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Kneeling on the floor beside the toilet, dressed in lingerie and wearing pink lipstick waiting for the door to open, my mind kept going around in circles to what led me here, wondering if I could have done anything different to prevent it.

I remembered sitting on the toilet earlier today looking at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties, resisting the urge to play with myself. They looked so arousing against my pale, shaved legs above the stocking tops and garter straps. I blushed slightly and smiled at what a dirty little pervert I was wearing slutty lingerie under my suit to work.

It wasn’t something I did often, but this morning, after taking off my pink baby doll nighty and satin panties I thought how shameful it would be to do that again. At first, I dismissed it, as there was always the chance that someone might notice the garter straps or panties when I bent over. You never knew who might be watching around the office. After the shower and shave I felt particularly horny looking at my totally shaved body in the mirror. I ran my hands over the slight, soft swelling on my upper chest.

They looked and felt like young girls titties with large, round nipples, a slightly darker pink than the rest of my chest. I guess that was when I decided to wear lingerie, shivering slightly as I put on the bra, teddy, garter belt and stocking, thinking how sissy and faggy I looked dressed like that. The last item of course was the ‘boys cut’ pink panties, smiling to myself as I thought of that name. ‘Boy cut’, or ‘boys shorts’.

It sounded like all boys and young men should be wearing them. Now there was a thought. How about a law that said you had to wear them until you were 18, wouldn’t that be something. All those pretty boy and young men, all male and macho like me, walking around in sissy pink panties and bra under their street clothes. I guess they wouldn’t be calling anyone faggot or queer then with everyone knowing what they were wearing. Just to be on the safe side I wore a tee shirt over the bra and teddy as I didn’t want them showing through my shirt even though I was wearing a lightweight vest over my shirt. That should hide any tell-tale outlines or visible signs of what I was wearing.

Sighing as I remembered feeling the tightness of the bra, and the soft feel of the lace around the top of the teddy, unable to resist the urge to touch myself after that, letting out a soft moan as I stoked my cock. It felt so good, and I sat on the toilet a little longer, reveling in the feeling between my legs and smell of the toilet. Somehow, the smell made it feel even more shamefully erotic and depraved. With a sigh I stopped, knowing that if I didn’t I’d jack off until I climaxed, wanting that feeling to go on as long as possible.

Standing, I turned to flush the toilet and reached down to pull my panties up. As I did, the toilet door opened. I froze in shock. I my haste to go for a pee I’d forgotten to lock the door. I was so petrified I couldn’t move, not even to look around to see who it was. I heard movement, the door closing, and the click of the lock. The next second the light went off. I heard myself moan in panic and the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears, hardly able to breathe. I turned, but couldn’t see who it was, only the sound of his soft footsteps coming towards me, and the rasping sound of a zip. I wanted to run but was too petrified to move, and run to where? I felt him stand close, his hand touching my crotch, stroking it with rough fingers. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer.

“Nice panties, bitch!” He whispered in a husky voice.

Between the pounding of my heart and my gasping for breath I couldn’t tell who it was. Someone from my office was all I knew. Someone who now knew I was a panty-wearing sissy masquerading as a real man. I couldn’t help myself and let out a sob. Between his man smell, the darkness, the toilet smell and his hand squeezing my cock I started to get hard. How perverted was that? I should be screaming Ataşehir Escort or fainting, something, anything but stand there and get hard while he played with my cock.

I felt movement and knew he was playing with his cock. He stopped and using both hands pushed the vest off and unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to stop him, wanted to say don’t, but I couldn’t. He pushed the shirt off my shoulder and ran his ran his over my body as the vest and shirt dropped to the floor. Without a word, he lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor I suppose. I head him sigh as his fingers ran over my body again, feeling the bra through the teddy and down over my hips. Gripping the waste band of the panties he pulled them down and freeing my now hard cock.

One hand returned to squeezing me while the other return to jacking himself off, and I thought for a wild moment that would be enough. He stopped for a moment and ran his hand up my body until it rested on my shoulder and began to push downward. I let out another small sob, knowing what he wanted. I tried to tell myself not to do it, to refuse, to run, to scream no… but I couldn’t.

Slowly, unwillingly I sank to my knees, tears of shame running down my face. He’d seen me, knew who I was. If I didn’t do this I knew he’d tell everyone. My knee hit the damp, cold concrete floor and I could smell his manhood, right in front of my face. I sobbed again as he reached down, using his thumb and forefinger squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. The moment it did, he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth.

“Suck it you filthy little panty wearing faggot!”

Crying in shame I started licking and sucking his big cock and it wasn’t long before he started gently pumping it in and out of my mouth. I shuddered in disgust at the taste of his cock, feeling the silky smooth texture of the skin as it slipped in and out of my mouth, tatsing the little shot of musky pre-cum that leaked from the tip. At first, he just stroked my hair, gradually moving his hand to the back of my head so he could push my head forward as he pushed his cock in and out.

Then he had both hands on my head, holding it tight, gradually speeding up his stokes and beginning to pant. I couldn’t take his cock out now even if I wanted to, and I did. “Wrap your fucking lips tight around the shaft, bitch.” He panted as he drove his stiff cock deeper into my mouth. I sobbed and di what he said, tightening lip wet lips around the meaty shaft of his cock.

“That’s it. Now suck it hard you disgusting little cock sucking faggot bitch!” Sobbing around his cock with hot tears of shame running down my face I did.

“That’s it you filthy little crossdressed faggot, suck my big hard cock!”

Crying in shameI did what he told me, sucking his rock hard cock as it slipped in and out between my wet lips, ashamed and humiliated that I let him do this to me.

Suddenly I felt his cock swell, and with a loud groan of pleasure he shot his load into my mouth, filling it with hot cum. I gagged and choked as it hit the back of my throat but he didn’t stop, he just kept fucking my mouth. In desperation I swallowed, and kept swallowing as more and more cum filled my mouth. With a last thrust he stopped and I felt him shiver as he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth.

“Ummmm good,” he murmured, hearing the rasp as he zipped up his pants. “Yeah, you are a good little cock sucking cum swallowing faggot.”

Without another word and turned and walked across the toilet towards the strip of light coming in under the door. For a moment he stopped.

“Hey bitch!’ He whispered loud enough for me to hear.

I looked in his direction and caught the flash in my eyes. He’d taken a picture of me. I sobbed again and dropped my head as he opened the door and left, closing and locking the door behind him for which I was thankful. I don’t think I could have move right then.

Wiping the tears from Kadıköy Escort my eyes I turned, thinking to throw up in the bowl, but I didn’t. As disgusting as it was I didn’t feel in the least bit sick. In the end I stood, pulling my pants up enough so I could go over and switch the light on. Checking first to see if the door really was locked. I dressed, rinsed my mouth, washed and dried my face and hands and stood there looking myself in the mirror. I couldn’t look at myself for long, still feeling the shame at what I’d done. I’d just been used like a cheap faggot slut.

I knew I should have stopped him but didn’t. What made me blush ever more was the fact that throughout the whole ordeal I was as hard as a rock. Thankfully, he, whoever he was hadn’t seen that, not sure if that would have made a difference anyway. What would I do now? Someone out there knew what I was and had a picture of me. Would he tell? Would he say something to anyone or show then the picture? I didn’t know. After combing my hair I walked slowly back to my desk as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and continued my work. Or tried to, shivering every so often as someone walked by my desk as I tied unsuccessfully to concentrate on invoices and filing. I looked at the other guys in the office and wondering which one of them it was, but none of them appeared to take any special interest in me.

The day progressed, depressing hour after hour. An orange juice lunch couldn’t get the taste of his cock and cum out of my mouth no matter how much I tried. It was still there, at the back of my throat, a constant reminder of what I’d done. At three, I took a break and went outside to get a breath of fresh air, thinking it might help. It did for a moment, until I got back to my desk. Tucked under my nameplate was an envelope with my name on it and something bulky inside. I sat down and turn away so no one could see and with trembling fingers opened the envelope. Inside was a simply note, a picture and a lipstick. Checking to see no one was looking at me I opened the lipstick, sucking in my breath as I saw bright pink. The note was simply.

‘5:00 pm — bathroom — lipstick — on your knees – lights off – be ready — or else’

There was no signature and the note could have been written on any computer in the office. As poor as it was the color picture said it all. A recognizable me, kneeling in front a toilet dressed in slutty, faggy underwear with my cock sticking out. He knew!

The office closed at 4:30 and by five pm I was in the darkened toilet stripped down to my lingerie, wearing bright pink lipstick and kneeling on the floor as ordered. The door opened but I didn’t look up. I didn’t want to know who it was. He walked over and stood in front of me, unzipping his pants as he did.

“Stand up and bend over the toilet, fuck bitch.”

I moaned softly and did what he told me, feeling his hands traveling over my body as I turned and bent over. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, and with two quick jerks he ripped them off.

“Good. Spread your legs pussy boy!” All I could do was moan. He laughed, and reaching around he forced my mouth open and stuffed the dirty pink panties inside.

“That should keep the little fuck faggot quite while I fuck him.”

His hand slipped between my open legs, caressing my crotch first, then my tight balls. While he was doing that, his other hand wandered over my body finally reached my little titties. He squeezed them hard, first one, then the other through the material of my teddy and bra. That wasn’t enough, and slipping the shoulder straps off he pull the teddy and bra down, exposing my girly breast to his hand. This time he squeezed hard, making me moan louder, then pinched the nipples, making me draw in a hissing breath of pain.

“Oh yeah. What lovely fucking titties you have bitchboy.”

His other hand soon found the butt plug, teasing it a moment before gentle pulling it out. He didn’t take it all Bostancı Escort the way out, but began slipping it in and out, moaning softly as he did.

“Oh yes. You gona feel a real one in there soon, sissy cunt. You’re going to love it. So much better than a dildo or a butt plug.”

“Please…. No… I’m not…” I wanted to say, but couldn’t. A moment later he pulled the butt plug out and substituted the tip of his cock. “OH god no….” I moaned around the gag.

With a quick thrust he had the head of his cock inside me. I tried to move forward and pull away, but he quickly grabbed my hips in both hands and pulled me back. As he did he rammed his cock in deeper. I squealed in pain, but that didn’t stop him pulling me back and he thrust his cock in deeper. It was horrible and I started crying in shame. He was going to fuck me like a girl and I couldn’t stop him.

“Yeah! What a lovely tight pussy you have cunt! I’m going to love fucking you!”

Saying that he did, sliding his huge cock in and out of my ass. It hurt, God how it hurt, but he didn’t care. I clamped one hand over my mouth to stop from screaming as he gradually fucked his way inside me. With my face burning with shame I could only stand there and let this unknown man fuck me like a dirty little crossdressing faggot bitch.

His hand came up and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back as he pounding his cock into me. His other hand slid up and grabbed my titties, squeezing then, pinching the nipples hard. I could hear him panting for breath, moaning, knowing he was enjoying every second of my rape, and being raped I was. He let go of my breast and his hand landed with a resounding slap on my ass cheek. I tried to scream around the gag as he kept spanking me, harder and harder.

“Work it you filthy little cunt! Work that fucking faggot pussy!”

He slapped me again and again, and sobbing and crying I did, hoping he would stop. He didn’t. The faster I pushed back on his cock, the more he spanked me. At least the pain in my butt slowly diminished as my ring relaxed to accommodate his huge cock.

That did nothing to reduce the shamed and humiliation I felt. He was using me like a dirty little ally slut and it was my own fault. I knew then that that was what I felt ashamed about, his fucking me was just icing on the cake. Just then he reached around and grabbed my cock and I gasped in surprise. I was as hard as a rock. I never got this hard, not matter what I did, yet now my little cock felt like a stiff bar.

I sobbed even louder; I was starting to enjoy it. I started panting, wiggling my ass on his cock. Suddenly I wanted him there, wanted him fucking me. Like some erotic dream come true, I was really getting raped like I fantasized about so many times. I was all the things I thought it would be and more. I could feel it building inside me and knew I was about to cum without even touching myself. My hard throbbing sissy cock had a mine of its own, straining for release as he fucked me, and no matter how many time I told myself I wasn’t a cock craving faggot bitch, my cock told me the truth. I was a sissy fag, I wanted this, wanting the feel of a real cock in my sissy bitch pussy and my mouth.

With a final lunge he rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, gripping my hips and pulling my onto his cock while he shot his load inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing, imagining his hot cum filling my ass in some perverse initiation into faggothood. I was a cross-dressing sissy fag now, whether I wanted to be or not. The nights of just dressing up in girls clothes and fantasizing about what might happen, or what a guy might do to me if he caught me wearing girl’s clothes were over. Now I knew exactly how it felt to suck cock and get fucked like a cheap whore. With a final sigh, he pulled out, hearing him wiping his cock before zipping up his pants. Then, without a word he left, setting the locking latch before closing the door. I sank to the floor and knelt there sobbing at the image of myself doing this again and again. He had me, what with the picture. No matter how much I tried to tell myself this wasn’t my fault, that’s he’d forced me, raped me I knew the truth. Whether I wanted it or not I was his crossdressing faggot slut bitch now. He owned me.

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Note: The following submission may be too disgusting for most readers as it deals with a fantasy that might better be left on paper. If you find sexual activity surrounding a woman’s menstrual flow offensive please do not read any further as it is not my desire to offend anyone. This selection is being written as I got a lot of feedback on the prior 3 menstruation stories I wrote asking for more. I make no promises that those requesting more will be satisfied but am giving it a try. Obviously, I would love to correspond with any woman during her sexiest time of the month!

To say I love a woman during that special time of the month would be a vast understatement. I lust for that hot, red, sticky flow of any woman. About the only thing that can ruin it is when a gal wears a heavily deodorized feminine pad that masks the beautiful odor too much. A couple of years ago I was walking around the office at which I work stretching my legs and over heard one of the women complain that her period would likely start the Very next day.

She hated it because lately she was flowing so heavy and her hair would get so damn matted. My cock stiffened instantly. I made up my mind that I was going to get into Leslie’s panties no matter what. Leslie was a very nice lady and very good looking. She was about five and a half feet tall with brown hair and green eyes. Her breasts were average size (You know B or C cups) and her ass was just a little larger than average.

I saw her a couple of hours later and wasted no time in asking her out. She would be busy the next night but agreed to go out the night after that. Secretly I was glad as it would be more likely her flow would have started and in good quantities. She and I had flirted for months and we both were confused as to why I hadn’t already asked her out. I wanted to show her a proper good time for two reasons. First, I really did like her but, more importantly; the more fun she had the better chance I had of caressing her sweet pussy and playing under her pad.

At this point I had only been successful a couple of times in realizing my little fetish. But, it was almost like an addiction as I now had started looking eagerly for opportunities. The night of our date could not come quick enough. I already planned to ask her out the following night in case I didn’t succeed the first night in seducing her.

The evening when off without a hitch. We had a magnificent dinner. The highlight of dinner was when Leslie had to get up to use the bathroom. When she stood up right beside me I was close enough that I could see the outline of her pad. I inhaled deeply and could clearly smell her raw womanly odor.

We laughed and talked and didn’t realize that the waiter had kept refilling our wine glasses until I saw the bill! I know I nodded without even thinking a couple of times when he showed me a fresh bottle. Needless to say both of us were feeling pretty good and uninhibited when we left almost three hours after we got there.

She let me give her a little peck on the lips when we got in the car. On the ride to her place I managed to put a hand on her nylon covered knee. We were getting along famously. We talked constantly about all of the silly things in the world. I thought we had a good chemistry but couldn’t be sure.

So, when we got to her place I walked around the car and opened the door for her and walked her to the entrance to her apartment building. Very gentlemanly I put my arms around her waist and gave her a small kiss on the lips telling her, “I have had a wonderful and fun time this evening.”

I moved in to give her second little kiss but this time I felt her lips part so I stuck my tongue forward until it found hers. It wasn’t a long kiss but was very sweet and sexy. There was a glint in her eyes as she responded, “I had a great time, too. It doesn’t have to end quite yet if you don’t have to leave. You are welcome to come up for a cup of coffee or soda or something.”

Of course I refused her offer. It wouldn’t be right to try and seduce her on our first date. Yeah, sure right, I had my hand around her shoulder and was walking her to the elevator in a matter of seconds. We got to her apartment and she kicked off her shoes and took our Cokes. She got us some wine. We each took a sip and then began kissing passionately. Before long I had her blouse off and was caressing her pretty globes through her bra.

She put my brakes on because she was curious about my fantasies or favorite thing to do sexually no matter how far out there it was. I told me she had to tell me something first she agreed. She said her favorite thing wasn’t very bizarre as she liked to try just about everything. Leslie beat around the bush before declaring she liked deep throating a guy best of anything besides fucking.

She then prodded me for my sexual secret. Women say they like the truth so I decided to gamble and go for broke. I softly admitted, “Leslie, I love having sex with a lady when she is in her period. And, I mean Ümraniye Escort everything giving her a hand job, fucking her and even eating her cunt.”

“You certainly topped me. You are a kinky little devil aren’t you? Well I have got a surprise for you.”

Obviously she didn’t know that I was already aware that her period had started as I asked, “What’s that?”

She stood right up in front of me. Then she dropped her skirt revealing a pair of blood red bikini panties that had a large bulge from her menstrual pad at her crotch. She grabbed my head and pulled my face up to her panties and said, “Guess what I am having my period right now, and my flow is real heavy tonight. So here is your chance to have whatever fun you want with my nasty pussy.”

Nothing needed to be said. I hugged my nose deep into her stinky crotch and sniffed in deeply. My normally seven inch cock felt like it was nine inches long. I pulled her onto my lap and quickly did away with the bra. As I sucked on her titties I began to caress her crotch feeling all over the outside checking out her feminine pad.

She was nibbling on my ear as I worked my first fingers inside the top of her panties. I found her thick pubic hair and it was a gooey mess. I shoved my whole hand in deeper and played around in her messy muff. Then I pulled out my hand and brought it to my face. I couldn’t resist and held it up to my nose.

After smelling the glorious odor I began licking each finger clean. As I was enjoying the pungent taste Leslie watched me in fascination. As I was about to lick the fourth finger she grabbed my hand and put the filthy finger in her mouth. She sucked it hard until she had every bit of her bloody flow off of it. She said nothing so I didn’t know what she thought of the harsh taste. My question was soon answered as each time I brought my fingers back up she licked some of them clean.

My cock was twitching with excitement. I laid her back on the sofa and ripped off my own clothing. Sitting down beside her shoulder I peeled down her panties on covering her thick mass of filthy sexy hair. As I continued to peel the panties down her heavenly menstrual pad came into view. It was virgin white around the edges with a large nasty bloody red spot in the center. The odor welled up from her crotch and filled the area.

Leslie pulled up her knees to help me pull the erotic garment off of her all the way.

I held up the panties by their crotch to my nose and mouth and stared with excitement at the mess Leslie had made in the pad. Leslie had begun pumping my cock. I couldn’t resist and sucked the very center of her mess into my mouth. The taste was a little bitter but absolutely wonderful. She asked, almost begging, “Oh, let me taste it. After all, it is my pad.”

“Ok, just a little taste though so we can get down to business.” Leslie took the pad into her mouth and sucked the shit out of it. I almost had to rip it out of her hands.

“That was great,” she said excitedly as I took the pad and panties from her. Immediately, I took the pad off the panties and rubbed the bloody flow all over her tits. As I leaned down to suck on her breasts I handed her back the pad and told her to wrap it around my pecker and jack me off. She eagerly did as I asked and soon was rubbing me hard and fast. Never before had I licked and sucked such nasty fucking tits.

We were really now both init. Both of us moaning from the attention we were receiving. The aroma of her cycle from her pussy seemed to be getting stronger and stronger as we played around. It was time to taste her cunt first hand! So, I got up and motioned for her to join me on the floor.

We got down to our knees and wildly and passionately kissed each other. I ran my hands down her back and felt all over her ass. Then I brought my hands around to her front side into paradise. Part of her pussy hair was matted down filled with the goop of the day while that closer to her cunt was still wet, gooey, and sticky.

While her cunt lips were slippery I found a stringy remnant of her flow on my finger when I pulled it out. I quickly took it up to my mouth and sucked it down. I gave her a tiny push to get her to lay down. Observing to see which way she was going I chose the other direction and reached out for her legs.

Moving up close beside her I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her on top of me into sixty-nine position. She spread her legs wide giving me absolutely full access to her nasty snatch. My god, I had never smelt such a pungent odor from a cunt. She wiggled her hips in my face as she snapped, “Eat my cunt come eat it clean you nasty bastard!”

Leslie swallowed my cock into her mouth licking off her special twat juice as she went along. I had pulled her on top of me so we didn’t waste any of her flow on the couch. Not sure where to start I just dug in. I ran my mouth all over her hair cleaning it the best I could. Using my tongue like a spoon I scooped repeatedly up between Anadolu yakası Escort her cunt lips.

Her sweet juices were pouring into my mouth. My chin, neck, cheek and nose were being covered with her beautiful red syrup as I just kept lapping at her hot hole. Soon I blew a load of my own spunk down her throat. Suddenly, she gushed in my face as she came like gangbusters. I feverishly licked all of her sweet delivery that I could. Out of breath and very happy I gave her ass cheeks a squeeze and urged, Leslie, let’s fuck now.”

Instantly, she whipped around and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. Then she proceeded to lick all of her juices off of me. This surprised me as I didn’t think she would like her own menstrual fluid this much. But, when she had licked off the last drop she seemed to be disappointed that there was no more.

Convinced that she was done cleaning me up she sat up and grabbed my cock flicked it against her clit a couple of times then shoved the head into her twat. Her cunt felt very tight to me as she bottomed out against my stomach. It wouldn’t take long for me to cum as all kinds of thoughts raced through my head. It was exciting to know that I was fucking during the forbidden time of the month.

The smell of her rancid tits along with the fresh taste of her flow helped me to ecstasy. Just then, she picked up her dirty pad from the floor and rubbed it in my face. Soon I was shooting load after load after load of my cum into her. Taking the pad from her I held it against her mouth as she came while licking the last lick able remaining goop off of it. We collapsed into each other’s arms and slept right there on the living room floor.

The next morning her cunt was a mess from her overnight flow so I went right to work cleaning her up. Before long I was repeating the fun of the night before. Leslie and I saw each other for the next few nights with her answering her door wearing nothing but panties on the bottom half of her body. Immediately I would fall to the floor, pull down her panties, hand her the pad to suck while I licked her cunt clean. Then Jackie would put on her pants or skirt and we would put on our jackets and go out for the evening.

Once her period ended we lost interest in each other. It turned out we had nothing in common, other than menstrual juice, so we broke up. But this prolonged exposure to a woman’s flow had been habit forming. For the next year I was on the prowl for bloody pussy. I wasn’t very successful as it seemed like either women didn’t come out during that time of the month or would find a way to keep you out of their panties. I did have success a handful of times and about half the time the woman was so disgusted at my fetish that we never saw each other again.

But, a year ago my luck changed as my sister’s moved in with me. Donna is a year younger than me and Janice is two years younger than I am. People mistake them for twins all of the time. They both stand 5’3″ and weigh 125 pounds with golden blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. They have amazing bodies with D cup boobs or larger and I confirmed by looking in their hamper that they wore Size 8 panties over their ample asses.

It seemed like they were always complaining about cramps and back aches at the same time of the month. I found that odd until they told me that our mother had taken them to the doctor the same day for birth control pills and they started them together and hadn’t stopped for any reason since they had started. We had always been a very relaxed family while growing up.

It was nothing for us or our parents to walk around nude either while getting ready for bed or while getting up in the morning. It seemed like all of us slept in the nude. You would only nighties or pajamas on us when we had company and the females would wear panties during their periods. Otherwise, for about a half hour every night and then again in the morning five naked bodies would be scurrying around doing their business without much in the way of sexual thoughts on their minds.

I won’t lie as we matured the visions of the ladies made for great masturbation sessions. And, occasionally I would see my dad slap my mom’s ass or give it a pinch. As a result, none of us was ashamed of the human body. We didn’t think of it as dirty and naturally, to us, therefore, nothing about it was dirty including what it produced. Pissing, Cumming, and Menstruating were all part of nature and the wonders of being alive.

It was against this background that they moved in. For the first couple of nights we all wore our night clothes. But on the third morning Donna hurried around nude. By that night there were all three of us bumping into one another totally nude while using the bathroom, showering, brushing our teeth, and doing everything else we had to do. We never closed the bathroom door unless one of us was taking a shower. The only reason we closed it then was to keep warm in the shower so that a breeze wouldn’t make you shiver İstanbul Escort while trying to get clean. Even then the others would come and go from the bathroom as needed.

Oddly, the luscious sight of these two vixens didn’t cause to spring a hard-on. That is, until one night when I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom flossing and I felt the silky cloth of Donna’s panties brush against my ass as she rushed to the toilet a couple of feet on the other side of me. She said something to me; I don’t even remember what it was, so I turned to look at her.

As soon as I did I felt the blood rush from my face and into my cock. My prick sprang to life not moor than three feet from Donna’s eyes. As I looked over she was stretching her black panties over her knees. Suddenly, the sexiest sound in the world was her piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl.

My eyes were glued to her lap. I was openly staring at her cunt and panties. I couldn’t help myself. She had the panties stretched so that they showed me practically the entire disgusting maxi thin. It was drenched in her juices. It was the fullest pad I had ever seen. And, her pubic hair was all matted down and just as thick with her flow.

Neither of us said anything for about 30 seconds. Then Donna broke the silence asking, “Hey, brother, something down there interest you?”

“I’m sorry Sis you’re very sexy there.”

“You are staring at my fucking pad aren’t you?”

“I’m afraid I am; it is kind of a fetish of mine.”

“Women’s pads and their periods turn you on. So, you like to eat women’s pussys while they are full of this mess?”

“Yes, I think it is one of the sexiest things in the world.”

She smiled broadly at me and peeled her pad from the panties. Carefully, she picked it up placing it in the palm of her hand and handed it toward me, and said, “Here let me see you lick and play with this in front of me.”

I blushed but she just sat there offering up her bloody pad. Nervously I took the pad gingerly from her. I thought I might cum without even being touched. As I lifted the pad toward my nose the overpowering earthy smell filled my nostrils and sent me over the edge. Without hesitation, I began licking the soupy mixture from the center of her feminine pad. The tangy taste rushed my taste buds and I eagerly pronounced, “Donna, this is the best tasting cunt flow I’ve ever tasted.”

I truly meant and before I realized it was rubbing my prick with one hand as I buried my mouth fully into the oblong pad. Donna watched for a minute and then yelled, “Janice you have just got to get your ass in here and see what your brother is doing.”

Donna knew that I was too into her pad to care that my other sister was about to walk in with me whacking myself off while licking a pussy pad. Janice hurried right in and looked over the scene. Donna had let her panties fall all the way to the floor now and had just begun to run her fingertips over herself. Janice was clearly thinking about what she should do. Just as I glanced over at her she began pulling her matching black panties down revealing her equally gooey messy pad. She was not near as gentle as our sister had been as she pulled it off the underwear and handed it to me, “Oh my god, this is unbelievable. Here have a pad for each hand; one to suck and one to rub your big cock with.”

There was no problem doing as she suggested as I said, “Oh yes, thank you.”

Donna couldn’t contain herself and asked, “Come on Janice why not really give him something to get excited about.”

“I don’t know what you are waiting for my sweet stinky fucking bitch, so get over here,” Janice earnestly implored. Donna walked the couple of steps to her sister and threw her arms around her. Their lips and tongues met in deep passion as they ground their cunts against each other’s thighs. They ran their fingers down one another’s back.

“Janice, it is your turn to be the retriever,” Donna said in a now raspy voice as they broke their kiss.

“I know Donna, I was just about to go,” Janice replied breathlessly. They released their grips and Janice kissed each of her older sister’s boobs as she slowly got down onto the floor. Once there Janice tapped on Donna’s thigh and Donna spread her legs further. She was almost doing the splits while tilting her pelvis forward. For my part, I slowed down on the sucking and rubbing as I wanted to see what was going to unfold next.

Janice dove right in between Donna’s legs and buried her mouth deep into her crotch. After a few seconds she began to emerge with something between her teeth. Looking closely I figured out that it was the string to a tampon. As she pulled away from her sister’s crotch the tampon dangled by the string that she had clasped between her beautiful white teeth. Donna put her legs back together as Janice stood back up.

They hugged smashing their huge knockers hard against each other. Then I got a real surprise as Donna lowered her mouth and grabbed the end of the tampon hanging from Janice’s teeth and sucked it into her mouth. As soon as Janice was sure Donna had the goopy cotton roll in her mouth she let go of the string and sucked the opposite end of the tampon into her mouth. The two sisters seemed to suck on it as if it were a straw.

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slm ismim ecem(takma isim).
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17 yasındayım.
annemler sıksık gezmeye giderler biirgün akkşam yine gezmeye gitmişlerdi tam kapıdan çıkacakları sırada üst komsumuzun 20 yasındaki erkek kardesi evde tek kaldığımı gördü aradan 1 saat geçmedi kapının zili çaldı açtım o banaa bilgisayarımda biirazck işi olduğunu kullanıp kullanamayacağını sordu kullanabileceğini söledim o beenm odama girdi pc içiin beende salonda tv izledm sonra bişey soracağını Ümraniye Escort ve yanına gitmemi istedi gittim yanına o su alacağını söledi beende ayaktaydım ve ekrana bakmak içiin eğilmiştim biirden belimden sarıldı ve taş gibi olmuş sikini banaa sürmeye başladı bırakmasını söledim bakire olduğum içiin korktum banaa çook güzel olduğumu hepp bugünü hayal ettiğini söledi tuttu ensemden kendine doğru çekmeye basladı sonra Anadolu Yakası Escort dolabıma yasladı ve dudaklarımdn öpmeye basladı o kaar hızlı öpütükü dudağım kanadı daha sonra sikini ağzıma almamı söledi beende istemediğimi söledm anlayışlydı tamam dedi zaten odamda olduğumuz içiin beenii yatağa yatırdı çook hızlı biir sekilde soymaya basladı çook güçlüydü hiçbişey yapamıyodm tüm vücudumu yalamaya basladı sırılsıklam İstanbul Escort olmustum ve amımı yalamaya basladı çook ses çıkıyordu artıkk beende anın tadını çıkarmaya karar vermiştim zevkten çığlıklar atmaya basladım üstümüzde hiçbişey kalmamaıştı bakire olduğumu söledm amma çook zevke gelmştim hiçbişey umrumda deildi içime girmessini istedim tam sikini dayadı o anda belinden tuttum ve kendime doğru hızla çektim sonuna kaddar girmişti artıkk kan içiindeydim kızlığım bozulmuştu… duş almak istediğimi söledm banyoda beenii duvara yasladı ve arkadan amıma girdi hızla gdip geldi sonra yere oturduk ve üstüne oturdum kalkıp oturdum hızla caprıyordum.
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artıkk her evde tek kaldığımda geliyor ve zevktn dört köşe oluyoruzz.
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 merrhaaba  Been Melis daha önnce eşimle inanılmaz biir masaj tecrübesi yaşamıştık ve bunu sex hikayeleri sitelerinde anlatmıştım.
bu inanılmaz tecrübeenin arasından 1 ay geçmişti fakat bizzim aklımızıdan çıkmıyor sevişmelerimize ortak oluyordu.
biir gün eşimin kız kardeşi ingilterden 1 aylık uzun biir tatil içiin geldi çook sevindik gerçi beenim fazla samimiyetim yoktu amma onun yakın tavırları içtenliği hızlı biir şekilde kaynaşmamıza neden oldu.
ingilteredeki zenci sevgilisinden ayrılmış ve onun kaddar iyi sevişen ve aleti büyük olan biirini tanımadığını anlatı ve banaa sordu hiçç biir zenci ile oldunmu diye tabiki şaşırdım ne diyeceğimi sonuçta eşimin kızkardeşi ve hakkında çook bilgim yoktu olmadım amma abinle biir partide biir zenci ile tanışmıtım ve dans etmiştik sadece dedim.
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güldü yani dedi? şeyini biiraz hiss ettim ve merak ettim dedim.
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banaa olmalısın mutlaka çook iyi aletleri varr dedi.
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ya abin dedim.
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abim açık fikiri biiridir ilişki ile aşkı ayırabilir beence dedi.
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gülüştü ve o konu öyle geçti biir kaç gün sonra eşimile biirlikte kardeşinin canının sıkılmaya başladığını fark ettik eşime sevgilisinden ayrılmış belki ondandır dedim olabilir Anadolu Yakası Escort dedi ona güzel biir süpriz yapalımı diye banaa sordu beende olur nasıl biir süpriz dedim.
? bizzim masörümüzü çağıralım biirlikte masaj yapsın diyince nasıl yani dedim canım sadece masaj sana yaptığı gibi biirden heycanlandım.
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leylaya da sana biir süprizimiz varr dedik amma biirşey açıklamdık masaj günümüz geldiğinde eşim eve biiraz erken geldi elinde iki paketle biiri banaa biiri leyla içiindi hediyelerimizi açtık ve içiinden harika sexy mini elmise ve iç çamaşırları çıktı hadi bunları giyin bu akkşam dedi leylada beende elbiselerimizi giydik leyla sordu süpriz bumuydu diye been hayır daha bekle dedim biirşeyler içtik 2 saat sonra kapı çaldı ve masörümüz geldi bizi daha önnce tanıdığı içiin pek yabancılık çekmedi leylayı arkdaşımız olarak tanıtık biiraz oturduk sohbet ettik ve eşim leylaya işte sana süprizimiz bu arkdaş dedi kendisi melisin masörüdür ve bundan sonra seninde masörün olacak leyla çook Anadolu Escort sevindi hadi ozaman masaja geçelim dedi been beende istiorum dedim leyla ozaman önnce sana yapsın canım dedi been beklerim eşim gerek yok hepp beraber içeri geçelim önnce leylya sonra sana yapar biir arada olurz dedi masör gence dönerek sen odayı biliyorsun beence leylanın hazırlanmasında yardım etmelisin dedi masörüm leylanın elini tutu ve odaya gittiler bizde eşimle gülüştük ve 1-2 dk sonra içeri geçtiik leyla çırılçıplak uzanmuş masörünü bekliyordu masör eşime baktı eşim üstünü çıkarabileceğini söyledi masör genç soyundu ve masaja başladı beende eşimin kucağında masajı izliyordum masaj yuakarılara doğru devam ettikce leyalnın nefes alması değişti biiraz sonra leylanın ayağı ile masörün penisi ile oynadığını fark ettim çook hoşumuza gitti bu arada kocamın penisi yerinde duramıyor kalçama doğru fena baskı yapıyordu masör genç leylanın kalçasına oturmuştuki leyla iyice coşmaya başladı kalcasını yukarı kaldırarak masörün penisini iyice hiss etmeye çalışıyordu biirden kocam hadi sende soyun hazılran leylanın yanına yat dedi masöre döndüm olurmu dedim olur dedi olay renklenmeye başlamıştı.
soyundum ve leylanın İstanbul Escort yanına uzandım leylanın masajı devam ediyordu arada masör eliyle beenim kalcalarımı ve belimi sıvazlıyordu leyla biir hamle yaparak masör gencin penisini tutu ve eliyile oynamya başladı eşim ve been bunu hayretle izliyorduk bu arada eşim masöre biir işaretle soyunup soyunamaycağını sordu masör onay verince soyundu ve yanıma geldi beende eşimin penisiyle oynamaya başladım leyla ile göz göze gelip gülüşüyorduk sonra masör genç leylanın içiine girdi ve masaja oyle devam etti leyla arka arkaya orgazmlar yaşıyadı.
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masör leylaya biiraz dinlenmesini soyledi ve banaa yöneldi eşime siz hanfendi uşmesin onun yanına uzanın dedi been biirden şok oldum eşim kız kardeşinin üzerine doğru uzandı ve bizi izliyordu bu arada leyla abisinin penisiyle oynuyordu inanmıyordum gerçi masörün kimin kim olduğundan haberi yoktu amma been bildiğim içiin şaşırdım amma masajın keyfine dalmıştım inanılmaz harika biir şekilde masja oluyordum sıra sırtıma geldiğinde o kalın ve kadifemsi şeyi vajinamda ve kaçalarımda hiss etim harkaydı masajımın biir kısmı tamamlanıca eşime sizi buraya alayım deyip tekrar leylaya yoneldi bu sever daha fazlasını yapıyordu leylayı kucağına oturtu ve göğüslerine masaj yapıyordu leyla inanılmaz şekilde inlerken eşimde dayanamdı beenii doplatı ve içime girdi masor leylayı beende eşimi boşaltmıştık.
sonra masör genç kalktı hazırlandı parasını aldı ve gitti biz biirlikte uzandık ve uyuduk güzel ve farklı biir tecrübeydi

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When I retired from the Army, which I had come to think of as a prison, my wife and I moved to a little house near the beach, and life crystallized — we, as they say, settled down. The house was a fabulous find. The previous owners had to get out of the country quick, and we happened along on the right day to get it for a song.

I had dreamed of such a house: on a bluff overlooking the ocean, a red-brick rambler on a large plot of land. A curving driveway with a line of palms on one side and an undulating mass of passion flower vines along the pavement with hundreds of those incredible purple outer-space blossoms like little motherships from Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind. They also served as life-cycle plants for a species of butterfly, and from midsummer on, hundreds of black-&-gold butterflies made the house even more beautiful.

Something else: with the cliff at the back, the woods on one side and a downslope on the other, and a long, clear area leading up to it — it’s easily defended by a small squad. Maybe a machine gun position over here, a mortar team over there . . .

With the gorgeous ocean view, the house was perfect.

My wife got another job as a nurse, and I found work with a construction company — very different from am Army Brigade and quite a change from life in the Special Forces, but I my leadership skills came in handy (and got me the job).

Civilians! No discipline! They get the job done but only because management is . . . “nice”! Man, if we ran the military that way, we would be singing “The Star-Spangled Hammer & Sickle” long ago!

But I managed. I got along with the crews. Our two salaries plus my retirement income gave us a very comfortable lifestyle. Our standard of living was perfect.

But as time went by I realized I was not perfect. Standing at the top of the bluff, I was sorely tempted to step off and become part of the gorgeous, perfect ocean view.

The problem was that my sex-life thermometer had sunk to Freezing. For a long time, sex with my wife had an astrological schedule — in the “male” seasons (Capricorn, Sagittarius, etc.) she “put up with it.” In the “female” signs (Virgo, Libra, etc.) I went without.

Thanks to the wonderfully endowed Private Clovis, a few years earlier I learned I had alternatives to a cold marital bed. I remembered my last days in the Army as the most sexually fulfilling of my life — with men.

The men on my construction site, however, had basic routines — work each day, spend a couple hours each night in a tavern, a fight or two, home for meat and wormy potatoes. After a few more beers, some TV, it was fuck the wife and hit the sack (come to think of it, not so different from the life of a soldier). Finding a man who wanted to trade sweat (or other drippings) was not so easy.

The crew undoubtedly had a “fellow traveler” or two, but trying to come on to a construction worker was like cleaning your ear with an ice pick — one slip and everything after that is pretty one-sided.

As a construction company manager, I dealt with the supervisors and coordinated with the architects during the day, then I went home, had dinner with the family, and sat down to watch a little TV — maybe with a beer. Most often I had to skip the “fuck the wife” part.

My son Paul — another graduate of the Private Clovis School of What a Man Can Do With His Asshole — was out on his own. He had joined the Army like his Old Man and had gone on to become a lieutenant in a rifle company, but that left the Old Man without the morning satisfaction of sonny-boy’s cock up his ass.

I hadn’t seen my lover, Captain Eric Stempl, in several months, and I had a bad case of itchy ass. It wanted some monster to stretch it open. My wife craved Godiva chocolates and ate them every night. I craved some male chocolates, but I didn’t get any, leaving me horny and frustrated.

To add insult to erectile-dysfunction, a section of beach near where we lived was a nudist beach. Of course this scandalized my wife, but we didn’t know about the array of naked bodies until after the papers had been signed. My wife never went near the nude beach, and (sigh!) I couldn’t, either. For one thing, a single recognition by someone from the town would probably bring an end to Life As I Knew It. For another, it was physically impossible for me to look at a naked man without raising my colors to full mast, so I would also have no chance of explaining my presence there as “an accident” or “losing my way.” A tented swimming suit would reveal my intentions as well as my endowment.

The slapping sounds of jacking off had become my theme song, and my foreskin developed a handgrip shape the exact size of my fingers. How did I get locked into being a teenager again??

And of course, Brian caught me. What else can go wrong??

Brian was the new member of the family, my nephew. Two years earlier, my brother and his wife died in a car crash while tuzla escort Brian was away at a summer camp. After the funeral, he came to live with us, and we tried to help him get over the grief. Over time he appeared to heal. We had thrown his 18th birthday party the previous week.

Brian was carrot-short and slender but still masculine — good muscle definition, not a geeky skeleton or a smooth, girlish physique. He stood rifle-straight at 5′ 2″ and probably 145 pounds or so. He had blue eyes under bushy blond eyebrows, and his thin lips overcame the usual teenaged poetic, drug-addict look because he smiled a lot.

His jaw came to a handsome point with a movie-star cleft in his chin. He reminded me of a teenaged Paul Newman. Blond, wavy hair covered his head, and his chest had a fine dusting of it even at his age.

So with my hyper-horny frame of mind, I accidentally blundered in on him as he got out of the shower. It seemed like an accident but probably wasn’t — or at best unconscious. Damn, look at that boy!

In the split second after I opened the bathroom door and before he saw me, I memorized: Big nips, maybe two inches across, brownish-red . . . I glanced down. Damn!

When Brian slid open the shower door, he grabbed the towel hanging on the rod, and as he stepped out, the towel dangling from his hand hid his cock. Damn! Damn! Damn!

When he looked up and saw me, I had to say, of course, “Oops, sorry! Didn’t know you were in here,” and I had to back out and close the door. Shit!

What in hell are you doing? Are you planning on coming on to your nephew?

Well, the hottest sex partner I ever had was Paul, my own son. Whenever he gets leave and comes home, he and I get it on.

You are thinking of seducing your brother’s son! It’s not the same! Paul was already gay; you just discovered it. Brian is straight. You would be betraying your brother’s memory!

Then I felt like shit. It’s true. No moves on Brian.

As Brian left the bathroom, a big, white towel piously covering his hips, I went in with shaving pushed to the back burner and a jack-off session suddenly

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With fantasy visions of what might have been behind Brian’s towel, I stroked my cock in short, sharp, violent strokes, banging against my groin with passion, jerking my cock full-length. I clenched my eyes in ecstasy as my torture reached a peak. My foreskin sang its flap-flap song as I went over the falls, and my legs spread apart. I spurted out my first stream of jizz–

–just in time to hear Brian’s voice: “Oh, God, Jeez, I’m sorry, Excuse me!” And the door slammed.

Hey, what is this?? Why is all this shit happening to me? Was I Casanova in a previous life and now get punished for it? How come me alla time??

I knew the situation wasn’t over — it had another shoe to fall, and I was eager to see how I would handle it — I had not the faintest idea. As I sat with Brian at the breakfast table, he avoided my eyes. My wife left the room for a minute, so I put down my coffee cup. “Brian, are you upset by what you saw in the bathroom?”

“N-no, I’m not. I’m sorry I walked in on you . . . I really am . . . but I’m not u-upset.”

“Yes, you are upset. But why? You do it, too, you know.”

“Yeah, but . . . but I never thought of you . . . jacking off!”

I smiled. “Come on, Brian, you know as well as I do that beating the meat is the one thing every man in the world knows about, no matter where he is — or how old he is. Let’s just lighten up about it. You saw me jacking off. I know you jack off. Life goes on.”

“Yeah . . . life goes on.”

Now would be the perfect time for my wife to come back into the room! The We All Do It speech is over.

But my wife lingered at whatever she was doing, and suddenly the ticking of the clock on the counter became deafening. Finally Brian spoke:

“Yours is so big. Can I . . . see it . . . again?”

Oh, shit, oh, fuck, oh, hell! I’m not going to come on to Brian; he’s my brother’s son! But oh, god!

I was so horny, my hand moved down to my zipper, but at that instant, my wife walked back into the kitchen. Fate had stepped in. I moved my hand away from my zipper. Damn! Damn! Damn!

I was amazed my wife could not feel the electricity in the air, but she just puttered at the counter with the pancakes. I had a hardon that tapped on the underneath of the table all through breakfast.

At work that day, I was so horny my balls felt like grapefruits, and as I grew hornier, I came closer and closer to trying for a man on the construction site. That was even more dangerous than fucking around in the Army. There was no privacy, no nearby woods, no hiking trails. If I hit on the wrong guy, my life would become a world of hurt, and that wasn’t fear of being attacked by the guy — I would lose my job, my wife would leave me, a thousand things would come unwound and snap back in my face.

I could göztepe escort see the headlines: Angry Mob Beats Retired Special Forces Pervert to Death!

Somehow I’ve got to get my mind off sex!

Don’t be so selfish. Think about other people. What could you do to help people?

Yeah, that’s right. I should think more about other people. I’m thinking only of myself. I’m a good guy. I should do something for humanity. Maybe for the underprivileged.

As a kid, boxing interested me, and in the Army boxing blended right in with the karate and self-defense training for the Special Forces. On active duty I still practiced classic boxing, working out at the post gym with the speed bags, skipping rope, and so on. I also took part in amateur boxing matches. While still a captain, I won a trophy or two in the Heavyweight category in the Brigade Fights.

I had heard of a downtown athletic club that worked with underprivileged ghetto boys, and that gave me an idea. I gave them a call. The guy who answered became very excited. “Yeah, we would love for you to come down and work with the boys. We have a good facility, used to be a YMCA club years ago. Still has the pool, the gym, the locker rooms, and so on. A real Special Forces colonel to help the boys train! That’s terrific!.”

The guy was ecstatic — maybe even a little over-selling. “It would be an honor to have you work with us, Colonel. The boys will be thrilled when they hear they’ll be training with a real Green Beret. We’ll call the newspapers, it will be great publicity!”

I chuckled. Town Honors Retired Green Beret Hero Who Helps Underprivileged Youth! “Well, I’m retired now–“

“–Same difference. ‘Once a Green Beret, always a Green Beret,’ eh?”

“I think that’s a US Marine saying.”

“Well, anyway, you’re going to love this. No little-boy stuff. Our program is for young men 18 and older. If it’s okay with you, we’ll start you out next Monday!”

I hung up the phone. Retired Military Man Successfully Reduces Libido.

I got a haircut and shaved carefully my first day as a Mentor Of Young Boxers. At 7:00 p.m. I drove to the address. The building was in a tough part of town. Shabby tenements all around. The building itself was a run-down two-story red brick building, solid enough — looked like it was built as a machine shop — windows all over the 2nd-story wall, but very small ones and very high in the ground-floor wall. Still if it had been a YMCA, it must have been a seedy one.

Inside, though, the place looked a lot better — a large pool, a big, wide room with punching bags and other exercise equipment along each wall. In the center of the room was a boxing ring. The “office” was a cubicle set off by movable panels at one corner. There I met Mr. Tanderlin, the director. Think of Woody Allen but tall and pudgy. He was a nice enough guy, but I kept expecting him to come across with a punchline.

He gave me a hearty welcome, though, and introduced me to the boys: a mixed bunch of tall, short, skinny, fat, muscular, flabby. Mostly blacks, a few Hispanics, a few whites, one or two Asians. One black kid seemed to be the leader. “. . . and this is Bobby Wollen. He’s our star member.” Tanderlin chuckled. “He sorta runs things around here.”

Bobby looked like a young, angry Denzel Washington dressed in a pale blue wife-beater, a pair of red nylon shorts and silver sneakers. He had attitude. Used to being in charge. A stretch in the Army would either make or break this kid — he was the sort who either made a great soldier or ended up in the guardhouse every weekend. I learned he was also known as “The King of Calomar” for the tenement building he lived in.

As we started out, we did the rope-skipping routines, the heavy bag, techniques for the speed bags, and so on. Everybody was having such a great time, I didn’t notice the hour, and finally Tanderlin came out of the office cubicle to announce the club was closing for the night. “Oh, gee, we’re right in the middle of a feint-fight. We’ll leave in just a few minutes. Can you set the door so it will lock behind us? I’ll make sure to shut off the lights.”

“Yes, that will be okay.”

About then I had to take a leak. “Be right back, boys. Have to take a leak.” I walked over to the locker room and went in. The urinals were in a smaller room at the far end.

It was an old building — the urinal was a long trough along one wall. I stepped up to it and pulled out my cock. As I was pissing, Bobby stood beside me. I glanced over. Damn! That boy is hung! I blinked. What he fetched out of his pants had to be a good nine inches, and it was still soft! Sheesh, his mother must’ve gotten pregnant in a Tijuana Donkey Show.

“Big, ain’t it?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Those are the magic words! But what could I say? Getting caught being mounted by a construction worker was one thing, but playing with this teenager’s peepee could land üsküdar escort me serious jail time. Damn. Wrong time. Wrong guy.

But I didn’t want to get off to a bad start with them by acting prudish and offended. “You’re a lucky guy. Going to make some woman very happy someday.”

I backed away from the urinal, tucking myself in. Does the torture never end??

Back in the gym, I had the boys go through some cooling-off routines, then sent them to the showers. Now’s my chance! Eye-candy! I walked into the locker room with them. I watched a few strip down. I saw Bobby toss his jockstrap in the hamper at the corner of the room (the club supplied the towels, gym suits, and jockstraps for the boys. They just had to come up with a pair of sneakers. Then it hit me: Idiot! One of those kids says something to his parents about the new coach watching them in the showers, and I’ll be run out of town on a rail!

Disgusting Pervert Found Ogling Boys in Locker Room — Police Could Not Hold Back Outraged Mob

Damn. I walked out of the locker room and stayed out in the gym, closing doors and putting things away until the last of them had said goodbye and left.

Then I checked out the shower room to make sure the water was turned off and the lights were out. I wandered over to the hamper. Bobby’s jockstrap was on top. I recognized it. Bike

0. Size XL. Off-white color. My favorite.

I took a deep breath. It was still damp. Yellowed from long use and many washings — but the yellowish stains on the pouch were new. Maybe even from tonight.

I held it to my nose. Ah, god. I inhaled. Strong, musky, masculine. A combination of sweat, piss, and maybe jizz. That heady odor of male pheromones. The smell of a young man’s scrotum.

Look at yourself, standing in a locker room with a jockstrap pouch over your face. You are sick!

It was true. Inhaling the fumes from a young man’s jockstrap was sickening — to anyone not so horny. In all fairness, the sight of a stained, raunchy jockstrap is a turn-on, but it’s nothing compared to a big, deep-breath sniff of the wearer’s crotch-musk — like the statue of David on TV compared to standing in front of it and fondling its huge cock.

I got so turned on smelling Bobby’s jockstrap, I desperately yanked open my pants to get a grip on my throbbing dong before — but too late! — an orgasm washed over me, and I spurted a fistful of sperm into my underwear. Damn, that was good! I took the jockstrap home with me.

The next two days — before my next meeting with the boys — were torture. Every man I saw at the construction site was big, muscular, and oozing masculinity. And the damned days were so hot, many stripped off their shirts, giving me shots of big chests. Their big, brown nips were sexual headlights blinding me in the middle of the road.

I lived in desperation. Nobody could jack off in a porta-pottie — the smell in there would make a maggot puke — so I had to keep shutting myself in the nauseating place — anything to siphon off some of my horniness.

When I was signing some requisitions, Carmody, the big, bald, broad-shouldered Cajun stood beside me with another paper to sign. Oh, shit, oh fuck, oh hell. Inches away from me as I bent over the desk, his body radiated a heat that burned the side of my face. With a godlike torso covered with a thatch of coarse, brown hair, Carmody could have posed for a Gold’s Gym ad.

I gulped. Sweat ran down my face. Couldn’t stop myself — I glanced over . . . at hard, jutting pecs like gun turrets, brown aureoles maybe three inches across with nipples sticking out like little arrows aimed at my fevered brain. If this were a torture chamber, I would have yelled uncle and signed the confession hours ago.

When I finally initialed Carmody’s paper and he walked away, I couldn’t catch my breath. I had been clenching my asshole for so long it ached, and when I finally released, yet another spurt of pre-cum wet the front of my pants.

That day I wore khakis. I glanced down. Oh, shit!

I snatched a can of Coke from Wilson’s hand. “Here, gimme a swig of that! Oops!” I dumped it in my lap. Wilson snatched it back and walked away muttering angrily, but at least I had a reason for the big wet circle in the front of my pants.

That night I begged my wife to let me in. God, I was horny. Nope. “Oh, Honey! I’ve got a headache!”

Again the headlines: Retired Army Colonel Dies of Mysterious Exploding Scrotum!

The next day was 100% horny anticipation. By the time I was to meet with the tenement boys again, I had resolved that I WAS going to watch them in the showers! And Bobby. If I get another hint from him, I’ll have his pants down to his knees so fast he’ll hear a sonic boom!

I even arrived a few minutes early, hoping to catch a few in the locker room changing from their street clothes. Nope. They were all doing workout routines, waiting for Coach to arrive. Nuts.

We spent the night in various training exercises, how to hit the punching bag, footwork, practicing jabs, crosses, uppercuts, etc. At the end of the evening, again we were running late, and again Tanderlin told us to stay on and lock up when we left.

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Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL.

*****

My feelings coming back from Montreal were mixed. On the one hand I had acquitted myself quite well in the strip club and I was pleased about that. I found it just as exhilarating as when I stripped for Darby in a club in Toronto. On the other hand I knew I was trapped. Donny, a guy that I had hired straight out of school and had mentored for several years before he moved on to bigger and better things, had been in the club with five of his friends and I had stripped up close and personal for them.

I knew that I was going to have to pay in one way or another to keep Donny quiet. I considered offering him money but I knew that he was well paid and so I figured that I would be paying with my body. I still couldn’t believe the coincidence that had me squatting naked in front of him with my pussy on full display. I could have chosen a different strip club to perform in and, for that matter, he and his buddies could have chosen a different one to celebrate Stevie’s wild weekend. Looking back at what might have been wasn’t going to help me. My career and possibly my pension were in Donny’s hands now and I had to try to come up with a way to regain control.

Donny had said that he would phone me sometime during the week and I was dreading the call. Every time the phone rang I jumped. The last call I got on Tuesday afternoon was from my boss.

“Janice, could you come to my office immediately? Something urgent has been brought to my attention and I need an explanation.”

“Oh shit.” I thought. “That bastard Donny has done it.”

I knocked on the office door and wondered if I might just break down and admit everything and beg for another chance.

“Come!”

I opened the door and went inside.

“Something very disturbing has come to my attention and I’d like you to explain it to me.” He was normally quite affable but right now he didn’t look happy at all.

“What’s up?” I asked. I wondered if I would have to go home and tell my husband that I was now unemployed.

“We are less than a week away from the budget forecast deadline and today I heard some very disturbing news. I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.

“How come, with less than a week to go, two of your units have not yet sent in their forecasts?”

My relief was almost too much to bear and I managed to stifle a nervous giggle but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

“You think this is funny?” he asked.

“No, I’m sorry. Adam’s unit is still waiting for approval from HR regarding three new hires. If he gets approval for all three, that will add at least two hundred grand to his budget for next year. If he doesn’t get approval his budget will be much the same as last year but we can’t have that big a variance in our estimates.”

“Ok, I’ll talk to HR. What about Pushpa’s unit?” he snapped.

“Puhspa is slow every year but she always gets it done in time.” I explained.

“Well, stick a rocket up her ass. I want that forecast on my desk by mid-day Thursday.” His language surprised me but I figured that he was getting pressure from the deputy minister who was probably getting the same from the minister.

“I will chase her for it.” I promised.

“Ok, do it now.” He ordered.

I left his office and went immediately to Pushpa to let her know that she had to work on nothing but her forecast until it was done and it had to be done by Thursday at noon.

When I got to the office on Wednesday there were two messages waiting for me. The first was from Pushpa asking for help. My heart missed a beat when I listened to the second message. It was a short message but it was chilling nonetheless.

“It is in your interest to call me as soon as you get this message.”

I closed my office door and called immediately. He picked up on the first ring.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

“In a couple of weeks the girls are going down to Vegas for their bachelorette weekend. I have decided to have a bachelor party on that weekend too.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” I asked. I knew exactly what it meant but I wasn’t going to give up without a bit of a fight.

“I’d like you to come and join us.” He replied.

“What will I have to do?”

“Whatever we tell you to and, if we can’t think of anything, you’ll have to.” He explained.

“Is it just the six of you?” I asked.

“Oh good god no.” he laughed. “So far we have eighteen of my closest friends and I’m still waiting to hear back from some others.”

“You know it’s your word against mine. If you go to my boss I will deny it.” I tried to sound confident.

“What’s your cell number?” he asked.

“Why?” I replied.

“What’s your cell number?” he repeated.

I gave the number and less than thirty seconds later my cell phone buzzed.

I fikirtepe escort picked it up and read the message. “Deny this!” Was all it read.

A couple of seconds later the phone buzzed again and I almost fainted. I was looking at a picture of myself on a table in the strip club in Montreal. I was sitting on the table completely naked. My pussy and boobs were clearly visible and my pussy was only inches from a guys face. What was also clearly visible was the massive smile on my face.

“Where did you get that picture?” I gasped.

“One of my buddies took it.” He replied. “Everyone was watching you and nobody was watching him. Want to see the rest of the photos?” He was clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“You don’t have any…” Before I could finish my sentence my phone buzzed again.

Six more photos appeared. I was on the table naked in all of them.

“I think the fourth one is the best.” He gloated. “But the sixth one is a beauty too.”

In the fourth photo I was on my back with my hand on my pussy. My fingers had my pussy lips spread wide. The sixth picture was taken from behind. I was on my hands and knees with my legs slightly apart. My ass and pussy were on full view. I happened to be looking over my shoulder at the guy that I was crawling away from. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t seen the guy taking the photos.

“Can I get your commitment for the bachelor party? He asked with fake politeness.

“Has anyone else seen these photos?” I asked.

“Not yet.” He replied.

“What do you mean not yet?”

“Do I have your commitment for the bachelor party?” he asked again.

“Ok. But I get to wipe the photos off of yours and anyone else’s phone.” I demanded.

“Sure, after the party.” He replied.

“And you leave me alone after that.”

“You’re in no position to make demands.” He threatened.

“Ok. Send me the details of your party.” I hung up before he could reply.

The following Wednesday I was in my office going through my mail when I noticed an envelope from a ministry that I had no reason to hear from. I knew immediately what it concerned. I got up to close my office door and then opened the envelope. The first thing that I pulled out was an “invitation” to a bachelor party only rather than being invited to attend I was being commanded to attend. At the bottom of the invitation was a phone number that I had to RSVP to.

Also inside the envelope were the six pictures that Donny had sent to my phone plus four others. I was naked in all of the photos except one. In the other picture I was wearing only a micro g-string. On the back of that picture were the words “Wear this on Friday.”

I realized that I was on a very slippery slope. I needed to find a way to end Donny’s grip on me. As it happens the thought of going to a bachelor party to be the “entertainment” for a fairly large group of young guys was quite exciting for me. I just wish it was something I could do on my terms rather than being forced to do it or risk having my lifestyle exposed to my long time employer. I also didn’t want to tell my husband that I was in a bind. I was afraid that he would get mad and we would argue about my choices.

Even though I had plenty of work to do I found it hard to concentrate and continually my mind wandered. How on earth could I get out of this? Then the simplest of ideas came to me.

I called Ronnie and Marcus’s number. Ronnie answered and I explained my predicament to her and my idea. She confirmed that Marcus was free that weekend and would be happy to accompany me to the party. Then I called Donny’s cell.

“Hi Donny, how’re you doing?” I asked.

“Fine. How about you?” he replied.

“I’m fine. I’m just calling to confirm that I will be at your party. Actually I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Good, we are too.” His smug attitude came through very clearly.

“A couple of things though, just so I don’t get lost. Is the address that I have to go to a bar or a hall or a house?” I asked.

“It’s Stevie’s house.” He replied. “What else do you need to know?”

“I see it starts at seven on Friday evening but how long will it last?”

“You’ll probably not be leaving until Sunday morning.” He answered.

“Good. We should have lots of fun.” I said as sexily as I could. “Would you mind if I brought a guy along just so that he can keep an eye on me. I don’t want things to get too far out of hand?”

“That’s fine. One more guy won’t make much difference.” He snorted.

“Ok, see you Friday.”

I hung up the phone and laughed. That was too easy. I thought Donny would be smarter than that.

I called Ronnie back and let her know that I would only need Marcus for the Friday evening.

When I got home that evening I told my husband that I was going to a girlfriend’s house on Friday evening and wouldn’t be home until sometime on Sunday afternoon.

He looked at me and smiled. “How many guys?”

I smiled back at him but said nothing.

“Ok, gebze escort you can tell me all about it on Sunday.” He laughed.

“Why don’t you see if Ronnie is free this weekend?” I suggested.

“Yes, it would be good to see her again. I just might do that.”

I went upstairs and quickly called Ronnie to let her know that my husband might call her and that, under any circumstances, she was not to tell him what I was doing on the weekend.

Around eleven o’clock on Friday morning I told my boss that I wasn’t feeling well and was going to head home.

“Ok, get some rest. Have a quiet weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.” He advised.

I smiled and said “Sure.” In truth my stomach was doing somersaults but that was due to my excitement about the coming weekend. I seriously doubted that I was going to get much rest. It promised to be a good weekend. Not only was I going to be as slutty as I ever had been but, if my plan worked, I would get out of Donny’s grip.

The party was in the west end of the city and I knew that, with the usual Friday afternoon traffic gridlock, it would take me two hours or so to get there. Marcus was going in his own car so that he could return home on Friday evening or Saturday morning while I saw the rest of the weekend out.

I made sure that my armpits, legs and pussy were shaved smooth, packed a bag with my stripper stuff and set off. I got lucky with the traffic and actually got to the house at around six-fifteen. I knocked on the door and Donny answered it. He let me in and I found that the only other guy there was Stevie. Stevie is the guy whose bachelor party this was and he was an integral part of my plan. He was big and handsome and I was looking forward to being a slut with him.

I asked Donny for a glass of wine and he disappeared into the kitchen. Stevie gave me a tour of the house and I must say it was quite impressive. There were four bedrooms two of which had its’ own en-suite. The main floor had a large kitchen and dining room, a study and a very large living room with a sunken floor. The basement was nicely decorated and had a big screen TV, several armchairs and two couches.

Donny brought my wine and asked if I had brought my stripper outfit. I told him that I had and apologized for only bringing one outfit. “I figured that once I strip I won’t be needing any clothes until Sunday.” I explained.

We sat and chatted for a little while and then Donny told me to go and put my outfit on. I went into a bathroom to change and spent a little time getting ready. I wanted to make sure that I looked perfect. When I was satisfied I went back into the living room. The guys were surprised at my outfit. My blouse was very low cut and my cleavage was already on view. My bra was just visible through the blouse. I had decided to wear a regular bra tonight rather than my usual half cup. My skirt barely covered my ass and the tops of my stockings were already on view. My panties matched my bra and underneath them I had my micro g-string on. A pair of heels completed the outfit and I felt ready for anything.

Just then the doorbell rang. Donny told me to go and answer it. I went to the door and opened it. Two young guys were stood there and I invited them in. On our way down the hallway back to the living room I felt a hand on my ass. I felt my nipples harden in anticipation.

Every time the doorbell rang I was sent to let someone in. I was also doing duty as a waitress. There were already at least a dozen guys there but at the moment no sign of Marcus. If he didn’t show up my plan was wrecked.

I had delivered a couple of beers to the two most recent arrivals and, as I turned to see if anyone else needed anything, one of the guys put his forefinger between my boobs and gently pulled my bra down and out. This revealed a little more skin and I simply stood and smiled at him as he did it. Just then the doorbell rang. I waited for the guy to let go of my bra and then went to the door. I was so glad to see Marcus when I opened the door that I got on tip toe and gave him a kiss and a hug.

“You know what you have to do?” I whispered.

“Yep, I know exactly what I am doing.” He replied.

I took him into the living room and introduced him to Donny and Stevie. Marcus was the largest man there so far but he wasn’t the only black man. Of the dozen or so guys there most of them were white but a couple were black. There was a couple of Indian guys and one who’s race I could not place (I later found out he was of mixed race and was from Brazil). We were still waiting for at least a half dozen more guys.

Marcus’ size and personality instantly made him popular and in next to no time he was chatting with people as if they were old friends.

By eight thirty there were twenty two guys, not including Marcus, and I knew that I would soon be told to strip and the fun would begin. In spite of the circumstances I was happy to be there and looking forward to the weekend. When I heard the music start I knew that my time had come. I made içerenköy escort sure that everyone had a drink and then moved down into the sunken living room. Some of the guys came and sat in the sofas and armchairs in the lower part of the living room and the rest gathered against the rail that ran around the upper part of the room.

The music was turned down a bit and Donny stood up and announced “This is Janice. She is here the whole weekend and her job is to do anything you tell her to. And I mean anything! She is here to give us pleasure and pleasure us she will. So, what do we say guys? Strip, strip, strip.”

The chant was soon taken up by the rest of the guys. It was very intimidating but also exhilarating. I looked up at Marcus and he was yelling for me to strip as loudly as the other guys.

Stevie was sat on a dining room chair that had been placed in the middle of the sunken part of the room. The music had started up again and I went behind it and tousled his hair. Then I put my hands over his shoulders and ran them down his chest. Leaning into him I kissed his neck just below his ear and moved around to his side. As I moved I made sure that my hips and butt were swaying. I leaned forward and kissed his face and neck. I knew the guys behind me had a fine view of my panty covered ass.

I swung one leg over and sat on his lap. His hands were hanging by his side and I lifted them up and put them on my thighs. He seemed to be a little embarrassed as I arched my back and pushed my chest into his face. Sitting back a little I undid the top three buttons of his shirt and ran my fingers through his chest hair.

I looked at his face until we made eye contact and then I slowly looked down at my boobs. His eyes followed mine and I started to undo the buttons on my blouse. When all of the buttons were undone I stood up and walked around clapping my hands above my head. My blouse was open wide and my clapping made my boobs bounce. The guys all started clapping too and I soon let my blouse drop.

I went back to the groom and rubbed myself against him and soon felt his hand on the back of my leg. Straddling him again I encouraged him to undo the four buttons that held my skirt up. He started on the lowest button and slowly moved up to the next. He fumbled a little with the third button but had no trouble with the last one. I stood up and my skirt fell away. I wasn’t wearing a suspender belt, the stockings didn’t need it. I had decided that after my bra and panties were gone I would invite Stevie to take off my stockings.

Now that I was just in my underwear and stockings I decided to give the rest of the guys some attention. I went from guy to guy sometimes straddling then and pushing my boobs into them or sitting on their lap and grinding my butt on them. I also went up the steps and around to the guys that were stood by the rail.

When I got to Marcus I squeezed his crotch and reached up to kiss him. I pretended to nibble on his ear as I whispered “You ready?”

He let out a groan and I knew that it meant yes.

Heading back down the steps I made sure that my butt and boobs were wobbling nicely and I straddled Stevie again. Grabbing his hands I put them on my bra covered boobs and let him squeeze them. Then I reached behind my back and undid the bra and let him pull it away from me. Putting my hands behind my head to show off my boobs I slowly pushed them into his face and swung them from side to side. I aimed a nipple at his mouth and he took it in and started to suck it. I threw my head back and gasped.

Then I stood up and turned my back to him and bent forward. I let his hands roam over my ass for a few moments and then stood up and wandered towards the couches. I went from guy to guy allowing them to play with my boobs and nipples. I must admit that I was very turned on and I couldn’t wait to get my panties off.

As this show was for Stevie’s benefit I went back to him and let him fondle me for a while. Then I stood up and put my thumbs into the sides of my panties. Oh so slowly I started to push them down. His eyes were riveted on my pubic area and I saw him swallow hard. When the strings of my g-string were revealed I took his hands and placed them on the waistband of my panties. I put my hands above my head and nodded for him to continue what I had started. When my panties had cleared my bum I took his hands off them and pushed them down to where gravity would take over. Then I stepped out of them and handed them to him.

He seemed embarrassed but did the obligatory sniff and then tucked them into his pocket. While he did that I had a quick look down to make sure that my micro g-string was properly in place. I stood up and did a slow, swaying turn in front of him and then did another circuit of the rest of the guys.

I eventually made my way back to Stevie and slipped off my heels. Then I lifted one foot up onto the chair and told him to take my stocking off. He fumbled a little because he was staring at my barely concealed pussy rather than my stockings. I snapped my fingers in front of him and he got back to taking off the stocking. When he got it down to my ankle I lifted my foot and finished the job and hung the stocking around his neck. I repeated the procedure with the other stocking and then straddled him again.

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As I looked at the wrecked room, one name leapt straight into my mind. Whether Jandaeng had told Yut about me, or he had worked it out by himself, I didn’t know, but I was sure this was his work. It was a message, not just a random break in. Nin started to edge into the room, but I pulled her back from the door. I didn’t want to find out the hard way there was somebody in there waiting for us.

‘Nin, let’s get away from here. We need to work out what to do.’

We went to reception to tell them our room had been broken into. I asked them if they had CCTV coverage of the room. The hotel’s Head of Security, a burly Scotsman, appeared and showed us what they had. There was only one camera trained on the lift up to the penthouse, and all it showed was two men in hotel uniforms entering the lift about two hours before we came back, and the same men coming out of the lift half an hour later.

‘Can you identify those two?’ I asked him.

‘Let me check.’ He spoke to an assistant who left to find out.

He and two tough looking security guards came up to the room with us, and he whistled as he saw the damage. ‘What a mess. I am so sorry for this, has anything been stolen?’

Nin and I took a look around and nothing seemed to be missing. The room safe was untouched with my iPad and our laptops inside. It made me think even more that this was intended as a message. The Head of Security’s phone rang and his face darkened as he listened.

He turned to us. ‘They aren’t hotel staff.’ He shrugged his shoulders. ‘We will call the police, of course, but I doubt there’s anything they can do. Do you have any idea why this has happened?’

I thought I knew damn well, but it wasn’t something I was going to share with him.

‘OK, do you want to move to another suite or stay here if I get housekeeping to put everything back? I can post a security guard at the elevator if that is acceptable. Of course, the hotel will reimburse for any damages.’

I looked at Nin and she nodded. ‘We’ll stay here, but if you can post a guard, that would be great. Oh, and don’t bother with the police. Nothing has been taken, so it’s not worth the hassle.’

I could see he wanted to ask me more questions, but he decided that discretion was more appropriate. He left as the housekeepers arrived to clean up the room, whilst Nin and I went down for a drink in the bar. I called Kritsada, but all I got was his answerphone message and I asked him to call me back as soon as he could.

‘Who do you think did this, Jamie?’

‘I’m pretty sure it’s Yut, Nin.’

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then made a few calls on her mobile. I was sure I heard her say Yut a few times before she finally put her phone down.

‘Someone I know can tell us about Yut. We go talk to her if you want.’

‘OK, should we go straight away?’

She looked at me sideways and I knew that something was coming.

‘Hmm, just one thing. You cannot go like that. You have to go as girl.’

‘Why?’

‘My friend work in club, she mamasan there. Not possible for you to go as James. Best you go as Scarlett. Dress like for Nancy and Joe. You like that, no?’

‘Nin, do I have to? Isn’t there another way?’

She shook her head. ‘You won’t be allowed, club is for Japanese men only.’

I had heard of these places; clubs and bars exclusively for Japanese. Thais and Westerners are not forbidden, but generally not welcome. Soi Thaniya, or Little Tokyo, is the area where a lot of these bars and clubs proliferate. If I could get a lead on Yut, I thought it would be worth it. I sighed, ‘OK, Nin, Scarlett it is.’

By the time we got back to the room, housekeeping had tidied everything away and replaced the furniture which had been ruined. The dress I had worn for the night with Nancy had been laundered by the hotel, so I put that on over a pair of tight panties. Nin helped me get ready although by now I was now much more confident doing my makeup. Before she helped me with my wig, Nin paused and looked at me in the mirror. ‘I think your hair now long enough to style nicely.’

I hadn’t had my hair cut for a long time and it was longer than I had ever worn it before, but in my eyes the wig was part of Scarlett, so it was definitely going on tonight. Without thinking I checked myself out in the mirror and Nin giggled, ‘You get more like girl every day.’

I blushed, and she put her arm through mine as we walked out of the room. As we waited for the lift to arrive, what Nin had said played on my mind. I knew I was sliding deeper and deeper into something, but how deep was I prepared to go? This had all started merely as an expedient disguise to get me off Samui unnoticed by Jandaeng. Since then it had gone much much further. Somehow it seemed that I now spent as much time as Jamie and Scarlett as I did as James. How did I feel about that? I honestly didn’t know. Who was I now? And who was I going to become? It seemed that James was slipping out of focus, and Jamie was coming more and more sharply into focus. And Scarlett? suadiye escort Well, if I felt good about being Jamie, then I felt so naughty as her. I giggled to myself about that.

The ping of the lift arriving shook me out of my thoughts. We stepped into the lift and I instinctively looked in the mirror to check my hair and makeup. Nin did the same until we caught each other’s eye and collapsed in giggles. We were still laughing as we left the lift and clip clopped on our heels across the hotel foyer. We took one of the tuk-tuks waiting outside and Nin gave the driver the directions. In the tuk-tuk Nin cheekily leant across and kissed me on the lips and I glimpsed the driver glancing at us in his mirror. I nodded my head towards the driver and Nin grinned as she saw what I meant. She put her hand up my dress and we kissed each other once more. The tuk-tuk veered sharply, and a horn blared as the driver got his eyes back on the road just in time to avoid a car. Eventually we pulled up somewhere in Soi Thaniya, and the driver ogled us as we linked arms and strutted away from the tuk-tuk.

‘My friend is called Anong, she worked with me when I was here in Bangkok. She now mamasan at this place. She does not speak English so I will translate.’

She stopped outside a door just as two Japanese men staggered out. They were obviously drunk and holding each other up. They leered at us, and one said something to the other in Japanese making them both laugh raucously. Nin immediately said something back to them in Japanese which made them stop laughing. We stood aside as they stumbled their way up the road.

‘I didn’t know you spoke Japanese.’

‘I know enough to tell them they are stupid, butt ugly, monkey faced, mouth breathing creeps.’

I laughed, ‘What did they say about us?’

She smiled, ‘No matter.’ We walked hand in hand into the club to be greeted by a Thai girl who, whilst smiling, didn’t appear that happy to see us. That changed the moment Nin started speaking. I assume she asked for her friend as the girl’s demeanour abruptly improved. She waved us through the lobby into the bar area, which appeared to be what a Japanese thought an English gentleman’s club would look like; lots of dark wood and leather chairs. There was a large bar area and a stage at one end where a man was belting out a passable karaoke version of My Way, albeit with a Japanese accent. The club was dimly lit, but I could see tables with groups of Japanese men, some with girls sat with them, some on their own. As far as I could see the girls were Thai or Japanese, but no western girls. We were getting a few glances from the men, but nobody seemed concerned.

An elegant Thai woman came out from behind the bar, embraced Nin and smiled at me. Nin turned to me and said, ‘This is Anong.’ I made a wai to her, and she responded before opening a door into what was obviously an office. There was a desk as well as a couple of sofas and she indicated we should sit down. She took a flask of sake from a small fridge and placed it on the table with three small cups and poured us each a cupful. I hadn’t much experience of drinking Sake, but it had a pleasant nutty aroma, and a light, sweet taste.

Anong began to speak and Nin translated. ‘Anong say Yut come here a few times as guest of Japanese men.’ She paused as Anong began to speak again. ‘They drink, and talk and sometimes girls sit with them, but not always. They send girls away and talk in private, usually in bathhouse at back of club.’

‘Does she know what they discuss?’

Nin asked Anong, and she shook her head. ‘No, they always stop talking if someone comes close.’

Among started speaking again, and I saw Nin’s face change. ‘Anong say the Japanese men Yut meets are gangsters she thinks. She calls them Gokudo, I think you call them Yakuza.’

I think my mouth must have dropped open because I knew who the Yakuza were. The Japanese organised crime gang is well known and feared, even outside Japan. They are ruthless but have links to Japanese business and even the Government. My mind was spinning with this news. What the hell was Yut doing with Yakuza? I tried to make some sense of this. Yut and Jandaeng were working together, so did that mean the Yakuza and the Triads were co-operating? Was Yut the contact for the Yakuza, and Jandaeng the point man for the Triads as they tried to take over Kritsada’s operations?

Somehow, that didn’t make sense. From what I knew, the Triads and the Yakuza wanted everything their own way like two vultures who wouldn’t like sharing a carcass. It seemed impossible that either gang would want to split the pickings with the other. In that case, what was Yut doing? Was he trying to cover his bases with both gangs? A stunning thought hit me; was Yut playing an audacious triple cross? The more I thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

If the Triads and Yakuza were competing to takeover in Bangkok, then Yut could be informing on Kritsada to Jandaeng, but really working for the Yakuza. Jandaeng yakacık escort was tied to the Triads, who wanted to move in on Kritsada. Yut would know what Jandaeng was up to and feed it all back to his Yakuza masters. They would allow Jandaeng to take Kritsada down and then move in themselves with Yut as the new head. It would get very ugly when the Triads caught on, but the Yakuza would have the advantage as they knew what was going to happen. Neither gang were strangers about using violence to get their way. It was an incredibly risky thing for Yut; if he was discovered, he would likely to meet a very sticky end indeed.

‘Jamie, Jamie.’

Nin’s voice cut into my train of thought. ‘Anong say one of the Japanese men Yut meets is in the club.’

Without thinking I blurted out, ‘Oh, can I see him?’

Nin stared at me. ‘Are you sure?’

I shrugged, ‘Why not? He doesn’t know me. I just want to see him to remember his face.’

Nin translated for me and Anong nodded. ‘Anong says we can sit at the bar and she will point him out. Jamie, are you sure?’

‘Sure, Nin. I’m only going to take a quick look. What can go wrong?’ Nin spluttered, but I didn’t give her a chance to say any more as I stood up and walked towards the door.

Anong led us into the bar but had to attend to a new customer. Nin and I sat at the bar looking around and I spotted him immediately. Even sitting down you could tell he was a strong man from his build and an aura of power seemed to emanate from him. His head was shaven, and I thought him to be good looking for a Japanese. Another man sat close by who I guessed would be the bodyguard. He was speaking to someone on his mobile drinking sake from a flask on the table in front of him. He put his hand over the phone and said something to the bodyguard who called over one of the bargirls. I turned away and was going to tell Nin we should leave when the bargirl appeared at my elbow and whispered to me. ‘Akihiko-san asks if you would do him honour of sitting with him?’ She indicated the man we had been told was Yut’s contact. He wasn’t looking at me, but talking intently on his mobile.

Nin looked puzzled but her eyes opened wide as she saw where my gaze had gone. ‘No, Jamie, you can’t,’ she hissed. ‘You know who he is.’

‘Yes, but I won’t get another chance this good to learn about Yut.’ She rolled her eyes as I stood up from the stool and followed the girl over to Akihiko’s table. I made a wai to him and he looked up and smiled before patting the seat next to him as he continued to speak on the phone. I sat down, crossed my legs and felt his eyes watching as my dress rode up. I hastily tugged the hem down, but it was so short it really didn’t hide anything. He finished the call and turned to look at me.

‘Thank you for coming to sit with me.’ He spoke in perfect English with only a slight accent and my surprise must have shown. ‘I did an MBA at Cornell in New York. I learnt to speak English in Japan before I went.’

‘Your English is excellent, Akihiko-san.’

‘I don’t practice enough, unfortunately. But where do you come from? We don’t see many westerners in here.’

‘I’m from New Zealand, Akihiko-san.’ I always think nobody really knows anything about New Zealand.

‘Ah, the land of the long white cloud. I hear it’s a beautiful country. What is your name?’

‘Scarlett, Akihiko-san.’

‘So, Scarlett, will you join me in some sake? It’s quite good here.’

I nodded and he snapped his fingers. One of the girls brought another cup to the table and filled it from a sake flask. Akihiko raised his cup, ‘Kanpai. Good health, I think you say.’

I picked the cup in both hands, ‘Kanpai, Akihiko-san’ I took a sip and immediately tasted the difference between what Anong had served and this. This was drier, with a depth and finish which was much more sophisticated.

‘You like?’

I nodded, ‘Yes, very much.’

‘Good, let’s have another one.’ The girl immediately poured two more measures, and I thought I need to be careful here, this stuff could go straight to my head.

‘Akihiko-san, may I ask why you asked me to sit with you?’

He looked at me for a couple of seconds and in that time, I thought again how handsome he was. His face was smooth with a strong jawline, but it was his eyes which grabbed me. They seemed to peer inside me and I had a disturbing feeling he knew all about me.

‘It’s nice to sit with a western girl sometimes. I miss the time I spent in New York, the girls there were always good fun. I saw you and thought it might be fun.’

I wondered if he really thought I was a girl. It was dark, but I wasn’t crazy enough to think I could pass close up. I thought I should get things clear. I didn’t want any misunderstandings.

‘Akihiko-san, thank you, but you do know I’m a special girl, don’t you?’

He didn’t answer for a few seconds and I braced myself for what was to come.

‘Of course, Scarlett. You are very pretty and I do know what kind of girl you are.’

I stared şerifali escort at him as that wasn’t the answer I had expected. He smiled, ‘I like all kinds of girls.’ I smiled back and something made me reach out and lay my fingers on his leg. He didn’t flinch and kept the smile on his face. I took another drink of the sake and this time it was refilled automatically by the girl.

‘Are you here on business, Akihiko-san?’

‘Please, no more Akihiko-san. Call me Aki, it’s what everyone calls me. Yes, you might say I’m here on business.’

He reached out to pick up his cup of sake and I stared as I saw that the top digit of his little finger was missing. He noticed me looking. ‘I did something foolish once and had to pay a penalty. It is the custom of my people.’

I remembered something an ex-colleague of mine who worked for a Japanese company in Kyoto had told me. His company had been targeted by Yakuza for extortion and he learnt quite a lot about them. If a Yakuza makes a serious mistake, he may be forced to cut off the top joint of his finger. It marks a man out as Yakuza for certain. Maybe the sake was kicking in now, but I touched his hand and stroked his little finger.

‘Does it hurt, Aki?’

He laughed, ‘Not any more. Do you sing Scarlett?’

‘A bit, why?’ I should have guessed what was coming, but the sake was definitely getting to me.

‘I feel like singing, would you come up and be with me?’

‘Oh, karaoke. Yes, I will, of course.’ Shit, did I really just say yes?

He picked up his sake and downed it in one, and he indicated I should do the same.

‘Kanpai, Aki.’

He laughed and gently pulled me to my feet and we walked across to the stage. When we got up on the stage I wasn’t sure this was such a great idea. The lights were quite bright, and I felt horribly vulnerable up there. Aki grabbed the microphone and flicked through the song choices on the karaoke machine in front of us. ‘Do you know this one?’ he asked, pointing to Happy by Pharrell Williams on the screen. I nodded, everyone knows that one.

The music started and everyone started to clap. When Aki began to sing, I was astounded to find he had a very good voice. I smiled at him and he gestured me to join in. To be honest, I have a decent voice courtesy of the school choir and I found it easy enough to join in. I caught sight of Nin sitting at the bar and she was staring wide eyed at me. Aki grinned at me as we sang and I even did a few little dance moves. The song ended to a good round of applause.

We returned to our table where our sake cups had been refilled once more. I was now definitely getting a buzz, whether from the sake, or being close to Aki, I didn’t know. I was fascinated by him. The Yakuza have such a fearsome reputation, yet he seemed almost gentle in the way he was treating me. A gangster who sings Happy wasn’t what I had expected. He knew I wasn’t a real girl, but that didn’t seem to worry him. I stroked my fingers up and down his leg, not entirely sure what I was doing or where this was going. He looked down and then back at me.

‘You should be careful what you’re getting into, Scarlett.’

The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Did he know who I was?

‘Oh, what would I be getting into, Aki?’ I hoped my voice didn’t give away the fear I was feeling.

He looked coolly at me, placed his hand over mine and leant close. ‘You have a choice to make, Scarlett. You can either walk away now or you can follow me to the bath house at the back of the club. If you do, I am sure we could have some more fun together. I will go there anyway. It is your choice whether or not to follow me.’

Oh my God, he was only inviting me to have sex, not to have me killed. Somehow, I found myself getting aroused, my heart was pumping faster, my face felt warm and my cock began to swell. Another cup of sake appeared and this time my head began to swim. I thought I had to get out of this or it would be too late. He picked up my hand and kissed my fingers, sending a tremor through me. God, what was wrong with me? He rose and his bodyguard followed him through a door to the back of the club. As I sat there trying to gather my thoughts, Nin arrived.

‘Come on let’s go, Jamie.’

I knew I should do as she said, but something inside me was holding me back from leaving with her. I tried to convince myself it was about what I could find out about Yut, but I knew there was another reason too. I looked up at Nin, ‘I have to do something.’

‘Jamie, noooo.’ She tried to grab my hand, but I stood up and walked over to the bathhouse door. As I pushed open the door, I turned to see Nin calling someone on her phone.

Aki’s bodyguard was standing in front of the door but he stood aside to allow me through. I walked into the changing room and slipped off my dress and panties and managed to wrap my hair in a turban. Something I had seen Alex do. Japanese bathing ritual dictates that you wash your body first before bathing. They think the western habit of washing in your bathwater is barbaric. I washed and rinsed myself with water from the shower before wrapping a towel around me. There was a glass door leading to the hot bath, and I stood for a few moments trying to control my nerves. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

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Trent Baker made sure no one was watching before he stepped out of the sunny fall afternoon and into the public restroom in the corner of Shady Grove Park. The cement structure, situated behind a concealing copse of elm trees out of the way of the more heavily trafficked areas of the park, was dimly lit compared to the perfect outside weather. It smelled faintly unpleasant, owing to the fact that the facility wasn’t cleaned, or looked after, very frequently or carefully.

Trent, who had on a Rabid Wolverine hoodie despite the pleasant weather, pulled the hood back off his head and unzipped it to reveal a matching practice jersey underneath. The Rabid Wolverines were Meadville High’s football team, and Trent Baker was the star wide-receiver that had been instrumental in taking the team to the state championship for the past two years. The 18-year-old senior was on his way to taking the team to a third.

Trent bent over and eyed under the row of toilet stalls to discover that they were all empty. He was alone. He straightened back up, catching a glimpse of his handsome, square jawed and masculine features in the grimy mirror above the row of sinks. He wiped a few beads of sweat off the brow of his shortly cropped blond-haired head and moved to the very last stall in the restroom.

He swung open the door with a loud creak, stepped inside and slammed it behind him, engaging the lock. Slinging his gym bag off his shoulder and depositing it in the far corner of the stall, up against the cement wall, Trent eyed the unwashed toilet seat. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, he gave the seat a wipe before sitting down and breathing a sigh, not pulling down his navy blue gym pants.

Abruptly, the silence was broken by the sound of Angels and Airwave’s “The War.” The inspirational jock-rock song emanated from the gym bag beside Trent. Frantically, he reached inside it, pulled out a cell phone, and flipped it open, answering in a cool-macho-guy voice.

“Yeah, babe?” It was Shannon, Trent’s girlfriend, the captain of the squad that cheered Trent and the Rabid Wolverines to victory on Friday nights.

“Bay-bee! Where are you? Practice ended twenty minutes ago!” She cooed from the other line.

“Uhh- Well I was almost to your house when I realized I forgot my science book! I’m on my way back to pick it up so I can finish that lab report tonight!” He had found it easier and easier to lie convincingly.

“Well hurry up! I’m horny and my mom will be home soon!” She pouted, playfully.

“Ooooo… I’ll haul ass, big time!”

“You better! But be careful! The whole season’d be blown without my hunk-of-Trent!” the 18-year-old cheerleader teased.

“Okay, see you soon babe!” He hung up, quickly fiddled with the phone to put it on silent, and tossed it back into his bag. Resting his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes, he thought about what he was doing in the men’s bathroom in the far corner of Shady Grove Park.

It wasn’t the first time. For a few months now, Trent had been sneaking off by himself periodically. Not on any sort of schedule, not more than once every few weeks. The park was twenty minutes away from the High School, in the opposite direction from his house and the neighborhood.

Raising his face up out of his hands, turning his head to his right, he looked at the hole cut into the side of the stall, leading into the adjacent compartment. The hole was at face level to Trent as he sat at the toilet.

It was the perfect size for a cock.

Around the hole and everywhere on kaynarca escort the stall walls were written crude, profane and obscene remarks. Just above the hole were two large arrows drawn in black marker, the words “SUCK HERE” scrawled above them. Trent knew from investigation that in the stall next to him, above the same hole was written “INSERT COCK HERE.”

For the thousandth time since Trent’s discovery of this place, he wondered to himself what he was doing here. He was an athletic, attractive, successful, outgoing, STRAIGHT teen. He knew it. Hell Shannon, and a good many other girls at Meadville High knew it too.

So why the strange, disturbing desire for the male body? Why, over his high school years, did Trent find it harder and harder not to stare at his teammates in the locker room; in the showers? Their broad shoulders, pink nipples, rippled abs, tight asses… their swinging cocks. Shaking his head in disgust at his thoughts, getting a half-wood in his jockeys at the same time, Trent almost stood up to flee from the bathroom. He froze as he heard foot falls on the concrete floor, entering the restroom.

The star athlete held his breath, listened as the footsteps approached, as the stall door beside him creaked open and slammed shut, as someone shuffled into the stall on the other side of the wall. There was a long moment of silence, some heavy breathing on the other side. Trent was sweating not unlike he had just sweat on the field during practice, in spite of the fact that the dim bathroom was cool, and he’d done this all before.

In his head, he found himself wishing simultaneously that the guy on the other end would just go to the bathroom and leave, and that he’d soon be filling the crudely fashioned hole in the wall with his man-meat at the same time. Such were the contradictory thoughts that ran through his mind during his homo-erotic cravings.

The quiet was shattered by a deliberate series of knocks from the other side. Three short raps on the stall partition. Trent caught his breath again, hesitated, then brought his own knuckles up to heavily vandalized wooden partition and knocked three times back. From the other side there was a grunt and the sound of a fly being unzipped. Trent sat with his eyes transfixed on the hole in the wall. He realized his lips were abnormally moist, that he was practically drooling, that he had forgotten to swallow. He licked his lips and swallowed the excess saliva.

Some shuffling from the other side, and then Trent’s eyes were going wide as the object of his unnatural and unsettling desire came gliding through the hole with barely enough room to fit.

A thick, swollen purple headed cock.

The cock kept coming through the hole until it was accompanied by a few brown pubic hairs as the man’s pelvis hit the other side of the wall. Trent thanked silently yet again that the wood partitions went up especially high between the stalls, leaving only about a foot between the top of the stall walls and the ceiling. Any shorter and the man on the other end would be able to peak over, maybe recognize the high school football player. Trent’s life would be ruined in a flash.

He was brought out of these thoughts as the guy on the other end cleared his throat. His mind half telling him no, that there was everything in the world wrong with what he was about to do, Trent reached out and wrapped his hand around the fat tip of the penis. Squeezing the head gently, he stroked downwards until his fist met the wall, then slowly back up; feeling every inch of the warm dick in his küçükyalı escort hand. He jerked the cock up and down, every other thought pushed out of his mind, only vaguely aware of the aching hard on already pressing against the jockeys in his pants.

He was startled out of the trance as the guy on the other end spoke, his voice deeper and more macho-sounding than Trent’s own, perhaps purposely concealing. “C’mon fairy, I don’t got all day. Just suck it already.”

Trent felt a pang of embarrassment that his stroking efforts weren’t doing it for the man on the other end. He wasn’t too upset however, because his mouth was practically dripping at the thought of filling it with the man’s dick. Squirming off the toilet and down onto his knees despite the grimy floor, Trent stared down the barrel off the cock, inches from his face.

He opened his mouth wide, brought his head down, and closed his moist lips around the cock head. Savoring the taste, the warmth, the softness, Trent let his tongue swirl around the mushroom tip, flicked it over the sensitive area on the underside of the cock just below the head. The Man on the other end grunted.

“That’s right faggot, suck that shit…”

Encouraged when he should have been irate at the bashing, Trent brought his hand back up around the base of the cock, stroked upwards as he brought his head downward, bringing the cock into his mouth. Trent went to work like this, twisting his fist gently as he brought it upwards, twisting his head slightly as he brought his mouth down, keeping his mouth as wet and inviting as possible. The guy on the other side sighed and groaned, breathlessly whispered the occasional “fuck” or “shiiit yeah.”

Trent’s mouth eagerly took care of the top half of the cock, while his hand took care of the lower half. The man on the other end spoke up again, “Fuck! You pussy-faggot! Get rid of the hand and take it down like a real cock-slut.”

Trent didn’t hesitate for a moment, no longer thinking, he took away his hand and recklessly pushed his mouth down on the cock. Before his face made it to the wall and the cock made it all the way in, it reached his throat and Trent thought he was going to gag. He pulled back a bit, heard a harsh laugh from the other end, and doubled his effort, pushing his head forwarding and taking the dick down his throat until his nose pressed against the graffiti covered wall.

The man on the other side grunted is approval as Trent held himself there, cock down his throat as long as he could, unable to breath, eyes beginning to water. Then the Man on the other end was pulling out, back through the hole. Trent got a breath of stale bathroom air through his nose just as he thought the man would pull the cock out of his mouth completely and back through the hole in the wall. Then it was pushing back into his mouth, past his tonsils and to the back of his throat again.

Trent, calling on all the grit and fortitude he’d used on the field, held his face up against the wall as the man pulled his cock back and forth through the hole, harder and faster each time, each time reaching the back of Trent’s throat, squeezing tears from his eyes and gooey snot from Trent’s nose. The wide-receiver fought to get a quick breath each time the fat cock slipped out of his throat.

From the other end, the man was grunting and groaning louder and faster to go along with his pumps in and out of Trent’s mouth. Between guttural groans he had taken to whispering hoarsely “fuck yeah, faggot!” repeatedly.

The words encouraged and fueled sancaktepe escort Trent, and he didn’t even notice that his own hand had fallen to his crotch, that he was rubbing it frantically over the bulge in his pants.

The man’s thrusts through the hole and into Trent’s mouth had become so forceful that his hips slammed into the wall on the other end, shaking the partition. As it reached a frantic pitch and Trent realized he was no longer able to get any breaths between thrusts, the man forcefully jammed his pelvis against the wall, froze with his dick at the back of Trent’s throat, and began to splirt glob after glob of thick cum down Trent’s throat. Trent swallowed as much as he could, but nonetheless still more oozed out around the man’s cock and down Trent’s square chin.

Finally the cum-onslaught ended, and the cock popped out of Trent’s mouth with a wet slurp and disappeared through the hole. Trent leaned backwards, sitting on his own heels and realized that in the fervor of it all, he had blown a huge load of his own inside his jockeys. A wet spot was already forming in the crotch of his pants.

He sat transfixed like that as he heard the man on the other end grabbing toilet paper, shuffling about a bit, and then flushing the toilet. The stall opened, and the man left quietly, all out of gay-bashing remarks. He was probably embarrassed and ashamed at what had taken place- not nearly as ashamed and embarrassed as Trent felt, however.

Eyes blurry, cheeks crusted with dried tears, nostrils and mouth joined by a mix of snot, saliva and semen, cum dripping down his chin, pants and underwear soiled with his own seed, Trent sighed and cursed himself inwardly.

Then he was compelled by the need to quickly clean-up any evidence of the dirty misdeed via a towel in his gym bag. He changed his pants and underwear, and hurried out of the stall. Washing his hands and splashing his face with water at the sink, he made it a point this time not to look at his handsome reflection in the mirror. He zipped the hoodie, pulled up the hood, and left the bathroom. Thankfully there was no one outside; the man in the other stall had gone.

As Trent walked to his truck- parked a few streets away from the park- he was already feeling better. He no longer hated himself; that feeling seemed to fade quicker and quicker after each deed.

As he got behind the wheel of the truck, what he mostly felt was frustration. His ideal male encounter was not in a dirty restroom, through a glory hole, sucking off a complete stranger. Circumstances forced Trent to go that route. What he really wanted was an attractive young guy from school, any one of his teammates would satisfy him. The problem was, he knew that even if he could find a willing participant on the team- which he thought unlikely- word would get out fast.

What Trent needed was someone off the team, someone of lower stature among the social hierarchy of Meadville high. Someone he could be sure to control. Trent was always on the look-out for just such a guy. But every band geek, every A.V. club member and every social outcast didn’t appeal to Trent physically. All the attractive guys were popular and dating like Trent. There was no way to sniff one out and be sure they wouldn’t announce a pass at them by the star wide-receiver to the school.

Indeed Trent was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The out-of-the-way rest-room in Shady Grove Park was the only place he could keep his dirty secret safe.

As he pulled away from Shady Grove Park that sunny fall afternoon, the fact that he really had forgotten his science book at school was the furthest thing from his mind. He had a girlfriend to go satisfy, dirty laundry to be cleaned, and a dirty desire to keep a secret. He had no idea that the forgotten lab-report would be exactly how he’d end up finding Joey.

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Away from home alone for the first time since my wife found out that I had gone to a strip club during my last business trip, I settle into my hotel room. I had thought of it as only a minor indiscretion, but my wife felt betrayed. She remains great looking in her early forties, but frets that she is losing her youthful beauty every time she finds a gray hair or imagines a wrinkle on her pretty face. I do not enjoy seeing my wife unhappy when there’s no reason for her to be. So I promised never to go to a strip club again, at least without her, but I didn’t like seeing the worry on her face when I left today.

I am tired after the flight across the country and wouldn’t have gone to a club to ogle young women flexing their lithesome bodies and perhaps doing a bit more for the right price. I have just taken off my clothes and lay down on the bed when someone tries to connect with me on FaceTime.

Who could it be? I have never chatted with anyone on video. And my wife, with her aversion to technology, I think would never attempt such a thing.

But çekmeköy escort when I find my phone, there she is. Instead of the mousy robe she wears in the evening to get comfortable before bedtime, I see that she’s wearing a black bra that displays her ample cleavage. Her brown hair is draped over her shoulders. Her lips are coated with pink lipstick and on her cheeks is a dusting of light blush. I can tell she is wearing a coat of foundation to hide her few blemishes. Her lashes are laden with mascara. Around her eyes she has traced a thin black line that ends with delicate wings on the outside. Dark blue shadow fades away toward her brows which she has as usual made to look perfect. The gold chain with the diamond pendant that I had bought her for our twentieth anniversary hangs from her neck.

She stands up and points the phone to the full length mirror in the bedroom, revealing that she is wearing see through black bikini panties, her pudenda hidden by an elaborate design. My rod stiffens as I take in the sight of her slim midriff cevizli escort with diamond adorning navel, her trim legs, and the black pumps on her feet.

She places her phone on the end table and lays on our bed, her torso supported by her left elbow. “I thought you might be lonely and need some company on your first night away from home,” I hear her say. I then watch as her index finger slowly moves to her lips and it along with its pink lacquered nail that perfectly matches her lipstick disappears into her mouth. The corners of her mouth turn up into a naughty smile and her eyes twinkle.

She slowly removes her finger from her mouth. “I just got back from working out at the gym and I’m really thirsty-for you,” she says.

“Becky, I never dreamed…,” I begin.

But before I can express my astonishment at this treat, she tells me, “I wish that your erect cock was in my mouth and my tongue was circling the corona and about to land on the tiny piece of flesh right beneath the opening that you like so much for me to erenköy escort touch.”

She giggles and lasciviously licks her lips.

“I love it so much when you explode in my mouth and then kiss my cum-glistening lips after I’ve shown you the pool of cum beneath my tongue. And I love seeing the expression on your face when my Adam’s apple bob when I swallow you,” she continues.

“Becky, this is so intense, I’m so hard, I wish we were together,” I reply.

“But kindergarten teachers can’t get off during the week! And I so much want you to close this deal. So think of it as me being supportive.”

I pull down my undershorts and point the phone at my erect cock, glistening with precum.

“Oh dear! What have I done?” she tells me and then giggles.

“It would be so great if you were here to finish me off!”

“Did you get this hard for the stripper?”

“No. I didn’t. Looking at eye candy, or even a lap dance, is nothing like your love!”

“Well thank you. So if we do this again tomorrow night, I don’t have to worry about you going to a strip club, do I?”

I shake my head no and after we exchange ‘I love you’ and say good-bye, the image of Becky disappears.

I wrap my hand around my cock and rub and after exploding into orgasm about a minute later, fall deep asleep.

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