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Poker Night

Author’s notes: Everyone is over 18. I hope you enjoy it.

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The four sat around the poker table, two men and two women. They were middle-aged, ranging in age from forty-four to forty-eight. They had all gone to and known each other at the same university. Their weekly poker game had started all the way back then. All four were very successful in their chosen fields, a testament to their competence and dedication. All four were married, just not to anyone in the room. Their spouses did not share their love of fine cigars, good whiskey, and poker. But let’s slow down and introduce them, the ladies first, of course.

Sue is a very successful lawyer and partner in a very prestigious Law firm and the youngest. Her husband, Dean, is a college professor of mathematics, but financially speaking, there is no comparison to Sue. He isn’t even the department head. Dean is mild-mannered and somewhat submissive in that Sue essentially runs the show. Her hours keep her late with meetings and preparations for litigation while he has the time to do the more routine running of life. With the two children, a boy and a girl, off to college, he has begun spending more time at the college, even taking on more classes. They rarely see much of each other except on weekends. Dean doesn’t smoke or drink anything stronger than Chardonnay. Sue once coaxed him into a poker game, and she commented later that, frankly, a child of five would have picked up the game faster than he did. He never seemed to be interested, and she never asked him again.

Sue is short, only five feet two inches in her stocking feet, which explains her love of stiletto heels. Some think this is because, as a lawyer, taller men dominate the courtroom. Sue is actually a Terrier. You know, the little terrier dogs like the little Scotties and West Highlands that go in the quarry’s holes to fight them. They think they are fifty pounds of dog wrapped in a ten-pound bag. Well, she thinks she is two hundred and ten pounds of lawyer wrapped in a hundred-pound bag. Her figure is holding up well due to her disciplined eating and exercise regimen. Sue’s breasts are average size but, on her small frame, look quite large. During the week, she tries to minimize them, but at the poker game, her freedom to be herself, she enjoys displaying her cleavage.

Her cigar of choice is the Arturo Fuente Hemingway’s Short Story, a mellow to medium-strength, 4X49 Perfecto size, 30-40-minute smoke. It is draped in a mild coffee bean-hued Cameroon wrapper that gives the cigar a divine peanut butter aroma and sweet and spicy contrast. The well-aged Dominican binder and filler tobaccos deliver balanced and refined hits of cedar, caramel, leather, and toast. Her whiskey of choice is the Knox Joseph Straight Bourbon Whiskey from a woman-owned distillery.

Amy is a very successful art dealer who is in the middle age range at forty-six. Her husband Ralph is a mid-level executive in a small distribution company who, as Sue’s Dean, cannot remotely compete financially with Amy. The opposite is the case with Amy, in that she has more freedom time-wise. The household running is left to her while Ralph plays the patriarch, at least until their daughter leaves for college. Ralph’s passion is for golf and beer always distaining her love of poker. Amy didn’t mind. A night away from him is a good thing.

Amy is of average height at five feet six inches. Being in the formal Art world, she has a very elegant, almost regal carriage and dresses the part. Her long neck and large breasts set off an elegant, curvaceous body that often turns men’s eyes. It isn’t due to her exercise regimen or eating habits but due to genetics and her naturally high metabolism. Amy generally dresses in elegant haute couture during the week and, at the poker game, loves to dress down a bit in more common tops and miniskirts.

Amy’s preferred cigar is the Macanudo Hyde Park, a mellow-strength 5.5X49 size with a 45-60-minute smoke time. It has a light tan Connecticut wrapper but has Rogusto’s smooth, creamy, almost buttery-tasting profile. The mix of Mexican long fillers and Dominican Piloto Cubano burns brilliance of bread, coffee, sweet spice, and vanilla, a top-notch stogie. Her choice of whiskey is Glenmorangie Scotch, 12-year-old. It has a mild, peaty, smoky flavor and aroma.

Ben is a vice president of sales for a Fortune 500 company and the oldest of the group at forty-eight. His wife, Catherine, is a very shy and submissive woman who works in accounting at a not-for-profit. Rarely interested in anything other than the non-profit and its cause, she distains whiskey, cigars, poker, and his capitalistic drive, preferring social justice meetings and occasional demonstrations. Her influence, because of his frequent absence from home for business trips, has turned their daughter, who is in no way shy or submissive, into a modern screaming pink hat feminist, but at least she is now in college, and he doesn’t have to hear it from her. Poker night is his weekly refuge from his wife’s social justice Sahabet and political obsessions.

One doesn’t go far in sales if one is fat, ugly, or short. Ben is six feet two inches and weighs just two hundred pounds. He spends two hours at the gym every day except Sunday when most are pushing the snooze button. An athlete in college, track, and wrestling, he is in magnificent shape and is talented enough to be a six-stroke scratch golfer. He is always dressed immaculately, well-manicured, and spit-shined at work. At poker night, he likes to dress down to simply a golf shirt and slacks.

His cigar of choice is the Oliva Serie V Melanio Maduro at 5X52 size, which affords a full sixty-minute smoke. It has a Mexican wrapper with a Nicaraguan binder and filler, which provides its trademark combination of dark chocolate, roasted almonds, and smooth pepper, complemented by a rich note of caramel flavors. It is the only cigar to win Cigar of the Year twice. His whiskey of choice is Jameson Irish Whiskey, a fine rye whiskey, indeed.

Our final player is Joe, a Vice President of a major commercial and residential building contractor firm. His wife, Emily, is a teacher at the local elementary school who, again, cannot match the earning power of Joe. Emily is decidedly submissive, arranges the care of the children, efficiently runs the home, and defers obediently to her husband’s leadership. A somewhat religious upbringing causes her to reject anything to do with smoking, drinking, or gambling. Poker night is Joe’s escape from her self-righteous scoldings.

Having started in the building trades, putting him through college, Joe is well muscled, and although not the athlete or having a gym molded physique like Ben, he has the physique of a blue-collar working man in a blue suit. He is also tall six feet one inch at two hundred and twenty pounds. Joe is the kind of person that no matter where he is, you get the authentic Joe. He must dress in a suit at work but is usually found with his jacket hanging up, his sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened. At poker night, he dresses casually in chinos and a button shirt.

His cigar of choice is the Aganorsa Leaf Aniversario Connecticut at 6X54, which provides a sixty-minute smoke. It has a Nicaraguan wrapper binder and filler. It is a Connecticut shade-covered cigar with sweet cedar, toasted cashews, smooth pepper, and cinnamon notes. His whiskey of choice is Makers Mark Bourbon, a solid but refreshing drink.

“So, who is the banker tonight?” Sue said, plopping her overstuffed purse on the table.

“I believe it is my turn,” Ben replied. “That will be a fifty-dollar buy-in with the ability to buy in once more during the night.”

“Well, duh, that has only been the rule for the last five years, Ben. I haven’t been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Fuck your second buy-in and just give me a hundred bucks in chips,” Sue said, handing him two fifties. “Damn, it is nice to be able to say things like fuck. A lot of times in court, that is what I want to say but can’t,” Sue said, chuckling.

“I understand, Sue, what you mean,” Amy agreed amiably. “At the gallery, there are so many…assholes,” she blurted out, giggling, “That I just want to scream.”

“I work in construction, and except in a business meeting, I talk like that anytime I want to,” Joe said, laughing.

“Some of us just have all the…fucking luck,” Ben said, inducing a round of laughing from them all. “So, to speed everything up, why don’t I just pass out the hundred bucks in chips to everyone?”

“All those in favor,” Sue said as everyone tossed their buy-in on the table.

They each piled their chips or sorted their chips as they usually did. Sue’s are always in neat sorted piles, Ben’s in neat piles, not necessarily completely sorted. Amy’s are always an artistic mélange of colors, and Joe’s are in a random unsorted pile.

“First things first,” Joe said, rising to go to the bar.

We are talking about four well-heeled people. Originally, they simply rotated homes to play in, with each hosting once a month. For years, they had lived with their spouses’ complaints, and finally, when they got to the point where they could, they rented places to play, like a hotel room for the night. Five years ago, they found a permanent apartment at a remarkably good price. They decked it out to their satisfaction, decorating it and even putting in the proper furniture, like sofas and even a king-sized bed. It had been decided that should the need arise, any of them could use it, say if a guest needed housing, it was too late to get home, whatever. They stocked the bar with their preferred libations and had a large built-in humidor installed to accommodate their preference for smoke. It was their little club. Each of them obtained their drink and cigar, returning to the table.

“We are playing Five Card Stud. Ante up, my friends,” Ben said, lifting his drink in toast.

They played for a little over an hour, or the length of a cigar, the last finally being extinguished, leaving them Sahabet Giriş in a cloud of mingled yet delightful, for cigar lovers anyway, cigar smoke.

Sue threw down her cards, saying, “Fuck.”

Ben held out his hands palm up, shaking his head in confusion.

“What the hell are you doing, Sue? You have lost six straight hands and most of your stake. I’ve never seen you play this bad. What’s up?” Ben asked.

Sighing a very frustrated sigh, Sue snapped, “I’m bored.”

“Get a hobby,” Joe chuckled.

“Yeah, with my litigation schedule, I’ve got time for a hobby,” she retorted. “Playing poker with you losers is about all I get.”

“Calm down, dear,” Amy soothed. “There is something obviously wrong. What is it?”

“There is no challenge anymore. The thrill of Poker is in the betting. One hundred dollars? Fuck I spend more than that at Starbucks in a week. There is no risk anymore.”

“Well, we could raise the stakes,” Amy proposed.

“No,” Joe said emphatically. We have talked about this. Taking the risk you seem to desire would require us to put up thousands. I am not willing to do that.”

“I know,” Susie whined, “And I agree. It’s just that there is no…fuck I don’t know. Deal!”

Sue lost again leaving her only just enough to ante up.

“Ho, ho, ho. Susie’s gonna go,” Joe chided, using a nickname Sue despised.

“Fuck you, Joe,” she retorted.

“Sticks and stones,” he replied, laughing.

“Fuck you anyway, Joey,” Sue replied, joining him in his laughing.

Sue anted up, and the cards were dealt. After several checks and the obtaining of replacement cards, Amy called Sue.

“Oh, too bad Susie doesn’t have anything more to bet,” Joe again teased.

Looking at her cards, Sue said, “Fuck you, Joey. I will call and raise with…my blouse,” looking Amy in the eyes.

“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Ben interrupted. “Are we going to let our game degenerate into an adolescent strip poker?”

Surprisingly the always elegant and well-spoken Amy replied, “Shut the fuck up, Ben.”

“Uww,” Joe said like a teenager.

“I’ll take that bet, and you won’t even have to remove it until you lose,” Amy said, staring back at Sue. “Raise by how much?”

Not having thought her impetuous move through thoroughly, Sue looked around at all the players.

Amy finally spoke up, asking, “How much did the blouse cost?”

“Thirty dollars,” Sue blurted out.

“Oh, shopping at Walmart again?” Amy replied, laughing condescendingly. “Okay, I will make it equivalent to fifteen dollars. After all, I will have to wash it before I use it as a rag to soak up spills at the gallery,” Amy said, still laughing, and threw twenty-five dollars in chips onto the pile. “And raise you ten.”

“Fold,” both of the men said in unison.

“It is up to you, Dear, call, raise, or fold,” Amy said, licking her lips.

“Fuck,” Sue squealed.

“Fold, and I get the blouse. Call or raise means you have to put up something in addition. What will it be, Sue?” Amy asked coldly.

“Fuck, I know,” Sue said. “I will put up my skirt.”

After a moment, to make sure Sue had said all she would say, Amy replied, “You calling or raising?”

Sue was now actually trembling, knowing she had herself in a hell of a fix. If Sue made the skirt a raise, Amy would get the chance to call or raise it again. Either way, if Sue did not have a winning hand, she would lose both the blouse and skirt. Sue was also unnerved by the usually gentle Amy’s sudden hard play. Sue was expecting Amy to let her off the hook.

“What did you pay for the skirt, Sue?” Amy asked after several moments.

Sue looked at Amy, her eyes narrowed to slits. She was studying Amy, looking for tells but there weren’t any.

“Seventy-five dollars,” Sue replied, trying to sound confident.

“Half is thirty-seven fifty, so I will peg it at forty,” Amy replied, actually sounding confident.

Sue was sweating. If she called, she would be using forty dollars to call a ten-dollar bet, and if she raised it, Amy had a chance to raise it again. If she lost as it stood, she would lose the blouse and the skirt. If Amy raised again, Sue stood to lose even more. At that point, Amy pursed and licked her lips. There it was, one of Amy’s tells. She always pursed and licked her lips when she was bluffing.

Supremely confident, Sue said, “Raise.”

Their eyes never leaving each other, Amy tossed the difference of thirty dollars onto the pot, growling, “Call.”

Sue laid her cards down, saying confidently, “Two pairs, Aces and Jacks.”

Amy smiled as she laid her cards down, “Full house, tens over fours.”

Sue was poleaxed.

“You might not know my tells as well as you think you do, Sue,” Amy said, laughing.

“Fuck,” Sue squealed, knowing she had been duped by Amy.

All of them sat there staring at Sue.

“Well?” Amy said.

Sue looked at Amy, hoping for a reprieve, but none was coming. Lowering her eyes, she began to unbutton her blouse’s top button.

“No, Sahabet Güncel Giriş no, no, you can’t just sit there and hide it all. Stand up and let us all see, Sue,” Amy coldly demanded.

“What?” Sue replied.

“Yes, Miss Bored. Get up and take the blouse and skirt off,” Amy said, chuckling.

Looking at the other players, no one came to her defense, so Sue stood and pulled her blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned it, shrugged it off her shoulders, and handed it to Amy. She wore a sheer lacy bra, her nipples causing two tents in the fabric.

“And the skirt,” Amy said.

Blushing bright red, Sue unsnapped and unzipped the skirt, removing it exposing her sheer lacy thong, and handed it to Amy. Amy then draped them over the back of her chair.

“One full turn,” Amy demanded.

Sue, blushing bright pink, didn’t argue, did a full turn, and sat down.

“I believe it is my deal,” Ben stuttered.

“So, what is Sue going to ante?” Amy smirked.

Sue sat stunned, not thinking about that until Amy mentioned it.

“I let you off the hook with the blouse and skirt by not having you put them in the pot before we showed cards. The ante is a little different that has to go in at the beginning,” Amy snickered.

“How about a shoe,” Ben interjected nervously.

“My shoes are three-hundred-dollar Piferi’s from Nordstrom,” Sue squealed.

“I see,” Amy began. “Then the bra or panties make more sense from a financial angle.”

“What?” Sue exclaimed.

“This is the game you wanted to play, Sue. Don’t blame me for the predicament. As I see it, you must ante up your bra, panties, or one shoe.”

“Can’t I get like a credit? The bra costs a hundred dollars, and the panties fifty, for fucks sake,” Sue whined.

“Well, perhaps…,” Ben began.

“No,” Amy said with finality. “Play the game as it is supposed to be played. Pull up your big girl panties and ante up, or go home in your underwear.”

“Bitch,” Sue said, slamming her shoe on the table.

Sue’s hand didn’t look promising. Everyone checked, though, so she was safe for now. Her draw cards were even worse, and she sat in her underwear with only one shoe with bupkis. Ben looked like he was playing it safe and checked. So did Amy, but Joe looked really confident, smiled, and raised ten dollars.

“Fuck,” Sue squealed, throwing her cards in.

Joe won the pot with a pair of sixes.

Sue bowed her head and put her other shoe in the pot.

Her next hand looked more promising. Four were spades, and she had a pair of Kings. She could try for a flush, but that meant she had to dump the off-suit King. Trying to draw to a flush with one card on the draw is suicide, so she kept the pair of Kings and asked for three cards. Sue almost dropped her cards when she drew three Aces. Her heart started pounding, and she started sweating, a small bead of sweat forming and running down her forehead. Ben and Joe checked, but Amy raised twenty dollars.

“I’ll call and raise you my bra,” Sue said confidently.

“Let’s see, at one hundred dollars, we will cut that to fifty. Your raise is thirty dollars,” Amy said calmly.

“Fold,” both men said again.

Amy, again looking Sue in the eyes, said, “I will call your thirty and raise you twenty more.”

“You bitch, you are just trying to buy the pot so you can humiliate me,” she accused.

“Call if you want to see my cards,” was her steely reply.

“Bitch, I call,” she spat out.

“With what?” Amy said, laughing.

“My thong, Bitch,” Sue groaned.

“Well, at fifty for the panties, I should only allow twenty-five, but I’ll be nice and let you slide,” Amy chuckled.

“Thanks,” Sue said sarcastically. “Lay your cards down, Amy,” Sue continued angrily.

Smiling, Amy snapped them down one at a time: a four of hearts, a two of spades, a two of diamonds, a two of hearts, and a two of clubs.

Sue blanched and then screamed, “Fuck,” throwing her cards on the table. “The best fucking hand I have had all night, and it went nowhere.”

The two men sat there in shock. Amy sat with her hand across her mouth to keep from laughing, and Sue seethed in anger at her own stupidity.

Silently Sue stood next to her chair and reached behind and undid her bra, being careful to slide her left arm over her tits in a show of modesty and closed her legs tight, working her thong off futility, trying to maintain her modesty. With her arm across her tits and her other hand covering her pussy she stood there, her eyes pleading for mercy from Amy.

“Put your hands behind your head, spread your legs, and do the turn, Sue,” Amy demanded.

“Cunt,” Sue said as she interlaced her fingers behind her neck, spread her legs shoulder-width apart, and did a turn putting her still lovely tits, large areolas, now very erect nipples, and well-waxed pussy on display.

Amy nodded, and Sue leaped into her chair, covering her tits with her arm again.

“And now we have the continuing question of what does she ante?” Joe said, laughing.

Again, Sue had not thought this all out carefully. Her stare pleaded, but it seemed the other players whom she had spent more than two decades playing poker with were not going to let her off the hook that she had crawled out the length of the fishing pole and down the line to get to.

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Lost Creek Wives’ Club Pt. 39

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Prologue:

The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives’ Club (LCWC) series, and as always I recommend reading the prior one first. And I apologize for it taking as long to publish this latest installment as it did.

As always, comments are welcomed as long as they are constructive. Thank you.

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After I all but devoured Donna’s magnificent tits, she asked if she could get at mine. And as it was for me with hers, it would be her first time.

Unfortunately with me having to be home by five, I reminded her that she wanted to make love to my pussy. In other words, we only had time for one or the other, but not both.

“I hate to have to choose between the two. And as much as I want to make love to your tits like you just did mine, it’ll have to wait until another time.”

With her on her back and me still straddling her on my knees… “Then let’s do this, Donna. Since I’m already on top of you, I’m going to turn around so I’m facing away from you. Then I’ll scoot backwards until my pussy is over your face. And even though we’ll be in a sixty-nine position, I’m not going to pleasure you as you do me. With it being your first time making love to someone’s pussy, there would be nothing worse than for you to be distracted by me going down on yours at the same time.”

She didn’t reply except to break out in a big smile. It was all I needed to see before I turned around and repositioned myself until my pussy was directly over her.

“Can you get at me okay, Donna?”

“Not only your pussy, but your asshole too. And what an adorable asshole you have, Lacey. I never thought I’d be saying that to anyone. But I never thought I’d ever be looking at someone’s intimate holes so up close and personal. And that someone would have such a pretty pussy and asshole.”

I knew full well what she was experiencing. I’ve never been a fan of the sixty-nine position to perform oral sex, but when it comes to viewing someone’s pussy and asshole, none is more erotic than the one Donna had. It can literally take your breath away. Especially with seeing my asshole for the first time straddling her as I was. And if my pussy was as wet and gaping as it felt, it had to be quite the sight too.

While I wasn’t expecting it, instead of going straight for my pussy, Donna began rubbing my anus with two fingers. Gingerly at first before she wet them with my pussy juice and rubbed it more intently. She even ran the tips of her nails inquisitively over and around my very pronounced anal ridges. It felt wonderful as she did, and sent what felt like electrical impulses straight to my clit and caused it to tingle.

Just when I was wondering what she was going to do next, she mumbled something that sounded like… “Here goes nothing”, and pulled me down towards her and licked my asshole.

Just a single straight up and down swipe of her tongue, after which she paused for a second before she began to explore it more eagerly along with my entire anal valley with long leisurely licks of her tongue.

Tentatively at first with it being her first time tonguing someone’s asshole. Then more aggressively as the inevitable kinkiness and enjoyment you get from licking another woman’s asshole began to consume her in ways she’s never expected. Along with me enjoying it just as much because of how energetic her licking became. Not forgetting the thrill I was getting from a “virgin” tongue licking my asshole for the first time.

Instinctively I reached back to spread my ass cheeks as wide as I could so she’d have better access to it.

As soon as I did, she stopped to ask… “Am I doing it right, Lacey?”

“There’s no wrong way when it comes to licking someone’s asshole, Donna. And so you’ll know, you couldn’t be doing it more perfectly. But if you’re uncomfortable with it for any reason, you can feel free to stop if you want to.”

“No way! I’m more than comfortable with it. I never thought I would be, and loving it as much as I am. But I want to be sure I’m doing it right and you’re enjoying it.”

“Just do what your little heart desires, and I can assure you I’ll enjoy it.”

With that said, she proceeded to lick it again, and even more energetically. And being the lover of anilingus that I am, I couldn’t have been enjoying it more. It felt heavenly along with hearing her moan softly as her lapping of my asshole became about as aggressive as anyone has ever licked it.

A sure sign she was enjoying her first time performing anilingus.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she began to probe my anal orifice with her tongue. Just the tip of it. And cautiously at first before I suddenly felt a good inch of her tongue slide into my ass.

And easily in one smooth motion with my asshole being as “conditioned” as it is. To say I have a very “accepting” asshole to something being inserted in it would be an understatement. Be it a finger, cock or a strap-on. Even someone’s Sahabet tongue as with Donna, in spite of it not being as stiff and rigid as the others.

Once she inserted her tongue as far as she could, she wiggled it around briefly before her tongue noticeably stiffened and she slowly began to tongue fuck it.

For someone who never performed anilingus before, she couldn’t have been tongue fucking it better. It couldn’t have felt nicer and it wasn’t long before my clit began to throb and a surge of love juice shot out my cunt and onto Donna’s chin and neck.

It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but as close as you could get as my whole body even shook slightly. Obviously it caught Donna’s attention, and she stopped tonguing me to ask… “Did you just cum Lacey?”

“Not quite Donna. And trust me when I say you’ll know when I do.” Then after taking a quick look at the clock radio… “Speaking of which, and in spite of how much I’m enjoying you tonguing my asshole. With it out of my ass, now would be a good time for you to pleasure my pussy until I do.”

“I’m sorry for getting side-tracked, but I couldn’t resist tonguing you asshole the way you did mine so nicely on the back patio. I just had to know what it was like from your end. I can’t believe how much I enjoyed it and wish I could make you cum like you did me.”

“You would very easily, but since we don’t have the luxury of time. I want you to experience orally pleasuring your first pussy while we can.”

“Will I have enough time to bring you to an orgasm?”

Knowing it was getting closer to five than I would like… “That’ll depend on you. But I doubt either one of us will be disappointed. Now enough with the chitter chatter. It’s time for you to put your mouth and tongue to work.”

She did, albeit somewhat timidly as she wasn’t quite sure where to start, or what to do first.

After settling on my long inner lips, she lovingly sucked them. Gingerly at first then more intently until both were throbbing. They had to be twice their normal length and thickness from how swollen they felt from her incessant sucking.

Just when I thought she was never going to stop, she parted them with her tongue to seek out my fuck hole.

As soon as her tongue found it, she inserted it as far as she could and swirled it around. Repeatedly as I’m sure she was relishing the incredible taste you get the first time you tongue someone’s cunt. Something I knew she would never forget from the first time I tasted someone else’s pussy nectar.

Finally after what seemed like an good five minutes of her licking the inside of my fuck hole she withdrew her tongue and began licking up and down my slit from my pee hole to my fuck hole. Slowly at first with very broad strokes of her tongue as though to savor the taste even more.

Her licking gradually became more intense with very firm up and down swipes of her tongue. And once again I could hear her moaning softly as she did. Along with her arms tightening around my thighs.

At that point I couldn’t help but recall the first time I went down on someone’s pussy. And how Maureen offered some words of encouragement with me being a newbie. With that in mind… “You’re doing good Donna. Damn good actually. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t think it was your first time eating pussy.”

After pausing, I decided to add a little dirty talk knowing how it can spur you along, as well as turn you on even more than you are from making oral love to someone… “You can eat me anytime you’re in the mood for some pussy, Donna. You’re a fucking natural when it comes to cunt lapping, and I’d gladly fuck your face morning, noon and night if you’d let me.”

After I paused again briefly… “Now don’t forget my clit. I’d like nothing more than your luscious lips wrapped around it while you suck it until I cum. And when I do, I can’t tell you how much I’m going to love cumming on your lovely face.”

She couldn’t seem to seek it out fast enough with her tongue, and as soon as she found it… “Oh my gawd, Lacey. What an incredible clit you have. It’s so damn big.” And then couldn’t get her lips around it fast enough.

As soon as they were, she began sucking it. Gently at first, and as long as my clit is, she instinctively swirled her tongue over and around it.

As for sucking it, she was like a baby with a pacifier that was long past its feeding time. And just as noisy. Plus she couldn’t have been tonguing it more perfectly if I was doing it myself. Between the two, along with how nice her nose felt buried in my slit, I thought it was going to burst from how aroused it got.

Once again I couldn’t help but talk dirty to her… “Fuck Donna, from the way you’re sucking my clit I bet you’re amazing when it comes to sucking cock.”

While she was well on her way to making me cum, I couldn’t resist the need for the one thing that pushes me over the edge when someone orally pleasures my cunt, and all but yelled… “Stick a finger in my asshole, Donna!”

She didn’t hesitate by inserting Sahabet Giriş what felt like her thumb in my butthole and began swirling it around inside my rectum. It was all I needed before my body stiffened, and my orgasm hit me like a tsunami rolling onto shore. A massive orgasmic wave slowly roiled through me accompanied by a long stream of ejaculate shooting out my cunt. And forcefully as I have ever squirted.

In spite of cumming and soaking Donna with my womanly ejaculate, she never stopped sucking my clit and thumbing my asshole. My orgasm barely had a chance to subside before I orgasmed a second time along with squirting again.

While my mouth opened to scream, nothing came out in spite of my brain and body screaming. And while I rarely pass out from an orgasm, I came close after having two gut-wrenching orgasms practically on top of each other.

Fortunately I didn’t with me straddling Donna as I was. But as soon as it dawned on me I still was, I realized I must have drowned her from squirting twice, and couldn’t get off her fast enough.

The second I did, she coughed and sputtered like you would when you accidentally ingest a mouth full of water when swimming.

When she finally stopped, she looked at me and said… “Well, you did say I would know when you orgasm. And did you ever. Why didn’t you tell me you were a squirter?”

After I apologized as profusely as I could for nearly drowning her… “Truth be known Donna. With you being a newbie like you are, I never thought you’d cause me to squirt. Let alone twice. I usually only do when the sex is especially intense, or skillfully induced. Needless to say, you surprised me beyond all my expectations.”

“Should I take that as a compliment then?”

“Very much so, and you can eat my pussy anytime. Just call me when you get the urge, and I’ll be here before you hang the phone up.”

After she laughed… “I’m serious Donna. I’ve had my clit sucked by some pretty talented ladies and you’re as good as any of them. I hate to think of how good you’ll be with more experience.” Then after checking the time real quick… “Now as much as I hate to say it, it’s past time for me to get my ass home.”

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The next day, Maureen called at her usual time every weekday.

After we got past the morning pleasantries… “So how was your visit with Donna yesterday?”

With Maureen and I as close as we are… “Pretty incredible. And for someone who never ate pussy before, she damn near killed me. I thought I died and went to Heaven the way she sucked my clit.”

“I know you were worried about how things were going to go between you two, but I didn’t think it would go that good for you.”

“I didn’t either, but she quickly put any fears I had to rest as soon as we were in the foyer with the door closed.”

After I gave Maureen a detailed rendition at her insistence of what took place, I finished with… “Now don’t you dare say what I think you are.”

“I can’t help but not to.”

I never let her… “I don’t want to hear it for the umpteenth time. Besides, you only have yourself to blame. I was a perfectly happy straight woman until you went down on me.”

“Who are you trying to kid. If I thought you were, and as much as I was attracted to you, I never would have approached you the way I did. Let alone attempt to go down on you. But you might as well have been walking around with a placard draped over your shoulders advertising you were bi-curious, and wanted someone to explore it with.”

I had to laugh… “Was it that obvious? And you never told me that before.”

“It was obvious to me or else I would have never done what I did. Then again, I’m bi-sexual as they come, so it was easy for me to sense it.”

“I’m learning it happens to a lot of women with how they become bi-curious when going through the change.”

“Many women seem to. And it seems to be mainly with those who didn’t experiment with girl-on-girl sex when they were younger.”

“All I can say is, it was better late than never. Not forgetting how thankful I am to have a husband as understanding about it as Jim.”

“Most married men are, while it’s usually not the case for women when it’s the other way around.” After she paused for a second… “Now I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m going to have to cancel our get-together today with the three of us. Seems my dear husband forgot to tell me until this morning that he needs me to meet him at the bank today to cosign for a loan to buy some new equipment for his landscaping business.

“But why do you have to be there?”

“Because I’m a co-owner of the business. Something he did after we married so I wouldn’t have to go through a big hassle if something unexpected happened to him.”

“There’s no harm done as far as me. After yesterday, I could use a day of rest. But Nancy won’t be happy. Do you want me to call her with the bad news, or are you going Sahabet Güncel Giriş to?”

“I’ll take care of it. And in case you forgot from getting your brains scrambled yesterday, we have a social planned for this Friday.

“I haven’t forgotten, Maureen. And I suppose I’ll be the one who does all the running around to get the food trays and liquid refreshments.”

“Naturally. Nothing’s changed as far as who does what from all the other ones we’ve had. Which reminds me, don’t forget to bring my strap-on with you.”

“I won’t.”

With that said, our call ended so she could call Nancy. As soon as it did, the phone rang again. It was Donna.

After I answered it… “Good morning Lacey, and how are you on this beautiful morning?”

After I looked out the kitchen window and saw it was still raining… “It may be beautiful there Donna, but it’s not here.”

“I don’t mean weatherwise, I’m referring to the mood I’m in.”

“With that being the case, I take it you’re not having any second thoughts about yesterday?”

“None at all. Quite the opposite. Why, did you think I would?”

“No, but I couldn’t be sure. You never know with someone who had sex like we did for the first time. Me going down on you on your back patio was one thing. But you going down on me is another. Especially with you performing both anilingus and cunnilingus. And even though you seemed like you couldn’t have enjoyed it more. You wouldn’t have been the first person to have ‘buyer’s remorse’ the next morning.”

“Well, I don’t. But I have one regret, and it’s the main reason I called. To tell you what a wonderful time I had, and what an amazing person you are. With you rushing to get home like you did, I didn’t have a chance before you left. You’ve always been special to me, but yesterday you were beyond special. With it being my first time with another woman, it couldn’t have been with a more caring and loving person. And the sex couldn’t have been more amazing. Something I won’t ever forget.”

“It was amazing for me too, Donna. I thought it would be with you, but not to the extent it was. I already told you yesterday, but it’s worth repeating. You surprised me beyond all my expectations and I hope it won’t be the last time.”

“It won’t if I have anything to say about it.”

After I smiled to myself… “Anything else you’d like to share with me about yesterday.”

“Yes there is. And that’s how much I enjoyed performing anilingus. I never thought I would and was wondering if it’s normal for someone to enjoy it like I did?”

“Very much so. I enjoy it beyond belief. Not only from being on the receiving end, but just as much from performing it.”

“It showed the way you did me on the back patio.”

“And so you’ll know, there isn’t a woman I’ve had sex with that didn’t hesitate to tongue my asshole. For some reason, when it comes to Sapphic sex, women can’t seem to get enough of each other’s assholes. So I think it’s safe to say, you’re as normal as they come.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how many other women have you been with?”

I had to think for a second… “Counting you, seven. Unless I’m forgetting someone.”

“Have you had sex with anyone else who belongs to our social group?”

“Without naming any names…one other than you and Maureen.”

“Besides you, Maureen and the one other person, are there others in our group who are bi-sexual?”

“Two for sure. While I have my suspicions about a couple more. Why the sudden curiosity about who’s bi-sexual?”

“Can’t help but be curious now.”

“I couldn’t help but be either at first. But take it from me, after a while you’ll develop a sixth sense as to who is, and who isn’t. And don’t be surprised at this Friday’s social if you find yourself looking at the other girls differently.”

“In what way?”

“I’m not going to say so you can experience it on your own. And in case you’re wondering, it has nothing to do with trying to figure out who is, or isn’t bi-sexual.”

“That’s what I thought you might be referring to.”

“It isn’t.”

“Will you tell me after the social?”

“I won’t need to. You’ll be saying something to me about it as soon as it dawns on you.”

“Now you really have me curious. I’ll be wondering about it for the rest of the week.”

“Friday is the day after tomorrow, so you won’t for long. Now is there anything else about yesterday you want to talk about?”

“Other than how wonderful it was, when can we get together again?”

“Coincidentally, I’ve been thinking the same thing. How about one day next week if you can manage it. And at my house. My husband will be away on a business trip most of the week.”

“You name the day, and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll let you know on Friday.”

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When Friday arrived, I spent the first part of the morning driving around town to pick-up the usual prepared food trays Maureen ordered, and an assortment of wines.

After Maureen and I carried everything from my SUV into her kitchen, we arranged things on the breakfast counter. Once Maureen was satisfied it was done to her liking, we made ourselves a cappuccino to relax with before the girls started arriving.

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Gentle Joe

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Amateur

Gentle Joe

The sweetest man I have ever known.

It was a Wednesday evening, and the restaurant was crowded as usual. If you had reservations, you could get your table without much delay, but for those unlucky walk-ins, it was almost an hour’s wait. So, my bar was pretty well slammed with those waiting for a table.

I did have a few empty stools at the bar, and I was pleased to see a familiar face approach and take a seat. “Gil,” I said as I wiped the bar in front of him and his apparent companion. “It’s good to see you.”

“Lauren,” he said as he and his friend made themselves as comfortable as one could on a barstool in a crowded bar. “I’d like you to meet Joe, an old and dear friend of mine.” Normally, when I see Gil in the bar, he is wearing a sports coat, slacks, and a dress shirt with an open collar–no tie. But tonight, both gentlemen were wearing tailored business suits with ties. I like a well-dressed man, and both Gil and his friend looked very sharp.

Reaching across the bar, I extended my hand to shake his. And as he reciprocated, his warm and dry hand clasped the cold, wet hand of a working bartender. “It’s nice to meet you, Joe,” I said with a friendly smile. “I would say I’ve heard so much about you–but I don’t think Gil has ever mentioned you before.”

It was a joke, of course. But as our hands released and retreated back to our respective sides of the bar, he didn’t crack a smile. I know you only get one chance to make a first impression, and I hoped that I hadn’t accidentally made a poor one. “Gil, I think I know what you would like. But Joe, what can I get for you?”

“Sure, Lauren,” Gil quickly responded. “I’ll have the usual.” The usual for Gil was an Old Fashion, and I knew how he liked them. Made with rye, not bourbon, on the dry side with a double shot of bitters. Then, an orange slice on the rim and two maraschino cherries on a skewer. Only he wanted the cherries blotted dry. I wouldn’t normally do this for the typical bar patron, but Gil was a very good customer and one of my little black book regulars.

I nodded my understanding and then turning quickly to his companion, asked, “And Joe, what about you?”

He hesitated briefly before softly replying, “I’ll have a Dewer’s on the rocks.”

As Joe’s was quicker to prepare, and he was Gil’s guest, I prepared his first. “Would you like a splash with that?” I asked as I set two highball glasses on the bar.

“No–just the rocks,” he responded. Dewars is a mid-shelf Scotch. It used to be very popular. But its popularity has slowly been surpassed by Johnny Walker. I’m not a Scotch drinker, so I don’t really have an opinion. However, I appreciate a drinker who drinks out of loyalty instead of following trends. Placing a bar napkin in front of Joe, I set his drink on it and quickly went to preparing Gil’s. I always mix it in front of him so he can observe me making it to his specifications, and he can watch me blot his cherries.

The two men clinked glasses and took a sip. But just then, I caught the glance of an impatient restaurant waitress standing at the server’s station. I looked over to the POS printer, and there was an order waiting for me. Talking to Gil and Joe, I guess I hadn’t heard it ding. Snapping the ticket from the printer, it was for two Chardonnays, which I quickly filled and placed on her tray. Without even a smile or a thank you, she slid the tray off the bar onto her hand, turned and was gone as unobtrusively as she had appeared.

Good riddance, I thought, and returned to Gil and Joe, who were friendlier and chatting with them would make the evening go by quicker. Plus, I had a sneaking suspicion that there was something they wanted to tell me.

“So, tell me, how do you two know each other?” I enquired.

Gil spoke first, as if he was waiting for the question. “Well, Joe, here is my attorney.”

“Gil. Are you in trouble with the law again?” I joked.

“No–no. Joe’s a business attorney. You know, contracts, business transactions, that sort of thing.”

I knew that, like I said, I was joking, and Gil at least got the joke. Poor Joe, however, just looked up briefly and gave an abbreviated smile. Clearly, he had something on his mind, and now I was curious as to why Gil brought him in to meet me.

The restaurant, as well as the bar, were busy, and I couldn’t stand and converse with them as I would have liked. I did have a bar back helping me, and he could handle beer orders. And there was a cocktail waitress working the tables in the bar, and she was competent to pour wine, as long as she didn’t have to open a new bottle. But the majority of the bartending duties were my responsibility, so on busy nights, Sahabet it kept me moving.

So, I was busy that night. But I was still able to get in a few brief conversations with Gil and Joe before their table was called. “Lauren,” Gil said during one of these respites. “Joe’s wife died several years ago….”

“Oh, Joe,” I’m so sorry,” I said as I looked him in the eye and laid my hand over his.

Joe didn’t say anything but nodded his acceptance of my expression of sympathy and mouthed a silent, ‘Thank you.’

I had to dash off to fill another order. Then, returning several minutes later, Gil said, “Lauren, Joe isn’t looking to start dating, and he’ll likely never remarry. But he still has needs.” Gil paused as he waited for my reaction. I knew what he meant. There wasn’t much to decode there. And when I didn’t say anything, Gil continued, “Lauren, I have told Joe what you do for me, and he’s interested in seeing if you could help him out as well. You know, like on a monthly or bi-monthly basis.”

I started to act all innocent–you know, tease them a bit. But looking over at Joe’s face and into his eyes, I realized it wasn’t time to joke. Joe was holding his drink with one hand, but taking the other in both of my hands, I quickly said, “Yes, Joe. Of course, I can help you.”

Gil had been an excellent black book client for over a year. And this was his first referral. So, if Joe was anywhere as sweet and generous as Gil, I knew he could become just as good for my bank account. And though Joe looked to be in his mid-sixties to Gil’s mid-forties, I still felt that any relationship could quickly become mutually beneficial.

Fearing I would be called away, back to my bartending duties at any moment, I quickly asked Joe, “Give me your phone.”

He paused for a second, but as I held my open hand out in front of him and wiggled my fingers, he soon reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cell phone. Quickly taking it from him, I searched for the contact button. His phone wasn’t an iPhone but an Android, so it took me a few seconds to find it. But once open, I hastily typed in my name and number. “There,” I said as I handed it back to him. “Lauren at Rocco’s and my cell number. Text me when you feel the need.” He took the phone, and staring at what I had just typed, I added, “No pressure, Joe, I don’t work at the bar on Mondays and Tuesdays, but text me whenever you feel that I might be able to help you.”

Joe nodded his understanding and slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket. Just then, I was called away to prepare another order. But when I returned, they were both standing with half-finished drinks in hand. “Lauren, our table is ready,” Gil said. “Give me the check so I can close our tab.”

“Gil, I can transfer it to your table.”

“No,” he insisted, “I want to close it out so I can tip you.” He already had his credit card out and was pushing it toward my hand.

I understood that, and turning to the POS terminal, I quickly closed his tab and ran his card. Then, returning the printed check to him, he promptly signed it and added a twenty-dollar gratuity, almost a 100% tip. Like I have said, Gil has always been very generous with me.

I didn’t include my last name when I entered my name and phone number in Joe’s phone. A girl still needs some privacy. But I also didn’t get Joe’s business card with his name and employer. And as Gil paid the bar tab, I wasn’t able to get a record of Joe’s credit card information. Both of these are standard precautions I take before agreeing to meet any gentleman for sex. However, I know and trust Gil, so I’ll just have to take other measures of due diligence, I told myself.

I hadn’t heard from Joe for at least ten days, and I had just about forgotten him when I received the following text. ‘Lauren, this is Joe. Gil introduced us ten days ago at your bar. I have been thinking about you, and I think I could use your help.’

‘Joe, it is nice to hear from you, and yes, I would love to help you any way I can,’ I immediately texted back.

I didn’t receive his reply for about twenty minutes. I felt that maybe he was getting cold feet again. But then he finally responded with, ‘Great Lauren. How about noon at my house on Monday? I think you said you had Monday’s off.’

Humm, there were two things here that had never occurred to me. First, though I generally don’t work during the day, I had never actually met a black book client during the daylight hours. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why. It had just never come up. The second thing was, and I agree this sounds weird also, I had never met a client at his home. Now, I assume that has to do with many (if Sahabet Giriş not all) of my clients are married. So, that would create a problem. Or, maybe they didn’t want to show me their home any more than I’m willing to invite a paying client into my home either. I guess it is just a matter of personal protection and privacy. But here it was; he wanted me to join him at his home and in broad daylight, no less.

Well, I had already been told he was a widower. So, there was no expectation of bumping into his wife or significant other. And to be honest, I was curious to see his house. Based on his suit, his age, and the fact that he was a lawyer, it was probably very nice. ‘Of course, Joe,’ I texted back. ‘Monday at noon works for me. What is your address?’

He quickly texted back his address, and I confirmed that we were all set. I should mention that neither one of us ever mentioned what services were being requested or fees he might expect, but that was common in this business. A wise provider would never discuss such matters in any recorded format–not in e-mails, texts, or phone calls that could be recorded. Things of this nature are only discussed one on one. So, this didn’t bother me. Besides, he was a friend of Gil’s, and that certainly gave me comfort.

Further, I now had his address. First, I Googled it, and it was very nice. It wasn’t Beverly Hills or Westwood, but it wasn’t far off. Then I switched to street view. Again, not bad. You couldn’t see the entire front of the house due to the landscaping, but you could see enough. It looked like your typical California Mid-century Contemporary, probably built in the sixties, which would make it about sixty years old. But it had been beautifully maintained and in a great neighborhood. So, I felt very relieved.

And as I had his street address, I could now look up the property owner on the Los Angeles County property tax website. Joseph P. I just don’t very often have an opportunity to do it. So, that really did intrigue me.

After my shift, while lying in bed, I finally couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I flipped open my laptop and Googled Cecilia A. Howard. There was her obituary from the Los Angeles Times. Yes, she had died a little over two years ago–probably from cancer. It didn’t say that outright, but in lieu of flowers, it listed the American Cancer Society as the family’s preferred charity. And was she ever stunning. I can see why Joe still misses her. The photo was probably thirty years old, but she was strikingly beautiful. And they had four kids together. All are grown, married, and have professional careers of their own.

So, with my due diligence complete and feeling much better about meeting him, I added our date to my calendar and fell asleep.

Monday morning, I was up early and had coffee with a couple of my housemates. As soon as they all left for work, I ran for the shower, washed my hair and diligently cleaned all my pits and holes. I slipped on a thong. Then what to wear? Considering that Joe was at least three decades older than me, and some of his kids were probably older than me as well, I decided to go conservative. Other than a thong underneath, I put on a business casual outfit–like you might wear to work at a law firm. A white blouse, a tan cropped jacket, and a dark green knee-length skirt. Light jewelry, light makeup, and of course, sensible shoes. In the event there was anyone at his house besides Joe, I would look like a paralegal from his office or any other young professional woman.

I left our rent house around nine that morning. Driving over to Brentwood, I stopped at a Starbucks about a mile from his house and nursed a frozen latte while I waited for our scheduled date. It would only take about ten minutes to drive the final mile, and I wanted to appear at his door at noon on the dot. Not a moment early or late. Be sweet, be flexible, and be on time. Even though I only did this part-time and only for men I already knew, I was fully aware of the Escort’s Mantra.

Ringing the doorbell to the house, I stepped back and took a deep breath. Like any first-time client, you never knew what to expect until after it was all done. And I’ll be honest, I was worried about Joe being an older man, as much as I was curious. What did he really want to do, and what was he capable of doing? I’d never even been with a man past his late forties, and I was about to get naked with a man likely on Medicare.

“Lauren,” Joe said with a big smile as the door swung open. “You didn’t have any trouble finding the house, did you?”

“Oh, no. Mr. Google knew exactly where you lived,” I joked as I stepped inside.

“Yes, of course. I forget Sahabet Güncel Giriş about Mr. Google,” Joe laughed. “There’s no telling what he knows.”

I wanted to say so badly, ‘Oh, you have no idea.’ But I kept that little secret to myself. Just then, I heard the mantel clock chime twelve noon. I was right on time, and everything seemed to be going fine.

“Can I get you a glass of wine or anything, Lauren?” Joe asked as I followed him toward the kitchen and family room area of the house.

“Sure,” I said. “As long as you are having one, too.”

“Well, it’s a little early in the day, but this is a special occasion. So sure, I’ll have one also.”

As we reached the kitchen, I realized that he had set out snacks, fresh fruit, and of course, two wine glasses. “Red or white?” he asked. There was a wine refrigerator to his left and an impressive wall of built-in wine racks behind him. The wine rack likely held his collection of reds, and the whites were safely chilling in the cooler. “I’ll take the white,” I said. “And you’re right, it is a special occasion, so let’s celebrate.”

With that, he pulled out a very nice Pinot Grigio, effortlessly removed the cork, and served us both a nice, healthy pour. We clinked glasses as he motioned for me to take one of the nearby bar-height chairs at the kitchen island, and then he took the chair beside me. After a sip of wine, Joe cut a piece of cheese from the snack tray and folded it over a cracker. He then nervously took a bite of his cheese-n-cracker appetizer, followed by a sip of wine. I dropped a green grape into my mouth and with a sip of cool wine, gently popped it with my teeth. The wine-grape combination was very sensual, and keeping my eyes locked to his, I fantasized about what else I could pop into my mouth and gently massage with my tongue until it exploded.

Interrupting my daydreaming, with a solemn look on his face, Joe said, “Lauren, as Gil told you, my wife died several years ago, and I have been at a loss ever since. I do not want to remarry or even date another woman. Because in my current state of mind, no one would ever be able to replace her.”

I nodded my understanding and placing my wine glass on the bar, I took his hand in mine. “I understand, Joe,” I said tenderly. “And if there is anything I can do, just let me know.”

“Well,” he began before taking another long sip of wine. “I still have needs. I need to feel the tenderness of a woman, the touch, the scent, the feel. I need the intimacy of another woman to help me get over my grief. But, at least for now, I’m not looking for another long-term partner.”

“Joe, I can help you with that,” I said as I squeezed his hand. I then took another long sip of wine myself before standing and saying, “Why don’t you show me the rest of your house?”

Of course, it was the bedroom I wanted to see, and I’m sure he understood that. For he took my hand and led me down toward the back of the house, he merely pointed out this and that, until we reached his bedroom. It was very nice. Probably twice the size of any bedroom I had ever seen, with sliding glass doors going out to the pool and a massive California King bed. Again, I was impressed, but I wasn’t here for the Homes & Gardens tour. I was here to see if I could help Joe with his problem.

Standing at the foot of his bed, I’m pretty sure he didn’t know what to do. And I was also on a little bit of shaky ground myself. I was not some whore he picked up on the street. I saw myself more in the light of a sex therapist. I was there to help Joe get over the grief of losing his wife and then back to being intimate with another woman. Joe may have been in his mid-sixties, but he was nowhere near the end of his life.

To break the ice, I suggested, “Joe… how about a shower?”

To which he agreed. Not so much in words, but with a genuine smile that slowly spread across his face and a gentle nod of his head. “Great,” I said, and with that, I started unbuttoning his shirt. He soon got the message that within a matter of minutes, we would both be naked, and he quickly took over his own undressing.

Realizing that he was on the right track, I stepped back and turned toward the bathroom. I dropped my jacket on a nearby chair, and once in his bathroom, I reached to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature. Wow, once again. The Master Bath was beautiful. There was a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two and a shower big enough for a basketball team. Honestly, I bet you could get five adults in there at the same time and still have room for the coach.

While the water was getting comfy, I began my own undressing by removing my shirt, bra, and skirt. All of which I carried back out into the bedroom to add to my jacket on the chair. That left me wearing nothing but my black thong and a smile. And to my pleasant surprise, Joe was in the same state of undress. He was down to his boxers and looking relaxed as well.

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A Summer Fantasy

Posted on Ağustos 29, 2024 by admin

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Bdsm

“Hey, Louise? Could you come down here?” the voice of Louise’s father beckoned, muffled by the closed bedroom door. “I need you to help me with something, it’s a bit urgent.”

“Sure, just give me a minute,” Louise called back, shooting off one last text in her group chat, dropping her phone onto the duvet.

Jumping from the edge of her bed, Louise quickly ran her hands across her blue and yellow summer dress, swaying from side to side to let the flared skirt whip across her pale thighs. She grabbed a turquoise hair band from the top of her cabinet and threaded it over her long golden hair, pulling it back to form a neat ponytail that tickled her back with every slight movement.

Louise Anderson was every parent’s dream child, beautiful and well-mannered, courteous to a fault. Beauty and charisma were married together for Louise, something that unsurprisingly made her the crème de la crème of the social pyramid for much of her school life. Though eager to attend the parties her friends threw on a near weekly basis, she was never a slouch when it came to her studies, always making sure to keep on top of things in an enviable display of balance.

But with her place at Notre Dame already secured, Louise fully intended to spend the final few weeks of high school kicking back, using what little time she had before college relaxing before the stresses of adulthood piled on. Despite her parents best attempts, Louise decided against joining her family’s real estate business by the time she finished college, instead opting for a career in law, with her sky blue eyes set on establishing herself in the city rather than her hometown.

Taking a quick glance in her circular ring light mirror, the eighteen year old added a layer of wet pink lip gloss, giving her reflection an affectionate kiss before darting from her bedroom, with her short skirt bouncing as she skipped down the stairs.

“Yes, daddy?” Louise asked, sweeping into the kitchen, spotting her father sat at the island, surrounded by small stacks of forms. Her younger sister, Rose, was in the middle of making herself a herbal smoothie, testing out yet another diet routine she had picked up from Instagram. Her father lowered his glasses and responded with a smile. “Sorry, I was just getting ready, my friends are picking me up later.”

“Going anywhere nice?” her father inquired, scratching his signature at the bottom of one of the forms, removing the top layer of carbonless paper. “The weather’s great for a day out, I know I wish I had the time to enjoy it. Alas, the world of real estate is continually in rotation, there’s always someone looking to sell their home and another inquiring about buying it.”

“Oh, nothing too fancy. We’re just heading off to the lake, we’re still trying to figure out what we’re going to do for the rest of summer,” Louise replied, though her evasiveness didn’t go unnoticed by her sister.

“That’s code for hooking up with someone on the football team, probably a quarterback,” Rose scoffed, sporadically tapping the switches on the blender, not stopping until the contents of the clear jar turned a mottled green colour. “Mary Stevens wouldn’t shut up about it during lunch last week.”

“I told you to stop spying on us!” Louise hissed, sending a dark glare at her sister, plastering an innocent expression on her angelic face when she turned back to her father. “Mary has a habit of throwing out half baked ideas like that, but they rarely ever happen.”

“Yeah, sure they don’t,” Rose countered sarcastically. “Just like how that post-game celebration at Mary’s house when her parents were away didn’t happen. Remind me, which member of the cheerleading squad had a pregnancy scare the week after that?”

“You’re a woman now, Louise. It’s not up to your mother and I to scold you for going off with boys, just as long as they don’t push it,” her father calmed her, stapling a set of papers together, sliding them into a transparent packet. “But before you head off, I need you to deliver this to Julius.”

“Julius? You mean Mr Chambers?” Louise asked, her anger at her sister was quickly replaced by a flutter in her stomach.

Julius Chambers was a gentleman in his late sixties, former principal at Louise’s high school, taking his well earned retirement just a few years beforehand. He and his late wife had been neighbours with Louise’s family since the day they moved into the neighbourhood, having spent the majority of their life in their well maintained home. It was an unusual experience for Louise, to see two different sides to Julius, from the strict disciplinarian at school to the warm figure she had known for her entire life.

The two families were regular features in each other’s homes, with the annual summer barbeques becoming a mainstay of the calender. But with the loss of Julius’s wife, the older man had become somewhat of a recluse, rarely leaving his home unless it was necessary. Louise’s parents did everything they could to pull him back out of his shell, but there was little they could do without Sahabet pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He improved over time, but never quite returned to his outgoing self.

“Yes, these are just some forms I need him to sign, just so we can officially put his home on the market,” her father informed her. “Prices are at an all time high, I want him to get the most he can before the bubble pops.”

“What?” Louise exclaimed, moving over to her father, craning her head to read the forms. Sure enough, she spotted the copies of the official papers and various registration of sale. “Mr Chambers is moving?”

“Yep. Once these are signed and sent off then we’ll put the wheels in motion,” her father said, though his reluctance was clear in his voice. “I’ll have to start the vetting process, a big place like that is going to attract every growing family in the county. I’m not looking forward to all the requests for viewings I’m going to have to sift through.”

“But Mr Chambers can’t leave,” Louise whispered, struggling to even imagine the neighbourhood without his constant presence. “Did he say why?”

“No, it felt like too much of a private matter, so I didn’t want to pry,” he sighed, lifting the packet towards Louise, finding a look of dismay on her beautiful face. “I thought you might be able to get the reason out of him, Julius has always been quite fond of you.”

“Yeah, and the feeling was mutual,” Rose smirked, finally satisfied with her concoction, pouring it into a clean glass. “Louise had a massive crush on Mr Chambers when he was still the principal, always giving him a doe-eyed look whenever his back was turned.”

“If you want that green gunk poured over your head then keep going,” Louise cautioned her sister, irked by the careless shrug she received.

“Girls, I’d prefer it if we could keep the kitchen in one piece before your mother comes back from work,” their father, waved the packet in front of Louise’s eyes, breaking the death stare the two shared. Regaining her attention, he pointed at various points on the from, highlighting the bold frames around the blank boxes. “I just need these filled in and the fee to file them. Are you alright with that?”

“Of course,” Louise, accepting the folder, hiding her simmering anger when her sister sent her off with a cheeky wave. “I’ll get it done.”

Saying her goodbyes to her father, Louise padded out of the kitchen and down the spacious hallway, stopping when she reached the foyer. She retrieved a pair of cork wedge heels from the shoe rack and slid her feet into them, loving the extra five inches they added to her frame. Unlocking the decorative front door, she smiled at the sight of the summer’s morning, watching as a light breeze swayed the branches of the trees lining the suburban street, sending the birds inhabiting it scattering.

Louise strode across the winding path of her front lawn and made it to the pristine sidewalk, growing more and more more nervous with each step she made, flicking her blue eyes up to the immaculate ivory facade of the Chambers’ family home. It was a familiar sight, but it felt strange to the blonde, unable to summon any memories of being at the home by herself, always accompanied by either her parents or sister. Nervousness hit her when she reached the path leading to the front porch, struggling to understand why she added a sexy sway to her hips as she closed the distance, climbing up to black lacquer door.

Rapping her knuckles against the door, Louise waited for a response. She wasn’t left waiting long before she picked up the thudding of footsteps on the opposite side, growing louder the closer they got. A set of clicks and the jingling sound of the chain being loosened could be heard, followed by the door swinging open, revealing the massive frame of the home’s owner.

“Louise? Is that you?” Julius Chambers asked, his baritone voice sent a tingle across Louise’s spine, his dazzling white smile was enough to make her swoon. “I almost didn’t recognise you in that outfit, it looks good on you.”

“You think so?” Louise smiled, containing her shakiness as she quickly posed on the spot to give the older man a view from the side. “Thank you, I just thought that my wardrobe needed a change.”

“It’s definitely a good change,” Julius chuckled, scanning his eyes across her body, which didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde. He stepped back and gave Louise an inviting wave, holding the door open for her. “Come in, come in, it’s so hot that I’m already starting to bake.”

Louise accepted the invitation gratefully, brushing past Julius, with their brief physical contact intensifying her making her almost weak at the knees. Waiting for Julius to shut the door, she followed behind as he led the way to his own kitchen, experiencing a wave of nostalgia as she glanced at the family photos lining the walls, some with the Chambers with their own kids, others featuring Louise’s own family. A particular sadness struck her when she found a grainy photo of Martha Chambers, likey Sahabet Giriş taken by her husband during the eighties.

“It’s been some time since I’ve seen you, Louise,” Julius pointed out, stepping over to his large chrome refrigerator, rattling around while Louis hopped onto a black padded stool sat next to the black marble counter top. “Would you like anything to drink? Orange juice? Bottled water?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Louise responded politely. She couldn’t help but allow her eyes to wander across Julius’s body as he busied himself, already in the middle of removing certain kitchen items and packing them away into cardboard boxes. Although he had suffered from the loss of his wife, Louise remarked over how his physique hadn’t changed one bit, his broad chest chest and muscular chest were still as pronounced as ever, straining against his stylish white polo shirt. Even his beige slacks did little to conceal his muscular legs. “So you’re really leaving then?”

“Afraid so, packing up and moving onto greener pastures,” Julius smiled, noticing the brief look of dismay that appeared and faded on Louise’s face. “I take it that you’ve only just found out?”

“Yeah, dad wanted me to bring these over for you,” Louise placed the the transparent packet on the counter, opening it up to lay out the forms in need of completion. “I still can’t believe it, the neighbourhood just wouldn’t feel the same without you. Where are you going to go?”

“Florida, some of our kids moved out there a while ago, it’ll be nice to spend some time with the grandkids,” Julius answered as he joined Louise, clicking his pen when he took the seat beside her. “Plus, I’ve heard that the state has a lot of women who dig men of my age.”

“Does it?” Louise laughed, appreciating Julius’s attempt to lighten her mood, melting when he flashed his all too familiar grin before scribbling his signature in the outlined spaces. “Well, there are more than a few women here who are still interested in you. I almost attacked Rose when she brought up the crush I had on yo… I mean. Oh God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“That’s alright, Louise, I’m used to it,” Julius grinned, comforting her with a pat of her milky thigh, an innocent act that caused Louise to grow wet in an instant, dampening her lace thong enough to make her shift uncomfortably on the stool. “I think I’ve been a point of infatuation for a lot of girls over the years, Martha used to tease me about it all the time. But I never realised that you did, I always thought you were more of a football player sort of girl.”

“I used to be,” Louise let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes when she felt Julius’s hand settle upon her upper thigh, listing close to the hem of her skirt as he distracted himself with the finer details of the contracts. “Until you realise that there isn’t much going on in their heads other than cars, football, and their next lay, none of which makes for good conversation. But you were always so intelligent, there wasn’t a subject you didn’t have at least some knowledge of, and the other girls always made the occasional comment about your body. Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I wouldn’t spend so much time keeping in shape if I wasn’t at least fishing for compliments. Just glad to know I had some fans. What about you, did you ever feel the same way?” Julius asked, reaching the final pair of boxes, filling them with a flourish of his wrist.

“I did. Well, I still do,” Louise’s voice tapered off to a whisper, letting her blue eyes fall to observe the dark hand resting on her thigh, almost wishing that it would move a little further. “I guess I always have, I was just one of the few who got to see what you were like outside of school. It always amazed me how you could switch from being so strict to being so kind and friendly.”

“Comes with the territory,” Julius winked, returning the paper back into the packet, connecting his dark eyes with Louise’s. “It’s a trick you have to pick up fast when you become a teacher, having to be both a friend and a tyrant. But never mind that, I heard you got into Notre Dame.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Louise’s golden ponytail bounded as she nodded her head, fighting to clear her mind of the thoughts clouding her mind. “I got the acceptance letter yesterday, mom was practically bawling. I’m not sure whether it was out of pride or the fact that I’ll officially be leaving home.”

“Believe me, it’s pride. I knew you had it in you, you were one of the quickest learners I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching,” he said with complete honesty. “I imagine you’ll be spending the rest of the summer with your friends? Are there any boys you want to get to know before heading off?”

“Well, there is one,” Louise breathed, losing herself in Julius’s dark, swirling eyes, daring to take a risk by placing her hand upon Julius’s, biting her lip as she waited for his response. “And I’ve had my eye on him for longer than I can remember.”

“Louise,” Julius emitted a small sigh, leaving the blonde to wonder Sahabet Güncel Giriş if she had pushed him too far. “I’m old enough to be your grandfather. You should be thinking about the boys at school, or the ones that you’ll meet at college.”

“Why? I can’t stand most of the boys my age, they can barely keep their minds focused on something for longer than five minutes. But I can’t remember a time where I haven’t been attracted to you, I can’t stop it,” Louise confessed, squeezing Julius’s hand lightly when he tried to lift it away. “I know it sounds childish. But you’re moving to the other side of the country, we might never see each other again. I couldn’t let you leave without telling you.”

“It’s a crush, Louise, it’s just a natural part of growing up. But it’ll fade by the time you go to college, you’ll be too busy fending off the boys there to think about me,” Julius continued, but his words did nothing to change Louise’s mind.

“But we could at least try?” Louise pleaded, tugging Julius’s hand, feeling her body trembling when his fingertips moved beneath the hem of her skirt. She leaned in, sweeping her tongue over her sensuous lips. “Please, I want to be with you, even if it’s just this once. No-one would have to know. I’ve spent so long fantasising about you taking me to bed, now I might have a chance of making that a reality.”

“You’re taking a big risk here, Louise,” Julius warned, moving in, sliding his hand further beneath the skirt without Louise’s guidance. “I’ve been known to leave a lasting impression on the women I’ve been with.”

“That’s exactly what I want, Mr Chambers,” Louise closed her eyes and smiled, her lips barely an inch away from his. “I don’t want someone who can barely make it more than three minutes before finishing, I want a man who can do things to my body that no-one else can.”

“I have a feeling you’re not going to let this go. And you can call me Julius,” he corrected, kneading Louise’s soft thigh, finally bringing his lips to hers.

It was just as good as Louise had imagined, sending her heart racing until it pounded in her chest. They started slowly, giving her time to cope before their kissing grew intense, with Julius eventually feeding his tongue past her wet lips. Louise happily granted his entry, making a clumsy attempt to meet his swirling tongue with hers, struggling to keep up with his obvious experience. Low moans rolled deep in her throat, growing more and more audible the quicker their lips crashed, culminating in staggered huffs when Julius’s hand crawled along her thigh, pressing his digits against the base of her thong.

“Hmmmff, just there,” Louise shifted on the stool by an inch, forcing herself against his twitching fingers, crashing her lips fast enough for her to lose her breath. “I need this! I need you, Julius!”

“I know you do,” Julius’s deep voice rumbled in Louise’s throat, along with the throaty chuckle that accompanied his fingers as they pushed the slip of her thong to the side, plunging into her drenched pussy. “I’ll try to go slow for you, but I can’t promise anything. I’m afraid you’re just going to have to learn as we go.”

“Like you said, I’ve always been a quick learner,” Louise said, feeling Julius relinquish his hold of her lips in favour of kissing the length of her pale neck, tilting her head to the side as he travelled down to her collar.

Louise parted her legs as far as the stool would allow her, rocking against Julius’s pumping fingers with enough force to cause the feet of the stool lift threateningly. She could hear the wet slapping of Julius’s fingers, becoming more audible as the speed of his hand gradually increased. To her disbelief, she was hit by a sudden, near explosive orgasm, her legs shook violently as Julius persisted in his vigorous plundering of her warm tunnel.

“Oh my God!” Louise squealed, grabbing Julius’s arm, stabilising herself as the tremors came one after the other, giving him a pleading look as his fingers kept thrusting. “Julius! I… I can’t take it!”

“But didn’t it feel so good?” Julius asked, with a self assured tone that made it clear that he already knew the answer. He withdrew his fingers when he saw Louise’s eyes starting to flutter, letting her stool settle back on its rubber feet before it could topple over. “Has anyone made you feel that way before?”

“Never!” Louise wheezed, gripping onto the edge of the counter, suddenly noticing the fluids leaking down the chrome legs of her stool, filling her with embarrassment. “I couldn’t control myself, I could barely feel my own body.”

“And what do you feel like doing now?” Julius inquired, resting an arm across the counter.

“I know exactly what I feel like doing,” Louise pushed away from the stool, sinking to her knees on front of Julius.

Looking up at him, Louise reached over to the brass zipper running along his groin. Spying the outline of his cock pressing against the thigh of his slacks, Louise gripped the metal tab, eager to free it from its confinement. It took a couple of attempts to draw the tap over the cylindrical swell, but Louise soon found success, holding her breath when she slid her fingers through the void. The breath left her body entirely when she curled her fingers around the steaming hot shaft, awed by the she sheer thickness of it.

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“Danny, can you check on 1301? She’s complaining about the curtain rod for the shower, and I’ve got a hundred other calls today.”

“Sure, dad.”

“Thanks, I owe you.”

I laughed and said, “That’s like a couple dozen now.”

“I know. I appreciate it. I’ll order your favorite pizza tonight.”

“Sounds good,” I told him.

I made my way to the elevator and hit the button to call the lift. Once it arrived, I smashed the

3 button, wondering, not for the first time, why the people who built this place didn’t skip from 12 to 14 like every other building I knew about.

I stepped off of the elevator and headed to the end of the hall. Apartment

would have a lovely view of the building across the alley… Shit choice, if you asked me, but our building was just one more in a forest of structures this size, so nobody had a view that looked like any of the postcards of the city.

I knocked on the door and waited. I stood a little straighter as I heard footsteps coming. “Fuck,” I thought, not for the first time, “these walls are paper thin!”

The door opened to reveal a tall, fit, brunette – with wet hair – wearing only a towel – which barely contained her good parts.

“Ms. Petrova?”

“Hi, uh, is it Danny?”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing…?”

“My dad’s the super. He’s busy. He said you had a problem with a rod… a… uh… shower rod?”

Her smile – at my verbal fumbling – reminded me of why I had memorized her name the first time I’d seen her at school. She was a fucking goddess, and her smile made your heart hum.

She taught AP English, and I wasn’t planning to go to college, so I hadn’t taken her class. I had considered it – just to sit and stare at her during lectures – but there were other subjects that were more useful to my chosen career path – so those were the ones I’d taken.

My locker was close to her room and that gave me a couple chances a day to visually devour her exquisite form. More than a few of the soiled tissues that had ended up in the wastebasket in my room had been caused by thoughts of what I would love to do to her amazing body.

I don’t know how long I stood there – mouth hanging open like a goldfish – but she waited until my eyes got back to her face again before replying.

“I appreciate you taking a look at it. The left side keeps losing its grip on the wall and falling – usually when I’m in the middle of a shower.”

My brain immediately pictured her the way I had – just the night before – in my fantasy – completely and gloriously naked. I wondered how close my mental picture was to the real deal. I think she caught my glance as I passed her, headed towards the bathroom.

All of the single apartments were the same layout – so I knew right where I was going. I did not, however, expect to find a set of sexy black lingerie laying on the bathroom counter – waiting to be put on – under her regular clothes.

She ran into me as I stood, flummoxed, in the doorway, staring at her lacy bra and panty set.

“Oh!” she gasped, rebounding off of me. Then her eyes fell upon the problem. “Oops! Sorry about that!”

I stammered out something unintelligible and tried really hard to get my brain focused on the shower-rod before the lump in my trousers became a point of conversation.

I picked up the fallen curtain and set the rod into place, showering myself in droplets of water from the wet plastic sheet. The rod wouldn’t stay put. I twisted the two halves – to see if I could get more tension from it – and tried it again. It stayed in place that time.

“Look only at her eyes,” I told myself before turning to face her.

“I’ve extended it as much as it’ll go. I’m hoping that will be enough. If it still causes problems, just call and dad will order you a new one. I think it’s probably getting old and the tension’s not what it used to be. Sorry it’s causing you problems.”

“I appreciate the quick response,” she said.

“Yeah. I can’t do lots of things, but I can handle the basics – so – when dad’s busy – he sometimes asks me to handle the easier stuff – or at least determine what the situation is.”

“You planning to work for him when you graduate? Aren’t you a senior?”

I briefly wondered how she knew what grade I was in but said, “He always seems to complain that he needs more workers. I kind of like doing this stuff so, yeah, that was my plan when I graduate.”

“Is that why you didn’t take my class?” she asked. “Not planning to go to college?”

I’m not sure why I looked embarrassed, but I shrugged and blushed as I said, “I really wanted to take your class, but it didn’t make much sense since I wasn’t going to college.”

“Why did you want to take my class then?” she asked, seeming genuinely curious.

“Fuck!” I thought. “My mouth’s getting me into trouble again. Dad always says, ‘Own it.’ What could it hurt?”

“Honestly, Ms. Petrova? You’re hot as fuck and I just wanted to sit in your class and stare at you.”

Her jaw dropped.

I shuffled from foot to foot, waiting to be yelled Sahabet at or told to leave.

Her eyes went from my own, traveling down my body, slowing at my waist, before descending to my feet.

“How old are you, Danny?”

“18,” I replied.

“Could you do me a favor?”

“Yes.”

“Could you wait here, while I finish my shower, to be sure that this rod stays in place? Just so that – you know – you don’t have to make another trip back here if there’s still a problem?”

“Sure,” I said, relieved that she hadn’t screamed at me.

“Hold this,” she said, smiling, handing me her towel, before facing me – exposing her luscious body fully to my hungry eyes. She stepped into the tub, slid the curtain into place, and turned on the water.

God. Fucking. Damn! I was still trying to reevaluate what I had seen but I was pretty sure that she was even more gorgeous than I’d imagined. The curtain rod might be having problems staying in place but the rod in my pants was stiff enough to hold up two or three shower curtains.

I caught her peeking around the corner of the drape. She spotted my stiffy and giggled before going back to her shower.

I imagined her rubbing her hands over her naked body – the foamy soap obscuring her tantalizing bits – her fingers working the soap into a lather as they glided over her silky skin – the steamy water rinsing away the soap to reveal her glorious form.

I failed to hear the water turning off – or the curtain opening. I also failed to notice her standing there, staring at me, sporting a huge woody, as I daydreamed about what was happening on the other side of that curtain.

I looked up to see her smiling.

I started to hand her the towel and she raised her arms into the air and struck a pose before saying, “Did I get all of the soap off?”

My eyes slid down her body, devouring the visual buffet.

Somehow, there was a dollop of soap-foam just under the nipple of her right breast.

“There’s uh…” I pointed.

She looked down and said, “Hmm. I guess I can’t see it. Could you, uh, get it for me?”

My eyes shot up to hers. She was playing me – but I was enjoying the game – and she’d just slid all her chips into the middle of the table.

“Are you sure I should do that?”

She smiled. The heavens opened and a beam of golden light lit her visage. “Please.”

I reached – so slowly – waiting for her to stop me – but praying she wouldn’t.

She remained perfectly still as I collected the foamy bubble with my finger. I reached down and wiped it on the leg of my blue jeans – which drew her eyes to my tented pants.

“I’m not sure how I missed that,” she said, grinning lustily. “Maybe there’s more I missed. Could you feel around and check?”

A lump the size of a bowling ball appeared in my throat. I finally swallowed it down.

“You want me to check?”

“With your hand. Please?”

I cupped her breast in my hand.

“All around.”

I groped her, my fingers working over every bit of the tender flesh.

“The other?”

I left the first hand in place and set my other hand to work on the other breast. She let me “check” for a couple minutes.

“I think you’re good,” I said, finally finishing my very thorough inspection.

“Thanks. Could you hand me my bra?”

I did – and then stood there watching her as she gave me a reverse striptease. It was slow and sensual – but she was putting clothes on instead of taking them off.

“The panties?”

I handed them over – and got a good look at the pink between her labia as she worked them into place.

The heart-shaped bit of pubic-hair above her slit was well groomed.

I finally looked back at her face, and she was smiling.

“I need to get going. Do you think you could have your dad order a new curtain rod? Since you already know the situation, it would help me a lot if you were the one to bring it back to replace it.”

My brain stuttered over the implied request for me to come back – the excuse to be alone with her again. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll tell dad this one’s failing. It may take a week or so.”

“That would be perfect.”

I made my way to the front door. I stepped out and turned to face her in the open doorway.

“I look forward to your next visit, Danny. I’m positive you can get that rod put right where it needs to be.” She winked and closed the door.

I headed home to jerk off.

~~~

I left my dad a note on the kitchen counter, grabbed a Pop Tart, and headed out the door. He’d find the note whenever he got back from whatever emergencies he was working on.

It was just him and me now. Mom had passed away during my sophomore year. She’d been sick for a while. She was in a better place; dad and I weren’t – but we were adjusting – slowly.

I caught the city bus to school, putting on my headphones to block out the other passengers.

As I walked into the building, I thought about my morning so far. The image of Ms. Petrova’s naked body hovered at the forefront of my mind as I approached Sahabet Giriş the doorway to her room. Just as I got there, she stepped out, saw me, and smiled.

Once I’d retrieved my things for the first half of the school day and headed back past her, she called out, “Glad you got to see me, Danny.”

I looked back to see her wink.

“Me too,” I said, blushing a little as I grinned – before turning to head on my way.

I noticed a student quirk an eyebrow at our odd exchange but ignored them, trying to focus on not focusing on that image once more. I mostly succeeded.

Accounting class consisted of more practice – working on journal entries. I spent most of that time wondering how long it would take dad to get that shower rod ordered.

~~~

As I dropped off my things to head to lunch, I expected her to be standing in her doorway once more but was disappointed when she wasn’t. I dropped off my stuff, closed the locker door, and jumped. She was standing there.

“Danny?”

“Yes, Ms. Petrova?”

“One of the drawers in my desk is stuck. After school, could you stop by and take a look at it for me?”

“I can look now, if you’d like,” I said.

“No, that’s fine – after school would work better for me. I need to go take care of something right now.”

~~~

I spent the rest of the day looking forward to seeing Ms. Petrova again.

When I walked into her room, she held up a finger as she answered a question for the sole person remaining from the last period. Once they were gone, she asked, “Could I get your number?”

I rattled it off and she entered it into her phone. A couple seconds later, I got a text message that said, “Please store the number as ‘Nadia’ (no last name; just in case).”

I looked up, nodded, and saved the contact.

“I assume you would be okay with me sending you some texts or… uh… pictures?”

I swallowed down another bowling ball and said, “Sure.”

“I would appreciate it if you’d let me know when you have a ROD that’s ready for me. You can call or text anytime. I’ll be sure to make myself AVAILABLE whenever you need me. Okay?”

I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be interpreting her words the way I thought she was saying them.

All doubt flew out the window with her next statement: “I really would like to have you bring your ROD by tonight – so I can see if it fits. Do you think that would be okay? I’ll fix you breakfast in the morning to make up for ruining your night.”

“I was going to have pizza with my dad but I’ll…”

“Eat with your dad. Stop by the apartment afterwards. I’ll be waiting – wearing that one outfit of mine that you’ve seen before.”

She giggled as my eyes widened.

Yeah, she was totally saying what I thought she was saying.

“Okay, then, I’ll… uh… see you later,” I said – before turning and walking straight into the wall.

She covered her mouth and snickered as I stumbled over to the doorway. Once I successfully made it to the hall, I walked to my locker, threw everything I was holding inside, and headed for the bus stop.

~~~

Dad came through on the pizza.

“What’s got you so distracted,” he asked, as we ate. “You haven’t said a word.”

“I… uh… I told a friend I might stay over and play games,” I said, trying to imagine what he’d say if I told him that I planned to meet one of the teachers from school and engage in some extra-curricular activities.

“Oh, cool. You need the car?”

“No, no. They live close. Just around the corner.”

“Okay, watch yourself on the street,” he cautioned.

“Yeah, I’ll be careful,” I said. I wondered if I was heading into more trouble than I could handle – but there was no way that I was NOT going to her apartment.

~~~

I packed an overnight bag, checked to make sure I had my key, and told him goodnight as I let myself out of the door.

I knocked on 1301 and held my breath as I waited. When I heard her footsteps, my heart started racing.

The door opened and Ms. Petrova leaned around it to look down the hallway, behind me, before inviting me inside her home. Her body was hidden behind the door. When the door closed, I found that she was – indeed – wearing the bra & panty set that she had promised.

She smiled as she watched my eyes focus on the two parts of her body that were nestled within the tight lacy clothing.

“So… ground rules,” she said.

I focused on her face.

“No talking about Fight Club.”

I nodded. I’d seen the movie. I would have smiled at the reference, but my dick was currently trying to poke its way through the front of my pants. I was intent on not missing any of the rules for Fight Club.

“My last boyfriend said I was too controlling. That was six months ago. Spring semester is always chaotic, and I’ve been busy with things at… uh… work… and haven’t tracked down a new partner.”

I nodded once more.

“Are you interested in something more than a student-teacher relationship?” she asked, glancing Sahabet Güncel Giriş at my obvious hard-on.

I coughed, trying to clear my throat, and said, “Yes.”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

“I enjoyed talking to you this morning and would like to get to know you a little better – but – I’m also seriously horny. Would it be okay if we jumped past the first couple of dates where we just hold hands and talk – and escalate things a bit?”

I nodded.

“Quite a bit?”

I smiled and nodded again.

“Can I see it?”

It seemed weird to me to just throw my pants to the floor, so I started with the rest of my clothes. I stepped out of my shoes. I took off my hoodie – and then my shirt. She stepped into my personal space and ran her palms over my chest, giving me a peck on the lips. She stepped back.

I pulled my pants down, struggling to get them over my stiffy, and stepped out of them, watching her eyes.

“Fucking, tease,” she growled, smiling, before licking her lips.

I looked, pointedly, at her bra.

“You’ve already seen them,” she said, laughing.

“I have short-term memory loss,” I said, smiling back.

She laughed – but peeled her bra off – throwing it onto my pile of clothes.

“God. Damn!” I moaned.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, looked up, into my eyes, and slid the waistband of my BVDs over my prick and then down my legs. She leaned over to slip them off of my feet and brushed her cheek against my cock as she removed them. When I lifted the other foot, my cock brushed against the other side of her face as she leaned in.

I moaned.

“Oh, what’s this?” she asked, pretending like she’d just discovered that my penis was next to her face.

She took my prick into her hand. Her other hand grabbed my ass-cheek – to hold me in place – as she shucked my corn and shoved it into her mouth and nudged it into the entrance to her throat.

I moaned and growled at the same time.

“Enough foreplay,” she announced, “standing to her feet. Let’s see if it fits. I think it might be a little TIGHT, but we’ll see what we can do.”

She headed towards her bedroom, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was following her.

I most definitely was.

~~~

She threw back the covers, lay in the center of the bed. Her legs were spread but her lacy black panties were blocking the gates to Heaven.

I knelt between her ankles and nibbled and licked my way to her panty-covered pussy. She moaned as I teased her. I licked along both sides of the lacy covering – inhaling her musky scent. It was sweet, like honey, with a little smokey fire. I reached to pull the panties to the side and she put her hand on my forehead.

“As much as I’m enjoying this – and am interested to test your… uh… linguistic abilities, I really do need a cock inside of me. I should be pretty quick. If you happen to be quicker, don’t worry. We’ll have a couple chances to try again before I’ll be ready to cuddle and sleep.”

She closed her legs, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and peeled them up – and off – of her legs.

“Rub the head of that beast back and forth across my cunt-hole – so I know you’re heading for the right place – and then let’s get down to business.”

I crawled in between her knees, took my prick in-hand, and eased it between her labia – near the bottom. I plied it back and forth across her entrance a couple of times and she moaned.

Her arms and legs wrapped around me at the same time, and I found myself laying on top of her, buried to the hilt inside of her gripping pussy.

“Fuck! Yes!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me!”

Her arms and legs loosened, and I started sliding my cock in and out of her. Her vagina was unlike any I had fucked before. She knew what she was doing – and what she wanted – and I was quickly in over my head. (Literally and figuratively.)

I was in trouble. Her face – straining for the release I offered – made it harder for me to hold on. I gritted my teeth and tried to keep the pace. I was faltering.

“A little more…” she moaned.

Her fingernails were digging into my forearms. I tried to focus my mind on the pain – and not on the exquisite job her pussy was doing of milking my prick.

I failed.

I buried myself deep and started pumping my load into the gorgeous teacher beneath me.

“Oh!” she said, when she felt my molten offering.

She rolled us, pressing me into the bed as she ground her pussy back and forth across my sperm-spewing prick.

Her movements where jerky but intense and she moaned loudly as she tumbled into an orgasm just as the last of my spend left my penis.

Her arms, legs, and mouth wrapped around me. Her kiss was intense and celebratory.

She rolled us again and I started to climb off.

“No! I want to feel you pressing me into the mattress,” she said. “I want to feel the weight of your body on top of me. Hold me.”

She held my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly.

“I don’t know if you realize this, but you have a serious amount of control over me right now – and I’m not talking about physically. You could get me into a lot of trouble. I admit that I’ve mostly been thinking with my pussy all day – but some part of my brain told me that you wouldn’t take advantage of me.”

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Lori’s New Adventure Pt. 03

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Alone and naked, Lori walked on into the night. With light from her cell phone, she studied the map Kimani had given her, carefully noting the landmarks. After three hours, she stopped to rest a few minutes and sipped some tea, then pressed on. She stopped again around midnight, having an urgency to pee, and squatted in some brush to relieve herself. Feeling much better, she sat on an old fallen log, munching a peanut butter sandwich. Finishing that, she had some tea and downed a banana, wishing that her mouth was full of cock instead of banana. Kimani said it was a day’s journey by foot, she hoped that meant twelve hours. Sigh, at least six more hours to walk. Hopefully she would reach the citadel by dawn.

She had been too long without cock. Tired as she was, between her legs she felt the tingling itch of sexual desire and needed some relief. Rummaging in her knapsack, she found the dildo she had packed. She leaned back, opened her thighs wide, and pushed the dildo deep into her vagina, then stroked it in and out gently, pressing it to her clitoris, until she jerked and spasmed as the waves of pain and pleasure of an intense orgasm rippled through her, With nobody around to hear, she moaned loudly, “Ah, ah, ah, nnngh, ngaaaaaaaaaaah! Eeeoooooh!” She arched her back and shuddered with the exquisite release of climax, “Fuck! Onnnngh! Mmmmm, aaaaaaaah!”

Rain clouds were approaching. Satiated and exhausted, she stretched out under the shelter of a great old tree only to relax a few minutes, but quickly fell into a deep sleep.

A very wet dream…

In her dream, images of all her loved ones danced in a blue-green mist. She knelt, naked, as all the men and women she had known carnally stood naked in a tight circle around her. She had her hands full, moving from person to person, fellating the men and licking the vulvae of the women, until she had swallowed some cum of each man and some juice of each woman. She brought them all to the brink of climax, then smiled as they all chanted her name while the men simultaneously jacked off, splattering huge wads of hot thick semen on her face and body. Her nipples were rock-hard and burning hot. She rubbed semen on them to cool them. Rod the Prod lay down, his eleven inch cock pointing straight up and she sat on him cowgirl, taking his huge cock fully into her vagina, pumping and smashing her clitoris hard. “Omigod, I’m cumming hard! Oww! Unngh!” As she climaxed her dad fucked her brutally from behind,ranting as he jammed his sizeable cock deep into her ass, “Take that, my lovely cumslut daughter! Do you like it, you slimy cocksucker, is it in deep enough, you pig-fucking slut?”

“Yes daddy, I love my daddy’s sweet cock! Thanks for fucking me, but please fuck me HARD, daddy!” she pouted.

The men took turns, ejaculating deep in her throat. Her vagina and rectum overflowed with hot cum as a huge mass of spunk oozed into her belly. Lori’s mom and Marty sucked her nipples hungrily while Carlita and Tina peed on her navel and bush, and she loved every second of it.

“Omigod Lori honey, your tits are just wonderful and almost as big as mine! And your milk is dee, but it could use a little spike of anisette,” her mom said. Marty smiled, “Holy fuck! You really do have damn good milk, you skank cumsucking bitch,” licking her lips.

When every man had emptied his balls into Lori, Kimani smiled, “Now let us rinse off that nasty hot spunk, pretty lady,” and everyone encircled and peed on her. Her vagina and ass and breasts were hot and tingling as she delighted in the warm golden liquid washing over her, even opening her mouth and drinking much of it. Dave stepped up to her and held her head as he emptied his bladder into her throat, “Drink up, whore, I have lots more for you too!” Her belly was bloated with a mixture of warm pee and hot cum. She was on the verge of another strong orgasm, wishing this dream would never end. But when some pee rained on her face feeling strangely cool, she knew sadly that she was waking up…

A light rain had begun, feeling deliciously cool on her hot naked body. She rolled close to the massive tree trunk, seeking the cover of its canopy of giant leaves, and slept again. Soon she woke to a gentle tugging on her arm. She looked up to see a man and woman kneeling over her. They were about her age and handsome, with copper-brown skin that gleamed in the moonlight. Around the man’s neck was a stout gold chain and crucifix. He wore only a knapsack and a skimpy tarzan flap which did little to conceal his huge cock and scrotum. The woman wore nothing, save for her knapsack. Her breasts were plump and perky with bright purplish nipples that glowed in the moonlight. Between her breasts dangled a crucifix and a Saint Christopher on a silver chain.

The man spoke first, “Pretty miss, mi so sorry to wake yuh, but yuh alright? It be strange to see pretty lady in these woods alone at night. We can help yuh?”

“Mi okay, thank you, just resting. I am making my way to the citadel. Mi Lori,” as she stood up.

“Ah, Sahabet I am Jamar, this my wife Linda. Yuh a student at citadel?”

“Not yet, but I hope to be. I was directed here by Kimani.”

“Ah! Kimani wa Karanga? He was also our mentor! But yuh not Jamaican?” Jamar said.

“No, mi from United States, of Italian descent, but I seek to become Jamaican, and learn the ways of Obeah. I would even change the color of my skin, if I could. I love the color of your skin!”

“Oh, but your fair skin is so beautiful, Lori. And your breasts so beautifully formed and full! Uhm, are you with milk?” Linda said.

“Yes, I recently had a baby, Kyle. He is four months, and is with his father Kimani, and Shan.”

“Oh that is so wonderful! Linda said. She whispered briefly to Jamar, he smiled and nodded, then she continued, “Jamar and I were visiting friends in Ocho Rios and we now return to the citadel, where we live. You are most welcome to stay with us. We can help you with your studies, and maybe you teach me how to cook pasta! We have plenty of room, and it would be so fun to have threesomes! Um, I assume you like to fuck, don’t you? Here is your chance to fuck a three-balled man! So please, you will accept our offer?” Lori noticed that Linda’s nipples were now fully erect, as were her own!

Lori thought: Damn, long dong and three fucking balls! More cum! This just gets better and better! “You are so kind, of course I accept, especially after seeing the size of Jamar’s cock! So you help with Obeah, and I will give you all my cooking secrets! Oh, and to answer your question, yes I absolutely do love to fuck! I am also well versed in the fine arts of eating cum, blow jobs, deep-throating, ass licking, ass fucking, titty fucking, and eating pussy! Excuse me for being so blunt! I hope I didn’t shock you, heehee! And one other thing: I have a tendency to talk dirty and insultingly when I fuck, especially when I blow my load, I mean when I’m having an orgasm. It just comes out like a man’s cum squirts out, I can’t help it!”

“Irie! We are glad to hear that! Would it be okay if Jamar and I now sampled your milk, before we begin walking?” Linda asked,

“I would be honored if you would take my milk” Lori smiled, knowing full well that it would not stop there. The three took off their knapsacks, and Jamar and Linda went to their knees, each slurping one of Lori’s hot nipples. Lori’s breasts tingled and she shivered in delight at having both nipples sucked. They sucked hungrily until both breasts were depleted. “Mmm, Lori, thy milk is warm and sweet,” Linda smiled. Then Lori and Linda lay on the soft grass, assuming the sixty nine position, licking each other’s clitoris, Lori on the bottom. Her eyes opened wide as Jamar knelt behind her head, his huge cock becoming erect. He fondled her nipples as she grasped his cock and took it into her mouth, lightly swirling the head. She was mildly surprised as a huge hot wad of precum instantly shot into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it and smiled, “Ay! Your precum is delicious, Jamar. You took my milk, and now I want yours! Give me that big bamboo deep in my throat, DEEP, motherfucker, so that your hot milk shoots right down into my fucking belly!” Jamar smiled and happily obeyed, pushing gently into her mouth until his cock was fully inside her and his huge scrotum covered Lori’s eyes. Lori was delighted as the cockhead easily slipped past her tonsils and bulged her throat: The cock was perfect for deep throating, long but not overly thick.

Meanwhile Linda licked Lori’s vulva relentlessly, making Lori’s vagina flutter and her whole body tingle. Jamar fucked Lori’s throat gently and soon she felt his cock getting warmer, throbbing, and dilating. He moaned softly as he ejaculated a huge thick load deep in her throat. Lori was elated as the hot cum oozed into her belly, then she bucked and spasmed as lightning bolts of pleasure and pain wracked her body in an intense orgasm, as she pressed her vulva hard into Linda’s face. Lori’s mouth was full of Jamar’s cock, so she could not scream, but she loudly moaned her orgasm, “Oommmf! Gkk! Unnnnngh!” She toyed Linda’s clitoris with her fingers, and finally Linda spasmed, her juices squirting in Lori’s face, then she shuddered and shook through a violent climax, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhngh! Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Lori pulled the still-erect cock from her mouth, and pushed it gently into Linda’s quivering and sopping slit. Jamar had some milk left, and after a few thrusts he ejaculated deep in Linda’s pussy. Lori held Jamar’s scrotum and smiled as she felt his huge balls dancing with the ejaculation. Linda moaned her pleasure, “Mmmm! Aaaaaah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Jamar! Fuck me DEEP! Your hot cream fills my cunnus and my heart and my soul!” The hot thick cum indeed filled Linda’s vagina, mingling with her juices, and much of it dripped into Lori’s mouth, which she loved, eagerly swallowing every drop.

After the twisting and shouting was over, they rested. Lori drew the dildo from Sahabet Giriş her knapsack, and quietly slipped it into Linda’s rectum, gently fucking it in and out until Linda shook with a mild orgasm, “Aaah, mmm, thank you Lori, for this night of pleasure, you are our friend, eternal, and God knows we both love you, mon cher ami.”

“I love you both, from my deepest heart, and the pleasure was mine, merci beaucoup. That’s about all the French I know. Maybe you can teach me some French sometime, and I’ll teach you some Italian,” Lori smiled, as she rubbed cum on her hot nipples.

“A fair exchange! Now, ocean is very close, to the east. Let us take a quick dip so we do not arrive at the citadel with cum all over us, hehe!” Linda smiled, “…although Onatu would probably not mind!”

“Will I be okay, meeting Onatu naked, or should I put something on?” Lori asked.

“Ha ha, I am sure Onatu will be glad to see you just as you are…more than glad!” Linda smiled.

They enjoyed a refreshing dip in the cool surf, then shared some Red Stripe and continued their journey, arriving at the citadel just after dawn. Lori was reluctant to meet Onatu naked, so she threw on an old T-shirt of Dave’s, but her breasts and bush were still largely exposed. Oh well, fuck it, she thought, at least the nipples are covered.

They were warmly greeted by Onatu, the head master, who registered Lori. She had expected an old man. but he was not much older than Lori, handsome, well built with nicely cut abs and was naked, except for a small tarzan flap like Jamar’s. His skin was like Jamar’s only somewhat lighter, and the man was beautiful! Lori could not look away from him and got wet between her legs, hoping he would not notice. He surprisingly wore a crucifix. As he spoke, his eyes were inexorably drawn to Lori’s ample breasts, and his tarzan flap slowly began to rise. He took Lori into his office.

“I am Onatu. Welcome to the citadel, Lori. Kimani told me that he briefed you on our ground rules. Your formal instructions will begin in one week. Take this time to rest and get familiar with the citadel. Here are some manuals and pamphlets for an introduction to Obeah. You are fortunate to be staying with Jamar and Linda, who are accomplished instructors, and they will be able to help you through the rough spots. Obeah is sometimes difficult for beginners to grasp, but I know from Kimani that you will do well. Always feel free to call on me if you have concerns or questions, and again, welcome.” He kissed the heel of her hand, mildly surprising Lori, as no one had ever kissed her hand.

Lori turned to leave, smiling as she noticed Onatu’s tarzan flap now sticking almost straight out, draping the huge erection beneath it. Her pussy twitched and she thought: holy fuck, does everybody around here have a twelve-inch dick? I think I’m going to like it here!

**********

Jamar and Linda’s apartment was perfect for the three of them.The kitchen was small but efficient, and the bed could easily sleep four people. There was also a small reading room where Lori would spend much of her time studying.

Everyone showered and rested from their long trek.

“You guys must be hungry. I could whip up a nice frittata in a few minutes.” Lori said.

“”What is frittata?” Linda asked.

“It’s like an omelette. Need about six eggs, a big onion, some cheese. Oh, and a few slices of pepperoni would be good.”

“What…is pepperoni?” Linda asked.

“It’s basically a hard beef/pork sausage, cured in salt, very tasty and hot. But any kind of sausage will do,” Lori said.

“We have some ring kielbasa,” Linda said.

“Okay, that will do nicely, need about six slices.”

A few minutes later, they sat down to a tasty meal of frittata and Red Stripe.

“It’s really good, Lori,” Linda said.

“”it’s easy to make, just remember to fry the onions first until tender, then throw in everything else, stir, cook on low heat so the eggs simmer and don’t scramble. I learned to make it when I was a little kid.” An image of her mom flashed through Lori’s mind.

“Your mama taught you, yes?” Linda smiled.

“Yes, how do you know that?”

“Ah, because you thought of her just now. She looks much like you: fair, very pretty, and large-breasted,” Linda said.

“But, how did you see that?” Lori said.

“Not to worry, in time you will learn these things, and much, much more,” Linda smiled. “We will help you.”

“Kimani gave me a silver cube, and I used it to see my loved ones when I started my walk, but the images were faint and hazy,”

“The Cube of Prescience! Mon Dieu! You are saying that you saw images, with no instruction?” Linda raised her eyebrows, seeming very surprised. She glanced at Jamar, who also seemed quite taken aback at Lori’s statement.

“Such a cube can be fashioned only by an Obeah master who was born with the gift, as was Kimani. But never before has an initiate been able to access a Cube. It can only be accomplished after rigorous Sahabet Güncel Giriş instruction from a master or practitioner. So, Lori, your powers of concentration must be…phenomenal, to say the least! It may well be that you were born with the gift of prescience!” Linda said.

“I’m sorry, did I do something that I shouldn’t have?” Lori asked.

“Absolutely not. I will mention this to Onatu, as it may necessitate some changes or acceleration in your training. In any event, you have a huge head start on your way to Obeah mastery.” Linda smiled.

**********

It had been a long and tiring day. After hot showers, they chatted for a while over coffee with brandy, then had a light lunch of cold meats and fruit. Skipping supper, they wanted only to rest, and all three sought the soft comfort of bed very early. Jamar lay on his back in the middle.

“If you two want to make love, don’t mind me. I am a little tired and will be content to just watch the big bamboo going in and out,” Lori smiled, but badly wanted cock.

“No, no, you are our guest. What would you wish to do?” Linda said.

“Well, I have never fucked a man with three balls. Would it be alright if I played with your balls, Jamar, just for a little while?” Lori said sweetly. Jamar, who was half asleep, quickly became wide awake, “Of course it is alright, as long as I may empty them into your loveliness,” he smiled.

Lori moved down to his crotch, opening her legs so he could lick between them. Linda smiled approvingly as Jamar’s cock quickly grew hard and swelled to its full size.

“Aw, looky, your poor sack is small and hard, like a wrinkly turtle shell! Let me rub it, maybe that will make it warm and soft. And your raphe is stiff, like a little rope!” Lori said. She ran the wet tip of her tongue along his raphe, then his scrotum began to bloat and soften. When the sack was again soft, she hefted it and felt the three testicles within, each nearly as big as a walnut. She put one ball in her mouth, swirling it, and fondled the other two. Linda joined the fun, taking the cock into her mouth and bobbing it while she masturbated. Jamar licked Lori’s pussy relentlessly, and she felt a huge orgasm building, but Jamar was the first to climax, ejaculating hugely in Linda’s mouth and moaning his relief, “Aaah, j’éjacule! Ahhhngh! Auuuugh!” Linda tried to swallow it all but couldn’t and much of the cum splattered on her face and neck. Lori hated to see cum being wasted, so she took the cock into her mouth and took the last part of his ejaculation, sucking it to keep it erect. Jamar then ejaculated again, this time into Lori’s mouth, and still his erection held, which gladdened and amazed Linda. She thought: oh well, nothing like new pussy to liven up the party! Linda held the cock pointing straight up, as lori climbed on cowgirl and sat down brusquely, taking the cock fully into her smoking cunt and grinding her clit. Linda perched on Jamar’s face as he licked her vulva and clitoris. Lori slowly pumped up and down. She looked down between her legs and watched the glistening big bamboo sliding in and out of her sopping slit. The girls leaned forward, Lori licking the cum from Linda’s face. The girls french kissed and played with their titties until they both screamed with cataclysmic climaxes, “Unnnnngh! Aaaaaaaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaah!” Jamar yelled, “Aaaaaaah! Unnnnngh!” as he ejaculated hugely again, deep in Lori, his thick hot cum overflowing her vagina. Lori dismounted then held the cock upright, as Linda took a turn riding the bamboo. She sat down on it, taking it into her rectum, then pumping slowly. Lori masturbated and watched intently as Jamar’s shiny big bamboo fucked in and out of Linda’s plump ass. Jamar moaned softly and kissed Linda’s breasts as his hot thick spunk jetted into her ass.

Another shower and a round of brandied coffee and all slept like logs. Small wonder.

*********

At first light, Lori was up and clunking around in the kitchen, fixing bacon, coffee, and toast for breakfast. She liked to rise as the sun rose. She would fry the bacon and make toast when the others rose, so they would have a hot breakfast. She thought of her baby Kyle and started to cry. She thought: oh no, no, this will not do, my agenda does not include feeling sorry for myself; I need a stretch. She went naked out the back door which led to the large square courtyard, around which the citadel was constructed. Several people were milling about in the courtyard, and she was glad to see almost all were naked. In the courtyard were several small shops. She picked up some pepperoni, oil, yeast, and a sack of flour to make bread.

She returned to the apartment and Linda and Jamar were still not up. She peeked into the bedroom and saw Linda on her back, her legs spread and knees pointing skyward. Between them she saw the motion of Jamar’s back and buttocks relax as he pushed his big bamboo in and out of Linda. She thought: Damn, does Linda ever get enough cock? Heh, do I? Does anybody ever get enough? She concluded that there was no such thing as ‘enough cock.’ She returned to the kitchen. When she heard Linda’s shriek of orgasm, she knew they would be getting up soon. She put the coffee on. then yelled, “WHEN YOU LOVEBIRDS ARE ALL FUCKED OUT, IF EVER, BREAKFAST WILL BE READY!”

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Mom’s Best Friend

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Paulina is applying some lotion to her long legs, protecting her alabaster skin. The tall beauty has always been a knockout ever since her high school years. Right now she is a single mother after a nasty divorce, but still looks gorgeous as ever. She is able to retain the good looks which made her popular when she was a high school cheerleader through constant working out and a carefully planned diet which she’s been using for more than two decades now. Her husband was also very handsome but her son isn’t that physically attractive, being more of the bookish type. She is still proud of him though, since he is a very good boy.

Suddenly, she could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Looking up, she smiles as she sees the person. It’s only Rachel, Paulina’s best friend from high school. Like her, Rachel Miller is a very attractive 38 years old woman. While Paulina is brunette, Rachel has blonde hair. Rachel has always been and still is in even better shape than Paulina, as she played rugby and is also now a very skilled police officer. Her parents, who are extremely wealthy socialites, were at first quite upset when their precious daughter went to the police academy, but they ended up supporting her decision, unable to say no to their little girl.

That’s why she has a lot more money than the average policewoman and can afford the best clothes to wear when outside her uniform. Right now Rachel is wearing an expensive jacket, a short skirt that reveals her tanned thighs and a very pricey pair of boots. She sits on the chair next to Paulina and asks for the bottle of lotion. Squeezing it out the way she squeezes dicks, Rachel quickly applies it to her muscular legs before it could dry. Then she turns to ask her friend “How’s it going right now? Are you hooking up with any guys?” Rachel have been hunting cocks since they were in high school.

At one point, she would walk into a bar and pick up a new hunk to bang at home every night. That’s how horny she used to be. She did tone it down a lot after she got her job though, with only four new guys a week instead of seven. “I only got three last week,” Paulina soon whispers, looking morose. “I wish I could get more but the last guy I chose ended up wanting to gang bang me with 30 guys. I mean, I would be fine if it was 20, but 30 is just a bit too much, don’t you think? It’s crazy how far some of them want to take it these days. I’m so fucking horny right now, Rachel. Is there any hot cop at your precinct I could fuck?”

“Well, there’s me,” Rachel begins but then notices the look on her friend’s face, showing she isn’t amused. “Oh, you meant male cops for you to fuck? So sorry, but I can’t think of any right now.” Rachel enjoys watching as her horny friend squirm about, looking so frustrated at not being able to get a hard cock inside her. Paulina could have any guy she wants but she has a very high standard and it occasionally leads to moments like these, where she couldn’t find a perfect guy to bang. Normally she could, but sometimes she just couldn’t.

“This sucks so much!” Paulina whines. “I swear, I’ll go into that Irish pub by the road tomorrow and yell “Anyone can fuck me!’ I’ll literally let the first guy who approach me get into my pants. I don’t care how he looks, as long as he’s got a dick between his legs. That’s how much I need to get fucked right now! It’s been three days since I last got laid, Rachel! Four days with no sex!” Before this, the longest that she has been with no sex was only three days. To her, not getting fucked often is a very big deal. “Sorry for dumping all of this on you, Rachel. What about you? Are you seeing anyone right now?”

The truth is, Rachel hasn’t gotten laid in a long time. Not because the busty female cop couldn’t, since she could easily get someone to fuck her if she wants, but because she had been in love with someone for two month. “I haven’t fucked anyone in two months now,” she says, shocking Paulina. “By the way, all this talk reminded me of something. Is Jeff still a virgin?” Jeff is the 18 years old son of Paulina. He is a nerd boy who is more than nice enough but severely lacks confidence. “I’m only asking because he’s a cute boy and I wonder if he’s gotten laid yet.”

Paulina frowns suspiciously. She doesn’t know it yet, but Rachel has been in love with Jeff for some time now. To think that the policewoman would actually be in love with her own best friend’s son! Jeff is quite literally 20 years younger than her but Rachel just couldn’t help it. He is simply sweet and adorable. No, Paulina couldn’t tell that her friend is in love with him but she could detect the lust. “If you even start to think about touching my son in an inappropriate way, I will kick your ass,” she threatens Rachel. “I don’t care that you’re a karate black belt. I would still beat you up.”

Rachel isn’t afraid of her friend but she hides her feelings anyway, not wanting her to find out about it yet. Not when she hasn’t made her move. “Of course I’m not thinking about doing that. He is your Starzbet son, Paulina! I even changed his diapers once. I babysat and helped you raise him, for crying out loud. Do you think I would want to fuck him now?” She scoffs so convincingly at the idea that Paulina buys it and ceases to frown after hearing those reassuring words. “Seriously though. Is he still a virgin or not? He’s cute enough to get some girls to want to go out with him.”

The interest behind the question starts sending alarms up Paulina’s head again, but then she quickly quashes it. Rachel couldn’t possibly be interested in Jeff, Paulina thinks to herself. She held him when he was a toddler, for Christ’s sake! She was there when Paulina gave birth to the boy. “I think he’s still a virgin. He’s never brought a girl over to our house and never went to sleep over at anybody else’s place either. The only time he could have done something was at school and I highly doubt my son would go that route. He’s a very sensible kid, after all. Never even broke a minor rule, let alone having sex in public.”

Hearing this makes Rachel very happy, since it means she will get to deflower Jeff. It might be a bit hard for a normal looking 38 years old woman to get an 18 years old boy to fuck her, but she is confident she can get laid by her best friend’s son. Jeff is clearly a submissive, with how shy he is and the overall demeanour. Her dominance will easily lead him into becoming the much younger boyfriend she wants. She knows that she can do it. All she has to do is overwhelm him and fluster him until he’s too befuddled to think properly. Rachel will drive him wild enough to be willing to sleep with his mom’s best friend, something that he definitely wouldn’t do in normal circumstances.

Rachel soon makes an excuse and leaves the house. She drives back to her house. There, she takes off her jacket and sets it on the back of a chair. After that, she starts to polish her pistol. It’s been a habit ever since she got her first gun back when she was 18. Her Glock 22 is very well maintained, considering how long it’s been with her. Rachel also inspects her bulletproof vest to see that it’s still in good condition, before putting it away. Then she goes into her kitchen and grabs some ingredients. The blonde bombshell starts mixing some of her herbs and spices together in a bowl, humming as she goes.

Then Rachel brings out a bowl of raw chicken that she is going to use. The beautiful cop takes her skirt off and caresses her hairy vagina, before she sets the bowl on the floor and squats over it. She smirks as she starts pissing all over the chicken. Urinating onto the raw chicken, she marinates it in her putrid pre. Within seconds, the chicken is completely soaked in her bitter urine. She then adds the mixed spices and herbs to it, and cooks it in her frying pan. Twenty minutes later and it is ready for her to pack. She quickly packs it all up and takes it to her car.

She waits until the hour she knows her friend would be at the gym and drives back to the house. Paulina is already gone, just like she expected. Only Jeff is there now, having returned from his trip to the bookstore after Rachel left. He is an adorable teen who always makes Rachel happy to see him. “Hey, kid!” she says as she walks up to him and gives him a massive hug, kissing him on the cheek gently. Jeff blushes. It isn’t that he wants her that way. She is his mom’s friend and helped raise him, after all. It would be extremely inappropriate to pursue her. But still, she is an extremely attractive woman.

“Hi, Aunt Rachel,” he murmurs in a shy tone, giving her a coquettish smile. She nearly cums from hearing his voice but suppresses it and hands the shy boy the special packed dinner that she made for him. “Thank you! You know how much I love your fried chicken,” Jeff says, unaware of how Rachel cooked it. Had he known he wouldn’t have said that. At least, not aloud to her or to anyone else, lest they make fun of him for his tastes. Being oblivious, he fails to notice the mischievous glint in his mother’s best friend’s eyes, unaware of what she did and what he is about to eat right now.

Jeff grabs a fork and spoon and digs in, eating the chicken eagerly. Rachel can feel her cunt getting very moist at the sight of her best friend’s son eating the chicken marinated in her warm piss. She nearly rubs herself through her skirt but stops herself from doing so in time, not wanting to freak the poor boy out. Her large breasts are heaving up and down in excitement as she watches her unsuspecting target continue to eat the food. Doing this is such a massive thrill to her. There is nothing at all that is nearly as exhilarating as tricking the teen boy she is in love with into eating something she pissed all over.

She sits down next to him to watch him eat and then looks at him as he washes the spoon and fork. He still has no idea what his mom’s friend just tricked him into eating. Rachel feels intoxicated on the sense of power this gives her. Starzbet Giriş The ability to manipulate him into doing as she wants is something she really gets her rocks off on and she doesn’t plan on stopping degrading him this way any time soon. Not at all. She is going to keep doing this to him because she can and she wants to. She won’t do it with all his meals, of course. That’d be too far. But she still plans to do it often. “Do you like it, kid?” she asks Jeff.

“Of course, Aunt Rachel!” he replies. “It’s still as delicious as ever!” Oh boy. He really has no idea what she just fed him doesn’t he? Rachel almost loses her self control and stars laughing, and is only able to stop herself at the last second.

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Two days later, Jeff still has no idea that the woman he has always seen as an aunt pissed into the chicken that she gave to him. He also doesn’t know she has romantic feelings for him and is now planning to act on those feelings. It is impossible for him to know, since he is a oblivious geek whose previous relationship went down in flames. The relationship, which only lasted one month, ended when his ex girlfriend Reyna got high on weed and sucked twenty cocks at a party, while he was studying back at home like a good boy.

Reyna told him about it and broke up with him afterwards but regretted it and has asked him to take her back a lot of times. He has always said no though. When she dumped him, he was still a virgin. He is still one, in fact. The two of them never even got to handjobs or fingering, since she only wanted to fuck hot guys and he never was one. She dated him since he is cute but she never wanted to have sex with him. He never turned her on. To Reyna, Jeff existed only for the purpose of cuddling with. That’s all she ever wanted from the shy boy when they were together. Other guys could fulfill her other needs. That’s how it worked for spoiled Reyna.

Suddenly, his mom enters their house. “Hey, Jeff,” she greets him. “Listen, I’ve been having problem getting laid recently.” Jeff raises his eyebrows. He used to be shocked by how casually his mother talks about sex but is way more than used to it by now. “Could you fuck me please? I really want a guy to fuck me right now and you’re the only one available. You don’t think I’m too ugly or anything, right?” Paulina quickly unbuttons her blouse, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra. She shows her adorable son her huge breasts, flashing him her tits. The nerd stares in shock before averting his gaze from her naked tits. She then breaks out into laughter. “That was so funny! You should have seen the look on your face.”

“Mom!” he protests, still covering his eyes as his mother walks towards him. She grabs his wrist and drags one of his hand towards her breast. The mother forces her son to touch one of her bare boobs, holding his hand on the mound of her mammary flesh. This stuns Jeff even further. He yanks his right hand away from his mom’s tit, making her chuckle raucously. “This isn’t funny. I know you like to make jokes, but really mom? Flashing your own son? Making your own son touch your breast? It’s inappropriate. Tell me once you’ve put your blouse back on, okay? I don’t need to see my own mom’s parts like that.”

Paulina waits for a few seconds before saying “I’ve put it back on now.” Jeff opens his eyes and gapes as he sees her still standing topless, with her breasts still nude in front of him. “Look, I know this is shocking for you since you are really young and innocent and all that, but us women need attention too. You are my son. I created you. I can use you how I like. I asked you to have sex with me since I don’t want to rape you, but I will if I have to. One of these days, if you haven’t given in by then, I would sneak into your room at night and fuck you in your sleep. I’ll rape you, my dear son.”

He stares at her, horrified by the way she is threatening him. “Oh, and one more thing. Rachel wants you to go over and help her with some chores. I already promised her you would. Whatever she tells you to do, you must do it, okay?” Jeff nods, eager for any excuse to leave the house. He loves his mom but is now a bit weirded out by what she said. Since he’s known her for his entire life, he assumes it was just one of her crude jokes, not thinking that she could be serious. His mom joking is still quite off putting though, when the joke is about rape. “In fact, I could drive you there.”

During the car ride, he is still nervous. His mom’s presence right next to him after she joked about raping him is now fraying his nerves. He looks forward to reaching her friend’s house soon. Jeff thinks that he’d be able to calm down when he’s with Rachel, unaware that she has plans of her own. The boy has never sweated this much before in his life. Even after all the vulgar things he heard his mom say, her actions earlier today still deeply shocked Jeff and made him start to feel anxious around her. She just seemed so serious when she made the joke, like she actually Starzbet Güncel Giriş meant what she was saying to him.

When they reach the house, Rachel just drops her son off and dives home. Jeff slowly walks up to the front door and knocks on it gently. Then he stands and waits on the porch for his mother’s best friend to come and open the door for him. The tall policewoman once gave him a spare key but Jeff still knocks every time that he goes over to Rachel’s house out of his good manners. That’s simply Jeff being his polite self like he always is. He has no idea that Rachel just wants him to walk in on her when she is walking around the house naked.

Rachel is sitting in the kitchen right now, with her booty pants next to her on the floor. Her powerful thighs are spread apart and she parts her puffy labia, inserting a cucumber into her soaking cunt. She bangs herself, using the cucumber to fuck her own pussy. When it is drenched in her womanly juices, she uses her own nectar as a lubricant and slides the cucumber past her shithole, inserting it through her dirty asshole until it is fully inside her buttocks. Rachel keeps the cucumber buried inside her muscular ass for a few moments before taking it out.

She quickly slices it and puts the pieces on the sauce pan before putting her shorts back on and heading to the door. Rachel gives her friend’s teenage son a very charming smile as she opens the door and lets him inside. “Honey, I’ve told you before,” she says to the boy. “You can just use the key I gave you. No need to knock. My house is your house, okay?” Jeff, being very obtuse, doesn’t notice anything weird about they way she said it. Who would think that his mom’s super hot friend would actually want to be with a geeky loser like him?

“I was worried that you might be busy or something, Aunt Rachel,” Jeff says to her as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. He looks so adorable when he is flustered, Rachel thinks as she leads the boy inside the living room of her house. “My mom told me that you have some chores for me to do,” he says. “I could get started now if you want me to.” Her presence helps make him feel at ease but he still remembers what his mom told him. Rachel appears a little startled. She almost forgot how she got him to come here in the first place.

“Oh, yes. Of course. I got the music CDs all mixed up and in the wrong cases,” the female cop tells him. “Could you go and sort them out for me? I’ll fry you some cucumber the way I know you like.” She hides a naughty grin as Jeff nods and immediately gets to work. She gets to work too, frying slices of the cucumber that is covered in her pussy juices and the shit from inside her ass. Knowing that Jeff will soon be eating something that was buried inside her large, round buttocks minutes ago is making her very well. It’ll be degrading him to the extreme and she can’t wait.

She quickly finishes and brings over the stir fried cucumber to the table. He sits down on a chair and then starts to eat the cucumber that’s been soaked in her pussy juices and stuck inside her ass. “This is so tasty!” he says to her as he eats. “Seriously, Aunt Rachel. If you ever turn in your badge, you could start a restaurant.” Rachel actually blushes, touched that her friend’s son likes the taste of her pussy and ass, even though he doesn’t know that that is what he is eating right now. He really is way too adorable for his own good. It makes her want to do all sorts of perverted stuff to him.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Rachel says to the much younger boy. Jeff is just eating another slice when he nods. “You see, my toilet is clogged right now and I really need to take a piss.” Her blunt words make him blush madly in embarrassment. “Could I please use your mouth as a toilet? Would you let me piss in your mouth, Jeff?” She is giving him a nervous look, putting on a show of looking apologetic. In reality, her toilet isn’t clogged at all. It is just a fib to trick him into allowing Rachel to indulge in her fantasy with him. It should work, considering how gullible this boy is.

“Are you sure it would be appropriate?” he asks her in a trembling voice, feeling all the more anxious because he is now turned on by the though. Rachel nods and shocks him further when she just stands up and yanks her booty shorts down, revealing her pussy to him. The sight of her large, wild bush is enough to make him harder that he’s ever been. It’s the first cunt that Jeff has ever seen and he doesn’t know how to handle it. Her pubic hair looks wonderful to him. “But Aunt Rachel, you’re my mom’s best friend,” he protests weakly. “She’d be very upset if she found out about this, wouldn’t me she?”

“Didn’t your mother tell you that you should do whatever I tell you to?” she asks him quizzically. “You don’t want me to tell her that you disobeyed her, do you? Jeff gulps. “Lie down on the floor and make sure you get every drop.” He sees no other choice now and does as she tells him to. The nerdy boy opens his mouth as she squats over his face. The gorgeous policewoman then starts urinating. A jet of her piss blasts the inside of his mouth immediately. Rachel soon fills Jeff’s mouth, directing her stream of warm urine inside it. She pisses in her friend’s son’s mouth, making him taste her bitter pee.

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Es ist jetzt ein halbes Jahr her, dass Barbara Reismüller oder nach ihrer Scheidung jetzt mit ihrem „Mädchennamen” Barbara Möhring zu mir, Alex Beiner, einem ehemaligen Leiter der Kreditabteilung einer mittelgroßen Bank in einer mittelgroßen Stadt am Rhein zu mir in mein altes Elternhaus gezogen ist. Barbara leitet eine kleine Pharmafirma, die LSD für psychotherapeutische Kliniken herstellt. Ihr Ex-Mann hatte die Firma finanziell in Schieflage gebracht, ich hatte sie, zusammen mit einer alten Freundin, unterstützt, belastendes Material über ihren Ex-Mann herauszufinden und ihr dadurch zur Scheidung und zur Übernahme der Geschäftsführung des Unternehmens verholfen.

Die Finanzierungslücke, die durch das Gebaren ihres Ex-Manns entstanden war, hatte ich mit einer Beteiligung an der Firma geschlossen. Meine Arbeit bei der Bank hatte ich aufgegeben und gab als Beruf, wenn wir uns auf Empfängen oder sonstigen gesellschaftlichen Anlässen befanden, Hausmann an. Das klingt langweilig, ist es aber nur bedingt und das Schöne daran ist, dass das Gespräch fast immer eine andere Richtung nimmt, weil niemand der anwesenden Herren mit dem Begriff etwas anfangen kann.

Die meisten der sogenannten Entscheider kommen abends nach Hause, erwarten ein Essen, kaltes Bier oder einen Rotwein, dazu etwas Knabberspaß vor der Glotze und natürlich saubere Wäsche und geputzte Schuhe. Und nach dem Fernsehabend noch eine kurze Nummer mit der Gattin, wenn diese es denn zuließ. Wenn diese es immer häufiger nicht zuließ, weil die Attraktivität des Gatten durch die zunehmende Verfettung von übermäßiger Aufnahme von alkoholischen Getränken und fettigem Essen, verbunden mit Bewegungsmangel nachließ oder sich in Abscheu verwandelte, wurden Überstunden im Büro ein Synonym dafür, mit der Sekretärin, der Praktikantin aus der Ablage oder, ähnlich kostspielig, mit einer Prostituierten erst zum Essen, dann in eine Bar und dann privat oder im Hotel eine verständnisvolle Frau zu finden, die ein offenes Ohr für ihre Probleme hatte oder zumindest für Sex offen war. So oder so wurde dafür bezahlt.

Ich zahlte übrigens auch. Ich leistete mir eine Reinigungskraft an 2 Tagen in der Woche, die das Haus, die Wäsche, das Geschirr, die Schuhe und auch den Fuhrpark auf Vordermann brachte. Allerdings war meine Bezahlung im Gegensatz zu meinen Nachbarn fürstlich, ich hatte es ja auch. Geld. Mehr als genug. Und ich gab es gern aus für gute Arbeit. Meine Reinigungskraft verdiente, korrekt angemeldet, genauso viel wie der Leiter der Kreditabteilung meiner alten Bank und damit ganz ordentlich oder eigentlich doppelt so viel, es waren ja eine 20 Stundenwoche. Der Leiter ist übrigens eine Leiterin geworden, meine Kollegin Miriam, die auch zu meiner Zeit schon qualifizierter war als ich es war.

Als ich die Stelle aufgab, hatte sie kurz Probleme mit einem internen Konkurrenten, Heinze, einem widerlichen Schleimer, der es fast geschafft hätte, Miriam den verdienten Aufstieg zu vermasseln. Nur dem glücklichen Umstand, dass anonym ein paar Fotos beim Leiter der Bank auf dem Schreibtisch landeten, die Heinze völlig betrunken, mit vollgepisster Unterhose in einem bekannten Bordell zeigte, brachte ihr die sofortige Beförderung ein. Ich musste die Fotos aufwändig retuschieren, um Mireille aus dem Ausschnitt der Fotos herauszuhalten, aber es hatte uns beiden viel Spaß gemacht.

Meine Hausmanndasein beschränkte sich also auf den Einkauf und das Kochen, aus der Firma hielt ich mich weitgehend raus, gab nur in finanzieller Hinsicht hier und da mal eine Hinweis, den Barbara vielleicht übersehen haben könnte. Miriam, meine alte Kollegin traf ich einmal im Monat und wir gingen in eine Kneipe in der Nähe der Bank, um uns bei ein paar Bierchen zu unterhalten. Beiläufig fragte ich sie dann immer nach kritischen Finanzierungen, die sie mir auch gern, um sich meinen Rat einzuholen, ausführlich darlegte.

Ein Vorgang interessierte mich etwas näher, handelte es sich doch um meine Nachbarn, also nicht unmittelbar, aber zwei Straßenzüge entfernt. Emilia und Günter Notzke, ähnlich alt wie Barbara und ich, die Kinder im Internat, sogenanntes Altes Geld, wie man so schön sagt. Nur war von dem Wohlstand der Familie nicht mehr allzu viel vorhanden. Es wurde gemunkelt, dass Günter Notzke häufig im Wettbüro und beim Pferderennen größere Summen verwettete, zwar mal etwas gewann, aber meist alles verlor.

Ich traf Emilia gelegentlich beim Einkaufen und wir grüßten uns. Mehr aber auch nicht. Ich habe kurz versucht, mit etwas Smalltalk nachbarschaftliche Beziehungen zu knüpfen, aber Emilia Notzke war leider arrogant bis ins Mark. Sie war es, die das Geld ins Haus brachte und, wie ich von Miriam erfuhr, löste sie in immer kürzeren Abständen einen Fond nach dem Anderen auf und nahm das Geld immer in bar mit. Nicht, um es unter der Matratze zu bunkern, sondern um die Gläubiger ihres Mannes zu befriedigen, die schon mal mit einer eingeschlagenen Windschutzscheibe Starzbet des Notzkeschen BMWs die Aufmerksamkeit auf den Fälligkeitstermin lenkten.

Barbara war ein Sahneschnittchen und ich genoss die vielfältigen Eskapaden, die unser Sexleben ausmachte. Aber irgendetwas fehlte mir. Das Spannen, das Ausspähen und das Erpressen und das Winden und Jammern meiner Opfer, wenn ich die Daumenschrauben immer mehr anzog. Nach dem letzten Treffen mit Miriam war ich richtig aufgewühlt, Barbara spürte meine Erregung deutlich, bezog meine Aufregung zunächst auf sich und als ich abwesend auf der Marmorplatte der Kücheninsel saß und eine Glas Rotwein trank, hakte sie nach.

Zu allererst zog sie an meiner Hose, um sie mir auszuziehen und ich stützte mich auf meine Hände, hob mich in den Stütz, um ihr dies zu ermöglichen und schauderte, als meine Eier auf die kalte Marmorplatte trafen. Mein Schwanz war schlaff und legte sich auf meine Testis wie ein müder Hund. Barbara zog ihr rotes Top über den Kopf, um mich mit ihrem Anblick zu erregen und mein Schwanz wurde schon größer. Sie knetete ihre Brustwarzen, ging in die Hocke, leckte mit ihrer Zunge über meinen Schwanz, der reagierte und zuckte, wurde voller, mein Hirn dafür blutleerer. Ich lehnte mich zurück, trank einen Schluck Rotwein und kam mir vor wie ein Pascha, dem nicht nur die Pantoffel angezogen wurden.

Mit einer geschickten Drehbewegung ihres Kopfes nahm Barbara meinen jetzt schon auf halbmast stehenden Schwanz in den Mund, schluckte die Hälfte und bewegte ihren Kopf gleichmäßig vor und zurück, dabei immer weiter meinen Schwanz in ihrem Mund versenkend. Ich konnte deutlich die Ausbuchtung an ihrem Hals sehen, den mein Schwanz bei ihr hinterließ. Sie zog den Kopf zurück und die kühle Luft waberte um meinen eingespeichelten Schwanz und kühlte ihn ab.

„Jetzt mal heraus mit der Sprache”, löcherte mich Barbara. „Sonst kannst du dir selbst einen runterholen.”

Könnte ich, wollte ich aber nicht.

Ich schob ihren Kopf und damit ihren Mund zurück auf meinen Schwanz. „Lutsch. Dann erzähle ich es dir”, versprach ich und sie nahm ihre Arbeit wieder auf.

„Du weißt doch, was ich noch gern mache, außer dich zu ficken oder mir von dir einen blasen zu lassen? Nicken reicht.” Sie nickte.

„Miriam hat mir von Notzkes erzählt. Hat gerade eine etwas übertriebene Kreditanfrage von denen auf dem Schreibtisch liegen.”

„Emühja?”, fragte Barbara mit meinem Schwanz im Rachen.

„Genau. Die Emilia, die arrogante Zicke mit der Traumfigur”, schwärmte ich unvorsichtigerweise und Barbara biss leicht in meinen Schwanz.

„Du musst schon zu zugeben, dass Emilia Notzke einen Body hat, der auch dich anmacht”, behauptete ich. „Ich kriege im Bioladen jedenfalls immer einen Steifen, wenn sie sich über die Gurken beugt und ihre Titten dabei die Zucchini streicheln. Sie ist nur immer so zugeknöpft. Au!” Sie hatte mich gebissen. Ich gab ihr eine leichte Ohrfeige und sie biss nochmal leicht zu. „Willst du mehr hören, dann lass das Beißen und mach weiter”, forderte ich. Sie lutschte jetzt gekonnt weiter und meine Säfte stiegen.

„Jedenfalls ist ihr Mann ein Zocker, der ein paar harte Gläubiger hat und sie, von der das ganze Geld stammt, löst gerade einen Vermögenswert nach dem Anderen auf. Sagt Miriam.” Ich stöhnte, weil es mir gleich kommen wird und Barbara, gespannt auf weitere Einzelheiten, drückte mit den Fingern auf meinen Damm, um ein vorzeitiges Abspritzen zu verschieben.

Sie schob ihren Kopf zurück und mein Schwanz baumelt im Freiem vor ihrer Nase. „Und jetzt willst du auf die Pirsch gehen, so wie bei mir damals?, fragte sie besorgt mit einem eifersüchtigen Unterton in der Stimme. Ich nickte: „Nicht ganz so wie bei dir. Zugegeben die Notzke macht mich an, aber eher in der Richtung, dieser arroganten Zicke zu zeigen, wo der Barthel seinen Most holt.” Barbara schaute mich fragend an. „Na, wo der Hammer hängt. Wo der Frosch die Locken hat. Dass sie lernt, wo die Glocken hängen.”

Barbara winkte ab und schaute auf meinen wippenden Schwanz. „Jaja, wo die Glocken hängen. Bei der Oberweite der Notzke ist das doch offensichtlich”, spottete sie und schob mir ihre wundervollen Titten ins Gesicht. Ich nutzte die Gelegenheit, um ihre Brustwarzen zu saugen und sie gab mir einen Schubs, kletterte auf die Arbeitsfläche, schob ihren Rock hoch und pflanzte sich mit ihrer Fotze auf meinen nur allzu willigen Schwanz und ließ ihn verschwinden wie Kotkin die Freiheitsstatue.

Sie ritt mich wie ein trabendes Pferd, auf der Höhe berührte meine Eichel ihre Schamlippen, dann ließ sie sich mit ihrem ganzen Gewicht fallen und ihr knackiger Arsch berührte meine Oberschenkel. Dabei fragte mich aus, wobei sie zunehmend außer Atem kam.

„Wann willst du anfangen?” schnaufte sie, schon sichtlich erregt. Ich hielt ihre Titten in den Händen. „Morgen Abend. Die Rennbahn schließt um 19:00 und ihr Mann wird so um halb acht zuhause sein.” Sie hechelte: „Nimmst du mich mit?” Ich war perplex. Starzbet Giriş Mit dieser Frage hatte ich nicht gerechnet. Ich hielt ihre Hüften und half ihr, mich jetzt im Galopp zu ficken und in den Moment als sie lustvoll vornüber klappte, ich sie fest umklammerte und ich ihn ihr abspritzte, flüsterte ich: „Aber ja.”

Das Schöne am Marmor ist auch die einfache Pflege des Materials, alle Säfte, die wir gerade auf der Platte verteilt hatten, ließen sich mühelos mit einem Tuch entfernen, aber das war nicht unser Job. Wir kuschelten uns auf die Couch, schauten ohne großes Interesse einen Film, bei dem wir ausführlich unseren morgigen „Ausflug” planten.

Am frühen Abend traf ich Emilia Notzke „zufällig” im Bioladen, ich kreuzte wie zufällig ihren Weg und wie stießen beim Gemüse zusammen. Wie immer aufgetakelt und zugeknöpft, im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes. Ich schaute auf ihre hochgeschlossene Bluse und in meiner Fantasie, öffnete ich ihre Bluse, öffnete ihren Büstenhalter, schmiss die Sachen ins Gemüse, drehte sie um, schob ihr den eher altbackenen Rock hoch, zog ihren Slip herunter und besorgte es ihr von hinten.

Mit einem Lächeln begrüßte ich sie und wollte ihr die Hand reichen. Sie ignorierte meine Hand und schaute mich herablassend an. „Lassen Sie mich einfach in Ruhe einkaufen”, näselte sie. „Ich bin nicht an einem Gespräch mit jemandem wie Ihnen interessiert.” Sprach’s und beugte sich über die Gurken und hatte Schwierigkeiten, sich zwischen den beiden Gurken, die es noch gab, zu entscheiden. Sie schien nachzudenken.

Ich schaute ihr eine Weile zu und meinte dann nur beiläufig: „Nehmen Sie doch die rechte Gurke.” Sie erwachte aus ihren Überlegungen und schob tatsächlich die rechte Gurke in ihren Einkaufskorb. Dann schaute sie weiter zu den Avocados, ohne mich weiter zu beachten. Hier war ihr Verhalten ähnlich wie bei den Gurken, nur die Auswahl war größer. „Nehmen Sie doch diese hier, die schein reif zu sein”, schlug ich ihr vor und wieder sah es so aus, als ob sie aus einer Art Trance erwachte und ich beschloss, ihr noch ein wenig beim Einkaufen zuzusehen. Bei jedem Einkauf, den sie vornehmen wollte, war dieses Unvermögen, sich für eine bestimmte Ware zu entscheiden.

Einfacher war es, wenn nur noch ein Exemplar im Regal stand, was aber so gut wie nie vorkam. Nachdem ich ihr noch ein paar Mal bei ihren Entscheidungen Tipps gegeben hatte, verlor ich die Lust und machte mich auf den Weg, um mich mit Barbara auf unseren ersten gemeinsamen Spanner Ausflug vorzubereiten.

Barbara hatte sich in der Zwischenzeit dunkle, wetterfeste Kleidung gekauft und in einem Survival Laden noch eine Dose mit dunkler Schminke zur Tarnung besorgt. „Nicht, dass man unsere hellen Gesichter entdeckt, wie damals bei deiner Aktion in unserem Garten”, trällerte sie. Ich stutzte.

„Du wusstest, dass dich jemand beim Onanieren beobachtet?”

„Ich hatte eine Ahnung, ich konnte deine Gesicht nicht erkennen, wusste aber, dass jemand im Baumhaus von Müllers war und mir zusah. Du hättest dir auch dein Gesicht etwas schwärzen sollen. Durch unsere Badezimmerbeleuchtung konnte ich zwar dein Gesicht sehen, aber erkannt hatte ich dich nicht. Hat mich aber schneller kommen lassen. Definitiv.”

„Okay. Was noch? Hast du mich vorher im Wohnzimmer auch schon bemerkt?”

Nein”, sagte sie. „Da war nur der Ärger mit meinem Ex-Mann der Grund, es schnell und heftig zu besorgen und es hat ja auch nicht wirklich gereicht, wie du gesehen hattest.”

Wir packten die Ausrüstung ins Fahrrad, es gab noch genug Platz für Barbara, sie faltete sich in die Box der Ladefläche und wir fuhren die kurze Strecke zum Haus der Notzkes, stellen das Rad irgendwo ab, schulterten die Ausrüstung und schlugen uns in die Büsche. Das Anwesen, man musste es so nennen, hatte einen dazu passenden Garten, mit altem Baumbestand und Büschen, der, mangels finanzieller Möglichkeiten, wie wir wussten, einen guten Gärtner nötig gehabt hätte.

Wir fanden einen geeigneten Platz, bauten Kamera und Richtmikrophon auf, die Fenster waren in dem alten Haus nicht besonders groß angelegt, aber es reichte. Ein Blick durchs Objektiv zeigte mir Günter Notzke, wie er mit einer Zigarre in einem Sessel saß und telefonierte. Barbara war aufgeregt. „Ich wußte ja gar nicht, wie spannend das Spannen ist”, stellte sie fest und hatte ihr Fernglas fest vor ihren Augen auf das Fenster gerichtet.

Ich stülpte ihr die Kopfhörer über den Kopf. „Hier, sogar mit Tonspur.” Wir lauschten gespannt.

„Um das nochmal zu wiederholen, Herr Professor Dietrich, meine Frau hat eine massive Störung ihres ventromedialen präfrontalen Cortex, die auftrat, weil sie einer massiven Stresssituation ausgesetzt war?” hörten wir Günter ins Telefon fragen.

„Und was bedeutet das?” fragte er. Wir waren ebenfalls auf die Antwort gespannt und Günter Notzke enttäuschte uns nicht. Aktives Zuhören konnte er.

„Also, wenn ich das richtig verstanden habe, ist dieser Cortex Teil des Gehirns, der Starzbet Güncel Giriş für Entscheidungen zuständig ist, und meine Frau ist nicht in der Lage Entscheidungen zu treffen und versinkt dann in einer Art Trance, um zu einer Entscheidung zu gelangen, was aber nicht möglich ist, das dieser Cortex beschädigt ist.”

„Das habe ich vorhin im Bioladen beobachten können, flüsterte ich Barbara zu. „Die Notzke stand vor den Gurken, wusste nicht, welche sie nehmen sollte und als ich ihr eine Gurke aussuchte und vorschlug, sie zu nehmen. schien sie aufzuwachen und sie akzeptierte ohne Kommentar meinen Vorschlag als wäre es ihre Idee.” „Ach, so ein Unsinn”, widersprach Barbara. „Doch. wenn ich es dir sage. Bei den Avocados das Gleiche.”

Wir lauschten gespannt weiter.

„Das heißt also, immer wenn meine Frau vor eine Entscheidung gestellt wird, tritt diese, ich nenne es mal Trance ein und wenn ich für sie die Entscheidung treffe, übernimmt sie diesen Vorschlag?” Notzke nickte ein paar Mal. „Und sie akzeptierte diese Entscheidung einfach. Ich kenne ja meine Frau. Sie ist, sagen wir mal ein wenig konservativ, um nicht zu sagen, verklemmt und prüde.”

„Und Sie sagen, es sei irreversibel, nicht behandelbar.” Notzke rutschte jetzt aufgeregt im Sessel hin und her. „Und Sie sind sicher, dass die Entscheidungen, die ihr vorgeschlagen werden, von ihr übernommen werden? Ja?” Er räusperte sich. „Das würde bedeuten, dass sich ihr Charakter, ihr Verhalten mit der Zeit verändern würde.” Notzke schien sich zu freuen. „Aha. Ja. Also, ich habe ja schon mitbekommen, welchen Entscheidungen sie so mir nichts, dir nichts zustimmt, was ja auch nach Ihren Angaben zu dieser Störung geführt hat.” Jetzt grinste er über das ganze Gesicht.

„Nein, nein, einer Langzeitstudie in einer geschlossenen Abteilung werde ich nicht zustimmen. Aber vielen Dank für die ausführliche Anamnese und Sie schicken mir Ihren Bericht mit der Post zu? Nochmals Danke und einen schönen Abend, Herr Professor. Ach ja, denken Sie bitte an das Arztgeheimnis.”, beendete Notzke das Gespräch, um gleich ein weiteres Telefonat zu führen.

„Hallo Frau Probst. Entschuldigen Sie die Störung am späten Abend, aber ich würde gern auf das Haus meiner Frau eine weitere Hypothek aufnehmen. Ja. 700.000 Euro. Wie? 500.000. Das ist mir zu wenig, ich meine, das ist meiner Frau zu wenig. Aber ja, natürlich ist sie einverstanden. Gut. Dann kommen wir morgen Vormittag bei Ihnen im Büro vorbei und wir unterschreiben alles Nötige. Ja. Ich weiß, dass das Haus damit jetzt Ihrer Bank faktisch gehört.” Er legte auf. „Blöde Kuh. Jetzt fehlen mir 60.000 Euro. Die Albaner schneiden mir dafür zwei Finger ab”, brabbelte er vor sich hin.

Notzke schien Spielschulden zu haben bei Leuten bei denen man besser keine Spielschulden haben sollte. Er stand auf, goß sich einen Whisky ein, als Emilia zur Tür hereinkam.

„Wo warst du? Ich habe mir schon Sorgen gemacht”, log er ungeschickt. Emilia stellte den Einkauf ab und setzte sich ihrem Mann gegenüber.

„Ich war einkaufen, es war etwas schwierig, ich konnte mich so schwer entscheiden”, entschuldigte sie ihre Verspätung. ‚Naja, immerhin bekommt sie das noch mit’, dachte ich.

„Da war dann dieser Beiner, du weißt schon, der früher bei der Bank gearbeitet hat. Der wollte mir immer helfen, dieser widerliche Proletarier”, echauffierte sie sich.

„Ach Schatz, beruhige dich”, beruhigte er sie. „Sicherlich wollte er dir nur behilflich sein. Deine Aufregung kommt sicherlich von dem Treffen vorgestern, als diese widerlichen Albaner und aufgelauert hatten, als du in eine Schockstarre gefallen bist, weil sie uns, aber eher mich bedroht haben.”

„Ich will mich nicht daran erinnern, aber das war sicherlich in Ordnung so.”, meinte sie.

„Na, aber daran wirst du dich erinnern, dass der mit der Narbe auf der Wange dich gefragt hat, ob du lieber dabei zusiehst, wie sie mir einen Finger abschneiden würden oder ob du ihnen doch lieber deine Titten zeigen würdest”, frischte Günter ihre Erinnerungen auf.

Emilia betrachtete die Hände ihres Mannes und zählte in Gedanken die Finger und versuchte sich zu erinnern: ‚Habe ich diesen Widerlingen tatsächlich meine Brüste gezeigt? Günter hat noch alle Finger, also war es wohl richtig.’

„Als dann der Andere meinte, er würde viel lieber deine Titten sehen, hast du kurzerhand dein hochgeschlossene Bluse geöffnet, deinen BH ausgezogen und ihnen sind die Augen aus dem Kopf gefallen. Dann haben sie abgewunken, laut gelacht und mir bis übermorgen Zeit gegeben, die 560.000 Euro, die ich ihnen schulde, aufzutreiben.” Er machte eine kurze Pause, sammelte sich und fuhr fort: „Wenn ich dich jetzt vor die Entscheidung stellen würde, lieber meine Finger retten oder zustimmen, auf das Haus eine weitere, letzte Hypothek aufzunehmen auch auf die Gefahr hin, dass wir das Haus verlieren?”

Er wartete gespannt, sah, wie sich ihr Geschichtsausdruck veränderte und sie ihn eher teilnahmslos anstarrte.

„Ich würde vorschlagen, die Hypothek aufzunehmen”, versuchte er sein Wissen, das er im Gespräch mit Professor Dietrich erworben hatte umzusetzen und und tatsächlich wachte Emilia aus ihrem Trancezustand auf und sagte lapidar: „Lass uns morgen einen Termin in der Bank machen.”

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JULIETTE, SEB and DAMIAN.

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Girlfriend

I am Damian, a twenty-six year old bisexual male escort or as some prefer a gigolo, though in recent times I much prefer older women. My preferences became much more focused after a recent assignment with a woman twenty-years older than me.

Today’s assignment promises to be very exciting, with just one woman for the two of us to pleasure while another woman watches.

When we arrive Juliette’s secretary, Mary, greets us and leads us into another room to meet Juliette. Mary is very plain and unfeminine, though the thought of her watching us sexually pleasure her boss is already a bonus turn on.

Juliette is an absolute knockout, smooth ebony skin, stunning exotic features (we learnt later she was part Asian, part European), a beautifully groomed, very feminine, tall willowy blond, with shoulder length hair. Mid-thirties, dressed in an expensive white, designer brand two-piece outfit, heels and stockings.

“You two boys have a reputation for being thick and hung, I hope that is correct,” she smiles in a sexy, raspy voice. “Size really is important for me.”

Seb is very excited as Juliette tongue kisses him as he throws his shirt off, then his trousers. His fully erect nine-inch cock is bursting our of his jack strap as Mary and I watch on.

“Help me undress Seb?,” she orders with a huge smile as he readily complies. Jacket first, then her bra, exposing her gorgeous tits.

“Magnificent, just fucking magnificent,” Seb mutters as he licks and kisses her aroused nipples and slides his jock strap off.

“Wow, you really are nine-inches and thick, very thick,” Juliette moans as she runs a closed hand along his erection.

“Now my skirt Seb,” she instructs as she turns her back to us and it drops to the floor. She is now completely naked apart from her heels, a tiny g-string and a very sexy garter belt to hold up her stockings.

“What an ass, it is magnificent in that outfit, just fucking magnificent,” Seb mutters as he licks and kisses her ass cheeks and undoes the clip at the side of her g-string before it falls to the floor.

“A surprise for you boys, a big surprise,” she smirks as she turns to Starzbet face us with her hands on her hips. “Do you like my cock? Does it turn you on?”

Juliette is hung and thick. Seb and I are nine and eight-inches when erect, she is only semi-erect and very impressive as we both make mental comparisons. Her cock with lots of trimmed, jet-black pubic hair, framed by her stockings and garter belt has Seb and I searching for superlatives as we ogle it.

“Do you like my cock? Does it turn you on?,” she asks again, now fully erect and pointing up at forty-five degrees as she teases it with her fingertips.

Seb and I are both very aroused as we ogle her naked feminine body, tremendous tits, ass and legs and her erection as we watch her settle into a large soft chair. We have never pleasured a tranny as a pair previously and we have hit the jackpot with this one.

Without saying a word Seb is on his knees between her legs, licking and and sucking her cock. Then at the very moment he takes her erection between his pursed lips, I slide my erection between her lips.

I have had my eight-inch erection sucked by males and females, but never ever by a tranny and even better while my buddy is sucking her formidable erection while I watch.

I have watched Seb suck and blow cocks a number of times, he really is good at it, and the power he has over that person at that moment. Some men last hardly any time at all with him, though if Seb is really keen on the man he will edge and tease them for thirty minutes or more. And it can be a major turn on watching him if the male is good looking with a good body, especially if Seb has his full, thick, nine-inch erection. Even better if the man’s female partner is watching.

Today he is excelling himself with a new challenge, a hung shemale with a very feminine body and magnificent tits. “Love your tits and ass,” he whispers as he stops sucking and places his thick, nine-inch erection on Juliette’s for comparison. “You are almost as big as me and Damian, and almost as thick,” he teases as he licks her nipples.

“You two are awesome, fucking awesome,” Mary whispers Starzbet Giriş as she stands close by watching very closely. “I have organized lots off men for Juliette, but never ever two thick, hung men in your league. And you both have gorgeous asses.”

“You are very good, you really know how to suck cock. Are you bi-sexual?,” Mary asks Seb as he licks and sucks just the tip of Juliette’s cock while teasing her balls.

“Yes I am, how did you guess?”

“Have you done this to Damian?

“And he to you?

“At the same time?”

“That is a bonus turn on for Juliette, she is very excited, so am I,” Mary smiles.

I am watching Seb and Juliette very closely, I want to orgasm at the same time as Juliette. Seb is sucking and licking just the tip of her very wet erection as he runs a thumb-tip and finger-tip along it. She is breathing very heavily, her nipples are like bullets and the veins in her cock are bulging.

“Harder or softer?” Seb teases as he applies extra pressure to Juliette’s erection with his thumb-tip and finger-tip. Then a huge satisfied groan as she hits the back of Seb’s throat as I hit he back of her throat.

“That was awesome, absolutely fucking awesome,” Mary smiles as she wipes Juliette with a towel.

An hour later Seb is in his element as he teases his cock to it’s full nine-inches with three people watching. Juliette has exchanged her stockings and garter belt for a skimpy, crotch-less white jock strap and a new pair of killer heels. Her ass and new erection both look magnificent poking out of it. She really does know how to dress to flaunt her body.

Then he is standing against a wall with his hands behind his head with a rubber cock ring adorning his new raging nine-inch erection. Mary and I are both very aroused as we watch Juliette lick, kiss and suck his erection while Seb alternates looking at her new erection and gorgeous tits. I was naked and flaccid when Juliette commenced pleasuring Seb’s erection, by the time she had it between her tightly pursed lips, I had a new full-on eight-inch erection.

“I love blowing a man with an audience, an extra Starzbet Güncel Giriş turn on,” she whispers as she licks, then sucks Seb’s balls. From my past experiences watching Seb in action, I know when he is really aroused his erection becomes rock-hard and veiny, very veiny. Right now his rock-hard erection is extremely veiny as Juliette has one hand wrapped around it with the tip of it between her lips and her other hand teasing his balls.

“Give Damian a hand job while you watch us Mary,” Juliette whispers. “Sit on a chair and stand him against the wall next to Seb.”

When Seb and I arrived my initial impression of Mary was a very plain and unfeminine woman, at least twice my age, though the thought of her watching us sexually pleasure her boss might be a bonus turn on.

Any negative thoughts I had of Mary disappeared as soon as her oily fingers touched my erection. Still fully clothed, she softly teased and edged my balls with the fingertips of one hand and my engorged cock with the fingertips of the other. I love what she is doing to my second erection for the session, softly, ever so softly and teasing with her fingertips and a knowing smile.

“I did this for Juliette two nights ago, part of my job de***********ion,” she smirks in a whisper. “She loves me teasing and edging her cock. How about you Damian?

“Look at what Juliette is doing to your friend Seb, she is good isn’t she? And look at the size of her erection while she is blowing him,” Mary teases as she slowly runs just a single fingertip from my balls along the full length of my erection. Then she teases just the tip of my erection with her fingertip.

”That is exquisite Mary, fucking exquisite,” I moan as she gently slides two fingers in a V-shape along my erection as Seb glances on.

“Let me ask you again, are you and Seb bi-sexual?,” Mary asks as she teases my roaring erection with a finger-tip as she watches Juliette sucking just the tip of Seb’s cock while teasing his balls.

“Why do you ask?,’ I tease.”

“Juliette and I would love to watch.”

“Would love you to watch us. Next time you are in town.”

“Promise me, just thinking about that is turning me on,” Mary moans as she gives me an exquisite orgasm with a just finger-tip as we watch Juliette blowing Seb.

“Promise me, next time we are in town, you and Seb while we watch?”

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A first weekend with Sara

Posted on Ağustos 29, 2024 by admin

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Amateur

This sort of follows on from “24 hours of hotel fun” but can fairly easily be regarded as a separate tale. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

As Sara’s parting words were to encourage me to contact her soon I popped her email on Sunday evening. It was nothing intense, just asking her if she was OK and whether she had any problems when she got home.

I also sent an email to Karen thanking her for the fantastic time. I mentioned that I’d mailed Sara.

I had to work on Monday morning so pottered about for a little while planning an early night. I quickly checked my emails before heading off to bed and there was already a response from Sara in my inbox.

I expected a fairly brief response but opened the email to discover a lengthy reply! Sara had obviously enjoyed her experience and seemed almost overly excited about there being any possibility for more.

She raved on about how excited she had been to see me in my bound and aroused state, with an almost unhealthy focus on enjoying holding my cock while Karen had taken photos for her. She elaborated on how she had then spent the rest of her shift without underwear feeling ridiculously turned on. She admitted that she nearly had second thoughts about joining us after work. She was very nervous but she said that her arousal levels were higher than she’s ever experienced before. She was very very pleased that she had come along.

This was followed by a torrent of questions about Karen and our friendship; how long we had known each other, how we met, and what we got up to. She also asked about my experience and what roles I enjoyed, and did I have favourite scenarios or roles.

She finished off by asking whether we could get together for a coffee or a drink sometime soon. This was joined by a long line of kisses.

Not wishing to disappoint Sara or quell her enthusiasm I thought it best to send a response before heading off to bed.

I started by saying how lovely it was that she had enjoyed her involvement. I avoided making any references to my cock as this seemed unnecessary.

I then tried to explain a brief history of my friendship with Karen. I detailed how we had met online originally and that I had always taken on the dominant role in our earlier meetings, mentioning my passion for rope bondage. I said how we had openly discussed our fantasies with each other and it soon became apparent that we were both switches, enjoying both the dominant and submissive roles equally. Once we had developed trust in our friendship and established where each other’s limits lay then we sort of had free rein to explore pretty well anything together. I didn’t go into great detail about any particular activity. If Sara wanted this I would happily describe things to her at a later date.

I signed off saying that I would be more than happy to meet up as long as it wouldn’t cause her any problems in her situation with her boyfriend. I ended with a “Goodnight” so she wouldn’t expect any further responses straight away.

I work from home and Mondays are generally quiet so I had a chance to check my personal emails. Sure enough, there was another lengthy message from Sara.

She said there would be no issues caused by meeting up. John was an engineer and worked away a lot of the time. They had been together for nearly 4 years having met at university. She loved him but it was becoming more platonic and she wanted more variety and excitement in a relationship than he was able to offer. She couldn’t discuss any fantasies with him as he was “far too vanilla” but would love it if I would be happy to listen to her thoughts and ideas. Perhaps I would be happy to share the thoughts with her that I’d shared with Karen?

She ended by saying that John was going to be away from Thursday onwards and that she would not be working on the coming weekend. She asked if we could maybe meet for a drink on Thursday or Friday evening.

I fired a quick reply back to her. I said that I’d be happy to discuss pretty well anything with her. I stressed that to be completely open about some fantasies would require trust but that I was sure this would build in time if we decided to continue our discussions – I was a bit non-committal not wanting to get her hopes or expectations up too much. I was free on Thursday evening so suggested a wine bar not far from my home asking if this would be OK.

After work, I try to keep office hours, once I’d managed to sit and eat, I once again checked my emails. Unsurprisingly there was another message from Sara.

She’d received a few emails from Karen who had forwarded her some of our email exchanges before our get-togethers, including the most recent one with my daily edging instructions. I could almost imagine Sara bouncing from one foot to the other with excitement as she typed. She said how exciting she found the whole situation and hoped that she might be able to explore something similar.

She suggested 8 O’clock at the wine bar on Thursday. She hadn’t been there before even though it was close to where she lived. She was happy to meet somewhere where she was less likely to bump into people she might know.

I just replied that I was looking forward to seeing her on Thursday and settled down to an evening in front of the TV.

About an hour or so after I’d sent the email to Sara my phone lit up and notified me that I’d received a WhatsApp message. It was Sara asking if I had any instructions for her before our meeting on Thursday. We had the following exchange…

Sara: Is there anything you’d like me to do before Thursday?

Me: Instructions would normally precede play not just getting together for a drink and a chat.

Sara: I really want to know what it feels like. I know it’s only a drink but I’ve read through Karen’s emails so many times already.

Me: Instructions require trust. I’ll happily oblige your request but I don’t feel I know you well enough to ask you for any proof. I will have to trust you

Sara: I promise I will do anything you tell me to do. I really want to understand what this feels like.

Me: Anything?

Sara: Please don’t be too mean to me.

Me: OK. From tomorrow morning until Friday, you will not wear any underwear.

Sara: That’s an easy one. I can do that for you.

Me: Easy? OK. You will masturbate in the morning and the evening every day bringing yourself as close to orgasm as you possibly can without actually cumming. You are not allowed to cum until Friday. On Thursday you will masturbate just before you meet me. Each time you do this you will send me a message with just three X’s – XXX. I won’t expect any other messages from you unless you fail.

Sara: OMG

Me: No XXX 🙂

Sara: Thank you. Should I call you Sir?

Me: No stick with Andrew for the time being. I’m not keen on titles unless they are part of a required scenario, Good night now. I look forward to your messages and to seeing you on Thursday.

Sara: Night night x

I wondered how she’d cope or whether she would actually manage to see things through. It would be interesting to see what sort of state she would be in on Thursday if she kept to my instructions.

At about 8.30 the following morning I received the first “XXX”.

I took a break during the morning and emailed Karen to let her know what I was up to. She replied in the afternoon saying that Sara had already told her and was still ridiculously excited. They’d already traded quite a few ideas. She said to be careful but have fun.

I received a morning and an evening text each day but avoided too much conversation before our meeting. I simply responded with a “thank you” or “well done”. I didn’t want to complicate things.

THURSDAY – EVENING

I arrived at the wine bar a little early and waited outside for Sara to arrive. I’m probably a little old-fashioned thinking a woman shouldn’t enter a bar on their own.

it wasn’t long before I saw Sara round the corner a little further down the road and walk towards me. I was surprised to note that she didn’t have that familiar spring in her step. She appeared a little unsteady on her feet. I wondered whether she might have had a few drinks before coming out, a little Dutch courage. As she came closer I could see she looked rather flustered.

“Hi there. Are you OK?” I greeted her.

She grabbed my arm to steady herself. “No, I’m not. I’m a wet bloody mess. These fucking jeans are rubbing right on my clit. I’m so close to cumming right now.”

She was slightly stooped over but she looked up at me, smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. “Sorry about the swearing. I should have put more thought into this. I should have worn a bloody skirt.”

I took her hand, firmly, and led her into the bar. There were plenty of tables so we chose one fairly close to the door and, having asked what she wanted, I went over to the bar. Having ordered our drinks I turned and looked over at Sara. She seemed a little more settled now. She was shifting around a bit trying to find a position that provided the least stimulation. I smiled at her as I brought our drinks over to the table. She smiled back.

I handed her drink to her and sat down. She immediately took hold of my free hand.

“Thank you,” she said.

“What for?”

“I’ve been feeling hornier than I’ve ever felt all week. I am so desperate to cum right now I’m scared of how intense it will feel. Every time I’ve played with myself in the last three days all I can imagine is the image of you standing there tied to that bed all swollen and hard, and the feeling of your cock driving into me when Karen was spanking you. And now you’re sitting here with me having a drink as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I can’t even describe the mix of emotions I’m feeling right now, but they’re all good.” She smiled again, a big beaming smile.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” I said. “You’ve done very well this week and Karen says you’ve been learning lots as well. Nothing wrong with an inquisitive mind.” I took a sip of my drink.

“Oh my god. Karen has been fantastic. She’s explained so much. I can’t believe half the stuff you two have got up to. I’m so jealous. I want to try it all and more. She’s opened my eyes to so many ideas. I always wondered if I might be a little weird but I feel so normal now. I’m sorry. I’m talking too much aren’t I?”

“No, not at all. How else will you learn if you can’t discuss these things? I remember my early days only too well. I felt the same way. I thought I was some kind of pervert until I met like-minded people and talked openly about my thoughts and desires. God, I even ended up running the local munch for a few years, welcoming other newbies into the fold.” I smiled as I recalled the memories.

“Really? I’ve read about munches but never had the nerve to go to one. I know it’s different, but I went to a swingers club once but I only lasted half an hour. There were naked bodies everywhere but nothing that did anything for me. It was all so vanilla.”

“I don’t look at what I do as swinging,” I replied. “I supposed I enjoy the same physical freedom as a swinger the psychological side of things goes far far deeper. The freedoms I’ve been able to enjoy are beyond anything you’ll find in one of those places.”

“Can you tell me about how you got started in all of this? Karen’s told me a little about her experiences, but I’d love to hear your story. It’ll give me a chance to shut up for a while.” Sara squeezed my hand and smiled as she said this.

Now it was my turn to ramble on. I talked about feelings I’d had in my teens, through to starting to explore in my early twenties. I explained the impact some of these things had had on my relationships, some of which had strengthened and some faded. I touched upon specific scenarios but avoided going into too great detail about these – I wanted to be sure Sara could use her imagination rather than rely on becoming a copycat. I said that it was alright to copy ideas but much more fun to expand upon and improve them depending on personal tastes and desires. By the time I’d finished, we were starting on our third round of drinks.

Sara had listened intently, hanging on to my every word.

“That is all so wonderful,” she said. “I have to ask, would you consider teaching me? Sorry if that seems a bit forward of me but I did ask Karen if I should ask you. She approved but said it would be up to you. I’d love to learn to tie and restrain and all sorts of things and it would be so good to explore with someone I can trust.”

I was a little stunned even knowing her eagerness. Here was a beautiful young woman, less than half my age, wanting me to guide her through such intimate things. I was flattered but cautious.

“I’d be happy to do what I can, but we’ll need to discuss so much more before leaping into anything. I need to know what you want to explore and establish where your limits currently lie – they’re likely to change with time. I know this may sound boring, but we probably need to put together a plan for you. There are so many possibilities, and I don’t want you to feel pressured or rushed in any way.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” she replied. “It’s hugely reassuring to know that you care. My head is so full of ideas that I really don’t know where to start so maybe you can help me with that? Can I be completely blunt with you?

“Sure, go ahead”.

“Okay,” Sara seemed to gather herself. “Right now, I’m feeling incredibly horny. In just over an hour I’ll be allowed to have an orgasm and if it’s at all possible I’d love for you to be involved in that. I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but I really can’t get the image of your hard cock out of my head.” She whispered the last part of the sentence.

It was my turn to feel a little flustered. I hadn’t expected her to be quite so forthright. I could hardly refuse such a lovely request, but I was slightly conflicted not wishing to rush into anything too quickly. I had to quickly get my “play head” on and detach myself from any emotional desires.

“I’m sure I can accommodate you there,” I said, trying to sound non-committal.

Sara’s smile beamed at me again. I had no idea what she was expecting or hoping for. I thought the best course of action was to ask her what she’d like to do.

“OK. Here’s an idea for you,” I said, immediately grabbing Sara’s full attention. “You’ve successfully completed your task, or you will have done at midnight. If I said to you that you could choose anything as a reward what would you want to do? Think carefully because you might be able to make this a reality tonight”.

It was Sara’s turn to feel flustered again. I noticed an immediate darkening to the already apparent flush around her neck and upper chest.

“Golly. That’s put me on the spot. Anything? Really? Are you sure?”

“If you suggest something beyond my limits I’ll tell you, but let’s just see. We can go back to mine and the choice of scenario is completely yours. Just tell me what you’d like to do. Best keep it fairly simple for now but I’m fairly sure you won’t be able to shock me, yet at least.” I smiled as I said this.

Sara leant closer to me and her voice was hushed. “OK. I’d like to tie you to the bed and get you very hard. Then I’d have you make me cum with your mouth before I ride your hard cock and make you cum. Then you’ll have to lick me clean before I let you go. How’s that for a first try?”

She sat back to gauge my reaction.

“It’s simple, easy, and achieves a goal. You’ve described a situation with you in charge, stating clearly what you want to receive and explaining clearly what your submissive must do to achieve release.”

“So can we actually do that?” She asked.

“I see no reason why not,” I replied.

Sara had a definite tell. When she was very horny she moved from side to side, flexing her thighs. Her smile reached a new level and she squeezed my hand tightly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I joked.

“Shall we go,” she said. Standing up. It was an instruction rather than a question.

During the brief walk back to my flat Sara held tightly onto my hand.

“We haven’t touched on this before but it’s sensible to have a safe word. If at any time either of us wants to stop whatever is happening just say the word “Red” three times. This will stop all activity; any bonds will be released, and no judgements made. If you don’t want things to stop completely but need to take a breather, just say “Amber” three times. This can work for both of us.” Sara was nodding her acknowledgement to this as I spoke.

“I think I might need just one more glass of wine when we get in, would that be OK?” She asked. “Also, could you call me “Mistress” while we play? I think it will help me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “It is your reward after all.”

I felt her squeeze my hand at this and we carried on walking. Sara’s pace wasn’t fast, but I think she was still struggling a little with the stimulation she was receiving from the material of her jeans.

We reached my building, entered and went up to my flat. I left Sara to make herself comfortable in my living room while I went to get her a glass of wine. She was looking relaxed on the sofa when I broke her drink through. I handed it to her. I noticed she’d taken her shoes off.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re a little over-dressed, don’t you think? I’d like you to be naked, and I’ll need something to tie you to the bed with.”

I quickly undressed, piling my clothes onto the armchair. I was already semi-hard at the thought of what Sara wanted.

“Excuse me, Mistress, I’ll be back in a moment.”

I popped into my bedroom and retrieved a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs and some rope – I thought the cuffs would be more practical than trying to teach her to tie with just rope. We’d have plenty of time for that in the future. By the time I returned to the living room, I was much harder.

I handed the cuffs to Sara and placed the rope on the sofa beside her. She beckoned me closer and leaned down to secure the ankle cuffs which she clipped together immediately limiting my movements. She then put the smaller cuffs on my wrists and pulled my hands behind me so she could clip these together too.

She then took hold of my cock, quite roughly but firmly and pulled me towards her. She kissed me quite passionately whilst bringing me quickly to full hardness.

“Right, let’s get you into the bedroom”. She picked up the ropes and, maintaining her grip on my now very hard cock, led me down the hallway to the bedroom. I had to shuffle behind her as my feet were still connected. Her grip on my cock added to the challenge. I’d left the light on so she would know where she was going.

“Lie down,” she said. I was almost surprised by her forcefulness. She unclipped my wrists.

I did as she instructed. She reached over and pulled the pillows away from under my head. “We won’t be needing these.”

Then Sara took one of the ropes and attached it to my right wrist. She pulled it through the headboard and tied it off. I have a pretty sturdy oak-framed bed which I purchased with activities like this in mind. She then went around the bed and added a rope to my left wrist cuff, again pulling it tightly before tying it off on the headboard. Once she was happy with her handiwork she went to the foot of the bed and unclipped my ankles. She took two more ropes and attached one to each of my ankle cuffs. She threaded the ropes through the ends of the footboard and pulled. This dragged me down and pulled my legs wide open. The downward motion stretched my arms more and she kept pulling until she was satisfied that I was well and truly spread-eagled. I tested the ropes and I had almost no movement.

Sara quickly stripped off her blouse and jeans and hopped onto the bed. She curled up between my legs and took a firm hold of my cock with one hand. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the base of my scrotum and gently but firmly pulled down, stretching my balls away from my body.

“This is yummy. I could keep you like this for ages. I’ve been reading about edging, and tease and denial. I’m sure I could have you begging for release before long. Would you like that?”

“Whatever pleases you, Mistress,” I replied.

“We’ll have to save that for another time, I have something else for you to do right now. It’s after midnight and I want to cum.”

She lifted herself and climbed up my body until she sat, straddling my chest. She went up on her knees and, taking hold of the headboard, lowered her pussy to my mouth. Her lips were red and puffy and her clit was very swollen. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I started licking, sucking her labia into my mouth as I teased her opening, circling it and savouring her juices which were flowing freely.

As Sara neared her first orgasm she began to move her hips back and forth, grinding herself against my face. I managed to get my tongue to her clit and she reacted by speeding her movements. Her breathing became deeper and her movements more forceful and she started to ride that first wave. I felt her start to twitch above me and her pussy contracted, flooding me with her juices. She kept moving for as long as she could before becoming quite still. I continued to lick gently at her opening.

“Oh my god, that was so intense. I’ve never squirted before, she said. I continued to lick and slowly she began to move in time with my tongue, her next orgasm building. It wasn’t long before the second wave hit her, lasting longer than the first but with slightly less intensity. The was no flood of juices this time, just a steady flow which I savoured in my mouth before swallowing down.

No words were needed, she just used my mouth to sate her unquenched desire. My cock remained hard throughout stimulated by the activity on my face. I could feel it twitch as it ached for contact.

It wasn’t until she’d had five good orgasms that she lifted herself away from my mouth a wriggled down my body. She lifted herself and took hold of my cock to guide it to her opening. She was very lubricated so I met no resistance at all as I slid deep inside her. She took my full length, I could feel my cock head pressed against her cervix and just sat there for a moment savouring the sensation.

She placed her hands on my chest to steady herself and then started to move her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against my pubic bone whilst my cock massaged her depths. She was still sensitive and came quite quickly, well before I had come close to my own release. This time she did not let up though. She rode through her orgasm onto the next. I felt her pussy contract, milking my cock. As she approached her third orgasm like this I felt my juices start to flow and I bucked against my restraints as I pumped my cum deep inside her. She kept going as her orgasm hit her and seemed to take more pleasure from my twitching, writhing body below her, struggling to handle her movements as my cock head became ridiculously sensitive.

She dropped her body down and hugged me, clinging to me. Her pussy muscles flexed, making sure they’d milked the last drops from me. I felt myself begin to soften.

She lifted her head and kissed me briefly before lifting herself and scooting quickly back up my body. She planted her pussy right on my mouth and simply said, “Clean me.”

I stuck my tongue up and into her opening. Hot globs of my cum combined with her juices started to flow from her. I hadn’t cum since Saturday and had to keep swallowing to keep up with the flow. As I licked away she approached what must have been her eighth or ninth orgasm of the night. She quivered and ejected the last of the juices from her pussy.

Once her orgasm had subsided she lifted herself off my face and made herself comfortable alongside me. She draped an arm across and down my body, stoking my semi-hard cock.

“Wow, wow and wow. I want to do that every night,” she said. I could tell that she was smiling even though I couldn’t see her face.

“Every night might become boring, Mistress,” I replied.

“Right now I could never get bored with that, but you’re probably right. You can drop the “Mistress” now. Damn, I feel so good. Would it be OK if I stayed tonight?”

“That would be fine but you might want to untie me so we can both get comfortable,” I replied.

“Oh, I don’t want to get too comfortable just yet. I want to thank you properly.”

Her hand stroking my cock was beginning to get a reaction and she started to milk me gently. She wriggled around and, placing her head on my belly, started to tease the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue.

Her head moved slowly downward, her teasing becoming licking and then sucking as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling my sensitive head and she tightened her grip and began to suck harder. She pushed her other hand underneath me, reaching for my balls which, as soon as she made contact, she started to rub and squeeze gently.

I was still quite sensitive, but I felt another orgasm start to build. I don’t know if she sensed this as she slowly built the intensity of the stimulation as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. As her hand reached the base of my cock, I could feel the head touching the back of her throat. There was no let-up. She simply kept going as I got closer and closer to cumming. I felt the first spasm approach and she just went on milking me with her hands and mouth. I shot spurt after spurt directly down her throat. I could feel her swallow, her throat contracting on my now very sensitive head.

I had no choice but to lie there and bask in the glow of a very intense orgasm. Sara just lay there, curled up, with the head of my cock still in her mouth, gently circling the head with her tongue.

After a little while, she opened her mouth, releasing me. “I could sleep like this,” she said. “Could you?”

“You’d probably need to loosen the ropes a bit,” I replied. I was very stretched out and knew from experience how much I’d ache in the morning if I stayed like this.

“I will, in a minute,” she said. “I meant could you sleep with your cock in my mouth?”

“I could probably drift off like that, yes,” I replied. “As long as you don’t start dreaming about eating a banana.”

Sara laughed at this and pushed herself up. She climbed off the bed and quickly undid my ankle cuffs, leaving the rope attached to the bed. She then climbed upon me again, straddling my chest, and undid the buckles on my wrist cuffs. I moved my arms about making sure everything was working again and then pulled her towards me. We kissed slowly and passionately. It was most definitely a “moment”.

She slid off me to my side and just snuggled up to me with my arm circling her.

FRIDAY

When I woke the following morning I was alone, well alone in bed at least. I could hear noises from down the corridor. I got up, grabbed my robe, and after a quick bathroom break, headed down the hallway.

Sara was in the kitchen, naked as the day she was born. My washing up had been done and she was standing at the counter tapping her fingers as the kettle slowly came to the boil.

“Good morning. I hope you don’t mind but I really need my caffeine first thing. Do you want one? I did your washing up, I hope you don’t mind.” Sara was just as chatty first thing as she was in the evening. I seriously questioned her need for caffeine.

“Thank you for last night. It was really lovely. I felt so free. I hope we can explore some more, soon. Are you working today? I’m free until Monday and I have no plans at all. Do you have anything planned?” She was bouncing from foot to foot again and I hadn’t managed to get a word in yet.

I walked over to her, put my arms around her and kissed her lightly on the neck.

“Good morning,” I said, whilst I had the chance. “Yes. I’d love a coffee. White and one.” I wasn’t used to company in the morning, let alone a constant flow of conversation regardless of how one-sided it was.

Sara hugged me tightly. I felt myself respond to this naked body against me. Her constant movements against me simply transferred her obvious arousal.

The kettle came to the boil and Sara broke free from my arms, turning to pour water into the two mugs she’d retrieved from the drainer. She added milk and my sugar and took both drinks through to the living room, I had little choice but to follow her. Placing the mugs on the coffee table she planted herself squarely in the middle of the sofa. I sat down next to her, reached for my coffee and sat back to enjoy the warmth of the drink.

“Are you OK? Have I done something wrong?” Sara asked.

“Yes, I’m fine and no, you’ve done nothing wrong. It just takes me a little while to get going in the morning,” I replied. “As for your other questions, I do have to work today but only have a couple of reports to finish off which shouldn’t take me too long. I try not to make too many plans, but I do have to go shopping with Rachel, an old friend, tomorrow morning. Other than that, I am free. Did you have anything particular in mind?” I wondered whether I would regret an open-ended question given Sara’s verbosity. Perhaps I was being unfair? I was more used to my own company.

“Sorry if I’m talking too much.” I immediately felt a pang of guilt. “I’m just finding all this so exciting, and I know there’s so much more to explore. I want to learn everything, all at once, if you’d be happy to teach me or guide me. I know I can’t learn everything straight away, I’m just being greedy, but I think you understand. Do you?” Sara frowned as she spoke.

I smiled. “Yes. I completely understand. It seems like a long time ago, but I’ve been where you are now, relatively speaking. Finding freedom is a big thing. It would be my honour to teach or guide you, maybe teach AND guide you. I hope that doesn’t sound big-headed of me? I really mean I’m happy to be there, holding your hand while you explore.”

Sara’s frown became a big, beaming smile. She swung her legs around, placed them across mine, and hugged me again. I nearly lost my coffee.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said. Sensing she wasn’t going to let go any time soon I carefully balanced my half-full mug on the arm of the sofa.

“Is there something you had in mind to start with?” I asked her.

“Karen told me that you’re very good with ropes and I’d love to know how to tie someone up properly. Can you show me what to do?” Something about Sara’s face when she asked like that was very appealing.

“I can show you a couple of basic ties that are good for restraining someone or tying them to a piece of furniture. You wouldn’t need to resort to cuffs anymore. You could practise them whilst I work. If you feel confident enough, I’d be happy for you to try them on me later on, once I’ve finished working.”

“That sounds perfect,” she said.

“Right, I need to shower and have something to eat. I’ll make us some bacon sandwiches. You’ll find some storage boxes under my bed with ropes and toys inside. You’ll need to get some ropes.”

I extracted myself from Sara’s hug and stood up. Sara followed as I headed off back down the corridor.

“Can I shower with you? Then I’ll find the ropes while you make breakfast.”

Who was I to turn down this lovely young lady? The idea of showering together is always nice although the reality is that it’s just two people taking turns getting cold. It’s the levels of distraction that make it bearable.

I made sure the water was just the right temperature before stepping into the shower. Sara stood slightly closer to me than was necessary and started to lather me up as I washed my hair. She scrubbed my back, which I really like, and then worked on my front. She lingered on my cock getting me very hard in the process. I returned the favour and, doing my best to ignore my cock which was aching again, I washed her back and then her front paying extra attention to her breasts. When I got to her pussy it was easy to distinguish her juices from the water. I rubbed much harder than was necessary and her breathing became quite laboured. I stopped before she neared her orgasm. If I had to put up with unquenched arousal, then so did she.

Once clean Sara got out of the shower first and wrapped a towel around herself. I took a little while drying myself before putting my robe back on. I headed back to the kitchen while she rummaged around under my bed.

It didn’t take me long to drum up a couple of sandwiches and another round of coffee. I brought them on a tray into the living room where Sara was kneeling on the floor sorting through a pile of ropes. She rose as I came in and made herself comfortable on the sofa. I placed the tray on the coffee table, sat next to her and indicated that she should help herself to food.

Between mouthfuls, Sara asked, “So what will you teach me today”.

“I’ll just show you a couple of basic ties. One will be a basic cuff so you can secure a limb to furniture or whatever is handy, the other will allow you to secure limbs together, safely. You can practice them while I work.”

She smiled as she ate.

Once we’d both reduced our sandwiches to crumbs Sara got up, ***********ed a couple of short ropes from the pile and returned to the sofa. “Show me,” she said, impatiently.

I took the shorter of the two ropes and doubled it up. I then took her hand and wrapped the rope around her wrist. I pulled the rope through the looped end, keeping a finger under the rope so as not to let it be too tight. I repeated this and then showed her how to cinch it off so it wouldn’t tighten under pressure. She pulled her hand away and tested it. She grinned seeing how simple it was.

I undid the rope and handed it to her.

“Now you try,” I said.

Sara repeated what I had done although she let the rope get quite tight around my wrist and struggled with the cinch. I suggested she keep a finger or two under the rope to avoid this and she loosened the rope and started again. This time she did a fairly good job and seemed very pleased with the result.

I then took the longer of the ropes and, having doubled it up, indicated that she should hold both her hands out. I proceeded to wind the rope around her wrists, pulled the loose ends through the loop and pulled it back around. Once I had encircled her wrists three times, I cinched it off and proceeded to wind the loose ends around the rope between her wrists forming a set of hemp handcuffs. She tested the bonds and seemed surprised at how effectively she was restrained.

I released her wrists and handed her the rope, holding my hands out so that she could try the same tie on me. She had paid close attention and got it right the first time. I congratulated her.

“If you’re going to work, what can I practice on?” She asked.

“Grab a chair from the kitchen. You should find it about right to practice both ties,” I replied. I have a couple of basic wooden IKEA chairs which are open-backed.

Sara released my wrists, and I sat back to finish my coffee. She went straight into the kitchen and returned with a chair. She placed it in front of the armchair and, grabbing some more ropes, started practising the ties I’d shown her.

I finished my coffee and grabbed my laptop. I opened the reports and started to type away. Now and again Sara would show me the fruits of her labours. She’d picked it up very quickly and I only had to show her how to correct one rather loose effort.

I confess that I did find this lovely naked young lady quite distracting, and I may have rushed through my reports. I didn’t bother checking them through. They had to be submitted on Monday and having spent a couple of hours on them I decided that I’d find some more time over the weekend to finish them off.

It was just before 11 a.m. when I closed my laptop.

“I can finish these later. Is there anything else you like to try?” I asked.

“I’d like to try these on a person. Can I tie you up?”

“If you like,” I replied. “Anything else?”

“I’ll decide after I’ve got you nicely secured if that’s OK?”

“If I’m secured it’ll be up to you anyway, I guess,” I responded.

I stood up Starzbet and took off my robe. Sara moved the wooden chair next to the armchair, giving herself more room to manoeuvre. She asked me to sit so I made myself comfortable.

Sara went behind the chair reached around and took hold of my hands, pulling them behind me. I felt her wrap a rope around my wrists. I could tell she was following my instructions carefully. Once she had them fairly tightly tied she stood and asked,

“How does that feel?”

I tested my bonds. They were tight but not uncomfortable.

“That’s good,” I said. “I don’t think I can escape. Not easily anyway.”

Sara must have dropped down again as I felt her pulling the ropes down and she must have tied the end off on the spindle between the chair legs. My wrists were pulled down and going nowhere.

“Is that better?” She asked.

“You’ve got me,” I replied.

“Good,” was all she said.

She then came around to the front of the chair and took two more ropes. She created a cuff on my right ankle. I admit that was paying more attention to her naked body than I was to her tying me. As she moved around her breasts jiggled in a most appealing manner. I was becoming aroused, and it was starting to show.

She moved on to my left ankle and I soon had two well-tied ankle cuffs. Sara then moved my feet so they were next to the front legs of the chair. This forced me to open my legs and I was completely exposed to her.

She then went behind the chair again and I felt her pulling on my ankles. I moved my feet backwards, and she pulled upwards and backward so they were pulled in line with the rear legs of the chair. This forced my crotch forward. I felt her tying the ropes off. She had me well and truly secured, and exposed. She walked around the chair surveying her handiwork.

Sara dropped to her knees in front of me and took hold of my semi-hard cock. Bringing it rapidly to full hardness, she looked me in the face and said,

“I have a few ideas I’d like to try.” I don’t think she expected a response, and I was becoming quite distracted.

She took hold of my scrotum with her left hand and, encircling the base, pulled slowly but firmly towards herself. Her right hand continued to massage my erect cock. Maintaining the pressure on my balls she slowly increased the speed on my cock bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. My breathing became a little more laboured and I strained against my bonds. I was close to cumming when she just stopped, releasing both my cock and balls, and stood up.

“Back in a minute,” she said and sauntered out of the room. I was left sitting there, my cock twitching as I began to ache for relief. I could hear her rummaging around in my bedroom and wondered what she had in mind for me.

After what felt like an age but was probably only a few minutes, Sara came back to the living room. I heard her drop some things behind me and she walked over to the coffee table and picked up her phone.

After a few moments, she approached me and showed me one of the photos from the previous weekend. It was of Sara in her work uniform holding my very swollen cock while I was standing spread-eagled to the bottom of the four-poster bed. My scrotum was tightly bound and pulled down by a rope which was tied off to the foot of the bed. I remembered Karen taking the photo.

“I’m going to see if I can do this with you sitting down,” she said.

Sara picked up another rope and knelt in front of me. Without any stimulation, my erection had subsided a little, but she took hold of my cock and had me fully hard again in only a few strokes.

She then took the rope and doubled it up as I had shown her, wrapping it tightly around the base of my cock and balls with the loose length at the bottom. She then started to slowly wind the loose end around my scrotum, forming a tube which steadily pulled my balls away from my body. The pressure on my balls was almost painful when she started to wrap the rope the other way back towards my body. My balls were pulled a little more than her hands’ width from my body, my scrotum encased in a tube of double-thickness rope. She fiddled about a bit underneath my scrotum and fed the rope back under itself.

The tie she had made left me with very purple balls, the skin of my scrotum pulled tightly around them, and my cock was incredibly hard. I knew that cumming with my balls pulled away like this was going to be harder than usual.

She hadn’t finished though. Sara then pulled the loose end of the rope towards her. I had little movement in my bonds but thrust my hips forward as much as I could to reduce the pressure on my swelling cock and balls. Once my movement stopped, she pulled the rope downwards and tied it off on the spindle between the front legs of the chair. I was completely immobile, feeling constant pressure.

Sara looked very pleased with the result and took hold of my very hard cock. She stroked up and down, teasing the pre-cum from me and rubbing it around the purple head of my cock.

“I really like you like this,” she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I couldn’t do much but smile back at her. “When I saw you tied up at work I felt hornier than I’d ever felt before.”

She kept stroking my cock until I started to feel my orgasm building again. My cock twitched and she carried on teasing the very swollen head with her thumb. As I got closer and closer I felt the pressure building in my balls as they tried to constrict. I felt my cock start to spasm and Sara just let go and moved away from me. My cock was bouncing up and down, looking for sensation but none was there. Pre-cum was oozing from me.

Sara stood and went behind me again. I heard her rummage through the stuff she’d brought in from the bedroom. I sensed her standing behind me and all of a sudden I was in darkness as she placed a blindfold over my eyes. She pulled the buckle tight at the back. I then sensed her moving around me.

I jumped a little as I felt her pinch my left nipple, she pulled and tweaked it. Then pain. I recognised the familiar bite from the nipple clamp. This was repeated on my right nipple. The pain seemed less as my endorphins kicked it. I was surrendering to my enhanced sensations.

Although I could no longer see her, I sensed her sitting down in the armchair next to me. Every second started to feel like minutes or even hours as I longed for stimulation. I heard a buzzing noise and realised that Sara had one of my wand vibrators. Her breathing increased. She was playing with herself as I just sat there aching for her touch.

I felt a hand grip my hard cock. There was very little movement, just pressure. My cock had become her handle, she was hanging on to steady herself. I could hear her breathing increase and the volume of the buzzing changed as she rubbed the vibrator hard against herself. I was sat there and I was just becoming a hard cock crying out for release. I could only focus on my cock as she held on to it. I felt nothing else.

I could hear Sara’s juices with the buzzing. Her breathing increased steadily until she released a long moan. Her grip on my cock, on me, increased as she rode her first orgasm. She rubbed my cock, almost aggressively, avoiding the head but making me swell, increasing my ache. It wasn’t enough stimulation to bring me closer but my desire for release continued to grow.

I felt her move around me continuing her attack on my cock. A hand was planted on the middle of my chest. It moved and suddenly the clamp on my left nipple was released. I almost screamed. The hand on my cock started stroking the full length, my pre-cum lubricating the whole length of my being. The right clamp was removed and as the pain flooded through me the hand on my cock just kept pumping. Although distracted I felt my orgasm approach and tensed. My breathing was rapid and my whole body started to tremble.

I felt the first spasm start at the base of my cock and suddenly the grip on my cock was released. I felt myself twitch as cum flowed from me but there was no orgasm, no sensation of release. My cum oozed from me with no relief. As I sat there, dripping, I was aware of Sara moving around me. My cock bounced as if it was seeking her out.

Time became vague to me, and I don’t know how long passed but the next sensation I felt was the touch of Sara’s legs against my knees. Again, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, but this time gently. I felt it slowly moving upwards towards the head, coating my entire length with my spilt juice. I must have softened slightly but the tickling from her fingers soon had me hard and aching again.

Then Sara moved closer, her legs outside my own. She lowered herself and I felt her guide my aching cock as she lowered herself. My sensitive cock head met with no resistance as she impaled herself. I felt her full weight upon me as I was taken deeper into her. Her breasts were against my now sensitive nipples and her arms wrapped around me.

I felt her rise a little and then drop down again. It felt as if she was trying to drive me even deeper. She repeated this motion a few times and then added a slight forward and backward movement to her hips so her pubic bone ground into mine. She started to lift herself a little higher each time and I was aware of her breathing becoming once again deeper.

I was aching for a release that seemed to be coming closer again. Her pussy was milking me as she rode herself to orgasm, dragging her pleasure from me. She hugged me harder as she began to quiver on my cock and rapidly drove her hips back and forth. Her head dropped onto my shoulder as she came. I longed for her movements to continue, to milk me and give me the relief I longed for.

After a few moments, which could have been hours, Sara lifted herself from me. My hard cock felt cold as it was released from her depths. I could only sit there and wait for whatever would follow.

Sara sat in the armchair next to me again. I had started to soften but I felt her hand settle on my belly just above my cock. Slowly her hand moved closer to my cock, and she again stroked me gently to full hardness. She kept teasing me like this for what seemed an age. I was already aching for true release and the feeling just carried on growing.

I heard the buzz of the wand vibrator again. I was so envious of Sara. She was so near and enjoying the relief that I desired so much. As she came again, she gripped tightly onto my cock, her thumb constantly rubbing on the very sensitive head, making me twitch but not quite bringing me close enough.

After another short interlude, I felt Sara kneeling in front of me again. She took hold of my cock firmly and I felt her hair on my inner thighs as she took the head into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirling around my sensitive cock head as her hand started to steadily milk me. My pre-cum mixed with her spit provided lubrication for her hand as she steadily increased the pace. I felt my juices rising again.

My body started to tense up as I approached my orgasm. She maintained her pace with her mouth sucking hard on me. I felt myself getting closer and closer to release.

Suddenly she lifted her head away from me but kept milking my cock with her hand. Her other hand took hold of my swollen balls and squeezed quite gently. I felt my cock pulled down slightly to point at her and she continued the milking motion. I exploded. I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum erupt from my body. Her hand was relentless, and she kept going, way beyond what was required until I became ridiculously sensitive and my whole body twitched violently with every stroke.

Her timing was superb. She slowed her hand as it became too much for me to bear. I felt her finger lightly teasing my twitching cock but the relief from my orgasm compensated for the sensations.

The contact slowed and stopped, and I then felt her rise and come to my side. A hard, wet nipple was placed in my mouth. “Lick,” she instructed. I started to and realised that she milked me onto her breasts. I swallowed down the cum and licked her clean. I was rewarded with the other nipple, equally hard and coated with my cum. She switched from side to side until I had licked her clean.

As I was finishing my cleaning task she loosened and removed the blindfold. It took a little while for my eyes to become accustomed to the light again.

Sara then moved away from me, picked up a towel and used it to wipe something off of the sideboard. It was five or six feet away from me.

“When you came the first lot went straight over my shoulder,” she said, grinning at me. “You must have really needed that.”

I nodded in agreement.

Satisfied with her cleaning she came back over to me and started slowly releasing me. She took hold of my flaccid but sensitive cock and lifted it as she unbound my still-swollen balls. Once they were free she patted them, stood and went behind me. She released my legs and I slowly moved them around to the front of the chair as she untied my wrists.

I sat there, a little stunned, and quite drained.

“That was all good for a start. You’re a quick learner,” I said. I looked over at the clock and realised that she’d had me tied for just over four hours. I was surprised I didn’t feel hungry.

“Would you have done it differently?” She asked.

“How I would have done it is sort of irrelevant. It was great to see, or at least feel, you acting with so much confidence. You took the lead and didn’t falter.”

“Have you been tied like that before? To a chair I mean.” I could see there were going to be lots of questions.

“I’ve been tied in a similar fashion,” I replied. “I’ve been tied more loosely, and more strictly on a couple of occasions.”

“What was done to you?”

“Over the years I’ve been teased, tortured, whipped, used, milked… One lady did tickle me, but only once. Tickling for me is most definitely a hard limit.”

“Do you feel satisfied now?”

“I should ask the same question. You had me tied, therefore the satisfaction should be yours. How I feel shouldn’t be as important. I say it shouldn’t –I’ve always felt that it is. I’ve always liked to try and find a balance and make sure all participants are happy. I enjoyed the anticipation and the frustration, and had a very good orgasm in the end.”

“I know what you mean. I had some very good orgasms and enjoyed myself immensely. I did like ruining your first orgasm. You were twitching away and the cum was just pouring out, there was so much of it. I was worried that I’d overdone it and was really happy when you stayed hard. I was amazed at how much cum you got on my tits at the end and how far you shot over my shoulder. I loved it when you licked me clean. You’re the first person to do that for me. That really turns me on.” Her smile reminded me of the Cheshire cat.

I smiled back at her.

Sara was still on a bit of a high and bounded off into the kitchen. She returned with two coffees. We sat together on the sofa, still naked.

“I hope I don’t sound greedy, but I’d love to try more if you feel up to it?” Her questions seemed to be more of a challenge than one of genuine concern.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Karen said you were very good with impact play. I found all sorts of floggers and paddles and canes when I was in the bedroom. Could you show me how to use them properly?”

“I can, but we should probably shower again, and then sort some food out. I’m not particularly hungry right now but we both need to eat. Once we’ve eaten and chilled for a while, we can have a bit more of a play. You might regret it though. How would you explain bruises to John?”

“He’s away until Monday afternoon and to be honest he’s a bit of a ‘lights off’ man. He probably wouldn’t notice. I never walk around our place naked. I tried it once all he did was frown at me. I do love him but it’s more platonic. I feel bad about it but I’m pretty sure he feels the same way.”

“That sounds sad, but I know what you mean. I’m still friends with my ex-wife, but the spark went out a long time ago. I remember the feeling of loneliness when we were still together.” I felt the conversation was becoming a bit too depressing.

“I haven’t regretted anything yet,” Sara said, smiling. “If you’re going to let me loose with your flogger, maybe you’ll have regrets.”

I smiled at this. “Right, let’s get cleaned up a bit.”

I stood, grabbed my robe and headed for the bathroom. Sara followed close behind. I got a couple of fresh towels from the cupboard, and we waited for the water to warm up before getting in together. It was more or less a repeat of our earlier shower without the urgency. We washed one another, and, as before, Sara spent more time than necessary washing my cock which had me semi-hard, and I spent plenty of time lathering up and rubbing her pussy which had her breathing heavily and shifting her weight from foot to foot again.

Once clean and pleasantly aroused we both wandered into the bedroom to dry ourselves off. I put my robe back on and offered Sara a T-shirt which she declined.

“I love being naked like this, with you,” she said. I was pleasantly surprised by the “with you”.

I headed back down the hallway and Sara lingered in the bedroom, gathering her weapons. She came into the living room and plonked an assortment of floggers and paddles on the floor. She also brought through a cane which she carried under her arm. She placed this, more carefully, perhaps respectfully, standing against the armchair.

After a brief discussion about possible foods, I ordered pizzas. There was over an hour of waiting time. I went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, a Montepulciano as I recall. I brought the bottle and two glasses back into the living room. Sara was standing in the middle of the room swishing the cane through the air.

“We could start practising while we wait for the food,” she suggested.

“I think we should start with something a little gentler,” I replied, taking the cane from her hand and placing it on the armchair. “I only know a few people who can take a cane cold. As with all of these things, it’s best to start slowly and build up to greater things.”

“OK. What should we do then?” She was still bobbing from side to side.

“I reckon we should start with some spanking, then paddle or flogger. The cane, if you can handle it, definitely comes last.”

I sat on the sofa and gestured for her to come over to me. I took her hand and had her lie across my thighs. I placed my hand on her bottom. I did note how beautifully her bottom framed her slightly puffy pussy lips in this position.

I lifted my hand and she flinched, tensing herself. I spanked her quite gently, once on each buttock. She seemed to relax. I repeated the spanks, increasing the force just a little. As she relaxed more it was delightful seeing her bottom quiver. I kept at this until both of her cheeks we starting to glow a nice rosy red. Her pussy lips had swollen more and her juices were visibly starting to flow.

“Right, I’d like you to stand for the next bit,” I said. She quite literally leapt up. She was far too keen.

I got up and, picking up a leather flogger, stood behind her. I placed a hand on her back, so she bent forwards. She naturally placed her hands on her knees.

“The paddles are great if you don’t have big strong hands. I prefer a flogger because you can get more sensations from it.” As I said this, I trailed the leather tails slowly down her back from her shoulder to her backside. I did this to both sides of her body and I’m sure that she quivered.

“You decide if you want it to be painful or not.” As soon as I’d said this, I whipped the tails across her backside. She tensed from the shock but quickly relaxed again.

“You can use a flogger almost anywhere just keep them away from the kidneys, here.” As I said “kidneys”, I stroked the tails across her lower back, just below her ribcage and then gently whipped the tails up between her legs, whipping her pussy. She flinched again.

I then started to wave the flogger from side to side, stinging each buttock in turn. Now and then I’d change the angle and bring the tails up against her pussy. I steadily increased each strike’s speed and left small red marks on each of her buttocks. She was still moving her weight from one foot to the other and I could see her juices running down her thighs. The ends of some of the tails on the flogger had darkened with her wetness.

When her backside started to glow a darker red, I asked her, “Would you like to try the cane now?” I was sure that her endorphins would provide some pain relief.

“Yes, please,” she replied. I did wonder if she’d been caned before.

“Right. You’ll feel me tapping your backside with the cane. Each tap might sting a little. Then you’ll feel a proper stroke. I think we’ll start with three. I want you to count them out loud and say thank you for each one.”

“OK,” she replied. Her voice sounded slightly nervous.

I picked up the cane and started to tap it across both of her buttocks. It would have stung each time. Once I had covered her whole backside with small taps, I raised the cane and brought it down hard on her bottom.

She flinched again and her whole body seemed to tense up.

“One. Thank you.”

I started tapping again, watching the weal start to rise where the cane hard met her flesh. Having covered her backside again I raised the cane for the second time and brought it down with a resounding “swish”, being careful to avoid the initial weal.

“Two. Thank you.” Her voice sounded a little shaky.

I repeated the tapping and then gave her her third stroke of the cane.

“Three. Thank you.” The shakiness seemed to have faded a little.

“Would you like to try more? Go up to six, or maybe twelve strokes?” I asked.

“Si-, no twelve.” Although she hesitated, she sounded confident.

The three welts were already glowing angrily across her backside.

I carried on. Her inner thighs were becoming slick with her juices as the weals slowly increased.

“Four. Thank you.”

“Five. Thank you.”

“Six. Thank you.”

I was running out of space so adjusted my angle. The cane would cross where it had already met her flesh.

“Seven. Thank you.”

“Eight. Thank you.”

Small spots of blood appeared where the welts crossed over one another. The first was already darkening to black.

“Nine. Thank you.”

Ten. Thank you.”

As the tenth stroke crossed her backside, I noticed her quiver. She tensed up a little and adjusted herself, taking her hands from her knees, shaking them, and then replacing them.

I paused as she moved, expecting her to use a safe word, but when none was forthcoming I continued. I had reduced the tapping by now. I maintained the power of each stroke, careful not to add more force.

“Eleven. Thank you.”

“Twelve. Thank you.”

“Well done. Stay exactly as you are for a moment.”

I rushed down the corridor and grabbed a bottle of arnica gel I kept in the bathroom cabinet.

Returning to the living room I found Sara had not moved at all. Her backside was a crisscross of darkening welts. I picked up my phone a snapped a couple of photos.

I then squeezed a healthy glob of gel from the bottle and rubbed it across both of my hands. She flinched once more as her hands touched her flesh, the cold gel immediately providing some relief from the burning. I made sure that I coated her whole backside.

“How was that?” I asked her.

“I’m not sure how to describe it,” she said as she stood up. “It was the most pain I’ve ever felt, but it was so arousing at the same time.” She twisted around trying to look at her bottom. I held up my phone and showed her the photos I’d just taken.

“Wow. That’s fantastic,” she said. “It looks horrible and beautiful at the same time. I think that I actually had an orgasm while you were caning me. I felt it as you gave me the tenth stroke. It was very intense. The pain became a pleasure.”

“There’s a fine line.” Damn, that sounded so corny.

The doorbell rang. Saved by the bell.

The pizza delivery man announced himself on the intercom and I buzzed him in. I went to the front door to collect our food. Sara remained in the living room; I’d half expected her to want to flash the man and expand her experiences further.

I returned to the living room with our food and found Sara sitting somewhat gingerly on a folded towel on the sofa. She’d poured out two glasses of wine. She seemed a little quiet and subdued. Anticipating that she might experience sub drop, a common feeling when endorphins reduce after a high, I asked her if she was OK.

She went from a seemingly low appearance to cheerful in a split second.

“Sorry, I was miles away there. No, I’m fine. I was just thinking about how that cane felt and how I might approach it. Will you let me try it on you?”

“Let’s eat first,” I replied. “If you want to take the reins again you can, once we’ve re-fueled.”

We both tucked into the pizzas and chatted about more mundane things as we ate. Sara wanted to pop back to her place to pick up some bits and pieces so we agreed to head over there in the morning.

She also asked me about porn. She said that she watched a lot of online videos covering a wide range of genres. I confessed that I enjoyed some videos but preferred reading stories as I find they stimulate the imagination more. She said that she struggled to imagine many scenarios without practical experience. I reassured her that I was happy to help her gain whatever practical experience I could. She smiled deeply at this.

Once we had finished eating we relaxed and enjoyed the wine. Sara asked if I could put some porn on the TV. I logged into the Internet viewer, found the site she requested, and handed her the controller. She quickly navigated to the edging category and, as we watched together, asked me,

“What do you like about being edged?”

“It’s mainly the anticipation,” I replied. “The desire to have an orgasm gets stronger and stronger and you don’t know when, or whether, you will be granted release. I’m sure it’s the same for you though?”

“Yes, it is. The desire to have an orgasm can be almost overwhelming and when you actually do cum it can be so intense. It was lovely holding back for you this week, but I’ve never been edged constantly for long. The breaks from morning to evening allowed me to calm down physically, I just felt horny all the time. The anticipation of just seeing you again was good, especially with the photos I had to look at.”

I think I may have blushed a little at this point. I don’t take praise too well. I opted for a slight change of subject.

“So if you are going to try out a bit of impact play how would you like to do it?”

“I’d like to restrain you first if that’s OK? I was thinking either bent over or on all fours. Do you think your coffee table would be strong enough to take your weight?”

My coffee table is a 1970s solid teak table with four sturdy legs. From previous experiences, I knew it was up to the task. I’d been tied to it and on it in several ways over the years.

“Yes. It should be fine,” I replied. “and then what?”

“I’d like to get you nicely tied and then you’ll find out.” She grinned. She was learning fast.

We watched a few more clips with Sara giving a little commentary on some of the techniques. Once I felt I’d digested the meal I stood, took off my robe and asked her how she wanted me.

“Kneel at the end of the table for me, please.”

I knelt and she hurriedly cleared the surface of our glasses and the now empty wine bottle.

She then knelt behind me and pushed my legs apart. As she pushed I shuffled until my knees were as wide apart as the table legs. She took a rope and wrapped it around my leg, just above the knee, and the table leg. She did the same for the other leg. I tested the bonds and I couldn’t bring my legs together.

“Now lean forwards onto the table.”

I did as she instructed, and this lifted my knees slightly off the ground. My full weight was now on my torso as I lay forward. Sara sat on the sofa and, taking another rope she formed a cuff on my left wrist as I had shown her earlier dropping the loose end under the table. She then went around the table and knelt on the floor beside me whilst she made the cuff on my right wrist.

She then went to the end of the table, reached underneath and pulled on the loose ends. My wrists were pulled under the table. She carried on pulling until she was happy that I was stretched out. She tied the right-hand rope to the left-hand leg and vice versa. I had no movement available to me other than my feet which were touching the ground.

I thought she was finished with the ropes now, but I was wrong. She had one more plan up her sleeve; virtual sleeve anyway.

Sara knelt between my feet and took hold of the base of my scrotum. I felt her wrap a rope around it as she had earlier, forming a small cuff. I started to harden. She shuffled backwards and taking the two loose ends, she cocked my feet up towards me and wrapped the ropes around my big toes. Any movement on my feet would now pull down on my balls.

“That looks good,” she said. She stood and patted my backside.

“One last thing,” she said. She came alongside me and, lifting my head slightly, she pushed a cushion under it and then wrapped the blindfold around my head, fastening it tightly.

“Perfect.” She sounded very happy with herself.

I just lay there, waiting, being careful not to move my feet. The rope around my balls was applying adequate pressure on its’ own, and my cock was certainly three-quarters hard.

I sensed Sara moving around me. She picked something up and then came back around me and sat on the sofa. She then rested and crossed her legs on the small of my back. I heard the video clip on the TV change. It sounded like someone was being spanked.

I felt something flat stroking my left buttock. It moved around and then covered my right buttock. Suddenly there was a soft swishing noise and I felt a sting on my backside. I recognised it immediately. She was using a riding crop, It had a small, flat leather loop at the end. The swish repeated and the crop stung my other buttock.

Soon she was raining blow after blow, alternating sides and covering the whole of both of my buttocks slowly. This carried on for the duration of whatever video clip she was watching and into the one that followed. The stinging faded and became a glow which spread across both of my buttocks. I settled and enjoyed the sensations. I must have moved my toes slightly as the pressure on my balls had increased and my cock was now hard.

I don’t know how long she kept this up but before the clip ended Sara stopped and she lifted her legs off of my back. After a few moments, I felt her kneel between my feet. I assumed this was to view her handiwork up close. Perhaps it was, but I then felt a cold, lubricated hand encircle my cock. She stroked up and down my entire length covering me with lube. She slowly increased her grip until she was slowly milking me.

Her hand quickly brought me to full hardness. She was still stroking up and down, my foreskin was pulled right back and kept the same rhythm going. I felt myself nearing orgasm as the head of my cock swelled and became more and more sensitive with every stroke. I wanted to fuck her hand but I couldn’t move. I tensed and felt a greater pressure in my balls as my orgasm came closer. Just as I thought I was at the point of no return she released her grip and my cock just twitched in the air seeking just a little more stimulation.

Sara quickly returned to the sofa, her legs once again resting on my back.

The next sensation was just as familiar as the riding crop. She brought the flogger down on my backside, the tails catching me in many places teasing my glowing flesh. She repeated this, not as rapidly as she had with the crop, but soon developed a steady pace. The tails sometimes caught my swollen balls, just stinging slightly, the pain rapidly turning to pleasure. This maintained my hardness.

I could hear Sara changing clips on the TV but the sensations from the flogger were distracting me, and I couldn’t focus on what she was viewing. I was aware of Sara’s legs across my back, the hardness of my cock, the pressure on my balls and the steady whipping on my backside, nothing else.

I have no idea how long this went on for. My backside was feeling hot when the whipping stopped. I enjoyed the heat.

Sara once again lifted her legs from me and assumed a position between my feet. I felt her cold, lubricated hand once more wrapped around my still-hard cock. It started to move up and down the whole length, lingering as it covered my swollen, sensitive cock head. The motion was slower than before but just as steady. It felt as if I was becoming harder than hard. My sensitivity increased and I felt my cock twitch as if seeking even more. Once again my orgasm approached. My balls ached for release, more pressure as they seemed to fight against the stimulation. My whole body tensed and she let go again.

My cock bounced up and down, defeated. It’s hard to explain how much I wanted to cum at that point. I remained tense. I longed for Sara’s touch once more. I needed her to take me over the edge and milk me dry. It wasn’t to be.

Sara returned to the sofa. This time I only felt one leg placed across my back, the physical contact so pleasurable. Then, over the sound of the TV, I heard the familiar buzzing from earlier. Sara had the wand massager again. I imagined her stroking herself with it. I longed for the release that she would soon enjoy.

Her leg moved on my back. It quivered. I then felt a tapping on my backside, across both of my buttocks. Up and down the tapping travelled as Sara’s movements increased. The buzzing noise seemed to get louder as she pressed it against herself and then the swish of the cane. It felt like fire across my backside.

“One,” she said, letting out a moan. She started tapping my backside again. “You’ll get one stroke each time I cum.” She sounded slightly breathless.

The movements of her leg across my back increased. She seemed to be rubbing against me, increasing the physical contact. I felt her tense again. There was another swish and the cane met my backside again, the pain once again burning through me. I was grateful for her distraction. Her orgasm must have weakened the blow slightly, or perhaps my endorphins were doing their job.

“Two. I hope that cock is still nice and hard.” The tapping had started again. It stung more every time she caught the welts.

I felt her leg start to quiver again. I tried to stay relaxed but as I felt her tense I braced myself for the next stroke. The buzzing deepened again followed by the swish of the cane. The burning stroke felt higher. I was grateful that she missed her earlier effort.

“Three. I want that cock inside me.”

Perhaps she would stop and release me to satisfy her desire?

The tapping persisted, still stinging but spreading a pleasurable glow. Her leg moved again, rubbing against me with what felt like urgency. Again the buzzing deepened and she let out another low moan. Swish.

“Four. You’re making me wait. I want that cock now. I have to punish you.”

I felt myself drifting, all sensations seemed to grow and take me over. The leg across my back, constantly moving, seemed to become a part of me. The constant tapping, the stinging, spread through my body. My swollen balls and aching cock hanging down had me feeling larger as my longing for release and relief grew.

The movement on my back pushed me further down, deeper into myself. Sara’s rapid breathing seemed to match my own. Swish. My cock twitched as the glow spread, making me swell.

“Five. My pussy is so wet. Don’t you want to fuck me?” There was a longing in her voice.

I felt my cock twitch again. It bounced below me, seeking stimulation, wanting to be buried deep inside her. The tapping continued. Sara kept up the rhythm as her leg trembled, driving into me. Another low moan and I felt juices hit Starzbet Giriş my side, the moan deepened. Swish.

“Six. Why are you making me wait?”

The tapping stopped. I felt Sara’s leg lift away from my back. I sensed her move around me and then felt her kneel between my feet once more.

My cock throbbed as she wrapped her cold, wet hand around it. She rubbed up and down my length again, smearing lubricant over my entire length, circling the head, my foreskin permanently retracted. The glow from my backside merged with the swelling in my cock as she stroked me. Her hand felt so small against the skin of my engorged flesh. My being seemed to become the longing in my cock.

She maintained a steady movement up and down. I wanted to fuck her hand. I could feel my orgasm slowly rising.

“I want this cock. I want your cum dripping from my pussy.” In my mind’s eye, all I could see was my cock driving in and out of her, our combined juices flowing from her. Her small hand stroked up and down. I longed for more pressure, for her to squeeze, to milk me. Suddenly she just let go. Again my cocked twitched and bounced seeking contact.

“First, I have to finish, and I want you to count. Six more. Count down from six and be sure to thank me for each stroke.”

I felt her move away from me.

She held the cane against my backside and started to tap again. Swish.

“Six. Thank you.” My voice was a little shaky.

Swish

“Five. Thank you.”

Swish

“Four. Thank you.”

Swish

“Three. Thank you.” I came very close to using a safeword. Sara must have caught a previous welt because the pain seemed to be multiplied. She didn’t pause.

Swish

“Two. Thank you.” My throat felt dry.

Swish

“One. Thank you.” It was over. At least, the pain was over. I lay still. The burning in my backside slowly subsided to a glow. Sara followed my example and I felt a cold gel being applied gently to my welts – I knew there were welts because I could feel the undulation as her hands gently massaged the gel all over my buttocks.

“OK,” she said. “Let’s get you up from there.”

I felt the ropes pulling on my wrists become loose and I flexed my arms just to get the circulation back. Sara carefully took each arm and manoeuvred them slowly so my wrists met in the small of my back. I felt her tying the ropes together.

She then released my legs and helped me up so I was kneeling upright. She didn’t loosen the ropes attaching my balls to my big toes and I felt the pressure as I rose up.

Taking hold of my still-swollen cock she steered me around to face the sofa. I shuffled on my knees, every movement pulling my balls back between my legs. She guided me so I was kneeling between her legs. My cock had softened slightly but soon hardened up again in her grasp.

She pulled me forward and I shuffled more.

I felt her rubbing my sensitive, swollen cock head again her pussy. She was so wet. She slowly pulled me forward more and I met no resistance as I was guided into her waiting hole. She felt hot, wet and tight.

Once she was fully impaled on my cock she said,

“Right. Fuck me.”

I pulled my cock out, almost all the way and then thrust right in as deeply as I could. My balls were pulled back by the ropes and I felt an ache but carried on, developing a steady pace as I thrust in and out of her. Sara lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, avoiding my glowing buttocks, Her legs pulled me deeper into her as I thrust forwards.

She moaned and I felt her muscles tighten around my cock as her orgasm grew. Despite the pulling on my balls, my over-sensitive cock was enjoying the stimulation and I felt my long overdue orgasm approaching.

Sara started to quiver and her breathing increased.

“Fuck me. Fill me. I want your cum.”

I kept up my pace, thrusting into her as hard as I could. I felt her muscles spasm around my cock as she started to cum. I wasn’t far behind and I felt my stomach tense involuntarily as my orgasm literally exploded from me and I shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her pussy. I kept my pace and carried on thrusting for as long as I could until I was completely spent.

Fortunately, Sara had reached her limit too and I felt her take hold of my arms and pull me down to her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and hugged me tightly, my cock still deeply embedded in her.

As her breathing slowed she quietly said,

“Damn, I love your cock. I could become an addict.” Even in my slightly battered and worn-out state, I smiled.

I’m not sure how long we remained like that. It felt like it took ages for my cock to start to soften. As it did she released with from her hug and slowly pushed my head downwards. I sneakily kissed her breast as I slid down her body.

She guided my head until my mouth met with her swollen pussy lips.

“Clean me,” were her only words.

I lapped at her pussy. The taste of our combined juices flowing from her was intoxicating. In this position the pressure on my balls was gone so I focussed and made sure I licked every bit of her, dipping my tongue as deeply into her as I could, swallowing the mixture of juices. Once I was sure I had cleared every bit I worked up to her clit and circled it gently.

“Oh my god,” she said, placing her hands on the back of my head.

I carried on teasing her clit with my tongue. I sucked it into my mouth and massaged it as hard as I could. Now and then I’d pull back a little and lick all the way from her puckered little arsehole back up to her clit. She maintained the pressure on the back of my head until she started to quiver. Her orgasm soon took over and I kept switching between tonguing her hole and sucking her clit.

As she came her whole body seemed to spasm and she flooded my face with her juices and any remnant of my cum that had hidden deep inside her. I carried on licking and swallowed as much as I could. Her orgasm just kept on going so I kept on licking and sucking until she gently pushed me away.

“No more, please,” she said. She pulled me forward so my head was resting on her belly and held me there.

We stayed like this until her breathing settled.

Once she was rested, she pushed me upwards and slid out from underneath me. I felt her behind me firstly untying the ropes from my big toes and then she released my wrists. She then came around in front of me and gently lifted my cock to unbind my balls. I felt her sit down in front of me, her knees on either side of my hips and she lifted the blindfold from my eyes.

I blinked a few times until my sight cleared. She was just sitting there smiling deeply at me. I smiled back. We were having a moment, fuelled by the intensity of our activities.

“Kiss me,” she said.

I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. She kissed me back. It was one of those shared, lingering kisses. Nearly passionate but not quite. Amazingly my cock hardened slightly as we kissed, nudging against her pussy.

As we broke away from one another she said

“Can we just chill for a bit?”

I felt like I had nothing left so the request was very welcome indeed. It was well past ten o’clock.

“Of course we can,” I replied.

I sat next to her on the sofa, and she curled up next to me. I picked up the TV controller and turned off the porn that was still playing. I can’t remember what we watched but we did so in silence. When the program ended, I suggested we head to bed.

I lay on my back in bed with Sara cuddling up to my side. She rested her hand on my cock which was still surprisingly sensitive. Although I hardened, we both drifted off to sleep quite quickly.

SATURDAY

When I woke the next morning, I was feeling surprisingly refreshed. Sara was still fast asleep beside me. I carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb her and, having used the bathroom, went along to the kitchen and made coffee. While the kettle boiled, I tidied up a little in the living room. I sorted out the pile of ropes and tidied all the toys into a neat pile.

I brought my coffee through into the living room and relaxed on the sofa. I did enjoy the peace and quiet, I was too used to living alone.

Rachel messaged me to let me know she’d pick me up at around eleven to go shopping. Not my favourite pastime but Rachel and I have been friends for nearly twenty years. We actually started out dating, but it quickly became apparent that we were far better than just friends.

Sara wandered into the living room as I was replying to her message.

“Good morning sleepy head”, I said as I typed away on my phone.

“Good morning”, she replied, smiling. “Anything interesting?” Sara gestured to the phone in my hand.

“Just Rachel. She’s picking me up in a couple of hours. I imagine I’ll be dragged around a fair few clothes shops. At least it’s her turn to get lunch.”

“That sounds like fun. Can I tag along?”

I added a message to Rachel asking if she minded extra company on our outing. I added that lunch would be on me as a sweetener. I received an affirmative reply almost immediately.

Sara had drifted into the kitchen and returned with 2 mugs of coffee and toast.

“Looks like you’re coming shopping,” I said as I took the steaming mug from her.

“Brilliant. I hate shopping alone and I need a few things. Some underwear would be good. I have brought any with me. What’s Rachel like?”

I explained that we were about the same age and that she and I had been partners briefly almost 20 years ago. Rachel was pretty well 100% submissive so we didn’t work well together. I could certainly satisfy her needs but she couldn’t take the reins, so we decided to just be friends, and had been ever since.

Sarah asked if Rachel still “played”. I told her that I didn’t know. As friends, it wasn’t something we discussed. She’d had partners over the last 20 years but was currently single. We focussed on our friendship and rarely talked about what was going on with others. I’d been a shoulder to cry on a couple of times.

Time was moving on and I certainly needed a shower before I could go anywhere. Being the gentleman I asked Sara if she wanted to use the bathroom first.

“No. You go ahead. I’ll tidy up a little bit more and go after you.”

I enjoyed my shower and took the opportunity to deal with the stubble around my cock. Once clean and feeling refreshed I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into the bedroom.

Sara was sitting on the bed. She’d brought all the ropes and toys back in from the living room. She was studying the cock cage that Karen had bought for me. She’d found it amongst the toys.

“Did I see this on the dresser at the hotel?” she asked.

“Possibly”, I replied. “I was blindfolded at the time”. I grinned at the memory.

“Would you wear it for me while we’re out today?”

I confess the thought of having it on while with Rachel there made me a little uncomfortable. We’d separated that part of our lives so very long ago. I think little head took over from big head though, and after all, it wouldn’t be visible under my jeans so only Sara and I would know I was wearing it.

“OK. Yes, I’ll wear it. But don’t go making Rachel uncomfortable. It can be our dirty little secret.”

Sara beamed at me as she fumbled with the padlock. She handed me the cage with the padlock undone. She kept hold of the keys.

“Here. You put in on while I get showered.”

Sara headed off to the bathroom and I dressed having secured myself in the cage. Wearing it under jeans was quite different to jogging bottoms. Everything felt a little bit tighter. I was very aware of the confinement.

I went back into the living room whilst Sara showered and made herself presentable. She’d made herself busy while I was showering as the room looked completely vanilla.

It wasn’t long before Sara finished washing and she joined me in the living room.

She sat next to me and placed her hand on my crotch, squeezing slightly.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Quite tight,” I replied. I could feel myself swelling to fill the cage.

“Well, these bloody jeans are rubbing against my clit every time I move. I must be a bit overly sensitive from all our playing. I’ll be soaking wet before we get to town.”

Just then my phone rang. Rachel was outside waiting for us. We both grabbed our jackets and headed down to meet her.

The drive was relatively quiet after we’d done introductions. We headed to an outlet place just on the edge of town. We parked up and headed in together.

One of the first stores was a Calvin Klein underwear shop. The girls made a beeline for it. I excused myself from the potential torture and went to the shoe shop next door. I didn’t need shoes but I did want to avoid the possible arousal from 2 girls going through bras and knickers and asking for my opinion – Sara would be teasing me on purpose and Rachel wouldn’t know what was going on. I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall though.

I tried on a couple of pairs of shoes just to kill time. I did end up buying a pair of walking boots. Winter was coming and my old boots had seen better days.

I left the shop as Sara and Rachel walked out of the underwear store, both with carrier bags. They were chatting away. I was surprised that they seemed to be getting on so well.

We wandered through a few more shops. Rachel picked up a few blouses for work. Sara seemed more focused on casual wear. They carried on talking about this and that. Now and then I’d be asked my opinion on an item, knowing that my thoughts would count for little. I was demoted to bag carrier.

We nearly walked past Fat Face but Sara stopped and dragged us both inside. I had a look at the menswear as Rachel and Sara picked out a few tops and skirts. They both headed to the changing rooms at the back of the store. I stood and waited for them with their bags.

The shop was busy and the girls opted to share a changing booth. I could hear them continue to talk as they tried on their findings. Suddenly Sara pulled back the curtain saying “What do you think of this?”

She was stood there in a skirt and blouse, turning from side to side, seemingly seeking my approval. I noted that she was braless under the blouse and that her nipples were very obviously hard beneath the thin material. Rachel was behind her, to her left. She was wearing nothing but a high-cut thong; the material was almost translucent. I could make out a landing strip of short hairs contained within. Her nipples were dark and very hard. It was almost as if she was unaware that I was there.

I spluttered a little, distracted by Rachel’s nudity. I hadn’t seen her like that for a long, long time. I felt myself immediately harden in the confines of my cage.

“It’s very nice”, was all I managed to say. Rachel seemed to ignore that I was there. She turned to pick up a similar blouse and dressed as if I wasn’t there.

Sara closed the curtain, and I heard hushed whispers as they carried on trying their clothes on.

They weren’t in there for much longer. A pile of clothes was placed on the rail by the changing area. Leaving together with me following behind they handed a bunch of tags to the cashier. Sara was wearing the outfit she’d shown me, now with her jacket hiding her bralessness. She had a bundle of clothes under her arm which she placed in one of the bags I was carrying.

After the ladies had paid we left the shop and headed to the diner-style restaurant across the courtyard. Sara headed straight for one of the empty booths and Rachel sat next to her. I sat opposite next to all the shopping bags.

As we looked at the menu, Sara and Rachel both removed their jackets and handed them across to me so I could pile them on top of the bags. I quickly noticed that they were now wearing matching blouses and were both braless. My cock hardened and filled my cage. Their nipples were hard and on display.

Sara was directly opposite me and I felt her foot between my legs. She proceeded to rub my inner thigh with her toes, pausing to apply pressure to my caged cock which was most definitely straining against its confines.

The conversation between the three of us whilst we ordered and waited for our food was laced with innuendoes from the girls. They appeared to be competing to see how many times they could use the words “hard”, “wet”, and “satisfy” to name but a few. All the while Sara kept her foot moving between my legs. I did find it difficult to follow their lines of conversation due to the distractions. Rachel was most definitely in on the joke.

Even with the cage, I had a pronounced bulge in my jeans when we stood to leave the diner. As I stood there with the bags, acting the gentleman to let them leave before me, both Sara and Rachel made a point of rubbing against me as they passed.

I followed the girls for what seemed like hours as they carried on shopping. The innuendoes carried on flowing.

In a shoe shop, I was treated to a very pleasant upskirt view from Sara who was evidently not wearing any underwear. Rachel tried on a pair of ridiculously high-heeled shoes and asked me what I thought as she modelled them, hands on hips holding her jacket open, her nipples visible bouncing beneath her blouse as she marched towards me.

I spent the rest of the outing as hard as I could be allowing for the cage.

I was quite relieved when our little outing came to an end. The drive home was brief and the conversation was more light-hearted. When we reached my apartment block I went to the boot and picked out Sara’s bags, leaving Rachels for her to take home. The girls chatted whilst I did this. We then said our farewells and Rachel headed off, leaving Sara and I to wander back to my flat, with me still loaded up with bags.

As soon as we entered the flat we both headed straight into the living room and, dumping the shopping bags on the floor, flopped down together on the sofa.

“So what was going on with you and Rachel?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” replied Sara innocently.

“Well flashing Rachel in the changing booth, nipples at lunch and those awful innuendoes.”

“OK. I’ll come clean” said Rachel “While we were picking out undies, I told Rachel I had you in a cock cage. I said it would be fun to tease you a little bit. I asked her if she was game, and it turns out she was.”

“Well, it all makes sense now, but Rachel and I haven’t done anything kinky together since we were a couple. We’ve been pretty well strictly platonic for nearly 20 years.” I was surprised that Sara had got Rachel to agree so easily.

“She wasn’t playing with you. She was playing with me today.” Sara explained. “Anyway, enough chatter. I want to get you out of that cage and have a bit more fun.”

Well, I wasn’t going to argue with her.

“Get your clothes off. I need to get some bits and bobs from the bedroom.”

I didn’t waste any time undressing and Sara wasn’t away for long. She returned with my bag of ropes and a blindfold.

She gestured for me to sit on the coffee table.

I didn’t hesitate.

She went down on her knees and moved my legs so they were on either side of the end of the table. Taking a rope she carefully bound my ankles to the table legs. I couldn’t bring my legs together at all.

She then pushed me backwards, so I was lying with my head at the other end of the table. Taking my arms, she bound each wrist and then pulled them below the table. She tied my wrist ropes together below me, so I was cuffed to the table. I had a bit of movement in my arms.

Gently lifting my head she positioned a cushion under me and then pulled the blindfold over my head rendering me sightless.

I could sense that she’d sat down and felt her take hold of now swollen balls. My cock responded rapidly to her touch, filling the cage.

“Seems such a shame to set him free,” she said as she stroked me through the cage.

I felt her fingers on the padlock and heard the familiar “click” as she released me. My cock swelled more and pushed the cage away from me. I felt her sliding it off. She struggled to get the ring off but after a little pushing and squeezing my cock was finally free.

She gripped my cock and massaged my balls. I was so hard I was aching.

I could feel her pulling my balls downwards and then wrapping rope around my scrotum. I felt a constant pressure on my balls as she fed the rope under the table and attached it to the rope between my wrists. I could still move but any movement would apply more pressure on my aching balls.

Sara started to stroke my cock up and down. I knew it would be more difficult for me to cum with my balls pulled down but the sensations were lovely. She didn’t need any lube. I was producing plenty of pre-cum.

I froze when I heard a key in my front door. The only other people with keys were Rachel and my landlord and I wasn’t entirely happy with either of them finding me in this state.

“Perfect timing,” said Sara, releasing my cock. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes please” came the reply. It was Rachel. I was a little relieved.

“Sit down. Make yourself at home”, said Sara.

Whilst effectively blind I could sense Rachel sitting on the sofa near my head.

“It looks like you’re having fun,” said Rachel. I wasn’t sure if this was directed at me or Sara.

Sara called out from the kitchen, “Yes. Doesn’t he look great like that? Could you make sure he stays nice and hard for me? I won’t be a mo.”

I heard Sara walk up the hallway and the bathroom door close. I felt Rachel slide her way down the sofa and then a cool hand encircled my aching cock. I hadn’t softened at all but felt myself throb as Rachel took hold of me. She teased the exposed head of my cock with her thumb as she squeezed and released me.

The bathroom door opened and Sara returned via the kitchen. Rachel released my cock and returned to her former position nearer my head.

“Thank you. I hope red’s OK?” Sara must have poured them each a wine.

Sara sat down and lay her legs across my thigh. Her toes started teasing my aching cock as she chatted with Rachel, almost as if I wasn’t in the room.

“Thanks for a lovely afternoon, and thanks, of course, for your help, “ said Sara.

“No, thank you. It was fun. I haven’t had fun like that in a long while.” Rachel replied.

“Well, I did promise you a good spanking if you helped me and I’ll make good on my promise when you’ve finished your drink, if you like?”

“That sounds delightful. Was there anything else you’d like to do?” Rachel asked.

“Oh. I have a few ideas I think you will enjoy. Have you ever been caned?”

“No, I haven’t. It kind of scares me. Can we see how I feel after you’ve spanked me?” Rachel replied.

This surprised me. All those years ago when Rachel and I played together she was adamant that she would never be caned. The toes playing with my cock were a major distraction, but I was enjoying being there on display for two lovely ladies.

“Of course we can. You finished that drink quickly. Please stand and undress for me. You should refer to me as Mistress from now on.” Sara’s voice took on a surprising air of authority. Even given my predicament I was quite impressed. My cock ached as she continued to tease me with her toes.

“Yes Mistress” came Rachel’s response.

I felt Rachel stand and truth be told I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see her disrobe. She’d had a great body 20 years ago and since then had kept herself fit, regularly visiting the gym and taking numerous dance classes.

Sara too stood at this point and my very hard cock was left waving in the air.

“Ok. Let me position you before I add a few ropes for good measure. Please stand astride the coffee table.”

I felt a leg brush my body as Rachel stood over me. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Then I felt the weight of her body slowly lowered onto my own. Her breasts, a firm set of b-cups pressed against my chest – her nipples were as hard as bullets as they pressed against me.

Rachel shuffled downwards until I felt the hairs from her neat landing strip rubbing against my pubic bone. The heat from her pussy was on my cock which throbbed to her touch. I felt a hand push my cock until it was snuggly between Rachel’s buttocks.

More ropes were added to my ankles and I felt Rachel shift a little as her ankles were secured to mine. The heat from her pussy seemed to grow and as she moved I became aware of her wetness against me, trickling onto me.

Then I felt Sara move and she brushed against my shoulder as she was tying Rachel’s wrists below the table. I had effectively become a very aroused whipping horse. Rachel lay her head on my right shoulder, her hair against my neck.

Rachel stood “Are you comfortable”, she asked.

“Yes Mistress” came the reply.

“Good. You told me earlier you would normally get 50 smacks. We’ll start with 50 and I want you to count them out loud for me.” I was surprised by this as she didn’t get 50 from me!

I was aware of Sara moving around in the room and then suddenly the sound of the first smack. Rachel flinched slightly and called out “One”. The smacking continued and I could tell from Rachel’s movement that Sara was alternating buttocks for each strike.

After 10 or so Rachel started to writhe and wriggle a little and I was very aware of her hot, wet pussy rubbing again the base of my cock. As the numbers grew so did Rachel’s movements and the moisture between her legs seemed to flow onto me. I was aware of her juices trickling onto my balls and between my buttocks. I imagine I was adding to this with pre-cum as she rubbed against my cock which was still throbbing against her.

A couple of times Sara’s hand also met with the head of my cock as she struck. It was only really her fingertips so there was no pain. We she reached 50 Rachel continued to writhe, pushing herself down again my cock, stimulating herself, and me. Her breathing was heavy as if she was approaching orgasm.

“Do you think you can handle the cane?” Sara asked.

“Yes Mistress” There was no pause before Rachel’s response. She was still rubbing her pussy against my very hard cock.

“I’ll start gently but make sure you count the strokes clearly for me. Lift yourself a little, I need to get this cock out of the way.”

I felt Rachel lift her pussy up a little and a hand went round my cock. As Rachel lifted the hand guided my swollen cock head, rubbing it against the wetness of Rachel’s pussy before pushing and guiding me into her warmth. Rachel moaned as she lowered herself, impaling herself until our pubic bones ground against each other again.

I heard and felt the familiar tapping of the cane against Rachel’s buttocks. I was trying to focus on not cumming, buried deep in Rachel as I was.

There was a swish as the cane came down for its’ first stroke.

Rachel cried out “One” and I felt her tense up both on top of me and around my cock. She writhed and ground herself against me, seeking more stimulation.

Another swish, another cry. I felt Rachel start to orgasm, her muscles tensing up and down the length of my swollen and sensitive cock.

As the cane continued to strike, she counted and moaned as her orgasm gripped her. Her constant movement was too much for me and felt myself explode deep inside her. My cum flooded out of me to mix with her juices as she writhed around me. Her movements continued even after the twelfth stroke, milking me beyond sensitivity. I lost none of my hardness as she fucked herself using my cock. I was still hard even when she slowly became still, her breathing heavy against my shoulder.

I lost track of time. It could have been seconds or minutes before I heard Sara speak.

“You two need to get cleaned up.”

I felt Sara releasing Rachel from her bonds. I was still tightly secured.

Rachel lifted herself off me. My cock was still pointing skywards and now felt cold having been released from her warm, wet embrace.

Rachel moved off me only to return as I felt her legs once more straddling the table. I felt her lower herself and her now wet landing strip met with my chin before her pussy was planted against my awaiting mouth. Her body lowered and she took my still-aching cock into her mouth. It was warm again as she started to suck and lick me.

I licked too as our combined juices started to flow from her. I licked and swallowed, the stream seemed endless. My cock responded to her attention, and I felt it throb and swell in her mouth. I was amazed that I might have the capacity to cum again so soon.

I focussed on her pussy, licking and teasing her swollen clit. She moaned into my cock and my cock twitched. As her pussy started to contract with another orgasm the juices were expelled from her and I struggled to keep up with the flow. My cock twitched and I sent another jet of cum into her, this time to be swallowed as my cock touched the back of her throat. The restraints on my balls stopped me from thrusting upwards.

I kept licking until we were both still again. I teased her now overly sensitive and very swollen clit gently causing her to twitch and moan. I felt my cock finally start to soften in her mouth as her tongue continued to tease the head.

I’d forgotten that Sara was in the room, watching over us.

“Well done my little subs. That was perfect” she said.

Rachel lifted herself releasing my now flaccid cock from her mouth. I was aware of both women moving around the room. I felt hands slowly lifting the blindfold from me and I opened and closed my eyes a few times trying to get accustomed to the light.

Rachel was now sitting, somewhat gingerly, on the sofa wearing my bathrobe. Sara walked around the table and took up her position on the sofa again. Once more she put her legs across my thigh and her toes teased my now soft cock. She was smiling broadly, evidently proud of herself.

“So how was that?” she asked Rachel.

Rachel paused before responding. “It certainly scratched an itch. The cock was a pleasant addition which I hadn’t expected. I’m not sure I could have handled the cane without it. Being licked clean afterwards was a massive turn-on. Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

“I’m glad that Andrew was able to be a positive addition to things,” said Sarah. “I didn’t tell him you’d be joining us but was pretty sure he’d have no problem with it given your history. You did say you didn’t feel comfortable with him seeing you naked after all this time. If you want to play more he won’t be allowed to see unless you say it’s OK.”

“It really turned me on knowing that he couldn’t see me. If we do play more, and right now I think it’s highly likely that we will, I think the blindfold should stay on when I’m naked, for now anyway.” Rachel smiled at me as she said this. I remember that she did like to tease when we were together and this was just an extension of that. I was a little surprised at how keen she seemed

“Well, we all probably need a rest from spanking and flogging and caning this weekend.” Said Sara. “We all have enough marks right now. If you’re game and Andrew doesn’t mind I’m sure we can play again sometime soon. If you enjoy teasing I have a couple of ideas I’d like to try out on Andrew tomorrow if you’re free? I could do with an assistant.”

Again Rachel paused before responding. Maybe this was all too quick for her. It turned out she was just thinking.

“I have a few things to do in the morning but could come over after lunch if that’s any good?”

“Perfect,” Sara replied. “Just let yourself in. I’m sure Andrew won’t mind. He won’t be in any position to complain.” She grinned broadly as she said this. My cock twitched at the thought. The constant movement of her toes was beginning to affect me.

I noticed Rachel was watching my cock harden. She realised that I was looking at her and blushed slightly.

“It’s getting late. I should make a move.” Rachel stood and started to gather her clothes. “I’ll dress in the bedroom.”

Rachel left the room and Sara just carried on teasing my now hard cock with her toes.

“You don’t mind if Rachel joins us again tomorrow, do you?” Sara asked me.

“No, not at all,” I replied. “As long as she’s OK with it. I would hate to damage our friendship in any way, but we’ve managed to get through a fair bit in the years we’ve known each other. I’m very curious as to what you have in mind for me.”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Said Sara as she stood up and left the room.

I heard the girls talking in the bedroom but couldn’t quite make out what was being said. I heard light laughter as they returned down the hall.

“Right. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Said Rachel. She bent over and kissed the head of my cock and then turned to hug Sara. Sara escorted her to the door.

When she returned Sara was smiling broadly again. “It is getting late. Maybe I should set you free.”

My cock was still hard but I was feeling tired by now. My shoulders were a little achy.

Sara moved around me quite quickly releasing my bonds. She left the rope around by balls till the end.

I sat up slowly, moving my shoulders to reduce the ache. When I stood I was aware that my scrotum was hanging low beneath my now semi-hard cock. Sara took hold of my balls and massaged them. My cock reacted surprisingly quickly to her touch.

“If you’ve got anything left in these I’d like you to take me to bed and fuck me.” She said, looking at me in the eyes, still smiling.

“I think I can manage that,” I replied.

Sara led me to the bedroom still holding my balls. I made myself comfortable while she undressed and joined me. The fucking she requested was more slow love-making than fucking. She came a couple of times before I reached my peak again. She pushed me downwards as my cock softened saying she didn’t want to sleep in a wet patch. I dutifully licked her clean teasing one last orgasm from her.

We drifted off to sleep with her spooning me. Her arm was wrapped around me, her hand cradling my now soft cock.

SUNDAY

I woke on Sunday morning to the very pleasant sensation of Sara cuddled up to me, stroking my cock. Little head had obviously woken up before big head.

“Good morning,” I said as I kissed her brow.

“Good morning sleepy head” she replied. “I fancy a really big breakfast.”

“Sounds good, but I know what I’d like first,” I said as I rolled around to face her.

Sara kept hold of my now aching cock and said

“That will have to wait. Patience is a virtue, you know? And I want you to wait for a little while.”

Sara rolled away from me, releasing my cock.

“Come on. Let’s get a shower and hit Wetherspoons. My treat. We can talk without so many distractions.”

I was still not used to sharing my shower in the morning but the prospect of lathering up Sara’s naked body was encouragement enough. We washed each other thoroughly with Sara spending just a little longer than was comfortable soaping my cock. I was very close to shooting my first load of the day when she just stopped and left me hanging.

“There’s plenty of time for that later,” she said.

We dried off in the bathroom and she led me back into the bedroom by my still-hard cock.

“No underwear today,” she said. “It’ll keep us focused.”

I had to push my cock to the side to do my jeans up. She smiled at my obvious discomfort.

“Come on, it’ll be worth the wait. I promise. I think we need to have a talk this morning.”

That sounded a bit ominous.

Sara dressed in her jeans and another blouse that did little to hide her nipples. They seemed permanently hard.

We took my car. The drive to the pub was short but Sara did insist on resting her hand on my thigh, her little finger stroking against my cock confined under the denim. I was still hard when we parked and adjusted myself a little as I got out of the car.

She took my hand and we walked to the pub just chatting casually.

The pub wasn’t busy and we sat at a table far enough from the other patrons to allow pretty well any Starzbet Güncel Giriş conversation.

While I looked down the Menu Sara pulled out her phone and started tapping away.

“Right. I’ve ordered mine. What are you having?”

“I’ll have the traditional breakfast and a coffee, please” I didn’t want to seem greedy and go for the large breakfast.

Sara tapped away a little bit more.

“All ordered. I’ve added a couple of extra eggs to yours. I’ve read that protein is good for sperm production.” She grinned broadly as she said this.

“Sounds like a good idea. I need all the help I can get.” I replied, smiling back at her.

There was an awkward silence at this point. I didn’t want Sara to feel uncomfortable so I asked her

“What did you want to discuss?”

“I have so many thoughts going through my head right now it’s hard to know where to start.” She replied. “So far this weekend has been brilliant and mind-blowing and eye-opening. I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have.”

I nodded but allowed her to continue.

“When I was messaging Karen in the week she told me that you are a switch rather than being a dom or a sub. She said your get-togethers had more or less alternated with you taking it in turns to plan and control the situation.”

“Yes.” I nodded in agreement.

“It’s hard for me to make any true judgements after such a short time but I do know from what we’ve tried in the past couple of days that I really enjoy the control. I did enjoy the spanking and caning you gave me. That was such a rush, but I think, if we carry on seeing each other, I’d like to focus more on the domme side of things if that’s OK with you?”

“I don’t have an issue with that,” I replied. “As I think I mentioned before, when I started I was far more into the dom side of things. It was quite a while before I was even comfortable switching but it sort of helped me find a balance. In the greater scheme of things I should probably submit a lot more than I have just to balance things up.”

Sara was smiling deeply at me as I spoke. I smiled back.

“I don’t want to seem too forward and I know it’s very early days, but would you like to keep seeing me?” Sara sounded a little nervous when she asked this.

“I’d be happy to as long as it doesn’t cause you any problems with John, and I don’t want a jealous boyfriend turning up on my doorstep.”

Sara’s nervousness seemed to dissipate at my reply.

“That’s excellent. I’d really like to see more of you, and I do have to do something about John. I don’t want you to feel any responsibility for that. I think I’ve been putting off the inevitable for quite some time. I don’t want to hurt him but he must know it’s not really working.”

Our food arrived at this point which slowed conversation as we ate. I hadn’t realised quite how hungry I was. I cleared my plate before Sara even though she had less than me.

“I like to see a clean plate, good boy,” Sara remarked. That made me smile.

“Well, I’ve certainly built up an appetite this weekend.”

Sara smiled at this. “You’ll need your strength today.” She winked as she said this.

“What do you have in store for me?” I asked casually.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. I meant to ask about involving other people. I know you’re OK with Rachel but what about other women, and maybe men?”

“I think we should discuss any opportunities with others as they arise. I’m sure it will normally be fine but it pays to be a little careful. We need to explore each other’s limits before getting into anything that might over-stretch either of us.” I didn’t want her to damage her confidence by pushing anything too far.

“That makes sense to me,” she replied. “I didn’t mean straight away. Just food for thought really. I do like to let my imagination run wild but converting fantasy into reality can be difficult, or even impossible, sometimes.”

I knew what she meant. I noted how she and I were similar in so many ways.

The conversation drifted to more trivial matters at this point and having finished our coffees we were ready to leave.

As we stood Sara came up to me and kissed me. She gripped my now soft cock with her hand as she did so.

“That won’t do. I want you nice and hard for me.”

I hardened slightly at the thought and the roughness of my jeans stimulated me as we returned to my car. With further manual encouragement as we drove back to my flat I was fully hard by the time we pulled up.

As we walked to the building Sara held my hand.

“When we get inside, I’d like you to go and undress in the bedroom and then go and wait for me in the living room. I have an idea for a tie I’d like to try but you may have to talk me through how to do it.”

I said that was fine and we headed inside. I quickly undressed and headed for the living room. Sara took her time in the bedroom. When she joined me she was wearing my bathrobe and carrying quite a lot of rope. I wondered what she had in mind.

She dropped all the ropes on the sofa and came over to me. She took hold of my cock which had started to soften slightly.

“I want to keep your cock nice and hard. And I want to tie your arms behind your back using a box tie. I saw it on a site in the week and I liked how it looked.”

“No problem, I know the box tie,” I replied.

Sara just stood there milking my cock. I was fully erect and pre-cum was starting to flow from my cock. She just kept going until my cock twitched. If she hadn’t stopped I’m not sure I could have held my orgasm back.

“Right. Let’s get started”, she said, picking up a long rope. My cock carried on twitching as she folded the rope in half and moved behind me.

She started by wrapping the rope around my elbows and pulling them closer together. I explained that the knots needed to be central for the tie to work properly. She bound my elbows a couple of times and then wrapped the rope around my upper arms, nearer my armpits.

“How does this stay up? It looks like you could easily wriggle out of it.” She asked.

“I could. The trick is to pass a rope over each shoulder to hold it in place.” I replied.

I gestured using my head where she could run the ropes and she picked it up quickly. She then brought the rope down and bound my wrists together. She did a really good job. The tie was tight but not so tight as to restrict my circulation.

“Are you going to be able to escape?” She asked.

I wriggled a little. “No. I think you’ve got me.”

She came back around to my front and took hold of my cock again. I was still hard and there was a fair amount of pre-cum on the swollen head of my cock.

“Let’s make it a little more interesting,” she said.

Releasing my cock, she grabbed a short rope and dropped to her knees in front of me. Taking hold of my balls she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling on the sensitive head, once again bringing me to full hardness and closer to orgasm.

As she kept up the stimulation, she pulled my scrotum down and I felt her wrapping the rope around, pulling my balls away from my body. My cock twitched again as I neared orgasm and once again she stopped. Pulling away, she stood up and walked around me. I felt her hand between my legs from behind and she took hold of the rope hanging from my balls and pulled it between my legs. The rope was pulled up tightly between my buttocks and I felt her tie it off on the rope between my wrists. My balls were now between my legs and my cock, although still very hard, was pulled downwards slightly.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“You’ve definitely got me.”

“Good” was all she said to that.

Sara came back around to face me. Again, she took hold of my cock as she kissed me. She rubbed up and down my whole length using my pre-cum as lubrication. I felt my orgasm get closer, knowing it would be harder with my balls tied so tightly. My cock started to twitch and I broke off the kiss.

“Please Mistress, may I cum?” If she kept going I wouldn’t have been able to hold back.

She immediately released my cock which bounced up and down.

“Not yet. I have some things for you to do first.”

My balls were beginning to ache.

Sara went over to the sofa and sat down. She instructed me to kneel. This was quite a challenge as you’ll know if you ever tried to with your hands tied behind your back. I dropped to one knee first and then the other before shuffling around a little to get myself comfortable. I found that as I leant forwards it applied more pressure on my balls. It was more frustrating than painful.

Sara smiled once I was positioned on my knees in the middle of the room. She opened her robe, well my robe. Taking her right index finger she trailed it between her pussy lips, upwards until it was right on her clit.

“Shuffle over here and take care of this for me.”

Shuffling was about all I could manage. I had to be careful not to fall flat on my face. When I judged that I was close enough I leaned forward, which again pulled my balls tighter between my legs, and started to lick.

My tongue went up and down the length of her pussy at first. I parted her lips and teased her opening before moving upwards slightly and centring my attention on her swollen clit. All the while my balls were aching between my legs.

Sara’s breathing steadily increased as I continued to tease her swollen little bud with my tongue.

Suddenly I heard the front door open and went to pull away.

“Did I say you could stop?” I guessed that this was a rhetorical question and carried on licking.

“Hi Rachel,” Sara greeted our visitor. “Perfect timing. Could you make sure he’s nice and hard for me. Be careful not to let his cum though”.

I carried on licking. I felt a hand reach between my legs, the material of a sleeve brushing against my balls. The hand wrapped around my cock which was still pretty hard and started to move in a milking motion. I quickly achieved full hardness and focussed on the clit at the tip of my tongue so as not to shoot a load on the carpet below me.

I sucked Sara’s clit between my lips and attached it with my tongue. I found a lapping motion seemed to have the greatest effect and I could feel her legs, on either side of my head, start to tremble. Her breathing became heavy and broken as her orgasm started to flow through her.

The hand around my cock just carried on, up and down. It felt well lubricated so I must have been producing plenty of pre-cum. The head of my cock swelled and I felt myself twitch as my orgasm approached. With the second or third twitch, the hand released and my cock once again bobbed up and down seeking relief.

Sara’s orgasm subsided as I continued to lick having not been instructed otherwise.

Sara was still breathing heavily, almost panting.

“Take – a – seat,” she said, patting the sofa beside her. “I – won’t – be – long. You – really -must – try – this.”

I carried on with my task and Sara started to tremble again. As her orgasm took over she clamped her thighs around my head. I kept licking, lapping up her juices as she shook.

“Oh I needed that,” she said. “You can return to the middle of the room now.”

I shuffled backwards until I was more or less where I’d started. My cock was still hard with pre-cum hanging from the tip. I settled down, sitting on my heels with my knees wide apart, not wanting to crush my aching balls.

Sara was still sitting there with the robe wide open. Her chest was flushed, her nipples were hard and her pussy was red and swollen. Rachel sat next to her. She was still wearing her coat. I could see what she was wearing beneath it.

“I hope I haven’t missed all the fun.” Said Rachel.

“Don’t you worry,” said Sara. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun with Andrew before the day is out.” They both smiled.

Sara stood and said,

“Let’s get that coat off you. I’ll just get a blindfold.” Sara headed off to the bedroom to grab a blindfold.

I quickly realised that the blindfold must be for me and that Rachel was naked under her coat. I felt myself harden a little more at the thought of her driving over in just a coat. Rachel just smiled at me, saying nothing.

Sara returned with two blindfolds, the bag I kept a ***********ion of nipple clamps in, and a riding crop. She dropped everything onto the sofa next to Rachel, ***********ed one of the blindfolds and came over to me. It wasn’t long before I was in darkness once again.

“OK.” She said. “You can lose the coat now.”

I heard Rachel stand and remove her coat. I imagined the scene before me and longed to see her body. The thought of her naked only added to my arousal.

“Right. Your task this afternoon is to keep Andrew as aroused as you can without letting him cum. He hasn’t cum yet today so you’ll need to be careful. Firstly, I’d like you to come and sit over here.” I felt Sara pat the carpet between my knees. She felt took hold of my cock and stroked it bringing it back to full hardness, her thumbs circling the head.

I then felt the soft skin of Rachel’s thighs on mine as she sat facing me.

“Scoot forwards a little bit more.” Said Sara.

As Rachel moved closer Sara lifted my cock until it was pointing upwards. This added a pleasant pressure to my aching balls. When Rachel was as close as she could get between my thigh Sara released my cock and it dropped to settle on bare skin. Rachel must have shaved her landing strip off.

I felt movement behind me and Rachel’s legs were pushed more tightly around my waist. A rope brushed against my back as Sara tied Rachel’s ankles. I could feel the heat from Rachel’s pussy on my balls and at the base of my cock.

Next, I heard the familiar jangle of a small chain. I recognised this as being from some of my nipple clamps. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Sara must have attached one of the clover clamps to one of Rachel’s nipples. I remember how sensitive Rachel’s nipples are. She used to be very fond of clamps.

Sara then took hold of my left nipple and attached a clamp at the base, below her fingers. I squirmed a little trying to get accustomed to the pressure.

There was another sharp intake of breath, almost a moan, and I realised that Sara was attaching Rachel to me by her nipples. She repeated the process on my right nipple. Movement by either of us would stimulate both of us.

“Lean back a little and put your hand on the floor behind you.” I wasn’t sure what Sara was doing but the “I hope that’s not too tight?” question that followed suggested that she’d tied Rachel’s wrists together behind her.

“Let’s see if that works.” Said Sara. “See how hard you can get him.”

I felt Rachel lift herself and push her crotch against the underside of my cock. She moved up and down and I could feel her heat and moisture on me. Every movement pulled on my nipples and I am sure it was having a similar effect on Rachel. I became harder but the stimulation wasn’t quite enough to bring me release. I tried to push back against her which must have given her pleasure as she let out a moan.

“That’s good. Keep going.” Said Sara.

The more Rachel moved the wetter she seemed to become. I’m sure I was adding plenty of pre-cum to the situation. Rachel was rubbing her clit up and down the length of my cock. It still wasn’t enough to bring me close but, judging by her breathing, it was certainly having a positive effect on her.

“Please, Mistress. May I cum?” asked Rachel between heavy breaths.

“You may but be careful.” Replied Sara.

Rachel bucked against my cock, pushing herself against my hardness. I could feel her juices flowing down over my balls and she panted rapidly as her orgasm spread through her. All the while the pressure on my nipples increased as her body twitched against me.

I lost track of time as I focussed on the sensations.

Rachel’s orgasm slowly subsided and her movements lessened. My cock was twitching but I just couldn’t quite get there.

I felt a hand push between us and Sara wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“This should make things more interesting,” she said.

Sara pushed my cock down and Rachel had to move herself away a little. I felt the head of my cock rub down the length of her pussy until it reached her opening. There was no resistance at all as my cock slid in. Rachel adjusted her position, and I felt our pubic bones meet. Every movement was still tugging on my nipples, which provided a welcome distraction.

“Rachel, you may cum again if you wish but you must not let Andrew cum.”

Sara moved away and I heard her sit down on the sofa. She started tapping away on her phone.

Rachel kept quite still for a while, but I could feel her tensing and relaxing her muscles around my cock, teasing me but it still wasn’t enough. She kept this up for quite a while. My cock remained rock solid, and my balls ached for release.

I heard Rachel’s breathing increase a little and she started to grind herself against me. I was aware that the swollen head of my cock was right against her cervix. She was rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. It wasn’t enough to bring me closer, but it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

Suddenly the chains from the nipple clamps dropped against my belly and Rachel moaned loudly. I hadn’t heard Sara move. Rachel continued to grind herself against me as her orgasm took over, the pain from the release of the clamps taking her over the edge. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock and felt my orgasm grow. Rachel bucked against me and I felt Sara releasing her legs behind me.

I hoped that Rachel would keep going. I was so close to shooting my load.

It wasn’t to be. As soon as Rachel had finished cumming she pulled away from me leaving my cock bouncing and twitching. I was coated in her juices and my cock felt cold as it waved around.

“That’s good.” Said Sara. “I was worried that Andrew was going to cum too. Sit yourself down on the sofa. I’m sure he’d like to thank you.”

I felt Rachel move away and heard her sit down.

“Andrew, you need to shuffle over to Rachel and thank her. Make sure she’s nice and clean for me.”

My cock was still twitching and my balls ached for release as I slowly made my way over to the sofa. I bumped again the outside of Rachel’s leg before moving around to between her knees. I had to guess where my target was and lowered my head seeking out her pussy. As I bent forward the pressure increased on my balls. I finally managed to get myself in position and started to lick.

Rachel was very sensitive and I felt her flinch each time my tongue made contact with her clit. I licked up and down the length of her pussy, teasing the opening and lapping up her juices. She soon settled as I found a rhythm that she seemed to like.

A hand reached between my legs and Sara took a firm hold of the base of my cock. The pressure emphasised how swollen and hard I felt but there was no direct stimulation.

I kept licking at Rachel’s pussy and she started to respond, raising her hips to push herself against my mouth. I alternated between her clit and her opening. Her breathing deepened and sped up and as she started to cum again my mouth and chin were flooded with her juices. I kept licking away, waiting for Sara’s instruction.

Sara maintained her grip on my cock but said nothing.

I carried on with my task and focused my attention on Rachel’s clit. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked at it with my tongue as I had with Sara earlier. Rachel was still very sensitive and responded quickly, bucking against my mouth as another orgasm overcame her. I eased off a little but carried on. Rachel had another two or three orgasms before Sara spoke again.

“That’s enough for now. Let her rest. Please return to the middle of the room.” This was going to be a little more challenging in darkness.

I shuffled away, stopping when I thought I was pretty close to where I’d started. My face was wet from Rachel’s juices and all I could smell was her pussy. My cock lost none of its hardness.

I felt and heard Sara moving around me. I felt her hands on the ropes around my wrists. She untied the rope that was attached to my scrotum and reached between my legs to release my aching balls. It was so good to have a little freedom.

Sara moved away from me, and I heard her sit down on the sofa again.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure if this was directed at me or Rachel.

“I’m good. Thank you, Mistress” Rachel replied. “I haven’t cum like that for a long time.”

“I think it’s my turn again.” Said Sara. “Please go and get that cock and bring it to me.”

“Yes, Mistress”.

I heard Rachel get up and come towards me. I felt her hand circle my cock and pull me forwards. I shuffled as quickly as I could as she led me towards Sara.

“Stroke me with it” Sara ordered.

Rachel pulled me closer to Sara and my cock made contact with her pussy. Rachel stoked the head up and down. I felt the head at her opening and it entered her briefly before being pulled out and up again to rub against her clit. Rachel alternated this motion, up and down. Each time I slipped inside Sara I was pushed a little deeper. Sara’s breathing increased.

“Oh. Fuck me with that cock.” Sara said. “Tell me when he’s about to cum.”

Rachal adjusted her grip on my cock, taking hold around the base. I felt her other hand reach around between my legs from behind and she circled her finger around my scrotum. I followed her movement as she pushed me in and then pulled me out of her Mistress’ very wet pussy. I felt Sara’s muscles contract around the head of my cock as her orgasm built. She twitched and pushed herself against me, squashing Rachel’s hand that was still gripping the base of my cock.

Sara started to cum. I felt her hot juices on my balls. Rachel kept thrusting me in and out.

I could feel my orgasm building. My balls contracted against Rachel’s grip and my cock twitched.

“He’s ready Mistress.” Said Rachel.

“Pull him out and make him cum. I want his cum all over me. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” Was Sara’s response.

Rachel pulled me back and out of Sara’s pussy. She changed her grip and start to wank me, stroking up and down the length of my cock. I was wet from Sara’s juices and the copious amounts of pre-cum I’d produced.

Rachel was relentless and maintained quite a fast rhythm. I felt my orgasm grow. My whole body went rigid with the first spirt. I moaned loudly. Rachel didn’t falter. She milked every drop of cum from me and just kept going, spirt after spirt. I bucked against her hand as the head of my cock became more and more sensitive. I wanted Rachel to stop, but I also didn’t, even when my spirting had ceased. The pleasure of her touch was almost painful, but not quite.

“OK. He can clean me up now. Use your mouth. Try to keep him hard.” Said Sara.

Rachel released my cock and I felt her hand on my back pushing me forwards. I then felt Sara’s hands on either side of my head.

“Here let me guide you.”

I stuck out my tongue as Sara guide my head to her pussy. She brushed my tongue against her clit and then pulled me upwards. I felt the stickiness of my cum on her pubis bone and started to lick, taking in and swallowing all the cum I could gather.

I felt Rachel’s head between my thighs. She was on her back and sliding herself up. She took the head of my cock between her lips and started to suck, gently at first.

I focussed on my task and allowed Sara to move my head slowly up her torso. I had cum a huge load and was licking it all up. A large amount had pooled between her breasts and, once I’d swallowed it all, I started on the task of cleaning her breasts. Her nipples were hard as rock as is suckled and licked them. There was so much cum to clean up.

All the while Rachel was sucking on the head of my cock, moving with me as I was moving up Sara’s body, drawing me deeper into her mouth. I had softened a little, but her attentions soon had me fully hard again. I was surprised given how much I had cum, and the incessant milking that I’d received. She teased the still-sensitive head with her tongue as she sucked me in.

Sara pulled me still further up her body to lick her neck clean of cum. There was so much of it. I licked and swallowed as her hands guided my head.

“Is he still hard down there?” Sara asked.

Rachel mumbled a “yes” maintaining her oral grip on my hard cock.

“Good. He can fuck me again then.”

As Sara guided me backwards, her hands still on either side of my head I felt Rachel wriggle away from between my legs, releasing my cock.

Rachel quickly returned to my side and took hold of the base of my cock. She once again guided me towards Sara’s waiting pussy. I felt no resistance at all as I slid my whole length into her. Once I was balls deep Rachel’s hand released my cock.

“I’d like a nice steady pace please,” said Sara.

“Yes Mistress” replied Rachel.

I began to thrust in and out of Sara’s pussy. Long slow strokes, pulling back until the swollen head of my cock was almost at her opening.

I felt Rachel’s hand on my buttock, her fingers moving, seeking out my own puckered little opening. When she made contact she teased my hole, circling it, steadily increasing the pressure. I just kept up a steady pace trying to ignore the distraction.

Rachel’s fingers vanished briefly only to return feeling wet and slippery. She must have dipped them into her pussy for lubrication. She continued to apply pressure until one, then two fingers pushed past my sphincter. As I pulled out of Sara. Rachel pushed her fingers deeper inside me, following my forward movement until she was knuckles deep inside me.

Sara’s breathing was starting to become heavier as I carried on thrusting in and out of her. I could feel the wetness in her pussy increasing. I could feel her muscles starting to contract around me, massaging my sensitive cock head. As her orgasm grew so did mine.

Rachel’s fingers, deep in my arse, started to move. She must have located my prostate. She kept up a steady pressure, rubbing hard as she circled the little organ inside me. I felt like I was starting to cum, my juices flowing, well before any other sensations hit me.

Sara started to buck and push against me as her orgasm started. Her pussy contracted and I felt like she was pulling me deeper. This was all too much for my now aching cock and I felt myself twitch and throb as I came heavily. Rachel continued her assault on my prostate. It was a bit of a sensory overload.

Despite my twitching, I kept up a steady pace as the combination of Sara’s pussy and Rachel’s fingers milked me dry. Even with my constant movements, Sara started to come down from her orgasm.

“Thank you, my lovely subs. That hit the spot.” She said, her breathing becoming more steady. “Make sure he cleans up his mess.” This was evidently directed to Rachel.

I felt Rachel’s fingers being drawn out from my anus and she guided me back and downward. I felt the heat from Sara’s pussy against my face before my lips made contact.

I started to lick, dipping my head down so I could reach her puckered little hole before lapping upwards covering the length of her pussy. I savoured the mixture of our juices as I swallowed and repeated the process. Cum flowed continuously from her, it seemed never-ending. Rachel’s fingers must have milked me of more than I’d ever released before.

Rachel reached around and under me taking hold of my now flaccid cock. Her other hand was on my shoulder, guiding me up and down as I licked our mistress clean.

I don’t know how long I was licking for but eventually, the flow of cum from Sara’s pussy lessened until I was just savouring her fresh juices.

“Can you release his arms for me?” asked Sara.

“Yes, Mistress. I think so.” Was Rachel’s response.

Rachel released my cock and started to loosen the ropes around my wrists and arms. I carried on licking at Sara’s pussy. As Rachel pulled the ropes from my back I flexed my shoulders a little restoring movement to my achy arms.

“Come and sit with me.” Said Sara. I felt her hand on my head and she drew me upwards and steered my body so I sat next to her. She raised my right arm so she could snuggle up to me. I felt her breast against my side. Her hand was on my thigh, stroking upwards.

“Join us Rachel” was her next instruction.

I felt Rachel sit herself down on my other side. She lifted my left arm, as Sara had, and cuddled up close, her hand on my left thigh.

I sat quietly between the ladies, still in darkness. I longed for them to remove my blindfold.

Sara kept stroking my thigh, getting closer to my cock and balls with each stroke until she gently took hold of my balls. This time they felt small in her hand as she massaged them. Rachel’s hand mirrored Sara’s but she slowly wrapped her fingers around my now soft cock. She massaged my cock from base to head. Whilst soft and tired I could feel myself responding a little. I didn’t think there was any chance of my becoming hard again. Not for a while, anyway.

“You’ve both done very well today.” Said Sara. “Rachel, I instructed you to keep Andrew on edge before I decided it was time for him to cum. You did a lovely job for me. I will remember to reward you for that. I then instructed you to milk him dry. Judging by the state of his cock I think you may have succeeded in that too.”

Both women continued to massage my cock and balls. Amazingly my cock was beginning to harden again. Rachel continued to move her hand up and down my length, slowly increasing her grip on me.

“Andrew, you did an excellent job of cleaning up after yourself. You’ve made me very happy today.” I smiled as Sara said this. I don’t think I’d ever swallowed so much cum before.

I relaxed and just took in the sensations. I could feel the warmth of the naked ladies sitting on either side of me. I was aware of their breasts again my skin and they massaged my cock and balls. We all smelt of sex. I tried to picture the scene. I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall.

My cock was responding to the stimulation and I felt a throb as the head started to become sensitive again. Rachel carried on with her stroking and squeezing, flicking her thumb over the tip each time she reached the head.

I felt myself start to contract and twitch as they continued. My orgasm just built and built until I felt my abdomen tighten and my cock twitch heavily in Rachel’s hand. I moaned and came but did not feel the familiar spirts. The contractions were intense and I could feel a little more lubrication on the head of my cock, but there was nothing more.

Rachel released my cock which remained surprisingly hard. I felt her fingers at my mouth and stuck my tongue out. She wiped a small dribble of cum on my tongue.

“That’s all that was left, Mistress.” She said as I licked her thumb clean.

“You did do well.” Replied Sara. “Worthy of another reward. Don’t worry I won’t forget.”

I just sat there. Stunned and very relaxed. My cock was still quite hard and Sara was still massaging my empty balls.

“Right. I need to tidy up a bit and Andrew, you need to thank Rachel for her help today.”

I felt Sara move to get up and I lifted my arm so she could disentangle herself. Rachel moved away too. Sara took my hand and pulled me up. My legs were a little shaky. She guided me away from the sofa and I soon found myself lying on the carpet. I assumed I was in the middle of the room once more.

I felt Rachel place her feet at my shoulders and she then lowered herself until her pussy was resting against my mouth. I reached up with the tongue and teased her lips apart, seeking out her opening. Having found my target I circled and teased her pussy, licking from her opening to her clit. It wasn’t long before her breathing increased again and she moved back a little so I could focus on her clit.

I sucked her little swollen bud into my mouth and started to flick it with my tongue. I wasn’t aware of anything else around me. I was just a tool for Rachel to achieve orgasm, nothing more.

Rachel’s orgasm built quite quickly and she ground her pussy against my mouth as she came. I kept sucking and licking and she held herself in place as her next orgasm followed, and the next. I felt her tremble as her pussy took over. She moaned deeply as she twitched. Her juices flooded my mouth over and over again. She became overly sensitive after what seemed like a few minutes, it could have been longer and lifted herself away from my mouth.

“Here’s your coat.” I heard Sara say. She was next to us.

Rachel stood and I could hear her putting on her coat.

Sara took my hand and pulled me upwards. I got a little unsteadily to my feet. I felt her hands behind my head and the blindfold was released. I had to blink a few times to regain clear vision. Sara was wearing my robe and Rachel was standing there in her coat and heels. Both were smiling. Rachel’s hair was a bit of a mess but I thought it best to say nothing.

I looked down and was surprised to see that I was still semi-hard.

“It’s time for Rachel to leave us now.” Said Sara. She walked over to Rachel and gave her a hug and a kiss. Rachel then came over to me. She took hold of my cock in one hand and pulled me close to her with the other. She kissed me on the lips and smiled. Saying nothing, she left.

I felt drained. Sara smiled at me.

“How was that then?” she asked.

“You did really well,” I replied. I was aware that her confidence was high and I didn’t want to say anything that might bring her down. “I feel completely drained. I think that was your intention?”

She smiled again. “Yes, it was. I want to find more ways to do that, but I thought this would be a good start.”

I realised that I was feeling hungry and looked at the clock. It was nearly a quarter to eight. I wasn’t surprised that eight hours like that had exhausted me.

“I need to eat,” I said.

“Me too,” said Sara. “Sit yourself down and relax. I’ll rustle something up.” She vanished into the kitchen.

Her version of rustling something up turned out to be ham sandwiches, salad, crisps, and drinks. It was almost a feast after the trial I had endured that day. We sat and ate together quietly. The conversation was light-hearted and relaxing.

I was aware that Sara seemed to be watching the clock.

“Do you need to get home?” I asked.

“I probably should.” She replied. I could see disappointment in her face. “John is back tomorrow and I need to make our flat presentable. If I stay here any longer I’m only delaying the inevitable.”

I could see that this was troubling here but there was little that I could do to help.

“Look, if you need to talk call me any time. If you need to escape you know where I am.” I said.

She smiled. “Thank you. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I do appreciate your friendship.”

Sara stood up and took the tray of plates back into the kitchen. She returned naked and handed me my bathrobe. Then she headed off to the bedroom to get dressed.

I pottered in the living room, picking up ropes and generally making things a bit more presentable. Sara wasn’t long. She was brushing her hair as she came back into the room.

“Do you want a lift home?” I asked, “It won’t take me long to throw something on.”

“I’d rather you stayed like that if you’re going to drive me anywhere.” She smiled. “No, but thank you again. I think I should walk. It’ll help me clear my head. Can I leave my shopping here?”

“Of course you can. Just let me know when you want it. I can run it around to you or you can pick it up whenever.”

She came over to me and hugged me.

“Thank you. For everything.” She said.

I hugged her back.

“Be sure to keep in touch. Let me know if you need anything.” I replied. “I’m happy to be a shoulder or just an ear if needed.”

Sara smiled at me as she pulled away.

“Thank you. And don’t worry about me. I’m sure it’ll be fine and I want to come back for more, soon.”

I smiled and she turned and headed for the door. I followed her and she looked back at me, still smiling, as she headed down the corridor.

Once she turned the corner I closed the door and locked up. I needed to sleep.

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