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Private journal of Anna Volakas

Monday 22nd September, 2014

I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange … guilty. I don’t know why I feel that way, because it doesn’t make sense; but I do know what’s causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won’t be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty.

But here’s the thing: I’m not completely sure I want it out of my head. How’s that for messed up? Pretty frickin’ perfect, I should think; perfectly messed up is exactly what it is. The truth? I haven’t felt this excited … this alive … since my honeymoon. I think that’s why I feel guilty; not because what I’m feeling is wrong — I don’t think it is — but because these feelings should be reserved for Nick, my husband.

~~~

Shit. I just re-read what I’ve written so far and I sound like a lying, cheating bitch. Even to myself. But I’m not … at least, I’ve taken a long, hard look inside and I don’t believe I am.

What if someone reads this? What if Nick reads this? Holy crap, Nick, are you reading this, baby? I can picture it so clearly; I left this thing lying open, or you went looking in my drawer for my keys, or any one of a million other things that could put this in your hands. Maybe I got killed at work and you’re sifting through my stuff, trying to make sense of the insensible, and this is what you find! Now I feel like an utter turd; part of me wants to tear out this page and burn the fucking thing.

But I have to go on. I have to. Nick, baby, if you are reading this then please keep an open mind. Know that I love you. Always have, always will. Nothing has changed there. But there is something new; something inside me that I have to deal with and it doesn’t affect the way I love you. I’m not trying to make something happen with Susan, but if it did — and I know you probably won’t believe this — then it might actually be good for me. For us. I feel that very strongly.

~~~

Damn, clock’s ticking Anna. Forty minutes writing this and so far all you have is a page full of bullshit and innuendo. Maybe it’s time to take a concrete pill — as they say at the station — and harden the fuck up! Okay, here goes: I think I’m a lesbian. A rug-munching, fuzz-bumping, clam-digging, scissor sister! A fucking diesel-dyke copper; what a cliché.

I thought that would make me feel better, but it didn’t. It makes me feel worse, not least of all because it’s not true. I just made myself cry. Good job, Anna.

I’m straight; I like guys.

I like the way they look and I like the way they feel.

I love my husband.

I don’t go for chicks.

I don’t check out their tits or their legs.

I don’t undress them in my mind.

I don’t find them interesting … except for Susan.

Susan!

Susan is …?

…?

Interesting.

For the life of me I don’t know what’s interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.

~~~

It’s not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it’s shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now.

It was the dream; that’s what feels shameful … even though it shouldn’t. Nothing that feels that good should feel shameful. If only ‘good’ was all it felt; but it felt right, too.

Shit, I’ve been at this for over an hour now and I’ve gotten exactly nowhere. Are you still reading, Nick? Are you bored yet? Confused? Disgusted? How could you be; I haven’t actually said anything; not anything of substance. Is there even anything substantive to tell? There must be; I can still feel it inside me. I started this wretched journal to get it out where I could deal with, so let’s have at it.

‘The Incident’, capital-I, inverted commas, the works. Geez, chill-pill Anna; it sounds like one of those apocalypse TV dramas like Revolution; where they refer to some shadowy event in the past that wiped out civilization. It was nothing so macabre. I feel like saying something trite like “but it rocked my world”, but it sounds so … well, trite! Even reading it back, it sounds ridiculous, but it’s how I feel. Is that weird? That complex emotions can be so aptly described by a stupid, clichéd phrase? Is anyone still reading? Is Anna ever going to grow a set and actually write down what happened rather than every single fucking girly emotion that courses through her oestrogen-soaked walking corpse?

~~~

It was the kindergarten barbecue. It’s Jimmy’s first year at kinder; geez, it seems like he was a baby just last week. The barbecue was put on by the parents’ committee as a getting-to-know-you sort of thing. Most of the Moms turned up and about a third of the Dads; that’s modern parenting for you. Nick was there. I’m proud of him for that. He was probably just networking canlı bahis and drumming up local contracting business; I know how he loves local jobs. He gets to sleep in (until 6:30am! But that’s contracting and he walked into it eyes open) and sometimes he comes home for lunch. I do shifts, so sometimes I’m home when he does; and if I’ve just come off a late-shift and Jimmy is with his Nona then I might still be in bed and … well … I guess I love it too when he has local jobs.

A few of the Moms introduced themselves. I remembered all of their names, but that’s the police training, not because I clicked with any of them. Most of the ones there without husbands were stay-at-home Moms whose lives revolve around their kids. I’m not judging them as more or less worthy than me, we just don’t have a lot in common.

Often at that type of thing, you don’t get to socialize because you’re busy supervising kids; but that’s one attraction of a kinder function: the kids all know each other, they’re locked in, and the play equipment is all age appropriate. I followed Jimmy around for a little while, but he didn’t seem to need me so I drifted away. Like every barbecue in North America since Columbus first lit a fire under a buffalo, the guys gravitated towards the grill and the women moved far enough away so they wouldn’t hear the foul language and prepared way more salad than would actually be eaten.

So of course I grabbed a brew and stepped up to the grill.

Some of the others looked rattled but Nick didn’t bat an eyelid; he knows I work with guys all day and he knows the way cops talk. Heck, we’ve had enough of them around to our house over the years. I was wearing what Nick calls my ‘off-duty uniform’; navy-blue t-shirt, jeans and sunglasses. Exactly the same as the rest of them, in other words … except my jeans were a bit tighter. The t-shirt too, if we’re being honest. God made me 5’3″ with C-cups, and if you can’t hide ’em then you might as well flaunt ’em. All the guys had sunglasses too so I couldn’t see their eyes, but sometimes you don’t need to see to know where they’re looking. And I don’t mind that; it can be creepy when a guy feels you up with his eyes, but it’s kind of sweet when they’re just looking and think you can’t tell. Nick doesn’t mind, thank God; he’s proud of my body, small but toned.

I could tell I was cramping the conversation, but then Nick told them I was a cop and one idiot asked I had my off-duty piece. In a kindergarten, for fuck’s sake!

“What do you think, smart guy?” I laughed to keep it friendly — even though I thought he was an idiot — and held out my arms, turning right and left; my tight t-shirt and jeans made it obvious I wasn’t carrying. “Where do you think I’ve got it stashed?”

Unconsciously, his eyes dropped to my waist — I had invited it after all — and even with the sunglasses on everybody saw him do it.

“Geez, it’s a Beretta, not a fucking Derringer!” I said with mock surprise. “It’s not going to fit up there! Mom warned me to carry protection when I started seeing boys; maybe I misunderstood what she meant.”

The guys all cracked up, and I was happy to see the idiot a bit red-faced. Pretty soon they were back to normal and I was one of the guys; just like on the job.

~~~

I just re-read all of that. Funny how it doesn’t mention Susan. I’m such a coward. I’ve run out of time and my shift starts in a couple of hours, so I’ll have to finish this tomorrow.

~~~

Private journal of Anna Volakas

Tuesday 23rd September, 2014

New development. I just got an IM.

@Susan.Richards.MD: Hi Anna, sorry again about Sunday. Drinks Fri night? Sus x

Shit, what does that all mean? ‘Sorry’? Is she into that kind of thing and just made a mistake? Or is she hetero and thinks I took it the wrong way? Either way, she knows I’m straight. Drinks? Sure, straight girls do that. Even if they do get off on the wrong foot. It’s not like we parted angry, but we didn’t exactly become BFFs either. Obviously she got my details from the kinder contact list, so she remembered my name. That’s interesting. Unless she picked the only Greek surname off the list and rolled the dice; the black hair and olive skin is a bit of giveaway. So what does all that add up to? Jack shit, that’s what.

But ‘x’? Not an initial, so a kiss? People sign-off like that … I think. Cops don’t. Nobody I know does. Maybe teenagers. But doctors? What does that mean? Want to get some drinks and finish up with some hot tongue action? Shit, I just read that back … I didn’t mean … I just meant kissing. For fuck’s sake, who blushes when they’re on their own?

I can’t think about it now; I still need to write out what happened.

~~~

I’m a cheap date. At 114 pounds, one beer is about as much as my system can handle, and ten minutes after I put it in, it wanted to come out the other end. Seems like the only time I can control my bladder is on patrol — because I bahis siteleri have to — but any other time …? It started when I was pregnant, peeing every ten minutes, but Jimmy was nearly five years ago, so things should have returned to normal. It’s a bitch to be me. Pity party for one.

Surprisingly, the kinder actually has a decent adult bathroom. The building isn’t new, so it probably wasn’t always a kindergarten and the two-stall ladies bathroom is a legacy of a previous age. I did my thing and then stood washing my hands in front of the long mirror, looking at my reflection and checking for lines and grey hairs, making sure nothing was sagging that should be firm. I was washed and dry and everything else was five-by. I still looked great.

I was looking at my breasts — hey, I had to keep up with the guys who had been staring all afternoon — and realised they weren’t tender. I’d never had pre-menstrual breast-pain until recently, but probably from the beginning of this summer I’d noticed it, the last day or two before my period. It had returned right on cue the day before the barbecue, but it was gone again and that was weird. I felt them to make sure; gingerly at first, but there was no pain.

“Don’t mind me, I just need to pee.”

Holy fuck, where did you come from? Stealth-Mom! I didn’t even hear the door. She was early thirties like me, about my height or an inch taller, and a similar compact shape without the muscle-tone. But that’s where the similarity ended. She had styled blonde hair that she wore down, just past the shoulder, and she was dressed in a white, sleeveless blouse and soft-pink skirt with pantyhose and a pair of white, wedge sandals.

She looked at me holding my breasts and I saw a slight change in her eyes, a mix of curiosity and maybe concern. “Do you want a hand with that?” she asked without inflection.

What the fuck? Do I want a hand feeling my tits? Jesus!

“Do you want to go fuck yourself?” I shot back deadpan. It was out of my mouth before I could take it back; it was the sort of thing I’d say at work if a crack-whore made the same offer, but this middle-class Mom had surprised it out of me.

That same look of curiosity and concern stayed on her face for a two-count while she processed what I’d said, then her blue eyes bulged comically for a second and her face dropped in horror. Poor thing had probably never heard language like that. And then she surprised me; she burst out laughing. It just exploded from her — this sudden burst of hilarity — and her face transformed from horror to outright glee. God only knows what my face looked like; I’d just been lesbo-propositioned in a kindergarten bathroom, told a soccer-Mom to fuck herself, and now I was getting laughed at.

“Oh shit! Whoops!” she clutched her groin, still giggling uncontrollably. “I almost peed myself. Give me a moment.” And then she ran into the stall and slammed the door.

I heard the sounds of cotton and nylon and she did battle with her skirt and pantyhose while she talked in broken half-sentences.

“I’m so sorry,” she began. “I don’t know how that must have … I mean, I’m not … I didn’t … Oh flip, now I can’t pee. Shut up a minute …”

I don’t know why she was telling me to shut up; I hadn’t said anything since I told her to fuck herself. A moment later, she got started and I heard a soft sigh of relief.

“I’m Susan,” she said through the door. “Zack’s Mom. I think I introduced myself earlier.” (She hadn’t) “I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine what you must have thought. It’s just … I saw you doing a breast exam and it looked … well it looked like you hadn’t done one before.”

That was actually true. Nick examined them regularly and in minute detail, though possibly not for lumps or anomalies. Since Jimmy was weaned, I’ve pretty much left them to their own devices. I was deeply regretting what I’d said at this point; how could I have thought she was propositioning me?

“Um … no, I’m … um sorry,” I stumbled through an apology. If it was my son doing it, I would have made him start over.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” she laughed. I heard the sound of tearing toilet paper and then she paused again before resuming over the flushing toilet. “The look on your face was priceless, and I completely deserved it.” She paused while I listened to her fight again with the pantyhose and getting her skirt back down over her hips.

She came out smiling with roses in her cheeks and looked at me in the mirror. I felt a little pang of jealousy at her blonde good-looks; petite and feminine, she was the quintessential yummy-Mommy.

“I’m a doctor,” she explained. “I have women parading around in my exam-room with their boobs hanging out all day, so showing them how to examine themselves is the most natural thing in the world for me.” She shrugged as she dried her hands with a ‘what-can-you-do?’ gesture. “I just spend so much of my life with patients, sometimes I forget how to relate to real people.” Then bahis şirketleri she smiled again, “So when I ask to feel your boobs, it’s just how doctors say hello.”

“Right,” I said flatly. “Well I’m a cop. I spend my days with crack-whores and dealers, so when I tell you to go fuck yourself, that’s just how cops say hello.” I couldn’t help a smirk at the end of that. We’d just both done what comes most naturally, and in retrospect, it was kind of funny.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name,” she said. I hadn’t told her yet, but doctors probably weren’t as good with names as cops; they dealt with one person at a time and had all their details on a clipboard. Or so I believed from watching TV dramas.

“Anna Volakas,” I said, still looking at her in the mirror. “Sergeant.”

“Susan Richards,” she replied, smiling. “M.D.” There was a little flicker of ironic acknowledgement in her eyes, suggesting we both knew it was absurd to be using titles at a kindergarten barbecue, but still we couldn’t help ourselves. Curse of the career woman. Obviously I had mis-characterized her as a soccer-Mom.

“So did you …,” she searched for the words, “… um, want to?”

“Want to what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Learn how to do a self-examination,” she smiled, and then holding up her hands, “I won’t touch. Promise. Learned my lesson the first time.”

I didn’t really want to talk about breasts with this unusual woman at all, but she had completely disarmed me with her wit and that almost hysterical outburst of laughter. Part of me was curious; I knew it was something I had been ignoring for a long time that I really should learn, but it wasn’t like I was ever going to have an idle moment when I would decide to look it up for myself.

“Fuck it,” I breathed. “Okay. What do I have to do?”

“What? Oh, okay,” she smiled. “I didn’t think you were going to. You just had that look.”

“I wasn’t going to,” I said.

“Right, well. First thing: you don’t just feel,” she began in a brisk tone, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it untucked from her skirt. “You need to look as well, and you can’t do either properly wearing a bra.”

Shit, I didn’t see this coming. I just met the woman, I wasn’t really planning on having a titty tea-party with her. I felt a moment of reluctance when an icy shiver went down my back, but then I had to smile inwardly; how many times had I had them out when Jimmy was breast-feeding? That was a few years ago now, but it seems some of the dignity that fled my life the day I lay on a bed with a doctor, Nick, and two midwives staring up my twat was finally growing back. What the hell, I said to myself; I could get the girls out for another public performance. Just this once, by popular demand.

“I teach a three-step exam, rather than the five-step,” she explained. “A lot of women promise they’ll do weekly exams to your face, but then life takes over and they forget, so simpler is better.”

Susan was pulling off her blouse already as she talked to me in the mirror, revealing an expensive, lacy white bra. Such a typical suburban yummy-Mommy. The pink skirt hugging her slim hips contrasted with the creamy, white flesh of stomach; perfectly flat and not a hint of muscle — how did she get it that flat without crunches? Everywhere else was soft curves. Her waist wasn’t angled like mine; it was just a continuation of the gentle curve of her hips that flowed smoothly out again at her breasts: round and full B-cups, snugly tucked into a pretty girlie bra that she picked out precisely for the reason that it could be shown off through the blouse.

“I’ll just show you number one and two,” she went on. “One is in the shower and two is in the mirror. Three is in bed, so we can leave that one until we get to know each other a bit better,” she joked. At least it sounded like a joke.

Throwing modesty to the wind, I pulled my t-shirt over my head to reveal my highly practical and comfortable black lycra bra, just as she was reaching behind to unclasp that Victoria’s Secret page three special.

Susan shrugged off her shoulder straps, and cupping it in both hands she lowered it to reveal her breasts, round and full at the bottom with a ski-jump curve on top. With my fingers working at the clasp on my own bra, I froze, an unfamiliar shiver pricking goose-bumps on my arms and making the little hairs stand on end.

Oh my God. They match!

The thought was so clear and real, I wondered for moment if it had come out of my mouth. Her areolae were tiny, about the size of pennies, with small, slightly upturned nipples at the center of each — so small and perfect, it was hard to believe they’d ever seen the inside of a baby’s mouth. But the thing that stopped me was the color; it was the exact shade of pink as her skirt.

My own skin is a Mediterranean olive brown — almost dark enough for skinhead Nazi punks to call me ‘colored’, but really no more than the deep tan that an Anglo can go if they see a lot of sun. I guess I’ve seen white girls’ tits before — mostly at night busting street walkers who won’t get a fucking room — but I haven’t ever been affected like that. It was actually scary; I could feel my jugular throbbing in my neck.

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I was finally boarding the plane, after making my way through the maze of airport security, when my cell phone rang. Oh, good, it was my best friend Tina! We’d been playing phone tag for a few days, and I wanted to talk to her before taking off on this business trip.

“Hey, Tina, you just caught me – I’m getting on the plane right now!”

“I thought I might catch you, Kristie! I hope you have a great trip. I know you’re not particularly excited about all of your meetings, but maybe you can have some fun while you’re there?”

“Yeah, I’m sure I can – maybe I’ll even meet someone new, see where things lead.”

“Hey, maybe you’ll meet someone new on the plane – finally join the mile high club!” Tina said with a chuckle, knowing I was far too straight-laced ever to do such a thing.

“Yeah, right, Tina, I’m sure. After all the uneventful flights I’ve had to and from business meetings, this will be the one where I join the mile high club.” I blushed as I realized that a few people heard me as I walked down the aisle, looking for my seat. Oh well, I’m sure they could tell I was joking.

“OK, I’m at my seat now, I’d better go. I’ll call you when I get there.”

Tina, not ready to stop teasing, said, “OK, but first you have to describe to me the hottie you’ll be sitting next to!”

“Jeez, Tina, why do you take such pleasure in embarrassing me? Luckily for me, there’s nobody in the seat next to me, so I don’t have to answer your question. Bye, I’ll call you when I get there.”

“OK, talk to you soon.”

All kidding aside, I was glad there was nobody sitting next to me. It would be nice to stretch my legs a bit and put my carry-on bag in the seat next to me. I still needed a little time to prepare for my meetings. As soon as the plane was airborne, I pulled out my laptop and started going over my notes.

After about 20 minutes, the flight attendant came by with the beverage cart. “Can I offer you something, miss? Water, juice?”

Pulling my nose out of my laptop, I looked up at her, replying, “Water would be great, thanks.”

“Here you go, miss. Oh, and you’re in seat 34A? I have a note for you from another passenger.”

I was baffled, but took the note from her anyway, unfolded it, and read it as I sipped my water. Most of the water came right back out of my mouth in an unintentional spit-take as the contents of the note sunk in. Not only had someone on the plane heard my ‘mile high’ comment, they appeared to be propositioning me. But who? And was it just a joke?

The note read, “I liked what I heard, and what I saw. I’m in 17F if you’re interested in living out that little fantasy of yours. Walk over here and check me out. If you don’t like what you see, just keep moving, and I’ll leave you alone. If you do, give me a little nod and go back to your seat. I’ll make the next move.”

I could feel the blood rushing to my face, again embarrassed at my careless comment while getting on the plane. But I was also intrigued, and instantly turned on. What harm could it do to just follow the instructions?” If I wasn’t interested once I got there, I could just keep on walking. After what seemed like forever, I got up the courage to put my laptop away and get out of my seat. I killed even more time by stopping in the bathroom, where I splashed some cold water on my face. Nope, it didn’t cool me off. Still hot and bothered, I decided to keep going, and made my way through the aisles to the opposite side of the plane, in search of 17F.

I’m sure my mouth dropped open as I approached the seat and saw the occupant – it was a woman! I had just assumed that the note had come from a man. Shocked as I was, I was still turned on, and gave the hot young woman a little nod. She nodded back in understanding, and I returned to my seat.

“I’ll make the next move,” the note had said. What would she do? When? How would I know? I didn’t have to think about it for very long, as she soon appeared in the aisle next to my seat. “Do you remember me?” she asked me in a perky voice, loud enough for those around us to hear. “Kennedy High School, right?” giving canlı bahis me a glance that suggested I should go along with what she was saying.

“Yeah, hey, great to see you again,” was my reply. “Do you want to join me? There’s nobody in this seat next to me.”

“Sure, that’d be great, give us a chance to catch up.” And with that, she sat down next to me. Passengers in neighboring seats had clearly decided that we were boring, and began putting on their headphones to avoid having to listen to this conversation of 20-somethings catching up from high school. As they were doing that, this stranger sitting next to me whispered to me that her name was Vanessa. She looked to be about 21, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and an obviously hot body only slightly hidden by the baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants she was wearing for the flight. Me? I’m 23, a natural blonde with green eyes, perky 36C tits, and long lean legs. My comfortable flight outfit was slightly different from hers – I was in a tight-fitting blue t-shirt, a knee-length denim skirt, and boots.

She took the airplane blanket from her seat, unfolded it, and motioned for me to cover myself with it as fully as I could. I did so. She whispered to me that she would keep up the pretense of our conversation, and expected me to as well, but that she would also begin whispering instructions to me, and expected me to follow them.

“So, where are you working now?” was her innocent conversation starter, followed by, in her whispered voice, “Pull up your shirt and start fondling your tits.”

Under cover of the blanket, I followed her first instruction, pulling my tight top over my breasts (I never wear a bra when I fly) so that my hands had access. “I’m in advertising, and I’m actually on a trip to meet with a client,” my proper answer followed.

“That’s cool! I’m just getting my feet wet in real estate.” And after a pause, “Now, you can keep working your tits if you want, but I want you to unzip your skirt, and use one of your hands to reach into your panties and start rubbing your clit.”

“That must be an exciting field,” I replied, trying to contain a sigh as the fingers of my right hand found my hard clit.

“It really is. I get to make my own schedule, and it’s satisfying to help people find their perfect location.” The subtle double-entendre obviously intentional, she continued, “I want you to really start working your clit. Take your hand off your breast, it’s too obvious under the blanket, and I think someone’s coming.”

I quickly shifted my hands so that both were inside my panties, with my left thumb working my clit and a few fingers of my left hand now slipping into my pussy. She was right, this looked less obvious to someone walking in the aisle, as long as I kept my movements slow and steady.

Allowing the innocent conversation to end, as often happens on flights anyway as one or both people get bored, she now just whispered her sexual instructions to me. “Keep going, work it, I want you to be ready for what’s coming. That’s it, real slow and steady.”

What did she mean, what’s coming? And why wasn’t she asking me to do anything for her? But I didn’t care – I was committed to this, no matter what she had planned. I was now rubbing my clit more furiously, but the fingers in my pussy were keeping up their regular calm rhythm. As I arched my back and let my head fall back against my seat, I could feel her move closer to me, whispering in my ear, “Stop. Make yourself decent, and when you’re ready, go up to first class.” With that, she got up and left.

I really didn’t want to stop, as I was well on my way to bringing myself to an orgasm right here in my seat, with unknowing passengers all around me. But I decided to trust that she must have something exciting planned for us. It took me a few minutes to readjust my clothes underneath the blanket and decide that I was presentable enough to get up and walk through the aisles without drawing attention to myself. Thankfully, the flight attendants were all busy getting the food service ready, so none of them noticed as I went through bahis siteleri the curtain separating first class from coach.

Vanessa was already there, in a seat next to a very handsome man, obviously quite a bit older than her – maybe 45? He was dressed for business in a very expensive suit that showed off his athletic physique, and I quickly noticed his deep brown eyes as I came closer to their seats. I also noticed that they were the only passengers in first class, and realized that we could probably do something pretty wild right here without being caught.

Before I could say anything, he addressed me. “Vanessa tells me you’re up for a little excitement on this flight?”

“Oh, yeah,” I replied, “just tell me what you want, I’m ready for anything.”

“Well, I think the flight attendants will be coming through here with the meal service soon, so maybe we should start things with you hidden out of sight. Why don’t you get on all fours and crawl over here, I bet you can get my cock nice and hard while I wait for my meal.”

“Hmm, sounds like a plan,” I said, and quickly followed his instructions. I chuckled to myself as I realized how much more legroom there was in first class – enough to get a blowjob from a girl kneeling in front of you! I was soon positioned on all fours between the two of them, with my ass between Vanessa’s legs and my mouth between his. As I unzipped his slacks and pulled out his flaccid cock, Vanessa spread out another airplane blanket, hiding me – to anyone walking down the aisle, the two of them just looked like a cozy, cuddly couple. I then heard both of them pull down their tray tables, giving me even more protection from detection.

As I began working slowly on his cock, I could hear the flight attendant’s cart make its way towards us. He was just beginning to get hard in my mouth, and Vanessa’s hand was surreptitiously hiking up my skirt, as the flight attendant asked them both, “Chicken or pasta?”

With the utmost innocence, the man (I still didn’t know his name!) asked if they could both have the chicken, but if she could please put their meals off to the side, maybe on one of the empty seats, because right now they just wanted to take a nap.

“Absolutely, sir, I’ll just leave your meals right over here, and I’ll be sure you’re not disturbed until later in the flight.”

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.”

As the flight attendant left with her cart, I could hear the tray tables going back up, and then felt Vanessa’s hand slide into my panties. My pussy was still so wet from my earlier masturbation that two of her fingers slid in easily, and she began finger-fucking me hard, which encouraged me to go at his cock with more enthusiasm. He was big – 8 inches at least – but I was now taking his entire length into my mouth with each stroke, and fondling his balls as I sucked.

I could feel him start to thrust, but he quickly stopped himself, obviously wanting to save something for later. Vanessa’s fingers pulled out of me, and they both whispered for me to get up. As I emerged from under the blanket, I could see that they had also pushed back the armrest between them, effectively turning their first-class airplane seats into a big leather sofa.

Vanessa gave me her seat, and took my place kneeling on the floor. I assumed that she was going to take over sucking the man’s cock, but instead she went down on me – the first time a woman had done that! She started with her tongue on my clit, in long, slow licks interrupted occasionally with a teasing nibble. After a few moments, she added her hand, wetting her fingers in my very wet pussy and pushing them into me. Two, three, four fingers of her petite hand were now, again, fucking me as she continued to lick my clit.

I looked over at the man, who was obviously extremely turned on by this action in the seat next to him. I spit on my hand and grabbed his cock, and began working him in long, slow strokes. In return, he leaned down and devoured my right breast, sucking firmly and nibbling on my nipple. This hot threesome, especially with the expert attention bahis şirketleri on my pussy and clit, was beginning to bring me to the edge of a powerful orgasm. I arched my back and moaned, but just as the sound escaped my lips, I could feel the man’s hand cover my mouth.

“Shhhhhh,” he whispered, “we’ll get caught.”

I nodded my understanding, remembering where I was, and he took his hand away again. He then tapped Vanessa on the shoulder, and when she looked up at him, whispered, “It’s time.”

With that, Vanessa pulled away from me and stood up. I still wanted, needed, to cum, but I was at the mercy of these two incredibly hot and adventurous people. I wanted either for Vanessa to keep eating my pussy, or for this man to fuck me, but left myself open to whatever they had in mind – they had obviously worked out this fantasy to every detail.

Luckily, they were mind readers. The man motioned for me to get up and stand in front of him. At first I faced him, but he then turned me around, hiked up my skirt, and pushed his hand between my legs, forcing me to spread them, straddling his. With me in this vulnerable position, he reached up, and with one hand on each shoulder, pulled me down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Before I could even catch my breath, his entire length was inside of me, and the feeling of fullness after so much foreplay almost sent me into orgasm instantly.

Vanessa, still on the floor in front of us, started working on both of us as he began to fuck me, slowly at first. Her tongue again found my clit, and as I looked down at her beautiful face, I could see that she was fondling the man’s balls with both hands. Meanwhile, he had reached around and grabbed both of my breasts firmly, using them to encourage my motion up and down on his cock. As we began moving faster, Vanessa was no longer able to keep her tongue on my clit, and instead began stroking it with her thumb. She also let go of his balls as he began to thrust into me, allowing them to slap against me with the end of each long stroke.

The man began to moan softly, and I could feel his hot breath on my back as I began furiously bobbing up and down on his cock. Vanessa, no longer able to keep up with our rapid fucking, stood up in front of me, and I now found her navel directly in front of my face. Although obviously enjoying the show, she was clearly missing out on the action, so I took it upon myself to lick two of my fingers, reach down, and thrust them into her pussy. She responded by spreading her legs slightly, giving me even more access, and I soon had three, then four fingers inside of her, a tight fit, and began fucking her with the same fast rhythm I was using on his cock.

As he fucked me and I fucked her, I could see them looking deep into each other’s eyes. This was obviously the fulfillment of their fantasy, but fortunately I was also getting something out of this whole scenario. As her juices began to flow down around my fingers, dripping down my hand, he moved his hands from my breasts to my hips, and I could tell he was coming close to cumming. With no words, only the sounds of sex overwhelmed the roar of the plane: his cock sliding in and out of my dripping pussy, his balls slapping against my skin, my fingers forcing themselves into her tight pussy.

I was the first to cum, biting my own hand to avoid screaming out with one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. As I reached the end of my climax, I stopped my motion up and down on his cock, and allowed my pulsing pussy muscles to do the rest, clenching around his cock as he shot his cum deep inside of me. Watching the ecstasy on each of our faces, Vanessa let herself go as well, and I felt a rush of juices spill out over my fingers. I’m sure this was just the first of many orgasms for her today as they celebrated the living out of this fantasy.

Knowing that a lot of time had passed and that the flight attendant would surely be back soon, I quickly pulled myself up, pulled down my skirt and top, and made myself as presentable as possible for the walk back to my seat. Realizing my hand was still covered with her cum, I offered it to her to lick her juices from me. As she did, the man, who had also been busy making himself presentable, now whispered to me, simply, “Thank you.”

My reply, also whispered, was, “No, really, thank you.”

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MMMMM. 4th of July weekend. I went to the Green with a friend and her son. While standing in line to get her son an Ice Cream, Sarah and I spotted an attractive man walking towards us. I told Sarah that I would be right back I pulled out the winder on my watch and changed the time. I walked toward him and like an innocent child I told him that winder on my watch had gotten snagged and was wondering if he could tell me the time so that I could reset it. He told me the time and I began my flirting. Knowing what I wanted I went for it. I cast out and he bit the hook. I found out that he was on the green with his daughter but that the next day was all open. I asked if he had any friends that might want to join.

When I met up with Tony the next day he had 3 friends with him, Bryan, Billy, and Chris. WE got a room in the next town and went straight to it. As soon as the door was closed Tony took his clothes off and then his friends followed. Tony came up to me as I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair and put his cock in front of my mouth. I went right to it taking his big hard cock into my mouth, canlı bahis moving my lips up and down the shaft. HE stepped back and I looked around the room and noticed that Bryan, Chris, and Billy were all stroking their cocks. He had me lay on the bed and he straddled my face and stroked his cock as I licked and sucked on his balls. I felt someone pull at my shorts till they were off but I couldn’t tell who it was.

Once my shorts and underwear were removed I felt a very nice tongue hit my clit sending shocks through my body. It was such an exciting feeling not being able to see what was coming next. It heightened the sexual pleasure so much. Tony still stroking his cock backed up a little so that I could get his cock into my mouth. As Tony was fucking my mouth The tongue on my clit started to flick sideways and then I felt a finger enter my wet pussy tickling me from the inside. Then as I sucked Tony’s cock I felt the tongue stop and the fingers stop. I then felt someone’s cock slowly enter my pussy. They pulled out just a bit and then thrust back inside and started to thrust hard and fast. Before bahis siteleri I knew they pulled the cock out of my pussy and I felt something hot hit my thigh. He had already Cum. With Tony’s cock in my mouth I couldn’t say much and I then felt someone wipe the cum away with what felt like a towel.

I was so disappointed. Tony leaned forward and was fucking my mouth straight down so his cock was actually starting to go down my throat making me gag a little. He then pulled up some and let me move my head to suck his cock. Tony began to cum and as he did he pushed his cock back down into my mouth. I drank it all down. He then moved and then I could see that Bryan and Billy were still stroking their cocks as Chris sat on the other bed and Tony went into the bathroom to clean himself off. Bryan and Billy both moved up so that their cocks were on each side of my mouth. I began to suck on Brian’s and then turn and suck on Billy’s. Tony came out of the bathroom and left the room.

I was still sucking on Brian and Billy’s cocks as Tony walked back into the room with a bandanna. He told me to sit up and bahis şirketleri he then blindfolded me with it. He told me to get on all 4s and I did so. I then felt a cock hit my lips and I took it into my mouth. I then felt another cock enter my pussy and almost at the same time they began to thrust into me. I tried to let out a moan but a cock thrusting toward my throat silenced it and in turn I gagged instead. I felt the man behind me grab my hips and push his cock all the way inside. Once there he started to grind his hips in almost a circular motion. The man in front of me was holding onto my head as he fucked my mouth as deep as my throat would let him. I then heard the man in front of me moan just slightly (I realized then that it was Bryan) and he came into my mouth.

After swallowing I leaned my head down to enjoy the cock inside of my pussy. Then he stopped and told me to turn around. I did and he inserted again in the missionary position then lifted my legs so that they were on his shoulders. He leaned down just a bit and started to thrust deep. Then his thrusts became shallow and he pulled out and I felt his cum hit my stomach. I immediately started to wipe it with my hand so that I could taste it. I licked my fingers clean and then the bandanna was removed. All of us cleaned up and then went and got something to eat.

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He took my hand and led me with silent steps towards the bathroom. He dropped my hand as he paused and turned around. He leaned back against the door and smiled at me. I smiled back at him and stepped forwards. He laid his hand on my shoulders and slid them softly down my arms. His fingers sought mine and interlaced. He pulled me towards him and kissed me hotly. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and pressed my body against his, moaning softly into his mouth. I longed to taste him – the sweet nectar of his skin.

His hands broke free of mine and slid the thin straps of my jammys down across my shoulders. I trembled at his light touch and felt my breath catch in my throat. He abruptly broke our kiss and moved his lips to the place where my neck met my shoulder and kissed from my shoulder to my earlobe. He nipped at my earlobe and then whispered ‘I want you, Lai.’ I tilted back my head and whispered ‘I want you too.’

He trailed one fingertip across my collarbone while his eyes locked into mine. He continued trailing his fingertip down my sternum, between my breasts, across my belly button, and along the length of my waistband. His deep eyes penetrated mine and I felt my very soul canlı bahis quake. I wanted to look away but I remained spellbound.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, leaning forward. His lips met mine and as I felt his tongue invade my mouth his hand slipped underneath my waistband. He expertly parted my cunt lips and drove his index finger deep within me. I gasped against his hot mouth and felt my knees grow weak. He growled low in the back of his throat and I knew I was his. He withdrew his finger, glistening, from my cunt and lifted to his mouth. He parted his lips and put his finger inside, sucking it clean. Then he reached behind him and opened the bathroom door.

The bathtub was enormous and the frothy bubbles spilled forth. The lights were off and candles burned around the perimeter, casting shadows on the tiled walls. I stood barefooted on the white carpeting. He stood before me and removed his shirt and then stepped out of his pants. He told me to lift my arms and as I did so, he pulled off my shirt, revealing my hardened pink nipples. He took one and pinched it between his thumb and his forefinger. ‘Turn around.’ he said.

I turned and faced the bahis siteleri wall. I heard his soft steps behind me. He pulled my jammy bottoms off my body and told me to step out of them. I did so and he put his knee between my legs and spread them further apart. I heard him kneel and he began again to rise as he was kissing the back of my legs, my thighs, and then nipped my ass. I moaned softly and he silenced me. He kissed up the length of my spine. He stood behind me and pressed himself against me. I felt him hard against my ass. Then he stepped back and I felt the sting as his hand met my ass with surprising force. ‘Into the bath with you then.’ he growled.

I stepped naked into the water. I felt the steam rise around my and my cunt grow wet in anticipation. I knelt in the water as he stood next to the tub, his hard cock jutting out before him. I licked my red lips and leaned forward, taking the purplish crown into my hot, wet, waiting mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip and cupped his sac with my free hand. He grunted. I buried his cock in my mouth, taking him all in until my nose was buried in the tangle of hair there. I breathed in his intoxicating scent. He grabbed my bahis şirketleri hair with one hand and urged me to suck harder. I obliged.

He stepped back and his cock slid out of my mouth with a soft pop. He put his hand on my shoulder and stepped into the water. He laid down and settled back then crooked his finger at me. I crawled on top of him, careful to keep my cunt just barely on the tip of his cock. I met his lips and kissed him deeply. His hands swum through the water and he splayed his fingers across each of my ass cheeks and raised his hips all at once. I moaned as I felt him penetrate me fully. ‘Oh yes…’ I whispered into his mouth.

He removed his hands from my ass as his hips begin to keep rhythm with mine. His fingers found my nipples and pinched them as his cock thrust in and out of my cunt. I leaned forward and sucked on his neck until I felt a welt rising beneath my tongue. ‘Fuck me baby…’ he cried out. I intensified my efforts. The water ebbed and flowed around us as his cock mercilessly pounded my cunt over and over again. I screamed out in pleasure as I felt my back arch involuntarily.

I felt his cock slide in and out of my cunt repeatedly as he moaned out my name. I felt myself begin to cum and I screamed out his name as my muscles milked him repeatedly as I crested over the edge. My orgasm was enough to set him off and he kissed me deeply as he exploded in waves deep within me.

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She smiled as she looked out over the deep blue expanse. Her hair fluttered in the western winds as the ship made a gentle turn. Her smile widened as her sandy brown locks caressed her face, able to do what the wind could not. The gentle spray of a crashing wave misted her face and her eyes closed as the gentle touch was nearly too much. She laughed quietly as the wind picked up once more, blowing another wave around her, as though the wind was jealous that the water had a chance to touch her gentle face. She opened her steel blue eyes and sighed. She had put nearly put her entire life into the trip of a lifetime, a trip to get answers that she needed dearly. Her soft hands ran across a folded letter, the reason for her travels. She looked down at the page and unfolded it.

She sighed and ran her fingers across the cursive of the name that pressed her onward. She looked out over the sea and felt her lips quiver, another smile breaking across her cheeks. She couldn’t help herself. She needed to finally meet whoever sent the letters to her so long ago. What started as a pen pal relationship, developed into so much more that she couldn’t imagine her life without the letters and late night messaging. She looked up as the first sighting of tall skyscrapers came. She lowered her eyes, her determination to find her captain building as the first signs of the dock broke through the late afternoon mist. Finally, after an eternity in a moment of waiting, land came to her sight and her heart skipped and fluttered. She had arrived.

“Miss Kathleen, we must prepare to dock. If you would please follow me I will get you to the limo.” Kathleen looked back and nodded to her tall, blond driver. She tucked a couple strands behind her ear and stepped down from the front of the ship and looked down at the note once more.

I will find you

“Jeremy, leave the limo. I wish to blend with these people. I am sure Gregory will not mind if we leave it at the hotel.” Kathleen said with a light English accent. She folded her letter and pinched it tightly. Kathleen followed her driver back inside and as the first buildings of the port came into view, her eyes swelled with tears. It was only a matter of time.

“Do you know where to start Miss Kathleen?” Jeremy asked as they disembarked and slowly made their way through the docks. She looked out the window of the limo and took in a deep breath. She hadn’t thought about where to start, only knowing that the return address was somewhere here.

“No. My apologies Jeremy but this might take a while. I hope you are up for the task.” Kathleen replied and pulled out her phone. She would have to find her hotel first before her search began.

“I am more than willing to go with you to the end. You’ve done so much for me.” Jeremy replied and Kathleen smiled wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

“Then consider your debt repaid.” They laughed as she sat back. Jeremy had been her family’s driver since she was three. She had picked him over more qualified people. She never explained why. She just knew in her heart that he would be there when she needed him. “Let us settle for the night at the hotel and start fresh tomorrow. It will give us time to find an address or somewhere to start.”

“As you wish.” He replied and drove them to their hotel. As they checked in and bid each other goodnight, with promises to meet up in the morning, Kathleen could barely keep her excitement in check. She entered her room that overlooked the city and sighed as her parents had made sure that her comforts would be present even away from home. She walked to the bay window and looked out over the city as the sun set on another late summer day.

“Where are you?” She whispered as the lights below burned to life. She turned and sighed. She plugged in her laptop and quickly headed for the shower. She stripped down as the hot water began fogging the bathroom. Her hands ran up the top half of her 5’6 frame before resting on her large E cup breasts.

“You girls need to stop growing. You’re going to break my back.” She said and jiggled her breasts before letting them drop. She sighed as they sagged slightly from the weight. “Why would you like these when there are so many better, more perfect shaped ones out there?” She asked before looking at her firm, heart shaped backside. She stepped on the scale and sighed as she still weighed over 180lbs. “Why can I not get under that. Is it you two?” She cursed and looked down at her chest. She stepped into the shower and let the water soothe her mind before she beat herself up further. Once washed and dried, she sat down nude at the desk where her laptop beeped with a message. She opened it and saw her desire waiting on the other line.

Oh Captain my Captain, where are you my love?

I am here, waiting for your everlasting song to sweep me off my feet and take me to paradise my mermaid.

I wish I knew where you were so I could sing for you. Why not tell me?

Because canlı bahis I’m scared what you would think of me. You’re so beautiful and I know I pale in comparison. I could never stand at your side and feel adequate enough to have your love.

Kathleen blushed and looked down at the keys before taking in a deep breath.

Then how can you usurp my love of the sea if I cannot even know your face my love?

Because a dream is all I have, a dream behind this penname that keeps my sanity from breaking. This name is all that keeps me together knowing that you could never accept who I am and what I represent. I know you’re expected to accomplish so much in life as your parents are making sure of. I don’t want to ruin that for you. I love you too much. Just know that my heart is forever yours.

I will find you my Captain. You cannot hide from me forever.

I will always hide from you my mermaid for elegant beings of the sea cannot walk on land and if they do, they will be noticed. I will always be in the shadows, praying you will one day find me, but dreading the day you do. I must go my sweet. My life must go on even though I wish it to stop so I could talk to you for eternity. Sweet dreams, my precious mermaid.

Kathleen sat back in her chair as her Captain faded off her screen. She leaned forward on the desk and rested her head on her laptop. A tear fell from her cheek and she sat up and looked out the window once more. She stood and walked elegantly to the window and rested her palms on the glass. Her eyes studied the people below. She wondered if her Captain was one of them, walking home with nothing but a dream that soon she would complete. She turned off her lights and fell onto the lush king sized bed.

“I will find you.” She whispered before crawling under the covers. She stared at the ceiling and remembered all the intimate messages they shared. A warm smile crept out as she let out a deep breath. “You have such a way with words my captain.” She whispered.

I would take you to your heaven.

Kathleen smiled as her hands snaked down her front, remembering one of their many past conversations. She quickly felt hot and kicked off the covers. She gasped as the cool air caressed her while her hands roamed her familiar soft skin.

“My heaven is with you.” Kathleen whispered before sucking on her middle and index finger on her right hand. She pointed to the roof, her imagination bringing forth a greyed form for her pleasures. She sighed deeply as her hand found its way to her sex. She slowly rubbed her lips, gathering more moisture, savouring the amusingly discreet touches. She moaned lightly as her clit graced her fingers with its presence. She sucked in a deep breath when her thumb rolled the sensitive nub and her legs leisurely spread, her knees bending to offer herself.

The pleasure I would give to you my sweet would send you to another world.

Kathleen moaned loudly, imagining her captain’s shrouded hand was upon her. Her fingers slid into her hot depths and she eliciting another moan as her left hand gently swirled around her breast.

“Please my captain – take me to a world where only we can live.” She breathed and began sliding her fingers in and out. Kathleen rolled her hips with her fingers, relishing the electric sensations coursing through her. Her breaths started to shake, the cusp of her journey coming to light. Her left hand gripped her left then right breast, unable to decide which to pleasure. Kathleen’s mood faltered and her imaginary world began collapsing. Her shrouded partner faded from sight, her fingers suddenly stopped, the game coming to an end. She groaned in frustration before driving her fingers deep inside in an attempt to drive her higher into her pleasured dream.

I would give my life to watch you quiver with pleasure. I would gladly die knowing that I gave you the best.

Kathleen’s chest tightened as her imagination took hold. She closed her eyes as her pleasure peaked quicker than anticipated. A squeak leaked from her and her legs crossed. She grabbed her pillow and buried her face.

“Oh captain!” She screamed into her pillow and clenched her jaw. Her climax ripping through, sending light sparkles through her eyes. Her legs quivered with delight as her thumb rubbed her clit excitedly, keeping her in her orgasmic throes. She quaked on the bed, trying to escape, rolling onto her stomach. Her fingers kept working inside her, her body betraying her by lifting enough to grant them movement. A deep moan from the depths of her soul reverberated through her lungs as she peaked once again. She sucked in a deep breath and buried her face in the pillow once more and screamed as loudly as she could, trying to find a release that her soul sought.

“Please captain, no more. I beg you.” Kathleen whined and her fingers slowed. She shuddered once her fingers slid from her sex, leaving her satisfyingly empty. Her breaths were heavy and her heart thumped wildly. She opened bahis siteleri her eyes and looked around, sighing when she found herself alone. “I will find you and make our dream reality.”

“I take it you didn’t sleep well?” Jeremy said, handing her a chai tea latte. Kathleen took the tall drink and sipped the soft foam off the top and nodded. “I can understand your trial. When I met Anastasia, I could barely talk to her.”

“What made you finally do it?” Kathleen asked. Jeremy smiled and took her hand in his, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“Love Miss Kathleen. I love Anastasia with all my being. Like you to this person, you know that when you find them that your heart will sing so loudly that nothing will matter. You will want to be with that person forever. You took singing lessons just to be able to sing for them. You can swim like a mermaid. Your life has revolved around your penname.”

“A name that is false. I am no mermaid. A mermaid is flawless. I barely passed school, I rarely keep a job because of my wandering mind. Even my body is not perfect. My chest is too large, I do not have a small frame that all men desire. Even my eyes have forsaken the deep or bright blue for a dull steel grey that no one loves. I hope it does not matter when we finally meet.” Kathleen said before taking a sip of her drink. Jeremy smiled warmly and looked out the window of the restaurant. He turned back and gave her the confident smile that she loved when she was a child, the same smile that made her mind up so long ago. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course, you are the only one that I wanted with me when I left.” Kathleen replied and Jeremy leaned forward and looked her in the eyes.

“I have a lead on the whereabouts of your Captain. You asked me to do a trace on the signal the other day before this adventure.” Kathleen’s interest spiked and her attention blocked out everything but his voice. “I have a rough idea where they live. The signal came from a coffee shop on the other end of the city. I’ve phoned Viktor, the young man there. He’s eagerly awaiting your entrance. He said that it was about time you two met. Your journey starts there.” Kathleen was out of her seat instantly, running for the door. Her heels clipped off the stone floor as she ran out the door in her long black dress that showed enough cleavage to be respectable. Jeremy rushed out after her and opened the door as hastily as possible. She took his coffee as he got in and they were off.

“Please hurry, I do not want to miss them. And thank you for renting a car. The limo would be too much.” Kathleen said anxiously and Jeremy laughed and pointed to the traffic about.

“Sorry Miss Kathleen but I can only go as fast as the people around me. I have the GPS set to the best route there. Trust me I wouldn’t dally. You would beat me senseless.”

“That I would.” Kathleen replied and sat back. She watched the people walk by, wondering if she was missing her Captain. They watched as she passed by, each set of eyes wondering who was inside. She smiled and looked ahead as Jeremy cut off the main road and quickened the car. She smiled as Jeremy wove through the city, stopping only momentarily for those that needed to cross. Kathleen sat as patiently as she could, twirling her hair in her fingers and fidgeting with her dress, sighing each time Jeremy stopped.

“Calm down Miss Kathleen, I wouldn’t want you to look less beautiful than you are right now. Think if all goes well, by tonight you’ll be meeting them.”

“That does not help old man.” Kathleen replied and smacked him on the shoulder. He laughed as he pulled into the small shop’s parking lot. Kathleen stepped out once he opened the door and looked around at the rundown neighbourhood. She shivered as the people walking down the street watched her with anger and jealousy. She swallowed nervously and looked at Jeremy who studied the surroundings.

“I’ll park around the corner and join you inside. I don’t think this is the best place for a woman like you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“With all my being. Just wait around the corner. I will be fine.” Kathleen said, taking her purse from the back. Jeremy drove off as ordered. Kathleen composed herself and walked into the small, deserted cafe and approached the counter where a young man, no older than 14 waited. Suddenly she stopped and blushed. How was she to ask about the whereabouts of her Captain? All she had was a penname. Kathleen slouched before lifting her head. She came this far she couldn’t turn back. She came to the counter and smiled as the boy could barely keep his eyes off her large chest.

“I need your help.” Kathleen started and set fifty dollars on the counter. The boy stared at the money and nodded. “I need to find someone that calls themselves Captain of a mermaid. Do you know who I am talking about?” The door opened again and Kathleen felt and eerie chill run down her spine. She didn’t dare look back. The boy’s eyes widened before falling bahis şirketleri back into his job.

“You look like a latte woman to me. How about this one, on the house since you’re so pretty.” Viktor said, quickly stepping away, leaving Kathleen to her own devices. She took in a deep breath and slid the money across the wooden counter.

“A fifty? Wow, you must really want that drink. I don’t think poor Viktor has enough change.” A man laughed menacingly and Kathleen leaned against the counter as his laugh made her knees shake. Her heart frantically raced as quickly as her thoughts.

“Just turn around and leave.” She mouthed and stood straight and gave it her all. Jeremy was just around the corner. She could run and catch up to him without worry.

“For your troubles good sir.” Kathleen said and licked her lips. She turned, taking her drink and left.

“I don’t…” the man said as she nearly ran from the cafe. She turned once she exited ran into three other men, stumbling back as though she hit a wall.

“You spilt your drink on my shirt you bitch.” The thug growled. Kathleen paled and looked at the three men. Their appearance was nothing short of ghastly with their hair in the same buzzed fashion as their poorly washed clothes. “I think she needs to be taught.”

“I was just leaving.” Kathleen said and turned for where Jeremy waited. Just around the corner she thought. The man stepped in front of her, sealing her from safety.

“Nope, not happenin. That’s a pretty dress you have, fetch a penny or two at market.” Kathleen’s eyes widened and as the man reached out for her, she threw her drink in his eyes and ran in the confusion.

She ran with everything she had. She ducked down streets and alleyways, the three men on her heels. She turned down another alley and stopped at a brick wall.

“No.” She whined as she pushed on the bricks hoping for a secret entrance to appear. She turned just as the three men blocked the alley. Kathleen whimpered as they approached.

“Not smart bitch.” The man she burned said, flipping a butterfly knife open. Kathleen’s eyes bulged when she saw the dirty knife, followed by a pistol pulled by another.

“Please. I have money. I will give you whatever you want just do not hurt me.” She pleaded and the men laughed. The unarmed man returned to the entrance of the alleyway to keep watch while the other two approached.

“Anything?”

“Yes anything. I want to go home. I will give you enough money to life a life you never thought. Just let me go unharmed.” The men laughed and Kathleen quivered.

“What if my wants are more simple.” He hinted and Kathleen paled further. “Your ass is hot and your tits are fucking massive.”

“Please no. Anything but that.” Kathleen replied and shook her head. The blade rested on the strap of her shimmering dress and with a light flick, the fabric was cut away. Kathleen gasped and pushed him away only getting him to take a step back. A loud grunt caught their attention. They looked back to see their friend on the ground holding his head. The men turned back to her and grinned.

“Never liked him anyways.” Kathleen’s tears streamed down her cheeks as he stepped forward to finish his conquest. As his knife was brought up, he looked down to see a canister resting against his foot. Before any word was muttered, the can exploded and blinded them. The three screamed in shock and Kathleen covered her eyes, unable to see anything. Kathleen was grabbed and pulled away, the frantic argument between the two men fading in the distance.

“Tha…” Kathleen started but was hushed. “I…”

“I know you can’t see now quiet or you’ll bring more attention.” A woman answered her and Kathleen clamped her mouth shut and let her be led away. Just as her vision began to clear, she was pushed into a cellar. Darkness engulfed her as the woman closed the hatches before she could see her rescuer.

“Thank you so much.” Kathleen said and the woman hushed her once again. The angered voices of the three tickled their ears and Kathleen fell silent, holding her breath. Her heart thumped loudly as the three stopped nearby.

“Find her! That bitch is gonna pay.” The two waited until the group ran off, when the sounds of sirens drew close.

“Thank fuck.” The woman said and opened the cellar door. Kathleen blinked away the brightness to see a thin, raven haired woman in her early twenties holding out her hand. Kathleen figured she hadn’t had a good meal in years but her frame held all the traits to be a beautiful woman. She sucked in a deep breath when the woman’s deep green eyes glared. “Come on, before we get caught.” Kathleen took her hand and was pulled from the cellar. “We can’t have you like this. The gangs will be out looking for easy prey.”

“What do you suggest?” Kathleen asked and the woman smirked once she gave Kathleen a once over. She reached into the cellar and pulled out a long black coat.

“Put this on.” Kathleen put the coat on as the woman came around and ruffled her hair, took out her earrings, and rubbed her dirty hands, smudging her makeup. She slipped the earrings into the pocket and nodded once her brief work was finished. “Where are you staying?”

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For the Fans of Jake and Toby,

For the time being this may be the end. They have their Happy Ending. But there maybe more. As you will read in chapter 9, I created a new character that might need to show back up later in Boston.

I also am “thinking” about writing, HAVE NOT yet started. Again, “thinking” about maybe writing Jack and Toby’s story, but we will see, I have other things in the works.

Thank you again for staying with me and reading my stories. Your comments are always welcomed.

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*Toby*

“Hey Mom,” I walked up to her in the hospital, while on duty. “Do you think Dad and you would mind if I moved home for a while?”

“Toby?”

“Can we just discuss it later? I want to get out of my lease, I was going to stop at the office tonight to discuss it with the leasing company.”

“No, I doubt your Father would mind you moving home, and you know me, I never mind any of my kids coming home. That is why your bedrooms are there.” I could tell she was concerned her eyes always told all, but her face gave away nothing.

When I left the hospital at three, I headed straight for the leasing office. I wanted to see how much it was going to cost me to get out of my contract. I wanted to move out by the end of the month, I didn’t want to stay any longer than necessary. It was fifteen days away.

I walked and signed in, there were clients to lease and like me, end theirs. When I was called into the agent’s office, I spoke to a nice young woman named Tina.

“Well, Mr. Smith, you have just three months left on your lease, but actually you’re in luck, because we have a high waiting list for your apartment complex.”

“So what does that mean for me?”

“Well, that means the sooner you can get out, the sooner we can guarantee a renter for the apartment.”

“And if you don’t get a renter?”

“Then you will have to pay.”

“How soon do you want me out?”

“That is the question for you. How soon can you be out?”

“By end of this weekend, with the apartment cleaned.” It was Thursday.

“What time Sunday would you like to meet?”

“Is six pm too late?”

“No, I will have the papers ready to sign with the stipulation statement of new renter by first of the month or you will have to pay your part of the lease until there is a renter. Do you agree to these terms?”

“Yes.”

“Of course I will have all the other paperwork needed to close your apartment contract.”

“Thank you. I will see you Sunday.”

I needed to get things rolling, but I had no worries that I couldn’t get it cleared out by Sunday, there wasn’t much left in the apartment. I had furniture and of course my bed, but not many other things. Once I talk to Mom and Dad tonight, I might load my car a few times and move most of my clothes over to the house.

I will also talk to my brothers and a few friends and see if I can get their help. I’m sure Charlie and Cindy would like the furniture, they don’t have much.

I stopped off at the apartment and looked around. I hated being there, I walked in the bedroom and just opened the closet and took an arm full of clothes and headed down to the car and laid them in the trunk, why wait, and I filled the trunk with my clothes from my closet. I took garbage bags and started filling my clothes from the dresser and put them in the back seat.

Literally all that was left in the room was the bed with blankets, the dresser, two night stands and a lamp. I walked into the living room, there was a nice leather couch and matching chairs, end tables and a coffee table. The entertainment center had nothing on it anymore, it was all taken by my ex.

I grabbed up my keys to go face the music. I haven’t told the family about Jack, they just haven’t seen him. They thought he’s been too busy to show up to our Sunday dinners. Which was normal when we were together, so no one probably thought anything by it. But Mom knows now, me asking to move home. A thirty year old moving home, but hopefully it won’t be for long, if I get this interview and job.

I walked into the house, I didn’t knock, why knock, they knew I was coming and I saw all my siblings’ cars outside. So Mom called a family meeting, in my honor. ‘OH YAY’. I get to tell the firing squad all at once.

I turned the corner into the living room and there sat my Mom, Dad, Matt, Charlie and Sarah. “Hey, well I see the whole family’s here.”

Mom spoke, “Well Tobias Benjamin Smith, apparently you’ve been hiding something from all of us.” I hate when she uses my full name.

I walked over to the empty chair and exhaled. “Jack’s been gone for four months and I think this time is it. I don’t want him back, I’ve applied for a job. I’m praying that I get the interview.”

“Woe woe wait, what job, what interview?” My dad asked, he couldn’t care less about Jack, he told me a few years ago.

“One of are sister hospitals has a head of security position open and I applied for it.”

“Tobias?”

I closed my eyes, canlı bahis I knew what my mother was going to say before she asked. “Boston.”

“NO, Tobias. You’re not moving that far away from family. Rescind your application, please, you need to stay near family.” My mother pleaded.

“Betty.” My Dad tried to calm her down. “Let the boy talk.” I rolled my eyes, ‘Boy’. My brothers and sister remind quiet.

“Fine.” My mother said, but she wasn’t and everything showed it too.

“It’s a great opportunity for me to use my schooling, even Darren has put in his recommendation. He said he would hate to lose me but he knows I want to advance and can’t here.” I looked at my Mom. “Mom, I know it will be far away, I’m not a boy anymore. I need this for me, it’s a great opportunity and this is what I’ve been training for under Darren this past year. It’s why I went to the business classes, they knew I knew how to make a building secure. I just didn’t know all the report writing aka monkey suit stuff.”

“And my baby looks so good in the monkey suits.” My Mom laughed. “But why so far?”

“Darren sat it on my desk one morning and I looked at it and said why not and applied, he didn’t think I would he’s been placing different Heads of Security positions on my desk for a few months now.”

“Remind me to slap him the next time I see him.” My Mother stated.

Amazingly my siblings still haven’t spoken up. “The benefits look good?” My Dad asked.

“I haven’t even been called about an interview yet. So please just relax.”

“So when do you want to move in?” Dad asked. “And get your things out of your apartment?”

“Tonight, I have my clothes in the car.” I responded. “I told the leasing company I’d have everything out and have the apartment cleaned by six on Sunday.”

“DO YOU REALIZE THIS IS THURSDAY NIGHT?” Matt, my other brother raised his voice.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE STUFF IN THE APARTMENT, I WILL PUT IT ALL IN THE TRASH IF I HAVE TO.”

“WAIT, WAIT CALM DOWN, BOYS.” My father screamed. “What did you think of doing with your furniture?”

I breathed in and out, and in a calmer voice I responded. “I was going to see if Charlie wanted it.” Charlie’s head snapped up, I knew he thought I would just get rid of it.

“Charlie?” My dad asked.

“TV too?” Charlie asked, I just laughed. You can tell no one has been over in over four months.

“Jack took it and all the electronics, sorry. If he couldn’t carry it, he didn’t take it.” My face must have changed because my mom spoke.

“Tobias, Baby, why didn’t you say anything to us?”

“”Because at first I thought it was normal Jack, until I started coming home to more stuff missing. First, it was just his things, then it was stuff we bought together. Then one day I came home to the kitchen all cleaned out and the electronics gone, I knew he was gone for good.”

“Is he?” My dad asked.

“It’s why I want to move.” Charlie had gotten up and left the room, I assume to call his girlfriend with the news about the furniture. “If I get this interview, and get the job, I move away. Jack won’t follow, I know him. And whatever this is, this control he has over me might end. I’ve been stuck in this rotating relationship hell. I need it to end.”

Sarah got up from the couch, came over and hugged me. “I’m proud of you. It’s about time Toby.” She smiled. “If you have to do it by moving to Boston, then go. You have been here for Jack too long, I don’t know if you even know what a relationship is. Jack’s been manipulating you for years.”

“Well said, Sarah.” My father agreed. I could tell my mother was still hesitant on letting me go, but again, I haven’t even received an interview yet.

On that note the family meeting ended, Charlie had never come back into the room and Dad and Matt helped me unload my car and take it to my room.

After everyone had went home I could hear my parents in their room. I’d gotten ready for bed, I was just lying in my bed with my lights out when my father knocked on the door. “Tobias?” I knew when he used my given name we are going to have a talk.

“Yeah, Dad.” I sat up as he turned on the light.

He sat at the foot of my bed. “Tobias, why the hell didn’t you tell anyone what was going on?”

“As I said, I thought it was normal, Jack.”

“Damn it Toby, I don’t know why you let Jack treat you the way he does. I actually pray that you do get this interview and job, because you’re pussywhipped.” My dad laughed. “Well if Jack had a pussy. You know I’ve shown my dislike for Jack these past few years.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Toby, if…. No, when you get this job, go out there with an open mind and heart.” He touched both my head and chest. “Don’t think about Jack, if someone looks interesting, talk to him, and go out.” I looked down. “Tobias?”

“Dad, I’ve never been out with anyone, except Jack. Even when he left me for months. I just knew he would be back, I know I was stupid.”

My dad exhaled, “Not stupid, sadly committed. Where bahis siteleri your idiot of a boyfriend, wasn’t. Toby, just promising me this that you will try to find someone else and not take Jack back. Even if you end up staying here?”

“Yeah Dad, I’m going to try my hardest. Twelve years of this I think is enough.”

“Yeah, I think so too. Hell I thought eight years was enough but you didn’t agree with me and took his ass back, and back, and back.”

“I know Dad.”

“I love you, Tobias.” He got up and opened the door.”

“I love you too, thanks.”

I went to work the next day, when I left I headed to my apartment to see what I needed in the way of boxes. Sitting in the parking lot was my dad and two uncles with my brothers and cousins. “There’s our queer nephew.” Shouted one of my uncles. God I hate them, but my dad got people to help me move in such short notice. “It’s about time you got home.”

“Son, we will get the big stuff today, I know no boxes, but if we can get your furniture. Sit your things aside we can pack that up tomorrow, clean and you will have everything done before Sunday.”

“Dad that would be great.” I actually had a relieved smile on my face.

“What did you want to give Charlie?”

“He can have anything he wants. All the living room, if he wants my bedroom things he can have them, if not. I don’t know what I was going to do with them.”

“Your bed is new, Jack and you just got it last year.” Charlie stated.

“Yeah, I know. I paid for it.”

“I’ll take it. You seriously don’t want any of your furniture?”

“No.”

Dad told his brothers to load all the furniture and take it to Charlie’s apartment. They had to make a few trips. While they were gone, Dad helped me clean out any closet or drawer and station it in the living room so it could be packed on Saturday.

Mom and Sarah came over when they could and brought with them some boxes and we did start boxing up some of the things. Amazingly I had a little more than I thought I did in the apartment. I did have a bag in my car I bought in that I pack up some of my personal things.

“Has anyone be in the kitchen yet?” My mother asked. I could hear her from the bedroom, and my dad respond no. “Bill?”

“No, Betty.” He responded again, from the living room, I was still in the bedroom.

“No, William come here please.” I knew what she was going to say to him, so I walked towards the kitchen.

I hadn’t bothered going into the kitchen because there was literally nothing left. Jack took everything. All the plates, utensils, the microwave and even the table and chairs, nothing was left.

I stood in the doorway and my Mom looked at me, my father was still looking at the kitchen he couldn’t believe it. “Baby, where did you eat for the past four months?”

“During the week, generally breakfast, lunch and dinner at the hospital. Weekends, I knew I was at your house Sunday for lunch or dinner. The other meals were when I was hungry and where I felt like it and it may have been out with a friend or alone.”

“God damn it son, I hope you get this job. You really need to get out from under his fucking spell.” My Dad just shook his head then he grabbed me and pulled me outside. “Damn it Toby, why didn’t you tell us, fucking pussywhipped. You need to be a man Tobias, stand up for yourself. I hope you heard me last night, if you get this job or if you apply and get another job or don’t get a new one and stay here. Don’t you FUCKING TAKE JACK BACK.” He said loud. “You better man up and start living for you, Toby. You’re thirty years old, you know Jack is wrong for you. Find who is right for you, please.” With that he hugged me and I broke.

I wasn’t bawling, they were silent tear but he could feel them on his neck and my Dad just held me for a little longer. Then we could hear them coming up the stairs, we tighten our hold for a second and then he released me. I instantly put my head down and walked back into the apartment and went straight to the bathroom to put cold water on my face. I could hear my Dad talking with my uncles in the hallway. There was a little left to take to Charlie’s and then they could start loading up the boxes we had to take to my parent’s house.

Sarah disappeared for awhile, I didn’t know she’d ran out to grab more boxes. When she came back we just finished packing them and everything believe it or not was packed. I had to laugh, I didn’t have that much stuff. Either it was furniture or Jack had taken it.

When we all sat at the house, Mom and Dad looked at me. They didn’t say anything, I could see the empathy in my mom’s eyes. Sarah asked what time we are meeting to clean the apartment. Mom responded, why we all don’t meet here at eight to have a good breakfast and then head over. Sarah agreed and she said she would call Matt and Charlie.

That night, I actually did cry myself to sleep, it was the first time in all the times Jack had left me. Dad is right, I need to man up, even if I end up staying here, but I so want to move bahis şirketleri away and put some distance between Jack and I.

***

I walked in one evening after work, I was getting home late and I was too excited. I’d gone out for beers with Darren. When I walked in Mom and Dad were in the living room, I couldn’t wait to tell them. “What, did you get laid?” My Dad asked, when I turn the corner.

“I got the interview.” I told them. “I fly out Monday, it’s a fucking two day interview, and I get home Thursday.”

“They want to make sure who they hire is who they want for the job.” My Dad responded.

“Yeah, they aren’t joking around.” I sat the package of documents they’d sent down. “They want me to prepare an Evac plan. The reason I’m being flown out Monday is to look around the hospital, to assess what I would change, weak points. They have sent video of the place, I can hook into the real-time feed if I would like. They have given me some temp codes.”

“You’ve already hacked them haven’t you?” My Dad asked.

“Yeah, those fucking temp codes have been active for years, so anyone could’ve been watching the place.”

My Dad just laughed, “Well when you tell them, remember you’re trying to get the job. So don’t tell them, they are complete idiots.”

I chuckled. “I’ll try not to.”

***

Walking through the hospital no one stopped me, I could’ve been anyone. Yeah I was in a monkey suit, but I was in back stairways which no one should’ve been. I even asked the hospital not to tell them when I’d be walking through, I didn’t want security to know. I wanted to see if it would peak their curiosity to see me looking around on camera, but it didn’t. I looked in closets, even drug cabinets and not even nurses stopped me, because I had a badge on, it said Hospital Security and my name. It was my badge alright but from L.A.

I went back to my hotel and wrote up my report, then I thought about it, let me see if I could walk around in just jeans and a t-shirt with my badge. I entered through the ER because the main part of the hospital was closed. The security guy looked up at me, but he looked tired. “You the new guy?” I just pointed to my badge and he pressed the button to the doors. The whole hospital was open to me, roam is what I did.

***

Back in L.A. I didn’t hear anything for a couple of weeks. They told me, I was one of their top two picks and they were still deciding. It was agony to wait, to find out if I had the job or not. They are probably offering it to the other person and waiting for their answer. But as my Dad told me, if it’s meant to be, it is. Fate, if you believe.

I had my interview in early March, I received the call about the job on April Fool’s day, of all days. I had until the seventh to accept before they offer it to the other person. They said the reason they were taking so long, they asked for the security fed from the time I was there and was appalled at what I was able to get into. Also because the ideas I’d brought to the table in my interview. They wanted to pass some of them by the board and show them some of the issues and why they needed to hire me.

Kevin Phillips, the man I was talking to said he would be in town over the weekend and would like to take me to dinner on Saturday and or Sunday evening. He was meeting with members of my hospital administration and if I could, he would like my answer sooner but will wait for Monday.

He informed me a benefits package with the acceptance letter would arrive by courier no later than four o’clock tomorrow. If there is anything I would like change in it, to make the changes and fax them to him. He will discuss them with the board and get back to me.

***

When I got home from work, I couldn’t hold back my excitement but not a soul was home. That truly sucked, I wanted to let my parents know that I’d finally heard about the job. But I forgot my Mom was covering a twelve hour night shift and it was my Dad’s poker night. So basically so much for me telling them the good news, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

The next night, same thing, no one was home. I don’t know where anyone was, and I had my contract in hand. I didn’t get a chance to look at it, so I took it to the kitchen with me, and sat at the table. I grabbed up a sandwich and started looking through it. Everything was near the same as my job, except now I’m administration, with higher pay, more vacation days and few other changes.

I left all the papers on the table and ran up to take a shower, I had a few days before dinner with Kevin. I already can see one change I would like to make, it’s how my vacation days are disbursed to me. I would prefer them in a bulk bank than a little now and more later. I want to be able to take my vacation around my employees, and that is if I even use them.

When I came back down, I found my parents elbow deep in my contract. Suits me for leaving it out. “Did you find anything you don’t like?” I think I spooked them a little, because they both jumped.

“Well, not really. I see you were offered the job?” My Mom stated.

“No, Toby, it’s better than I had expected, even the pay.” He would’ve made sure to look at my salary. “Is there anything you’re going to ask to be changed?”

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Adın ne falan derken ben kıza kaymam gerektiğine inandım muhabbeti kaşar muhabbetiydi? Eeeee napim kaşınan kızı sikerim abi…. Buarada benim kanka beşiktaş maçını dinliyordu? Tabi benim kızı sikicemi anladı yapacak bişe yoktu çünkü ?? Ortamin dağilmasi….. Herkez evine dağıldı falan derken bende kızla birlikte ulus parkına gittim. Açıkcası biraz endişeliydim ya beni terslerse… Ya bana si…. Lan derse tırstım yani. Bende bir plan yaptım hangi kızı boynundan öpmeye başlarsan mutlaka amı sana verir diyerek ?? kızın boynuna yapıştım sonra yavaş yavaş dudaklar falan derken benim minicik 18 cm tikkyjunior kalktı ve kızı orda yavaş yavaş test ede ede soymaya başladım eğer tepki vermezse çatır çatır sikicektim onu kartal escort orda ?? ve istediğim oldu? Ulus parkına gidenler bilir alt taraflarda kayalıklar ver çocuk parkının orda kayaların üstüne yasladım yüzüstü ve amına kodumun kızı adetmiş hay dedim benim şansımı sikim neyse dedim bırakırmıyım yinede yasladım amına çahtım orda ?? sonra çimenlere fışkırttım lan dedim amcığı buldum bırakırmıyım daha dedim gitmeden bi posta daha atmaya karar verdim derken bu sefer çimenlere yatırdım ve çimenlerin üstünde sikmeye başladım manyak zevk alıyodum çünkü 1 aydır sex yapmıyodum sonra kızın içine gidip gelirken zevkin doruklarına çıktım ve yine olan çimenlere oldu ?? bikere daha fışkırttım… Sonra eve dağılmaya karar verdik benim annem kızar dedi bende tamam git sen dedim… O günden sonra kızla çıkmaya başladım tabi onla çıkarken başka kızlada çıkıyodum ama bu orospuydu ?? ( amcık darmadağındı ) böyle bununlada çıkmaya karar verdim ?? öbür kız duysa ölümü sikerdi yani…. Beklenen o anin gelmesi…. Ben kızı siktikten sonra yine sikmek istiyodum sonra akmerkezde buluştuk tabi yine iş çıkışı ve ben bunalım yaşaya yaşaya akmerkeze gittim benim kankalar geldi derken merdivenlerden çıkan bi yarım dünya gördüm evet bu benim kızdı sinemanın orda yine göteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh diye bağırdım kankalar gülüştüler tabiii neyse o arada gökhan ben ercan gökhanın çıktığı kız ve benim yarım dünya kız masada çay içiyorduk derken gökhan ve çıktığı kız ayrıldılar yanımızdan ercan ben benim kız kaldık masada ben ercanı yana çekerek ben dedim kızı sikicem olum sende siktir git başımdan dedim :ç) piç ataşehir escort bırakırmı yok dedi bende sikicem ayarla sikicem yoksa oynamirım dedi ?? bende kankalık görevimi yaparak tamam dedim sende gel ulus parkına ( eeee bi orospuyu kankamdan esirgeyemezdim ) neyse apar topar taxiye bindik ve ulus parkına gittik ben nerde sikicemi planlarken bizim piç kankii en güzel sikilecek yeri gösterdi bana? Vay amına koyim dedim piçe bak nerden bulduysa artık o yeri ama doğaldır çocuk ulusta oturuyo ?? derken ercan ben ve kız çimenlere oturduk muhabbet ediyorduk ben yine tırsıyodum çünkü eğer olursa kız ikimize birden verecekti ben nerden başlicamı bilemezken kız ercana çaktırmadan ( güya o öyle sanıyodu ) benim tikkyjunior`la oynamaya başladı ve benim sikim yavaş yavaş kalkmaya başladı bende dayanamayıp ercana sen git ben siktikten sonra sen gelirsin dedim ercan tamam dedi dedi ama nerdeeee piç bizden 2 metre uzaktaki çalışların arkasına geçti kıza çaktırmadan bizi izlemeye başladı ?? ilk defa bi kızı sikerken beni sikiştiğim kızla beraber izleyen biri vardı biraz huzursuz oldum ama boşver dedim ?? sonra ben kızı sikmeye çalıştıkça benim sikim indi inat edip kalkmıyodu sinir olmuştum kızsa yüzüstü yatmış telefonda yılan oyununu oynuyodu vay amına koyim dedim kıza bak insan biraz rahatsız olur falan çünkü ercan artık kendini gizlemiyodu kanka sen çık benim sikim kalktı uçak gibi oldu manyak sikerim dedi kalk amına koyim dedi ben kayacam dedi ?? sonra bunu duyan kız can bu nediyo ya dedi ?? bende bırak ya konuşuyo işte dedim ( şahsen kız banada vermeseydi ercanın amına koyacaktım ) sonra maltepe escort ?? ercan tabi dayanamadı ve kızın yanına yattı ve donunu ağaşıya indirdi kızın eline verdi oynatıyodu bende ercana bakıp gülmemek için kendimi kendimi zor tutuyodum :)…. Kanka yardim etti…. Kızı sikmeye çalıştığım yer yamaç bi alandı kız çok şişman olduğu için bacakları beni engelliyodu yani bacakları amını kapatıyo ben kızın amına sokamıyodum ercana baktım hala kızın yanında ve orada ercana kanka bana yardoım etsene dedim bana baktı nasıl yardım edicem dedi napim dedi? Bende kızın bacaklarını arkaya doğru çeksene dedim oda tamam dedi ve kızın bacaklarını arkaya çekip sikkkkkkkk kankiiiiiii sikkkkkk diye bağırdı ?? hayatımın en komik anlarından biriydi ?? tam o arada benim sikim kalktı ve hızlı hızlı kızı sikmeye başladım derken zevkin doruklarına ulaştım ve dışarı çekip çimenlere boşaldım ?? sonra ercan sen ne yapacaksan yap diyip ben ordan uzaklaştım….. Bekleme ani……. Bu sefer ben ercanın bizi izlediği yere gizlenip ben onları izleyecektimki oturduğumda bi sıcaklık farkettim ?? hayatımın amına koyim daha sıcak sıcak olan bi bokun üstüne oturmuştum pantolonum ellerim heryer bok oldu :)))))))) ercana bağırdım ulan dedim şerefsiz sen sıçtın buraya dimi dedim ?? o gülmekten kızı sikeyi hep unutmuştu ben dedim siz devam edin ben ellerimi üstümü temizlemeye gidiyorum dedim ama nerdeeeee temizlenecek bi yer bulamadım sonra sike sike ellerimi çimenlere sürüp temizlemeye başladım ama temizlenmedi bok kokusu hala elimdeydi ?? sonra ercanı izleyemedim bana siktim dedi ama bence sikemedi bilmiyorum belkide sikmiştir….. Emin değilim çünkü kızda ercana verecek göz yoktu sonuçta benle çıkıyodu ?? Sonra eve dağılmaya karar verdik herkez mutluydu ama ben eve nasıl gideceğimi düşünüyordum derken sikeeee sikeeeee otobüse bindim ben eve gidene kadar milletin bana nasıl baktını ben bilirim millet kusuyodu azdaha ??

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Summary: Videos entrench his hunger for cock and cum.

Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea and the intriguing revelation that hypno sissy videos exist.

Note 2: Of course, all participants are at least 18-years-old.

Note 3: Thanks to TexBeethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing this chapter.

Apology: This part was originally announced as being either about cross dressing or pegging… but as I began writing the chapter, Rose (the mentoring character in the story) pointed out to me that Brian was in need of more training before he would become the PERFECT cock sucker, and that she had already prepared the syllabus for him… so before he delves into the more advanced kinks of pegging or cross dressing… here is one final chapter on how to become a cock sucker (and for all you curious boys out there… be warned… this chapter may make you more than just curious)….

WARNING PLEASE READ:

-This is a hypnosis story with potential influential subliminal messages within it.

-The story contains hypnosis video scenes within it.

Note 4: This story will make more sense if you read the first three parts first. But in case you don’t have time, or you read them a while ago and need a refresher:

HypnoSissy 1: Becoming a Cocksucker

Cocky and athletic 18-year-old Brian, a high school senior, tries to seduce pretty college girl Rose, but instead is seduced by her. Rose, after allowing him to go down on her a couple of times, gives him a USB with a dozen videos that he is to watch (unknown to him they are hypno-sissy videos) and under their influence he gradually becomes more and more curious about sucking cock and eating cum. After watching all twelve, Brian is summoned to Rose’s college dorm, and under her tutelage, before the night is done he sucks his first cock and swallows his first load of cum.

HypnoSissy 2: Becoming a Cum Slut

Brian, having sucked his first cock, is given a second set of videos to watch by the beautiful, mysterious, persuasive Rose. As he watches the second set of videos, his hunger for more cock builds until he meets a stranger for lunch in a van (the menu should be obvious), and then is taken to a gloryhole by Rose, where to further his training, he anonymously sucks on five very dissimilar cocks, including one from a nerd he recognizes, who he has bullied for years.

HypnoSissy 3: Big Nerd Cock

Brian spends the day after the gloryhole visit desperately trying to avoid the nerd he’d sucked. Of course by now, conditioned by the videos and his recent cock sucking experiences, his hunger for cock and cum control his very being, and in the end the nerd from the night before identifies him, humiliates him and turns the tables on him, and he succumbs and willingly sucks cock. After sucking and swallowing the nerd’s big cock he learns a shocking secret… the guy is Rose’s brother. The chapter ends with Brian receiving a new USB assignment from Rose.

And now Part 4 of HypnoSissy: Cum Cravings

The minute I got home, I went directly to my room to see what was on the newest USB.

Unfortunately, Mom was just finishing preparing dinner, so I slipped the USB into my jeans pocket. We had dinner, talked about school, work and the weather… forty-five minutes of normality, something I hadn’t had much of since I’d first met Rose.

While I was helping Mom with the dishes she asked, “Are you okay, honey?”

“What? I’m fine,” I said, surprised by the question, although maybe she was still concerned about catching me masturbating.

“It’s just you’ve been gone a lot lately, or staying in your room,” she said.

“Oh, I’ve just been studying a lot,” I said, which was true in a twisted sort of way. I added, “the SAT’s are coming up soon.”

“Oh, okay,” she nodded. “Just don’t forget to spend some time with your dear ol’ mother.”

“Always,” I said, moving in and giving her a big hug. I realized then that Rose and her videos had consumed me, and I needed to regain a bit of my life.

So although I could feel the USB burning a hole in my pocket, I ignored it and went and watched Wheel of Fortune with Dad.

I then ended up watching an episode of Castle with Mom and Dad, before heading upstairs and doing what by now I desperately needed to do… the need to watch these videos having become part of my DNA.

When I opened the relevant folder I found four videos… and a Word document named ‘readme’.

I clicked on the word document and opened it:

Baby,

I’m so proud of you! You’ve become a good cock sucker.

Now however, it’s time you became a great one.

Watch these videos and focus on improving your technique… and on understanding there are different canlı bahis types of blow jobs from slow and sensual, to getting strongly face fucked… and all that lie between.

So watch these… only one per day… I don’t want you to overdose on submission (LOL), and you need to understand you’re on a lengthy journey of sexual discovery that is ONLY just beginning.

Have fun… but to help enable the complete transformation that lies ahead, you must obey one simple command from me… no coming for a week… and when these four videos are done, you will come to me and….(!)

Kisses, Rose

Fuck, she was a tease.

Fuck, she knew exactly how to push my buttons.

And oddly, I wanted to be a better cock sucker for her… strange of course, since she didn’t even have a cock.

I also was curious about her stressing this was only the beginning.

Truth be told, talking to my parents and just hanging out had made me realize how completely consumed I’d become by cock sucking… I’d never been this consumed even about getting laid… so the limit of one a day seemed like a good idea, to maintain my balance of friends, family, school, and Rose.

The first video was called Cock sucking Philosophy. I shook my head at the idea that there were philosophical principles to sucking cock… had Socrates or Plato had anything to say about it? So, my curiosity aroused, I clicked on it.

Philosophy One… (On an all-black background in pink lettering)

All cock is good (as dozens of pictures of cocks of all sizes, all girths and all colours flashed briefly into view, all while the four-word phrase kept flashing in different screen locations)

Philosophy Two… (The letters still and always in pink on a black background)

A good cock sucker is always on his or her knees unless otherwise instructed (a couple of dozen girls on their knees, eagerly waiting for cock, all of them with their mouths wide open)

Philosophy Three…

It’s not about you… it’s about the cock (pictures of girls gagging on big cocks, but continuing to suck)

Philosophy Four…

Treat the balls with extra care; after all, that’s where your treat is stored (pictures of girls sucking on balls or cupping them in their hands)

Philosophy Five… (This one had the following words bolded underneath: REPEAT WITH EACH PICTURE): Cock suckers are bimbos… don’t think, just suck. (Girls furiously bobbing on cock)

Of course, like I always did when watching these kinky manipulation videos I obeyed, each time reciting the words ‘Cock suckers are bimbos… don’t think, just suck’.

Philosophy Six…

If you want your treat, you must work for it (Pictures of girls getting roughly face fucked)

Philosophy Seven… (This one also had the words REPEAT WITH EACH PICTURE bolded underneath): Smother yourself in masculinity… I’m not a man, I’m a cock sucker. (Girls stroking big cocks, licking the shafts of big cocks while gazing at them with the admiration of someone in love with cock)

I hesitated at this one a moment. Sucking cock didn’t make me feel like less of a man… okay, it somewhat did… but I felt that Rose still saw me as a man… potentially her man… and thus I was both a man and a cock sucker. Yet, since Rose had given me this video and wanted me to obey it, I said the words… focusing on the pictures of the cocks being stroked, licked and worshipped.

Philosophy Eight…

Devote your life to cock (Girls sucking cock in a variety of places… in a movie theatre, in a church confessional (there being a small, discrete glory hole for the priest), under a teacher’s desk, in a bathroom, on an airplane, in the back of a taxi, on a crowded bus, in a hot tub, at a party while others watched, in a library, on a baseball diamond, in a phone booth, on the hood of a cop car, on a park bench at night, under a tiny table at a bar, on an office desk, in a kitchen with an oblivious mother across the counter talking to her son, on a hospital bed, and oddly, in a funeral home on the carpet near an open casket)

I’m not going to lie, each of these five-to-ten second scenes had my already hard cock ready to burst and if it weren’t for the requirement for a week-long celibacy, I likely wouldn’t have made it to the end of the video. Truthfully, I wanted to find the extended version of each of these videos and see how the girl had ended up sucking cock in public… those scenes always turned me on.

Philosophy Nine…

Always Suck Until He is Done With You (Girls bobbing on bahis siteleri cocks with cum already visible all over their faces)

Philosophy Ten… (For a third time it had the words REPEAT WITH EACH PICTURE bolded underneath): I’m Thankful For Cock and Cum (Girls getting facials)

Like the first two, I repeated the sentence over and over again… and meant it.

I was thankful for cock.

I was thankful for cum.

And I craved it.

I could visualize Eugene’s big cock and how he treated me like a slut… how that turned me on… how I’d agreed to suck his dick anytime he wanted… and how I wished I could have gotten permission to text him and beg for his cock.

Fuck… I really was losing control.

God, I needed to come and regain my senses… an ejaculation often helping me think clearly again… yet I wasn’t going to disobey Rose.

So I shut my computer down and went to bed… Eugene’s cock the last image that faded from my head.

I was nervous all the next day.

Every friend I talked to, I wondered if they were a cock sucker too.

Every male teacher I saw, I wondered if they were cum buckets for Eugene, too.

I expected Eugene to text me to suck his cock.

Of course, this filled me with trepidation.

Of course, this also filled me with excitement.

Yet, it wasn’t Eugene who required my services… but Camry… who I knew was a pussy munching pet of Rose’s. She walked up to me during a morning break and whispered, “Meet me in the cheerleader’s dressing room at lunch.”

Before I could respond, she walked away.

I stood there in the middle of the hallway, dazed, until Barry walked by and asked, “You okay Brian?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” I nodded, shaking my head and trying to regain my normal persona.

“Are you coming to work out after school?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” I shrugged, before adding, explaining my sudden lack of attendance in the workout room, “I pulled my groin last week and it still doesn’t feel right.”

“That’s what the cheerleaders are for,” Barry joked.

“Yeah,” I laughed awkwardly, seeing cheerleaders in a new light. They were no more sluts than I was… sex was fun and part of who we were, and I no longer wanted to be encouraging the stereotype I had once believed. “I mean no, Barry, cheerleaders deserve more respect than that.”

“What?” Barry asked, looking at me, confused by such a strange idea.

“Should I let them know what you said?” I asked, knowing that the cheerleaders may be ‘sluts’ according to the stereotype, but if they were ‘sluts’, then so were all the guys that willingly fucked them because they were jocks… a double standard I couldn’t accept anymore.

“What? No!” he objected, realizing I was serious. “I was just kidding, man.”

“Yeah, sorry,” I apologized, “I’m getting sensitive in my old age.”

“Yeah, once you’re eighteen it’s all downhill,” he joked tentatively, unsure what to say to me after my stepping out of character with that brief tirade.

“Maybe I’ll see you in the gym,” I said, although I was hoping to be in Room 412 with a cock in my mouth.

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, and headed away.

I shook my head and headed to class, wondering what Camry wanted with me. I was certain she didn’t have a cock, and I assumed Rose wouldn’t be happy with either of us if she had me fuck her.

An hour later, when I had become completely anxious to know what Camry wanted, I headed to meet her.

I got to the entrance and paused, unsure what to do. I couldn’t just walk in there.

As I pondered this, she walked up behind me and whispered in my ear, “On time… good cock sucker.”

My eyes went wide as she took my hand and led me into the cheerleader’s locker room… a place I’d fantasized going into many times… but not escorted by a girl.

Once in the room, she locked the door, led me to a wall with a hole in it and ordered, “Knees, cock sucker.”

“Please don’t call me that,” I requested. Being called that by Rose, Eugene, or even an anonymous cock was okay and actually turned me on, but being called that by a girl was awkward.

“What?” she refused, rather matter-of-factly. “You suck cock, thus you’re a cock sucker. Am I saying anything that isn’t true?”

“No, I guess not,” I shook my head, humiliation coursing through me.

“Rose said you would need a cum fix, and I figured that here was a great place to get one secretly,” she said.

“What’s on the other side?” I asked.

“Coach’s bathroom,” she answered, as she flicked a switch.

“What does that do?” I asked.

“It’s a signal that there’s a mouth waiting for cock,” she answered.

“Oh my God!” I cried (quietly), shocked that the high school had a gloryhole for students to suck teachers’ cock. Most gloryholes are ragged affairs; this one had obviously been built into the wall by a skilled bahis şirketleri carpenter.

We waited about a minute before I heard a door close and a few seconds later a cock popped through.

No words were spoken by him or by me as I stared at a seven inch cock.

“Get sucking,” Camry ordered after I hesitated, too loud for my comfort.

But like always, my brain shut off when cock was in front of me. I took it in my hand, opened my mouth and began sucking.

“Good boy,” she purred, informing Coach that it was a guy, not a girl doing the sucking.

“One of mine?” a male voice asked. The voice belonged to Coach.

“Yep, you have another cock sucker on the team,” she said, as I bobbed, feeling so awkward to have my coach’s cock in my mouth.

I was an athlete.

I was relatively popular, and respected by my coach and teammates.

And now I was also a cock sucker.

It was surreal.

It was wrong.

And yet… it felt so right… nothing had ever felt as good as a hard dick in my mouth.

I loved the hardness between my lips

I loved the motion of bobbing back and forth.

I loved the power I wielded when I served a cock (ironic, but true).

I also loved the contrary humiliation that encompassed the taboo reality of being a cock sucker.

And lastly, I loved the thrill of sucking a cock to completion and draining the balls until every drop had travelled to my belly.

So I ignored the fact that he was my coach, I ignored that Camry was watching, and just bobbed, focusing on pleasing the cock in my mouth, and earning the treat I had become addicted to.

“Shit, you’re really going to town,” Camry complimented me, impressed, as I bobbed furiously on almost the entirety of this seven inch shaft… determined to be a great cock sucker.

“Yeah, he’s a go-getter,” Coach groaned, and I could tell he was close.

Another minute, and Coach grunted, “Here it comes, cock sucker.”

I kept bobbing, not at all fazed by the reality my coach had just called me ‘cock sucker’, so focused was I on finishing the play… running the yardage and getting my cum-down (I know that sounds silly, but the sports metaphor somehow made me feel less gay).

And then I got my treat, a full, warm, gooey load of cum oozing deliberately into my mouth, which allowed me to savour the cum before swallowing.

I kept bobbing, more slowly, trying to extract every drop of Coach’s cum.

When he pulled out, he complimented, “Good job, cock sucker. I expect to use that mouth more often now.”

“I’m sure he will be more than willing to accommodate you, sir,” Camry answered for me.

“Thanks Ms. White,” coach said, and then he was gone.

I got off my knees and told her, “I can’t believe I just sucked off Coach.”

“Whenever you get a craving, let me know,” Camry said. “Almost every male teacher here uses this glory hole, so you’ll be able to find a cock pretty much any time of the day.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “I’ve sucked Mr. Peterson’s dick when he gave me a nod in class, and then we came here and he fed me his ten inch black cock while a film was showing in his classroom.”

“No way,” I gasped.

“Yes, way,” she nodded, before warning, “be careful, though. Besides being long and thick, he likes to face fuck you, and he comes in buckets.”

“Wow!” was all I could say, Mr. Peterson my history teacher, and easily in his fifties.

“Oh and he takes a long time to come,” she added.

“Good to know,” I laughed, as we headed out, still in awe of everything, and how my life had changed so much because of one meeting with a pretty college girl.

…..

That night, Coach’s cock still vivid in my head, although Mr. Peterson’s ten inch dick was also lingering just below my consciousness, I watched video two.

The video began with the heading, Intermediate Cock Sucking Tips!

Then words scrolled down the screen:

You have likely mastered the basics of cock sucking by now.

If you are a cock sucking virgin, this video is not for you.

If you have a few cocks figuratively under your belt and a few loads of cum literally, then this video is for you.

Then I watched a lengthy clip (like 45 seconds, which is long for these types of videos) as a title was displayed, and then a sultry feminine voice spoke over the video.

One: Get the cock completely wet

A pretty brunette licked up and down a long shaft with excessive saliva cascading down it in wavelets before taking the head in her mouth and bobbing away.

She spoke: The key to an amazing blow job is lubrication. A pussy exudes natural lubrication, an ass requires professional lube, and for a blow job you can create your own. Lick the shaft, inundating it with wetness. Take the head in your mouth and accumulate a large reservoir of saliva. Make your mouth into a cunt awash with welcoming liquid… the body part you wish you had.

Two: Ball Play 1: Play with the balls while you Blow

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