he was not moving, she reached a hand behind her and stroked his thigh. She felt him shiver slightly and then pull her up by her hair and turn her to face him. His lips came to hers and his arms tightened about her. She melted. She was lost. She had no concept of time, only realizing later that he had carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her down and stretched out, cradling her in his arms before he drifted off to sleep. She lay awake for some time. As much as she had enjoyed what had happened, she was confused and not a little concerned at the changes that had overtaken both of them since this game had started. She felt him stir and his hand came up cupping her breast. Just his touch caused her to react, tensing as her pussy twitched.

Well. I guess what ever is happening will be ok. At least it is enjoyable!

Two weeks later Rachel came into the winery and found that she was the second one there. Mags was sitting in her usual place and immediately asked Rachel about her task. Rachel smiled coyly.

“You will have to wait until everyone is here.”

Mags chuckled. That answer alone told her enough.

When everyone was present and they had their first glass of wine, they turned to her expectantly. She pulled a small bag from her purse and distributed the thumb drives. Mags immediately plugged it into her tablet and pressed play. They crowded around Mags chair to watch. Rachel reached over and pressed the stop button after they heard his comments.

Mags looked at her approvingly.

“Rachel I didn’t think you had it in you. “

Everyone else echoed the sentiment. Then April asked about the sex afterward.

“It was fantastic and it has been that way since. He has asked me to put that outfit on two more times and the reaction is always the same.”

Ariel spoke next, her eyes looking at the frozen image on the screen.

“Did you Avcılar travesti leave the video running.”

Rachel dropped her eyes and murmured quietly.

“Yes.”

The conversation continued on in that vein and gradually shifted back to their normal topics for the rest of the evening. The wine bottles were empty when Mags set the tablet back on the table.

“Ariel, you’re up.”

Ariel reached and touched the button without hesitation. Her free spirit and lack of inhibitions were apparent. The number finally came up. “28.”

April had the book ready and handed it to her. Ariel quickly found the page.

“Feed your sexual appetite. Gather up a variety of fruits, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, caramel, etc. Let your mind run free in your refrigerator and remember that anything can be sexy if you use it right. Invite your partner to a picnic on the floor of your living room. Spread plastic over the carpet, get your partner naked and discover how to create a recipe for arousal!”

Ariel grinned.

“This one is easy. I’ve already done something similar.”

The others looked at her in awe as they all got ready to leave.

Next month came quickly and they gathered again at the winery. Ariel distributed the thumb drives and Mags plugged it into the tablet. Within seconds the screen filled. They watched enthralled as Ariel laid out the picnic on her living room floor as instructed. She had a multitude of items from grapes to cucumbers, huge squash, chocolate sauce and even licorice whips. She also kept up a running commentary as she laid it all out. When the doorbell rang, she left and soon returned with her current boyfriend. He looked at everything laid out in a circle on the perimeter of the plastic. She leaned up and said something in his ear and he grinned broadly. In just a few moments they were both naked. The women watched for a while as the two began by spraying whipped cream on each other taking turns licking it off. Ariel stopped the video and looked up.

“Does that satisfy the requirements?”

Everyone agreed that it did. Ellen asked about the licorice whips and Ariel just smiled reaching over and fast forwarding the video and then pressing play.

Everyone turned to watch again. The plastic was now a total disaster. The remains of food were scattered. It looked like some of it had been mashed. The two figures were laughing and rolling around in the mess, both covered with the remains of whipped cream, chocolate, mashed fruit and other assorted vegetables. As the women watched on the video, the man pulled Ariel onto her stomach and squatted on top of her shoulder, pinning her to ground, facing her now upturned rear end. They saw him look around and then reach for a large dark green squash. Ariel saw what he was looking for and guessed his intentions. She squealed but raised her hips and opened her legs. The man slathered the huge vegetable in what looked like olive oil and then began to work it into Ariel’s pussy. The women heard her groan on the video and watched wide eyes as the huge vegetable slowly disappeared inside her. Her boyfriend then began to move it in and out, fucking her slowly and deeply.

“What about the licorice whips?”

“Just watch.”

This went on for several minutes. They saw Ariel laying splayed out under her boyfriend. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. The next instant, her boy friend had a handful of the long thick licorice whips in his hand and he brought them down hard across her ass cheek. Ariel screeched and nearly bucked her boyfriend off her back. He steadied himself and began to rain blow after blow on her ass with the candy whips. With each blow some of them broke and scattered around the room. He continued until the only thing he held were a handful of broken ends. Ariel’s ass was a bright red which stood out in striking contrast to the dark green squash still embedded in her pussy. Ariel pushed the stop button and leaned back into the couch with a smirk on her face.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Jesus Christ Ariel, how long did all that go on?”

“A couple of more hours. Harry has a lot of stamina. He is a marathon runner you know.”

Mags cackled. That broke the tension and the wine began to flow. They spent the rest of the evening discussing their usual and then, when the time came, the tablet was again on the table.

“Ellen. It’s your turn.”

She reached over, touched the button and watched. Presently the number flashed. 174″

She winced. A high number. That could be trouble.

April handed her the book.

It took her a minute to find the correct page before she began to read.

“Is your car a virgin? If it is, then it is time to pop its cherry. If it isn’t, then it’s time to remember what it’s like in the backseat of a car with a twist on the old dark backseat in the back row of the drive-in theatre. This time you must do it at lunch in the parking lot of a shopping center, parked as near to the entrance as possible.”

Ellen gasped. Everyone else groaned. This was the first one they had seen that required one of them to risk being seen in public. Each of them wondered whether Ellen would renege on the game. To their delight she took a deep breath.

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THE SORORITY SISTERS, Crème No.1 — A fantasy for Susan

Introduction:

Crème came to me a month ago, a shy, timid girl who wanted to spread her wings. We chatted and got acquainted, and she told me about her limited sexual experience and mild fantasies. To learn more and perhaps break her out of her reticence, I asked her to write an erotic fantasy story for me.

The rules were simple. Write about anything that comes into your head. Do not censor what comes to you, just write it down. No editing, no filtering. Just write. And when it is done — and you will know when it is done — send it to me.

After a short delay she came back with a single question, “Mistress, may I put you in the story?” The answer, of course, was yes; there can be no limitations placed on this type of creative writing; anything goes.

This, with a little editing for grammar, paragraph formation, and image adjustment, is what Crème sent to me.

Susan James

********

Susan,

Here it is…my fantasy tale assignment for you. I am ashamed by parts of it, but you asked me to send you what came out of my mind, without editing. And I have. I hope you don’t think badly about me….

I am standing in a dark room. I don’t know how I got here. I am a bit frightened. I call out, “Is anyone here? Hello, can anybody hear me?”

Silence, followed by more silence. I call out again…….nothing. The only sound I can hear is my heart beating like crazy. I continue waiting……I would leave but I don’t know which way to go. Finally, after several minutes I hear a door opening. The lights in the room come on and in walks a large Black man. He is wearing a black hood over his head with openings cut out for his eyes, nose and mouth. He is wearing black leggings and no shirt. This man is absolutely huge.

Standing beside him is a strange, ugly man. At least I think it is a man. He is only about five feet tall and very hairy. He looks like some kind of large dwarf with a hunchback stance. The hair on his head looks dirty and disheveled, hanging down to his shoulders. It is a dirty blond color as is all the hair almost covering his misshapen body. In the dim light his eyes seem to glow — an intense bright blue that look startling in this weird “person.” He is naked except for a broad leather collar. A leash leads from the collar to the Black man’s hand.

The Black man drops the leash and says to his companion, “Stay here, Yellow.” His voice is as deep as his skin is dark. He walks away from the obedient Yellow, and comes toward me. He stops about three feet in front of me. I am scared.

He says, “Take your clothes off.” I do nothing. I stand there mesmerized……shaking.

He says in a slightly louder voice, “I said take your clothes off…..now.”

I am terrified. I can tell this man is serious now. I am afraid of the consequences if I disobey him. I begin removing my clothes and dropping them on the floor. Soon I am naked…..stark raving naked. I can feel myself trembling.

The man then says, “Follow me.” I know I must do as he says.

He leads me out of the room and we begin walking down a long hallway until we stop at another door. He opens this door and lets me walk into the room first. Then he follows me in and closes the door behind us.

This room is dark except for a single light bulb hanging from a cord in the middle of the room. He hits a button on the wall and I watch two chains slowly descend from the ceiling. There is a large ring fastened to the end of each chain. The Black man leads me over to stand underneath the light and the rings hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he removes two sets of hand cuffs from his pocket. He then attaches a handcuff to each of my wrists and then attaches the other end to one of the rings. He returns to the button on the wall and he raises the chain until my arms are stretched out straight up in the air. I think I detect a cruel smile on the Black man’s face right before he turns and leaves.

The room is silent again and I am even more terrified than before. What is this all about? How did I get here? All I have is questions………questions without answers.

After about five minutes I think I can hear a sound. It is slowly getting louder. It’s getting closer. It is a familiar sound……it sounds like high heels walking on a hard floor. The door opens and someone enters the room but I cannot see who it is. The person begins to move toward me and eventually enters the limited area of light in this room. It is you Susan!

My eyes are as big as saucers as I take in your appearance. You are wearing a very sheer white flowing gown of some sort that almost reaches the floor. There are very long slits running up each side of the gown. Because the gown is so sheer I can easily see what you are wearing underneath. You have on a beautiful white bustier with garters. Attached to the garters are sheer white stockings. A tiny pair of delicate white panties completes your ensemble. Susan, I Ataköy travesti have never seen you more beautiful, more sexy. The white lingerie against your bronze-tanned skin is incredibly sensual.

You walk right up to me and grab my face and then your mouth is on mine and your tongue plunges into my mouth as you begin passionately kissing me. After an extended kiss you break off and move your face back from mine a few inches. I am trying to catch my breath when I hear you say, “Do you know the importance of obeying me.”

Like a fool I stumble over my response as I say, “I don’t know what you mean……well yes, I think so.” I can tell that you are not pleased with my answer.

Then you say, “I don’t like your uncertainty. I think you need a reminder lesson.” You raise your hand and ask me, “Do you know what this is Creme?” I reply, “Yes Susan, it is a whip.”

You reply, “Well, to be more precise, it’s called a riding crop.” Then you add, “Do you know what this is used for, Crème?”

I slowly shake my head No. You lower your hand and slowly draw the riding crop up one side of my inner thighs and then the other. Then you slowly draw the crop between my pussy slips moving it in an agonizingly slow manner.

Then you say, “This is used to make sure young girls like you know fully well how important and necessary it is to obey me.”

You turn and begin to walk around to stand behind me. It is so silent that I could have heard a pin drop. I am doing everything I can to slow my racing heart but without success. There is a long moment of silence. Then I hear a strange unfamiliar sound ………a swishing sound……and then a second later I feel the stinging pain of the crop smacking the cheek of my ass. I lunge forward at the same time that I scream out in shock and pain. This is immediately followed by another blow from the riding crop on my other ass cheek. The blows continue to fall on my ass in rapid succession.

After several minutes of this relentless whipping I am now intimately familiar with the swishing sound. I am sobbing from the pain now and I imagine that my ass is bright red from the marks caused by the beating.

You move back in front of me and trace all around my breasts with the tip of the riding crop. You begin roughly flipping the tip back and forth against my nipples. Then you reach down and again draw the entire length of the crop through the lips of my pussy. You notice that the crop is wet with my juices.

You kiss me deeply again and then look into my eyes as you say, “Do you know now how important it is to obey me?”

I literally exhale my answer, “Yesssss.” I notice you smile at me. I am content for the moment at least knowing that I have pleased you. I watch you walk over to the wall and hit the button to lower my arms. Then you walk back to me and begin fastening a collar around my neck. You attach one end of a leash to a ring on the collar. Finally you remove my wrists from the handcuffs. You pull the end of the leash and say, “Come with me.”

You take me down the hallway to another room. This one is much different from the rooms I have been in so far this night. It is nicely decorated with a huge, four-poster, canopied bed in the middle of the room. Soft lighting is provided by a lamp on the nightstand.

We enter the room and you close the door and walk over to the side of the bed. I follow closely behind you as you have me on a short leash. Once we reach the bed you turn and look at me intently. Then you pull the leash downward sharply and my head jerks quickly in response. I know the signal and drop to my knees in front of you. You begin to sway gently back and forth as you grasp the edge of your long white gown and begin to move it back and forth. Each movement of your gown gives me a peek at the enticing treasure that lies hidden on the other side. It is obvious now what both of us want. You grasp more of the sheer material and raise it just enough for me to have a clear view of your crotch. “Take my panties off now, Crème,” you say.

My hands are trembling as I reach up to grab the edge of this wisp of silky material and begin to slowly draw it down your firm thighs. I feel as if I have been hypnotized as I lovingly stare at your bare pussy as it comes into view.

I continue to slide your panties down your legs and off your feet as I look intently at your beautiful cunt. You tighten your hold on the leash as you draw my face towards your pussy.

I can smell you, Susan. I want to bury my tongue inside you……we both know it……and within seconds that is exactly what I am doing. My tongue is moving through every inch…..every fold of your pussy as it gathers up your sweet juices to pull back inside my mouth. My tongue now moves to your clitoris and our instruments of love begin to dance together. I am lost in sensual ecstasy now……I never want this experience to end……but suddenly you jerk the leash and pull my face away from your pussy. I am dazed and confused.

I Bahçelievler travesti look up at you and you give me this look that seems to say…..be patient my love. You turn around and present your ass to me. You lean forward against the edge of the bed with your ass slightly raised and pushed out. God Susan, your ass is exquisite…..perfectly shaped. I am even more turned on now than I was a few minutes ago when I was eating your pussy. I can see that perfect rosebud of yours right above your cunt lips. I can’t decide what I want more……I want all of you! You pull the leash forward and bring my face up against your beautiful ass.

I begin kissing your cheeks…..worshipping this beautiful part of your anatomy. My tongue makes its initial contact with your rosebud and I succumb to my lusty desires. I begin pushing my tongue deeper into your ass, and I taste for the first time the tangy flavor of your dark, secret self. I feel like I am about to experience my own little orgasm from the pleasure I am receiving by fucking your ass with my tongue. Just when I think both of us are approaching the pinnacle of desire you pull my face away from pleasuring you.

I am stunned…….disappointed. I am hungry with desire for you. Of course, you know that even better than I. You have steadily worked me up to this point. I don’t know where any of this is heading. I don’t understand any of this madness.

You move to get on the bed and gently pull on the leash to have me follow you. You begin to place soft kisses all around my face. It feels so gentle……so loving. I feel like I am floating on a cloud with the sensual sensations I feel from your kisses. You begin to whisper as you kiss me.

“Crème, it’s not fair that just you and I enjoy all this immense pleasure. There is someone else we need to think about. It’s the right thing to do…..to be thoughtful……to be considerate of the needs and desires of others…..Don’t you agree, my little one?”

You can tell by the look on my face that I am clueless and totally confused by what you are saying. Again, you repeat the coments……trying to massage these thoughts into my inner brain. I am still unsure what is going on here but I don’t say anything. Then you tell me to wait right here and you slowly get off the bed and walk over to a door. I hear you open it and leave the room.

I am puzzled by what is happening. I just want you to come back……I want to continue eating your pussy…..I want to bury my tongue in your beautiful ass. I just want you Susan. I don’t understand why any of this is happening. Then I think about the image of the large Black man. I start to panic. I think that can’t be who you have gone to get….NO, it can’t be….. NO… please, no. But it’s worse than that….much worse.

Soon I hear you reenter the room, but I also hear the patter of bare feet. I hear other sounds that I should recognize but my brain is not working very well right now. I hear you close the door. I hear these motions…. light, padding footsteps approach the bed. I look up to see you holding the leash of the yellow haired person. Your hand is close to the collar. My brain is completely turned off at this point. I am totally and utterly confused.

You say, “Creme, this is my friend, Yellow.”

I say, “Susan, what is going on? What is this all about?”

You turn and sternly tell Yellow to stop and he promptly obeys you. He is panting and seems a little agitated. You get back on the bed and begin kissing me again. You are softly whispering to me, “Creme, remember I told you that it’s not fair for only us to be experiencing all this pleasure. We have to think about the needs of others”

You begin to position me in the middle of the bed……on my hands and knees. Suddenly the horror of what you have in mind leaps into my brain. I am shocked……horrified beyond belief. I cry out, “Susan, you can’t possibly be thinking…….”

You softly say, “Ssssshhhhh, Creme.”

I begin to cry. I start to whimper my protest, “Susan, no…….this can’t be……this is wrong……..so wrong.”

You begin to caress me and run your fingers through my hair. You tell me, “Creme, don’t think about things that way. Be open minded. Be kind…..be considerate of others……Yellow has needs too. He wants you to satisfy those needs.”

I continue crying. I am shaking my head slowly back and forth. But you continue caressing and comforting me. You continue kissing me…… whispering into my ear, “Creme, Yellow understands your needs too……he will take good care of you. Remember what I said earlier about how important it is to obey me.”

I feel you reach your hand down and touch my pussy. Then you say, “See how wet you are Creme.”

You continue whispering in my ear until you sense that I have regained control of my emotions. Then you pat the bed several times and say, “Come on Yellow, up here.”

I can feel Yellow moving around on the bed. I can hear Bahçeşehir travesti him breathing. He seems more agitated now. My entire body is trembling. I have lost the ability to process any information in my brain. I am not sure what is happening or what is supposed to happen next. Then I feel your fingers parting my pussy lips and you push against my inner thighs indicating you want me to spread my legs out wider. I do as you want. Then I feel your fingers being removed from inside my pussy. I hear the distinct sounds of licking and I know that Yellow is now licking your fingers clean of my juices. Then I hear you say, “It’s ok Yellow….it’s ok…..go ahead.”

I feel Yellow’s breath on my pussy lips and I shudder and instinctively move forward to avoid the contact. You place your hand on my hip and say, “Be still Creme.”

Yellow’s nose brushes against my pussy. Then I feel his long wet tongue take a swipe at the length of my pussy. I gasp out loud at this sudden sensation. Yellow’s tongue again traces the entire length of my pussy, first up and down, and then back and forth more times than I can count. Somewhere deep inside I know that this is very wrong and I should try to stop it, but I am powerless to do anything. The strange being that is Yellow continues probing my entire pussy. I have never felt anything so incredible in my life, and I am completely ashamed to admit how good it feels. Yellow’s tongue is reaching areas deep inside my pussy that have never been touched by a human tongue before, if you can call this strange creature human.

I can feel you moving on the bed now toward my head which is down flush against the bedspread. I raise my head slightly and am greeted by one of the most erotic images I have ever seen.

You are sitting in front of me now with your beautiful thighs spread wide. You are slowly inching your pussy towards my waiting mouth. I am delirious with lust now caused both by Yellow’s incessant licking and probing of my pussy with his large tongue and the sudden appearance of your gorgeous pussy. I begin feasting on your cunt with reckless abandon. Somehow the joy I am experiencing eating your pussy and the glorious sensations in my pussy are convincing me that everything else that is happening is somehow sane.

Suddenly, Yellow stops tonguing me. I can feel him shifting around on the bed and then suddenly I feel him climb up onto my back….his legs pressing against the outside of my thighs. I am horrified at this development but have no strength to fight this large hideous creature Your hands are holding my head tight against your pussy making sure I continue pleasuring you and that is what I do ……gladly. I can feel Yellow start to wildly thrust his haunches against me, seemingly without any purpose. I can feel his long hard penis grazing back and forth on the inside of one of my thighs and then the other. Then I feel it touch my lower belly as he continues his wild thrusting. Yellow growls a couple of times and it is apparent that his excitement and frustration is increasing by the second.

You realize what is happening now and you place your hand on my forehead and push my face away from your wet pussy momentarily, denying me my pleasure. I look up at you, upset at this development. Then I hear you say, “You are going to have to help him enter you.”

I slowly process what you have just said to me. I have no idea what my brain comprehends anymore. I seem to be floating in another world. I hear another loud growl……I feel this hard object sliding rapidly back and forth between my thighs….bouncing off my stomach. I can smell your pussy……your extreme level of arousal. I want to get my tongue back inside you but I feel the palm of your hand pressed against my forehead. There are a thousand images rushing through my brain. I want to scream out at the top of my lungs….Help!!!!! But instead I reach down between my thighs……..trying to find it……trying to channel its energy……trying to direct it toward its target.

I am afraid to grasp this wet, warm erection. Instead, I try to guide it with the palm of my hand…..closer…….closer. Then it happens! Every ounce of air in my lungs comes rushing out as Yellow lunges forward with a powerful thrust burying the entire length of his penis inside me. Yellow yelps as he instantly recognizes his goal has been achieved.

Susan, you are also in tune with this sudden turn of events and you bring my mouth back to the opening of your vagina. I find this comforting as I once again begin devouring your pussy…….looking for that thicker white cum that I know is hidden inside. Yellow has begun to fuck me with reckless abandon. His penis is like a jack hammer……thrusting in and out at an incredible rate. The three of us are rapidly building to some type of amazing crescendo. There is no letup in this feverish activity as Yellow continues to wildly fuck me. I have lost track of the number of times I have already come. Then I feel his penis begin to swell up inside me and seconds later I can feel it ejaculate deep inside me. It literally feels like a water cannon exploding inside me. I come again as I feel Yellow slow his steady thrusts as he pumps into me a few more times and then one final thrust as he impales me with his penis.

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I walked by the small shop every week returning from class. My eyes were always drawn to the windows, filled with delicate lace, satin, cotton and silk lingerie.

Exotic looking women would frequent the shop. Men would walk by, looking out of the corner of their eyes, with a guilty almost furtive glance. As if they were doing something bad, dirty or evil.

The women would walk in confident, assured. All the things I felt I wasn’t.

Teaching aerobics at ‘For Women Only’ twice a week helped my credit balance while I finished college. Female executives, pampered wives, anyone who could afford the exclusive membership rates and wanted both the individualized training as well as the privacy afforded by the no-males rule were welcome.

The neighborhood was one I dreamed of someday being able to afford. For now, I settled for window shopping as I walked the several blocks to my bus stop.

As the November wind ripped across my face, my hair felt as brittle as ice, still wet from my shower. I slowed as I passed, my eyes drawn to a lavender and black teddy next to a Lycra and Motif chemise on the display figures.

I only wore practical cotton, but a woman can dream.

Then I noticed an antique Russian Samovar, with steam rising, I slowed, and then stopped to look in. Porcelain China tea sets were displayed, laid out on a small table, with several comfortable looking chairs.

I read a sign: ‘Please accept a cup of Hot Tea.’

Another icy breeze surrounded me and slid down my back, chilling me. Before I realized exactly what I was doing, I had stepped into the shop. A small alcove with a stained-glass door closed off the entrance from the outside world.

Pushing open the inner door to a soft chime, I was struck by the warmth and the subtle scents that drew me forward.

The shop was infinitely feminine …sensual. Soft exotic music played, fragrances danced through the air with each breath, fabric enticed me to touch. Colors attracted my eyes, the tea promised a warm delicious taste. Temptation, for all five senses.

My legs moved forward without conscious thought. I found my hand caressing a silk chemise, the light played across the wisp of fabric as my fingers tingled in sensual pleasure.

Perfume bottles in beautiful crystal decanters drew me. I lifted each, enjoying the beautiful design of the glass, some were lead crystal, others fragile winsome shapes. Picking up a diamond shape I saw myself reflected dozens- hundreds of times.

They tugged at my emotions, at my life and made me feel eminently female.

Unable to resist I lifted one stopper and inhaled. I could almost see dark, candle-lit movement seen through flowing silk. An ancient oriental feeling of damask and silk flowing against my skin.

Lifting another I closed my eyes and sampled the scent. Instantly visions of women dancing barefoot to distant drums filled my mind. A dark pulsing primal tempo. My heart tried to match that rhythm. African I thought.

Replacing the top, I lifted another in a dark swirled glass that looked like midnight clouds hiding a full moon. As my eyes closed, the scent swirled out to surround me. I could picture, sense, a woman lying nude in a bed. The wet scent of sex filed the air, even as her sweat dried in a light breeze from the window her secret lover had just slipped through as he left.

I felt a surge deep within me, as nerves and muscles clenched. I felt like I was in that bed, sated. I staggered back a step. What was happening to me? I had never felt this way before. I was sexually active as the mood or the man moved me. Although, truth be told, I hadn’t been with a man in weeks …months? But this!

The scents had filled my mind, my body with these intense scenes I had never experienced before, or imagined. Each had been more intense, specific, not a dream, more a solid memory. How?

I wanted more.

Replacing that bottle, I lifted another.

It was a tiny spiral of glass. Like golden taffy it twisted up to form what could only be a unicorn horn.

Opening the top I was filled with the scent of sun. Lying on a beach, the sun played across my naked body with a deep soothing warmth. A soft warm breeze brought the cooling sounds of the Mediterranean Sea as waves slapped rhythmically against distant rocks.

I shook my head, clearing the scene. I took another quick involuntary step back, shaken. Each of the bottles had created such a vivid scene. Each, one I could see, feel, smell, taste, hear, each alive, real.

I swallowed. I knew all of them resided, waiting, in my memory, contained within each vial.

Each alive as if I had experienced, lived each personally, but I had never been there, I had never been anywhere… so how? What sort of magic was this?

A soft chime from behind me, made me quickly set the bottle down, and spin, my hands held behind my back as if I had been snitching cookies without permission and had been caught. I felt guilty, like I had been seen doing something evil, bad, dirty.

A woman stood and watched me Göztepe travesti from that doorway. Tall, blonde, with thick, wavy hair that fell to caress her shoulders. A faint hint of a smile twitched ripe full lips, accented by blood-red lipstick.

I glanced higher. I was dragged into those eyes. A strange blue, almost dark violet that showed humor, welcome and something more …dangerous, or perhaps a challenge that lurked deep inside those twinkling eyes.

I blinked and pulled away from her eyes to examined her. She was elegant, stunning!

A long grey cashmere coat hung open to reveal a tailored charcoal-grey suit. Clothing I knew from fashion magazines were name designer originals. A silk in her breast pocket perfectly matched the five-inch Italian spike heels that looked as soft a butter that just poked from the bottom of her loose pants. She was so damn beautiful. Enough to be a runway model or an actress, a countess, a classic beauty begging to be painted to photographed. Almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones …but something about her felt more predatory.

Intelligence and power surrounded her.

Clearly she belonged on the top corner floor of a high rise, with glass walls so she could survey her empire, a powerful Corporate CEO.

I blinked and swallowed, suddenly embarrassed in my old jeans, wet tennis shoes and the old leather bomber jacket I had swiped from my older brother, years ago.

Ducking my head, I began to slide past her trying to flee. I stopped as her hand touched my shoulder.

“Surely, you’re not going out into that awful weather.”

Yes, I am- wanting, needing to flee even as my mind added that old tag line, but don’t call me Shirley.

“At the least, before you …flee-” her smile told me she knew, understood that I felt like a frightened mouse cornered by a hungry cat. “-But not without a hot cup of tea first.” The soft warm voice carried a touch of accent, Eastern Europe or perhaps the Netherlands, Slavic? It made me lift my eyes. I felt a jolt as those dark eyes met mine. Somehow she had moved closer. Warm confidence flowed out to surround me, to draw me in. Her hand still touched my shoulder, as she held me in place. I felt like that hand burned right through my leather jacket to infuse my body with heat.

I felt those eyes examine me. Her eyes dropped to my feet, and then rose slowly, examining every inch of my body, my old worn clothing, until her eyes played across my face and then she met my eyes. Her lips moved into a deeper smile.

Those lips, especially the bottom looked so full, so delicious so … I blushed deep as the thought of catching that lip between my teeth flashed through my mind.

“Come.” She raised her hand from my shoulder to move across my cheek, as soft as a butterfly’s wing. I shivered.

“Join me, for a bit of warmth.” She moved forward to the Samovar, pulling me along behind her. I couldn’t have left; I was a lump of iron drawn to her magnet.

She removed her coat in one swift movement to drape it on a coat rack, then turned back to me. Her eye brows and shoulders lifted in inquiry. I unzipped the jacket, suddenly she was behind me.

I felt her hands slide across the nape of my neck. I shivered again as she gently pulled the jacket off me before she hung it up. I had never even seen her move. How…?

She had me seated and poured tea before I realized I was seated. I looked around, I wondered where the employees had gone to. How were we so alone?

“What would you like in your tea?”

“Just the tea, thank you.”

My fingers touched hers as she handed me the tea on the saucer. I quivered as a spark leapt between us; but she seemed not to notice as she turned away and stood to prepare her own cup.

I watched her from behind. The suit paints and jacket on anyone else would look masculine, it was almost a man’s suit, but perfect, feminine for her.

Sitting, she faced me with her tea as she crossed her legs. Raising the cup, she closed her eyes as she inhaled the steam.

I followed her example and lifted the cup, I inhaled.

The sound of Russian music seemed to play in the distance as the sharp, yet sweet scent filled me. My eyes closed and I sipped.

Warmth filled my mouth with a dark rich bark-like flavor and just a hint of cinnamon. I could almost see colorful Gypsy wagons forming a backdrop to the shadows of a roaring campfire as wild violin music played. I felt myself relax. It was delightful.

Another sip, I let it swirl around on my tongue. Flavors, deep, rich, earthy played across my tongue. I opened my eyes. Hers met mine.

I felt …unfinished?

I considered myself smart, self-sufficient, confident. Yet, as I met her eyes I felt like a little girl, no — more like someone, head hung down, as she entered the principal’s office. A very hot, sexy, confident female principal.

I looked down as I felt myself flush. I swallowed and then closed my eyes and took another sip of tea.

In a flash, I was being bent over a desk in that same Küçükyalı travesti principles office. I felt her lift my uniform skirt as she held a long thick ruler in her other hand. I was vibrating, anxious, as I waited for, no wanted that first blow. My breath caught, my heart raced, I became wet as she raised her hand and …I shook my head. Shocked at that vision.

I blinked as my awareness to the shop returned. I jerked my eyes up to meet hers. I read amusement in those eyes. Almost, as if she had shared that thought, that vision with me, and understood my desire. I glanced quickly down at her right hand, but no. No long thick wooden ruler was raised to swing hard against my- instead her delicate long fingered hand caressed the porcelain saucer. She stroked it back and forth, back and forth.

“How is your tea?” The deep voice danced around me, it surrounded me with warmth, with heat.

“It’s, um-” I cleared my throat, “It’s very good.” I could feel my heart pound. What the hell was wrong with me? I had never in my life had visions, was it drugs?

No, or not in the way I thought. And that woman? Never in my life had any women ever attracted me, I just wasn’t into other women, or hadn’t been. No man had ever drawn me so strongly to her — him -me. Shit! I blinked as I squirmed in my seat.

“So.” The word come out as a soft ‘Z’ sound, “Zo?”

“What are you searching for today?” She asked, her voice friendly, inviting. I must have looked confused as she quietly added, “shopping for?”

“Oh, um, …I wasn’t really shopping,” I rushed to explain. “I just was, well, window shopping, you know, just looking, wet, in a hurry, and it was so cold, but then I saw that tea, and it was so inviting and I thought that I …” I let my voice trail off, embarrassed. I sounded like an idiot. Like a little school girl. Again, in a flash I could feel a hand sliding my skirt up over my hips and…

“Ah, yes,” She interrupted my thoughts. “The shop is, inviting, warm. I know the …owner, and odd smile flashed for an instant and then was gone. “She created a place, a refuge if you will, for women from the cold outside world.” She smiled. Smiling at me she continued. “A place to enjoy freedom. To be feminine. To relish uniquely our own individual sex.” Her lips curved up into a smile. “I think she succeeded, don’t you?” One eyebrow rose in question.

I swallowed. “Yes. That was exactly what I thought as I walked in,” I agreed.

“Come, let us explore more.” She stood, reached out to take my tea cup, set it down and held out her hand. Long slender fingers, with an expensive French manicure.

I couldn’t help myself. I moved my own hand behind my back, embarrassed. I felt bad, my own nails were cut short, practical and occasionally chewed. I prayed they had no dirt under any of the nails.

She moved close, her tall body up tight against mine as she reached around me to take my wrist. She drew my hand out, and then placed her hand in mine.

Her hand felt warm, like a cup of hot chocolate cradled by numb fingers on a frigid winter day.

She drew me forward around a lace curtain, I was shocked at how the shop opened and stretched out. Obviously, it used almost the entire back portion of the block. Yet, it did not carry the sense of a large open space, but a series of private, intimate areas. A high wooden ceiling with fluted cornices, stained a rich redwood color with muted lighting felt welcoming. Then I walked across a forest, with tall majestic trees high above.

The displays looked like individualized vignettes, each designed around certain wares. Several almost matched my visions triggered by the perfume scents.

For just a moment, I was surprised no one else seemed to be in the store, then my eyes were caught by a series of busters’ and corsets as we approached one display. I had always been fascinated by the covers of Romance novels where the women could wear such clothes. They looked both confining and infinitely thrilling.

A black vinyl bustier with red lace drew me closer. No, not vinyl, as my fingers stroked the material, rather, real leather. Buttery soft, but rigid with stays. I wondered how a woman could breathe? No wonder they always walked so slowly and had the vapors. Taking a deep breath seemed impossible.

“Try it on.”

I jumped at the soft purr next to my ear. I had forgotten I wasn’t alone in my musings.

“I couldn’t,” still my hands caressed the leather.

“It is for trying on. For the experience.”

“But ….” Once more that hand closed on mine. I was drawn forward into a side room. I stopped.

This looked exactly like the dressing room of a fine Victorian Lady in one of my novels. Powders and combs rested on a Chippendale dressing table, the wood old yet perfectly preserved. The chair was more a comfortable padded stool. Three large mirrors game me a view of myself standing undecided while the woman stood next to me.

She held out the bustier.

“Um, …”

A clear high laugh filled the room. “You are shy! Avrupa yakası travesti How enchanting. I shall wait without.” She glided out of the room through hanging silk curtains.

I gulped and looked down at what I held. The curtains parted again as she walked back in and placed my tea refilled on the desk next to me. “Courage,” she whispered with a slight smile as she drifted out again.

What the hell would I wear with it? Hell, where in the world would I ever go or ever even have a reason to wear something like this? Confused I lifted the tea and sipped.

The room moved, not to spin, but somehow it shifted, and then refocused.

The light seemed more muted. I noticed the flickering of real flame in gas lamps providing light.

The curtain opened and my maid walked in, stopped and dropped a quick curtsy. Her high buttoned blue and white stripped gown, white cap and apron were clean and fresh pressed.

I turned to await her assistance. Oddly, instead of my clothing, I wore a strange dress. Why had I thought I was wearing thaws -pants, as men’s style called them. I shrugged as my dress and clothes were quickly removed. I blinked as an odd white device with cups and straps were removed from my chest. I felt normal again at its removal. Quickly she slid off my …panties?

“Mistress?” I shook my head, I sat and lifted one leg as she pulled the smooth hose up. The silk slid across my skin leaving a warm feeling of delight. I lifted my other leg as the second was added. A garter belt was attached. She knelt to clip it onto the silk.

Then she held the bustier low. I stepped into it. Slowly it was raised, we struggled it over my narrow hips, then higher. I took two deep breaths, then exhaled hard and held my breath. She tugged it higher until it touched and then lifted my breasts. Both nipples caught briefly, then it snapped up over them.

I quivered with the pleasure that contact caused. I could feel them lengthen as they became erect as my maid pulled and adjusted them, so they displayed just right.

I felt my maid move around behind me, I took a shallow breath, let it out, and she pulled hard, tightening the red strings to begin to chinch it tighter. A breath, exhale, tug. Each breath became more shallow it was tightened. Over and over. I could feel my insides squeezed even as my breasts were lifted. Then with a final pull which left me slightly light headed it was finished.

I glanced down at my perfect, socially acceptable waist, although both nipples had slipped out, hard and erect.

I lifted my tea to sip again, then my eyes rose to the mirrors. I was shaken at how wanton I looked, like a Fleet Street Whore, ready for a night full of customers and hard cocks.

Who was I, really, a young virginal girl or the whore, or -I looked up as the red silk curtains parted and a familiar elegant woman entered, and then simply watched me.

“I am Malika,” she said, head cocked to one side. I’ve had men look at me like that, had their eyes play across my body, slowly her gaze moved up and then down my body. But never with such …arrogance. I blushed as I realized my nipples and sex were exposed to her view.

My move to cover myself died under that gaze. Instead of embarrassment, I wished that I was wearing high spiked heels to better display myself. I smiled as I noticed what she carried. Six inch spikes exactly the color of the blood red ribbons that held me cinched tight.

I turned as she knelt next to me to gently touch behind one of my silk covered knees. She lifted my leg and then slid on one of the stiletto’s. It fit perfectly. My leg was slowly lowered, her fingers seemed to burn the skin under the silk, almost as if the silk would simply melt under the heat of her touch.

I lifted my other leg even as she helped me balance, so she could slip on the other heel.

I now stood half a foot taller.

Her body rose, just a hair’s breadth out of contact with mine. Even with my heels, I only came up to her chin.

She lifted her hands, sliding them up my arms until she touched my shoulders. I was turned.

“Look at yourself.” The voice whispered through my soul.

My eyes moved to seek my reflection. I- I was no longer just a girl. Sexual. Sensual. I was a Woman.

It felt like I watched a stranger. My own reflection turned me on. I Felt myself become wet. The air seemed to fill with my aroused scent.

I watched in the reflection as she leaned forward so her head rested on my left shoulder, even as her hands kept their light grip on my shoulders.

“You look as you feel. Hot. Sexual, rampant. A woman of scents and power. With a mere glance, you shall stun any male, he will notice you and walk straight into a wall. And not even realize or care about his broken nose. Confused yet intoxicated by your attention, your slightest smile. For you are female, woman. You hold the Sacred Sexuality. Revel in your power.”

My heart pounded. I licked my suddenly dry lips. Yet, that female in the mirror made it an act of pure carnal lust.

Malika pressed herself lightly against my bare butt. I turned my head towards hers on my shoulder, yet watched the mirror. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as my lips approached hers until only a whisper separated us. My mouth drew open in welcome, waiting, I wanted, I needed..

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What I want is the touch of you. Your caress on my skin. Your breath in my ear. Your tongue on my neck. I want to open the door to you and be taken into an embrace that is breath stopping. You sweep me to you, and at once our bodies are one: there is no where I end and you begin; no where you end and I begin. We are melded into one entity of energy.

You hold me so close that I think I might not be able to breathe. Our lips find each other hungrily and we begin to devour each other from the outside in. I feel like I haven’t eaten in months. I haven’t. I haven’t eaten you in months. You are as hungry as I am, as insatiable. We are sucking the breath out of each other and yet giving life giving breath to one another.

This kissing, this devouring goes on forever: it could be minutes, it feels like hours. And then we pull back a bit, noses together, foreheads together, and we are panting, and whispering, and hissing all at once. I’m whispering how you must plunge into me, fill me with you, take me, spear me, stab me with you cock, kill me. And you’re whispering how much you need to be in me, suckled by me, sucked in, and held in a death grip by my cunt.

And then we slow down for a minute, maybe longer. We both take a deep long breath, smelling each other, tasting each others’ scent. We are transfixed, locked like this, holding on like our lives depended on it. We start to sway a little, like we are slow dancing, or rocking each other peacefully. We’re still tangled together, one body, just swaying slightly, moving to the beat of our hearts, undulating in an unplanned rhythm. It’s like our heartbeats are the music, syncing together, and then our ragged breath slowing and syncing together, and becoming one entity of energy.

Nothing else can penetrate that vibe. Slowly, oh so slowly, I start to move my hands over your body, feeling the ripped flesh beneath. I feel your strong arms, hard and firm. I feel your broad chest, solid and taut. I feel your belly, tight and ripped. And I move my hands ever so slowly to your face. I start to stroke your face like it is made of the finest silk, the softest thing ever made. I let my fingertips glide at the absolute slowest pace, wanting to touch every single pore, every cell, every molecule.

And your hands have started to move too. You begin to explore my curves, sliding your hands over my hips, clutching me closer to you, as if I could be any closer to you. You start to knead my ass like you’re making a pastry, and I suppose you are making me sweet and dripping like honey.

Your strong broad hands slide up my back, feeling every vertebrae, every rib, every muscle as each one ripples as I stroke you. Your hands are big enough to hold all of me, and yet gentle enough to feel like air on my skin. Your hands go into my hair, stroking it at first, petting it, and then starting to tangle your fingers in it. You start to wrap it in between your fingers, start to pull my head back, and bend me into vulnerability.

My fingers still brush your cheeks, your brow, your eyelids, your lips. You lean to me and place your mouth on my neck. I feel so exposed. I’m bent almost backward, and yet your strong hands and arms hold me taut like a bow. Our groins are still together, so I really am hanging back in your arms. Our sex touching, feeling almost like we are one and yet we are still clothed, not yet locked together.

You start to lick me right in the curve of my neck, right at the hollow of my clavicle. I shudder. It’s so light, so delicate, so vulnerable. I feel connected to that spot from all over my body. My nipples harden. My pussy lips start to swell. My cunt starts to drip. And my breath starts to quicken again. It’s almost like the kiss of a vampire right before he sinks his teeth into his prey.

I stop breathing, and you move ever so slightly, ever so slowly, ever so lightly down across my chest and into my cleavage. Your tongue is in my cleavage, lapping the insides of my breasts. You become more insistent Maltepe travesti in your licking, hungrier. Your arms are still under my back, holding me bent, your fingers wrapped in my hair. You loosen your grip in my locks, and start to slide your hands over my shoulders, down my back, and to my hips, where you pin me firmly against your erection. I can feel the hardness of you, feel your cock aching against my cunt, feel your engorged prick ripping against the material between us.

My head hangs back, my neck limp, my tresses flowing over my shoulders and falling into empty space. And then you whisper, “I’m hungry.” And I know what you are hungry for. Throughout all this, I’ve still had my hands on you, on your face, your hair, your neck. I reach down and start to unbutton my blouse. Each button brings me more exposed, more open to you, to your hungry mouth. You start to suckle right through my bra. I’m pulling my blouse open, showing you my swelling breasts, my aching tits, my hardening nipples. I reach behind and unhook my bra.

You pull it to the side with your teeth and suck my nipple into your mouth greedily. My breath quickens, my heart rate goes up, and I start to flush, my breasts becoming almost red, but the nipples darkening and hardening. You start to suck, then pull back, licking, lapping, teasing with the tip of your tongue. I start to grind my hips against you, pushing my waiting pussy against your hard cock. I’m so hot you can feel my heat radiating through your clothes, almost burning your meat. Finally you suck me in again, and start to bite me fiercely, sucking me like I suck your cock, torturing me, making my nipple so hard I think it might break, shatter, fall to pieces. My bra lies over one breast, barely covering me, like a slave ordered to strip.

You move that cup to the side now with your teeth, your teeth bared like a wild animal, like you might devour me at any second. And you take that nipple into your mouth, suckling, then biting, then almost gnawing on it like you haven’t ever tasted it before, like it holds the ambrosia of life. And I wish right then that it did, that you could suckle the honey of the gods right out of me like a baby sucking milk.

Now you slow down, just licking, lapping like a cat at milk, teasing, tasting, then blowing on my aching diamond hard tip. And then I start to come, come like I’ve never cum before just from suckling. My nipples are so hard I swear they will crack, my cunt is so wet and dripping that I am starting to make our clothes wet, to stain your cock, and to seep onto it. I feel the energy shooting from my nipple tips to my cunt and back, my vagina clenching and pulsing and grabbing. There’s nothing in my cunt to grab onto, and yet I keep clutching and gripping against my own walls. My hands go limp. I let go of you. My arms fall to my sides, into space, arching back like my head. I’m absolutely yours for the taking.

Still you are holding me in your arms, your strength holding us both up, my back arched, my cunt pushed into your swollen cock, my head hanging back. I’m completely exposed, and yet still clothed from the waist down. Your hands hold my hips so tight it’s like I would fall if you let go, like we are joined like a mountain range, individual mountains leaning into one another, not sure where one starts and the other stops. I start to come back to earth, to reality, to this moment. And I want you in my cunt more than I have ever wanted you. I try to say this, to speak, but only gibberish comes out.

You know what I am saying though, you sense my desire, and you feel my heat on your cock, making you harder and fatter and impatient. You start to let go of me and I start to stumble, completely off balance. So you pull me close again, my decimated breasts pressed against your chest, and lift me up. My legs instinctively wrap around you, around your hips, sliding up to your waist, and planting my now spread but clothed cunt lips on your cock. My head falls Ümraniye travesti onto your shoulder like a tired child needing a nap. You carry me like that, sleepy, exhausted, spent, up the stairs and to my bed.

But unlike a child, you toss me onto the bed and begin to rip my clothes from my body. My bra is wrapped loosely around my arms. My shirt hangs from my wrists. I’m almost bound by my own clothes. You tear these things from me like an impatient child unwrapping a Christmas present, getting the last of the paper off the gift. You clutch my pants by the waist and tear them open, breaking the zipper, shredding them as you pull them over my hips, pushing my ass into the air to get them off. They fall to the floor like more crumpled gift wrap. And I guess that is what my clothes are: gift wrap covering my gift to you, my most precious and vulnerable thing to present. My panties are still on, small, soaked, twisted to one side, my puffy lips hanging over them, the cloth jammed up into my cunt.

You bend over me, and breath: breath in my scent, my sweat, my heat. Then you lean in and start to work my pussy lips with your tongue even with the cloth still there, the lace in the way. You start to chew at it like you are working through a thread that is bothering you and hanging in your way. Then you bite into the crotch, your teeth grazing my swollen puffy lips, and pull back. My panties are in shreds, just little patches of lace. You drop them from your mouth, and I look into your eyes, and you look like an untamed beast facing off with his trainer.

Then you are between my legs, your mouth on the mouth of my pussy, your lips kissing my cunt lips, your tongue searching for my clit, my button, my sweet spot. My legs are flung open, my hips arching up, my ass off the bed wanting you to plunge deeper into me, to eat me, devour me, spear me with your tongue. And I’m cumming again, screaming and not even knowing it, hearing your name and wondering who is saying it, moaning in words not spoken any more, ancient words, words of worship.

I’m worshiping you as you are worshiping me. Your adoration comes through your mouth into my cunt. My adoration comes to you through my mouth, but into the abyss. My hands are clenched, clawing at the air, reaching for your head, your hair, not sure if I’m even connecting, bucking wildly like a beast, like a bitch in heat. Juices are pouring out of me, sweet honey, pouring over your lips, into your mouth, all over your face, your chin.

Your hands have been under my ass, spreading my legs, pulling my ass cheeks apart, and now I want those hands in my holes, those fingers stretching my cunt and ass, getting them ready for that huge swollen cock of your to plunder and plunge into and fill. You’ve got the fingers of one hand in my cunt, and the fingers from the other in my ass. I’m pushing down, grinding, filling myself up. You’ve got three fingers in my pussy and two in my ass. I’m completely stretched, absolutely vulnerable, and yet needing more in me, needing that cock of yours to spear me to the depths of my being, to plunge in to the hilt, to slam into my cervix and there’s nowhere else to go. To breach the first sphincter of my ass and be pushing against the next one.

You pull away now, standing over me, gazing down with hunger, desire, and adoration. You want to own me, to plunder me, and to worship me all at once. You rip your own shirt off, the buttons flying off and it comes down over your shoulders. You clutch at your fly, trying to open your pants, but your cock is so big, so swollen, that you can’t get them open. You have to suck in your breath and tear to get them off. They are caught on your thighs, and you shove and push, but don’t even worry that they aren’t off all the way. They’re bunched around your legs, but you don’t seem to notice or care.

I’m spread open for a feast, for a celebration, tended and prepared and presented for a god. There’s juice everywhere dripping from my Tuzla travesti honeypot and from my ass. My ass is twitching, clutching, wanting to be filled, but you decide you had better start with my pussy. You grab my ankles and hover over me, then plunge in, shoving my feet out to the sides, my legs out of the way, your sword into my sheath. You reach the end, my cervix, and grunt. I feel like you are coming up through my stomach, my belly, slammed against my natural dam, like if you didn’t have that in the way your cock head would be in my throat coming up from the other side. You pull back and slam in again, hitting ground hard and grunting. I’m completely spread, completely speared by you.

You start to rock with a rhythm, pushing off from my ankles. My ankles are pinned on the bed now, I’m stretched open so wide, and yet my pussy is deceptively tight, holding you in a death grip, clenching you as hard as you are clenching your teeth, clenching your own ass cheeks as you ram into me. And our bodies are really one now: one machine, a piston jamming in and out of a tube, ramming, slamming, and the more you fuck me, the wetter I get, the more I drip, the hotter my box becomes, the tighter the walls of my vagina. I’m so wet you would have thought you had already blown your jism, there is so much cum. I’m so tight it’s like a fist gripping you, massaging you, coaxing your spunk out from your prostate, from your balls, begging it to spill into me.

And yet you keep ramming. You are rock hard and red and veiny. You are aching and sore and tender. Your head is so swelled I think it won’t fit back into my tight hole if you pull out, and yet you pull back, plunging in again and again, feeling the tightness grab you, feeling like you are taking me for the first time with each plunge, as tight as a virgin sacrifice. I’m in another world, and so are you, and we are there together: a world of sensation and bliss and desire and merging and floating even as you are grunting and ramming and I am crying out and sobbing, even as on this plane we are like savages while on the other we are like angels.

Then you pull back, all the way out. My pussy is snapping, grabbing for your dick, your manhood. You take hold of my ankles firmly, and roll my knees up a bit, and place the tip of your cock against my asshole. My sweet tight ass is stimmed like crazy, and I start writhing. I’ve rarely been ass fucked, and not in the way you are intending. There is no slowness, no hesitance, no getting me ready. You’ve done all that with your hands, your fingers. You’ve worked that hole, too, getting is stretched and stimmed, and engorged.

Now I’m going to take you whole, in one thrust, and I take a breath, let it out, and start screaming as you plunge into me. I can’t believe you fit. You must be coming out of my mouth. How did you get that monster into my teeny tiny little rosebud? How did you plunge in with only my juices coating you without splitting me in two? You thrust hard, slamming into my ass like you did my cunt, hitting my sphincter like you hit my cervix. I’m cumming again, and not even sure how. I’m twitching and contracting, my asshole like a fist, holding you, not letting you even pull out all the way as you rock into me. You don’t last long though. You can’t. You wanted so badly to blow your wad into my cunt that you can’t help but start to spew that jism into my little rosebud. You’re thrusting as you’re cumming and jism is running down your cock, down my crack, onto the pristine white sheets, making a puddle of love juices, staining our sex into the folds of the bed.

You collapse, and release my ankles. I wrap my legs around your waist again, and reach for your face, your hair, your throat. I’m caressing you lightly again, and you are moaning and mumbling and speaking in that ancient language, calling me a goddess, your goddess worthy of worship. And I’m comforting you, praising you for a job well done, that you slay the beast and saved the tribe, and life can go on now. You start to doze, your head on my shoulder, your body crushing me, the weight of you proof of your strength, your godliness, your manliness. And I sleep too, and meet you on that other side where we are no longer beasts but angels, basking in the white light of heaven.

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I’m one of the many children of the Dale family, who own the Dale farm – well obviously. I’ve got six siblings, but that doesn’t really matter. We’ve all grown up and moved out, some of us come help during the harvest season, but the house is far from the crowded place I grew up in.

This year, after breaking up with my third long time-ish girlfriend, at 28 years old, I decided to stay home after our harvest and work for our neighbour and life-long best mate Marks farm for his picking season. You know, just to regain perspective in life and mostly to stay away from everyone who was in a happy relationship and ‘so sorry for me’.

Mark and I had grown up completely inseparable, he was just a few months older than me and it always rather felt that he was more of my twin than my actual twin Johanna. I really missed him when I moved to the city and he stayed back, but we did meet up every possible chance we had.

My familys farm, like every farm in the area, mostly relied on travelers for workforce, as the modern Australians don’t consider crop picking a desirable job. That only meant a good variety of people passing through our lives and, currently my favourite, a line of single young girls looking for their Australian lover story to write friends home about. But that was really like scratching a mozzie bite – just making it itch more.

Mark had put me on a Swedish girls team, Katarina or Kate was her name and she’d been there the last year as well – having lived together with Mark just like this time. I had met her a two or three times briefly when I was visiting Mark last year, but in short she didn’t give a single damn of my existence and didn’t even try to be polite about it. But mostly she was almost always out somewhere, doing something.

Even though I first thought Mark finally had found himself a woman, then he wasn’t hesitant at all to tell me that that was absolutely not the question with them. That she was just an easy person to live with and he appreciated some company, plus apparently she was an amazing cook.

Few locals had nudged me, whispering I got lucky being placed to work with her. As it turned out I had – the other teams lead by an Australian and a German were apparently no fun to work in. Kate on the other hand was fun and cheerful, playing music on her speaker (it was 2008, portable speakers were a rarity) and joking around all day.

As she said on the first day, she doesn’t give a single fuck what and how we do, as long as we reach the daily norm. And she didn’t. Some folks who picked fast, took way longer breaks than they should have, some folks were like tied to each other chatting the day away and we still exceeded norms. And her attitude…

I think the best thing I have ever seen in my life was on the day a girl from a backpacker hostel was supposed to start work with us. “The little whore”, as Kate called her, showed up in a singlet and shorts, shorts so short that you could see her butt cheeks, and no hat, saying she wanted to tan. Kates face was amazing, she looked at her like she was an alien. She told her that for her tester day, so to say, she doesn’t have to do anything, she can just hang around the quad all day and if she feels ok after that day, she’s hired.

The girl was so happy, ecstatic even. After three hours under the harsh sun the girl was lobster red and had gotten a sunstroke. Kate took her back to the shed and coming back she vented for hours on the topic what’s wrong with this whore generations of girls. No manners, no self esteem, no respect for themselves or others and so on. She really hated them from deep down her heart.

Kate on the other hand, minus her cheerful personality, was the most hard working and serious woman I have met. I hadn’t thought much of her when I first met her, only that she had a stunning smile and a blunt attitude, but damn…

Everything about her was what I had considered ‘not my type’. I had thought of her as a fairly Kadıköy travesti large girl with short hair, who stood like a security guard, and her voice like she’d be in the military.

Over some time I learned that her passion was hospitality, she had learned psychology on some level and that she used to be a boxer – well that explained her body. It was like she’d been the exact opposite from my secretary, hairdresser and administrator ex-girlfriends.

She gained my interest by just being… so different. She said once, be as you want people to be to you. Be a great worker for your boss, be a good friend to your friends and never forget what it’s like to work ‘lesser jobs’.

She’d bring towels soaked in ice water to us in the paddock (for non-Australians, it’s bloody 40 degrees out here), sneak a beer to everyone on fridays an hour before finishing and well like said, she really didn’t care what we did as long as the job was done.

For my disappointment, she was impossible to approach or maybe I just didn’t know how to. Even though she lived with Mark, she was never around when I went over. And she made the team go out every friday to build better relationships, but there she was always as a team leader, never as an individual. And the team leaders would always finish after the crew.

Lunch time felt like the only time I could get to her, but it always felt like I’m talking to my supervisor, not the person herself. I even once tried to ask her to a barbecue, to what she simply replied that she’s too vegetarian for that. After that I felt like I’d been squashed like a bug.

…

There is a creek just between Marks and our property. I hadn’t been there since I was a teen, but on one extraordinary hot saturday, when stepping out of the shower after some work around the house and drying myself – I couldn’t tell if I was horrible at drying myself or was already covered in a new layer of sweat and decided to head for a cooling dip.

I drove my ute to the far end of our property and saw one of Marks quads on the other side. Walking to the waterline, I realised it’s not Mark, who was having his afternoon dip, but Kate.

She was in the water all nude. My dick was hard even before my brain had made the conclusion that she was nude. Damn. That was something I’d only expect to happen in porn and definitely not in my own backyard.

Spotting me she covered her breasts saying “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting any company. No one ever comes here.” But she didn’t look a tiny bit diasturbed nor uncomfortable, even had a smile on her face. Yes, it definitely started to look like porn.

“No need to apologise, no one ever does come here.” I noted, trying to smoothen our fortunate encounter. She looked amazing in the clear water. She was much more fit than I had thought, being well built and curvy.

“How about you try and pretend I’m not naked and I’ll pretend you don’t have your dick climbing out of your pants.” she smirked scanning over my body.

Shit, I had been so focused on her, that I hadn’t even tried to hide my boner. I felt my face burn and muttered “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologise.” she said, swimming to a rock in the middle of the creek and climbing to sit on it. She looked absolutely stunning – water running down her body, her breasts perky and that smile… I had underestimated her sexyness by a longshot. “Come on give me a show too, strip and get in.” she laughed.

I realised I’d been standing there like an idiot staring at her and furthermore, did she just ask me to strip-strip? As I was already in my swimmies. She laughed harder seeing my confusion and encouraged me “Yes, come on, even out the playground.”

Well, the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing anyway and really hoped things really were going in my desired direction, so without further ado, I pulled down my pants and she didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was staring at my Kurtköy travesti hard dick, making me feel way too exposed.

I quickly jumped in the water trying to hide my discomfort. Surfacing, I looked at her, her pussy was exactly in my line of sight. She grinned as she flipped to her belly facing me, leaning on her elbows, hands under her chin, with her breasts hanging oh so beautifully, she asked “So how did you get here? It’s all private properties around.”

“Yeah, that one is my familys.” I said pointing my head to that side.

“Ah, I see, a Dale, I guess you’ve never been around when we’ve been there.” Whoa, she’d been to my house?

“You come here often?” I ask realising this is the first time I was actually talking to her.

“Almost every day.” She said, leaving me surprised, for all that time, all I had to do was to come for a dip.

“So, how’s living with Mark? I mean living with a single man and all.” I wondered as she’s the only girl I’ve ever seen around him. He had inherited the farm from his parents after they died too early and is running it alone now. I’d often wondered if that’s the reason he hasn’t dated much.

“Worried about my sex life are we?” she giggled, teasing me.

Damn, she loved to get straight to it, how to wiggle out of that one? “More about his.” I tried to steer the conversation away and in an attempt to look less intimidated, I swam to the rock and faced her.

She looked at me with a charming look and stroked my chin with her fingers, murmuring softly “Well, he really should get out there. I mean we sometimes help each other out, but that’s really not that.” she said so innocently that it was mesmerizing and slided back in the water as I concluded that this was just like porn in my head again.

“My turn to probe you, what’s your biggest turn on?” she asked me. Was this really happening?

“Uhm, currently it seems that a naked woman swimming in a creek” I joked looking down at my dick. She giggled out loud and I used the opportunity to ask “Yours?”

She looked at me with lusty eyes shaking her head “There’s quite a list, but most recent one would be – men fucking men.” she said so casually that just the tone stunned me, not to even talk about what she had said. “But in general, seeing people orgasm without holding back – not worried about reactions or whatever.” she added as she casually browsed my body.

I floated there in silence trying to recap the situation. I was in a creek, naked, with a woman I’ve tried to approach for a while, who was naked, and we were talking about sex, it seemed surreal.

“You ever had sex with a man?” she asked me.

“No, no I haven’t.” I answered, sounding more surprised than intended.

“Would you? I mean like just to try it out, or are you just completely against it?”

“Ummm, I’m not really attracted to men and haven’t really pondered on that matter.” Plus like, why? Why would I?

“Hmm, think about it, will you? Anyways, your turn.”

“Umm…Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked hesitantly, trying not to sound like any other man with lesbian fantasies.

She laughed loud and hard “Oh you blue eyed boy. Ok, ok, fair enough, I keep on forgetting that you don’t know me. So, I’m bisexual, I like having all sorts of sex, male couples being the latest hobby and only thing I hate is this whore generation of girls. They’ve really made respectful sex a rarity.”

I laughed at the last statement, which somewhat sadly described my recent endovedours and swam to the rock, leaning my hands and head on it and decided to try my luck. “Any chance you’d be attracted to me?”

She swam to the other side of the rock, leaning her hands and head opposite me, less than a metre between us. “Oh, I’m attracted to you” she said in a way as if it would have been completely obvious. She looked me deep in the eye, making me quite a bit uncomfortable, and caressed my jaw asking “What about it?”

Oh Pendik travesti fuck, this WAS happening. Uh damn, I looked away not knowing how to answer that one, all the possible answers seemed wrong. “Uhm, I find you interesting and well… wanted to know, if you’d be interested in me as well.”

“Yes, we’ve established that and I asked what about it?” she asked, trailing her fingers over my forearms, making my eyes follow her moves.

“Well, I-I don’t know, try-try it out?” I stammered uncomfortably, making her laugh hard.

“You’re so cute… I am moving away after the season – alone.”

“I see…” Was that a no? Well it really wasn’t a no, was it?

Swimming over to my side, she murmured “If that’s fine by you-” and slid her hands on my chest from behind, making my body tingle “-then I’m more than happy to try it out – as you say.” she cooed, moving her hands down my body, onto my hip joints, making me crave for her. Oh fuck, that woman knew how to touch a man…

“Well, is it?” she prompted.

“Yeah… yeah it is.” I stammered noticing myself almost panting. Jesus, the last month without sex must have done a number on me.

She slid her right hand on my hard dick clutching it “You’re so cute when your dick doesn’t let you think” she whispered in my ear and kissed my neck and began to stroke my dick. Ahh fuck… Kate is fucking jerking me off in the creek.

She caressed my balls with the other hand and to my surprise I was already moaning under her skillful touch. Hell, honestly no one had really jerked me off before besides myself.

She talked as she stroked me “All I ask from you is respectful behaviour… keep this out of work… and to just consider fucking Mark with me.” Wait what? Her english usually didn’t hint that she wouldn’t be that good in grammar, but surely she didn’t mean it like that. I imagine that I must have looked quite bewildered as she next said “Just consider it.”

She kissed my neck again, making me whimper as she skillfully massaged my balls, stroking and twisting my dick, I already felt getting close.

Fuck, she really was like porn next to all of my previous sexual encounters that would have even made a christian proud I assume – minus the variety of partners though.

“Good boy, now come for me” she murmured, stroking me harder and I began to pant. She turned my face towards her and kissed me so passionately, like she’d lusted for me as long as I had for her – the kiss sending an electric current through me, making me moan in her mouth.

“Come” she ordered between the kisses and I almost immediately complied, finding support from the rock to stand. I groaned loud tossing my head back, savouring that amazing tingle spreading over my body and spurt my semen underwater.

She untangled herself from me and swam back to the other side of the rock.

Regaining my posture and recapping the unbelievable situation, I looked at her – her chin rested on her palms, smiling sweet “Holding back on me, are we?” she poked at me.

“Sorry, I…” I muttered not even knowing what to say. Fuck, had she just jerked me off? In a creek?

“Shh, is your house always full of people?”

“My folks are always home, but we live at different ends of the house.”

“If you’re willing to risk it, I’m quite loud in bed. Very loud, if you’re any good.” she smirked, “But I guess Mark wouldn’t mind me having company either.” she added in.

Hmm… rather not have sex with her in Marks house, I think… “Uhm, want to come over tonight?” I asked, wondering how our new found dynamic should work.

“When?”

“Ten-ish?”

“Your folks better be sleeping.”

“They will be.”

“Got rum?”

“Rum? Yeah.”

“Perfect, tonight boy.” She said pushing away from the rock, sliding to her end of the creek.

“Tonight.” I confirmed watching her get out of the water, damn she looked hot, she dried herself and pulled a dress on. She smiled back at me, sitting sideways on the quad and drove off.

Oh fuck… that was some day. I stood still there for a while. No woman had actually finished a handjob on me and she did it in a breeze. Kate jerked me off and she was coming over. Oh fuck, that was some day.

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It was December in New Orleans. The French Quarter was dead because everyone was getting ready for Christmas and the Sugar Bowl season hadn’t started. Danny O’Reilly was off that night and was in the massage parlor on Royal St. It was part of a complex of three massage parlors owned by one man who was reputed to be part of the Dixie Mafia run by the Marcello family. The tourists all assumed it to be a prostitution outlet but it wasn’t. The customers were led to believe they would get sex from the girls but it never happened. There wasn’t a lot of repeat business but the owners apparently didn’t care.

Danny was in the back booth lying on a massage table on his back. Audry, a red headed girl from the mountains of Tennessee was sucking his cock. Audry was a petite girl with large tits. She had a tattoo of a devil on the right cheek of her ass and liked police officers. When Danny was really hard she got on the table on top of him and lowered her wet twat on to Danny’s dick. As she undulated her hips Danny kissed and sucked her nipples. She really liked sex and was very vocal when she was having it. “Oh My Lord Danny,” she cried in her thick drawl, “I’m going to cum soon Baby.” Then Danny felt her pussy tighten around his cock and he shot his load into it.

She put her clothes back on and washed Danny’s dick with a warm wet washcloth.

Then she said something that made Danny wonder if she was playing with a full deck. “Danny you know God gave me a gift. I think I enjoy sex more than most and when I go home next year I’m going to marry the preacher’s son and we’re going to have a bunch of younguns.” That just didn’t make sense to Danny. He knew Audry was having sex with at least four policemen that he knew of. Why would she want to go home and marry the preacher’s son?

Then she said something she knew would aggravate Danny. “Danny,” she said, “You have a fantastic dick but Sgt. Trawler made me cum three times last night before he shot off.” She knew Danny didn’t like Trawler and knew she shouldn’t talk about him but she couldn’t help herself. She was a shit stirrer and always had been. She had gotten in a fight with one of the other girls a few weeks ago and badly scratched her face. Danny wondered what life would be like with Audry married to the preacher’s son in rural Tennessee.

The manager of the parlor complex was a blond heavy set woman who had hinted to Danny on several occasions that she wanted to have sex with him but Danny knew she was married and didn’t like or trust her husband. Her name was Sally Peters and the girls called her husband the Saint. He was a mean nasty Mississippi red neck who could be brutal with the girls or customers if there was trouble. Once he broke a girls wrist Bağdat Caddesi Travesti when the girl held back a tip she had gotten from a customer. He was always trying to get the girls to have sex with him and none of them wanted to do it. Once in a while one of them would because they needed money or days off but they were never enthusiastic about it. Audry told Danny she had gone with him twice but pretended he was someone else. Each time he had given her a hundred dollars from the safe when they were finished. She had given him the ultimate insult when she told Danny he had a needle dick. Audry had a thing about well hung guys.

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

Three days before Christmas Leo Schultz a police officer on the Bourbon St. Promenade–a foot beat in the French Quarter got a call of a shooting at the Bourbon St. Massage Parlor. He was only a block away and was on the scene in two minutes. When he entered the lobby where the customers waited for the girls he found the Saint lying on the floor in convulsions. He looked a little closer and saw he had a gunshot wound to his right temple. Leo called for an EMS unit and got his notebook out. He couldn’t help the Saint but he could get the names of all the people there and take some preliminary information. Fifteen minutes later EMS showed up but the Saint was dead. Leo called for Homicide and Danny O’Reilly and his partner Pascal Melito were assigned the call.

When they arrived Pascal looked at the body and asked Leo, “Did you find the gun.”

“It’s under the body Dago,” he said, “We didn’t move it yet. The girls are all saying he was playing Russian Roulette and he misjudged where the bullet was on his third spin and it went off. Danny looked at the body and saw that familiar expression of surprise he had seen on so many shooting victims in the past. Leo said, “The coroner is on the way and so is the crime lab. We haven’t notified his old lady because no one knows where she is. We have five girls here and I told them not to talk about this incident among themselves. None of them seems the least bit upset.

Pascal said, “Danny let’s take the girls one at a time in one of the massage rooms and interview them. Leo watch the scene for us while we talk to the witnesses. We’ll do the entire report this time and treat it as an unclassified death. I’ll take the first girl. Danny you better let me do the interview with Audry. Is that OK?”

“Yeah you’re right,” he said. He knew it would be better if Pascal interviewed her.

Pascal took Audry into a massage room and they sat down. “Audry I need you to tell me exactly what happened tonight,” he said. She nodded and he started by reading her her Miranda rights. He explained that she Bostancı travesti wasn’t a suspect and he didn’t have to read her her rights but he liked to do it even with witnesses. He knew that sometimes witnesses became suspects and he didn’t like to stop and read them their rights because it often made them stop talking. If he did it first they usually told him everything they knew.

Audry said, “Officer I was there when it happened. I think it was God’s will. Praise the Lord! The Saint came in about 9:30 PM. I had just finished with a customer and was sitting in the chair at the desk. Saint went to the safe and opened it. He was going to put the extra cash we had in it and then he found the gun. He had been drinking and started playing with it. He took all the bullets out except for one and spun the cylinder. Then he looked at it and saw where the bullet was. The idiot put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. It just clicked. SusieQ bet him ten bucks that he couldn’t do it again. He did and SusieQ said she wanted to go double or nothing. He spun the cylinder again and when he pulled the trigger it went off. I tell you it was God’s will. He was a no good son of a bitch and got what he deserved.”

Two hours later the body was gone and the gun had been recovered. The position of the casing in the cylinder corroborated Audry’s story. The gun turned out to be stolen from a recent auto burglary. The girls said someone came in and sold it to Saint a week or two ago. They were just about ready to leave when Sally showed up. She looked at the detectives and the blood on the floor and asked, “What happened here?”

Danny told her, “Sally the Saint was playing Russian Roulette and shot himself in the head.”

“Is he dead?” she asked.

“I’m sorry Sally,” Danny told her, “He was dead when we got here. The girls can tell you all about it.”

“Can we clean up this mess?” she asked.

“Sure,” Danny said, “We were just leaving.”

Sally looked at the girls and said, “SusieQ, Audry y’all go get the mop and some water we need to clean up this mess and get back to work.”

Back at headquarters Danny and Pascal compared their notes and Pascal said, “You know all these statements are exactly alike. Usually there are a few discrepancies but not tonight. They probably got their stories straight before we got there.”

Danny said, “Dago they all hated him. He was a nasty redneck and took advantage of everyone. I’m willing to bet he was skimming money off of the top and sooner or later the Dixie Mafia would have found out and put a stop to it. That is if they haven’t already done so. You’re right these statements are all alike right down the line. Even his old lady wasn’t Kartal travesti surprised or upset at his death.”

Pascal thought about the situation for a few minutes. “Danny,” he said, “This guy was pretty stupid and I think he made a mistake that we are all taught at the Academy to avoid. The gun was a Smith and Wesson and the cylinder rotates counter clockwise. A Colt’s cylinder rotates clockwise. Do you think it’s possible that he got the two confused?”

“Dago you might be on to something,” he said, “Let me talk to Audry later tonight and see what she’ll tell me when she’s away from work.”

“OK Danny,” Pascal said, “Why don’t you call her now and set it up. She gets off at midnight and she might be ready for a drink and whatever then.”

At 1:00 AM Danny was lying in a hot tub of soapy water with Audry lying on top of him. He had just had sex with her and she had been hotter than he had ever seen her before. She had had a rare multiple orgasm and Danny knew she was ready to talk to him about what happened earlier.

“Baby,” he whispered in her ear, “Tell me what really happened tonight.”

She smiled and said, “Danny we all told you what happened. You don’t think we would lie do you. Lying is a sin before God and I could never do that.”

“OK. I believe you but what else happened that you didn’t tell us. I know the Saint was skimming money off the top and Sally knew it and sooner or later the Dixie Mafia would have figured it out.”

“I swear Baby it happened just like we said. He was a little drunk and SusieQ was egging him on. She needed some money last week for her mother back in Texas and borrowed a grand from him. He made her suck his dick before he gave her the money and she hated him more than most of us. Danny, she told him that there wasn’t a hair on his ass if he wouldn’t play Russian Roulette with her. She did it first and then he did it. The third time they did it he shot himself. She told me later that he didn’t know the difference between a Colt and a Smith and Wesson whatever that means.”

“OK Audry then tell me why Sally wasn’t upset even a little.”

“She’d been married to him for ten years and I think she’d had enough. She was having an affair with the old man who owns the club on the corner and she told me tonight that she knew sooner or later he would wind up dead and that she had a big insurance policy on him. Danny this really was a stupid accident. I tell you it was God’s will. When I go home and marry the preachers son I’ll know all about sin and the ways of evil and will be able to help him in his fight against the devil. The Saint was very close to the devil and deserved what he got tonight.”

Danny knew she was telling him the way it was. He could tell Pascal in the morning that he was right about his theory about which way the cylinder revolves in different guns. Now his dick was getting hard again and it was time to take Audry in the bedroom and do her one more time before she really did go home and marry the preacher’s son.

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It was a warm morning in Rome. The cool Mediterranean air swept through the Imperial Palace of Emperor Nero. While many Romans were enjoying their time preparing to plant their crops or haggle at the markets and forums, Nero and his generals had to settle the Armenian crisis the Parthian Empire.

Hopefully, the General Corbulo would soon return with news bearing the treaty with the Parthians. Nero,waited in his throne room for the General. He rested his head on his hand, using the other to tape on the marble arm.

“I grow tired of waiting!” exclaimed Nero, his booming voice echoing throughout the chamber. The wooden doors then threw open. A figure adorned with bronze armor entered the room.

“My Emperor, I have great news. The Parthians have agreed for peace!” The audience of Nero, his wife, and two advisers. Behind Corbulo was a young woman the apparel of most of the middle-class Romans. Her dark brown hair was fashioned up into a loose bun. Her cool green eyes would tempt any man to loose his sanity and decency.

“And who is this young lady?” Nero pondered.

“It Anadolu Yakası Travesti is an offering from the Parthian king. His niece.” Corbulo then responded.

“I see. Has this girl known a man in bed?”

“Yes, but only twice. She was the new mistress of the Parthian general before he died.”

“Disrobe.” Nero demanded. The girl did so. Off with the skirt of her dress. There was a small patch of hair, much to everyone’s surprise.

“So I see that the General took good care of her!” Nero joked. The girl then removed the upper part of her dress. Two round breasts appeared. The girl would have needed around a 29B bra. Nero then thought sinister thoughts.

“Well, then, General, she’s your prize. Lay with her.” Corbulo had a stunned look on his face.

“What, sir?”

“Fuck her, Corbulo!” On command, Corbulo disrobed. He had looked at the girl with lust before, but did not expect this.

Corbulo caressed the girl’s arm and back, bringing her closer to him. He whispered “Talitha”, undoubtedly the girl’s name. Corbulo Antalya Travesti kissed he, trying to muster any thought that this was out of love and attraction, rather than a sexual order. Corbulo knelt down, grabbing Talitha’s breasts. Corbulo extended his tongue out, flicking one of Talitha’s nipples. He moved his hand gently across her breasts. Talitha clenched her fists and sighed. After awhile, Corbulo stood over Talitha as she descended.

Talitha grabbed Corbulo’s almost-fully erect penis. She stroked it carefully, not missing a sight of the growing dick. She used her spit as lubricant, though each time she spat, she was tempted to open her mouth wide. Finally, she lost it. She slid the tip of his dick into her mouth, using her tongue to flick the tip, a favor in return for his action on her nipples. She then sucked on the head. Corbulo was filled with pleasure, twitching his legs. Finally, Talitha took on his whole cock. He was blanketed by the her warm tongue. Corbulo was about to burst.

Knowing that Corbulo was satisfied with her oral Ataşehir Travesti skills, Talitha laid on her back. She fingered herself to further lubricate her pussy. Corbulo spread her legs, knelt down, and spat on both his dick and her cunt. He then went inside her.

His first thrusts were very shallow and slow, but this soon changed. Corbulo seemed to blank out of the situation, for he believed it was now him and Talitha alone in some void. Though Talitha was familiar with sex, she had not fucked in weeks. Her whimpers and gasps were loud and high-pitched.

The combined heat in Talitha’s pussy made it seem that both her pussy and Corbulo’s dick was on fire. Corbulo was grunting, but now he whimpered with the girl. He could not resist the vision of Talitha’s breasts beating with his now powerful and deep thrusts. Corbulo leaned over the girl, needing support from the floor to keep him up. He knew he was near, but trying to restrain.

“Corbulo!” Talitha exclaimed. “I’m cumming!” Corbulo felt her muscles tightened and head her scream. He was now over the edge.

“Me too!” And with that, he put screamed with Talitha, unleashing wave after wave of cum into her pussy. The two laid on the floor, Corbulo putting in little twitches here and there. Nero, his wife, and his advisers left. Nero wanted to re-enact what he saw with his wife in his chamber.

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NOTE: Every sexual encounter in this story, no matter how small, is between individuals that are at least eighteen years old or older.

*

After the honeymoon, things slowed down a little, but not much. To make a long story short, the next four years were a whirlwind of success and hot sex. My stories became popular and I was finally able to repay my wife for her help in kick-starting my career. She had helped me find success in Hollywood and I was able to make a deal to have my wife play a part in a movie for a screenplay I was commissioned to write. It wasn’t a huge part, but it did have a few lines. My wife loved modeling, but she had hinted that she wanted to try acting too. Well, she loved it and luckily, she was good at it as well. Soon, that small part led to bigger parts until she found a decent amount of fame. She was often frisky, and we would have sex every night we could, usually five times a week.

As I continued to jog along, reminiscing over my life of the past five years, I thought of some of the other times Celia would surprise me. For my twentieth birthday, she brought home one of her modeling friends, a very cute Asian girl named Jasmine, who had turned eighteen the previous month. Celia asked me to sit on my side of the bed and watch as they both stripped down, and Celia guided Jasmine onto her side of the bed.

Giving me a wink, she straddled Jasmine’s face in reverse and dropped her own face in between Jasmine’s golden thighs. She carefully lowered her waist down and the two models started licking each other right beside me. Listening to feminine moans and gasps so close to me had my dick as hard as iron. I admired their bodies as they lay entwined together, mere inches away. Their contrasting skin-tones made my blood run hot through my veins. Celia, with her light skin, subtle freckles, and flaming hair, looked like a ghostly princess compared to Jasmine’s jet-black hair, both long and straight, with her flawless golden skin. The one thing they had in common was their well-toned bodies.

Where Celia’s breasts were full and soft with light pink areolas and nipples, Jasmine’s were smaller and perkier, having a firmness that made her darker areolas and matching nipples stick straight out from her body in arousal. Celia pushed herself up to sit upon Jasmine’s face and motioned for me to partake in the golden-skinned girl’s freshly licked pussy. I wasted no time in getting between the hot little lady’s thighs. Once there, I took a moment to admire the thin strip of jet-black hair that pointed to the top of her pussy. Her lips were dark in color, but when I spread them with my fingers, I saw the familiar pink within and smiled at the exotic difference in coloring.

I took a couple of minutes to tease around her lovely dark pussy before burying my face and tongue into the slippery slit within. She didn’t taste like Celia, but she still tasted good. Maybe a little stronger, but I liked it. I brought her to a small orgasm with my tongue and fingers before moving up and rubbing my cock on her wet slit, preparing it for entry.

Once I had the head coated in her juices, I slide inside. She was even tighter than Celia, but with a bit of patience, I was able to penetrate her completely. I waited for her to adjust to my size before slowly sawing my cock back and forth inside her hot wet cunt. It couldn’t have been more than a minute before she was screaming her orgasm into my wife’s pussy, making her cum all over her face. That set Jasmine off again and she came a second time in as many minutes. I’ll admit, that was new to me and the novelty had me unloading my semen deep within the sweet little Jasmine’s beaver. Spent, I returned to my side and watched as my wife wiggled her lithe body down between Jasmine’s legs and started eating my cum out of her pussy. It was so hot that I instantly started getting hard again. Celia noticed and lightly slapped Jasmine on the leg, indicating that they shift positions. Jasmine jumped up and Celia went down on all fours. The golden skinned girl draped her nude body over my wife’s back, resting her head on Celia’s gorgeous ass. My wife looked at me wickedly.

“Honey, Jasmine wants you to swap back and forth between us. She loves it,” she told me with that wicked grin as they both got up on their hands and knees. They both wiggled their asses at me suggestively. I didn’t need to be told twice and after lubing my cock up in Celia’s hot slit, I pressed my cock into her, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from my wife.

Within a minute, I was fucking her just like she liked it, hard. Just as I hit my stride, Jasmine looked over at me with a little pout on her face for being left out Grinning like the devil, I pulled my cock out of Celia’s hot pussy and immediately plunged it into Jasmine’s warm, wet sheath. She took it in eagerly and bucked back against me, mewling like a cat in heat. She let herself go after a couple minutes, shaking uncontrollably as she climaxed. Giving her a break, I plunged it back into Celia’s dripping Antalya Travesti wet pussy. I couldn’t have pumped it more than twice before Celia started cumming right alongside Jasmine who was still coming down from her own climax.

Now, watching two gorgeous women climaxing at roughly the same time because of you, well…that’s quite the confidence builder. If there were still any latent issues I had left over from middle and high school, that pretty much buried them right there. I don’t know whether it was the two women cumming in my bed or the obliteration of any remaining hang-ups I still had, but I came in Celia, and I came hard. I usually don’t grunt or moan, but that time I did, and I overflowed her pussy with my cum.

Jasmine let out a little squeal of glee as I jerked over and over, filling Celia’s vagina beyond capacity. As I pulled out, I saw Jasmine licking her lips as she waited for me to move out of the way. Then she moved into position and placed her lips over Celia’s cum-filled creampie and began to lick and suck it all up. As she sucked my semen directly from Celia, Celia came hard again, squirting her girl cum into Jasmine’s waiting mouth. I had never seen her squirt before and asked if she was alright. She couldn’t speak from the overpowering sensation of her climax, but she nodded her head in the affirmative.

We all laid together until we fell asleep, but I woke up to Jasmine sucking my dick. I nudged Celia and heard her giggle. She quickly got herself up and straddled my face. As I ate out her delicious pussy, I felt Jasmine replace her mouth with her cunt and I soon heard their passionate kissing as I fucked one and ate the other. After Jasmine had two orgasms from riding my cock, the two switched and I ate Jasmine’s wet cunt as I fucked my wife’s pussy to another orgasm. As she came, her pussy clenched down even tighter on my dick and I came right along with her. Again, Jasmine licked and sucked my semen out of my wife’s pussy.

This time, instead of swallowing it as she had before, she rose over Celia and opened her mouth. Celia opened hers and I watched as Jasmine drizzled my jism from her mouth and into Celia’s. As soon as the last dribble left her mouth, Jasmine swept down and started kissing my wife’s cum-covered mouth. I watched the two of them passionately French kiss, pushing my thick nectar back and forth until both finally swallowed it all down. The sight and the few minutes they were at it was enough to prepare me for round two, or round four if you included the two rounds from earlier.

Now it was Jasmine that wanted her to be fucked again and I obliged by wetting my cock in her dark slit and sinking it slowly into her silky folds. As I was plowing away on this Asian beauty’s pussy, my jaw dropped as my wife laid her head down on Jasmine’s tight little ass and opened her mouth wide. Recovering quickly from my shock, I pulled my cock out of Jasmine’s pussy and presented it to my wife. She looked at me with those beautiful pale green turquoise eyes as she took my cock in her mouth. My cock, that had just been in Jasmine’s tight little pussy. I tried to repeat the performance, but between Jasmine’s tighter slit and my wife staring at me with those magical eyes, I only made about ten laps between the two before I came hard in Jasmine’s hot wet box. To my amazement, Celia went to town on Jasmine, completely returning the favor from just a few hours ago by completely cleaning her out. I couldn’t believe how deliciously perverted these two beautiful models were, but I loved it. I just smiled at the two of them before I spoke.

“Best birthday gift ever!” I exclaimed with a shit-eating grin on my face. They both giggled and we cuddled the remainder of the morning.

After that, we had Jasmine over for every one of my birthdays. We even had her over for Christmas, her birthday, and Celia’s birthday. Once a year just wasn’t enough for us. Eventually, Jasmine found someone, and our little trysts came to an end. We all agreed it was for the best but that she would stay in touch and remain our good friend. She told us she was in love with someone else but wished us well and that she would always remember our times together. We readily agreed.

So… I thought about all of that, all the things that had happened to me to bring me to this point in my life. I was happy, and as I ran along the highway, a healthy sweat dripping from my skin, I thought of my lovely wife who would be waking up right about now. I picked up the pace and made my way back to our new home. I considered ravishing her the moment I walked through the door, my thoughts having stirred up my desire, but decided that a shower was in order first. I wanted to be fresh and clean for my wife. She was wonderful to me and deserved that consideration. Turning the last corner, I smiled inwardly. I had pushed myself extra hard today and was ready for a rest. As I approached the door, I saw Celia open it and walk down the steps. She had something in her hand.

“I saw this Konya Travesti in the trash,” she said.

“I know, but…” I started to explain.

She cut me off. “I understand why you probably threw it away, but I think this would be a good opportunity for you to finally get some answers and put that chapter of your life behind you.”

I had to think about it for a moment before I could respond. She did make a valid point. “I don’t know, love…I have nothing left but bad memories of that school and those people, my old classmates and so-called friends. I’m happy now and couldn’t care less for their approval.”

“All the more reason to go,” she said. “Whether you like to admit it or not, I know you still have lingering doubts, hurt feelings, and unanswered questions. This may be your only opportunity to finally settle things. Besides, you’re successful and have a beautiful and loving wife. Wouldn’t you like to show me off? They’ll either be happy for you or jealous. Either way, you win. And if things aren’t going the way you’d hoped, we’ll leave… I promise.”

“Alright,” I said, partially caving to her well-reasoned argument. “Let me think it over.”

I stuck the invite to the main refrigerator with a magnet and left it there for the entire week. I finally got around to opening it and noticed that it had already been opened. Since I hadn’t checked it before, it could have been that way when I first received it. Popping the envelope open, I read over the card enclosed. It was composed of mostly typical reunion stuff. It was being held at the nicest place in my hometown, a local Inn complete with a grand bar, restaurant, swimming pool, jacuzzi, conference rooms, and regular private rooms.

It was called McAllister’s Inn and Restaurant. Since the owner’s last name was McAllister, the inn’s name wasn’t particularly surprising or imaginative. It had never needed to be because it was always the most popular destination for both locals and tourists passing through. They had good food, a good atmosphere, cheap drinks, and clean rooms. I was starting to come around. At least the reunion committee had good taste. Maybe the night would turn out okay. I didn’t dare get my hopes up, however. My high school track record just wasn’t that great and left me with lingering doubts.

The reunion wasn’t for another three weeks. Knowing McAllister’s, I still had another week to make my reservation. If I hadn’t decided to go by then, I simply wouldn’t go. Most likely, the people I most needed to get answers from wouldn’t be there and I’d be wasting my time anyhow, I reasoned. I tried putting myself in their shoes. I gave Nadia a fifty-fifty chance of being there and Paul, one in four at best. He had been my best friend, had tricked me to that party for some reason that I couldn’t quite fathom, and then abandoned me. If he had visited me in jail, I probably would have forgiven him. Now, I’m not sure what he could say to mend things between us.

Luckily, I received a couriered envelope from a studio and didn’t have to think about the ridiculous reunion any longer. It turned out that the studio had budgeted to option the first book in my trilogy and wanted to both pay me for the rights and for me to write the adaptive screenplay for it. The money was good… very good, but I wasn’t hurting for money anymore. The most enticing thing was that they were having difficulty finding a director and had asked if I would give it a try. I could stay true to my vision and create something I could really be proud of. The production company would have final say, but for the most part I could tell the story my way. I realized our life would suddenly become very busy and I subsequently forgot all about the reunion.

When my wife got home from a commercial that she was shooting, I told her all about the project. She was happy for me and we celebrated into the night. We looked over the contract together and I sent it to our lawyer. The next day he reported that everything was in order, and I signed the next six months to a year of my life away. This was my dream project and I’d be working almost every day for a minimum of twelve hours.

I developed a plan to spend as much time with Celia each day as I could. I made sure to hire healthy choices for catering and paid for an assistant out of my own pocket. I needed to be as efficient and forward thinking as possible and delegate wherever I could. Off the record, Celia assisted me as well. She knew the industry and got me in contact with film crews and post-production teams and everything else. The days flew by, but we were well ahead of schedule and having wonderfully kinky sex every night. The work was a headache at times, but my energy levels had never been higher.

Two weeks later, Celia and I had just finished making love when she rolled over and looked at me.

“Have you sent your reservation for the reunion?” she asked.

I was too giddy from my new project to let the thought of it get to me. In fact, I laughed out loud. İzmir Travesti “I’m sorry hon. It slipped my mind with everything that’s been happening. Unfortunately, it’s too late now. McAllister’s will be full up and we wouldn’t have a place to stay at the reunion. I needed to RSVP a week ago. Well, there’s always the ten-year reunion.”

It felt good to say that. Having forgot all about it and having missed it, fate had given me a reprieve. I no longer had to worry about the whole sorry affair. In a week’s time, it would be over and forgotten. I wasn’t worried about the ten-year reunion either. After having missed the five-year one, there’d be no reason to bother attending the ten-year. Any unresolved issues I had would be ancient history. I felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I just smiled at my wife as I stared into her gorgeous pale green turquoise eyes that I adored so much.

“Oh, that’s okay hon,” my wife said, an odd inflection in her voice. “I made the reservation and RSVPed for you.”

Ahh fuck, I thought. I had finally escaped the reunion trap and now my wife just sprung it on me anyways. She must of saw the look of despair cross my face, because she suddenly got very quiet. I tried to fill the silence, but I was somewhat angry at her now.

“I love you honey, but you shouldn’t have done that,” I told her. “I’ve put all that behind me. Any lingering questions or doubts would have faded in time until they weren’t even a memory anymore. With you by my side and my career taking off, I’m far too happy to let old wounds fester. Besides, the odds of Nadia or Paul showing up aren’t that great anyhow.”

“Listen love,” she said, gently cutting me off. “I don’t want you angry at me, but I may have made sure that both Nadia and Paul would be there. They both want to talk to you and explain themselves. I think you should hear them out.”

“Huh? What? Why?” I rambled, confused. “What did you do?”

“I knew your story and thought that if I could get those answers for you, I could spare you the pain of this reunion. But after speaking with both Nadia and Paul on the phone, I knew you had to see them. I’ll say nothing more on the subject but that you deserve answers and they have them. I don’t think you’ll be hurt. I feel like it could even be cathartic for all involved. Now, it’s not my place to say more. Just…please reconsider, and I love you.”

She looked at me with such tenderness that I fell into her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go, but if it’s a disaster…” I let the thought hang there. My wife totally missed it.

“In that case,” she squealed. “Let’s celebrate.”

She embraced me and quickly found my lips with hers as her arm snaked down the front of my boxers and started stroking my swiftly hardening cock. Even perturbed, I wasn’t about to argue with that. I returned her kiss and we started making love. Two hours later, we were fucking. Love is slow and sensual, and after a couple hours…kinda boring. What we did next was anything but boring. After my third orgasm, I had completely forgotten that I was even a tiny bit annoyed with her. If she was at all annoyed with me, I think her second anal orgasm, fifth of the evening, had put that to rest. We fell asleep, sated and comfy in each other’s arms, a very happy couple.

The next morning, I awoke with a groan. The thought of the upcoming reunion had me feeling irritable. Instead of risking my wife’s unhappiness by taking it out on her, I decided to go for another run. It took all my focus, but I used the time to work on the film project in my head while listening to my workout mix. I was listening to Halestorm’s “Do Not Disturb” when a great idea popped into my head for an edgy relationship in my next novel. I tucked it away and continued to work on streamlining my current trilogy for the screenplay.

I was so enjoying the process, that I was able to ignore the idea of the reunion. I simply didn’t need the anxiety. Upon returning home, I met my wife in the kitchen and gave her a sweaty kiss before grabbing a glass of water. She pushed me away, so I didn’t cover her in sweat, and we laughed and joked with each other. Taking a quick shower, I decided to work a bit from home. I spent the rest of the day putting the many ideas that I had come up with while running into action.

The rest of the week went quickly, and we managed to avoid discussing the upcoming event. We had sex every night, sometimes for hours at a time. I was pleasantly surprised by my wife’s overly amorous attention. It was kinda hot and kept me distracted, which may have been her intention. I wasn’t going to argue. When the fateful day finally arrived, my wife was a godsend. She picked out our clothes, and we shared a couple glasses of red wine to help calm my nerves.

“Are you ready for this honey?” she asked me over her glass.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Besides, we can leave anytime, right?” I said. “Perhaps head back to our room at the inn and salvage what we can from the night.”

“Yes love,” she replied, laughing all the while. It was infectious and I laughed along with her. I admit that I was anxious, but her demeanor calmed me considerably. With her in my corner, I had nothing to fear. Besides, the consolation prize to a decent evening was damned attractive too.

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It had been such a long week. They had been promising each other that they would get together again for weeks. It just seemed to never work out. Their schedules had clashed at every turn. And it looked like this weekend wasn’t going to work out as well. Something was going to have to give way or she was going to go crazy with need for him.

The temperatures this week hadn’t helped either. The days had been sweltering and the nights weren’t much better. If she were going to be dripping, she’d much prefer it to have something to do with the extra workout she could be having from making love to him. At least that would be worth all the sweating. But instead she had woken up each morning with the sheets sticking to her, needing a shower before she could even think about getting dressed. It was fortunate that she never wore anything to sleep in. By morning it would have been drenched as well.

Today promised to be just as hot as the rest of the week had been, with no relief in sight. At least she only had to work half of it. She’d put in enough extra time this week to allow her to take the afternoon off. There were a few things she needed to pick up on her way home and then she planned to just relax the rest of the day. Anything to get some respite from the heat. At least her apartment would be cool. Her electric bill was probably going to be outrageous, but she was determined to at least be cool in her own home.

She finished up the last of her work and then made her way to the car. The errands didn’t take long and she soon found herself nearing her apartment building.

Just as she was driving into her parking space, she saw her neighbor coming out of the building. He didn’t look very happy. The heat must be getting to him as well, she thought. She opened her window to speak to him and was greeted with a look of exasperation.

“Don’t even think about getting out of your car!” He called out to her. “You don’t want to set foot out of the cool you have in there.”

“But, Steve, I’ll just be a few minutes until I can be inside. It’s cool in my place. I make sure of that!” she told him.

“Well, you might try to keep it cool, but there’s nothing you can do if the system fails. And that’s what happened today. The landlord said something about overload. Too many people trying to keep it too cool. So the whole thing just shut down. There’s been no air since early this morning. He said it should be fixed by tonight though.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair. It was obvious that he had spent his day in anything but a cool apartment.

That’s just great, she thought. An entire afternoon to herself and nothing but a sweltering apartment to come home to. She couldn’t stand the idea of sitting in the heat inside. And not even the thought of trying to endure the heat out in the pool would help. The temperatures lately had rendered the pool water almost unbearable as well. So now what?

“Thanks, Steve, for the warning. I think I’ll just find myself somewhere else to spend the rest of my day then. I hope you manage to find someplace cool as well.” She put her window up, hoping her car air conditioning would catch up again and cool her off once more. Now she had to think. Where could she go for the rest of the day? Shopping was not the answer. And just sitting at a coffee shop was not appealing either. There had to be something!

That’s when the thought hit her. The perfect place to spend the afternoon. She hadn’t been there since…hmmmm…since last spring, when he had surprised her that beautiful afternoon in May. He had picked her up early for their date. All he would tell her was to bring a blanket and a towel. She had been extremely curious about where he was taking her. When they got near their destination, he had told her to close her eyes and not open them until he told her she could. That made her all the more curious!

They finally pulled to a stop and he led her out of the car. They walked a short distance and then he positioned her in a particular direction. Then he told her she could open her eyes.

There before her was the most magnificent sight she had ever seen. Travesti They were standing next to a small lake that was surrounded on three sides by huge boulders and trees. It was fed by a beautiful waterfall that fell smoothly over the rocks. The water was a deep azure blue and the water droplets that splashed up below the falls twinkled in the sunlight. Wildflowers grew all along the banks of the lake. Their fragrance was soft and their colors reflected in the water. She could not believe there could be such a perfect place such a short distance from the turmoil of the city.

They had spent the afternoon there, just enjoying the sound of the rushing water and the soft smells. He had also made such sweet, passionate love to her there by the bank of the lake. The soft spring grass was the perfect bedding for their lovemaking. She could not remember a more beautiful day spent anywhere else in her life.

So now that was where she decided she would go. Perhaps there would be a breeze across the lake and, with the shelter of the rocks and trees, it was bound to be much cooler there, even at this point in the summer. It was strange, but she seemed headed in that direction even before she remembered it existed. It must have been there in her memory all along. She found herself smiling at the thought of being there again. She only wished he could be there to share the afternoon with her.

As she drove around the last curve, she realized she was holding her breath. It was as though she was worried it might not be there. That it had all been something she had dreamt. But in the very next moment she expelled the air she had been holding inside her as her eyes beheld what she had been looking for. If possible it was even more breathtaking than before. It was greener now, and the flowers had taken over everywhere. The trees had their full complement of leaves now and there was a breeze rustling them slightly. The only thing that could have made it a more idyllic spot would have been a huge white swan floating across the surface of the lake.

She stopped the car and reached into the back for the blanket she always carried, just in case it was needed. She also grabbed the book she had in her bag. Might as well take the opportunity to read some of it. Normally she never took the time to read even though she loved to do so. There were always too many other things to get done. But today all of that was pushed aside. This was going to be her afternoon. To do just what she wanted.

As she walked toward the water’s edge, she dropped her things next to a tree. Slipping off her shoes along the way, she felt the coolness of the grass on her bare feet. When she reached the water she stuck her toes in to check the temperature. She was amazed at how good it felt. She stepped in a little further. After the heat of the city, this was heaven. Looking around, she realized she was totally secluded from the outside world. He had told her very few people even knew this place existed. That was enough for her at that moment.

She walked back over to where she had dropped her things and began to slip out of her clothes. Her blouse had been sticking to her back from the heat. The only thing she could think of right then was how good it was going to feel to let the water slide over her skin and cool her down. Once she dropped the last of her clothing, she looked around once more, feeling just a bit unsure. But the coolness of the water beckoned her on, and she slowly began to walk into the water.

Heaven. That was all she could think of. It was so wonderful to feel the cool water easing away the heat. She moved slowly, not wanting to rush the process, allowing the water to very slowly move around her body. It was very sensuous. Almost like a lover caressing her skin. She found herself moving her hands along her body. Allowing her own hands to become the hands of her lover, stroking her breasts. Lightly pinching her nipples. One hand moving downward to find that one place that warmed even more with her touch. She slowed her progress into the water as it reached her thighs. Her thoughts had taken her to the point Ankara Travesti that she felt she had to seek a release.

As she continued to caress her breasts with one hand, the fingers of her other hand slipped inside her. She moaned as they began to move in and out. In her mind, it was her lover making such sweet love to her, not her own fingers. She began to remember the time before when they were here. He had been so gentle with her and had brought her to such an exquisite climax. And now he was doing it all over again. She could feel her muscles begin to shudder and then, like an explosion, she was swept along with the passion that rushed through her body. Her whole body shook from the power of this orgasm. She couldn’t believe how strong it was. Never had she experienced anything quite that forceful.

As her body calmed a little, she bent over to put her hands into the water, bringing them up and allowing the water to flow down across her breasts. The coolness made her nipples harden even more. She started to move deeper into the water, when she heard a slight noise from behind her. Startled, she turned her head in the direction of the bank. What she saw brought an intake of breath and a smile to her lips. Hardly believing her eyes, she blinked once and looked once again. But he still was there. How had he managed to be here…now…and how had he gotten there without her having heard his approach? As she started to move toward him, she heard him call out, “Stop! Don’t move!”

She didn’t understand what he wanted. She just wanted to go to him. To assure herself that he really was there. But he continued to hold out his hand, motioning her to stay where she was. “I just want to hold that image for a little longer,” he told her. “You are the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He stood on the bank just looking at her. The afternoon sun was glinting off the water and seemed to give a glow all around her. “I want you to turn around and face the other direction. Don’t turn back around and don’t react to any sounds you might hear. Just stay like that for a few minutes,” he told her. The words seemed to come out haltingly, as though he had difficulty getting them out.

She knew what he wanted and decided to give him a good show. She turned around and moved just a little deeper into the water. As she moved, she seductively let her hands move back to her hips and stroked her buns slowly up and down. The water was just to the top of her thighs and she dropped her fingertips down and swirled the water, sending ripples all around her body.

He watched her for a few moments and then started ripping his clothes off as fast as possible. But as he entered the water, he made sure to make no sound. The need to be next to her was growing with every step.

Just as she thought she could stand it no longer and started to turn, she felt his hands on her shoulders. She only jumped slightly. The feel of his soft hands was exquisite. He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, “I always wanted to make love to a beautiful mermaid, and here you are.” She moaned softly as his left hand moved around to caress her breast and the other dropped down to her stomach. He pulled her close to his body. The feel of his body next to hers took her breath away. She still couldn’t believe he was actually there.

He slowly turned her around, placing his fingers under her chin, tipping her face up to his. He kissed her softly, tasting her lips, then letting his tongue gently push between them. She moaned again as his tongue swept into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her as the kiss grew more intense. He loved the taste of her and wanted more.

She managed to slip her arms up and around his neck. This brought her breasts in full contact with his chest. She moved her body slightly from side-to-side, letting her hardened nipples brush against him. His sharp intake of breath told her it had excited him even more.

He began to move them into deeper water and the buoyancy of the water allowed him to easily lift her up. Her legs wrapped around him and he supported her with İstanbul Travesti his hands on her buns, massaging them gently. He lifted her just a bit higher and then let her slide down onto him. The warmth of her as she surrounded him made him gasp. She threw her head back and moaned as he started to move in and out of her.

He kissed her neck and groaned as he pulled back again. “As good as this is, I think I want more. I want to be able to feel more of you and have you able to respond more to me.” The need that she saw in his eyes was intense and she knew it only mirrored her own needs at the moment.

“Let’s find out if the grass is as soft as it was last time. I have a blanket. I’m sure it will be perfect.” As she said the words, he kissed her mouth once more and then allowed her to slide back down until she was standing. She moved ahead of him slightly and as they moved farther out of the water he watched as her hips appeared at the surface of the water. She slowed her walk and let her hands caress her buns just a bit and looked back at him. She watched his tongue lick his lips as he saw what she was doing. Just as he started to reach out to pull her back to him again, she laughed and pulled away, running toward the bank. He ran after her, overtaking her quickly, and grabbed her arms. They slipped down to the ground and he pulled her down on top of him.

“You are a little devil! You knew exactly what that was going to do to me!” He laughed and kissed her neck. His hands began to roam down her body until they found what they wanted. He squeezed her buns with each hand, massaging them slowly. He kissed her mouth firmly and then rolled her over onto her back. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled. “I would love to give you a massage that you would never forget. However, you have me needing you so badly I can think of nothing more than being inside you again.” With that he raised his hips and placed his cock just at her entrance. Her legs opened more and he once again slowly slid inside her. Her heat was exquisite as it enveloped him.

Their moans mingled as she felt him begin to move in and out of her. Her need for him was just as strong and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. The feel of him thrusting into her was better than she ever experienced before. She heard someone cry out, then realized it was herself; the feelings were so intense she could not hold back her gasps. Then she felt her body building up to that point of release. She almost wanted to will it to hold back, to lengthen the time of anticipation, but she knew it was impossible. She cried out to him, “Now, my darlin’, now!”

He had known she was at the peak. Her muscles had tightened so around him he thought she would never release him. It was sending him over the edge as well. When he heard her cry out he thought he had hurt her, but then realized it was a cry of shear pleasure. Just as she cried out “Now” he felt his own release building up. He thrust his hips harder against her and they both exploded in a climax that left them both gasping for breath.

She pulled him down on top of her, not wanting to let the moment pass too quickly. They lay there wrapped in each other’s arms. Kissing him tenderly, she looked into his eyes, seeing such a look of love that her own eyes filled with tears. He had managed to come to her and fulfill every dream she could ever have. There could never be anything better than what they had shared today in this place.

“I still don’t understand something. How did you manage to come here today? How did you know I was here? No one knew I was coming, not even me until I was almost here!” Her eyes now were wide with wonder.

He smiled, “That’s the strangest thing. I was trying to get some work done and I kept having this memory of this place pop into my head. No matter how hard I tried to put it aside, it kept tugging at my mind. I finally realized I wasn’t going to be able to accomplish anymore work, so I just hopped in my car and drove out here.” He grinned at her again, “I guess you were calling out to me, my dear.”

She loved the thought that she could have such an effect on him and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. She started to get up, but he pulled her back to him. This time the kiss was not on the cheek, nor as tender. When he finally let go of her mouth, he whispered, “Next time will be even better!”

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