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Note: This is a story I wrote many, many years ago. I’ve cleaned up the spelling and grammar, but otherwise left it as it was.

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“Come with me,” Nina whispered in my ear at the end of the party. I’d been chatting with her earlier as she was so beautiful and I have something of an obsession with Indian girls, and she’d seemed really nice. Everyone else was either collapsed in a drunken heap, asleep, in couples or a combination of the three, but neither of us had drunk anything that evening.

I followed her wondering where she was taking me, and admiring her shapely form under her tight white t-shirt, short black skirt and what seemed like white tights. She led me into a spare room with a double bed, and locked the door. Then I was pleasantly surprised, because she put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips. I felt her hot tongue push its way into my mouth, so I returned the favour with my tongue and kissed her. Once we finished she pulled away and looked at me with a shy smile and her large pretty brown eyes.

“I take it you like me then?” she asked. I nodded slowly. “Would you… um, would you like to have sex with me? Now? And I mean that, I’m not joking or anything. I think I trust you to be careful and everything, and I’m really desperate for some that I don’t care that I don’t know you that well yet, new woman and all that, but if you don’t want to then I don’t mind…?”

“Well,” I replied, amazed at a girl I’d only met a few hours ago wanting to sleep with me and admitting to being desperate for a shag. I was also slightly puzzled by her odd way of speaking, despite her accent being almost certainly from London. “If you’re sure then fine. You’re a beautiful sexy girl, so if you want to make love to me then I’m hardly going to say no. I’ll do whatever you say, and I promise to be gentle.”

“Thank you, you’re very sweet. We’ll have to be quiet though because I don’t want other people to hear. Have you got a condom, because I’ve searched the whole house and couldn’t find any?”

“No, sorry.” I replied, beginning to worry that this could scupper the evening’s plans.

“I didn’t think you’d have one. Never mind. You don’t mind fucking me up the ass instead do you, only I don’t take the pill, and I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Er, no, actually that would be fantastic! But we’ll need a strong lubricant…”

“I’ve thought of that,” she replied and pointed to a plastic bottle of oil by the bed. “OK, let’s get started.”

Nina unbuttoned my shirt and then as she crouched down to undo my trousers I slipped off her t-shirt, revealing her chocolate brown shoulders. Once she’d finished undressing me she dropped her skirt to the ground to reveal that what I thought were tights were in fact sexy stockings going two thirds of the way up her thighs with the suspender straps going to a lacy belt around her waist, the white of all her lingerie contrasting beautifully with her dark skin. She undid the suspender straps and removed her knickers while I removed her almanbahis şikayet bra and began fondling her shapely firm brown breasts. But when she started to remove the suspenders I stopped her and, doing the straps back up told her they were far too sexy to take off, and she smiled happily at this.

I lifted her on to the bed and lay down next to her, kissing her on the lips then progressing down her neck to kiss her breasts. With one hand I caressed and lightly squeezed her tits and nibbled the nipple of the other, then swapped over till both stood up prominently. Then I moved down to kiss her navel and then through her black pubic hair to her wet pink pussy, surrounded by brown skin. I found her clitoris with my tongue and licked at it a while, listening to her pleased sounds, and then began lapping at her vaginal juices, tasting them and licking the lips of her cunt.

Next it was my turn. Nina nibbled and licked my nipples, and then massaged my buttocks while she took my balls in her mouth and sucked gently on them, before licking my shaft and sucking a little on the head until I was rock hard. Then she picked up the bottle and poured some oil on to her hand and masturbated me a little as she plastered my dick in it. Once she’d put enough on she handed me the bottle, stepped off the bed and bent over it supporting herself with her arms, offering her ass.

I got up and stood behind her, pouring a large puddle between her buttocks and spreading it around with my fingers, occasionally entering to lubricate it properly, surprised at how clean her asshole was. Once it was well lubricated a positioned myself to that the tip of my penis rested on it, my legs either side of her legs so they touched her suspenders and I held her firmly above the belt. Before starting I asked her if she was ready, and when she answered yes I tightened my grip.

Gently I forced my oily cock through her tight sphincter, the ring of muscle giving first my head and then the shaft of my dick a firm massage. When I was half-way in I told her: “Tell me to stop if it gets painful,” to which she grunted agreement, so I continued penetrating her forbidden hole, the hotness of her ass squeezing my stiff cock and producing fantastic sensations in it.

Once I’d gone in so far the warm brown flesh of her buttocks were pressed either side of my dick, I slowly withdrew again, her muscles involuntarily pushing me out. My penis slid out and I penetrated her again, this time a little more easily as her muscles began to relax. After repeating this another few times I bent over her and moved my hand up to squeeze her boobs, resting my head on her smooth back with my face amongst her long, black, silky hair, while my hips continued to pull my cock in and out of her hot anus.

Her sphincter had become relatively relaxed now, so although it was still a very tight fit it was easier to re-enter her, so I made my pace of my fucking a little steadier, kissing her back and listening to her heavy breathing. After three minutes I started going almanbahis canlı casino faster and entering harder, the friction caused by the speed building up a lovely heat between our flesh, but not causing pain because of the oil.

Nina began panting heavily, and letting out small suppressed squeaks, her head arching back. My breathing became heavier, and I was going as fast as I could, my dick making a pleasant wet slapping, squelching sound every time I rammed it up her ass. Nina let out a sigh as she neared orgasm, and I felt the pressure building up for an orgasm, so I withdrew completely and sat on the bed next to her, kissing her passionately on the lips, letting my penis hang free for a while to delay the orgasm.

Nina knelt down on the bed next me while we kissed, and I slipped my hand down to her waistband and slowly took off her suspenders. Then she sat down on the bed with her legs spread to finger her clit for a while, watching me with her large brown eyes and waiting for me to be ready. As my erection started to soften slightly, I pulled the foreskin back and forth over it to harden it again while she went down on her knees, her face laid sideways on the pillow, her black hair spread out over her back, the pillow and her cheek, her hands spread out on either side of her head, an inviting half smile on her face. I rubbed a bit more oil on my dick and her ass, then leaned over her to hold her hands whilst keeping my head up.

Her fingers tightened around mine as again I slowly entered the tight hotness of her ass, which had tensed up again a little, although not as much as at the start. My pumping of her ass soon became steadier, and with each entry her knees slipped back a little, so that after a couple of minutes she was lying flat on her front with me shagging her anus as if it were her cunt, holding tightly to her breasts.

Nina rolled over so that she was lying on top of me, her hair covering the lower part of my face and filling my mouth, and then by lifting herself up with her legs and one arm she used my hard dick like a dildo, lifting her rear up and down with the help of my hands on her buttocks while she fingered her clit and rubbed her dripping wet pussy. From this position she couldn’t lift herself up high enough for my dick to come out, so she did it as fast as possible, the tight hot softness of the inside of her ass sliding firmly over it.

She couldn’t keep this up long though, so she lay back with her head over my shoulder and we kissed on the lips while she rested for a few seconds. Then I withdrew from her and moved out from underneath. I positioned her head on the pillow, and then lifted her knees up to her chest, spread out as much as possible, her feet on my chest as I knelt up. I entered her once more, easily this time, and with a gorgeous view of my white cock being swallowed by her brown ass, her graceful fingers pushing through her pubic hair to her pussy and the tremors in her beautiful breasts.

Leaning over her I was able to thrust harder and almanbahis casino faster, the flesh above my dick slamming into her hand in her pussy and my thighs slapping her buttocks. Nina was still holding back her moans with difficulty, although she shouldn’t have bothered as if anyone else was awake they would guess what we were doing from the creaking of the bed and the banging of the headboard against the wall.

Suddenly, with hardly any warning, it all became too much for me. The beautiful Indian princess writhing close to climax beneath me; her tits shaking whenever I stopped sucking them; the brown fingers of one of her hands fucking her pussy while the other clutched at my buttocks to pull me into her ass; not to mention the unbelievable feeling of her until recently virgin sphincter was producing as it squeezed my shaft with every movement I made. With one last thrust, I came, falling into her breasts, small jerks shaking me still as I emptied my balls into her ass.

As the last drops were still escaping, I could still feel her fingers moving in her pussy and hear her breathing quicken, her legs tighten around me, and then she relaxed too. A few moments later and her gently but firmly lowered her legs, pushing me out, off and to lie by her side so my sticky, oily cock wouldn’t go on her pussy. Nina let out a satisfied sigh, and turned to me, her faced flush but a smile in her eyes and on her lips.

“Well,” she said quietly, “That was even better than I imagined when I was practicing.”

“Practicing?” I said, raising my eyebrows and still a bit hazy from the orgasm.

“Oh, come on! You don’t really think I was going to have a strangers cock as the first thing in my ass do you?”

“I suppose not…”

“But a real cock is much better than a cucumber, I can tell you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Oh, and I can still kind of feel you cum inside, that’s nice. How did you like it?”

“Hmm? Er, it was very nice. I mean, it was fantastic, you were fantastic!”

“Thank you. I’ve been planning this for ages.”

“Really? But you only met me tonight,” I said, curious rather than offended.

“Well, you were the icing on the cake, I was just hoping for an OK guy really, but you’re really lovely.”

“Thanks.”

“See, it was fulfilling two fantasies at the same time.”

“Two? OK, one would be anal sex–“

“No, no. The first fantasy was for you mostly: me being an innocent Indian girl scared of getting pregnant but so horny that she asks a nice boy to fuck her ass. Did you like that one?”

“Definitely. And fantasy number two?”

“That one’s mostly for me: I’m such a desperate, perverted slut that I pick up a random white guy and actually ask him to fuck me up the butt.”

“OK…”

“It was fun though right?”

“Yes. Yes, it was great. So, do you have anymore fantasies you wanted to act out tonight?”

“Maybe,” she replied, suddenly becoming coy. “But while I lied about not being on the pill for the fantasy, not of my fantasies involve infections, so go wash in the bathroom. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Reluctantly, I left the comfort of the bed, glanced back at her beautiful brown body spread out on the bed watching me, and tiptoed out the door to the bathroom.

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Note: This story plays off of my previous 2, taking place after both of them. You won’t miss too much but you can get more of the backstory by reading my other 2 stories first.

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I developed to rather uncommon fetish’s in pretty uncommon ways through out my life. My first was a fetish around salon capes and haircuts in general. When I was younger I dreaded going to get my haircut because I hated the capes. In early adulthood meshing changed and I suddenly loved being under the cape while a woman cut my hair and loved seeing women under the cape having their hair cut.

My second fetish slowly evolved over the years and the best way to describe it was roll playing what I thought it was like to be a woman. Dressing up in underwear, bras, and other female clothing, giving blowjobs to dildos, and thinking of a woman with a strap-on changing roles with me for an evening of fun. This fantasy really took off when I found an online site and started following some sissy blogs. Much of it was too far for me, but I loved the dress-up and mild sissy captions and shemale posts.

My girlfriend was aware of these fetishes and fantasies but so far hadn’t acted on any of them really. She wanted to try anal and some both used dildo’s on each other but she had never worn a strap-on.

After Ashley and I had quite the time with her hair stylist Brittany at her salon, Ashley decided to really go all out for me for our anniversary. I came home from work to find both Ashley and Brittany at our house.

“Hi ladies,” I said when opened the door.

“Hi sweetheart,” replied Ashley. “I hope you don’t mind Brittany is here even though it’s our anniversary.”

“Of course not,” I said with a smile. I really didn’t mind as Ashley and I had already decided to have dinner and movie night at home rather than going out. Ashley followed me upstairs as I went to change.

“I have a surprise for you babe,” she said.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I replied.

“We’ll…” she began. “I wanted to do something really special for our anniversary, and I remember you telling me about your fantasies before so I thought we could just have some fun with that.”

“Really?” I said, sort of surprised.

“Of course!” she said, running to the closet. “I’ll go get some clothes. Brittany is already waiting downstairs to make you look beautiful.”

My hear began to race. I couldn’t quite believe that this was happening. Surely she was just joking and was going to pull out a gag gift or something. A few moments later Ashley returned and she had a full outfit for me to wear.

“Here, put these on,” she said, sitting them on the bed. Ashley had picked out a pair of pink lace panties and their matching bra, a skirt, and a tight shirt. I started with the panties and slid them up, being sure to tuck in my cock. Next I put on the bra.

“I’ll help you with that sweetie,” Ashley said, adjusting the straps and fastening it behind my back. Ashley then handed me some socks to stuff in there. “These should give you some nice DD’s,” she said.

I put the socks the socks in the bra and let Ashley adjust them. Once satisfied, I put on the skirt and shirt she had picked out.

“Let’s go downstairs and show Brittany!” Ashley said, obviously excited. “She’s going to absolutely love doing your hair.”

Ashley grabbed me by the arm and lead me down the steps and into the kitchen. There I saw Brittany standing next to a salon chair.

“The salon was getting rid of their old chairs and let me keep one,” Brittany said, giving it a spin. I couldn’t believe they both had gone this far for my fantasies.

I stood there staring and smiling for what seemed like hours. Ashley finally snapped me out of my daydream.

“One more surprise babe,” she said, fumbling around in her bag. “Turn around.”

I around almanbahis and waited. Ashley took one arm and pulled it behind my back. The next thing I felt was cold metal going around my wrist and a multiple clicks as she fastened a handcuff to my wrist. She grabbed my other wrist and cuffed it behind my back as well, then spun me around.

“Brittany honey, he’s all yours,” Ashley said, grabbing my arm and leading me towards the salon chair.

Ashley turned me around and sat me in Brittany’s chair. Brittany shook out a shampoo cape and threw it over my shoulders and fastened the velcro behind my neck. She reclined the chair into the sink as she prepared to wash my hair. I closed my eyes and let Brittany do her thing. She’s given me amazing scalp massages in the past, and this time was no different.

Brittany finished the massage and turned the water off. She wrapped a towel around my head and leaned me upright. She quickly dried my hair and then tossed the towel on the counter.

“Babe,” Ashley said. “I think you should thank Brittany for the great job she did.”

“Thank you Brittany,” I replied.

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant,” replied Ashley, walking over to us.

Ashley rubbed her hand against Brittany’s crotch and slowly unzipped her pants. She pulled Brittany’s cock out and gave it a few strokes to get it nice and hard. Ashley dropped to her knees and started sucking Brittany off. She stood back up and began kissing me. Ashley grabbed my arm and helped me from the chair, positioning me right in front of Brittany. Ashley pulled her lips from mine andI slowly got on my knees. Ashley held Brittany’s cock to my mouth and I opened my lips. Brittany pushed in nice and slow, being nice not to choke me.

“Make her cum baby,” Ashley said. “You’re not done until you’ve got a mouthful of cum.”

I did my best to pleasure Brittany as I had before. I’m sure I was terrible at it as I had no idea what I really needed to do. I tried getting my tongue in there but had no idea if it was working or not. I bobbed my head as fast as I could taking Brittany as deep as I could until she started moaning. I slowed down and focused on the top half of her cock and expecting cum at any moment.

“I’m so close to cumming honey,” she said. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Fill his mouth and cover his face with cum Brittany,” encouraged Ashley.

Brittany yanked her cock from my mouth as she got close to orgasm. I closed my eyes and kept my mouth opened, waiting for the cum. Brittany wasn’t lying, she came hard as ever. Her first blast hit me on the cheek, then she got a few smaller blasts in my mouth, and finally one on my chin. I swallowed what was in my mouth and opened my eyes. Brittany’s cock was still right there with some cum left on it, so like a gentleman I cleaned it off. The cum on my chin and cheek ran down and onto the cape I was still wearing.

The girls giggled to each other but didn’t say a word. Ashley grabbed my arm and pulled me back up and sat me back in the chair.

“We’re going to need a new cape,” Brittany said, pulling this one from my body and fetching a new one.

“Oh my,” said Ashley. “It looks like someone is really enjoying himself.”

I had a raging hard on by now that the panties was barely holding in place. My precum had thoroughly soaked them in the front. Brittany returned with a large, clean cape for my haircut. She gave it a shake and then draped it around my body. She pulled it nice and tight around my neck and then snapped it closed.

Brittany snapped the
on her clippers and began cutting my hair. It wasn’t long before she had finished and trimmed up my neck and around my ears. Slugged in a blowdryer and blew all the hair off the cape and onto the floor.

“You look beautiful sweetie,” she said. Ashley nodded almanbahis yeni giriş in approval.

“Since you don’t have any money, you’ll have to please Brittany again as payment for your haircut,” Ashley said, reaching again for my arm. She pulled me from the chair and turned me around. She leaned me over the chair, flipped my skirt up, and pulled my panties down. She then lubed me asshole for Brittany. Brittany carefully and slowly pushed the head of her cock into my rectum.

Ashley then unbuttoned her own pants and slid them off, revealing just a tiny black thong. She climbed up in the chair, kneeling down, and turned her back to us. She reached back and slid her thong to the side, showing of her perfectly smooth pussy and asshole.

Brittany slid in deeper into my asshole.

“Lick my ass babe,” Ashley moaned.

I started lightly licking her ass as Brittany grabbed my handcuffs and bottomed her cock out in my ass. I had never felt so full before. My cock was dripping precum through the panties at this point and I thought I might cum right then and there.

Ashley spread her ass cheeks as I kept licking and sticking my tongue in her hole. “Make out with my asshole,” she moaned.

Brittany pled her cock back and almost completely out of my ass before thrusting back in. I let out a moan as I put my lips to Ashley’s beautiful ass and began making out with her perfectly tight asshole. “Oh yeah baby,” she moaned in pleasure.

Brittany let go of the handcuffs and firmed grabbed my hips. I knew she was about to fuck me as hard as possible and really stuff her cock up my asshole. I was right. Brittany sped up her thrusts and made sure to bottom out each time.

I continued to make out with Ashley’s asshole as we both let out numerous moans. I tried to shove my tongue as deep in Ashley as I could but it was hard as Brittany pushed and pulled me with such force. I couldn’t brace myself very well with panties around my ankles and my hands behind my back.

Ashley pulled her cheeks further apart. “Stick it in as deep as you can babe,” she said. I jammed my tongue into her ass as far as I could get it. Ashley began rocking back and forth simulating me tongue fucking her. She synced up her rocks with Brittany’s thrusts and I was just along for the ride. I certainly didn’t mind.

“I’m going to cum in his ass,” Brittany panted.

“Do it Brit, make it drip from his gaping rectum!” Ashley screamed

My tongue was still buried in Ashley asshole, as if I was going to tell Brittany no anyway. Brittany pulled her cock about half way out and I felt her cock swell up. The next feeling I had was that of warmth in my ass as her cum flooded my bowels. I nearly came right there. I put my lips tightly on Ashley’s as and continued making out with her asshole.

Brittany slowly pulled her limp cock from my ass. Ashley jumped off the chair and went around behind me to look.

“Oh babe,” she said. “Brittany really filled you up!” Ashley began to let some of the cum drip from my ass and into her mouth as she swallowed it up. She gave a quick lick inside my still gaping ass and got most of the cum out before standing back up. I had never had a girl eat a cream pie from my ass before and it sure was hot.

The girls looked at each other and Brittany gave Ashley a nod. Ashley took the handcuffs off of me.

“Ok babe, you’ve been a good boy. Sit back in the chair,” Ashley said.

With the panties still around my ankles, I waddled the few steps to the chair and then sat down. The cape settled over my cock which was standing straight up by now. The girls giggled again.

Brittany positioned herself between my legs and lifted the cape up. She then turned around and slid her pants off. Ashley came up to her and the girls began making out. Brittany reached back and almanbahis giriş put some lube on my cock before slowly sitting on it. She lowered herself until I had bottomed out in her ass.

Brittany slowly stood up before lowering herself again, and again, and again. Each time she sped up how quickly she lowered herself. My cock was penetrating her rectum as deep as it could go with each bounce.

“Ashley, spin the chair a little,” Brittany said with my cock stuffed inside of her.

Ashley spun the chair 90 degrees.

“Now lean it back,” replied Brittany.

Ashley leaned it back now as well.

Brittany leaned back on my chest, picked her feet up to the bottom cushion, and put her arms on the arm rest. From her she began riding my cock like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

We continued fucking as I got closer and closer to orgasm. I never wanted this to stop. Suddenly Ashley got in front of Brittany and spread her ass.

“Put your dick in me Brit,” she ordered.

Brittany and I stood up so we could get Ashley involved. Brittany carefully pushed inside Ashley. Once Ashley was comfortable, I re-entered Brittany’s rectum. I slid right back in and we resumed our intense fucking. Brittany grabbed Ashley’s hips and I grabbed Brittany’s. We synched our thrusts up so we were fucking as one.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned to the girls.

“Me…me too,” moaned Brittany. “Ashley’s asshole…is so tight.”

Suddenly Brittany stopped thrusting and unloaded her cum in Ashley’s ass. This sent me over the top and I unloaded my cum inside Brittany. I came harder thawed ever cum in my life and Brittany’s bowels took it all. I pulled my cock from Brittany’s ass and she pulled hers from Ashley’s. Now the 3 of us had nice gaping assholes that had all been cum filled.

“Lie down on the floor,” Ashley said, turning to me. “I want you to eat this cum from my asshole.”

I did as she asked. She then threw her leg over my head and we got into a 69 position. Ashley put my cock in her mouth and I started licking her asshole. Her pussy was soaking wet and dripping onto the cape.

I had licked all the cum from Ashley’s asshole as she continued working on my cock. She tasted so damn good though so I just continued on. It must have felt good because she was letting out moans.

“Baby,” she moaned. “I want you to bend me over that chair and fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before. I want you to destroy my rectum so bad I can’t walk for a week.”

Ashley then stood up and headed for the chair. I stood up and followed. She bent over the chair and I lined up my cock with her still gaping asshole. I slammed my cock all the way in until my balls slapped her pussy. Ashley let out a moan. I continued ramming my cock in her asshole as hard and fast as I could.

“Oh my God baby, yes, YES! Fuck me so hard. Fill me with your cum,” Ashley moaned.

I put my cock as deep in her ass as I could and blew another massive load of cum. This one as just as big if not bigger than the load I blew inside Brittany. I kept my cock in Ashley as we both took time to catch our breath. Finally my limp cock fell out and we both stood up.

Ashley and I had been so consumed with our session that we totally forgot about Brittany. It turns out she had been jacking off while I ravaged Ashley’s asshole and was about to cum again.

Brittany came up and forced me back into the salon chair. She climbed up on the foot rest and continued jacking off. Finally she came again and came all over the front of the cape. Brittany climbed back down from the chair. Both of the girls began getting dressed as I continuo sit there and take in what just happened.

Once dressed, Brittany came behind the chair and unsnapped the cape. I stood up and Ashley handed me my normal clothes. As I got changed the girls cleaned up and Brittany headed home.

“Was that everything you hoped it would be?” Ashley asked me.

“And more,” I nodded.

“Good, because tomorrow you get to indulge all of MY fantasies,” she responded with a smirk.

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Steve, again I dreamt of you last night.

You came to me and held me naked in your strong arms. You leaned your head against my neck and softly blew delicate kisses against my skin. I shivered as your velvet tongue flicked across my fevered flesh. Your hands moved slowly up my torso, caressing my stomach, moving upwards to cup my breasts. You flicked your fingers across the tips of my nipples and watched them harden against you’re touch searing each one with desire. Then you turned me around so that your glorious erection was nestled within the cleft of my ass. You pressed yourself against me, imprinting me with the hard evidence of your want / need.

Laughing, you shove me forward onto the bed. I turned over and couldn’t breathe when I saw the hot desire in your eyes. I knew you were going to make me beg and plead, and I couldn’t wait for the torment. My skin tingled as I imagined you lodged within me, moving, rubbing, thrusting deep within me.

You leaned over and grasped my wrists above my head, securing them with the restraints attached to the bed. Oh god, I was totally at your mercy. I couldn’t leave even if I had wanted to. Smiling your wicked grin, you trailed your fingers over my quivering body, stopping at each sensitive place to squeeze, pinch, caress, lick and kiss.

Finally, your fingers found my shaved mound, eagerly parting the slick lips. I cried out as you thrust a finger inside of me. As the torment began to build, you inserted another finger and slowly stretching my clit until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. You leaned up and drew my nipples, one after the other, into your hot mouth. You suckled hard at my breasts, and I nearly swooned. You pressed your fingers upwards and I jumped over the edge. I convulsed around your fingers as you slipped one more finger into my wet channel.

The torture lasted for what seemed like hours as you laid siege to my body, storming the shaking citadel. I begged. I whimpered. I pleaded with all my heart for you to finally come to me, to embed your length with my body. As I felt you glide up my body, I sagged with relief thinking you would finally take me like I want’.

“But you had something else in mind.”

You flipped me over onto my stomach, the wrist restraints easily following your demanding movements. I closed my eyes and groaned in agony, knowing exactly what you were going to do to me. You lifted me up slightly and slid two pillows beneath my stomach, lifting my ass to your heated gaze, parting my thighs and giving you access to my deepest secrets.

I shivered as you ran your hands up my thighs, over my back, up my neck. I cried out as you grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. “Tell me you belong to me,” you growled in my ear, biting hard on my earlobe.

“I swear, I belong to you,” I moaned into the sheets. “I will do whatever you want.” I could feel your iron erection against my pussy, then sliding tantalizingly between my ass cheeks. I wanted you inside me almanbahis şikayet more than ever. But I knew you wouldn’t take me just yet.

Satisfied with my vow, you moved back down my body. I felt your fingers slide back inside me, and I couldn’t stop the fire within me. Your fingers slid out of my silkened secret and slowly traveled up to my shaking cheeks. Using both hands, you parted my ass cheeks and gently touched me, licking me, sucking me, and then delicately fingering my most sensitive area.

Suddenly, again your tongue replaced your fingers. Licking avidly, rimming me to the extreme, you slipped your fingers into my pussy again, moving in and out, stretching me to my limit. I screamed at you to stop, to take me, to use me in anyway you desired. You laughed, and the vibration against my ass once again set me off.

As I shook and tremor’ed with my orgasms, you moved to your knees behind me and grabbed my hips. Wetting your shaft with my juices, you thrust yourself into my tight pussy, slamming yourself into me all the way to the hilt. I started to whimper and moan again as you pulled out of me and pushed back in. You rammed me over and over, shoving me into the mattress. Just as I thought the world would once again explode, you suddenly withdrew.

I felt you again part my ass cheeks and then felt your slick member rubbing against me, reading me for your intrusion. All of a sudden, I felt the amazing pressure and sensation as you forged into my tightest channel. The stretching was too intense, the burning too incredible. I pressed my face into the sheets and yelled with all my might. I heard you laugh behind me as you started to move within my ass. Everything disappeared till the only thing I was aware of was you ravishing me from behind, withdrawing and forcing yourself back in.

I felt you tense as your thrusts became more frenzied, harder and faster. I was on the edge, just about to jump, when I felt you explode within me. The feel of your hot seed filling me pushed me over the cliff and I screamed again as I soared to the clouds, crying with the sheer joy and pleasure enveloping us.

You collapsed along my sweat-silkened body, chest-heaving, heart-pounding. I smiled into the darkness as I realized that, in the end, you too lost control. As you pulled out of me, I gasped at the amazing sensation. Unconsciously, I clenched around you and heard you swear. You had to pause before withdrawing all the way, and then you collapsed against the extra pillows. Almost absentmindedly, you reached over and released me from the restraints.

My body singing with pleasure, I sighed and turned onto my side. I trailed my hand over your chest, smiling as your muscles moved beneath my questing fingers. I have all these wickedly delicious thoughts about what I want to do with you now. Your mouth just begs me to kiss it, but what I really want is my hands on your naked body. I start at your calves and rub every muscle very slowly until I feel you melt. I love rubbing the backs of your almanbahis canlı casino thighs. And you know I can’t keep my hands off your ass. I make sure to rub it hard so I don’t miss a single muscle. Then I stroke either side of your spine the way you love so much. I rub your arms too, kneading your hands for awhile. I love to feel their strength and power. Your neck gets a lot of attention too. God I love touching you Steve.

Your body is so relaxed. I go back down your body with the lightest touch, but the way you sigh lets me know you feel me touching you. Sometimes I use my fingertips, and sometimes I use my fingernails. I brush across the skin from your hands to your shoulders. My hands meet in the middle of your back and trace lazy circles across your spine. The circles go lower and lower until my fingernails are dragging across your ass. One finger slides between your ass cheeks slowly until your hips thrust off the bed begging for more. Then my finger is gone. My hands move to lightly graze the backs of your thighs and calves. God I love the muscles in your legs.

I stop touching you altogether and stand up. You turn to see why I’m not touching you anymore and realize I’m getting undressed. You roll on your side to see me better, and I can’t help but look at your cock. It’s so hard, and I can see a small drop at the tip. I take off my shirt and your eyes fall to the tops of my breasts above my bra. I slide my jeans to the floor and stand before you. I pause, and decide to take off all my clothes. If you’re naked, I want to be naked too. I quickly remove my bra and panties and let you look at me. I can see your eyes roaming up and down my body. But even more I can feel your eyes on my body. Your cock twitches as I let you look at me. My nipples harden as you stare at me. I hear you say “Vixen,” and I start to blush.

I need to touch you again. I roll you on your stomach and place my palms on your thighs. I rub my hands all the way up and slowly down your back until I reach your ass. This time, I don’t move away. I trail one finger underneath each cheek where your thighs end. I hear your breathing start to change, and I can’t help but smile. My finger slides down to your inner thigh where I graze your balls. Your sharp intake of breath makes me shiver. I love turning you on like this. I kneel between your legs, forcing you to spread them wider. “Simply Gorgeous.” Now my whole hand can caress your balls because I love the way they feel. My left hand is rubbing your spine up and down. My right hand trails a path from your balls to the top of your ass. You’re beginning to squirm on the bed, and I like it. I slowly slide a finger down your ass crack, pausing to feel how tight you are, and then move on. This teasing is driving you crazy. I begin massaging your ass with my hand and one finger slides between your cheeks. I can feel your tight hole, and I shiver. But I go slow, building your anticipation. My finger circles around your hole as you push your ass toward me. Your eyes are closed and almanbahis casino your breathing is fast. You need me…I can feel it. I lean in and lick you’re ass. I remain and suckle your puckered sweet opening.

I stop rubbing your back with my left hand and put my middle finger in my mouth. My tongue swirls around it as I look at you. You look fantastic sprawled naked on our bed. I slide my finger out of my mouth and slide the tip of my finger just barely inside you and then stop. I love the way you push your ass against my finger. It just shows how much you want this. So I push again and feel my finger slide in a little further before I stop again. I can hear you whimpering, so I ask if you’re okay.

You moan my name and push your ass just a little more against my finger, hoping to take it further inside. I begin rubbing your ass with my hand as my finger begins slowly – very slowly pushing into you. It’s a steady rhythm and your hips match it. Suddenly you push against my finger and it slides inside you. The moan that escapes your lips is half ecstasy and half wanting. That was all I needed to hear. I roll you over to your side, keeping my finger inside you. I don’t move my finger as I grab your cock with my other hand. My palm grazes the wet tip of your gorgeous cock. I take the cum that’s leaked out and spread it across the rest of your cock. You’re moaning loudly now, and it just makes me hotter. I begin jacking you off slowly, never moving my finger in your ass. Your body is shaking and I can tell you can’t take much more. I can’t help but, love pushing you to the edge and watching you.

I take my hand off your cock and you look at me. Your chest is heaving with each breath and your hips are still moving even though I’m not jacking you off. I reach between my legs as your eyes follow my hand. I’m so hot for you that my hand comes away soaking wet. Looking into your eyes, I place my hand back on your cock. I begin jacking you off again while your cock is covered with my silky wetness. Your eyes close again, and you can’t stop moaning. My hand slides easily around your cock as my finger in your ass begins to fuck you in the same rhythm. You grab my arm, and your fingers dig into me. I love it. I want to make you cum so hard.

I take you deep into my mouth, licking away our earlier essences. Your fingers clenched in my hair as you press yourself deeper into my mouth, further into my throat.

“Jesus,” you whisper as I continue my ministrations. I smile against your beautiful erection.

“What’s wrong?” I ask you.

Your body begins to shake. “Ohhhh God, I’m going to cum.”

I whisper one word to you, “Yes.” yes yes yes ….

My mouth / hands are stroking you, fucking you, and making you cum & hard. I stroke you until I feel your entire body collapse, even though you’re already lying down.

I slide my finger out of you as I caress my breasts, smearing your cum across me. Your hands reach up and help. My breathing is ragged. I love the way you touch me. Your fingers roll my nipple between them, and I can’t help but moan. Your gather a drop of cum on your finger to rub it across my nipple, but I grab you. I pull your hand toward my mouth and draw your finger inside my mouth. I’ve want to taste you & can’t wait any longer.

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You couldn’t forget Crystal. Beautiful, tall, with long black hair, dark green eyes and a full mouth that was usually laughing at something or someone, and always painted with a startling red lipstick. Her full tits clamoured for your attention, invariably only just contained by the fabric of some immaculate designer outfit, worn with high black boots with higher heels. But the most memorable thing among the many things about Crystal was what you saw when she walked away – her broad and glorious arse. A National Treasure of an arse. But in spite of all that, it has to be said Crystal was also something of a bitch.

I’d known her for four years. At the start of that time we were flatmates. Two journalists making it in the big city who decided to share the rent. Then late one Friday night, both drunk and bored, and with nothing on the telly she offered to suck my cock.

Well, it would have been rude to say no, and so minutes later there I was legs spread wide on the sofa with some crappy chat show blaring out of the TV and these amazing green eyes looking up at my face as that scarlet mouth slid up and down my ecstatic cock. I wasn’t intending to spunk in her mouth. I was trying to save myself to fuck her, just to return the compliment so to speak but she just kept going, taking me in so deep, gagging on my shaft then slowly easing it out until just the tip of her tongue was in contact and licking the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. In the end I couldn’t stop myself, and I watched her as she took my load full in her mouth, showed it off like a porn star, then swallowed it all, except for a trickle she let slide down her chin. “Night night, flatmate” she said, and walked off to her room.

From then on I don’t know what we were – flatmates? fuck-buddies? boyfriend and girlfriend? She never wanted to put a label on it and I wasn’t complaining. Some nights she’d suck me off. Other nights she’d ask me to fuck her from behind and I’d watch my hips slap against her fat bum while she’d watch Saturday night TV with her fingers on her clit. One time I even suggested I could fuck that her perfect arse but she just laughed and called me a pervert. One night – a memory I often wanked myself off to afterwards – I woke up to see her straddled over me in a pair of stockings, naked and reeking of red wine, with a fat black vibrator deep in her cunt: “Hey baby! I really need you to suck me till I come!” Then there was Greg. He was the News Editor on the Finance Channel and Crystal set about securing herself a job there by letting Greg secure himself in her knickers. And that, very suddenly was that. She moved in with him, and started presenting their stock market updates by day and no doubt sucking Greg till his balls fell off every night.

So I put Crystal behind me, and now here I was at the launch of an upmarket new magazine that had been naïve enough to employ me as a restaurant critic. I stood on the terrace of the ridiculous Georgian country house on a perfect summer evening almanbahis with a glass of champagne, watching the crowd mingle and chat, trying to decide for myself who was the prettiest girl.

Really though as soon as I saw Vivienne Fontaine it was no contest. I recognised her from her photo for her travel column, but the reality was better by far. Petite, quirky-looking in a dress made out of a fabric that can only have been one molecule thick, so closely did it cling to her. She had a short bob of red-brown hair and an Elfin face with lively brown eyes and the kind of permanently pouting mouth you only get by being French. I was going to talk to her. I was. I took one more gulp of champagne. And then I heard a voice at my shoulder.

“Hey Tommy”

Crystal. Why was she here? I just stared. Maybe it was the red lipstick. Maybe it was her tits, even fuller than before, maybe it was that incredible arse. Whatever it was, three years down the line that woman retained the power to make my cock stiffen in a heartbeat. All the same, I wasn’t going to be a push-over.

“This is a very boring party Tommy. Why don’t you show me the grounds?”

“I don’t know the grounds. I’ve never been here before.”

“Show me them anyway. I want to talk to you. I missed you, flatmate. We used to have so much fun…”

Well, she took my arm and we strolled off down a path, then another path, and then behind a big hedge, and then I know I said I wasn’t going to be a push-over but somehow all of a sudden there I was with Crystal on her knees in front of me, my flies open and my fat throbbing erection straining towards her open red mouth like some kind of homing missile.

“See? Your cock remembers me…” And those red red lips slid luxuriously up my shaft.

Birds sang. Clouds slid across a blue sky. And my cock thrust in and out of the hottest, wettest, rudest mouth I knew.

Crystal hitched up her dress. At the top of her black stockings her naked cunt was open to the evening air.

“No knickers. Classy!”

Her fingers played with her clit and she moaned and her sucking grew deeper. I was seconds away from coming. Her lipstick and saliva smeared my cock as my whole body tensed.

Then her phone rang.

“Oh hey Greg! I was looking for you babe.”

Crystal stood up, straightened her dress, put one finger, wet with the juice of her cunt against my lips, and walked away, and I stood there, my frustrated cock twitching in the evening air watching her fat arse sway as she walked back to the house.

I’d been an idiot. Maybe it wasn’t too late to find Vivienne. Maybe if I played it carefully I could even fuck Vivienne that night. God knows if I didn’t put my cock in some girl soon I thought I might actually explode. I hurried back to the house.

Forty minutes and one interminable conversation with my editor about what I thought of the buffet later my luck changed. It was growing dark and my boss joined the crowd that was drifting back almanbahis yeni giriş into the house for dessert. But not Vivienne. She was alone, watching the sunset. Maybe she was even waiting for me to come and talk to her. I wasn’t going to screw this up again.

Vivienne was even prettier up close. We talked about all sorts of things – food, literature, music, and I loved how her eyes flashed as she talked and her body swayed as if she were dancing. And I was just thinking how now might be the time to ask her if I could kiss her when –

“There you are!”

Bloody Crystal, swaying towards us, lipstick once again immaculate, with a dish of trifle and a smirk.

“And you’re Vivienne. I love your writing. It’s beautiful. And I see you met Tommy. He likes to pretend he’s interested in the finer things in life, but he’d far rather have someone suck his cock in the bushes.”

It was dark. Maybe Vivienne didn’t see me blush. But she would have noticed the awkward silence.

“Anyhow…” breezed Crystal, my husband Greg Hessewald is inside and he would love to meet you. He thinks you should have your own show…”

And Crystal walked off into the garden. I stood there alone, every bit of me deflated, except for some crazy reason my cock. It started to rain but I didn’t care.

I caught up with Crystal on the far side of the lawn by the green house.

“Bloody hell Crystal what did you say that for?”

“Journalist’s sacred duty to tell the truth at all costs. Plus she’s not your type.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m your type. Your cock says so.” She patted the front of my trousers where my erection was still twitching against my pants. “Anyway, I’m cold. I’m going in here.” And she pushed the greenhouse door.

Inside it was warmer and the rain was falling loudly on the roof.

“Here” she said, putting down her uneaten dessert and pulling off my tie, “let me make it all better for your poor stiff dick.”

“No!”

“Aw. Come on. I’ll finish what I started. I’ll even let you touch my tits if you’re a good boy.”

“No! We’re finished, Crystal. You can’t treat people like this.”

“Tommy! You’re so boring!”

“And you’re a bitch!”

“A bitch?”

“Well you are a bitch Crystal. You know you are.”

“Well then… ” she turned away and leaned against a table. Her arse jutted towards me. “If I’m really a bitch, I think you should punish me.”

My throat went dry.

“Or are you too much a pussy, Tommy? I don’t think Vivienne is going to fuck you if you’re this much of a pussy, you know. But oh dear, I have been bad…” Crystal shoved the plants onto the floor and further leaned across the table, then hitched her skirt up above the tops of her stockings revealing her bare arse. “Look, Tommy, your favourite knickers. You can kiss my arse if you want Tommy.”

In that instant everything changed. Something snapped in me. Thunder rumbled outside and the rain rattled hard almanbahis giriş on the glass roof and I strode to the table and slapped Crystal’s arse hard. She gasped in surprise. I smacked her again. And again.

“Oh, my turn” she said and began to move but I shoved her back down.

“You’re staying right there…”

I took my tie and bound her wrists together against a leg of the table, then saw the bamboo cane lying on the floor. She saw it too.

“Oh God Tommy.”

It whooshed through the air and I cracked it across the cheeks of her broad arse. Crystal’s buttocks clenched then relaxed. Silence but for the rain and Crystal’s deep breathing. Then “Again” she grunted.

I swung the cane a second time. And a third. Each time the bamboo chastised her arse my cock throbbed harder. Six blows with the cane in all. I stopped.

“Oh baby. I didn’t think you… God… My arse is so sore.”

“I’ve got something for that.”

I took the bowl of trifle and scooped a handful of it out, slapping it down onto her punished arse.

“Oh! Don’t spoil my dress babe. Please. It’s Versace.”

In reply I slapped on more of the trifle and smeared it across both buttocks and let a generous portion trickle down her arse crack onto the swollen lips of her cunt and then drip onto her precious dress. Crystal lay in front of me sprawled across the table, her sore arse daubed in slippery creamy custard. My cock was loving it. I slipped my trousers off and my cock pointed right where it wanted to go. Straight into this magnificent bitch’s glorious arse.

I nudged my cock up against her tight anus, slick with slippery pudding. I pushed. She gasped and her sphincter pushed back for a moment, then I felt her relax and she seemed to suck me in. Inch by inch I fucked Crystal’s arse and inch by inch her arse clasped my cock like a tighter lewder cunt. She pushed back. And then I found a rhythm, a filthy, furious rhythm pumping my hard, slippery cock into her up to the hilt over and over again as Crystal moaned and writhed and swore beneath me. “Oh fuck Tommy. Spunk in me! Fuck my bitches arse!” And at last there it was – spurt after spurt of my thick jism for this beautiful bitch. I pulled out of her and the last gobs of spunk-spattered her bum and trickled down to add to the mess on her thighs. I was done.

I looked down at Crystal panting on the table. Beside her was the bowl, empty but for one fat red strawberry. I slipped it between the pouting labia of her sopping cunt. She moaned. I pushed it further. Little thrusts into her. She spread her legs wider and moaned and bucked and writhed against the rough red fruit in her cunt and at last the strawberry juice oozed over her clit and Crystal came.

I untied her hands. I kissed her with a long wet kiss and my cock twitched again. As the rain drummed on the roof and our tongues played I knew there was going to be plenty more to come.

Then in one crash of lightening the greenhouse lit up. And what I saw I will never forget.

Watching us intently, her mouth open, and one hand thrust deep between her parted thighs was Vivienne.

“Oh hey! Vivienne…” murmured Crystal in the silence that followed, “do you want a strawberry?”

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It is the darn clock again. 6:00 AM. I look at the ceiling and listen to the big fat nothing. I used to listen to Maria’s sweet breath. She slept through the alarm all the time and I loved it. I could watch her, her slow, relaxed breath, her beautiful breasts rising and falling. Sometimes I played with them till her nipples got hard and she started to twitch and squirm in her dreams. I’ve never asked her about those dreams, because we were too busy with each other after she woke up. Once or twice a month I got super lucky when she kicked off the blanket in her sleep and I could wake her up by kissing her between her legs. Oh Man! Old mighty days!

Fuck Man! You can’t do this to yourself! Get up and get moving! You just turned fucking 30 years old today! She left the country 3 months ago! Move on! Get an another woman and fuck her!

I’m still lying in bed and thinking which one of the voices in my head shall I listen to. The one that lives in the past with Maria or the one that kicks my ass regularly. The third wins. The good boy who gets up, makes the bed, dresses up, puts something into the grumbling stomach, gets on the bus and gets his ass to his workplace by 8AM.

When I arrive all my colleagues are there waiting for me. I look at them and I see different faces, some very excited, some showing sorry and pity. They used to look up to me, I was the best team lead in the whole organization, a natural leader and the only reason I am still here is because my team works so effective even without my direct attention that nobody in the organization even notices my mental absence.

Man! Put your fucking self together. This gotta stop! Look at these faces! A bunch of sorry asses looking at your sorry ass! Yell! Break something! Quit! Just stop feeling sorry for yourself!

The numb me wins again and I smile to them and sing the Happy Birthday with them and play along like a nice boy. Everything changes when a large flat box is given to me. All of them are on their heels to see my reaction so I quickly tear it apart and there is an Andrew Morrow oil painting, my favourite artist. I can’t say anything just look at the painting and then look at them and forget everything. I am myself again, feeling alive, happy, excited. My eyes are filled with tears and I hug them one by one.

On the painting there are two couples making love on the river. The brunette with long curly hair lies on her side with legs spread and her partner fills her anus from behind. Both of their faces show excitement, tension, love, passion. The heat of the moment is captured frantically. In contrast the other couple embraces each other in a gentle way in a missionary position while looking at the other pair, like their passion is being fed by the others. A real masterpiece!

When I look up I see that some of my female colleagues are blushing heavily. Sex or this kind of sex is not part of the culture in the organization. I thank everybody again and put the painting back to its box which looks more like a reminder of a nuclear fallout after my hurried opening. The day is starting and people are leaving. The last to depart is my team leader colleague, Juanita, she runs the support team. I offer her an another thank you hug, but she hugs me strong, pulls me into her body and I can smell her hair, feel her breasts even feel her sex. I return her passionate hug. She whispers into my ear that she picked the painting for me and with that she turns around and I watch her white mini skirt dancing away. She looks back over her shoulder and catches me staring at her butt. Smiles and reaches for her skirts, lifts it up to treat me with a completely naked butt. No tan lines, no panty and I catch a glimpse of a tattoo too. I stare at her like this was the first time I see a naked arse. She laughs out loud almanbahis and walks away with a beet red face.

What a day Man! You see, sometimes the grass is greener on this side of the fence. Yeah!

I unwrap the painting to take a look at it again and am still wondering what the hell has just happened. I don’t have much time to think, because work is waiting and the first time in the last 3 months I am looking forward to it. I start with cleaning, rearranging and reorganizing my office. I work hard all day long and at 4PM I have a brand new office. It looks like I just moved in. Time to call it a day!

For a moment I debate whether I should call for a cab because of the painting or just risk taking the bus. The cheap me wins over and I head for the station. Big mistake! When I get on the bus there are still empty seats in the back where the seats are sideways, facing each other. I sit down with the painting between my legs. As we progress through downtown more and more people get on and we start feeling like herrings in a can. I realized that I need to cover the corner of the painting with my hand otherwise it is going to hurt somebody badly in their private parts, because the frame reaches up to people’s crotches. I have two dudes standing right in front of me and the painting is between them. I’m in an awkward position leaning on the frame and reaching beyond these two guys to cover the sharp corner. I don’t even see who is there, but occasionally something bumps into my hand. I just hope that the painting isn’t going to be damaged. I should have taken a cab. Damn it!!! Stupid me!

The bus stops again and the driver yells “Move back please.” We get even more compacted as more people get on and I feel a bottom being firmly pressed to my hand. Darn, this is getting worse and worse. As we start moving again I have a moment to see through between the dudes around me and I notice that I’m intruding the personal space of a young lad in an ocean blue tiny skirt, matching top and hat. It seems that she either doesn’t mind or doesn’t care about the situation so I relax a bit.

The devil starts up in me again, not the first time today when the bus hits a bump on the road and the people bounce to one another. She does too and my hand ends in between her ass cheeks. Different thoughts are running through my mind and I feel different things inside. I’m embarrassed, I’m excited, my body responds and my pants are getting tight. Dude this is awesome! Come on you are not 14 anymore to take advantage of young lad, this is like peeping through a keyhole! Grow up! No! No! This chick loves this, just enjoy the show. I snap myself out of this internal nonsense and focus on what is actually happening.

She shows no sign of discomfort. Her ass is simply attached to my knuckles, like she was sitting on my hand. I’m sure that I will not move. Firstly I can’t do anything, secondly if I moved my hand she would end up with the corner of the frame stuck up in her ass. Not good.

We move on and I’m shocked to feel a subtle twist in her hip. It is not one of those bumpy motions that the bus cause. This is deliberate from her. Am I hallucinating? But no, she very slowly twists her hip back and forth, every 3-4 seconds or so.

The bus stops suddenly and she is pushed out of our position. My hand is at her left hip. Now what? She must have the same question on her mind, because there’s a hesitant move in her body as I feel that she presses herself to my hand. Then she lifts her left hip and gyrates it so she ends up being on my hand again, but this time deeper. Through the textile of her skirt I feel that I must be touching her butt hole. She continues with the twisting back and forth very slowly.

I’m torn. Shall I join her? Shall I just be a toy for her? It doesn’t take almanbahis yeni giriş much time to decide and I start turning my hand and offer my fingers instead of my knuckles, but she stops all motions immediately. Did I screw this up? Will she move away? My thumb ends up between her cheeks and my index finger on her crotch. No movement for 10 seconds. I almost give up, when she reaches back and lifts her skirt and I glimpse a naked butt, no tan line and a tiny tattoo saying “Nita.” Déjà vu! I’ve seen this exact image today. This can’t be true!? Could this young lad be Juanita? But she wore a white skirt in the morning.

I don’t have much time to think since the sensation takes over my thinking. I feel her anus and crotch attached to my fingers. Now she is the one who waits. I slowly move my thumb in small circles on her arsehole and my index finger along her lips reaching for her clit. I keep stroking her and she joins me with a gyrating motion. I have hardly any feedback about what I do so I really need to sense what’s going on, but I must be doing great, because when my index finger is at her entrance she pushes down and I’m in her hot pussy. I take initiative and I press my thumb stronger on the little bud as well and loosen it up a bit. My middle finger is nicely attached to her clit and I make small sideways motions to stimulate it. She responds with her muscles in both holes.

Passion takes over me and I really need to control myself not to start visibly fucking her with long, strong strokes with my finger. But I get more active and wiggle my fingers deeper and in both holes. I always dreamed about rubbing my fingers together through the tiny walls between the anus and pussy. Wow! I’m just doing that. I see that she drops her head and her knees are getting wobbly. I keep rubbing and moving my fingers on her clit, in her holes and I feel her pussy get very tight and pulsates. She must be having an orgasm.

She is calming down now and I slowly remove my fingers and stroke gently her clit only. After a half a minute I stop that too and I rest my wrist on the frame again. She wants to feel me because she wiggles till her ass hole attaches again to one of my knuckles.

It seems that our session is over, but I’m so hard I can hardly think and I really want to know whether she is Juanita or not. We get to a transit station where usually a lot of people get off and I stand up and put my left arm around her waist. She looks back and I see Juanita smiling at me. I kiss her and she passionately kisses me back.

When the people depart we sit down beside each other in complete silence and wait for the bus to finally arrive at my station which is only a minute away. When we get off the bus I just wrap my hand around hers and we walk toward my apartment in silence. When we get into the elevator I put down the painting and grab her by her arse to lift her up. We are passionately kissing. I put her down and pull down her skirts and she steps out of it. Without asking she hands me her hat and removes her top and hands it to me too. Then she gives me her purse and her high heels as well. She is like when she was born, beautiful, naked, alive. We arrive to the 25th floor. She calmly steps out and I follow her. She turns around and with her hand asks me where to go. I shrug my shoulders.

She heads toward the doors and checks whether she can figure out which one is mine. I follow her from behind and know that she won’t find it. Sometimes she turns around giggling. She stops and pulls her eyebrows up when we visited all 12 doors on the corridor without luck. I shrug my shoulders again. As a response she kneels in front of me and unzips my pants, reaches in and fishes out my throbbing cock.

We lock eyes and I wait for her to mount me, but she just keeps my cock almanbahis giriş an inch from her mouth. Payback time. I think. With her other hand she touches herself and starts masturbating. We just look at each other and I see her control disappearing when the lust kicks in. I take that moment of weakness and pull her up, turn her around, bend her and shove my full length into her pussy in one motion. She gasps hard and I start pumping her like an animal. Her knees gets weak and she can hardly hold herself. She bits her wrist not to cry out loud, but it doesn’t work and she looses it and shrieks like a hawk. I’m not even close to being done with her, but it is time to get private. I let her drop to her knees, pick up her clothes from the floor and walk to the door 20 feet away with my cock showing the way like it was a compass. I toss all of her cloths to my apartment and realize that I left the painting in the elevator.

I walk back to the elevator with my dangling cock and wait for it to arrive. Juanita gets herself together by now and walks up to me with a wicked smile on her face. She starts undressing me and I play along. By the time the elevator arrives I’m naked and she is happily sucking me. When the door opens I jump to the side, because Miss Wilkins, an elderly lady from the 27th floor, is staring at us. She understandingly hands me the painting and waits for the door to close. By this time Juanita is gone with all my cloths and is laughing hard from the door and then shuts it in front of my nose. I’d better not mess with this women in the future because the paybacks are painful.

I stand there stark naked covering my intimate parts with the painting when the elevator opens again and Miss Wilkins walks out of it. She is holding my bag which I also forgot to fetch. She very understandingly walks up to me hands me the bag and knocks on the door gently and says “Open it, he payed enough.” The door opens and Juanita stands there stark naked. “You are not just clever my dear, but absolutely gorgeous too. Now get inside you too.” Says Miss Wilkins and walks back to the elevator. Why do I have the feeling that this is not the first time these two have met, but I don’t ask unnecessary questions.

I put the painting on my desk and point to the couple having anal sex and then the one in the missionary position and lift my eyebrows? She grabs my hand and directs it to her butt. I lift her and carry her to the bedroom and pin her to the bed with her bum sticking out. I start licking her clit and move higher slowly. I end up eating her gorgeous, pulsating ass hole. I go back and forth several times before I stay with her little bud and penetrate it with my tong while using my fingers on her clit and pussy. She starts loosing it and just before she’d climax I move up and put my cock at the entrance.

She pushes back 4-5 times, but we need lubrication. I don’t have anything at home so I grab the body lotion and squirm a big dose out and massages it into her ass. We try again and now her ass stretches enough to let me in. I let her dictate the rhythm for now, but when she starts rubbing her clit and comes unexpectedly like an avalanche I take over. Her body collapses and I need to grab her hip in order to be able to keep thrusting. She moans continuously. It is just too much for her now so I stop and let her rest on the bed.

She is still somewhere else and have not returned to Earth. I lay beside her and keep fondling her breasts, stroking her body. She opens her eyes and looks at me like she has no idea where she is. I can see it in here eyes when her mind kicks in and she registers me, the room and what we have done. She smiles at me and reaches for my cock. Twists herself and offers herself from behind. We are looking at the painting on my desk and I enter her anus exactly as it is captured on the image in front of us. I’m in haven and soon enough we both come strong and hard.

We look at each other and we know that we found each other for life. With that thought we fall asleep in each others arm.

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My girlfriend and I are truly a match made in fetish heaven. Even though our society is supposedly sexually liberated, it is difficult to broach the subject of licking ass, and although I can’t know this, it’s probably safe to assume that most people who do it aren’t open about it because so many people react prudishly, despite what their sexual appetites may be telling them. I haven’t met a straight/bi guy yet who can’t appreciate the beauty of a woman’s ass, but to say “I’d love to eat that for hours” is still something that I feel can only be said in select company, at least in my experience.

All that having been said, my lady’s ass is exquisite. She is short (5’4) and thick (155 lbs), and is considered fat by many I’m sure, but I am in lust as well as in love with her. She wears her weight well, with a nice tummy (not a pouch), nice tits (not too big and droopy), and an ass that magnetized me to her when I first met her. It is a perfect apple, with a wonderful crevice that has a circle of hairs peeking out from where they surround her anus. We get along well in most respects, and the physical chemistry is just perfect. I want to relate in detail how one particular afternoon experience of worshipping that gorgeous butt went down.

She had been out for the day shopping with her mother and had returned around four on a winter afternoon, that time of golden light creeping into dusk. She had showered that morning and just as she was walking out she said, “Damn, I gotta hit the bathroom before I go.” She took long enough so that I knew it was number two, and after five or so minutes I heard a flush and out she went, wearing leggings beneath her jeans as it was indeed a cold day. When she returned home about five hours later, I was relaxing on the couch reading. She set her bags down, gave me the rundown of her day, what she could and couldn’t find, yada, yada, yada, and how she just wanted to rest. I said I can help with that, and we exchanged that knowing look between us in which we non-vocally acknowledge the nature of my submissive need to worship her body. We are not a dom/sub couple, but our inclinations in that respect work well together.

“How about lying down on your belly, sweetie, and let me take care of you.”

“Mmmm, that sounds wonderful.”

She laid herself down on the couch, made vibrant in the late afternoon light. She had already taken off her coat and sweater, leaving a yellow cotton tee shirt and her jeans with all of her glory beneath. Her thick frame was so delicious in its appeal, just waiting for me to enjoy it. I gave a quiet thanks to the Divine and began rubbing her shoulders and back, eventually moving my hands under her shirt. She had taken her bra off before we started, almanbahis so there wasn’t that uncomfortable bit of fabric in the way, just soft, smooth, chubby skin that electrified my senses. After kneading her back for a while I moved to the area just above her waistline, pushing my thumbs under her jeans, leggings, and panties, rubbing the top of her crack. She cooed and I hardened considerably. Reaching around I unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off, which took some effort.

Finally they were off and her shapely body was there for the licking, framed well by the leggings, which went off right after the jeans. This is the moment when I fight with myself, my instinct being to rip her panties off and go at it, but I do have a fetish for panties, and I just had to enjoy them on her for a bit more. They were cotton tangas, light blue with a dark blue border. I love this style of panties on her, how her ass stretches them, pulling the back into her crack. I rubbed and kissed my way slowly up her legs, sitting on the floor leaning across her. My kisses were alternating thigh to thigh, close to her treasure, when I climbed onto the couch. I was comfy in pajamas and a cotton shirt, which I took off to feel my chest against her legs. A similar situation, in the beginning of our relationship, would cause her to pause and to wash up, as she was conscious about having “gone” earlier and being sweaty. Her skin was indeed a little moist, from the layers of clothing, but not really wet. I could tell, however, that her panties had soaked up some sweat throughout the day, and as my face inched upward, her scent filled me. It was strong and lovely, that delicious ass smell that makes men (and many women) so primal in their lust. I continued to kiss upward, making it to her cheeks, and she let out a soft moan and said, “I love you.”

“I love you, and I love this.”

Kissing along the edge of her panties, I slanted along her right cheek and across her waist, then down her left cheek. They were soft, tentative kisses, as I learned long ago that good things are better when you take your time. When I got down to the bottom I was positioned just over her anus and, leaning my nose into her crack, pushing the fabric in further I took a light sniff. It was strong, i.e. oh so natural. I increased the pull into my lungs with my second inhale and was overwhelmed with lust for this woman, this chubby, sexy creature lying belly down, all curves and soft flesh. Her shirt was still on, which I like as it accentuates the fact that I am servicing her, although really we are servicing each other. Her panties had to go at this point as I could no longer prolong it. I snuck my fingers into the waistband at her hips, squeezing into the damp panties almanbahis yeni giriş as she leaned up into that wanton arch signifying the pleasure to come. I pulled slowly as the panties dragged over her bottom, letting her scent permeate the air much more richly than before. Down her legs and over her feet, she was now bottomless.

I was in full lust mode now. An extra-terrestrial invasion would’ve caused no alarm in me at this point. Light, passionate licks up and down her crack. The interruption of her hairs in the contact nearly made me cum, so pungent was their taste and scent. After a few passes up and down her crack they were matted against her skin. I placed my hands on her cheeks and with my thumbs slowly pulled them apart. The scent reached its apex as it wafted out, causing me to moan in sexual delirium. She made her own noises. Leaning forward, holding her open, I sniffed and stared. Her asshole is beautiful and certainly not a bleached pink starfish. It was brown and sticky with sweat and hair, many of the hairs sticking to each other in clumps that clearly indicated she had shit this morning. She is a thorough wiper, but sometimes it’s inevitable that traces get left behind when one doesn’t shave her ass. The scent was overpowering and no, it was not fecal, but pure butt, anal pheromones, and a day’s worth of sweat.

Moving back to the top of her crack I kissed downward, pausing to lightly lick, then resuming the kisses. Her anal hair begins just above her asshole and continues down to her pussy, which is another delight that I won’t get into here because at this moment, it was pure ass on my mind. I had no thoughts beyond her ass at this time, as it felt like we had merged together. When I was just above her anus I pulled my tongue back and placed my nose just over her asshole and sniffed very hard. Precum oozed from me into my boxers and on through into my pajamas. I pulled back and circled her anus, cleaning her hairs, watching them separate. The taste was bitter (a common note by those who indulge in this and convey it), like a cross between chocolate something like eighty-plus percent cacao with dark roast coffee, two things that I also love. My saliva in my mouth was getting pasty, and I relished the taste, closing my mouth for a moment and swirling around my spit mixed with her sweat and anal residue. As I swallowed she let out a noise that seemed to indicate, if it were words, something to the effect of me being a kinky bastard. Back into her crack, my tongue circled around and then into her hole, lightly moistening it. To really enjoy a rimming, and if one has no inhibitions, it is best to go very lightly, letting one’s saliva and gentle tongue caresses loosen up the anus allowing easy almanbahis giriş entry further. I would love to trade tongues with Gene Simmons at moments like these.

The gentle swirls went on for many minutes, as I became drunker by her ass’s taste and smell. When she felt ready, she pushed back, letting me know she was ready to accept me into her. How gratifying it is to feel my tongue go inside of her into that velvety softness. More traces of her delicious bitterness were hidden inside, and I dutifully and lovingly cleaned her further. The pasty texture accumulated again, and along with the sweat generated by the heat of my face in her ass, her asshole became buttery, causing me to suck in her juices and her to moan and begin to quiver. Her orgasm was coming (pun intended, of course). I felt the buildup as she steadily shook while rubbing her rubbery butt against my face and then it happened. There is nothing quite like a woman’s pause of her bodily movements just before she comes, as if she’s tensing while going over that first tall crest on a roller coaster. After that, a convulsion shook her and I with her, my mouth attached to her anus sucking hard. An increased viscosity dripped into my mouth and while I know it isn’t cum but rather anal mucus, I see it as a loving response to my oral attention.

While coming down from her anal orgasm I continued lightly kissing her anus and licking thoroughly around it, cleaning up excess saliva. After a few minutes I pulled out and rested my head on her nice fat butt, a most satisfying pillow. She reached back and stroked my hair, digging in to rub my scalp. I positioned my head sideways, left cheek on left cheek, inhaling the wonders of her ass that danced in the air invisibly. We just stayed like that for a half hour or more, then she put only her panties back on and got up with me to make dinner but I pushed her back down gently.

“Stay here, watch tv, read, whatever. I’ll turn the radio on if you like, and I’ll take care of dinner.”

“Mmm, but you’ve already done so much baby.”

I went to the kitchen and she stayed. My queen in her damp panties, her ass clean from my tongue. Later that evening as we lay in bed she got up, saying, “I gotta go again — you must’ve loosened me up pretty well with that tongue of yours.” She smiled and I blushed. After a few minutes she came back to bed, lying directly down on her stomach.

“I love those dumps when I wipe once and it’s nice and clean. Solid poops rock.”

I knew this was an invitation to explore uncharted territory: licking her right after she shit. I had secretly wanted to but didn’t feel comfortable saying, “Hey babe, let me know when you have a nice solid dump, I’d really like to lick you after that.” She must’ve read my mind. She hadn’t even bothered to put her panties back on, just her tee shirt that ended just above that sexy, thick butt. My face was drawn downward, and I knew my destiny was to lick her ass for the rest of my life.

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*****

‘Man, I’m starting to get sick of this bullshit,’ I thought as yet another man came, fucked me and when he busted a nut, would roll over and go to sleep. Leaving me all hot, bothered and unsatisfied.

I sighed out loud, marveling at how I could always pick out the losers. The ones unskilled and uncaring in the bedroom. I rolled to my right, reaching for the top drawer in my nightstand.

After a few minutes of searching, I found what I was looking for and I pulled it out.

‘It’ was a lavender purple vibrator that was bumpy in all the right places with a slight upwards curve. I brought my fingers through my labia, then used my juices to coat the vibrator. When I found it was lubed enough, I put it on the highest setting. Then I used one hand to open up, then I shoved the vibrator up his asshole.

“HEY!! What the fuck are you doing?” He shouted.

“I’m waking your lazy ass up, that’s what I’m doing!” I said as I shoved the vibrator farther up his ass.

“Fuck! Why you wanna wake me up like that for? I bet you could’ve thought of a nicer way than that like, sucking my cock?” He asked. I chuckled and replied.

“I woke you up in that way, because your lazy ass did not satisfy my needs the first time. So I’ll just keep the vibrator up your ass until you do.”

“Damn!” he shouted in both frustration and pain as I grasped the end of the vibrator and pulled it out and pushed it back in roughly.

“Ooh, alright… tell me what to do,” he said as he got on all fours and, using my guidance began to lick and suck at my boobs.

“Ahh, that was good. Good boy,” I said as I pulled the vibrator out of his bleeding asshole. You’ve probably figured it out already, but I’ll still tell ya ’cause some might not get it. I’m dominant in the bedroom.

Yep, after countless years of unsatisfactory almanbahis şikayet sex and being forced to finish what others started, I became sick and tired of it. So I turned into a dominant that won’t let my man rest until he gives me countless orgasms.

Ah, I forgot to introduce myself haven’t I? I am Artemis Alexandra Troy, before you mention it, yes it’s an unusual name but I like it. I especially like it when they call out my name in sex, it brings a delicious shiver up my spine.

Um… where was I? Oh yes, I’m five feet six inches with 36DD boobs and a butt that would stop traffic, if I do say so myself. I have black curly hair on the best of days, on others it’s a frizzy mess. My family and friends say that I have a gorgeous face with full lips, a button nose and almond shaped, amber colored eyes.

“Uhh, Artemis?” Drake’s voice pulled me out of my reverie.

“Yes? What would you like darling?” I asked and he smirked.

“Uh… can… you… put the… uh…” he said stumbling over his words.

“‘Uh’ what darling?” I asked knowingly, then smirked and produced a dildo, but this one was wider and shorter. Perfect for what he wanted.

“Yeah… I… um” he stammered but his eyes sparkled.

“You like it when I put it in your ass don’t ya?” I asked with a sweet smile.

“Hell no I don’t!” He said then turned so that his back was to me.

‘Big mistake babe’ I thought as I shoved the dildo up his ass again. Big surprise, he moaned and his dick got hard.

“Alright honey, get on all fours,” I said as dug around in a drawer to find a strap on dildo that I bought on impulse, I was damn glad I did. After I buckled and adjusted the straps, I crawled around to his ass and simultaneously, I pulled the short dildo out and thrust the longer strap on dildo in his ass.

“AHHH,” he wailed like a little bitch as I started to thrust it into his ass, swirling my hips for maximum pleasure.

“You like almanbahis canlı casino getting fucked in the ass don’t you, you cock slut,” I said to him before running my tongue along the outer shell of his ears.

“MMMM, yeah… I love it,” At his admission, I redoubled my efforts to get him to come first, thinking that it would be so hypocritical of me to come before him.

As I felt tingling in my abdomen I knew that I was going to come soon, so I resorted to cheating. I reached around and started to stroke his dick.

“Ah! Oh that is so unfair Artemis- ooh!” Drake’s complaint was cut off by my saliva covered hand suddenly gripping the base of his cock and slowly stroking upwards. I reapplied saliva and this time gripped the tip and slowly slid downward, when I reached the base he gave a long moan.

“Ooh I’m orgasming.” It was so outrageous that I literally heard a needle slipping off a record. It was so unheard of that I froze mid thrust.

“Why did you stop?” Drake asked.

“What… What the FUCK was that?” I asked totally frustrated and shocked. I had never, in all my sexual lifetime heard a man say ‘I’m orgasming’. Now I’m not saying it’s stupid but it’s surprising as fuck.

“I don’t fucking know! It just came out my mouth all of a sudden,” Drake said with his eyes wide in surprise.

“Man this is some crazy shit… And just when you were going to come… Drake, I think you should get out.” I said pointing to the door.

“What? Why?” he asked. Already his erection was drooping.

“Dude, I’ve been with many men in my lifetime and I’ve heard so many different names for an impending orgasm, but that orgasming shit takes the cake man. Get out and don’t call me anymore.”

“B-But I-” he sputtered.

“But what? You thought we were something special? No, not really. Haven’t you realized that I only call you for booty calls? I don’t really give a fuck about you, your life or anything else about your gay almanbahis casino ass. Now will you please get the fuck out!!” I said, my voice rising with every word.

By that time, I had already took off the strap on and had flung it clear across the room in frustration.

“Alright already, you stupid bitch!” he shouted, as he crouched to collect his clothing. Furious, I reached in my drawer and pulled out the first dildo that I could get. It was a four inch wide one, and I (yet again) shoved it up his ass.

‘Man, I should go to a therapist ’cause this is the third time I shoved a dildo up his ass. I hope he’s okay.’ I thought to myself.

“Aaugh!” he screamed, then I roughly pulled it out and pressed my foot into his bare chest. He yanked up his jeans as soon as I pulled out the dildo.

‘Smart’ I thought before I screamed “get the fuck out, I don’t need an unsatisfying and useless dick!”

“Fine!” he shouted, “I don’t need an abusive lover like your fucking ass anyway!” Drake said as he stomped out the door then slammed it.

“Fuck, now I’m all hot from that fight,” I said to no one in particular. I went to my office to collect my cell phone when I got it, I settled in my seat and dialed a number that I knew by heart. It was my boyfriend. He answered, albeit sullenly.

“Baby, that was perfect thank you soo much. Now get your sweet ass back here and I’ll be your fantasy fuck.” I said seductively, when there was a knock on the door. It was Drake.

“Ooh baby, I’m.. sorry.. for.. being.. so.. rough.. on.. you.” Each word was accompanied by a kiss, and it got so hot we were both struggling to breathe.

“Darling, you know how much I love you. You’re my everything, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you baby” he said before he went over to the mantle. He held up my favorite movies.

“Honey, I’m willing to put off doing my fantasy fuck, but only if we just cuddle and watch some movies. Hopefully some action flicks too. Maybe we could order pizza and beers and have fun. So how about it babe?” Drake said looking hopeful.

“Are you kidding? I’m in.” I said as I jumped in his arms, and we spent the rest of the day watching movies, cuddling and just plain enjoying each other.

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Dispatch Log, October 27, 2019

Dispatch received a call at 9:35 PM. A transcript of the call is attached below.

Dispatch: 911, what’s your emergency?

Caller: I need help! Send someone! Hurry!

Dispatch: What is the emergency?

Caller: I want to report a rape in progress.

Dispatch: Are you the victim of a rape?

Caller: No. My wife is being raped. Right now. Send someone. Please. Hurry!

Dispatch: Hold on, Sir. What’s your location?

Caller: I’m at 11715 Flagler Street—the Priceless Financial Building. First floor.

Dispatch: Do you know the victim’s identity?

Caller: The victim is my wife—Kristy Domenico. She’s being raped by her boss, Alan Bass. He’s sodomizing her in the conference room of their office. I can see them through the glass in the foyer, but I can’t get past the security mechanisms. The door is biometrically locked.

Dispatch: Is the assailant armed? Can you see a weapon?

Caller: No! I mean, I don’t know. His pants are on the floor and he’s got my wife bent over the table. It looks like he’s pulling her hair and holding her down. Hurry! Please!

Dispatcher: Sir, stay where you are. I am sending an officer over there now. Officer Owen Trant is on his way. He should be there in 10-15 minutes.

Caller: Thank you.

* * *

Officer’s report:

On October 27, 2019, this unit received a dispatch at 9:40 PM directing me to proceed to 11715 West Flagler Street to investigate a rape in progress. This unit pulled into a well-lit and mostly empty parking lot. A white adult male was standing outside the building waving his arms to gain my attention.

I drove up to the white male and asked him to identify himself. He stated that his name was Cruz Domenico. I asked him to tell me what he observed.

Mr. Domenico stated that his wife works for Bass Investments, LLC, in the 11715 West Flagler building. She usually works Monday through Friday, but on rare occasions she also goes in on weekends.

Mr. Domenico is a Dolphin season ticket holder and he was attending the game this afternoon when he received a text from his wife advising that she he had to go into the office for a few hours and would be home in time for dinner. Mr. Domenico arrived home from the game a little after 8:00 PM, but his wife was not there. He called her but she did not answer her phone. He texted her, but she did not respond. He showed me his call log itemizing 23 calls and over 40 texts between 8:05 PM and 9:22 PM.

At 9:00 PM he decided to drive to the office to check up on Mrs. Domenico. When he arrived at the building he did not see her car, but he explained to me that the building has underground parking for employees and only the visitor’s parking is above ground. From past experience he knew the security code to enter the building lobby, but a biometric scan is required to pass beyond the lobby. Mr. Domenico led me to a glass door in the lobby that provided a view to a glass conference room.

Mr. Domenico stated that he observed his wife in the conference room fully nude and bent over the conference room desk. Her employer, Mr. Alan Bass, was standing behind her and repeatedly thrusting into her. Mr. Domenico believes that he observed Mr. Bass performing anal intercourse on Mrs. Domenico.

Mr. Domenico showed me a video he had taken on his cell phone which corroborated his statement that Mr. Bass and Mrs. Domenico were engaged in intercourse in the conference room. The angle of the video and the distance from the participants make a determination of whether they were engaged in anal or vaginal intercourse difficult. The only sound on the video was Mr. Domenico’s ragged breathing. It did not appear that Mrs. Domenico was resisting. Mr. Domenico’s cell phone has been logged into the evidence room.

Mr. Domenico stated that when the suspect finished assaulting the alleged victim, the two dressed and left through the employee’s underground garage. Neither of them saw him, and they do not know about the video he made.

Mr. Domenico gave me Mrs. Domenico’s cell phone number. I tried to call her but she did not pick up. Her voicemail box was full.

I sent her text message identifying myself and asking her to call me at her earliest convenience. I also gave her the case number. She did not reply.

* * *

Officer’s follow-up report:

On Monday, October 28, 2019, the undersigned telephoned Mrs. Domenico seven times throughout the day. Mrs. Domenico did not pick up any of my calls. Her voicemail box remained full.

* * *

Officer’s follow-up report:

On Tuesday, October 29, 2019, the undersigned telephoned Mrs. Domenico four times throughout the day. Mrs. Domenico did not pick up any of my calls. Her voicemail box remained full.

* * *

Officer’s follow-up report:

On Wednesday, October 30, 2019, the undersigned returned to 11715 West Flagler Street. The receptionist paged Mrs. Domenico. I took a seat in the lobby, but after fifteen minutes Mrs. Domenico did not appear. I asked almanbahis şikayet the receptionist to page her again. The receptionist advised that Mrs. Domenico was gone for the day. I gave her my card with the case number and asked her to please pass it along to Mrs. Domenico.

I then asked to speak with Mr. Bass. The receptionist advised that Mr. Bass was in London and would be gone for two weeks. I asked her when he had left, and she replied on Monday morning. She asked if I would like to make an appointment to see Mr. Bass upon his return. I told her no.

* * *

Officer’s follow-up report.

On Thursday, October 31, 2019, I telephoned Mrs. Domenico twice before noon. She did not pick up my calls and her voicemail box was still full.

Recommend to close the case due to refusal of alleged victim to cooperate.

* * *

Monday, November 4, 2019.

Investigation is closed.

* * *

Office of the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, Nevada Daniels, Junior Investigator.

Tuesday, November 19, 2019. Note to file: This morning I found a large sealed envelope on my desk. I opened the envelope and found this Miami-Dade County Police investigation file with a post-it attached that said: READ THIS!

I opened the file and found notes of a police investigation into an alleged rape involving an employer and an employee. It is not unusual for a criminal referral to follow an EEOC investigation, but it is highly unusual for a closed criminal investigation to provide the basis for an EEOC investigation. I recognized the handwriting on the post-it as that of my supervisor, the division chief. I decided to quietly look into the matter.

* * *

Wednesday, November 20, 2019.

I telephoned Bass Investments, LLC, and asked to speak with Mrs. Domenico. I was advised by the receptionist that Mrs. Domenico was no longer employed by the firm, and that she had no information regarding her subsequent employment. I asked for the H.R. director, and was transferred to Mrs. Julia Harris.

Mrs. Harris did not pick up my call, and I decided against leaving a voice message. Instead, I went to see her in person.

I arrived at the 117115 building and found a six-story office building with a surface parking lot for guests and an underground parking garage for employees. Bass Investments, LLC, occupied the entire building.

I was buzzed in at the front door. I stepped into a waiting area with a glass-enclosed receptionist desk. Behind the desk sat an attractive, thin, conservatively dressed young woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties, and who identified herself as Violet. I told Violet that I was there to see Mrs. Harris. Violet told me to take and seat and picked up her telephone.

Minutes later, a glass door opened and I was greeted by a short, chubby, well-dressed African-American woman who identified herself as Julia Harris. Mrs. Harris led me down a long hallway to an elevator bank. The elevator doors opened, and we rode the car to the fifth floor.

Mrs. Harris directed me to her office and asked me how she could be of help.

I told her that I was there as a result of a referral from the Miami-Dade Police Department regarding an allegation of sexual misconduct filed against the company president, Mr. Alan Bass. Mrs. Harris told me that was ridiculous, and asked who had filed the allegation. I told her that information was being kept confidential, for the moment, and asked her if she would mind answering some questions for me.

Mrs. Harris fidgeted in her chair, looked down, but then agreed to answer my questions.

I asked Mrs. Harris to describe her background. She told me that she was a graduate of Florida International University, where she majored in international relations. She worked for SunTrust Bank in customer relations for two years, and then moved to Stearns Weaver. She then went to Wells Fargo for a year and a half, and then to American Airlines. In 2012 she became the H.R. director at Bass Investments.

I asked her to describe the working conditions within the office. Mrs. Harris said that the firm is a good place to work. The employees are generally happy. They are paid slightly above the industry standard, benefits are generous, and the business is thriving, so their positions are secure.

I asked Mrs. Harris to provide more details regarding the culture. Mrs. Harris stated that the employees work hard, but they get along well with each other. The employees are responsible, supportive, and driven. Since most of the upper and middle management works on a commission basis, the atmosphere can be intense, at times—especially toward the end of each quarter.

Mrs. Harris did not seem to be getting my point, so I asked her point blank: Are sexual relations between employees a problem? Between employees and supervisory personnel? Between Mr. Bass and employees?

Mrs. Harris’s face turned bright red. She took a deep breath, and then answered in a slow, even cadence. No. Sexual relations between supervisors and employees are almanbahis canlı casino not tolerated. Mr. Bass does not have the time or the inclination to pursue sexual relations with employees. We do not forbid relationships between employees, but we do not encourage them either. So long as they do not create a problem, we do not interfere. And so far, they have not been a problem.

I thanked Mrs. Harris for her time and told her I would see myself out. As I headed toward the elevator, I stopped to hand my business card to everyone who would take one from me.

* * *

Wednesday, December 4, 2019.

Voice message transcript:

Hello, my name is Cal Ellis. I work at Bass Investments, LLC. I understand that you are investigating improper sexual activity in the workplace…at Bass Investments. I can’t talk now, but I have some information you should hear. My cell phone number is 305-256-9999. Call me after 7:00 this evening to set up an appointment when we can talk. Thank you.

I returned Mr. Ellis’s call later that evening. Mr. Ellis would not discuss his information over the telephone, but instead insisted upon coming in to speak to me in person. We made an appointment for 5:30 the following afternoon.

* * *

Thursday, December 5, 2019.

Transcript of office interview with Cal Ellis:

Ms. Daniels: Good morning Mr. Ellis. Thank you for coming in.

Mr. Ellis: Thank you. Will this take long? I was on my way home, and your office is in the opposite direction of my home.

Ms. Daniels: I am sorry to inconvenience you. I will try to move this along quickly. First of all, can you tell me your name and background?

Mr. Ellis: My Name is Cal…Calvin Ellis. I am an account manager at Bass Investments. I work in the mergers and acquisitions department. I have been with the firm since 2007. Before that I worked with Lehman Brothers.

Ms. Daniels: Were you there when that firm went under?

Mr. Ellis: No. I left a year earlier. I was fortunate.

Ms. Daniels: Lucky for you. Sorry to interrupt you. Proceed.

Mr. Ellis: I joined Lehman Brothers in 1996. Prior to that I was with a small shop that was bought out by Goldman Sachs. I was let go in the merger. That’s how I ended up at Lehman Brothers.

Ms. Daniels: And before that?

Mr. Ellis: College. I graduated from Purdue University in 1989 with a degree in finance.

Ms. Daniels: Thank you Mr. Ellis. Now, what can you tell me about improper sexual conduct at Bass Investments?

Mr. Ellis: Not a lot. I don’t socialize much with the staff, except for my own secretary, of course. I mostly work with my door closed. But I did observe one disturbing incident you should know about.

Ms. Daniels: Go on.

Mr. Ellis: Well, every year Mr. Bass hosts a Fourth of July party at his home. Pool, barbeque, open bar, fireworks—it’s quite a production. The entire firm is invited. Turnout is huge. Nearly everyone from the firm is there, with their families.

Anyway, this past Fourth of July, I was there with my wife. The fireworks were scheduled for 10:00, so around 9:00 I went in search of another glass of wine for my wife and a beer for myself. I decided that was a good time to use the bathroom. I entered the house, but both downstairs bathrooms were in use. I waited for about 5 minutes, but then the situation started to become more urgent, if you know what I mean. I waited another minute, and then I couldn’t wait any more. So, I went upstairs.

Now, I knew that the second floor is not open to party guests. But I have been to the home several times in the past; I have known Alan for over 10 years; and I really had to go. Bad. So I went upstairs.

I poked my head into two rooms before I found a bathroom. I closed the door, dropped my shorts, and peed. I didn’t realize how long I had been holding it, but the stream seemed endless. I finished, pulled up my shorts, flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and turned off the light.

Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard voices in the hallway. I identified one of the voices as Mr. Bass, but I did not recognize the female voice that was accompanying him. I heard a door close, and at that moment I realized the bathroom I was in had two doors—the I one I entered through that opened into the hallway, and a second that opened into the guest bedroom. That guest bedroom was where the two people were.

I froze. My heart was pounding in my chest. I stood motionless in the darkness, holding my breath and praying for a way out of the bathroom without being discovered.

I heard mumbled voices, and then Alan said, “go ahead, suck it.”

At that point, I couldn’t help myself. I peeked through the door and saw Alan standing in the center of the room with his swim trunks pulled down to his ankles. His cock was erect and sticking straight out. A short, chunky young woman with medium length brown hair was kneeling in front him. Her face was inches from Alan’s cock, and her left hand was wrapped around the shaft. Her bikini top was on the floor almanbahis casino and her enormous breasts were hanging halfway down her belly.

Ms. Daniels: Who was the woman? Kristy Domenico?

Mr. Ellis: No. Why did you think I was talking about Kristy Domenico?

Ms. Daniels: My mistake. Don’t worry about it. Who was the woman?

Mr. Ellis: I didn’t recognize her at first. But when she turned around I knew who she was. It was Gisela Salazar.

Ms. Daniels: Who is Gisela Salazar? Which department is she in?

Mr. Ellis: She was a summer intern. She graduated from college in early May and worked with us through the end of July. She left to go to grad school in New York.

Ms. Daniels: Did you know her well?

Mr. Ellis: No, not at all. I met her on her first day of work when she was taken on a tour through the office. I never spoke to her again. She was on a different floor, and like I said, I do not socialize much with the staff–especially not single women in their early twenties.

Ms. Daniels: Fair enough. Continue please.

Mr. Ellis: Where was I? Oh yeah, Gisela was kneeling on the floor with Alan’s cock in her face. She licked the underside of Alan’s cock, swirled her tongue around the head, then swallowed the entire shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth for several minutes …

Ms. Daniels: So, she performed oral sex on him?

Mr. Ellis: Did she ever! I got hard watching. For a man my age, that was something.

Ms. Daniels: Did Mr. Bass climax?

Mr. Ellis: No.

Ms. Daniels: What happened next?

Mr. Ellis: Alan picked up a remote control and turned on some music.

Ms. Daniels: What kind of music?

Mr. Ellis: I don’t recall.

Ms. Daniels: Was it romantic music?

Mr. Ellis: I really do not remember what kind of music it was. It wasn’t romantic music, if that’s what you are asking. He wasn’t trying to seduce her at that point. I mean, mission accomplished if you know what I’m saying. Rather, I believe he was just trying to mask the noises that were to follow.

Ms. Daniels: I see. Continue.

Mr. Ellis: Well, Alan pulled Gisela to her feet, and then bent her over the bed. He pushed her bikini bottom to the floor, put his hands on her hips, and entered her from behind.

Ms. Daniels: Did she resist him?

Mr. Ellis: Not that I could see.

Ms. Daniels: Did she protest?

Mr. Ellis: I didn’t hear her say no. With the music playing, I couldn’t hear any of their conversation.

Ms. Daniels: OK. Continue, please.

Mr. Ellis: Well, Alan fucked her. He fucked her from behind for several minutes. Then he flipped her over onto her back, put her feet on his shoulders, and fucked her some more. For a guy his age, he really went at it. He fucked that young lady for a good fifteen minutes or more.

Ms. Daniels: Did he climax?

Mr. Ellis: Not right away. He got off her, grabbed her towel from the floor, and put it on the bed. He had Gisela get on the towel with her face down and her ass sticking up in the air. Then he grabbed some Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil off the nightstand and poured it over the girl’s ass crack.

Ms. Daniels: And then?

Mr. Ellis: He climbed over her, put his cock against her asshole, and entered her.

Ms. Daniels: He entered her anally?

Mr. Ellis: Yes. He shoved his cock up her ass.

Ms. Daniels: Did Ms. Salazar protest?

Mr. Ellis: No.

Ms. Daniels: Did she appear alarmed? Surprised?

Mr. Ellis: No. I think she was expecting it.

Ms. Daniels: Why do you say that?

Mr. Ellis: Well, she willingly got on her hands and knees. She didn’t say anything when he poured oil on her ass crack. And she didn’t attempt to move away or stop him when he pressed the tip of his dick against her tight little asshole. I would say she knew what was coming and rather welcomed it.

Ms. Daniels: In my experience, younger women do not generally enjoy being sodomized by men twice their age.

Mr. Ellis: Well, you weren’t there, were you? In my opinion, the young lady rather enjoyed it. She enjoyed it when he was on top of her fucking her ass from behind, and she enjoyed it even more when Alan laid on the bed and Gisela lowered her ass onto his cock. She rode him for a good five minutes, and the girl came at least twice. She continued riding him until he emptied his load in her ass. She was moaning the entire time.

Ms. Daniels: Are you sure she was not moaning in pain?

Mr. Ellis: If that was pain, she certainly enjoys pain. That young lady climaxed at least two times, and still kept on going. I think she would have reached number three if Alan hadn’t climaxed.

Ms. Daniels: Very well. What happened next?

Mr. Ellis: Gisela collapsed on his chest. I pulled up my pants and slipped out of there. I didn’t want to be in the bathroom when they decided to clean up.

Ms. Daniels: Did you see either of them again that night?

Mr. Ellis: Alan addressed the entire group before the fireworks started. My wife and I left as soon as the fireworks were over. I did not see Gisela.

Ms. Daniels: Did you see either of them the next day in the office?

Mr. Ellis: I saw Alan. I did not see Gisela. But like I said, she worked on a different floor and so I wouldn’t’ see her anyway.

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One simply does not let their husband, (He’s my husband now, I remind myself smiling into his hungry hazel eyes,) tell all their stories. I mean, please look at his last effort. He’s so mechanical and all about where he put his willy and what sort of noises we made.

Those eyes. Those chameleon coloured pools of communication that tell me constantly with their changing hues of his innermost thoughts. I soundly thrash him at card games, you know. They watch me now across the way from the other seat in the limo that rushes us to our honeymoon suite. The same hungry eyes I met that very first day I saw him.

Love at first sight… Pah! Such girlish princessy notions. That was the first flickering embers of a fire I spent the whole afternoon stoking. And I’m naughtily prodding it now with my apparent disinterest as we leave our half pissed family and friends and rocket toward this next naughty moment.

I want to tear my stupid ‘going away dress’ off and pounce on the beautiful man and ride him through several blisses until he squirts deliciously into me. But… I’m teasing and building a thing. When he does squirt later it will be hard earned.

Where was I? Oh… Beginnings. See this is why women should tell stories. There are all sorts of side roads to explore. They day we met. He thinks my smile right now is for him but its for that day. Nevermind. He’s such a lovely.

Carrie and I had split. It was gruesomely emotional. She was ‘exploring a new relationship’. I was exploring my grief. Three years I’d committed to her whimsical adventures. We were travelling in Australia, visiting my relatives when she discovered a tall blonde Australian girl with a life saver’s uniform and a surfboard.

Heartbroken, I sought refuge at my Aunt Molly’s home. I wanted to go home. I wanted my stupid large brothers to go and beat someone up for me. I wanted my Mumsy to cook me liver and bacon and brush my hair and wanted not to feel so stupidly emotional.

I’d mostly put myself back together and I was applying for nursing contracts in parts of the country that were as far away as Germany was from my old home in Birmingham. Molly was watching me tapping away at the blessed keyboard with my index fingers and scowling at the screen.

“You need to get laid.” She told me.

“You need to jolly well fuck off.” I unleashed a witty retort. “I need a job or I’m heading back to old blighty.”

“Seriously Jules, this too will change. You can’t bog down in it darling.”

“Save the platitudes Aunty M. One thing at a time. Besides, look at me… I’m easily a full stone heavier than I was when I arrived last Autumn. I need to diet and take a jog. Maybe then the getting laid will occur.” MmHmm. That’s where my self-esteem was located.

Not that I was, well, VERY fat. But I hover usually around sixty-five kilos. My present seventy-two hung a little heavily on my five foot five frame, whatever that is in centimetres. Stupid French and their silly ten’s things.

Anyhooo… Those side-tracks hmmm?

So dear Aunty M’s started doing what dear Aunties all over the world do and went on a matchmaking mission. Oh, my good lord she found some bottom dwellers from her ‘plenty more fish in the sea’ list that she selected the blind dates and ‘I have someone I’d like you to meet’ from.

Then one gloriously sunny Friday, she put her phone down on the kitchen island and pressed the speaker button while she was talking with Dudley.

“Duds,” she said in her drawling Australian attempt at the Queen’s English, “Can you get David for me please.”

“Ah… He’s busy love. Why? You want some more coaching?” My uncle replied.

“Dudley please just fetch the beautiful man. You can do that can’t you? You are still the boss?”

“Fine. Hang on.”

A short moment later a man with an intriguingly deep voice said, “Mr Gilbert?”

My pants wet. It had been more than three years since a man had interested me sexually but the moment he spoke my vadge spoke back.

“Molly…” Uncle Dudley said.

“Oh hi, Molly love. How’re you doin?” He sounded a little like crocodile Dundee. A little scary and wild.

“I’m fine Davo, but instead of our usual Sunday coaching, do you think you would like to join Dudley and I for a quick bat on Saturday afternoon? My niece Julia is visiting. We could play a set of Doubles if you like and I’ll make snacks.”

“Yeah sounds good. Nothin doin Saturday anyway and you do make some ripper snacks, love.”

“Goodo then Davo.” Oh the ‘oh’ and more oh’s these Aussies use. “See you around noon.”

“It’s a date, love.”

“Oh you…” My Aunt actually blushed before hanging up.

“You’ll love Davo. He’s good fun. Bit old for you, but good fun. Might just snap you out of your funk and by goodness, he can play tennis.”

“We’ll see about that.” I thought. I am ranked quite well in the Birmingham League. Or at least I was before I came to Australia and put some post break up pounds on.

See now? He leaves out all the romance. I read almanbahis his story you know, and it sounded like one of Daddies Penthouse magazine stories. “I never thought it would happen to me.” Indeed. Pfff.

I was watching that sunny Saturday late morning in September while he hoisted the net and put a few practice serves wickedly across the court. I was watching from an upstairs window at Aunty M’s Coominya homestead. I’d seen his little car rumble down the gravel drive and park near the courts and I was fascinated by his familiarity. Most ‘help’ introduce themselves at the front door before simply setting up and getting about things. What sort of ‘coach’ just waltzes around like he belongs?

A very svelte one it seemed.

He was tall. I liked that. Not giant; respectably tall and seemed well built in his white shorts and polo shirt. Neatly groomed too. No frightful beards or man buns. Ageless from my vantage but fit looking.

“Julia dear?” Aunty M positively bellowed from somewhere downstairs.

Investigation located her in the kitchen, also watching our guest as he warmed up and pranced about.

“Hi. There you are love. Could you go tell Davo that I’m almost done in the kitchen. I’ll be there directly. Soon as I change. Oh and rustle the old man up. I think he’s in the study.”

My reply of, “Sure,” translated, including the volunteered eye-roll that accompanied it to, ‘fine… I’ll play fetch the husband and go introduce myself to the man you’ve spent the last twelve hours promoting to me like he’s some kind of god’.

Dudley was easy to find. In his study as usual.

“Put the work down for a moment Uncle Duds. Mr Stimpson is here and Aunty M is keen for a hit.”

“Hit and a giggle it is then.” He is a lovely man. His hugs are genuine and generously apportioned. When he releases me I swat my butterflies aside and make my way to the court to find the latest creature my well intentioned Aunt has flung at me in a desperate attempt to lure me from my self-imposed exile from social involvement.

The steel gate to the court squeaks loudly enough to announce me.

“The infamous Mr Stimpson, I presume.” He straightens quickly, making me giggle. ‘Cute butt for an old guy,’ I think.

“Ah… Hi. The very same. David.” His broad smile and healthy teeth are my new favourite thing. As I shake his hand, I find him younger than I figured from the upstairs window. It’s hard to tell with these Aussies. All that sun and such.

“You have me at a bit of a disadvantage, love. I didn’t know Nigella Lawson’s hot little sister was going to be here today.”

“Haha. Please…. Trowel it on a little more thickly, David.”

“Do you have a name to go with the pretty face?”

“Oh dear… The whole name or just the useful parts?”

He’s still holding my hand quite nicely. Not too firmly or weakly. Warm, not dominating.

“David Earnest Stimpson, at your service ‘milady’.” He mocks my accent cheekily.

“Oh no.” I shake my head trying not to smile, “One of those funny boys. Well then. I shall bestow upon you my complete description. Elizabeth Julia Anne Bernice Gilberts. Please call me Julia.”

“Okay Jules. Very pleased to meet you.” It seems quite so. He pats my shoulder with the hand that isn’t shaking mine and positively beams those healthy teeth at me like I’m either the best thing he’s encountered this week or lunch.

“So, I was told there’d be tennis to go with the pretty ladies today. Is Moll’s about?”

“Moll’s? Oh, yes erm… Just finishing up in the kitchen. She said she’d be here as soon as she changed. Speaking of which…” I’m suddenly quite aware of my lazy attire. Yoga pants and a floppy t-shirt… Quite the first frumpy impression. “I should go throw on some trainers. I hear you’re quite the tennis coach.”

“Ah… Bit of a hack but do love the game.”

His hazel eyes… They bore into mine. They flit to my lips and chest. They remind me of hungry wild animals and they flash yellow amid the brown and green. Positively predatorial, they take a dip to my feet as we release each other’s hands and then they sensuously slurp their way back up to mine.

We’re locked in this weird standoff of staring and smiling for uncomfortably long. I haven’t felt this moment of attraction toward another human since I met Carrie all that time ago. Certainly not for a man. Certainly not for a slightly older man.

I’ve also quite certainly destroyed these knickers. Something about his presence, his smell, his voice, just reached down quickly and directly into my leggings and switched on the waterworks. Oh, my giddy aunt, I’m going to have to be very, very careful.

“Erm…” It’s Keates or Shakespeare in its eloquence.

“Yeah, Ah… I’ll get set up here. Nice to meet you Jules.” He winks. Who winks? Why is he winking. Oh sweet fuckity fuck. I need to… A thing over there.

“Likewise, David. I’ll, erm… The… house and…” Oh good lord shoot me. I’m going to leave two snail trails all the way back to the house. almanbahis yeni giriş One from my useless drooling mouth and one from my nethers.

“Infamous? Bloody Moll’s been blowing smoke up my arse again hasn’t she.”

“Haha.” Thank you beautiful man for the levity. So, I tick off my fingers and list, “Devastatingly handsome. Mind of a genius. Heart of a poet. The usual fare, David.”

He blushes slightly and examines his feet for a moment. “Well, hopefully you’re not too disappointed. I had better get warmed up, so you all don’t make a fool of me on the court.”

“And I had best change.” I smile and take my leave with some shreds of dignity still courtesy of his self-deprecation and well… him.

“David.” I call from the gate. It can’t hurt to wind the man up a little. He could be a bit of fun. “Not too disappointed at all.” I return his wink and hurry away feeling every bit as silly as a schoolgirl trying to flirt.

In my room I struggled with clothing choices. Clearly selecting a bra was simple. It had to be the thing I wore when riding. A straight jacket of lycra that kept me from taking an eye out. But these clothes laid out on my bed mocked me.

One simply does not, NOT wear, one’s tennis clothes when playing tennis. This plain white sports blouse and this simple sensible skirt are a uniform of sorts and obviously the correct choice; six months ago. Six months ago, when I was my sixty-two kilo, dieting like a good girl self. Part of me wishes to defy convention and wear my yoga pants, they conceal a multitude of sins and are super comfy.

Another part of me smiles at the way my breasts stretch the blouse and refuse to allow the top two buttons to close. It looks a little saucy, I decide turning this way and that in the mirror. What am I thinking? I’m too fat for saucy. It will just look like what it is; I’ve consoled myself with far too much cheesecake and ice cream and my clothes don’t fit. Ridiculous!

The skirt when I decide to attempt the entire ensemble should fall respectably to about mid-thigh. Thankfully it still secures around my waist. Perhaps I haven’t gained too much tummy at least. But my bottom lifts the hem almost scandalously now.

I want to cry. Six months ago, I felt so good in this outfit. Healthy and curvy. Now I feel silly and lewd.

As I tie my trainers and pull my little white socks up, I remind myself to pull on a pair of lycra cycle shorts. Perhaps that will save the day if the now too short skirt betrays me on the court.

“At least it will stop those thunder thighs rubbing.” I tell myself aloud.

Scowling at myself in the mirror, I assemble my unruly locks in a loose bun and watch as the tears start without permission. “Nothing a jog around the block won’t fix. How’re you going at the gym? That diet’s really working.” Yeah, well fuck you Carrie. Fuck you very much. This is me. No matter how hard you squeeze me, I’m not going to fit in the mould you picture for me.

I tried so hard for her approval. I apologised for every pound and every stolen calorie. “Sorry, this fit last month. Sorry, I’ve been working really hard.” Well, no more fucking apologising. This is me. If that lovely man downstairs or any other person on this planet ever earns my love it will be because they accept me as I am.

Sucking in a deep breath I sternly tell my reflection. “Elizabeth Julia Ann Bernice Gilbert, you will not apologise for any aspect of who you are. You are wonderful and complete just as you stand here.”

And I find myself almost believing it as I fix my scant make up and wonder how tennis will go. I do so hope to put in a good showing at least. He wouldn’t be the first tennis coach I’ve humbled.

We’ve agreed to mixed doubles and a single set on this sweltering spring afternoon. I’m paired with Uncle Dud’s which suits me; I rather hoped for the opportunity to oppose the devilishly confident Mr Stimpson.

The score stands now at five games to two in their advantage and forty-love.

I’m seething.

At first it was quite amusing. My outfit had quite the effect on David. Uncle Dud’s commented on the brevity of my skirt and from that moment, David was tripping over himself to get a look either down my top or up my skirt when I bent to retrieve a ball. Quite literally. At one point, I was leaning down to tie a lace and he was running to return a volley from Uncle Duds. The resultant fall was quite comical.

But as the game progressed, I noted that despite his masterful precision and form, his game lacked any power. We shared some quite vigorous volleys but to be honest, Aunt M returned her balls more forcefully.

Nonetheless, he surgically placed his shots and chance alone gave us our two wins. He was playing with us. I’m not a poor sport. I don’t mind losing; especially when playing against someone with his obvious skill. But the cad was playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse. Either that or patronising me by lobbing things gently for the ‘little’ girl.

I’m sure it shows almanbahis giriş on my face. When I anger, I have a flare of blush that spreads down my neck. I can feel the heat of it now as he serves a gentle ace that I should have returned but failed to predict. It lands perfectly inside the very corner I thought it would miss. A man with his height and strength should be slamming them through.

When we shake hands as Aunt M takes the last point, and the game, and set, he thanks me for the game politely and comments on my back hand.

“You’re very agile and quite skilled. If you had a little more accuracy in your backhand, you’d have taken a few more points, love.” The condescending cunt. I abhor the c-word. But there are times it needs deployment, even if just in my mind. I nod and make for a courtside drink.

Watching as he compliments my Uncle and Aunt on their game and suggests coaching tips, I notice his eyes flit sideways to find me occasionally. If he thinks he’s in with half a chance after treating me like little princess Polly, he has yet to meet an angry Julia.

I follow them crankily to the pool where Aunty M has assembled hors d’oeuvres and a nice punch. They chat and eat and I skirt the conversation politely. Inside, I grow angrier by the moment at his smug familiarity.

Soon enough, the pleasantries seem to come to an end.

“Ah, well… If I may be excused, I have several work calls to make this afternoon.” Uncle Dudley hastens away toward the house.

“And David if you don’t mind, I need to clear this mess. I’ll leave you two kids to the pool. A swim would probably be in order.” She kisses his cheeks and I ponder the stupidity of leaving him alone with me in an obvious set up play. Has she not read my face and present demeanour?

He’s chewing the last of some small treat and sipping at his punch. I’m stewing silently on a pool chair trying not to look at him.

“You play very well, Jules. You had me beat a few times there.”

Jules? I calmly stand and place my plate of crumbs on the table and turn to face him. His eyes find mine and recognise the anger, scant moments before I lose control of my mouth and the following blisters his face.

“You smug bastard. Do you think I don’t know you were pulling all your shots? And those serves. For fucks sake, Aunt Molly put more oomph into her game than you did. Then you played games with us, surgically embarrassing us while doing it with one hand behind your back. I don’t mind fucking losing you arrogant pig, but I do hate losing to a posing ponce. You can shove your patronising tips up your arse, David Earnest Stimpson.”

I’m not one to flame and run. If I give someone the news, I stand in my moment and see what they have to say for themselves. His face registers shock, then understanding and then he sighs and shakes his head.

I watch sternly as he shrugs and pulls his sweat stained shirt off. Despite my anger, naughty parts of me wish I wasn’t so presently volatile, as I see his toned stomach and chest and ‘fuck me’… His scar.

“Bit of a bingle on a horse, love. I’ll be sore for a week after today thanks to you. Need to put some movement through the shoulder and cool it down. Maybe you could use a cool down yourself, Jules.” His raised eyebrow infuriates me, as does his chuckle when he bomb dives into the pool like an adolescent, splashing me with water.

I’ve showered. I’ve brushed my hair. I’ve thrown my pillow at the wall and cursed myself. Then picked it up and fluffed it and returned it to the bed. I’ve watched him swim gentle laps out the window. Clearly, exercising his rotor cuff after our game. I have not, not even slightly, forgiven myself for making assumptions and a total cock of myself.

My father treated me like his little princess all my life. His patronising lack of expectations for me and… I need to let this go.

“Julia?”

“Aunty M.”

“May I?”

“One moment.” I wrap my towel around my naked body. “Okay.”

“Hi.” She says, placing a tray with a small pot of tea, two cups and some cream on the dresser.

“Oh god…” I fall back on the bed and hold my scarlet face.

“Hahaha… I heard, darling.” She pours tea and sips hers while I hide in my hands. “He won the Australian Open at age twenty-three. A complete outsider. Had only been pro for a year. Went on to rank in the world’s top 50 before the accident. Nasty business. Ended his career. That’s when we met him. Came to work for Duds. He does a little coaching on the side for a select few clients.”

“He obviously had a reconstruction. With physio…” I offer.

“Yes. There was bone damage too. Some plates. You’d have to ask him for the details.”

“Like he’s ever going to speak to me again. A shrew! I was a total shrew.”

“Ha phhh… He finds the humour in most things, our Davo. Give him a chance.”

“A chance? I positively sprayed him.”

“Hmmm. Your tea is going cold.”

The good old cup of tea. Although this stuff that passes for tea in Australia is an acquired taste, I’m sure. I rise and frown at my black tea and sip its wisdom.

“So, what now, Aunty M?”

“Fucks me.” She laughs. “He does seem rather fond of you. Or at least some parts of you. His fall was spectacular.”

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All good things must come to an end and Alex realized this quickly. Her cast was set to come off in a few days and the USS Tet Offensive was getting ready to hobble back into San Diego. He time at Pass & Decal was running out. She had gotten used to working with the other rejects and pregnant women there. She didn’t want to deal with the ship again. She wanted nothing to do with it. She had learned that she’d have to move out of the barracks room a few days after the ship arrived. Fortunately she didn’t have to live on the ship. Unfortunately she had to live on a berthing barge next to the ship. The ship itself was still extremely damaged from the explosion and could not be on deployment much longer. Alex did not want to revisit any of the memories of that place.

The day she was set to move out of the barracks Huff arrived to help her.

“Thanks for helping me,” she said as he loaded her sea bag into his car.

“No problem,” he replied, “the least I could do.”

He walked her to his small Chevy and put the bag in the trunk. Alex was able to carry the garment bag and her backpack.

“I don’t want to go back there,” she said.

“Neither do I,” he smiled.

“How was the deployment,” she asked as they piled into his car.

“Pointless like always,” he laughed, “things got worse after the accident.”

“I bet,” she smiled.

“I don’t know why we stayed out there as long as we did,” he said as he started the car.

“I can’t believe that happened to me,” she said.

“I bet,” he replied as he started the car.

“Anyone meet you on the pier,” she asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“Who?”

“George,” he said with a laugh.

“Nice,” she said, “what did you guys do?”

“What do you think,” he replied.

“I bet,” she smiled.

They made it to the ship quickly and Alex got out and collected her backpack and garment bag. Huff said he would bring her sea bag to the lounge in the berthing barge. Alex was able to get onboard quickly and made it to the berthing barge. She found her assigned rack and dumped her bags on the deck. She made the bed quickly and began to unpack her clothes.

“Lundz,” a female voice called out.

“Yeah,” she said as she stood up.

“There’s someone upstairs with your sea bag.”

“Thanks,” Alex yelled back.

She got up and walked to the common area. Huff was standing with her bag.

“Thanks,” she said as he helped her put it on her.

“Any plans for tonight,” he asked.

“Might see a movie on base,” she replied, “had a weird past few weeks.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “might do something with you know who.”

“Have fun with that,” she laughed as she slowly walked down the ladder back to the berthing.

She dropped her bag and tried to unpack as quickly as possible. Before she knew it, it was nearly six at night. She found a sweater and a nice pair of pants and changed into them. She had to dig for her skimmer shoes but she found them. She locked her rack and left the ship. She left base quickly. She found herself at the trolley stop in no time. She bought a ticket and headed downtown. The ride was annoying and rather long. She hated going through the Mexican parts of town as she thought of them. She was happy to be back downtown. She wandered around the mall for nearly an hour. She refrained from buying anything. She did end up buying a coffee as she wandered around a bit more. She soon found herself outside an adult bookstore. She decided to check it out. She hadn’t been in one in a long time. She sort of wanted a new toy. The one she bought a while ago was lost and she could use something new. She might have to pull the same trick as last time and buy a bunch of crap and hide it.

“May I see you ID,” the sales clerk asked.

Alex complied and flashed her white ID card. The clerk let her in and she found herself back in a familiar place. She meandered around mostly looking in the lesbian section. She enjoyed women but didn’t feel like a complete lesbian. She still had feelings for men and wanted to keep it that way. She then found her way to the magazines. She pick up one and began to flip through it.

“I like your shoes,” the man at the magazine rack said as he looked down at her skimmer shoes.

“Thank you,” Alex replied.

“What happened to your arm,” he asked.

“Long story,” she replied.

“Oh,” he replied, “I’d love to hear it. Scars and injuries make us interesting.”

“They do,” she laughed.

“I’m Tyler,” he said while extending his right hand.

“Alex,” she replied as she extended her left hand.

“Sorry,” he said as he shot his left hand to her.

They shook hands for a few seconds. Part of her tattoos was revealed as they let go of each other.

“Nice tattoos,” he smiled.

“Thank you again,” she smiled.

“So what are you up to tonight,” he asked.

“Might almanbahis şikayet just buy a toy,” she replied, “what about you?”

“Maybe the same thing,” he laughed.

“Oh,” She smiled.

“Let’s take a look together,” he offered.

“Sure,” she said as they wandered towards the toys.

Alex noticed the pink toy she had purchased there a while ago. She smiled as she picked it up off the rack.

“I had this one,” she smiled.

“What happened to it,” he asked as he took it from her.

“I think I lost it,” she smiled.

He put it back on the rack as they walked towards the larger dildos.

“Here we go,” he smiled.

“What?”

“Strapon dildos,” he said with a smile.

“Oh,” she smiled.

He seemed very excited by the toys. He pulled one particularly large one off the rack and handed it to Alex.

“This is a good one,” he smiled.

“Really,” she said, “how do you tell which one is good?”

“Well this brand is really good,” he started, “they use good silicone. You don’t want a cheaply made toy. Or in this case, with the harness, one that makes you look cheap.”

“This may sound a bit strange,” she started.

“But I know a lot about strapons,” he finished.

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Ever use one,” he asked.

“No,” she smiled, “I mean I’ve fooled around with girls, but I’ve never used one on a girl or whatever.”

“What are you doing tonight,” he asked.

“Nothing,” she smiled, “I guess just you know hanging out.”

“Want to come over,” he asked.

“Kind of sudden,” she smiled, “where do you live?”

“Point Loma,” he replied, “I mean if you have something else to do.”

“I don’t,” she started, “I have duty on Monday.”

“Navy,” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well,” he said, “you down for a little fun?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

He grabbed her hand and walked her to the register. She was surprised how much the strapon set cost. Alex was able to use her military discount to get him 15% off. It was only supposed to be 10% but the clerk offered a bit more for her. Tyler was happy with the discount. The clerk bagged the strapon and they left the store. He led her to a newer model Audi. Alex was impressed, but then again it didn’t take much to impress her. He opened the door for her and they drove from downtown to Point Loma. The ride was rather long. There was a bit of traffic getting out of downtown. They arrived at a decent sized house off Rosecrans street. He led her out of the car and inside.

“Have a seat on the couch,” Tyler offered as he turned on the TV and placed the strapon on the table.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Do you want anything to drink or eat,” he offered.

“You have any Aftershock,” she asked.

“No,” he replied, “You want some wine?”

“Yeah,” she replied.

“Be right back,” he said as he entered the kitchen.

Alex sat on the couch and looked around the living room. She looked at the TV, it was very large and new. The Sci-Fi channel was on. Alex grabbed the remote and turned it to MTV. Some reality show was on. She heard Tyler on the phone. She couldn’t tell what he said. She thought she heard him say that someone was over. Suddenly he emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“I thought I’d open it in front of you,” he smiled.

“Oh,” she started, “so I know you didn’t spike it.”

He quickly uncorked the bottle and poured a little into one glass. He poured a large amount in the other one and slid it to Alex. He sipped a little of the one he poured for himself.

“Thank,” Alex said.

She took a large gulp of her wine.

“Yuck,” she moaned.

“You’re supposed to sip it.”

“I like Aftershock,” she smiled.

“Let’s go to the other room,” he laughed.

“Okay,” she said as she finished her wine.

Tyler grabbed her hand and stood her up. He looked her over and smiled.

“Take off your clothes,” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

She pulled her sweater off and threw it on the bed. She pulled off her pants and skimmer shoes. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Tyler looked over her body and smiled. She quickly pulled off her sports bra and her breasts fell out. He began to lead her to the bedroom, but suddenly stopped.

“Put your shoes back on,” he said.

She bent over and put her shoes on. Tyler ran a hand on her ass.

“Nice,” he commented as she stood up.

“Thanks,” she replied.

He took her hand and picked up the bag. They entered the bedroom and Alex stood there nervously. He opened the bag and prepared the strapon and the dildo. She watched as he put the thing in the harness. She laughed for a second. He placed the thing on the bed as he quickly stripped off his clothes and looked over Alex.

“Ever fuck a man in the ass,” he asked as he picked up the almanbahis canlı casino strapon.

“I’ve been fucked there before,” she smiled as he handed her the toy.

“First time for everything,” he smiled.

She held the strange thing in her hand; she looked it over quickly and realized this was going to be unlike anything she’d ever done. He leaned in and kissed her quickly. She smiled as he pulled back. He ran a hand down her neck and shoulder. He slowly worked his way to her left breast.

“You have a beautiful body,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” she laughed, “I try to take care of it.”

“I see,” he said as he pinched her nipple.

“Ow,” she groaned.

“Sorry,” he said letting go of her.

“It’s cool,” she smirked.

He worked his way down the length of her body. He took the strapon from her and placed it on the floor. He guided her feet through it and slowly worked it up her. He tightened the straps and made sure that it fit well around her hips. He pulled away and smiled at her. Alex looked down and saw the strange thing extending from her crotch. It was about six inches long and seemed out of place. She reached for it with her hand and gripped it.

“This is weird,” she smiled.

“Nothing strange about it,” he replied as he walked towards her.

“You like this,” she asked.

“I love it,” he replied, “I need it.”

“Why don’t you just get a tranny,” she asked.

“Hell no,” he nearly yelled.

“Why,” she asked.

“Its disgusting,” he replied, “anyone who changes their sex is insane. You were born either a man or a woman; there is no middle ground. Being gay or bisexual is one thing. But changing your sex is stupid and wrong.”

“Oh,” she smiled.

“Just a bit of it in a nutshell,” he laughed.

He suddenly knelt down and engulfed the dildo with his mouth. She looked down on him as he sucked it like there was no tomorrow. He worked over the large piece of silicon very well. Alex couldn’t suck dick as good as he could. He was able to get it all in his mouth. He sucked it for nearly five minutes before he finally stood up.

“Holy shit,” Alex smiled.

“I had a lot of practice,” he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her.

Alex could taste the silicon as he worked his tongue in her mouth.

“Yuck,” Alex laughed as he pulled away from her.

“What,” he asked.

“The taste,” she smiled, “I could taste the plastic or whatever.”

“Oh,” he replied, “no kissing then.”

“It’s cool,” she laughed, “just have to get used to it.”

“Ready to pound my faghole,” he asked.

“Your what,” she asked.

“Faghole,” he smiled.

“My brother calls it that,” she smiled.

“Is he gay,” he asked.

“Sort of,” she laughed.

Tyler walked away from Alex and went to the dresser. He pulled out a large container of lube. He poured some of it on his hand and spread it out on the dildo. He poured a bit more on his hand. He dropped the lube and jumped on the bed. He fingered Alex to come closer. He pulled his leg up to reveal a cleanly shaven ass. He slowly plunged a finger into his ass. He worked a second one in quickly. She jumped on the bed with him and he pulled his fingers out of himself. He guided the dildo into his ass.

“Oh,” Tyler smiled as she slid it in him.

“Where do you want to cum,” Alex asked.

“In me,” he smiled.

“How do I do that,” Alex asked as she began to pull out of him.

“I’ll let you know when I’m going to cum,” he started.

He grabbed her ass with his dry hand and pulled her into him.

“Fuck,” he let out.

Alex realized the entire dildo was inside of him. Her eyes opened as wide as they could when she realized that had happened. She slowly pulled out and pushed back in him. She repeated that again. He let out a slight moan with each thrust.

“You can go faster,” he grunted as she pushed into him.

She tried to do that but couldn’t get the pace right. She pulled out a few times. She was bit hesitant to grab the dildo and guide it back into him.

“Would it be easier if I was on all fours,” he asked.

“Maybe,” she replied.

She pulled out of him and he smiled.

“Love that feeling,” he smiled as he began to reposition himself.

“I bet,” she smiled.

“Wait,” he replied, “get off the bed for a second.”

“Yeah,” she complied as she stood up.

Tyler got off the bed as Alex stood up away from the bed. He kissed her quickly and smiled. He kissed her body as he worked his way down her body. He made his way to the dildo and slowly wrapped his mouth around it. Alex was a bit put off by this, but she soon forgot about it. He seemed a bit more into sucking the dildo now that it had been inside of him.

“Holy fuck,” Alex said as he pulled his mouth off the dildo.

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” he started, almanbahis casino “like I said.”

He got back on the bed and got on all fours. Alex got behind him and noticed a mirror in front of them. She smiled as he looked at the mirror. She grabbed the dildo with her left hand and guided the dildo into him.

“Ow,” he winced.

“You okay,” she asked.

“Need more lube,” he laughed.

“I’ll lube it up,” Alex smiled

Tyler reached under the pillow and handed the bottle to her. She poured some of it in her hand and quickly lubed up the dildo. She slid it in slowly.

“Much better,” he said relieved.

Alex grabbed both of hips and began to slowly work it in. She felt a bit more in control behind him. But she still had a problem going faster.

“You’re going to have to fuck me harder than that,” he said.

“No problem,” she said as she slammed her hips into him.

“Fuck,” he let out.

“You like that,” she said as she grit her teeth.

“Yes,” he yelled.

“You’re a little bitch,” she let out as she pulled out him.

“No I’m not,” he yelled.

“What are you then,” she said as she plunged the dildo into him hard.

“A faggot,” he said as she pulled out of him.

“You little faggot,” she yelled at him.

“Much better,” he replied.

She pulled out of him fast and slammed back into him. He gripped the sheets as she pulled out again. She began to get faster and faster as she got the hang of it. Her hand nearly slipped off of him as she continued to violate him. She reached forward and grabbed his neck. She slightly dug her nails into him.

“Yeah,” he let out as she dug them a bit deeper.

She slid her hand down his neck and to his shoulder. She gripped it hard and began to fuck him harder. She grit her teeth again forced the dildo deeper into him. She liked when her hips pressed against her ass. She wanted to keep this up forever but she realized it would have to end.

“I’m gonna cum,” he let out.

“Okay,” she replied as she pulled out of him, “what do I do?”

She watched him as he turned over.

“Come here,” he let out as she walked up to him.

He quickly gripped his penis as she wrapped her mouth around it. He let go when she had her entire mouth on it. His sperm flew out quickly into her mouth. She was ready to cringe when it hit her mouth. But he tasted sweet and she wanted to swallow it for him. She kept every drop in her mouth as she let go of his penis. He turned over on the bed and got on all fours.

“Spit it in my ass,” he demanded

She grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them slowly. She reached forward and spit his seed into his ass.

“Oh,” he moaned as it seeped into him.

“Wow,” Alex exclaimed as she stood up.

“Amazing right,” he asked.

“Should’ve been doing this a long time ago,” she smiled.

He got off the bed and gave her a hug.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” she replied as she hugged him back.

She pulled away from him and took the Strapon Dildo off. It fell to the ground. Tyler looked down at the proud appendage and smiled.

“Wish you could keep that on all the time,” he remarked.

“I bet,” she replied.

“Let’s get your clothes,” he said as he led her into the living room.

Tyler gripped the knob and opened the door for her. She stepped out into the living room and stretched for a second. Suddenly Tyler shut and locked the door. Alex turned around and grabbed the knob.

“The hell,” she said.

She walked to the couch where her clothes were. She heard the sound of heels hitting the hard tiled floor. Suddenly a woman appeared before her. She was dressed in a very nice business suit and looked extremely attractive.

“Did you enjoy it,” the woman asked.

“Enjoy what,” she asked.

“Fucking my husband in the ass?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said as she took a few steps closer to her and raised her right hand.

“What are you,” Alex muttered just before the stream of mace hit her directly in the eyes.

She slumped to the ground and began to thrash about. Tyler emerged from the bedroom with a pair ankle cuffs. Alex couldn’t see him. She felt the cold metal press against her ankles. Tyler popped of Alex’s skimmer shoes. He then straddled her and isolated her right arm.

“Stop,” Alex yelled as she rubbed her eyes with her free hand.

He was somehow able to slap a pair of handcuffs on her. It barely fit around her cast but is somehow worked out. Her eyes burned even more as she couldn’t rub them. She could barely make out the figure of the woman as she walked towards her. She unrolled a strip of duct tape and pressed it against her eyes and mouth. They quickly picked her up and carried her down a flight of stairs. She couldn’t tell what was going on. She felt herself being pressed against a wall or something. They locked her to whatever it was. She felt the cuffs come off as she was secured to the wall. They kept the tape on her mouth and eyes. She heard the door shut and them walk away.

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