Laney’s Deflowering Pt. 02

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When Julie and Nadia got home, Tony could see the excited gleam in Julie’s eyes, yeah, she was primed for it. Nadia made herself scarce, heading to her room, she had been their daughter long enough to get out of the way when Mom and Dad were horny. They were pretty loud, and she’d have the buds in her ears, listening to her iPod while they got down to it.

In the bedroom, Julie shimmied out of her clothes, she stripped Tony down, took to her knees, and nursed at the head of his cock, before sliding her mouth down, until he was totally wrapped up in the heat of her wet mouth.

As her head bobbed back and forth, Tony had a vision of Laney on her knees, sucking his cock, his hot little niece in the classic subservient cocksucker position. He looked forward to taking care of that virginity, soon.

Julie released his dick and jumped on the bed, spreading her legs and urging him on.

“Cock, cock, need that cock to fuck me NOW,” Julie growled.

In just a few moments, she let out a loud moan as he drove in his prick, she was furnace hot, slick with juices, she wasn’t kidding when she said she was so horny she couldn’t see straight. He rode her hard, which inflamed her lust even more, Julie’s squeals, cries, and groans of pleasure filled the bedroom as Tony power fucked her pink hole.

As his hot little niece Laney had predicted, all he could see as he fucked his wife was the way he had fucked Laney, shearing through the tight virginity of her 18-year-old pussy, deflowering her incredibly sexy body. He could feel his balls start to churn.

Julie was a mass of writhing lust, mmmm, her husband was Tony the Tiger tonight, and she crested to three orgasms, shrieking and howling, and Tony roared as his dick reached the release point, and as he visualized the way Laney had looked as he flooded her tight, teen cunt, he blasted his hot, creamy payload, inundating Julie’s cervix with a thick, juicy rush of hot spunk.


The next day, Tony was coming in from a grocery run, when Julie met him at the door.

“Hey baby, how’d you like to go to a family barbeque next Saturday? My sister Jill just invited us over. She said it was Laney’s idea. I took the liberty of saying yes, I hope you don’t mind.”

Tony was happy to agree. Laney’s idea, mmm-hmm. Tony was willing to bet that sweet little Laney also had an idea to get together with him, a private corner where they could spend some time, and relieve her of her cock sucking virginity. Again, he had another vision of Laney, naked and on her knees in the classic subservient cocksucker position, ready to have his cock take her mouth virginity.

Thinking about it had brought a stiff erection, and Julie saw it, she never wanted to let a hard cock go unsatisfied. With Nadia out with her friends, they were soon naked in the center of the living room, sucking each other wildly. Just before the explosion, Julie pulled off, spread herself out, and grunted, “Now, fuck me now, finish off both our passions!”

Tony quickly did so, plunging in with the full length, letting out a loud growl as he bottomed out, his balls smacked her ass. He couldn’t resist it, and as she started to fuck Julie, his mind cued up his hot fuck with his sweet niece Laney. With that mental fodder, he really picked it up, powerfucking Julie’s cunt, driving into her with all he had.

Julie was taking everything he had, loving the power-packed plunges. A part of her mind was wondering, why Tony had gotten so excited just after she mentioned her sister Jill’s upcoming barbeque planes. She wondered if Tony was turned on by Jill, ever did any fantasizing about fucking her sister. No harm in that, to her, the thinking was not the same as doing. She did wonder, however, what it would be like to watch her husband fucking her sister. Jill was very doable, and her husband Trevor, always seemed to have a canlı bahis smile of sexual satisfaction. Even though she discounted the idea of Tony and her sister fucking, she couldn’t get the image out of her mind. It drove her arousal up, and she felt orgasm grab her and shake her with teeth-rattling force.

As they exploded, and Julie’s silky cunt rippled around Tony’s cock, bringing that hot rush of spunk to paint her snatch, she didn’t know it was not her sister who got Tony so wound up.


A few hours later, his smartphone let him know that Laney was still primed up.

She texted, “Good day my sweet Uncle. I heard that you and my sister and cousin were happy to accept our invitation to a family barbeque. I hope that you gave your wife a good, hard fuck last night. I gave myself a good hard fucking, my 8-inch dildo got the honors, it’s first fuck. I was not going to use it until my virginity was out of the way. Mmmm, the way I relived in my mind, our glorious fuck, while ramming my needy pussy made me explode!”

I texted back, “Oh yeah baby, flooding your tight little pussy with its first rush of cum, I kept thinking about that all the time I was fucking my wife!”

Her reply, “Mmmm, that makes me so wet! Saturday, I want to suck that big cock, and get my mouth virginity removed. We’ll find a way, a nice quiet corner, or even better, take a walk in the woods behind our house. Lots of big trees, perfect to suck the load right out of your balls! Look forward to seeing you on Saturday. Lots of love from your sweet Laney!”


On Saturday, Tony did his best to appear calm, when he saw Laney, he immediately visualized her on her knees, slurping all over his dick.

It only took a little time, before Laney gave him a look and it was a non-visual prompt. Jill and Julie were happily discussing their lives, and Nadia was in the patio hot tub with her Uncle Rob, enjoying the hot, bubbling water.

Tony mused, “Think I’ll take a walk before dinner.”

Jill said, ”Laney, why don’t you go with Uncle Tony, and show him the nice woods we have? Got the whole land parcel for a really low price, we like having some forest, like our own private nature reserve.”

Laney smiled and cooed, “Wait up Uncle Tony.”

She came towards him. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a white T-Shirt that said Property of Alcatraz, with a silkscreen of the prison just below the slogan. Tony could see the excited gleam in her eyes.

She slid her arm through the crook of his elbow and said. “Let’s go, Uncle!”

They followed the path that led into the woods, and she was leading the way. It only took a minute, before she stopped, and whispered, “Right here!”

She grinned, and she started to strip, saying, “This is the perfect spot. We can’t see the house, so they can’t see us. I staked this out, so we would have no missteps.”

Down to just her tight red thong panties, she reached behind a tree, leaning against a tree was a bag, she took out a blanket and shook it out. Laying it at his feet, she shimmied out of her panties and gave him a lust-filled smile.

“I want the whole treatment, being in the proper subservient cock sucking position, and naked for your visual pleasure.”

She picked up her panties, and cooed, “Would you like to sniff my panties, honey?”

Tony was spellbound, he nodded, and her red thong was under my nose, she purred, “Sniff it, smell how hot I am, Uncle.”

The scent of her hot spicy juices patterning the crotch of her panties drove Tony up like a rocket, she looked down, seeing his tent pitch, giving him another eager grin.

“Oh yeah, that’s for me!”

In a few moments, she was on her knees, Tony looked down, enjoying the sight of his sweet 18-year-old niece eager to suck him off. Her hand lightly gripped his cock, pulling down the foreskin, he saw her bahis siteleri head come forward, and when he felt her mouth slip over just the head of his cock, it brought a groan of pleasure from him as her hot wet tongue circled, tickling at the sensitive underside of his glans.

Laney looked up, meeting his eyes, then Tony felt her head move, hot wetly sucking lips sliding down his cock, until she swallowed him whole, he felt his balls bounce against her chin. He grunted, fuck that felt nice. She pulled back and drove forward again, for a first-time cocksuck, she was incredible. She knew how to suck cock very well, as she was deep throating him on every thrust. She put her hands around his ass cheeks, almost like she was holding him in position while she gave him the best blowjob he had ever had. Her tight, true cocksucker lips gripped him with a tight cling, her mouth a swirling hot vortex, tongue swirling around his prick on every plunge. Tony looked down at her blonde head bobbing back and forth, he could see his cock shaft, shiny wet, appear them disappear between the tight grip of her crimson lips.

My niece is sucking my cock, I’m going to flood her mouth with a loud of incestuous spunk, ran through Tony’s mind, and when he felt a hand around his balls, squeezing gently, that did it.

“Gonna cum baby, fuck FUCK!”

She sucked harder, and his cock went off, Laney felt her mouth filled with the first two spunk laden pulses, she swallowed quickly and continued to milk at his dick, this time, less forceful shots, mmmm, they settled all over her tongue, she loved the taste, and she nursed at his prick, wanting every delicious drop.

When she released him, she looked up, smiled, and he could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed every drop.

“Mmmm, that was so yummy! How did you like it Uncle, did you enjoy taking my mouth virginity? I sure did!”

“Laney, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had!”

Laney smiled and said, “I wanted it to be good. I’ve been practicing, giving blowjobs to my dildo. I didn’t want to fumble around and give you a bad blowjob, I wanted to know what to do. And I think I learned well!”

She stood up, and before she could reach for her clothes, Tony said, “Not just yet, baby.”

Taking to his knees, he gently nudged her legs a little wider apart, and said, “One good oral deserves another.”

“Oooh, my sweet Uncle, this will be my first time getting my pussy licked! Virginity I hadn’t even thought of!”

Tony was looking up at the sweet triangle, covered with a sparse, wispy bush of blonde, her crimson furrow was visible, the lips were slick and wet. Her scent wafted over him, that unmistakable scent of very aroused teen pussy, he was going to enjoy this.

Tony as an old pro at licking a hot pussy, he’d been hooked on carpet munching since his first time, when he’d licked Ellen, the 18-year-old neighbor’s daughter, when he was home from college. He started to kiss along the pink, slick lips, bringing mmmm’s of pleasure from Laney. Encouraged, his tongue came out, and he started delicate licks along the pink seam, tasting the juices that were bubbling up. Eager for the full-on taste of Laney in heat, he brought his fingers up, gently parting Laney’s lips, and slid his tongue inside as deep as possible, letting his tongue wriggle around the smooth tunnel of Laney’s fuck-hole.

“Mmmm, oh yes, feels so good, keep licking me Uncle Tony, it feels amazing.”

Tony felt a huge rush of fresh juices cover her tongue, he got a full-on taste of Laney’s musky sap. The spicy, musky taste made him hunger for more. Tony pushed his face up tight against Laney’s pussy, and ate her ravenously. He was eating the tight teen cunt he had fucked a week ago, that thought made his prick stiffen quickly, the lust gripping him was crimson red. Eager to make her first pussy licking bahis şirketleri the one to remember, he brought a finger up and speared it into Laney’s dripping pleasure well, searching for the right spot.

Laney was letting out moans of pleasure, god, the sensation of being licked, so concentrated on her pussy was so amazingly good. She purred as she felt a finger slip into her pussy, sliding around and around, it was HOLY FUCK, she felt her Uncle’s finger start rubbing at a spot, she’d heard talk of a G spot, but thought it was something of a myth. Feeling her uncle working over that point, she could feel the building up, god, the feeling was intensely delicious, and she felt her uncle swabbing at her clit at the same time, she was going to explode like a supernova. There was no way she could hold back the vocalizations that started to rise, and she grabbed her shirt and held it against her mouth to muffle her verbal expressions. The rush of orgasm grabbed her, she felt a huge, wrenching spasm fill her pussy, and a shot of her cum gushed out, right into Tony’s face. She screamed into her shirt, another spasm filled her, another rush of juices being expelled, and another scream, her body was pounding as spasms racked her tunnel, and Tony’s face was deluged with the rush of her girl cum.

Tony smiled, he knew from experience with other lovers that it had a big, brilliant, blissful impact on many women. Laney had just discovered it, she was a real squirter, and Tony felt a glow of pride. He had been the one to unlock her ability, and her girl cum covering his face felt like a badge of honor.

Laney looked, saw Tony’s cock had soared back up, and took to her hands and knees, cooing, “Take me, Uncle Tony, let my tight little pussy have its second fuck!”

In a few moments, Laney was moaning as Tony rammed his 8 inches into her. She liked the heady sense, her body, her feminine charms had brought Tony back up, she was eager to take care of that hard stiffness, another pussy stuffing charge of that 8 inches should do nicely.

“Mmmm, mmmm, just like that, ram my pussy, I wanna feel you squirt all over my tight little pussy, I want your hot cum to paint my womb!”

As lust-driven as possible, Tony was happy to do so, gripping her hips and driving in with fierce wet thrusts. The feel of shafting his sweet niece for the second time was just as heady as the first time, her teen tight cunt was gripping at him, making his spunk sizzle.

Laney was racing towards orgasm, she had not come down completely, and the feel of her loving Uncle’s prick taking her like she was his little live sex doll made her body tremble. She felt her Uncle’s hands gently parting her cheeks, then a spit slick finger…OH GOD, it was rubbing right along the tight rim of her virgin asshole. Oh yes, oh fuck, she felt the tingles starting up, she felt her ass cheeks tighten up, then the glorious tumbling sensation.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming!” she squealed, “Yes, oh fuck I’m cumming, fuck me, fuck me, shoot it, squirt it, yes, yes, yes! YES!!”

Tony could feel his cock swelling with a massive urgency. As Laney’s tight, twitching asshole trembled under his fingertip, her tight snatch closed around his cock, pulsing with orgasmic spasms, he drove forward one last time. Laney’s grunt of pleasure rose as he wedged open her cervix, and his cock erupted. Their moans and growls of orgasmic pleasure melded as the silky walls of her tunnel pulsed around his shaft, bringing forth gouts of spunk to fill her pill-protected womb.

They lay sprawled for several minutes, both of them in that glorious afterglow.

Laney cooed, “Two down, and one to go.”

Eventually, they got up and made their way back. Laney took them through the side entrance, so Tony could hurry off to the bathroom, and wash his face down. Laney had really washed spayed a face washing load, and he removed the essence that she had deposited on his face.

At the grill, Laney kept giving him little glances, and secret sexy smiles. They both knew what was coming, and both of them looking forward to it very much.

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There was a distinct feeling of entering one world while leaving another when the heavy wooden doors of the cathedral closed behind her. The thick, stifling New Orleans heat could not penetrate this cool serenity as she deposited her offering with a gentle clinking of coins. Taking the taper in her hand… touching the tiny flame to a candle. Was there anything more comforting? The candle sparked to life to dance with a hundred others. The distinctive scent of cheap wax and incense filling her nostrils, heady, dizzying almost as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the foyer. She could not remember the last time she had entered a church.

She glanced at down at her wrist, taking in the steady ticks of time and cleared her throat with a nervous cough. He had asked that she meet him here at exactly seven. Five minutes till and she stood, alone amidst the flickering candlelight, unsure of whether she should enter the cathedral itself, or wait. She felt ridiculous. The request had unnerved her at the time, and she had seriously considered ignoring it, but the simple white cotton sundress wasn’t expensive, and this was a paying job. Life wasn’t easy in the quarter, especially for a young woman like herself. Wanderlust and promised love had left her with no money, no resources, immersed in this nasty little city where a pretty girl was as much as part of the menu as any other simple pleasure in the Big Easy. Three minutes… She ventured a few steps towards the inner sanctum, her fingers curling around the massive brass handle. The door gave way, just enough to peer inside as her eyes softened , her lips parting in a silent circle of surprise.

The opulence of it made her feel dirty somehow, irreverent, as she stepped into the room to take a proper look. Pale blue eyes misted with admiration… the red velvet, the gold embellishments sparkling in the evening sun. The magic of twilight had brought the stained glass panels to life, and the faces of saints sneered down at her, as if to demand the reason for her presence. One unconscious step backwards and she felt her body meet with something solid, but very much alive. Her gasp brought a low chuckle from his lips as she whirled around, startled. As he clasped her hand in his, she barely heard the greeting, managing to smile at the pleasantries as she took an instinctive step back and exhaled slowly. “I’m glad to see you’re on time, Chere.” He paused for a moment to boldly take in her appearance with a critical eye, then nodded his approval. ” Bein…the dress is perfect. Lose the shoes. I think bare feet will make for a more poignant photograph.” He walked past her and set the black bag and tripod on the floor, kneeling to rummage through it as he continued to issue directives. She remained silent, somewhat taken aback, then assumed this was simply how it was done. She had never posed before, so she shrugged and slipped off her shoes, reminding herself that he was the professional. He attached a lens, not bothering to look up as that soft, gravelly voice echoed through the vastness of the empty room. “Take down your hair…and here…” A handkerchief floated through the air, flying at her face as he continued to rummage through fresh rolls of film. “Clean your face…I want simple, natural… moving…not the contrite tramp.”

The handkerchief clutched in white knuckles, she bit back her retort and brought it to her lips, moistening the edge with her tongue. She quickly realized that this was not going to be effective as she choked out a request for directions to the ladies room, barely able to contain her anger. He rose to his feet, an amused smile curling the edge of his mouth as he pointed nonchalantly to the basin in the corner. Her gasp made him laugh outright, the echoes of it making her cheeks flush scarlet as she shook her head. “I can’t! That’s the holy fount…it would be wrong!” He took a step forward, erasing the space between them with a simple stride and grinned.

“It’s water, Chere, we’re here to do a job, and I’d like to get started before we lose the light.” Her sigh seemed to amuse him even more. She relaxed her shoulders in a simple gesture of resignation as she walked towards the basin and dampened the edge of the cotton, bringing it to her face. Quickly, she managed to remove the last traces of color, revealing pale, flawless skin, slightly reddened with her efforts…and the knowledge that he was watching her every movement. She was vaguely aware that he had brought the camera up to eye level, peering at her through this black box that half hid his smile. His whisper echoed like a wave you can hear in a shell, almost a hiss. “Don’t move…right there…now dip your hands in the water. No, no Chere, don’t look at me…yes…that’s it… splash the water on your face. Doesn’t that feel wonderful?” The steady clicks brought a new flush to her cheeks as her gestures mirrored his every command…it was so wrong, so irreverent…but she was determined to pose like a professional. She had bragged to her friends about güvenilir bahis the job, the dreams she had of this session opening doors in her life, and that was enough to garner her obedience.

The water trickled in rivulets down her throat as she brought handfuls up, bathing her face in the sacred. Her dark hair unbound, cascading around her like a halo…the damp fabric clinging to her shoulders, just hinting at the pink skin beneath as the water collected in that cleft between her breasts. He murmured his approval, coaxing her, directing her, until she felt that almost hypnotic trance. The steady clicking, the whispers, she couldn’t help but feel strangely aroused as her skin erupted into little pinpricked shivers, betraying her excitement. The clicks stopped suddenly, the spell near broken as he motioned for her to come closer. She brushed her hair from her eyes, walking to where he stood and the momentary pause seemed an eternity before he spoke. “Beautiful, Chere…now I want you to come with me. No, no…the wet is good…just what I want for the next shot.” She followed his footsteps…arching a brow as the creaky confessional door was gently pushed aside. He gestured for her to enter, seeming to thoroughly enjoy her discomfort as he refused to move aside, making her breasts brush against him as she passed. The touches of pink high in her cheeks elicited a low chuckle as he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. “Relax, Bebe. I know you’re uncomfortable but this will be a spectacular shot. You are so beautiful, Chere, just breathe…lose yourself in it. Don’t be afraid of enjoying it lovely, I am a professional, I assure you.” She felt her shoulders relax some, reassured by his laughter, and found herself smiling back, amused at her own reluctance. Her laugh tinkled through the chamber like bells, widening his smile as she nestled back into the bench of the confessional. She looked up into his eyes, unsure of how to pose and he found himself staring; the way her hair framed her sweet face, those blue eyes searching his, the way she trapped that full pink lip between her teeth when she was nervous. Beautiful. Charming. His eyes closed for just a moment, relishing the way his body was responding to this sexy slip of a girl.

The darkness of the confessional was only broken by the slightest beams of filtered light; thin, dust-laden rays that seemed to make her skin glow in his eyes. As she snuggled back into the furthest corner of the tiny, cramped space, his pulse began to quicken. She looked so small there, trapped almost, the fragility of pale smooth skin and the whiteness of her dress cut a startling oblique in the blackness. Her eyes were so wide, so trusting as she moved to fit his every directive. It aroused him, and he found himself curiously amused with himself. He had taken so many photographs. So many young, fresh faces eager to pose for him, and he was typically oblivious to their charms. This was his art. Why was this one so different? God it felt so good, that familiar swelling, that familiar ache. He lowered his voice to mask the growl in it, whispering his directives with a tone of command that made her pulse begin to race. “Goooood, Chere…now prop on leg up on the bench. Bein… perfect…yes, lean back….slide your skirt up for me.” Her eyes widened at this last and she sat bolt upright, a tinge of fear to her expression as her lips parted to protest. His whisper soothed her. She was still wary, but she leaned back once more. “Ahhh, do not be afraid of being sexy, Chere. You ARE sexy. We’re making art here gorgeous. I explained there would be some nudity and you agreed, remember?” Her silent nod and the color that sprung to her cheeks only served to fuel his desire. As she propped her leg up once more, sliding her skirt high…higher, exposing just a hint of the simple cotton panties beneath, he found himself struggling for control. The overwhelming desire to take her right then made him clench his jaw for a moment, reminding himself how this slow seductive game would result in what could easily be his most powerful work ever.

An audible, sharp inhalation of breath marked her surprise as he reached forward and slid the strap of her dress down over her shoulder to let it hang loose against her arm. His eyes narrowed a bit, the blaze in them unmistakable as he slid the loose fabric aside, baring one breast to the filtered light. The beams from the tiny chamber adjoined left a wonderful pattern of tiny cross shadows across her highlighted skin. Perfect…the image was going to be perfect. The artist in him took over and he noticed the hint of shame in her eyes. This was going to be a beautiful shot. His lips pursed in frustration as he noticed her nipple, still soft and smooth. That would never do for the concept he wanted. Her soft, shocked yelp made him croon gentle replies, soothing her as he wet his fingers with his tongue, and slowly teased her exposed nipple to life. As he rolled that sweet bit of tortured flesh between his fingers, hardening türkçe bahis it, pulling at it gently, her eyes widened then closed to slits. She was lost to it now. She knew that this was just the artist wanting his perfect image, but her arousal felt electric, like a direct line through the center of her being. The unmistakable musk scent of her sex made her face burn crimson. She knew he could smell it. Silence only heightened the sensations as he stepped back once more, and the stream of clicks began.

A captured moment in time, one after the other, as the shutter clicked over and over, and the river of whispers washed over her, taking her to the place he needed her to be. “Mmmmmmmmm perfect, Chere. Yes, lean back…a bit more…close your eyes angel. Sooo beautiful.” His voice had deepened, an edge of rawness to it that only added to her excitement. “Beautiful girl, you have the most wonderful skin… slide your skirt a bit higher. There….yes, that’s it love…I need to see. Are you excited, Chere?” Her eyes flew open as he asked, her lip caught between her teeth briefly before stammering her reply. “I…I don’t know. Yes it’s exciting.” Her sigh made his heart race, so enraptured by her struggle to be good in a place she felt she didn’t deserve to be. His voice was gentle, soothing, coaxing as he raised the camera once more. It was so much easier for her when she didn’t see his face. She knew it was for art, not his eyes alone. It became simpler to convince herself to relax when she didn’t feel the burn of his stare. “Lovely. It’s alright to be excited angel…you were made for this. Shhhhhh, it’s alright…I know it’s exciting for you. Yes, let your hand go there. Beautiful.” The steady stream of whispers taking on an urgency, carrying her with it as her fingers slipped inside the hem of her panties, unable to resist letting them test the wetness there…so slippery. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back as a soft moan escaped her lips. “Mmmmmmmmm, yes Bebe….it feels so good…doesn’t it? Yes that’s it love, slip a finger inside…perfect… ah, ahhhh, don’t go over the edge, darling. Hold onto it…keep it…not yet.” Her moans echoed through the confessional as he gently brought the camera down, taking her wrist in his hand. He laced his fingers through hers and just stared for a moment as she caught her breath. My god, so beautiful he thought as his eyes swept over her form. Perfectly disheveled, her dress askew, panties slid to the side and caught there by those sweet, swollen lips. He could see her nipples straining as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing… begging to be touched.

A slow, deep breath, and he helped her to her feet, steadying her as her eyes opened to meet his. Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t resist a wicked urge to see how far she could be pushed. His grin brought a fresh flush to her cheeks. She was so embarrassed. This man was a professional and here she was, submitting to some base animal instinct…in a church no less! She assumed he was amused with her antics, not aroused, and quickly straightened the hem of her dress, sliding the material back up over her exposed breast. The guilty expression and her pursed lips thrilled him as he took another deep breath, determined to be casual and push her further. He left her there suddenly, changing rolls of film as he chattered, walking towards the front of the church. Her slow footsteps as she followed betrayed the confusion she felt. She stopped mid-step as he called out over his shoulder. ” Don’t fuss over your dress, Chere. For this shot, I need you to remove it completely. Leave your panties on…well come on! The light is perfect… let’s not waste it.” She finally had to protest, her voice cracking with unspent passion as she explained her reluctance. He turned, with an exasperated sigh and stalked towards her, down the aisle, taking her hand and leading her back towards the front. His voice was patient, but she could hear the tinge of agitation to it.

“Look, Bebe. I take erotic photographs of beautiful women. I understand your faith and respect it, but I did hire you for this job, and you have been paid part upfront. Now unless you want to return my money and call it a day, I need you to relax and trust me. This is going to be my strongest work ever, Chere…and you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can easily find another girl.” His voice lowered a bit as he noticed her pained expression, reaching to brush a tendril from her forehead. “I’d rather have you.”

Her deep breath signaled her acquiescence as his hand freed both straps from her shoulders, one at a time, letting her dress slip from her body to pool at her feet. He took her hand as she stepped from it, her arms instinctively crossed over her breasts as the color rose in her cheeks. He chuckled to himself as he shook his head, gently grasping her wrists and set her arms at her sides. “I love that you blush, Chere. You do not have to be embarrassed. Your body is beautiful. Your face is beautiful. Are you ready güvenilir bahis siteleri now, Bebe?” An audible sigh and a nod, and he knew she was ready to continue. The directions came quickly, not like before. She found herself immersed in the commands, quickly shifting from pose to pose as the shutter clicked and his voice became more impassioned, excited…thrilled at the concepts racing through his mind. She knelt, breasts bared and tongue extended with a communion wafer placed just at the edge. She draped herself over the end of a bench, clinging to a hymnal as the shutter clicked away. Faster, changes, more changes. She struggled to keep up with his ideas as they both raced to capture the evening light. Finally he set the camera aside and took her hand, leading her to the stone altar at the front. She pulled back, trying to release her hand from his grasp as he laughed. “Still trying to fly, Chere? These are so powerful…so perfect. Only a little while longer dear and we’ll be done.” She closed her eyes for a moment, reminding herself of the money, the relief of not having to scrape out a living this month and took a deep, bracing breath. Her body was so pale, and the evidence of her excitement evident as she allowed herself to be led forward.

He had managed to calm himself long enough to get the shots he wanted. Now he knew for the more intense, shocking images he would have to break her reluctance, and the idea made his breath catch in his throat. He led her by the hand, the gentle, crooning whispers returning as he stopped in front of the enormous stone slab. Her knees were pressed to it, standing in front of it as he moved to the opposite side, holding out his hands for hers. As she slipped her hands into his, he smiled, pulling her arms forward, making her bend over the altar. Her protests died in her throat as he murmured encouragement, posing her perfectly. Her arms stretched forward, her body elongated, pulled taut over the stone. Prone. Beautiful. Her face tilted to the side, she could make out the statue of Mary in the background and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. The eyes of the saints burned through her soul as she felt her nipples hardening against the coldness of the stone. Her guilt was quickly replaced by surprise as she felt his hand on the small of her back, his reassuring whispers making her muscles go lax as he slid her panties lower… until they rested between her knees. She was completely exposed to his eyes now and she couldn’t resist allowing a little moan to escape her lips. God, this felt like a lover’s touch…but he was a professional photographer and the frustration coursing through her body showed clearly in her expression. A bemused chuckle sent little shivers down her spine as she heard the clicking begin. As soon as it had begun, it stopped. She began to rise for her next pose when his hand pressed her down, centered on her back, holding her there. She knew he could feel the ragged edge to her breathing and opened her mouth to reply when his whispers began in earnest.

She felt his breath, hot against her ear, thick with passion as he directed her to stay still. “Ma Chere, I know you’re aroused and I know it’s misery.” She moaned aloud as his free fingers slid her panties down…. over her ankles… letting them drop soundlessly before gently coming to rest on her ass, making her eyes widen. “It’s exciting me too, love. You’re so beautiful. Let me please you Chere.” Her whimpers echoed around them as she felt his hands leave her back, parting her legs suddenly as he began to massage her inner thighs in slow, masterful strokes that left her gasping. As she tried to utter one final protest, she heard the distinctive sound of his belt being loosened…that seductive metallic hiss of a zipper being lowered. She knew she wanted this as much as he did. His hands began sliding over her skin, up, over her back and down her sides, caressing the body he had been desperate for all evening. As she felt him nestled between her legs, the hair on his thighs tickling hers, she knew that there was no turning back now. The delicious heat emanating from her body drew a moan from his lips as he continued to slide one hand over her silky skin, whispering to her, just as if the shoot had continued… directing her as his other hand caressed his own hardness. “Mmmmmmmmm love…your skin is so soft. Do you like the way I touch you? Yes, that’s it angel, arch your back for me. Ahhhh yes Chere, that’s it…mmmm is this what you want? ” She felt that electric shock course through her body as he teased her, just touching the tip to her most sensitive skin…torturing her…delighting in her moans as she writhed on the stone for him. Her hands gripped the edge of the altar so tightly he could see the whitening of her knuckles and smiled to himself. She wanted this as much as he did. He knew she did. When he leaned forward to place the sweetest, gentlest kiss on her back, she relaxed, mewling like a kitten at his soothing whispers. She was melting into the moment before his hands found her hips, startling her with the ferocity of it as he pressed that pulsing hardness against her, testing her, smiling as he found that last bit of reluctant tightness and drove himself inside in one smooth, solid stroke.

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Elspeth swept her hands down over the sodden skirt of her beach dress and began to stroll towards the cabin; watched as Guy swam to keep pace with her slow, reflective progress; her course meandering in and out of the soft tumble of the surf; her gaze his way, but her lips not giving voice to what she now thought; of them sharing these few, precious, moments together while they had the opportunity to do so.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to swim?’ she heard him call out, the happy lightness in his voice impossible to ignore.

She really shouldn’t be doing this, but his attentiveness charmed her; she needed that most of all. Her son-in-law was only too aware of her troubled marriage; and he…he sought some solace for what was playing out in his. Her daughter, Melanie, made no secret of it and the drag on her social life of having borne a daughter. Being here on holiday, in Florida, had tempered Melanie’s behaviour towards him; a clever young man on a successful career path as a lawyer.

Guy stood waist deep in the surf and she took in the look of the man upon her; his teasing ways impossible to ignore and that she conceded to. He was seen to sweep back his tousled sandy brown hair. She saw the flex in his arm muscles; the tightening of his stomach as he had reached up.

Why am I now wanting to be with him, she wondered.

They were far enough away from the cabin for the others not to see them and what she felt compelled to do; her senses inflamed at the sight of him and what she knew he sought of her. He had been patient, but had let her know that he was here for her if she needed his company, or a comforting word..

‘Oh, why not…what have I got to lose?’ she said in recognition of what prevailed in her mind. She loved to hear him speak; crack a joke ; act the playful fool for his Jenny. She would see his boyish embarrassment on being caught out, whenever he met her look upon him. What she witnessed made her feel a part of him; the search for normality; the expression of affection; the strengthening of a bond.

‘I need canlı bahis şirketaleri you to take me out of whom I have become…’ she said, knowing no one would hear her.

Melanie and Jenny had long since returned to the cabin and she had time to be in Guy’s company. The others would be unable to see what was playing out between them; that the company of others would soon bring to an end; all that she could discover so impetuously and with Guy’s encouragement.

She dropped her dress, and beach bag, onto the sand and ran back into the sea; tumbled into the water and made her way to him; adjusted the fit of her halter-neck bikini and then her briefs. It flattered her fulsome figure; left nothing to Guy’s imagination of what she could bring to his gaze and touch.

‘Well what’s it to be…lovely Els?’

He asked it softly, on drawing her into his embrace; met the look of wonder in her soft green eyes. They stared out of an unlined almost perfectly oval face, her auburn hair slicked back and fastened in a ponytail. Turquoise ear studs glistened; a matching necklace of baubles hung down onto her cleavage.

He ached to know of her, and Elspeth knew it.

‘Only this…’ she confessed.

Elspeth rose, put her arms impetuously about his neck and met an improbable kiss; behaved brazenly as she felt compelled to respond; to be lifted into his arms and to wrap her legs around his waist; to then know of his kisses to her skin; the press of his lips to the swell of her breasts and their gentle, clamping touch to her nipples; touches that she had all but forgotten could bring such unbounded joy, and the prospect of so much more, from a man…the rush of longing that she knew would go unrequited. She trembled on feeling this brazen, unsolicited, act of homage being paid to her body; moved her hips and pressed against his questing touches, so brazenly pursued and that she wished to know of.

‘I’m lost, Guy…so utterly lost!’ She said it as she raised her face to the sky and languished in his embrace; felt his lips to her skin; canlı kaçak iddaa the rhythmic press of his fingers that sent shivers of longing coursing through her body; aroused the need to move to meet these claims; his hunger for her; Guy’s devotion. ‘I’m so lost in this…wat you’re doing to me!’

‘As I am now…Els. As I am, now…you wonder.’ He lusted after his mother-in-law; a woman who resolutely refused to give in to a debilitating condition; that of arthritis. She withstood its destructive effects with grace; took pride in her appearance and retained a captivating attractiveness in her slender, voluptuous, form. ‘Be close to me…let go of it all…take your mind off everything but us being here.’

They dipped down into the water; their claims upon each other unseen and purposeful.

‘I’m ashamed of what I’m doing, but…but I want you to touch me…just to touch me, please…like this…and…yes…like that…and yes again…yes, there!’

Els held him fiercely; felt his lips on her breasts, through her bikini top, and fingers slowly caress and slowly enter her; the waves making them rise and fall in time with their acts of sharing the moments available to them.

For now, in the soothing and warming waters of the ocean, she felt strangely wanton; would know of it differently; feel the rush of rejuvenation course through her body and she would live for the day and every moment that it offered; surrender to everything that Guy’s lips and fingers brought to her. It was destructive behaviour; disloyal and wanton, but she craved Guy’s homage and attention; yearned to know of loving acts that Ken rarely pursued with her.

Guy’s behaviour now revealed a harsher, sharper, reality to how life had become for her; only too real and different. She sought to pursue every moment of it that she could; embraced him, fiercely, as he began to touch her in ways that had her lose all sense of reason; to shudder in her pleasure and to bask in the love of a different, younger, man for her.

‘Let it all go, Els…let it all go…share canlı kaçak bahis it all with me. You’ve seen how Melanie is with me now and that having Jenny will not change…’

She looked down into his upturned face as he lifted her to make his claims easier to pursue. What he confessed to had entered her consciousness too; how Melanie often spoke of him. His work as a lawyer simply wasn’t enough; the birth of Jenny a hindrance to the life that she had sought to pursue.

But now…

‘I’m lost…lost,’ she gasped once more as she came’ felt the rush of her orgasm course through her body; her shivers making her settle on his fingers; to claps him around his neck and breathe on his skin,

‘Els…Els,’ he whispered as if consoling her for needing him to make her life seem real.

Elspeth felt his lips press against her throat as he gently kissed her skin; as Guy encouraged her to languish in his embrace until her shivers of avowal of all that she had known, and shared with him, slowly ebbed away.

‘I’ve known how it is for you…but just what am I to do? It’s madness that you’ve brought upon me…’

Guy met her startled look, as reality seemed to return, before he eased her from him and they made for the shore, their impetuous tryst at a sudden end. Elspeth’s conscience had prevailed.

He gathered up Elspeth’s clothes and they resumed their stroll through the surf and returned to the cabin; speaking casually and with some distance now to be seen between them.

‘Stay who you were moments ago, please?’ he asked in some bewilderment; believing that she had drawn into herself once more. He had seen it when the pain in her joints drained her of all energy.

‘A woman freed from her prison…her braces and the pain…if only for a few moments…’is that what you mean?’

‘Yes…please do that, for yourself as much as for me.’

She knew again the madness of where he had taken their relationship, or their dealings with each other; yet Elspeth wanted to believe in it; would seek to hold fast the memory of what had been shared with him; his kisses and touches to be seen as acts of homage that had been paid to her.

But the harsher reality of life would soon intrude and her memories, his actions and the considered words from Guy, would have to suffice.


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It’s Just a Checkup, Miss Connor

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-Miss Connor? -a sturdy male voice calls out my name.

-Ahem -I say in a cough- that’s me.

I look up from the magazine I have in my hands, up to the door, and I see a young guy. He’s about 30 and quite attractive.

As I walk into his office, I feel nervous. I haven’t had a visit for so long, I don’t know how to behave.

-Miss Connor, I see this is your first visit? -he asks, as he ruffles through some documents on his desk- I’m Dr Wallace, Simon Wallace.

-Nice to meet you, I’m Tilly. I’m not here for anything special, just the regular checkup.

-Good. -he replies in a low, affirmed tone. I have to admit his voice is very sexy.

As he looks through his papers, he licks the tip of his finger before flipping the page and I take a look at his hands: big, firm and strong.

He looks up and points at the exam table.

-Can you sit here? You don’t need to take anything off for now.

I do as he says, sit on the edge of the bed and rest my hands on my lap. I’m still nervous: I was expecting an old man, or an old woman, but definitely not a hot guy my age. He walks up to me as his gaze meets mine.

-How have you been feeling lately?

-Oh, just fine, really. -I reply in a shaky voice.

-I’m just going to check everything, okay, miss Connor? -as he asks that, he moves a hand up to my neck and feels around. I blush at his touch and feel my face turn red. He feels my arms and my abdomen. He moves his hand to my chest and I sense surprise on his face.

-Your heart’s beating really fast. Why is that? -at the moment he says that, I feel it pumping out of my chest. I ask myself: what is happening, why do I feel like this? And all of a sudden, I feel this same pressure and tightness somewhere other than my chest: down there. Fuck; he’s turning me on, this is so wrong.

-Well, I -the words stumble out of my mouth- I get nervous easily. Sorry.

-Oh Miss Connor, you don’t need to apologize. Do you mind taking your shirt off for me?

Again, I comply with pleasure. When my shirt is off, I notice my nipples are hardened, even through my bra. I hope he doesn’t notice.

He strokes my cheek and smiles.

-Your face feels very warm, are you sure there’s nothing going on with you?

-Yes, Dr Wallace, I… I think I’m doing ok. -at this point, I’m so horny, I can’t even speak correctly.

He puts his hand around my back and touches the clasp of my bra.

-May I? -he asks, signalling he wants to take it off.

-Yes, please do. -I’m güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri starting to shake, I can’t hide it anymore.

The bra comes off, and I feel his hand caressing my abdomen and travelling up to my breast. He cups it gently as he grabs onto my waist with his other hand. Suddenly he squeezes my breast and I let out a small moan.

-Hmm, Miss Connor… I would say you’re feeling quite well.

He continues by slightly spreading my legs and pushing me closer to the edge of the bed. He takes both of his hands, holds my face in between them and kisses my cheek softly. Then, he moves down to my neck and I melt at the touch of his tongue against my skin. In a split second I look down and see a bulge rising under his pants.

-I’m going to ask you to take your jeans off now, okay?

I put my feet on the floor to undo my buttons as I stare at him. He stands still and looks straight back at me. I wiggle my legs out of the jeans and throw them on the floor, left wearing only my lace panties.

-Better now, Dr Wallace? -I say shyly, with a light grin.

-Better. Much, much better. -he says, as he looks me up and down.- Sit again, please.

I get on the exam table again. He leans into me, puts his hand on the back of my neck, holding my head, and whispers:

-Lay down, Miss Connor. On your back.

I do as he says. Then, he puts one hand on my inner thigh and the warmth of his fingers catches me by surprise; I whimper. He squeezes.

Slowly, he raises his hand along my thigh up to my panties. He places his thumb exactly in the center of them and strokes gently. Again, I let out a moan, and when he notices, he smiles and repeats the motion. My body’s trying to move around and spread my legs, and I’m holding back.

As he looks me up and down again, he lifts his hand and slides it under my panties. He drives his middle finger right along the top of my slit and says:

-Hmm, what have we got here?

-What is it, Dr Wallace?

-It looks like you’ve gotten quite wet, Miss Connor.

-Oh, I -before I can say another word, he starts to slide two fingers up and down my wetness, which makes me moan.- I, uhm… Dr Wallace, you-you make me feel so good.

-Do I? That’s lovely to hear… Hmm.

As he moans slightly again, he slides a finger inside me and plays around. I raise my legs and pull my thighs closer, but his firm hand pushes them down again.

-Now, Miss Connor, you have to behave. Keep still, or I’ll have to stop.

-Don’t, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri Dr Wallace, I beg you not to. -I whimper.

As he wiggles his finger in my pussy, he puts another one in and repeats the motion. With his other hand, he squeezes my breast and slightly twists my nipple. I moan again.

-It seems your nipples have hardened…

Then, he moves his hand from my breast to my face. He brushes my cheek and puts his thumb on my lips. Instinctively, I open my mouth and start to suck on it.

-Hmm, just like that, Miss Connor, you’re doing so well.

He continues with some fingers inside me, which is making me wetter by the second. He moves one up to my clit and makes small, gentle, circles. It causes me to suck harder on his thumb and moan again.

Slowly, he slides his fingers out of my panties and his thumb out of my mouth.

-Now, I want you to sit up again. -he says in a firm voice.

I comply. He then grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the exam table, leaving my groin only a few inches away from his. I notice again how hard his is.

-Look at what you’ve done, Miss Connor.

-Oh, Dr Wallace… -I say with a smirk- I knew exactly what I was doing.

I take my hand, lift his shirt a little and caress the skin on his lower abdomen. Then, I slide my fingers under his pants and boxers. His cock feels thick, and most of all, hard. I start to rub up and down on it while looking up at him. As he groans in pleasure, I lean forward. I fill his chest with small kisses and soft licks. He takes his hands, puts them on the back of my neck and head, his fingers between my hair, and raises my face up to his. As I keep stroking him, he kisses me deeply.

-Hmm… You know just what to do. -he says, and smiles.

Then, I take my hand out of his boxers and slide them down, revealing how hard his cock is. I stand up, and he takes a few steps back. I take my panties off, and when I’m about to throw them on the floor, he stops me. He takes them out of my hand, smells them, and moans in pleasure, before dropping them.

I turn around, lean on the exam table and bend over, leaving my ass facing his cock. I look back and give him a mean look.

-What will you do about this, Dr Wallace?

-Miss Connor… -he says, looking at my ass and biting his lip.

All of a sudden he slaps my buttocks and I gasp heavily. By the loud sound it made, I think it’s left my ass red. Then, I feel his two hands grabbing güvenilir bahis şirketleri onto my hips and the head of his cock teasing my pussy, which makes us both moan. He slides it all the way in, only to take it out again immediately. I moan in complaint and he laughs softly. He caresses my back and then puts his cock back in. The sensation of him filling me up overtakes me. He starts to thrust it in and out, at a slow pace but strongly. I grab onto the sheet of the exam table and my breath starts to get heavier. His grip on my skin tightens as both of our moans grow. Then, I feel him leaning over my back, while still inside me. He puts his fingers around my throat gently, without any pressure. But the sheer clutch of his hand on my neck makes me melt. I moan and he laughs again.

-Oh, you like that, Miss Connor? -he says playfully.

-Dr Wallace, I’m yours. Yours.

He slides out of me and turns me around, making me face him. He picks me up, holding me by my ass and thighs. Then, he slides me down on his hard cock again as I open up. He leaves my weight to rest on the exam table. He starts filling my face with wet kisses, and continues with the hard thrusts into me.

-Miss Connor, if we carry on like this, I’ll fill you up.

-Oh, please do. I want to feel it inside me. -I say, moaning.

He carries on, pushing his cock into me, as he holds me closely. I hear him breathe and groan into my ear, louder as every second passes. He cums, deep inside me. As I feel his hot load warming my insides, he kisses me again. He takes his cock out of me and gets his breath back.

I try to get off the table, but he stops me.

-Now, Miss Connor, do you really think we’ve finished? No, no. Get back on the table.

I sit again. He gets on his knees in front of me, on the floor, and leans into my pussy. He puts his tongue on the inside of my lips and licks around my soaking wet slit. I put my hand on his head to push him harder against me as I start moaning louder. He kisses my clit, licks it, sucks on it. And before I know it, I cum. I cum so hard that my thighs pull closer, pressing against his head, they shake, and I try to hold back my screams.

He stands up, licks his lips clean and leans in for a kiss.

-Well, Miss Connor, I think this concludes your visit. The checkup was good, I don’t seem to find any problems.

-Yes, Dr Wallace… -I try to say as I recover my breath.- Thank you.

He quickly gets dressed again and waits as I finish doing the same.

-You should come back soon, in case I missed anything, okay? -he says with a smile.

I nod. He opens the door for me and I step out of his office. I hear the door close, and stand there, flustered. I blink a few times and snap back into myself again, before walking out of the building and heading back home.

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It was so unexpected that I wasn’t sure what to do.

My sister in law had stopped by and it was obvious she was upset. My wife was not home and it seemed she really wanted to talk. I was most willing to help and so we sat down in the living room and she opened up.

She had been had having some health issues and they were causing her a lot of trouble. Her husband seemed to be out of tune and she really needed some tender loving care.

I let my eyes roam over her bare legs under her skirt. She was quite upset, and she had let her legs settle open slightly, and I couldn’t help myself but to look. Her pretty pink panties were quite visible, but I don’t think she knew.

I raised my eyes to her face and nodded and smiled as she talked. She was talking a lot and crying some so she didn’t notice my wandering eyes. I couldn’t help it as her breasts heaved with her crying.

I had been laying around quite casual, some light blue shorts (quite short) and a tank top. Not much at all. As my eyes took in her body, I began to feel my cock grow more firm. Not what I needed in these shorts.

I got up and went over to give her a hug. She wasn’t much on hugging but today she seemed into it as she pressed her body to me.

I lightly caressed her upper arm letting my fingers graze just barely her bountiful breasts. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were substantial and firm.

Offering her a drink she accepted, and I arose to get it for her. Standing my firm cock pressed the front of my shorts in front of her eyes. I saw her eyes open wide as she got an up-close view. I let my fingers slide over her head caressing her hair as I walked away.

Returning canlı bahis with her drink I handed it to her and moved to sit in my chair.

She thanked me and took a deep drink.

My eyes watched as she drank then sank to look up her skirt. Her legs were quite spread, and it seemed her skirt had slid up higher (how had that happened?). Her panties were now clearly visible and I grew even more hard as I watched.

I glanced once more at her breasts and as I found her eyes again, I found her staring at my crotch.

There was nothing I could do but grow harder.

She thanked me for being willing to listen and put up with her.

Declaring it was my pleasure I smiled letting my eyes slide from her eyes, to her breasts and down to her legs. I watched astonished as her legs spread even more.

Without a word I stood and went to sit by her side. Turning her face towards me I let my finger tips slide over the outline of her face. With each caress my cock grew harder and longer, and bulged even more. Glancing down I noticed it had begun to peek out of my shorts.

She inhaled and sighed as my fingers continued to caress her face and hair. She lay back and rested her head on the back of the couch. I let my fingers trace down over her chin and down her neck. Her blouse was open but not showing anything. I noticed as she relaxed her legs spread open even more. So leaning down I took an up-close look at her panties. It was not a surprise to see a wet spot on her panties as her pussy began to leak.

Raising my eyes I found her staring at me as I was looking up her dress.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Most bahis siteleri definitely,” I replied.

Smiling she lifted her hand to my bare leg and slid it up my thigh. My cock jumped as she neared my crotch. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I took a chance and began to unbutton her blouse. She did not stop me and soon I opened it up to reveal a black lace bra. Her substantial breasts were mounded up out of the cups, so I let my fingers slip down and trace her bulging breasts.

By now I was rock hard and protruding from my shorts. I felt her hand slip around and grip my shaft. I couldn’t believe this, and I reached into her cup to caress her breast. She arched her back and pressed her tit to my hand. I felt her nipple grow hard under my caress. I pulled her blouse off then reached behind her to unhook her bra. Pulling it loose I let her pretty tits come into view.

I leaned down and began to suck her tits. As her nipples grew long and hard, I let my hand slide between her legs and up her skirt. My fingers found her wet panties and I pressed against her slit. She began to moan as I suckled at her tit and fingered her panty covered pussy.

With a quick motion she reached down and pulled her panties off. I pressed her skirt up out of the way.

I watched as she peeled my shorts off and took my cock into her mouth. I fingered her clit and her wet pussy watching her mouth slide up and down my long shaft.

There was nothing else to do but to slide my hard cock into her hot wet pussy. I pushed her back on the couch and raised her legs. Her pussy stood wet and pulsing ready to accept my rod. I pressed my mushroom head bahis şirketleri to her lips and pushed lightly. They unfolded and I watched the head of my cock slide inside her.

I eased in a little more and watched over half my cock enter her love box. She was tight and wet, and my moistened shaft slid in easily. I pressed in deeper with each thrust. Soon I felt my balls bang on her ass I was full cock deep into her twat.

Reaching down I began to finger her clit as I thrust rapidly in and out of her pussy. Soon I could tell she was ready to cum and so was I. I continued to finger her clit as I rammed it home.

As her orgasm broke over my cock, I felt my own cum rush up the length of my dick and explode deep into her pussy. Continuing to thrust I let her pussy milk my cum. We slowed down and my cock slowly slid from her wet pussy, cum dripping from my cock and her pussy.

Without a word I knelt and licked her clean of her cum and mine.

Then she too knelt and licked me clean. Watching her tongue slide up and down my shaft and balls was a total turn on. Though I wasn’t ready for round too I found great solace in sucking her breasts again.

Laughing, she pushed me away. “I need to get dressed,” she said.

Laughing I too stood and dressed, watching her put on her bra and blouse, then her panties and skirt. It was enough for my cock to stiffen a little.

Laughing she caressed my dick and told me later and turned to go.

Turning she gave me a big hug and said she was glad her sister wasn’t home and that she appreciated my listening to her and giving her advice.

I too laughed as I swept over her breasts and smiling told her anytime. She turned to walk away………..”Maybe you shouldn’t tell sis I was here!” she exclaimed.

I told her I thought that was best.

I heard the toilet upstairs flush….when had she come home?

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Going My Own Way Ch. 01

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Opportunity Knocks.

I had been married to Richard for nearly fifteen years. We were no longer getting along, not been for five months. We argued our arguments got worse

The reason for this change in our relationship was Richards mother passing away. I should say the implications of his mother passing away.

Matilda had died suddenly at just shy of sixty-five. Richards father had not been around for thirty-five years, leaving Matilda to bring him up from the age of five. They had lived in a substantial house set on ten acres of land in Suffolk near Orford. They had lived with Matilda’s parents, as his grandparents spoiled him.

We got wedded and set up home together in East London as we both worked there.

Richards mother continued to live with her parents and looked after them both till they passed away. Matilda was the sole beneficiary of their wealth. Including their house.

Richard decided we were going to move to Orford, into his mother’s home with her passing. I didn’t want to, so we argued. He insisted that we should.

We both worked in publishing, meeting through our work, our earnings allowed us to trade up apartments to a three-bed from a single-bed. As we were doing ok we bought an off-plan apartment in Ipswich as an investment. Both apartments were modern and needed no work on them. The house in Orford needed gutting, in my opinion.

We were good together, life comfortable, sex was good, I was happy living in London, with lots going on, even Ipswich was lively, unlike dead Orford. I referred to it as Gods waiting room. Considering Richards mother and two grandparents had died in Orford. I was insensitive. We had a blazing row.

Our Tennent in the apartment in Ipswich had vacated the property. We had decided to redecorate it and put it on the market. I hadn’t been to the apartment since just before the first time we let it. I had some leave to use up from work, so after another shouting match and thought, I threw some clothes, tools and odd things in my car, I left for Ipswich, telling Richard I had had enough, that I was going do up, then live in the apartment. We had another row.

The reality was far from simple our apartment located on the Waterfront in a good position was in a state. We had let the place partly furnished, partly furnished being a fridge freezer and a bed, which I didn’t fancy sleeping in or on.

I ordered a mattress and bedding online to fit the king-size frame we already had in the master bedroom. A couple of days after. I was making the bed and looking forward to sleep in it and not on the floor in a sleeping bag.

I had cleaned the bathroom, shower room and kitchen by now.

I listed paint and other materials that were needed, armed with a scribbled güvenilir bahis note. I took a trip to the local suppliers, which was within walking distance.

The guy who was serving me was pleasant and attentive. He was, I guessed, ten years my junior, thirty-ish. I noticed his deodorant, his muscular physique and his grooming being clean-shaven and clean. Whether it was having a non-confrontational conversation or the need to communicate with someone, I don’t know. We got into a bit of banter. We were flirty with each other.

He put all my purchases on a trolly and asked where I had parked. I smiled with embarrassment. “I walked here, err….., I need to go back and get my car.”

“Where do you live? I don’t mind dropping it off to you, a half an hour, the depot will be closed for the day,”

I gave him the address, explained to call the apartment on the door entry system.

Feeling emboldened, I smiled and said, “my name is Claire. What’s yours, my saviour?”

“Rod, if you want to wait, I can give you a lift back home, Claire.”

I nodded my agreement as he loaded the delivery van. He then rushed around the paint depot, tidying up and locking the front of the shop. We exited through the rear door after he set the building alarm.

In the van, for the two-minute journey to the apartment entrance. I notice the van was tidy, had a fragrant air freshener. I also viewed Rod. He looked as good as my earlier assessment mmm…, hunky. We unloaded the delivery on a flat trolly and took it up to the eighth floor to the apartment in the elevator.

He unfolded one of the dust sheets I had bought and stacked the tins of paint and other purchases on it. Thanking him, being more forward than I am usually, I kissed his cheek and pressed my body, to his firm body.

“Do you want a drink? I can offer tea, coffee, beer or white wine.” I asked as I moved to the open kitchen.

“Tea, please have you just moved in? you haven’t got any furniture.” Rod enquired.

I set the kettle off to boil, opened the balcony door and pointed things out to him, including the paint depot. I made the tea and, while it brewed, I asked if he would like to see the apartment as I took his hand and lead him to the bathroom, the guest bedroom, the en-suite shower room finishing with the master bedroom. I explained that I was going to do the place up to live in or sell.

“I had to buy a new bed. I’ll be getting the rest when I’ve completed decorating” I patted the bed next to me, indicating I wanted Rod to sit with me. He sat close. Yes, he smelt good.

“Well, Rod, are you married? In a relationship? Or available.” If I had embarrassed him, he didn’t show it.

“I’m single, not in a relationship and haven’t been for türkçe bahis twelve months or so. I live in Felixstowe in a small flat. I am also house trained”. He smiled.

“There are no seats, so I’ll get the tea and bring it through.” I wiggled my bum as I walked back to the kitchen. I hadn’t been as blatant as this since before getting married.

Rod had made himself comfortable had his shoes off had his when I returned, putting the cups on a cardboard-box, that I used as a bedside table.

Rod had removed his shoes and sat with his back to the headboard. “I hope you don’t mind,” indicating his legs with a wave of his hand.

“Not at all it’s this or the floor and a wall for a backrest.” I hopped onto the bed, sidled up to him, our thighs touched.

“I’m married, just separated hence the apartment, I work in London, I am reassessing that and lots of things. I have booked a month of holiday leave to decide what I’m doing.”

I passed him his cup of tea. I drank mine. I thought about the risk I was taking. We were sitting on my bed, inviting him to sit on my bed, sitting so close, legs touching, sitting so close. We finished the tea. I leaned across him to put my cup on the box. “You smell nice, Rod.”, I whispered a little breathlessly. I kissed him, pecks, then mouth to mouth tongue duelling kisses. He responded. It’s always a risk showing your feelings having just met. We both slid down the bed so that we were face to face kissing with me on top. His hands were squeezing my bum he pulled me to his body. I could feel his cock, hard against my taut body, turning me on. Not having sex for months fueled my libido. I straddled him, rising to throw my legs over his hips, grinding my cunt into his cock. I could feel my wetness. My panties soaked.

I wanted him badly, not remembering the last time I reacted like this to a man. Down, his taut body l slid, unzipping his trousers and snaking my hand in his fly and fished out his hard throbbing cock licked it from bottom to top several times. His aroma was earthy and wholesome. To get at more of him, particularly his balls. I undid his belt and waistband. He watched me with a broad smile on his face as I pulled his trousers and boxer shorts off in one swift movement. I held his cock in both hands and wanked him as I sucked, kissed and licked his ball bag. I love doing this, as it’s subservient to my lover. Rod seemed to be enjoying the teasing of his testes as I sucked and slobbered each in turn and wanked him. Keeping eye contact, he moaned a loud “ahhhh, that’s so good, Claire.”

Using one hand, I struggled to push my panties down, it being more awkward as they were damp. I finished their removal by kicking them from my legs. Concentrating on engulfing Rods thick six-inch güvenilir bahis siteleri cock in my mouth, I soon had utterings of oohs and ahhhs as I deep throated hard cock.

Feeling his body tensing, I eased up on my oral administration and licked the head. Getting turned on and concerned about my possible slutty behaviour and my body appealinging to him. Doubts with my age. I just leaned forward and kissed his lips forcefully. I whispered, “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Not confident of baring my body, I straddled his hips once again and, by holding my skirt out of the way, making contact with a cock for the first time for months. My labia saddled his cock my juicy wet cunt lips nestled around his manhood. I rode his rock-like cudgel as he gripped my bum cheeks and pulled me to him. My seemingly oversensitive clit grazed the ridge of his cock crown. My mind took every sensation of every stroke in, pressing the overbearing nearing orgasm onward to the conclusion. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, gasping for air, I rode Rod, using him as a masturbation aid coming with ecstatic force driving me to continue and come again only with just a little less intensity.

Before I had recovered from my climax, Rod rolled me over aimed his wet cock at my cunt entrance. Sensing my need, coupled with the stimulation of my wet pussy riding his cock, no doubt his primaeval need.

He pushed his juice lubricated cock into my stimulated, wet cunt as I wrapped my legs around his torso opening myself more to him, fucking me hard and quickly for ten minutes or so. He kissed me repeatedly, fondled my still clothed tits, smiled between kisses, face to face, we fucked each other, both pursuing our needs.

I climaxed again, a mind-blowing explosion of sexual fulfilment for me. I felt hot come spurts inside me as Rods face contorted in a mixture of what to me seemed pleasure, pain and disappointment, which morphed into a broad grin. We had not spoken. There had been no need for words. In silence, interrupted only by laboured breathing we, just lay together savouring our feeling as Rods cock ‘wilted’ and plopped out of me as I leaked his sperm.

Rod eased his body down my body. I was still in a sexual stupor, spread on open-legged with our combined sexual excretions slowly dribbling from my pussy as he licked and sucked my inflamed labia, my hole, the source of his apparent need as he sucked the cocktail from my cunt until none remained. Rod was an accomplished lover. Not content with the pleasure he had given, he assaulted my now prominent engorged clitoris, probing it, sucking it and licking it till I was coming once again.

“Thank you, that was amazing,” I whispered as he held my face in his hands. We kissed fiercely. He passed the cocktail of our come into my mouth, a first for me I never had this before. It was a little kinky, forbidden, therefore stimulating to me. We both ran out of energy, still with arms wrapped around each other. We both drifted off to sleep.

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My neighbors Dad Tony was an out of work 46 year old Latino. He was a big man in thickness, 6 foot tall about 250 pounds. Solid strong man, hairy all over and he had boner for my ass. I guess it was the way I dressed when I came over to visit with Victor, his son. I had about 3 different tight shirts and 2 different shorts I’d wear. One pair of shorts my favorite, was tight fitting Levi pants cut super short, they went right up my ass. I had a bigger than usual ass for a guy. And the other were just cut off sweat pants, but still very short.

Tony would answer the door when I came over, and was soon flirting with me and making sounds like he liked what he saw. I thought he was harmless until that day he was waiting for me to wash up after fooling around with Victor. I always used the bathroom before I left back home next door to wash my face and gargle out my mouth, and sometimes wipe off any cum that didn’t make it in my mouth.

I walked in and froze at the sight of Tony standing there completely naked. My jaw dropped at the sight of his man cock. It was hanging so low and proud, and so hairy. His whole body was so hairy and I was instantly attracted to him after that. Tony grabbed me by the arm, pulled me in and closed the door. He started kissing me and grabbing my ass. He was so strong, I can tell he could’ve raped me right then and there. But he pushed me down from the top of my head and on to my knees I went.

Tony’s cock was 6 inches just hanging limp. He told me to suck it and I started giving him my best oral skills. To feel that huge cock grow in my mouth was making my cock hard. And soon he was rock hard and I was taking him down my throat. Tony was so impressed by my skills he didn’t take long to fill my mouth with his huge thick load. I swallowed it all down and kept him in my mouth until he was limp again.

He told me to come back tomorrow after Victor leaves to work. He grabbed my ass with his strong hands and told me he wants to fuck me. I agreed and quietly left back to my house. I could not be more nervous that next day. I still came over wearing my favorite shorts and shirt to give Victor his daily blowjob. Tony was waiting in the kitchen for me to leave. When he seen me he called me over to him, my heart started güvenilir bahis pounding as I approached him. Tony grabbed me rough by the back of my head and pulled me up against him. He had a handful of hair controlling my head, as he gave me a tongue filled kiss. His other hand grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed it. He told me if I was ready to get fucked. I just shook my head yes and he let me go.

I started walking away and he called me one more time. I turned around and he had his rock hard cock out. He was waving it at me with a fist full and I walked back up to him. I was so amazed at the size of it, I hadn’t really seen it fully hard because it was down my throat. I dropped to my knees in front of his 9 inch hairy super thick man cock. I grabbed it and stroked it and licked it from bottom to top. Then I realized, my ass is in trouble! Tony told me he’ll be waiting in the garage for me.

I went back home and checked the time, 1:30 pm. Victor leaves around 3:10 pm so I had some time to clean up. I showered and gave my ass a good clean out. I also lubed my ass just in case he didn’t have any, and I brought a small bottle. I dressed simple, easy off cloths, and sandals. I did wear my cut off sweat pants for Tony. And by the time I was ready I heard Victor’s ride pull up. 3:08 pm, my heart started pounding and my hands shaking. I was so nervous, I never had a real man before. And he was very dominate, I knew I was in for a rough ride. But I wanted him, bad!

I waited until 3:20 before I walked outside and looked over toward his garage. I seen Tony sitting down in his chair watching TV and drinking a beer. He spotted me looking and waved me over. My legs felt weak walking over and my heart was beating so fast. I walked into his mancave and he closed the garage door. It was one of those older spring loaded doors that closed real loud and hard. It got real dark, only the TV light was on, and a neon clock that read 3:27. Tony turned on a lamp by his love seat and started to get naked. I knew his wife or Victor didn’t come home till after 7 pm, so I felt at ease about not getting caught.

Tony got totally naked and finished off the beer he was drinking. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed 2 more. They were cans of Tecate, türkçe bahis he handed me one and he took another big drink. I took a big drink myself and made a face. He laughed and walked up to me and told me to drink it all. Then he pounded down the one he just opened. So I did to, but it took me a few minutes. He threw away the empty cans and told me to come over by the love seat.

I walked over there and he told me to get naked, I did as he said. Tony grabbed me by my hair and kissed me again. We made out for a while and then he pushed me down to my knees. He shoved his cock into my mouth and started fucking my mouth. He was very rough, all I could do was open wide. He had both hands full of my hair as he fucked my face. I couldn’t pull away so I just let him. Tony stopped and pulled me with one handful of hair and I had to walk on my knees to the love seat. He kinda threw me by my hair and I landed up against the love seat chest first.

Tony roughly pushed me from behind till he had me face down on the seat cushions. I heard him lubing up his cock, by now the alcohol had kicked in and I spread my legs and lifted my ass up. Tony kneeled down behind me and started shoving his big cock into my ass. I lost my breath and tried to squirm away. Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back, it hurt and he was not gentle. It stopped me from trying to move and he slammed his cock in my ass balls deep. I screamed, I never felt so helpless as he started pounding my ass.

Tony began to pound my ass, slow but brutal hip thrusting balls deep strokes. I was screaming out like a bitch with every stroke. He still had me by the hair as he continued to destroy my poor asshole. Then after about 10 minutes he finally let go of my hair and pulled his cock out. He sat down on the love seat and told me to ride him. As I climbed on him I seen a bunch of my hair all over my chest he pulled out of my head.

I was able to climb on him like nothing because he was so big. I never rode a real man before, just homemade dildos. It was not the same at all. As soon as I got him in me he thrusted and buried his cock into my ass. Tony grabbed me by the ass and started fucking me super hard. I leaned back and bounced with him. Tony was digging his fingers in my güvenilir bahis siteleri ass from where he was grabbing it. It hurt like hell and when I tried to move his hands he started fucking me harder and I had to hold on to his legs and keep my balance.

He kept fucking me, I wasn’t riding him, I was just trying to stay on. Finally he stood up with me and held me from under both legs. Tony began to fuck me by far his hardest now. I was crying for him to stop, but he just kept on. I blew my load all over in between us, and I heard him start to grunt. Then he gave a deep moan and started to dump his load in my ass. He didn’t stop his brutal pounding and his cum began to drip out of my ass. Tony was able to keep fucking me for another 5 minutes as I just held on hugging him and he finally dropped both of my legs. And a great big gob of his cum came out of my ass and started sliding down my thighs.

I could barely walk as he commanded me to bring him 2 more beers. I did as he asked and he told me to kneel in front of him as he sat in his love seat. He said we still have time its only 4:50pm. I already felt so exhausted and tore up. But he pulled my head down with a handful of hair and put my face in his cock and told me not to stop sucking till he was hard again. I did what he said and it took me a good 25 minutes to get him fully hard again.

Tony made me lay down on my stomach on the ground. Then he lubed up his cock and my ass and spread my legs wide. He buried his cock balls deep in my ass and gave me a brutal half hour long pounding. I cried for the first 10 minutes or so until I got hard again myself. Then I started to kinda enjoy it, but he got rough with me again. He was squeezing my ass and his fingers were deep in my flesh. He was even squeezing my sides up along my body. It hurt like hell! Then when he was ready to cum again he made me get on my knees and he blew his load in my mouth, and I came too.

He threw me back when he was done and I had to catch myself from falling back. He said I could go now. I got dressed as fast as I could and went through the backyard and jumped the fence into my backyard. I went straight to the shower, cleaned up and laid down and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with bruises all over my ass and my sides. I could barely walk and didn’t see Victor until the next day.

I never let Tony fuck me again, but I did suck his cock in bathroom a few more times. I’ll never forget my first older man, I was 19 and he was 46.

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Nicola Redux Ch. 04

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Olwen’s introduction. This is a work of fiction, dreamed up since joining Literotica and being inspired by lots of very hot kinky stories that I’ve already read. I don’t think I’m a vain person, but I have been self-centered enough to include a character based on myself. She is quite different to me, but I enjoyed putting myself in her shoes. I note that many authors here include a disclaimer that says all characters in the story are 18 or over, and that all sex is consensual. This applies to this serial too. If you like it, please vote and leave comments

*One dictionary definition of ‘Redux’ is ‘to bring back’ or ‘to bring home safely.’

Chapter Four

On Monday morning, Myra drove a very nervous Nicola to school. The deputy head teacher spent the journey coaching her younger colleague on what to say, and, more importantly, what not to say, when the two teachers met Jack and Edna Williams, the parents of Cheryl, who had drawn the cartoon that so upset Nicola, and who had prematurely set the wheels of the Inner Sanctum’s plan in motion.

They were the first to arrive when Myra drove into the school carpark. She pulled into her designated parking bay, switched off the engine and turned to face Nicola, who had gone very pale. Myra grinned at her, and discretely put her hand on Nicola’s thigh.

“I’d give you a kiss for luck, and for courage,” she said kindly, “but you don’t need luck and you’ve already demonstrated how courageous you are by your acceptance of all you’ve learned, seen and done this weekend. And besides that, there’s a surveillance camera in the staff car park, and both our reputations would go up in smoke if we were caught snogging on CCTV!”

Despite the tension she was feeling, Nicola giggled. Privately she thought back to Saturday night in the club, and she felt a warm glow between her legs. She loved that feeling, and squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the sensation and causing her nipples to harden as well. She undid her seatbelt.

“There’s no camera coverage just inside the entrance,” she smiled at Myra, “so if you must, you can kiss me when we get there. I could do with tasting you again.”

The two women walked quickly across the carpark and as they got to the door, Myra used her electronic tag to unlock it. Nicola pulled it open and stepped aside, allowing her colleague to enter. She followed Myra in and, as the door closed, she melted into her open arms.

They kissed deeply, tongues mashing together. When they broke the kiss, both women were wide eyed and panting.

“That was lovely,” declared Myra breathlessly. “Now, let’s get this show on the road. You go and get some milk from the staff room, and I’ll go and put the coffee on in my office. I’ll meet you there in a couple of minutes.”

Nicola hurried off to get the milk, and when she knocked on Myra’s office door, she was given permission to enter. She was glad that she’d followed school procedure, because when she went in, Myra was talking to Mrs. Rhys, the caretaker

“Excuse me, Miss Bowen,” Nicola began. “I brought a jug of milk as you asked.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Moran” replied Myra formally. “I’ve just asked Mrs. Rhys to bring in two extra chairs for Mr. and Mrs. Williams, and she’ll set a chair up in the corridor for Cheryl. I have no doubt that we’ll need to hear her version of events after we’ve spoken to her parents.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Rhys,” said Myra with a smile. “If you could go and fetch those three extra chairs now, please? And then bring Mr. and Mrs. Williams here when they arrive. They’ll come through the main entrance, of course.”

“Right you are, Miss B,” replied the caretaker cheerfully. “I shan’t be a jiffy.”

She went out in search of three chairs from the storeroom, closing the door quietly behind her. When she was sure that they couldn’t be overheard, Myra looked at Nicola.

“That was just for her benefit,” she said quietly. “There is no way that spoiled little bitch is going to give her version of Friday afternoon’s events! I’ve seen the evidence, and she’s been tried ‘in absentia’ and found guilty. I’m going to enjoy this! That bully, Jack Williams is going to see just what a vindictive, spiteful bitch I can be when his little whelp upsets my friend!”

She looked so fierce that Nicola started to feel nervous all over again. She asked if she could help with the preparation of the coffee, but Myra smiled and shook her head.

“Georgina makes my coffee at home, but I have to shift for myself in school,” she said. “I’ve worked out how to make myself the perfect cup of coffee. I hope it won’t be too strong for you!”

Nicola grinned and watched as Myra fiddled with her coffee machine, and soon the office was full of the aroma of coffee brewing.

There came a knock on the door, and Mrs. Rhys came in, wheeling two chairs on a stacker trolley.

“Here we are, Miss B,” she said with a smile, adding, “I’ve left one outside your door as you asked. Can I bring your visitors up now? They were waiting in the foyer to be let in when I went to get these chairs.”

“I illegal bahis don’t think the Chair of Governors was too happy being kept waiting,” she continued conversationally. “He’s got a face on him like a smacked arse!”

Nicola giggled, and Myra struggled to keep a straight face.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rhys,” she replied. “It certainly won’t do to antagonise the Chair of Governors, will it? Once you’ve set those chairs up for me, and returned your stacker truck, you may bring Mr. and Mrs. Williams up to my office.”

The caretaker swung both chairs down off her truck with ease and arranged them in front of Myra’s desk. She looked at the deputy head.

“Alright like that, Miss B?” she asked, and waited whilst Myra regarded the set up.

“That’s perfect, thank you,” she replied with a smile. “Now if you’ll just take that truck away and store it so that no pupil or member of staff can trip over it, we’ll have Mr. and Mrs. Williams up here as soon as you can bring them.”

As soon as the caretaker closed her door, Myra turned to Nicola with a smile. She realised from the pallor of her young friend’s face that Nicola was nervous. Myra touched her palm to the side of Nicola’s pale cheek.

“Now then, is this any way for a member of the Inner Sanctum to conduct herself?” she asked sternly, but with a smile. “Do I have to delay this interview to put you over my knee and spank some resolution into you?”

Nicola turned her head slightly and kissed Myra’s palm.

“I have my initiation to endure this coming Friday,” she said, “and I know it is going to involve me being spanked. It’s not something I’m looking forward to, but I so want to join the Inner Sanctum properly, and get my revenge on Kevin,” she said. “Will you be the one to spank me on Friday, please?”

“We’ll see,” replied Myra softly. “Now sit down here beside me, put your best ‘school ma’am’ face on, and let’s deal with this pompous prick who thinks that because he’s Chair of Governors, he can do as he pleases in this school.”

She smiled at Nicola, who managed to return a smile of her own. Myra reckoned that she’d be just fine during the interview that was about to begin.

The door flew open, and Mrs. Rhys staggered in, almost tripping over. She was followed by a short, plump man, whose face resembled an over-ripe strawberry. Myra shot to her feet and said in a loud voice,

“What is the meaning of this? Mrs. Rhys? I thought I asked you to bring Mr.and Mrs.Williams up to my office? How dare you barge in here without knocking!”

The caretaker stood up straight and looked at Myra. Her face was scarlet, but whether from rage or embarrassment, it was difficult to tell.

“I’m extremely sorry, Miss Bowen,” she said in a low voice, “I explained to Mr. Williams that you had asked me to bring him and his wife up to your office, and his reply was something along the line of ‘I’m Chair of Governors here. I don’t need a school lackey to take me to see one of the employees of this establishment.’ I was standing in front of your door, trying to explain to him that it was necessary to knock before entering, when he shoved me in the chest. That’s why I flew into your room. I am very sorry.”

“I am the one to apologise, Mrs. Rhys,” answered Myra. “I should have known that a loyal and trusted colleague would not flaunt school rules. Thank you for all you’ve done this morning. I think Mrs. Moran and I can handle things from here on. You may go back to your other duties. And thank you again.”

A pacified Mrs Rhys smiled at Myra and Nicola and glared at her assailant as she walked out. She could be heard telling someone, Mrs. Williams, Nicola assumed, that Miss Bowen was ready to see her now, and the door opened wider to allow a tall, thin woman, dressed in a hideous pink vintage swing dress with a floral pattern to walk in nervously. She looked around here in confusion.

“Good morning, Mrs. Williams,” smiled Myra. Please take a seat.”

She indicated the two vacant chairs that Mrs. Rhys had so recently set out for the visitors.

“Never mind all that bloody ‘Good morning’ crap. What I want to know is what the fuck is she doing here?”

Mr. Williams was almost frantic by now. Myra regarded him coldly.

“Mr. Williams,” she said in a deliberate, low tone, “I assure you that if I hear another swear word come out of your foul mouth, not only will I ensure that the police are informed of your assault on a member of staff this morning; I will also personally expel your daughter from this school, and she can kiss goodbye the chance of going to University. As it is, Cheryl is looking at a lengthy suspension. Don’t make her situation any worse than it is. Now sit down beside your wife, shut up, and listen to what is going to be done.”

Wordlessly, Mr. Williams sank into the empty chair next to his wife. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped his brow, licking his dry lips as he did so.

“That’s better,” muttered Myra, resuming her own seat. She looked up in annoyance as a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” illegal bahis siteleri she responded sharply.

The door opened and Ms.Dacey the school receptionist came in.

“I’m sorry to disturb your meeting, Miss Bowen,” she began, “but it isn’t time to let the pupils into school yet, and Cheryl Williams is insisting that she be let in to see her parents. Am I to allow it?”

Myra smiled at her. “As you can see, Ms. Dacey,” she replied, “Mrs Moran and I have a meeting to discuss Cheryl’s chances of attending University next year. I’ll want to speak to Cheryl after we’ve finished our meeting, so yes, let her in by all means. I think you’ll see that Mrs. Rhys has placed a chair outside for her to sit on whilst she waits. Please ensure that Cheryl understands that she is to sit there until I am ready to see her.”

“Very good, Miss Bowen. Thank you,” replied Ms. Dacey, and went out, shutting the door quietly behind her.

No sooner was the door closed than Mr. Williams began again.

“Miss Bowen, I must protest in the strongest terms. I insist that this… this woman leaves the meeting. Cheryl has told me what happened on Friday, and I am concerned that my daughter has been fitted up. She assures me that she has done nothing wrong, and what is happening here is that the school is closing ranks to protect a weak and ineffective member of staff.”

Nicola sighed, and Jack Williams took that as a sign of weakness. He turned to his wife with a look of triumph on his face. He opened his mouth to continue his rant, but before he could go on, Myra spoke. Her voice was steady, very calm and exceptionally clear. Had the Williams’ been pupils in the school, they would have recognised the tone of voice, and realised that Miss Bowen was livid, and that any further interruption would only heap further trouble on their already overloaded cause.

“Have you finished?” Myra snapped, and when Mr. Williams opened his mouth to presumably inform the meeting that, no, he hadn’t actually finished, she got in before him, and snarled,

“That was a rhetorical question! I thought I told you to shut up and listen!”

Two things happened simultaneously. Nicola drew in a breath sharply, and Mr. Williams shut his mouth with a snap.

“That’s better!” Myra smiled sweetly, and turned to Mrs. Williams.

“Are you quite comfortable, Mrs. Williams?” she enquired sweetly. “I know those school chairs aren’t particularly comfortable, and you seem to be having trouble getting settled.”

Edna Williams blushed and replied in a voice that was barely more than a whisper,

“I’m fine, thank you, Miss Bowen. Something happened on Saturday evening, and my bottom is rather bruised,” she said, and her husband looked at her in horror.

“For fu… ” he stopped, swallowed, and put a horrible grin on his face.

“Edna, dear, we are here to discuss Cheryl, not the state of your ar… um… buttocks!”

Myra ignored this interruption, and opened the file that lay in front of her on her desk. She took out two sheets of paper, and handed one to each of the two people in front of her.

“This is a photocopy of what Mrs Moran found at the end of the school day on Friday last,” she began in a stern voice.

“The original is in my desk, awaiting the outcome of this meeting, when one of two things will happen. It will either be handed over to the police, for forensic examination, or it will be destroyed. Which course of action we follow is entirely up to you both.”

Mrs. Williams looked at the piece of paper, blushed and closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly.

Mr. Williams also looked at the paper he’d been handed, licked his lips and looked directly at Nicola. To Myra’s intense relief, she said nothing, but held his stare defiantly.

“I admit this is both offensive, and embarrassing for whomever this is supposed to represent,” he began, replying to Myra but not taking his eyes off Nicola. “But this is pure speculation on your behalf. You have no evidence or proof that my Cheryl drew this cartoon.”

He dropped his eyes to look at the piece of paper again, and chuckled.

“Mind you,” he continued, “you have to admit that the artist has got some talent. It’s a bloody good likeness!”

Myra tutted her displeasure and cleared her throat.

“May I remind you, Mr. Williams that you are not in a court of law now?” she said quietly. “And do you honestly think that I’d make such serious accusations without being one hundred per cent sure of my facts?”

Reaching into the file again, Myra took out the same school book that she had found the previous Friday. She opened it, nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to a now far less confident looking Jack Williams.

“I’m no graphologist,” she continued,” but I’m sure the local police force can obtain the services of one. Look at the way the letter ‘K’ has been formed in this piece of work, and then compare it to the writing on that filth you are holding in your other hand.”

He did as he was told, and to Nicola’s amazement, and Myra’s immense satisfaction, canlı bahis siteleri he seemed to shrink in his chair, like a deflated balloon. He handed the exercise book back to Myra without a word.

“You didn’t bother looking at the name of the owner of this book.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, and Myra was smiling triumphantly as she made it.

“No need,” Jack Williams grunted. “It’s obviously our Cheryl’s book, and you’re right. Those “K’s” are very distinctive.”

He turned to his wife and snarled, “I told you the little bitch needed some discipline! But, oh no! Cheryl mustn’t be told! Cheryl can do as she fucking well likes! Cheryl’s only young! Well, she’s gone eighteen, and it’s about time she realised who is Master in my house!”

He clapped his hand to his mouth, and turned to face Myra and Nicola again, his face scarlet with embarrassment.

He opened his mouth to speak, but with a gesture familiar to school pupils the world over, Myra silenced him by putting her own index finger up to her lips and uttering a soft ‘shhh’ sound.

She reached over her desk and retrieved the two pieces of paper that she had handed out earlier. Replacing them in the file, she closed it and handed it to Nicola.

“Please ensure that the whole thing is shredded, Mrs Moran,” she instructed in her deputy-head teacher voice.

“I will continue to hold the original in my safe in case there is any misunderstanding in the future. Now, I think it’s time we saw young Cheryl, don’t you? I need to return this exercise book to her. Mrs Moran? Will you do the honours, please?”

Still clutching the file as if it contained top secret documents, Nicola got up and opened the door.

“Please come in, Cheryl,” she said politely, and stood aside as the young woman swaggered into Myra’s office.

She glanced down at her mother before turning her attention to her father.

“Have you sorted it, dad?” she drawled with a sneering look at Nicola.

Before Myra could get a word in, Edna Williams leapt to her feet and slapped her daughter hard across the face. The sound of her hand striking the unprotected cheek was like a pistol shot. Nicola shut the door quickly.

“You little slut!” Edna hissed. “Is this what we’ve brought up? Have you no shame? You need to learn your place, my girl!”

Tears leaked out of Cheryl’s eyes, and her mother sat back down heavily, wincing as she did so.

Myra took up a box of paper tissues, and proffered it to Cheryl. She took one and wiped her eyes, then folded it and blew her nose.

Throughout all of this, Jack Williams sat without moving, or saying a word. Now he seemed to get himself under control again. He cleared his throat.

“Don’t speak, Mr. Williams,” commanded Myra in a tone of voice that caused everybody else in the room to look at her in amazement. Myra looked at Cheryl and gave her the benefit of an icy smile.

“It was my intention to confront you with the filth you created on Friday, in the presence of your parents, and to then suspend you from school, pending a police investigation,” she began, noting with satisfaction the effect the words ‘police investigation’ were having on the miscreant.

“However,” she continued, ” your mother has administered some form of punishment, which the school is unable to do. Your parents are well aware that one word from this establishment, and your hopes of going to university will disappear. This is what is going to happen if you wish to continue as a pupil here and for me not to ring the university clearing board and inform them of your disgusting hobbies.”

Myra reached into a drawer in her desk and took out another folder, which she placed in front of her. She opened it and took out a piece of paper, which she handed to Cheryl’s father.

“Your legal training ought to help you understand this document,” she said, smiling insincerely. “You are going to advise your daughter to sign this. You may retain a copy, as will I. The school authorities will not be informed of this incident , if Cheryl signs the paper. I’ll give you a few minutes to read the whole thing, and then I’ll need your decision.”

Myra sat back in her chair. The Williams family closed together, and all three heads were lowered as they began to read. Myra looked at Nicola and winked.

Under the cover of her desk, she raised the hem of her skirt and nodded for Nicola to look. The younger woman was amazed to see a very wet patch which caused the gusset of Myra’s red knickers to turn quite a few shades darker. She blushed and out her hand to her mouth to prevent anyone hearing her gasp. Quickly, she looked away. Myra smiled and turned back to the business in hand.

Presently, Jack Williams raised his head. He looked at his daughter.

“You’ll sign this, my girl, and then you’ll apologise to Miss Bowen and to Mrs. Moran for your actions. Your mother and I are ashamed of you. Tell her Edna.”

“Your father is right, as he always is,” replied Mrs. Williams timidly. “I won’t go into any details here, for fear of embarrassing your teachers, but it is my opinion that young ladies such as you need to be disciplined regularly in order to instil a sense of duty which will stand you in good stead for the future. My father disciplined me, and it didn’t do me any harm!”

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Getting Back In Touch

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Authors note: My second effort, thanks for the positive feedback on the first. This one is different, focusing on a fairly indulgent fantasy I’ve had since my mid-20’s. Thanks again to the very talented 1moeannie for her editing assistance. As before, I welcome constructive feedback. Happy reading.

Getting Back In Touch

Mike was pleasantly surprised when Laura reached out to him. They had been in an intense relationship for 6 months, when she suddenly broke it off, telling him that she had found someone else. He told her he didn’t care; that she could have this new person AND him, to no avail. It had been three months since then, and while he was dating, he hadn’t found anyone like her yet. Her combination of beauty, wit and intelligence were a rare mix.

So when she messaged him out of the blue to ask him to meet for a drink, he enthusiastically agreed, asking what this was about. She asked him to be patient, all would be made clear soon enough. He prodded, teased, and cajoled, to no avail. He even tried calling, but she wouldn’t answer. After the third try, he decided he would just have to wait.

The four days until their meeting dragged by. He found himself thinking of Laura to the point of obsession. In 6 months, they had gone from straightforward dating to exploring BDSM to shared fantasies about adding other partners to their playtime. Just before she’d left him, she’d even shared with him her thoughts about the possibility of sharing a long-term polyamorous life together. The steady escalation, followed by the abrupt end to the relationship, had pierced him more deeply than he’d wanted to admit.

He got to the bar 10 minutes early and got a seat in the back, a booth for privacy. There were only a few people there, a few couples and what looked to be regulars. A few minutes after he sat down, the door opened, and a gorgeous brunette walked in. Her dark eyes scanned the room, eventually settling on him. To Mike’s surprise, she walked straight toward his booth and stood a few feet away, eyeing him expectantly. After a few uncomfortable moments, she looked him in the eyes and asked “Is your name Mike?”

Mike swallowed quickly and replied that he was.

“May I join you?” she asked. Before he could reply she said “Oh, and Laura isn’t coming, it’s just the two of us.”

Mike stared at the woman as she sat down across the booth from him. She was wearing a stylish black dress, low cut just enough to hint at the swell of her breasts while still being professional. She wore an understated choker around her delicate neck, set off by subtle diamond earrings.

She sat quietly, taking his measure. Mike felt like he was being…judged, somehow. After almost a minute of uncomfortable staring, he couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Well, Mike, what’s going on is that I have a problem. A few problems, actually. And I’m hoping you can help me solve them.” There was a pause as their server took their drink orders.

Mike took a deep breath to settle himself. “Okay,” he said. “This is clearly about Laura; I know that much. Who are you, and how do you know her?”

The woman smiled. “Oh, Laura said you were a quick one. I’m Ana, and I’m the one Laura left you for.”

Seeing the shocked look on his face, she continued. “I met her more than a year ago, at the bookstore. She helped me find something I was looking for and we got to talking. I started visiting the store more and more, finding new reasons to talk to her. In my defense, I didn’t know you existed for the first few weeks. We talked mostly about books and movies, places we’d lived or visited, things like that. I got her to order me a few books of erotica and we started talking about what we liked to read in that genre. A few weeks in we went to lunch, I think she suspected that I was interested in more than just friendship by that point. She mentioned you, said she wanted to be upfront about things.”

She paused while Mike took this news in and their drinks arrived. She then continued. “Now, I’m going to tell you something that I don’t tell a lot of people, Mike. I’m rich. And not just a little bit. The kind of rich that a lot of people hate.”

Shaking her head, she held up a preemptive hand and said, “Before you get angry, I donate to multiple charities, I give away a LOT of money. Most of it anonymously. But money…it makes things easier, Mike. Laura told me all about you, what she liked, the parts of you she even loved…but I just listened and when she was done, I asked her how she’d feel about never working again; and traveling the world instead. What could she say, Mike? What would YOU have said?”

Mike sat in silence. He was surprised that, rather than being angry, he found himself feeling nothing but happiness for Laura. She’d worked in the bookstore since college, scraping by, surrounded by the things she loved most, trying to write the book she knew was inside her. From what little he’d learned in their six months together; it hadn’t güvenilir bahis siteleri been easy. But it seemed that she’d been happy. Before his mind could start racing, he took a calming breath and thought for a minute.

“Why are you here, then?” he asked. The look on Ana’s face let him know he had asked the right question.

“Like I said, Mike. I have a few problems,” She paused.

Mike could tell this wasn’t easy for her.

“The big one is that Laura still misses you. I had hoped that by giving her everything, she’d let you go. But…that isn’t happening. She brings you up all the time, unintentionally even. ‘Oh, Mike would love this wine’, or ‘Mike loves that show’. Small things, big things. She’s not getting over you.” Ana looked down at her lap for a moment, gathering her strength for what she was going to say next.

She looked up saying, “She wants to be with you. And…I want to make her happy. She knows how hard it would be for me to just let her… go to you. So, she proposed that the…three of us…” Ana paused, and Mike saw that there was a definite flush on her cheeks; and knew that this had to be making her uncomfortable. He knew how hard this must be. And in that moment, he could see why Laura wanted to be with her. Here was this beautiful woman, who clearly loved her, inviting him to share their bed, just to make her happy. The strength that it must have taken.

He reached over and put his hand over hers. “Ana” he said. “I’m honored. If you’re sure, it would be my pleasure. Just let me know where and when.”

The mixed look of relief, happiness, with a small tinge of sadness on Ana’s face made her appear even more beautiful to Mike. Right there, he decided that he’d do his best to make her as happy as he could. To make this amazing arrangement work.

She smiled and said “Thank you. Thank you for making this easy. Tomorrow night, my house. I’ll send a car.” She stood up, and Mike stood up with her.

He took her hand, kissed her gently on the cheek then said, “I can’t wait.”

“Until tomorrow, then,” he said. She gave him a quick wink, and walked out the way she came in.

The next night, Mike was waiting in his living room, ready to go. He had on his best suit, blue with a lighter blue shirt underneath, open at the collar. His shoes were shined and he was wearing his lucky underwear, a pair of green boxer briefs with shamrocks. There was a knock on the door, he opened it. Standing outside was an alluring woman with reddish brown hair tucked into a chauffeur’s cap. She had on a black suit with a white blouse. With a mischievous grin, she indicated the car and said “This way, sir. Your car awaits.”

Mike happily followed her down the steps, getting into the back of the limo as she held the door open. The drive to Ana’s house took over an hour. Along the way, the driver (Roseanna, as it turned out) made small talk with him about what he did for a living, how he knew Ana and Laura, and where he got his suit. She complimented him on the cut, told him he looked great, and that she could see why Ana had invited him over. The car had a bar in back, so Mike helped himself to a small whiskey to settle his nerves. Between Roseanna’s ego boosting conversation skills and the alcohol, Mike was feeling great about the night ahead when the car pulled up the long driveway that led to the house. Only, “house” was a completely inadequate way to describe the four-story mansion that awaited Mike as he stepped out of the car. He thanked Roseanna for the ride and headed up the wide steps to the front door. As he did, a pretty black woman in a maid’s uniform opened the door and greeted him.

“Welcome, Mr. Mike,” she said. “I’m Erica. Is there anything you need before I take you to see the ladies?”

Mike used the restroom to freshen up, then said he was ready to go. Erica smiled and told him to follow her. She led the way to an elevator, giving Mike a great view along the way. She was wearing thigh high stockings, with her tiny skirt barely covering her ass, her long legs striding the corridors in high heels. They got into the elevator together and Erica hit the button for the 4th floor. As they ascended, she made no effort to hide the way she examined Mike from head to toe. Rather than making Mike uncomfortable, he felt more than a little appreciated, even turned on. When the doors opened, she led Mike down the hallway to a massive pair of double doors.

Erica held one of the doors open and gave him a half curtsey, with her eyes to the floor. She rose, and as Mike walked into the bedroom she whispered “Have fun, Mike. Hope to see you again soon.” And closed the door behind him.

The bedroom was dark, lit only by candles. Laura was on the bed, wearing lacy white lingerie with matching stockings. Her smile lit up her face and Mike remembered everything that he’d ever loved about her. He made his way further into the room but paused when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Ana was sitting in a chair to the side of the bed, mobilbahis dressed in a provocative black skirt with an understated cream blouse. As soon as he looked her way, she spread her legs, giving Mike a glimpse up her skirt. He saw her thighs, and he could tell that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“She’s missed you, Mike,” Ana said. “And I bet you’ve missed her.” She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs wider. “Why don’t you two show me how happy you are to see each other? For now, I just want to watch.” As she spoke, she slowly pulled her skirt above her knees and started gently fingering her pussy. Mike could see it was slick with her juices already.

“As you wish” he said, winking at her and quoting a line from one of his favorite movies.

He turned back to Laura and took off his suit. Once he was down to his boxer briefs, he smiled at her and she rose from the bed to come to him. They held each other close, gently kissing. It began slowly, then quickly became passionate, their tongues dancing together and soon it was as if no time had passed at all. Laura pressed her body against his and began stroking him through his briefs. Mike moaned, low in his throat, and cupped her ass, sliding his hand into her panties. He slid two fingers into her neatly shaven pussy from behind, finding her soaking wet. They kept making out, teasing each other for a long while, driving themselves and each other crazy with need.

Laura broke first. She went to her knees pulling Mike’s briefs down to his ankles. Mike’s cock was as hard as it had ever been. She didn’t hesitate, taking it deep down her throat. It had been a while; she had forgotten how large he was. She gagged at first, but then took him deeper. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ana. It looked like she was transfixed, watching the two of them with an intensity that Laura could feel from five feet away. Her fingers were sawing in and out of her wet pussy, her breath came in shallow gasps.

Laura pulled her mouth off of Mike’s cock and said “Come here, baby. Come join us.” And then she took all of Mike’s cock down her throat again, staring into his eyes as she did so. Ana stood up and let her skirt fall to the floor. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her blouse for a moment until that, too, was off. Fully naked, she strode to Laura’s side and joined her on her knees. She gently took Laura’s face in her hands kissing her lips, slipping her tongue in and out of her mouth. Finally, Laura broke the kiss and held Mike’s cock towards her. Ana lightly ran her tongue over the head, then up and down the sides of his shaft, making it wet and slick with her saliva. After a few minutes of this teasing, Mike moaned, “please…” pushing his cock towards her. Laura took Ana’s hair in her hand, guiding her mouth over it in time with Mike’s thrusts.

“This is how he likes it,” she whispered, Ana widened her mouth, taking Mike’s hard cock even deeper into her throat. Laura slid behind her and started playing with Ana’s nipples, pulling and tugging them the way she knew she liked. Ana groaned approvingly, closing her eyes and sucking lovingly on Mike’s cock.

Mike was in heaven. Looking down at these two beautiful women, he felt a contentment unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. As Ana’s head bobbed up and down, he gently took her head in his hands pushing himself deeper down her throat. He sighed, fully relaxed, letting the moment take him. After a few moments of this, he reached down pulling Ana and Laura to their feet.

“Ana” he said. “Thank you. Thank you for all of this. I’m unbelievably happy right now.”

With that, he kissed her, as passionately as he’d kissed Laura minutes before. After a few minutes of that, he turned to Laura kissing her the same way. Then, he guided their faces together watching as Laura and Ana made out for a few long minutes. He loved how enthusiastic they were, he could feel how much they cared for each other.

Laura couldn’t believe her luck. She loved Ana, who had given her a life she could only have dreamed of. But she’d felt guilty for months over the way she’d left Mike. And she had missed him. More than she wanted to admit sometimes, and more than she allowed herself to share with Ana. Now, they were here together, all of them. She took both their hands and led them to the bed.

Ana hadn’t been this turned on in years. She’d reached out to Mike purely out of her love for Laura. She had what she thought were realistically low expectations for any relationship between the two of them. But here she was, her pussy soaking wet just at the thought of what was about to happen, because of what had already happened. She walked behind Laura and Mike, admiring both their asses.

“You two start,” she said, as they all climbed onto the bed. “I’d actually love to watch”.

Laura laid on her back as Mike began kissing her. His lips traced their way first from her lips, to her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He sucked them hard, circling bahis siteleri the tight nubs with his tongue. Soon, Laura was gasping and panting. That was his cue to kiss his way down her belly, slowly licking her thighs, teasing her for long moments. He glanced at Ana. She was fingering herself, using her thumb to stimulate her clit. Like Laura, her pussy was completely shaved and smooth.

“Do it, Mike,” she whispered. “Make her cum”.

Laura took Mike’s hair in her hand and moaned, “pleeeaaaase”. Mike couldn’t refuse either woman, never mind both. He rolled his tongue into Laura’s pussy, an achingly familiar lush taste that was delicious. He settled between her legs so he could take his time. His tongue lapped at her folds, making her even wetter. He grabbed her hips so he could hold her tightly against his face. Soon her gasps turned to soft moans, which quickly turned to louder moans. She used both hands to hold his head exactly where she wanted it, and in a few minutes she screamed “YES, YES, FUCK YES” as she came, once, twice, and then a third time, a rolling wave that sent liquid lightning throughout her entire body.

Ana gasped and came at the same time, incredibly turned on just by watching how Mike made Laura writhe with pleasure. She rolled over and kissed Laura, softly. “Did that feel good, baby?”

Laura could only sigh, a satisfied smile on her face.

Ana turned to Mike. “Ready for more?”

His grin was all she needed to see to know that he was only getting started. Turning back to Laura, she asked “Would you like Mike to fuck you, baby?”

Laura’s smile grew wider, and she nodded an enthusiastic yes. Mike pulled himself to his knees and slid up her body. They kissed for a short while, his stiff cock nudging against her pussy. She spread her legs wider, inviting him more deeply in, but he resisted, pulling his hips back letting the head of his cock just brush lightly against her pussy. Ana took his chin in her hand turning his face to hers, kissing him deeply. They kissed, passionately, while Laura grew more aggressive, wrapping her legs behind Mike’s ass pulling him into her.

He briefly resisted, then sighed as he slid inside, her familiar warmth reminding him of everything he’d missed. He gently broke the kiss with Ana, the better to focus on the task at hand. He placed his hands behind Laura’s knees, spreading her legs wider. She gasped as he thrust as deep as he could go. Mike gathered his legs under his hips and began to steadily pound her, driving the entire length of his cock into her pussy, before pulling it almost all the way out. Ana leaned over, kissing Laura, then held her breast out so Laura could suck on it while Mike fucked her. Mike pushed Laura’s legs up towards her head, getting even deeper than she had thought was possible. In just a few minutes she was gasping again, unable to keep her lips wrapped around Ana’s nipple. Ana responded by smothering Laura’s face between her cleavage. Laura’s cries were muffled as she came again, her pussy spasming around Mike’s throbbing cock. Mike paused for a moment before starting to fuck her again, grabbing her wrists in his hands, holding her down. Ana rolled onto her side and began fingering herself again as she watched Mike taking Laura. She admitted to herself that this was becoming much more arousing than she had originally thought it would be. The way Mike fucked Laura…she could tell he knew what he was doing. He knew what she liked. After a few more minutes of intense sex, Laura’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned as she came again. Mike held her down, fucking her straight through that orgasm, into a second, then a third. Finally, she had to push him away, gasping that her pussy was so sensitive she needed a break.

Mike pulled out and laid down beside her. Ana stretched over Laura’s body and took Mike’s cock in her mouth, hungrily swallowing it until all of it was down her throat. She then started slowly bobbing her head up and down, taking her time, tasting Laura’s cum.

“Yes” Mike moaned. “Just like that. So fucking good.”

Ana continued her sensuous blowjob for another five minutes, fondling Mike’s balls, alternating between sucking and licking his cock, driving him crazy with lust. Finally, Mike couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop” he gasped. “Stop or I’ll cum”.

Ana immediately pulled her mouth off of his cock and gripped the base of his shaft tightly for a few moments. Mike smiled saying, “That’s better. I wasn’t ready for this to be over.”

“Oh yeah?” Ana asked with a grin. “Is there something else you wanted to do?”

With that she slid her body on top of Laura’s kissing her softly, while raising up onto her knees. Mike needed no further invitation. He rose up behind the two women. He gazed down at Ana’s beautiful, round ass and gripped her hips. Just like with Laura, he teased her, rubbing the head of his cock against her dripping wet pussy. She moaned, pressing her breasts tightly against Laura’s. Finally, Mike couldn’t take it anymore thrusting his cock deeply into Ana. She gasped as his balls slapped against her ass, then again as he pulled out and did it again. He tightened his grip on her hips getting serious about what he was doing. Laura rolled out from under Ana and embraced Mike, watching as he fucked the woman she loved.

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Love , Prostitution Ch. 19

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Before they are seated for dinner, the ladies privately discuss the possibility of opening the brothel for a ‘party’. Emily has no objection until it is proposed that the PSOs are invited as the guests, at which point she demurs explaining that she has a crystal clear intimacy mantra for herself. Continuing her explanation she says that she fully accepts she is both a lesbian and a career prostitute. As a lesbian she has entered an exclusive life partnership with her beloved Sansa and will not entertain intimacy with another woman. As a career prostitute and ‘registered lady’ she will only entertain intimacy with members of the secret club that they serve. She apologises if she has put a dampener on things but suggests they could still have a party, where everyone dresses up appropriately as clients and brothel whores but leaves it up to individuals to decide their own intimacy mantras.

At dinner the subject of a themed party in the brothel is discussed and everyone joins together to endorse Emily’s idea for the party which Sansa proposed. Emily smiles to Sansa in thanks. Emily takes her stewardess, Achara, aside and asks her If she and her team are willing to help facilitate matters with drinks, nibbles, etc. She says she is happy to assist and hopes that at some time during their time together on board, she may talk privately with her & Sansa, Emily nods with a smile and says they can take time out in their cabin after the party.

After dinner, Emily learns that every personal stewardess has expressed a desire for the same thing, to talk privately with Emily & Sansa! Emily whispers that it seems curious, it is almost as if they know what opportunity might present itself for an enterprising young lady if Emily & Sansa buy Bangkok Girl. It is then that Amy announces that the ladies are proceeding below to dress for the party. If the gentlemen would please assemble in the lounge, perhaps over a drink. A stewardess will come for them when all is ready. Amy asks: “Ladies, please follow me.” and leads the way down to the staff entrance into the brothel. She uses her staff card to open the door and they step into another world.

Amy asks the ladies to undress completely and choose the ‘brothel uniform’ as their costume for the evening. They are all exactly the same except for size. Emily sets the example and is totally naked in just a couple of minutes. She selects her sheer bra and matching sheer g-string and puts them on straight away. “There … from lady to brothel whore in 5 minutes!” The others laugh and the tension eases. Emily puts on her black satin choker and selects the right size pair of black stiletto ‘fuck me’ heels. She completes her uniform with the sheer robe that barely covers her bottom, not that it matters anyway!

In a few minutes they have all changed into their ‘brothel uniform’ and Emily asks how they feel. Sansa answers first: “I’m used to being naked for club meetings, even with the club members being fully and formally dressed. Dressed as I am now, I feel incredibly attractive and very sexy”. They illegal bahis all giggle and Amy says simply: “I feel that I have come home again. Having Bangkok Girl, the penthouse and you ladies in my life, it just makes me so happy”. They all look to Emily who smiles and says: “I can only say that what you have all expressed are my feelings also”.

Amy shows Sushila the rest room and showers and then takes her to join Emily & Sansa in the waiting lounge. Amy goes to the Madame’s lecturn and turns on the music, a string emsemble at a soft volume. Turning to the stewardess she says they are ready now, would she please inform the gentlemen. She nods and goes out through the door for clients, and they wait!

The door opens and Nilesh, Sudesh and Ranjit enter. They have entered into the spirit of the occasion and have dressed very smartly. He whispers to the stewardess, who goes over to Emily and tells her that a number of officers from the Port Admiral’s staff have asked if they may be allowed to participate. Emily asks if they know that it is simply a social drinks party and is told that they do. The men enter the brothel and are initially stunned at the beauty of their hostesses and at just how much of their charms are on display. The tension is broken as Achara and her team enter with trays loaded with drinks and circulate among the ladies and gentlemen that are now mingling and chatting happily. Everyone, probably under the influence of alcohol, agrees that the party is a great idea and a big hit.

As the party disperses, Emily and Sansa invite Achara to their suite for the meeting she requested. In the suite Achara is invited to sit and Emily congratulates her, and her team, for helping to ensure a successful party. Achara says that she is so happy they are pleased and thanks them for granting her a private meeting and that the other stewardesses have asked for a private meeting with her as well. Sansa asks where she comes from and she replies: “I am from Bangkok Madame”. She tells her that she has a pretty name and that she is lovely too. Achara smiles a thank you.

Emily asks Achara how they can help. She tells them of her wish to earn enough money to be able to help her family. She has been working as a stewardess and the money from that has helped, but she has always backed away from prostitution because it is so prevalent in Bangkok and very risky. However, her eyes have been opened since meeting Madame and seeing how friendly and willing she is to engage herself, in spite of being a wealthy, obviously well educated and cultured lady. Achara asks her question: “Would Madame consider employing her permanently to serve in the brothel?”

Emily responds: “Thank you for your question Achara, I would indeed consider employing you permanently to serve in the brothel as a prostitute. I use the word purposely so there is no doubt what we are discussing. As you know we are both prostitutes, so please do not consider the word offensive in this discussion. Success at the job could open doors for you, but first you have to illegal bahis siteleri be absolutely sure it is what you desire. You know that there are four ladies in the party, including me of course, and it would take a unanimous vote from us if it is to happen, because our high reputation is at stake. I have two questions for you: 1. Do the other ladies that have requested a private meeting, wish to ask me the same question that you have asked? 2. Is there anything else you wish to ask now?”

Achara replies in the affirmative to the first question and in the negative to the second question. Emily asks if she knows the value of her present salary in US dollars and she says it is close to $500 per month and adds that it is the same for every stewardess. Next Emily asks if there is a salary, again in US dollars, that she and the other girls would hope to receive and asks her to be completely honest as it obviously matters to her family. Achara says $5,000 a month would be heavenly. Emily ends the meeting, thanking her for her honesty adding that she may tell each stewardess that has expressed interest, all that has been discussed here today. Emily cautions Achara and the interested stewardesses to keep everything they have learned to themselves as there are some who would not take kindly to what we do, in addition we haven’t decided whether to buy Bangkok Girl yet, but the initial impression is positive.

Nilesh knocks at the door and is admitted just as their little meeting was coming to an end. He enquires whether he may sleep on a couch in the lounge, in case he is needed. Achara’s eyes light up and Emily asks if she would like to stay as well, just in case. Emily looks to Sansa who smiles and nods her agreement, then Emily smiles warmly and says that they both fill their hearts with joy with their request, but expects that they make themselves comfortable enough to sleep. Wishing them a good night, she and Sansa go into the bedroom and close the door but leave it unlocked. Sansa spoons Emily in her loving arms and both drift off to sleep thinking how lucky they are.

At a late breakfast, well after Bangkok Girl has left port, Sansa brings everyone up to date with the latest events. Emily suggests that, unless one of them wishes to work in the brothel, that ‘registered ladies’ might remain on the upper decks and dress appropriately for high society, while the brothel could function as it always has, but be staffed by new recruits who will learn their craft through in-service training. One of the ‘registered ladies’, perhaps on a rota, could each day function as the Madame until one of the recruits becomes capable of managing and training the girls. They all like the idea and agree to think it over.

During the 4 day cruise, the ladies and PSOs settle in. Wherever Emily is located, Nilesh and Achara are always close at hand. Little by little their questions are answered and their doubts resolved. There are no issues raised with the vessel or the crew. When they meet each day to discuss the project after dinner, canlı bahis siteleri Emily notices the level of enthusiasm rising and when she is able to announce that every stewardess has asked to join the brothel team, it rises even more. The ladies talk at length with each stewardess and come to an unanimous decision to employ all seven at a salary of $5,000 per month.

On the final day of the cruise, the daily meeting is held in the early afternoon. An unanimous decision is made to proceed with the purchase of Bangkok Girl and the project. When each of the ladies and their PSOs, inform their stewardess that they will come to Kolkata on board Bangkok Girl, they are pleased beyond measure. Sushila looks wistful and Emily asks if something is troubling her. She smiles replying that she will miss her new friends and Bangkok Girl. Emily tells her there is no need to miss anything as Sansa, Amy and herself are all agreed that she should ask Sushila to join their little family and their lifestyle. Sushila is delighted and hugs Emily saying her law career can go on the back burner so she can engage with them as a career prostitute and the 3 ladies welcome her to the family with big hugs.

After dinner that evening the 7 new employees, present a show of Thai culture, music and dance. It is a great success and presenters as well as audience have a wonderful time together. Emily feels that the cruise has been most auspicious and promises much for the future. They all sleep soundly.

In the morning the Lieutenant joins them at breakfast and asks if the cruise was to their satisfaction, they all reply that it was. Emily says that they wish to proceed with the purchase of Bangkok Girl and have offered permanent employment to each personal stewardess that looked after them. She adds that each stewardess will require a passport so they can travel to Kolkata on board Bangkok Girl. The Lieutenant says he is delighted and asks if he may be excused and be allowed to inform the Port Admiral. He bows and leaves just as Bangkok Girl arrives at her berth. She is moored securely and the gangway lowered into place. Amy remarks how nice it is to arrive without the drama of SWAT teams coming aboard and Emily & Sansa agree with a laugh.

On disembarkation, they are conducted to the Office of the Port Admiral and are received with a gentle courtesy. Emily and Sushila scrutinise the contract to purchase Bangkok Girl ensuring that it be conditional on the satisfactory report by a credited marine surveyor and that a half payment of $75 million be paid by cheque this very day, the concluding half payment of $75 million becoming due on safe delivery to Kolkata with the seven new female employees, bearing a passport, on board. The Port Admiral signs on behalf of the Thai government and Emily & Sansa sign as the purchasers with Sushila signing to witness the signatures. Emily writes out the cheque, the largest amount she has ever written, and after Sushila’s confirmation, bows and presents it to the Port Admiral who accepts it with a bow.

They get into the limousine and are driven directly to the Learjet 75 waiting for them at the airport. On safe arrival at Delhi airport they get into the limousine that Sushila arranged and are driven to what will soon become “The Best Erotic Marigold Hotel of Delhi”.

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