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The room was already bursting with people experiencing the promise of a night to remember. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and the guests were dancing. But the night was still young.The group of girls had only just left the house, running “fashionably late”, and piled into the taxi. All in different colored dresses, with the exception of Sophie, who remained in her signature colour of black. Not going out for attention, just a good time. On the short journey, majority of the girls started talk of meeting guys and maybe going home with them. The others drank and prepared for the night ahead.It was just above freezing as they slipped out the taxi, immediately starting a slight jog to avoid being out in the cold as much as possible. The club they were headed to was obvious, with the smokers all outside, braving the air to fill their needs, and the music now clear to them as they came closer and closer. Stepping in was a relief, the heat of the crowd automatically hit them, and was a nice relief from the outside. Many of the girls already started poaching their victims, so Sophie asked around for drink orders and made her way to the bar.This was where she first saw him.The queue was long, but mostly full of men. This is where high heels and a tight dress came in handy, as she was ushered past them, all hoping they might have a chance. They didn’t. She wasn’t looking for anyone tonight. So shouted her orders to the bar man and stood waiting, avoiding eye contact with anyone, in fear of them getting the wrong idea. The girls finally joined her to get their drinks and lapped up the attention they were receiving from the men behind. Sophie grabbed hers and moved out of the way. Out of the lights, the black dress paid off and she near enough blended into the background. This way she could look around without assumptions or accusations. And then she saw him, only slightly, amongst a group of guys. The others were all laughing, he was only smiling, clearly the joker. She liked this in a guy. She continued to analyse him. His curly hair was an instant eye catcher; light brown, maybe blonde, as it was hard to tell in the flickering lights and the sway of the crowd. His eyes then immediately snatched her attention. They were breathtaking. Even mid laugh, half closed and looking away, they were beautiful. Then lower, to his mouth, çankaya escort his smile. She automatically felt her own curl up at the sides just at the sight. So genuine. Staring so intensely it took her a while to register him meeting her gaze. She saw him stop dancing to just stand still for a while. His questioning eyes lingered on her as his mouth remained open as if about to speak. She immediately looked away and retreated to her friends, feeling the crimson glow of her cheeks. She knew if he looked again and saw her clearly more attractive friends she would once again blend into the background and not have to withstand the rejection if he saw them later. The night went on, the DJ ran out of hits and the classics came to replace them. This comforted Sophie, she wasn’t a big fan of speed garage or r&b, so classic dance music calmed her in this already unfamiliar enviroment. She regularly glanced over to where she last saw him, seeing him dancing, laughing, and occasionally glancing around the room. For her? Not likely.Slower songs replaced the heavy based hits, and couples started pairing off. Some clearly old couples, just dancing and enjoying each others couples, not feeling the need to go any further because they either already have or know they have time to. Either way they were more refined and classy. The others however, clearly in it for one night and one night only, were groping the other, for all to see. Some just kissing, with some more passionately than other. Yet some taking it a lot further than needed in a public place. Sophie, now leaning against the side next to an open window, gazed out at the crowd, taking in all the characters coming and going and keeping track of her friends. To begin with she was pleased for the breeze cooling her down after escaping the crowd, yet after a while, the outside air was piling in and she was now regretting her choice of position. She reached up to pull the window shut, to save her pushing through the crowd once more, yet in place of the cold metal handle she was prepared for, she met smooth, warm skin. Someone’s hand. Also attempting to avoid the cold. She looked down to apologise yet the sight took her words and left her speechless. Those eyes. Now up close, more beautiful than she first perceived. Staring into hers. keçiören escort Deep, green eyes. Full of stories. Stories that for some reason she couldn’t wait to know. She quickly pulled back, as he continued to pull the window shut. She breathed a sigh of relief as the warm recycled air circulating the club replaced the draft. She smiled at the perfect stranger and turned away, so her long black hair covered her face, shielding him from her cheeks once again turning red. A trait she despised. Her eyes returned to the crowd, a comforting sight, no one staring back or questioning. She took back the last drops of her drink and placed the empty glass on the windowsill. “Bacardi and Coke?” His warm, sweet breath tickled her ear and crept down her neck. She shivered. His voice was perfect, not too deep to make him sound over powering but just right. His words perfectly pronounced, detecting no hint of colloquialism. “Excuse me?” After taking all this in, she tried to reply as quickly and calmly as possible. Trying not to give away how just three words could make her mind dig so deeply, desperately trying to gather more information about the stranger. “Bacardi and Coke, that’s what you’re drinking? Right?” “Oh, Yes, Right.” After seeing him glance down at her recently emptied glass, his statement suddenly made sense and she fumbled for an answer.“Stay here.” His words were soft, and in no way an order, yet her need to stay was intense. She watched him make his way through the crowd and take his place at the bar. She didn’t really plan on having another drink, as she’d already had three and was starting to feel slightly light headed. But this was her only way to find answers to the lingering questions she held for this guy. One more wouldn’t hurt. She didn’t even know his name and yet she was stood waiting as he returned.“Thank god. I thought you were going to do a runner and I’d have to drink this piss water.” He handed her the drink. She took it and felt a tingle run through her body as their fingers slightly met in the passing. “If a handsome stranger offers you a drink its only polite to stick around.” She smiled and he smiled back. Was this flirting? This was all new to her and she couldn’t quite tell, but she didn’t care what she said, as long as she got to see that smile etimesgut escort again it was all worth it.“I’m Ethan by the way”. He reached out his free hand and took hers, taking her breath away. His hands were strong yet soft, and she didn’t realise she was holding on longer than necessary and not speaking untill he coughed to urge a reply.“Oh, I’m Sophie.” Reluctantly she let go. Instantly missing the feel of his hand on hers. Feeling a blush emerging she quickly looked down and took a sip of her drink.“Nice to meet you Sophie, I don’t normally do this but, I at least had to meet you, I’m sorry to sound so forward but, your breathtakingly beautiful.” He looked into her eyes as he spoke, never breaking the connection, adding truth to every word making the whole sentence sound so genuine. This was defiantly a brand new experience. Sophie only ever heard these kinds of lines second hand from her friends on the taxi journey home, but even these didn’t prepare her for this. “Oh, thank you.” The blush was prominent in her cheeks now, and his quiet laugh reassured her that even the dimmed lighting couldn’t hide it. She looked down once again trying to hide her embarrassment, yet it was quickly replaced with shock as the side of his hand met her chin, gently raising it up again.“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us.” He laughed once more confirming her earlier suspicions of him being a laid back guy. He continued to stare into her eyes as his smile faded, his gaze intense, practically staring into her soul. Her blush continued but for the first time in her life, she didn’t care, nothing was worth ruining this. He moved first, breaking the connection by raising his pint and downing it all. He slammed it down on the windowsill and motioned to Sophie to do the same. She finished the remainder of her drink and placed it next to his.“So, she can drink, but can she dance?” He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. She couldn’t dance. It was a problem she’d had her whole life. She stuck to safer activities due to her clumsy nature, yet the feel of his hand once again wrapped around hers rushed all fear from her body, and she obediently followed him through the crowd.A popular Jason Derulo song was currently playing, and to start they awkwardly swayed to the beat, Sophie too shy and Ethan too scared of over stepping the boundary. He held her hands tightly to make sure all onlookers knew she was with him, but the wasn’t enough. As the song kicked in, he pulled her closer and slipped one hand around the arch of her back. Their cheeks touching. Their breath brushing the side of the others face. Their bodies pressed against each other moving in time to the music.

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It was going to be another scorching day. It was a Friday and like every Friday we got to knock off early. I had planned to sit in my garden with a long glass of something and soak up the rays after anointing my skin with my factor ten thousand lotion. Being so blonde, I had to be careful but it was gearing up to be so hot, I had to rethink.The college had their week off for the late spring holiday and the town square was full of banging hot girls in their tight shorts and bras. Some were splashing in the fountains while collections of guys who thought they were God’s gift to women, naked from the waist up, looked on. I waited for the tram, imagining how there might be a few sore backs come the morning.Then came the honking of the tramcar, as a few dawdlers were slow to clear the tracks and I hopped on, as it reached the stop. It was a case of standing room only and I made my way to a reasonably free spot near the front. At the next stop, more joined the throng and I was bumped and rus escort buffeted as other commuters jostled for space. As we pulled off I felt a slight jab in my waist and then a poke in my bum.“Oops! Sorry,” came the half-hearted apology from behind me. It was a female voice with a hint of sarcasm and rather than silently accept the acknowledgement that she had invaded my space, I twisted myself round and looked from whence the voice came.She was about my age – four years out of uni and with the look of the cosmopolitan girl about town. Along with her penetrating brown eyes, and brunette hair there came a lovely hint of perfume. My eyes lowered slowly, and I let her know I was having a good look. She was dressed for the weather, and I presumed she was employed by one of the town’s upmarket boutiques rather than a denizen of the office, like me. She wore a pair of closely-fitting red shorts, which betrayed the outline of her sex and yenimahalle escort a buttoned top of magenta silk, tied at the waist, revealing her midriff.I turned back and watched the world go by with the blur caused by the tram as it sped along the long straight section, by the canal. A few people alighted at the next stop, but not the brunette I am pleased to say. A seat became available but I decided to stand, aware of the whiff of cologne from my companion. I turned to have another look and she gazed back giving me an affectionate look, but didn’t break into a smile. She looked down at my bare legs, which had a slight tan owing to my recent addiction to vitamin D. I’m sure I saw the look of curiosity cross her face as she glanced down. I had put on a rather skimpy pair of panties and they were the only barrier between my nether regions and my denim skirt.I turned my back towards her once more, wondering if I had read the signals right. It had not yet reached the full heat of the day, but I was feeling hot. Suddenly I felt the closeness of her behind me, a combination of a sixth sense, and an increase in the strength of her perfume, which waved over my shoulder.When her fingers stroked inside my legs it wasn’t an absolute surprise but still made me visibly jerk with the physical shock. I had heard apocryphal tales of people making out on public transport, but never thought it actually took place, least of all with me. I supposed that the confines of the crowd had led to a little inappropriate touching. That it was a mistake and not a sexual advance. However, this theory was tested soon enough.I put my right hand on a steel pole and held on as the tram took a sharp corner. There was a slight bump as it negotiated some points and my fellow commuter used the opportunity to raise her hand a little higher. There was no doubt that she was having a feel. I looked around, feeling very self-conscious and keen to know if we had been found out. There were a few people half way down, all trying to avoid eye contact, but in the immediate vicinity the carriage had mainly cleared, apart from two ladies in deep conversation and an older guy who was half asleep.

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Sometimes I wish She would not surface. I long to control Her, to be able to keep the cork firmly in its bottle despite the dark pressure, and only release my dirty genie when, and if, it suits me. Just once, it would give me immense satisfaction to have the strength to make Her stay inside when it mattered. No intrusion. No rabid hunger. To enjoy moments of intense highs at my own pace. Moments like this one, my back shoved unceremoniously against the wall, eyes to the heavens while irrepressible staccato gasps are forced from my slack jaws with every sharp thrust. The wall clock above my head rebounds obediently in time to our actions and I swear even Kurt Cobain and the Red Hot Chili Peppers are judging me from nearby posters. Not that I’m able to reflect upon how far I’ve fallen, from innocent to insatiable within such a short period. His hands support my weight, clutching my bottom beneath the hiked pleated skirt, panties long since torn from me and flung across the room that we’d burst inside, twirling and kissing, hands roaming impatiently across clothes, seeking skin before crashing çankaya escort against the far wall, the giggling subsiding as tongues set up a furious dance. Dull thumps from the music emanate through the floor, each beat a reminder that we’re on borrowed time. Any of the other partygoers might throw open the bedroom door at any moment and catch us in the spilled light, nowhere to hide. What would they think of me? Would they laugh? Utter an apology and leave? Stay and watch? I shiver. Exposure suddenly feels risky. Dangerous. Yet utterly thrilling. She stirs and my legs wrap his torso, his belt buckle cold against my thigh. The shift of weight permits him to more easily bury his face in my neck. Light stubble first scuffs then scratches my tender flesh, his patchouli and cinnamon scent drifts between us, mixing with faint traces of wine and the distinct overtones of jasmine from my fiery sex. I’m overcome with the raw energy between us. Never been more ready and willing to accept what he has to offer, despite the risqué circumstances. keçiören escort Barely ten minutes earlier we’d been holding hands downstairs, enjoying the company of our friends, laughter gradually turning raucous as the alcohol flowed. Now I’m struggling to keep quiet out of necessity, low mewls spilling into the dim room past a hastily bitten lip. I want to cry out in ecstasy, to scream the fucking place down. Instead, my hands clutch the back of his head, spurring him on even though he needs no urging to continue slamming inside my drooling, velvety tunnel. Every time he buries his cock to the hilt inside me I shudder. This is what it feels like to be alive. To be impulsive. Reckless. Indecent. Hormones effervesce through my bloodstream, swelling my heart, making it race as we selfishly take what we need from one another without regard for the unfamiliar surroundings. Hot and hard, I start bouncing, using the wall as leverage to grind myself to meet his upstroke, our pubic bones colliding and crushing my exposed clit between etimesgut escort us. God, I love it. The clicking wetness is audible over the muffled opening bars of Bust A Move a floor below us, our own rhythm syncopated with that of Young MC in his prime. Nothing can beat this. No music, no food can top the binding togetherness laced with the thrill of potential discovery. The electric storm that whips between the two of us shoots lightning along my pussy walls and up to connect the swollen nubs at the apex of my breasts, straining beneath the thin turquoise fabric of my blouse. Responding to their call, I release his head and cup each mound, first squeezing the flesh before tweaking my hard nipples. Lust-filled messages consume my neural cortex and I can no longer contain my voice, panting and groaning his name as fire rages within me. His fingers dig into my ample bottom, the ramrod that pierces my soft folds takes on a ferocious pace and I start to lose control. I sense Her welling from the pit of my stomach, the ethereal need unfurling like a pirate’s flag, poisoning me with inky desire. I fight back, desperate to retain power as the thirst threatens to devour me from the inside. Although I know the result will be electrifying, it’s the last thing I want when I’m this close to coming. Losing grip every second signifies failure on some level, my conscience tumbling away despite the mental gymnastics as She emerges.

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I take you by the hand and lead you from the living room. We make a detour through the kitchen. I swing open the refrigerator door and grab a cold bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne on our way to the bathroom. Once there, I set the bottle on the counter and go about drawing a hot bath for you.The water flows and steam starts to fill the room. I press you back against the door and with one hand raise your arms above your head and kiss you urgently. Your workout top is still bunched together above your beautiful breasts. I cup them in my hands, give them a firm squeeze and feel your nipples stiffen once more. I pull your sweat-soaked top up and over your head, leaving you completely naked and lead you to the large, soaker tub.You step in and lower yourself into the warm, swirling water, leaning back against the side and luxuriating in the rising warmth. I squirt some bubble bath liquid into the tub and watch the soap churn into a white, fragrant froth around your body.I take a seat behind you outside the tub and watch you sink deeper into the warm water. Your eyes close at the feel of my hands sliding up and down your front. My lips find your neck and I kiss and lick your soft skin. I see your hard, tan nipples poking up through the foam rising up your body. I can’t help çankaya escort but reach down to rub them with the palms of my hands. My lips brush your ear and you feel my warm breath and hear a ragged growl with promises of all the ways I plan to take your body.I lift the bottle of champagne and pop the cork. I reach around and bring it to your lips and give you a sip directly from the bottle. With a mischievous grin, I tip the bottle and trickle ice-cold champagne down your neck and over your breasts. You jump, the bubbles tickling your skin as it washes away the soapy foam. You take another sip from the bottle and before you can swallow I bring my lips down to yours for a kiss and feel the champagne flow sensuously into my mouth.While you relax in the warm water I take a small plastic pitcher from the side of the tub and start pouring water over your head. I squeeze some of your favorite shampoo in the palm of my hand and start massaging it in, building up a lather. My fingertips then dig down to your scalp and start to massage in slow ovals. You close your eyes and enjoy the rhythmic stroking while the warm, soapy water sloshes up over your tits.I rinse the shampoo out of your hair and help you to stand and keçiören escort step out of the tub, still covered in soap. I lead you to the shower and turn the water on. I strip off my pants and boxer briefs and join you in the small, tight space. While we wait for the water to heat up I press you back into the corner, the tile cool and slick against your back and ass cheeks. I lift your arms above your head and lean in to kiss you, tasting the champagne on your lips.You feel my cock start to harden, my shaft pressed upward against your belly. You ache to run your fingertips up and down it but your hands are held fast above your head. I slide your body along the wall until we are under the coursing warm water. My mouth goes to your neck. I kiss and lick and nibble my way slowly down your body. I run my tongue across your armpit and then back over your beautiful, firm tits, sucking your nipples hard, each in turn.I move further down your body, releasing your arms and sliding my hands down your sides to your hips. I’m on my knees kissing and licking your belly. My tongue flicks out to play with your belly button ring. Free now, your hands go to my head and rest there, aching to provide some guidance, some pressure etimesgut escort to move my mouth where you want it to be – but you patiently await my next move. Such a good girl.My hands slide back over your ass cheeks and I squeeze them. My mouth moves lower, kissing your mound directly above your swelling clit. My hands slide back around to the front and I use them to press outward on the sides of your pussy to spread your lips open for me. I can see the glistening of the juices between your lips as the warm water sluices down your belly and threatens to wash it away.I open my mouth and extend the tip of my tongue to the bottom of your pussy and lick upward, gathering your sweetness and then swirling it around inside my mouth. I repeat this motion again and again and again, my tongue just barely grazing your clit with each stroke. You moan with need. I feel your fingers clench my wet hair tightly. You’ve had enough of this tease and you lean back hard against the slick tile and tilt your hips upward to meet my mouth.With a chuckle, I give you what you need. I bring my mouth to your engorged clit and pull it into my mouth, applying delicious suction that sends shocks through your body. I suck and release. Suck and release, feeling your clit swell and harden further while turning a deeper shade of pink – a rich fuchsia actually. With my hands still spreading your pussy lips wide I use my tongue to draw tight circles around and around your clit while sliding one, then two fingers slickly into your pussy. The quick penetration catches you by surprise and you gasp and moan with the sensation, wanting more.

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Another boring day ahead was the thought going through her head as she loaded the dishwasher again, that was until the salesman arrived at her door. She stood at the door listening to him for at least ten minutes, when suddenly the sky grew black and the heavens opened. She quickly ushered him inside and helped him remove his soaking wet jacket, both of them laughing at his predicament. She hung beşevler escort up his jacket then offered him a seat on her luxurious black leather sofa, this he accepted without hesitation. She then walked into the kitchen to make them both a hot drink. She was just about to turn around to ask him what he would like to drink when she felt cebeci escort his presence behind her.She was startled by his sudden closeness and he gently touched both her arms to acknowledge her surprise. She then turned around and they both grabbed each other and began to kiss very passionately, she could feel how much this was pleasing kolej escort him. She then lowered her hand and began to rub his crotch, which resulted in him increasing the intensity of his kisses. This made her aware of the very moist feeling she had between her legs. She took his hand from her and guided it into position. Gently he began to rub her making her squirm with delight, then he quickly put two of his fingers inside of her making her gasp in surprise. He then began to maneouvre his fingers in and out for what seemed like an eternity to her. He stopped very suddenly and dropped to his knees.He quickly lifted her dress, revealing her panty-less bald pussy. There was now a feeling of urgency building up inside him.

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Chapter 01: Meeting Vanessa Jack and Vanessa always called us their “vanilla” friends, which was kind of an inside joke since we were both African-American. She showed me what she wrote in Literotica and on Lush, and I thought it was cool that she did it in honor of Jack. She agreed to publish it under her “v22omk” identity, so that our stories could be connected. So here it is.I came into her tale in Chapter 5 (Lush version), although I had known “Jeannie” for some time. That day in the bathroom of Jack and Siller’s suite, when I discovered the whip marks Jack had put on her legs, I was hot! When she tried to explain, I was like, whatever girl. I know about guys hitting girls, I grew up in that scene. The girl can excuse it however she wants to, it’s still a guy hitting a girl. I was ready to give Jack what for, right then and there. But she made it clear she was a party to it — she specifically said it was consensual — so I throttled back a little. I still made her take my number, and I told her I would be watching.The crazy thing was, Silly (my alleged boyfriend) couldn’t shut up about her after he had seen her earlier in the dorm. He went on and on about how much she had changed, and how good she looked. My boy Silly (his name is Sylvester, he likes to be called Siller, “rhymes with killer” he says all the time, so I call him “Silly” just to tick him off) is kind of dense sometimes, but eventual-fucking-ly he realized my temperature was rising. I have a fuse, but not a very long one.”Look, babe, I’m just sayin’ she really changed. She was always sweet and nice, but there is something goin’ on between those two that has really heated her up.””Yeah Silly, you wanna try drinkin’ some white milk out of blondie’s bowl, you just go right ahead.” I waved my fist in front of his eyes.He laughed. “Ah come on, Nikki, you know it ain’t like that! I’m jus’ describing the environment, you know what I’m sayin’, being observant and all. You gotta admit, those were some killer heels she had on. Those would look good on you, girl!”I had to admit, he was right about that. They were killer heels, and I would have to find out where she got them…To be fair, well, Siller had it right about Jeannie, too. She was sweet, and nice, and about as color-blind as you could expect from a white G.R.I.T.S. (that’s ‘girl raised in the South’ to you uninitiated). She was also really cute, if not stunningly gorgeous. And something had changed about Jeannie since I had last seen her. She had a…kind of heat about her.I had poked Siller in the ribs because he was noticing her a little too much back in the dorm room. But when she looked at me…she seemed to be looking at me in a sexy way, almost a “lez be friends” look. I had never even thought of doing a girl, but suddenly it was in my head. Whoa!But Siller wasn’t done. He was dropping me off at my apartment before going back to the room he shared with Jack, since classes started early on Monday. He walked me up to the door, but I could see he still had something on his mind. Something that made his shorts stick out, I mean.”Hey babe, you know I’m only interested in chocolate milk, and only from your bowl, know what I’m sayin’? Hows about givin’ me a little taste?”Well, I had always said, it doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, as long as you eat at home. With this charming invitation in my ear, we waltzed into the apartment, already in a lip-lock, Siller kicking the door closed with his foot. We shed clothes like snakes shedding skin, leaving a trail of socks and shorts and jeans and panties all the way to the bedroom. Finally careening into the bed, I pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his smooth and muscular ebony torso.Siller was darker than I was, but we made a nice two-tone pair when we tangled in the sack. I one-handed his stiff cock out of his remaining garment and stroked it, tip to base, loving the velvety feel. Siller was content to lean back and let me take charge for the moment, so I did. I scooted down in the bed and began to lick his balls and shaft, concentrating on that spot underneath the head. Finally, I opened my mouth and sank it gradually onto his cock. He slipped his hands into my curls and began to guide my mouth, the tightness of his grip increasing as I worked my lips up and down.Then he eased up with his hands, stroking my hair lightly and said, “Baby, that’s so good, but I meant what I said about wanting to drink from your bowl…”Although I dearly loved sucking his big meat, I was more than happy to oblige his request. We traded positions in the bed, and Siller began to demonstrate his “bowl” -licking prowess. The boy did know how to tongue a girl’s snatch. He parted my pubic curls and licked and sucked on the outer lips and then gave my little man in the boat a little motor-boating treatment with his tongue which drove me wild! I could feel his short beard scratching lightly around my tender flesh and that just added to the fun.An unsought thought popped into my head for just a second…what would it feel like to have a girl doing that? Jesus, Mary and Joseph! But I pushed it away and got my unruly brain back on track as he worked that little man without mercy.Soon I was begging him to plant his seed, and like a gentleman, he complied with my request. He rose up over me and slipped my t-shirt off and lifted my boobs out of my sports bra. He gave those brown babies some of the same attention he had done for my puss, and once the nipples had stiffened up nicely, he slid that big dick of his deep into my girly garden while driving his tongue down my throat.I tasted myself on his lips and that merely increased my passion. He rode me like he was breaking a wild pony (I was bucking pretty hard!) and I wrapped my legs around his thighs. I could feel his nuts bouncing against my pussy when he rus escort slammed into me. He drew back and worked his stiff cock in and out of me until I was screaming for release. Pretty soon both of us were going over the edge and I could feel the hot jets of cum pumping out of his dick and splashing my insides.We lay there, exhausted, for just a few minutes. Soon Siller packed away his weapon of choice and headed off to the dorm, giving me one last lingering kiss before he did so.I lay there for a minute or two, wondering where that weird unasked-for thought had come from. And then I remembered…Jeannie’s long look.Besides being curious about that aspect, I was genuinely interested in getting to know both Jack and Jeannie a little better. Siller and Jack were rapidly becoming tight. Jack’s previous roommate, Mick, the guy that had actually known Jeannie in high school and had introduced her to Jack, had dropped out of school and joined the Air Force during the summer.Siller transferred from a community college in New York to Jack’s well-known southern engineering school, and he told me he had been a little nervous about who he would get as a roommate. Jack was also studying engineering, and the two had hit it off famously. Jeannie already had Jack’s undivided attention when we met.Jack had another close (female) friend at school, DeeDee, who was also really sweet, but I didn’t like being around her boyfriend, Rick. He didn’t seem to like Siller and I very much, and the feeling was mutual. I had a funny feeling that something unusual was going on between Rick and DeeDee, but it was only much later that I found out what.I had heard through the grapevine that Jack and Jeannie had had a very public falling out on Friday night, an argument that somehow involved Rick and DeeDee. The way I heard it, Rick said something to Jeannie and she absolutely ripped Jack a new one, stomping away from him and no-shit pulling the engagement ring off of her finger. DeeDee had talked intensely to her for a few minutes, and there had been some arguing there, too.But in the end Jack had proposed again — down on one knee even — in the Student Union. And Jeannie had said yes…again.All that had happened just two days prior to her showing up in the suite with welts all over the front of her thighs, welts that she inadvertently showed me in the bathroom when she was adjusting her skirt after going to the toilet. I had also seen that her boobs were bare underneath her white blouse, but she was wearing something, a bra or top, that lifted them up but left the nipples exposed. I’d also noticed (along with the whip marks) that she was wearing garter stockings. Curiouser and curiouser.So, imagine my surprise when Jeannie called me up the next week to talk. As you know from her story, this was all happening in the mid-80’s. Long distance calls cost a lot in those days, so long talks were out of the question. But it was clear Jeannie appreciated my concern, and also wanted to get to know me a little better. She could see Siller and Jack really liked each other, and Siller and I had been a “thing” almost since the day he set foot on campus at the beginning of the semester. Plus, we were both English majors — she was Lit, I was Ed.It turned out that my hometown — a small rural community — was just about dead even between her school and her home city. So we came up with a plan to spend a weekend together. We’d spend Friday night at her house, meet her folks, and then she would spend Saturday night at my house and meet my mother.Well, I don’t know if she “warned” her folks or not, but they were about as nice to me as you could have asked for, and we had a lot of fun. I grew up fishing, so once that became known, her dad and I had a lot to talk about. Friday night we played some board games with her folks and then pretty much crashed.Now there was a strange moment that night, in her bedroom. It seemed to me like she didn’t mind if I saw her naked. I mean, we’re both girls, so no big deal, but I mean usually girls don’t display themselves in the altogether to one another.But Jeannie, she was almost proud of the fading marks made by a belt or whip or something (which I saw were front and back, although the most recent seemed to be on her butt, legs, and breasts). She also didn’t hide the fact that she was shaved “down there.”She didn’t repeat the “lez be friends” look I thought (imagined?) I saw in the dorm room. But I remembered the unbidden notion that had entered my mind while Siller was working out on my puss. And I wondered…We talked about our relationships that night. I told her how I believed I might have really found something good with Siller, and that despite his smack talk, he was really considerate and kind to me.Jeannie opened up about her love affair with Jack, and explained about the Dominant/submissive relationship and a little bit about what that meant. But what really blew my mind was the explanation of what the big argument had been about.Jack had let Rick fuck her while she was blindfolded and tied up and then lied to her about it! Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I was ready to frickin’ call him right then and there to give him a piece of my mind. I think I actually got a little rowdy and she was afraid her parents would hear.Suddenly she was on the bed next to me, practically begging me to calm down. I guess I went on and on in my hot-burning-fuse kind of way, and the next thing I knew, she was crying. I put my arms around her and held her, not really knowing what to do. Finally, she lifted her face to me and spoke.”You said I could trust you,” she said through her tears, “and so I did.”That shook me, and did shut me up. I had promised her, that day in the dorm bathroom, that her confidences would be safe with me.”Nicole, yenimahalle escort I know you have to see this through your own filters, based on where you’re coming from, and that’s OK. But you’ve got to realize, I want this, I’m happy, I’m trying to explain myself. I know it’s totally crazy for you. I’m telling you this because I want you as a friend. But I trusted you, and now you’ve got to trust that I know my own heart.”I looked down at her. She was soft, and seemed fragile, but there was steel underneath. Whether or not she knew her own heart, that was for her to decide. She knew her own mind, I was getting that message Lima Charlie, as my big brother would say…Army talk for “loud and clear.”There was another thing going on…the heat from her skin was heating mine up too. I could smell her, so close, her blonde hair drifting over my darker-colored arm. That momentary look — back in the dorm room — came suddenly back into my mind. The thought that had come to me while Siller was licking my puss…yeah, that came back too.She smiled at me, and without warning, kissed me very lightly on the lips.”Thanks for being here, Nicole. Thanks for listening. Thanks for not judging.”I held her a moment longer, all of a sudden not wanting to let her go. But let her go I did.The twin bed was comfortable, but it was more difficult than I had expected to get to sleep that night, with her just across the room, and the touch of her soft lips still on mine…******Saturday we went out touring the city. Since it was getting cooler, I wore jeans, t-shirt, sweatshirt, and wedges. She wore a light jacket, blouse, skirt and heels, although just 4-inch ones, not the amazing heels she had on at Jack’s and Siller’s room. I had mentioned along the way that Siller and I really liked the ‘killer’ heels. She smiled and offered to show me where she had gotten them. I love shopping (what girl doesn’t?), so I was down with that.I wasn’t really ready for Visions in Lace, however. It was fancier than the clothing stores I shopped in, and seemed focused, mainly, on lingerie and wedding stuff. Jeannie told me the heels had come from here, although I didn’t see a shoe section. Jeannie told me about the owner, Marguerite, and that she was originally from East Germany.It was clear Jeannie was known there, because Marguerite, a beautiful, tall, dark-haired older woman with pale skin, came directly up to her when we walked in. When she walked up, she gave Jeannie a long look, a look that you could have lit a fucking cigarette from, it was so hot. And it was clearly returned by Jeannie. What the hell?”My beautiful Vanessa, so nice to see you again. And who is your lovely companion?””Marguerite, I would like you to meet my friend Nicole. She’s particularly interested in the black heels I got from you. She might like to look around at some of the other things too….”Marguerite clasped my hand warmly. Marguerite definitely had a cool German accent, but I was still trying to get my head around the fiery look she and ‘Vanessa’ had exchanged. Vanessa? Again, WTF?”So nice to meet you, Nicole. I am so pleased Vanessa brought you today. I hope you see something you like! We don’t actually have a shoe section in the store, but I keep a few pair in stock for special customers. Come on back to the dressing area and let me take some measurements.”While we were walking back to the rear of the store, I asked Jeannie, “Vanessa?”Jeannie gave me a conspiratorial smile, “It’s a pet name Jack uses for me. Marguerite knows both, but I guess she just likes ‘Vanessa.'”I knew what a pet name was, usually something like ‘honeybunch’ or ‘babygirl’ or something like that. But ‘Vanessa?’ That was a new one.Another thought occurred to me. “Jeannie, this looks like an expensive place. I hate to have Marguerite spend a lot of time, only to discover the shoes cost more than I can spend.”Jeannie replied, “Don’t worry about it. If they’re too expensive, she’ll understand. But she’s pretty flexible.”I gave her a look at that. I was beginning to wonder what “flexible” meant in this context. Hmmm.In the dressing area, Marguerite personally measured my feet. And my waist. And my bust. And…and…and…it went on and on.While she was doing it, she explained herself in precise but accented English. “Nicole, I know this seems excessive for just a pair of shoes, but when a new potential customer comes in, I like to take a full set of measurements so that I can be ready if she needs something in particular later on, or perhaps even needs custom work. Who knows, I might be fortunate enough to gain her business for the long term.”And frankly,” she continued, “I don’t have a large black clientele. I would like to expand my business to women of color. If I can help you, and impress you with the quality of my offerings and service, that would be the best possible advertisement for me. So, I am doubly glad Vanessa brought you today, Nicole. I’m always glad to see Vanessa and any of her friends. And I hope you will become a customer.”Well, that was about as plain-spoken as you would want to hear, and I actually appreciated her directness. I liked this lady already. Now for the hot looks….”Now, to the shoes. Let me bring out some examples that I think will fit, and maybe a few that won’t, so you can see the styles. I can always order a size if I don’t have it available.”Marguerite brought out several shoe boxes and laid them out. She had a pair like the ones I had seen Jeannie wear that night at the dorm, the black patent high platform closed-toe shoes, as well as similar shoes in black leather, white patent and white leather, some black strappy platform sandals, some brown ankle boots, some peep-toe heels and a pair of black patent pointed-toe pumps. All of the shoes had what I would call ‘stiletto’ heels, very narrow and tall. All the heels looked like they were at least five inches tall, the platform ones were even taller.”Nicole, do you see anything you like?” Marguerite queried.”I actually like the ones Jean…I mean Vanessa has,” pointing at the first pair she had brought out, “but I also like the pumps. They look really classy.””Well, it turns out we don’t have the black platforms in your size right now, but we do have the pumps. Would you like to try them on?””Yes, please. Do you have some footies, or something?””I have something I think you will like better.” Marguerite reached into a box and came out with what I first thought were opaque garter stockings. “These are thigh-high stockings. They have an elastic band at the top that keeps them up without garters. Put these on in the dressing room, and you can get a better idea of how the shoes will fit — and how they will look. You have very lovely, slender legs so they should really fit you well and look very nice. I think you may like to show off your legs in shorter skirts, so this color will give you a very finished look. Much better than with the jeans.”It was funny, I had actually heard other black women recommending opaque hose for wear with shorter skirts. This Marguerite knew her stuff!And so I found myself in my t-shirt and bikini panties and with thigh-high stockings on my legs — and hosiery was something I actually didn’t wear very often. Marguerite was right — they fit great and looked even better, particularly when I got the heels on and walked onto the mirrored stage. Siller would be drooling all over me!Funny thing was, it looked like I wouldn’t have to wait on Siller to get a positive reaction. Both Jeannie and Marguerite were clearly enjoying the view. What was with these two?”Uh, Marguerite, how much are these shoes?” I asked, afraid to hear the price.”Buy the stockings, and I’ll throw the shoes in for free.” She answered, smiling.I was dumbfounded. I thought she might give me the stockings if I bought the shoes, but not the other way around!Marguerite laughed at the look on my face. “You don’t know how pleased I am that Vanessa brought you by. I know you’re both college students and probably don’t have a lot to spend. The shoes are my gift. The stockings, yes, I sell them, and buying them will make you a customer. The shoes are really not my main business, just sort of a sideline. Consider them a form of advertising.”But, if you decide you want some of the other designs, please let me know. I can order them, and I will give you a fair price.”Well that certainly “sold” me. I ended up buying several more pairs of the thigh-highs and a pale cream bustier top, so I really was a customer. But the heels…wow!When Jeannie and I finally took our leave from Marguerite, she gave us both a hug and a kiss on each cheek. She had invited us to have dinner with her, but I knew my mother was expecting us at home and so begged off. I was beginning to wonder exactly what her relationship with Jeannie really was, since it seemed to extend beyond vendor/customer somehow.However, next stop was my house. I had warned my mother what to expect, because that was a standing instruction from her. She was very organized and didn’t much like surprises. I don’t know what Jeannie expected, but when we drove up into the immaculate driveway of my mother’s small house, she looked around, obviously impressed.My mother wasn’t well-to-do in the classic sense, but she had good business sense and had made the most of her opportunities in the ten years since she threw my father out.I had told Jeannie I had lived the abusive scene, and I had. My mother had put up with my father’s beatings for years, until at age fifteen, my older brother Antoine had told her if she didn’t do something, he would. I was only twelve then. That got her moving, and she filed a complaint and then got a restraining order and a divorce — and counseling.After he graduated from high school and was confident my mother was on the right track, Antoine joined the Army. He came back often to visit, but he seemed to be well on his way to a successful career.My mother met us in the driveway and gave Jeannie a warm hug. “I hope you two are hungry, because I’ve got a feed planned. Come on in!”Jeannie seemed to genuinely enjoy talking to my mother, as they shared an interest in cooking that I had never really “caught.” Jeannie had a good sense of humor and was able to tell her some tales of college life that got us all laughing. The evening went quickly; my mother liked a glass of wine after dinner and she offered some to Jeannie (and even, surprisingly, to me).My mother was a big fan of The Cosby Show, so she asked Jeannie if she would mind if we watched. It turned out Jeannie’s family watched it too, so Jeannie knew all the characters and we all laughed at the various situations in the show.Later, we headed to my room. Mother had made up an inflatable bed on the floor and Jeannie insisted on taking that one for herself. We got ready for bed and then Jeannie made a strange request. She asked if I had a new razor she could use in the morning, as she had forgotten to bring one. I told her I wasn’t sure I had a new one but she was welcome to use mine.She hesitated and said she’d really like a new one. I was a little bit hurt — was she implying that a razor I had used wasn’t very clean or something?I guess my reaction was kind of obvious. She blushed to her roots. What a shade of red a blonde white girl could turn!”Nicole, I’m really sorry to be so particular, but I never even use my own leg razor for uh, this.”Suddenly understanding dawned. “You’re talking about shaving, umm, down there, right?”She nodded. “It’s an extra-sensitive area, and even using a razor once on your legs dulls it to the point you don’t want to use it there, trust me. And it’s recommended that you simply not use a razor anywhere else and then use it down there, because of the possibility of infection. It’s a delicate area — but I’m not telling you anything you don’t know!”

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I loved my early morning runs, not the one on the treadmill that will happen later, no, these early mornings just before the sun comes up. A slight chill in the air, the only sound was coming from the birds and my feet hitting the concrete. I loved the feeling of being alone, just me, and the birds. I never wore any of my earbuds or listened to any music on the mornings like this one. I felt my heart racing as I ran up and touched my marker, a light pole six miles from my house. It wasn’t much, but it was the start of a very vigorous day. I had a lot on my mind today. I turned around and headed home. Even though we had a great Friday last week, I had nothing planned for this week, and I didn’t want anything to happen after he left the hotel, things started to bother me. There were random phone calls during the nights afterward, plus he didn’t smell like he used to, I had gotten used to the smell of paper and cardboard on him. Especially that awful glue smell that hung around the house for days on end, all of it was gone. When I asked him about it, all Jeff said was that he was in the office more and spent less time on the actual floor. Then something odd happened, he said he got a bonus, and it was enough to catch us up on the house. That set things off in my head. We owed a lot, not enough to put us in serious trouble, but enough for me to get a second job. With one bonus, he was able to catch us up on the house and his truck? Something didn’t sit right.Then yesterday at the gym Aaron approached me and asked if we could talk privately today, as he was too busy yesterday to speak when I asked him what it was about, all he said was that it was important and could be life-changing. How can someone say that and expect the other person to wait patiently? I begged him to tell me, but he didn’t want to upset me at work. I rounded the corner towards my house, just two more miles to go, I thought to myself. My ponytail felt heavy on my head as I ran; my legs were getting tired. Usually, I would rest at the halfway point for a moment or two, but I was pushing myself. I wanted this to be over, I loved my husband, and if something was going on, I wanted to know what it was, and if it was as bad as I was making it out in my head. Everything from him cheating on me to stealing money from the workplace was going through my head. But what made it worse was Aaron’s voice, he seemed worried. For a cop to be concerned about me, made me even more scared. Aaron was a nice man at a different time and place, who knows, but he was very happily married to a wonderful woman and had three kids, a cat, a dog, and a large boat. I was happy. I stopped dead as I thought about it. Was I? I started walking down the dirt road that leads to my house. A few weeks ago, I was thinking about cheating. Then I had put it on Jeff that I wasn’t getting sexually satisfied, now I had doubts about where he was getting money. What if the problem wasn’t him, what if it was me? What if I was looking for a way out? I shook my head as I turned the slight corner to the house. There was Jeff outside on the patio talking on the phone. Who was he talking to this early in the morning? He kept staring down otele gelen escort the path. If it weren’t for the outcropping of bushes, he would see me. “What is going on, Jeff?” I whispered vapor rose into the air as I spoke. I wanted to get closer so I could hear what he was saying, but he had the vantage point. I couldn’t move forward without him noticing unless I thought to myself as I stepped backward. I ran as fast as I could further up the path towards Ray’s place. I had started calling the mobile home and everything around it Ray’s property as he had redone most of it. The mobile looked better as he had painted it as well as fixed many of the things we had ignored throughout the years. “Shit,” I said I stopped dead in my tracks hiding behind some bushes as Ray and a blonde woman came out to the makeshift driveway. “I will call you again soon,” Ray said as he walked the busty, voluptuous woman to her car. She had quite the figure on her. Thick in all the right places, nowhere near as me when it came to chest size, but more significant than the average, and it was evident that Ray liked his women big and curvy. “Anytime you want to drain the dragon,” the woman said as she grabbed Ray’s crotch. “Just give me a call.” I stifled a laugh as she said that, “Who calls a cock a dragon?” I thought to myself. The lady got into her car and drove away. “You can come out now,” Ray said, staring in my direction. “Sorry,” I said as I came out of my hiding place. “I didn’t mean to…” “He’s not on the porch anymore,” Ray said as he looked at the direction of the house. With that, he turned around and started to walk back inside. “You have to tell me,” I said as I ran at him. “It’s killing me inside.” Ray looked at me with a look of pity. He knew I was desperate. “Go by the job,” he said. “That’s all I am telling you,” he said as he walked up the stairs, and then he stared back at me. “I am sorry, but I am not a snitch, when you find out, this door will be open.” I nodded back at him. Jeff had been a friend of his at one point to turn him in would go against the so-called code. I ran back to the house and found Jeff inside, making his famous banana pancakes. “Oh, you are so bad!” I yelled at him. “I made them with some protein powder and some of that vitamin powder you put in everything,” Jeff said as he pushed a plate over to me. “I guess I can do some extra cardio today,” I said as I sat in the chair. I had to put my thoughts aside, for now, I didn’t want to come over as the clingy wife, but I had to know what was going on. “How’s work, you have been called in a lot lately?” I asked as I bit into my pancake. “Damn, this is good!” “They got rid of one of the shift managers, so Hank and I have to do double work, but they gave us a raise so,” Jeff smiled as he flipped the towel onto his shoulder. “More money means you can quit one of your jobs.” “Is it going to stick? I mean with the extra hours and the hard floor,” I asked, I knew how the hard warehouse floor was on his back. “I can push through, and when I can’t, I can go upstairs to the lounge and relax a while, trust me,” Jeff said with that smile balgat escort that made me melt inside. If this was the problem everyone was worried about, then it was something I could deal with, maybe he fired someone Ray liked and it got out of control. Jeff has a temper, and perhaps that’s why Aaron wanted to talk to me if he hit the guy or the guy hit him. I was pulling at straws. I knew it had to be more than what was I was thinking. “I know things have been rough lately, with me grasping at all these things to get rich fast, but trust me when I say, it’s all over,” Jeff said as he sat near me. “I will focus all my energy on making things right again.” I nodded my head as I stared at him, then a smile crept on my face as I caught him staring. “I thought you liked my ass more?” “Well, you said I haven’t been paying them much attention lately,” he said as he stood up and circled behind me.  “Because it’s true, you have been grabbing my ass, or my thighs, especially playing and pulling my hair, but the girls…” I stopped as he played with my chest from behind as I sat. I leaned back as he rolled them around my chest and squeezed them. Jeff knew I loved my boobs played with and squeezed, not mauled to death, but the slight squeezing and rolling motion, made me soak myself with the right amount of attention. “You like that?” Jeff asked as he pulled down my sports bra. “Yes,” I moaned as he pinched one of my pink nipples, then the other. “Don’t stop,” I said as he continued to play with my enormous breasts. “Stand up,” Jeff ordered. I stood up and placed both hands on the table. I knew what he wanted, Jeff grabbed my tight sports shorts and yanked them to the floor, he pulled my thong to the side, and with one quick push, he was balls deep inside of me. “Yes, Jeff,” I moaned as he grabbed my long black hair in a tight hold around his balled-up fist. He yanked it back as he started to pound his cock inside of me. “Fuck me, Jeff, fuck your wife!” “That’s right, you’re mine,” Jeff growled in my ears as he fucked me hard and fast. “These giant breasts, mine, this tight stomach, mine,” he growled as he fucked me, he didn’t take it slow or cared if I was getting any pleasure. “My ass, Jeff? What about my ass, I work on it just for you,” I said quietly as I felt his cock pulse and throb inside of me. “Especially mine,” Jeff said as he gave my ass a quick and hard slap. “All those guys at the gym and the bar, what do you tell them when they ask to see or touch any part of you?” Jeff grunted. He was close to cumming already. “I belong to my husband,” I said with a slight grin. It was a small lie, I did tell them I was happily married, but they still got a slight grab of my butt or a tiny lap dance as I moved around them, just enough for them to buy more alcohol or give me a bigger tip. Nothing to lead them on to thinking they could take me home. “When I want to cum, where do I cum,” Jeff said as he slammed his dick into me. “Inside your wife, your property,” I said as I felt him cum. He gave my ass another slap as he pulled out. I felt his cum already leaking out of me as I heard him walk up the stairs. “Don’t elvankent escort worry. I will clean up,” I said as I looked at the kitchen filled with the mess he made from making the pancakes. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~After cleaning the kitchen and taking a long hot bath, I sat down at my computer. “Still?” I said as I looked at my inbox, “I guess I hit a real big nerve,” I smiled. I was still getting hate mail from my last story. I had followed it up with another just like it; this time, the hate came fast and furious. I wondered what it would be like to hate someone that didn’t exist as most of it was directed at my characters. Some of it was directed at me. Hoping that I would never write again, that my husband would find out and divorce me. All of this because of a simple story. “Morning, or should I say afternoon?” the online message said. I smiled and replied that it was becoming afternoon. My messenger was one of the only people that could reach me, and Jeff knew about him. “I got a little shade the other day for backing your last story,” he said. “Oh, no,” I laughed. “They didn’t like a white male backing the story of a white male fucking a middle eastern woman?” “Nope, they called me a cuck,” he replied. “Aww, you must have been really offended,” I replied. “Yes, they must have gotten a surprise when I told them I liked seeing my wife being fucked by multiple black men, and my wife likes seeing me fuck black women,” he replied. I laughed. I knew about his swinger’s lifestyle. “I am thinking of adding another part to it,” I replied. “No, you should go back to the other one, this time put the story in the love and romance section,” he said. “You’re just plain evil!” I laughed. Putting an Interracial story in that section of the site was like rattling a snake cage. “You’re going to do it, though, aren’t you?” “Absolutely,” I replied. “Well, can’t wait to see it,” he said as he signed off. I copied the conversation then sent it to Jeff. He liked knowing who I was talking to online and about what. I had let the messenger know that all our discussions were to stay site related and nothing too personal. It was through his stories that I knew he was a swinger. “Heading to the gym,” Jeff said as he kissed me. “I will be going to work early,” I said as I watched him go to the door. “I meant it, you can leave one of them,” Jeff said. “I know,” I nodded. The truth was I wasn’t ready to leave any of them, not just yet. Not until I knew for sure what was going on. When I heard Jeff’s truck get out of the driveway, I put my dogs away and headed out the door. I made a bag for work clothes, so I didn’t have to return home. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Haven’t seen you around here in a while,” the gate guard said as I reached the paper plant. “Yeah, Jeff didn’t want me to excite the newcomers,” I smiled. “Robin?” the other guard asked as he pushed the other guy aside. “Leon, how long…” I started to say, but I saw the look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said as he got out the car. “Cancel the call,” he said to the other guy. “What call, and why am I not supposed to be here?” I asked. “We were told to call the police if you or Jeff came by here, didn’t you get the notice?” Leon said as he came out of the security booth. “Pull around.” My heart was beating out of my chest. I hadn’t got any notice not to be here. Just Jeff and Doug telling me the last time I came by, it made everyone talk about me for weeks. So, Jeff made me promise not to come around. 

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This story isn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-sir story; however, it is a story of triumph and growth. And unlike my other stories, this actually happened to me. Some aspects have been embellished for entertainment purposes.

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We met in Houston’s Mining Company, a neutral enough place; an alternative to preppy affluence, Millennial pretense, or leather convention.

“You don’t look like a bottom,” Steve said and leaned back to get a better look at my ass. “On second thought, you certainly have a bottom’s ass.”

“Why, thank you—Hey!” I said without much conviction.

He smiled.

I melted.

(My name is Stanley Kubrick, no relation to the famous director. At the time of this meeting, I was twenty-two, slim-bodied, and a gay virgin. Now back to the story.)

“I’m just pointing out that you’re using the wrong honey for the bees you wanna catch.”

I blinked.

“Is this on?” Steve asked while motioning to my crotch.

“Very funny,” I said and laughed along; then I thought of my own volley, “So, I should dress like you?”

“Hey!” Steve shouted.

We both laughed and Steve bought another round. From there we backed to neutral corners and moved on to more beer. After round number three, I started to reach a comfort level with Steve where I felt free to touch his leg or rub his arm. To which, he mirrored my gestures in reassurance.

At some point the jokes and laughter trailed to longing glances from Steve that made me hope. I so wanted him to Cebeci Escort fuck me, then make love to me. I wanted him to show me what men did in lustful savagery, what they did on impulse.

“Come home with me. You need a good fuckin’,” Steve said with a confidence that pulsed along the length of my cock. The words, however, did much more. They tugged at my heart, and for a man of twenty-two, that was monumental.

It was his eyes: so clear, so steely gray. It was his eyes: so purposeful, so masculine. I would have done anything, anything, any–

“Anything,” I said.

He pulled me to his car and we traveled in silence, but he held my hand and calmed my beating heart.

His home stood alone, shrouded by trees and shrubs that were positioned with strategy. An unusually high wall enclosed a small garden with a swing and a coy pond. Following Steve in the fading light, I noticed the large bulge of his greasy jock; the sight of it concerned and excited me. His broad back and powerful legs set off his six-four frame perfectly, and his swagger made it obvious that he was in charge. He was strapped in leather like a bandolier, in a full-body harness, and in boots reminiscent of bikers. I was going to have fun when climbing him like a eucalyptus and wrapping my legs around him like a koala. The thoughts made me smile.

My cock continued to thicken as I entered the warmth of his home. Throughout, light hid under ficus and glowed in opaque lamps. A large brown sofa Kolej Escort and chairs hosted an old-style, big screen, tied together with the rest of the furniture by a zebra-skin rug.

An open floor plan, the furnishings hinted to the master of the house: severe yet stylish. The entire home looked like a homage to the African savannah: heads on ever wall, a taxidermist’s dream. This was interspersed with Mexican art depicting priests fucking a deity into dubiously willing sacrifices. Contemporary art hung conspicuously, and at the center of the foyer, an alabaster cherub pissed a constant trickle into the ambience.

“Go on upstairs,” Steve said on his way to the kitchen, “and touch-up, if you need to.”

My cock grew to straining as I headed up the stairs.

He came up the stairs with a tray of drinks and a large bowl of pot.

“Do you?” he asked, pointing to the bowl.

I nodded to keep the drool from spilling to the floor.

He had shed his clothes to display mouth-watering virility. Straight blonde hair raged about his chest and trailed to a ginger thicket that almost hid his cock and balls. And what a cock it was—eight inches of swollen pink, choke along with his balls by a chrome cock ring.

His fair skin was the perfect backdrop for the copious hair that moved up his shoulders, under his arms, and down his back, ass, and legs. And despite such a beautifully hairy body, I could still see his muscles in relief.

“I’ll be right out,” Yenimahalle Escort he said and headed for the shower.

Hearing the water broke the spell. Stark realization pushed through and caused me to catch my breath. Maybe I was wrong. Who exactly was going put their heels to heaven?

The momentary silence gave me time to shake clear my doubts.

“Roll a joint,” he said from the shower. “I want you nice and relaxed.”

I smiled and exhaled. I felt silly for my momentary concern.

“Whew, that’s better,” he said and plopped on the bed. “Passed that baby to me,” he said in a higher octave.

My concerned returned.

“You know,” he began with hand gestures I hadn’t seen at the bar, “I had my eye on you as soon as you walked in.” He lay on his back to recall and blow a plume. “I said to myself, ‘If anybody can give me the fuck I need, it’s that guy’.”

I hesitantly took the joint; I was more concerned by his words and the change in his affect.

He must have seen my concern, because he unconvincingly added, “Don’t worry, we’ll get around to you, later.”

Anger froze my head like too much cold. Indeed, cold anger increased with every word and it moved to every corner of my body.

“What’s wrong,” he asked showing exaggerated concern. “Okay, okay, I’ll fuck you first. Okay?”

His concession sounded more than insulting; it sounded ridiculously selfish.

I quietly dressed.

“Come on—you can’t be serious?”

I said nothing but I looked at him with controlled contempt and chilly disappointment. He continued to plead his case as I looked around for anything I might have missed.

“You expected to be the center of attention all night? You thought I was going to make it a night to remember? Oh, grow up!” he shouted.

Before closing the door, and with the same control, I said, “I just did.”

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I have been searching this damn phone for two days. It’s Monday afternoon, I just got home from work, I haven’t seen the Army Biker man, I can’t find a new contact in my phone to text him, I haven’t been able to even get hard for two days, and I’m so frustrated, I snapped at my boss at work and almost got fired.

I get out of the shower, dry off, and wrap my towel around my waist. I walk out of the bathroom and into my living room and I almost jump out of my skin, he’s sitting on my couch, leather pants, boots, no shirt on, just flipping through channels on my television.

“You know boy, you really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked, even if you’re home. Someone could come in and take advantage of you.”

“Um, Sir, what are you doing here? I haven’t texted you Sir?”

“I figured you couldn’t find my number yet, and since I can’t stop thinking about your tight ass wrapping around my cock and swallowing my cum, I decided to pop in. I can leave though if you’d like.”

“No! Please, stay!” I say, quite quickly.

I walk towards him, he grabs the towel off my body, wraps his hand around my cage and pulls me close to him. He’s inspecting the area around the cage on my skin, and the cage itself.

“So, I see you haven’t tried to rip this off yet, though, if you did, you’d probably take it all with you, and no one wants that. I don’t see any scratch marks either. You’ve behaved, now my cock needs some attention.”

I drop to my knees, unzip his pants, and fish his cock out of his tight pants. He pushes my head down onto his lap and I suck his cock right into my mouth. He quickly gets hard and pushes my head off his cock, he stands up, picks me up by the arm and pushes me forward onto the couch, I’m on my knees, front over the couch, and my face is against the wall, he grabs both of my wrists, locks them behind my back and climbs behind me.

I hear him open a small bottle, there must be some lube he carries because I didn’t have any.

He positions his cock against my hole, puts his left hand over my mouth, and shoves his cock deep into my hole.

I basically scream into his hand, “remember boy,” he says gently into my ear, “every day you wear this cage and this collar, you are mine. I get to fuck your tight fuckhole anytime and anyway I want. You agreed. So shut up, and enjoy it. I need to get this load out.”

He pulls back slightly and starts thrusting. He’s got his hand over my mouth, and his right hand is now around my neck.

I’m soon moaning as the pain fades away, arching my back, leaning my ass into him. He’s picking up pace, driving into me like a jackhammer.

“That’s right, you’re my little fuck boy? Aren’t you? My own little tight piece of ass to dump loads into whenever my fat cock gets the tingle to. I could probably tie you up in my barn and tell all my big cock buddies to come over and fuck you while I gag you with my cock the entire time. Would you like that fuck boy?”

I nod my head yes as he’s pounding away harder, faster, longer, and as I’m sure he bottoms out, he just gets in deeper.

“Yeah, you’re such a little fucking cock slut. I could pound this fucking hole all damn day. I have shit to do you know? Yeah, tighten that hole Çankaya Escort around my cock, make your Master cum inside you, you want this fucking load? Do you? Show me slut!”

He tightens his grip on my neck, pulls his left hand off my mouth and smacks my ass cheeks a few times.

“Fuck, this fucking hole is so fucking good. I’ve fucked a lot of boy holes in my day, but never one that wrapped so tightly around my cock before, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, you ready for it boy, take my fucking load!”

He suddenly jolts inside me putting his hand over my mouth again, and I can feel his warm cum fill my bowels. He thrusts, hard, inside me a couple more times with a grunt. He releases my face and neck, leans against my back, and nibbles down on my ear lobe.

“I’m still waiting for that picture slut. You don’t get to cum until you find my number. I’ll be waiting.”

He climbs off the couch, slips his cock from me, and I’m still trying to catch my breath. He smacks my ass twice, hard, on each cheek.

“You made a fucking mess boy. Clean that shit up with your tongue. Get every drop of that precum off that couch. See you next time boy.”

He puts his cock back in his pants, throws on his shirt and walks out of the door. I’m still reeling from that, and can’t even think right for a minute.

I’m lost in my own space and even though he’s gone, I still clean up the space with my tongue, licking up all my precum from the soft black leather, including some of the cum that dripped out of my ass.

I better wipe my ass before it dribbles down my leg. I have some searching to do.

__________________________________

Two days later, I’m leaving work, still can’t find his number and I’m sure I checked all 418 contacts… twice…

I almost reach my car, and I look up, pushing the button and he’s there, in his army uniform, leaning against my car, his bike parked next to it.

“Hello boy.”

“Sir.” I say tersely.

“What’s the matter boy?” He says with a huge grin on his face.

“To be honest, I’m pissed. I can’t find your number and the longer my cock is locked in this fucking thing, the more pissy I get. I’m about done with this stupid ass game.”

He stands up off my car, pulls me into his embrace, spinning me around, holding both hands behind my back, and lifting my chin with his right hand. His breath is strong in my ear.

“First of all, you don’t fucking get to speak to me that way, ever.”

He turns my head enough towards his to see his face. His eyes piercing through mine, as if he’s looking deep into my soul.

“Second of all, you aren’t looking hard enough, remember, this cage and this collar make you my fucking property. You fucking submitted to me last week and if you don’t watch it, I’ll let you stay in that cage for a year.” The look on his face is one of frustration and disappointment.

He let’s go of my chin and releases me from his embrace. He walks over to his bike saying nothing else.

I speak up just before he starts the bike, “I’m sorry Sir. I’m, um, just, um, really frustrated. I’ve never gone this long without an orgasm and I guess it’s just Keçiören Escort getting to me.”

“I see. I was gonna have you suck me off in your car in the garage, but I’m no longer in the mood. I will pick you up tomorrow at 7:00 pm at your house. I need time to calm down. You better be ready. I want you in that jockstrap of mine, the tightest pair of jeans you can squeeze that ass into, and a red t-shirt. Be sitting on your front steps and waiting.”

He starts the bike and pulls off. I’m so mad at myself that I have to sit in my car for another 20 minutes before I can calm down.

I did agree to this game, I just need to look through my phone again.

I pull it off the seat next to me and start looking. I’ve checked every contact in my phone book and looked through the recent calls.

I scroll though each of my screens and suddenly recognize an app I’ve never seen before. I click it open, and it’s a file storage app, there’s only one file in it, the title says “CONTACT”.

I roll my eyes, click on the file, and the doc opens.

The only line in the document says, “Your New Master:” and his phone number right after.

I punch my steering wheel, making the horn sound, which startled me, so I jump, and look around. There’s no one on this level anymore. I get out of my car and look around, there’s no cameras that I can see, the only two that are on the floor were blocked by pillars where we were standing.

I get back in my car and drive home. I rush through the door, rip off my clothes, and grab his black t-shirt.

I take my picture, double check that my face is visible, my cage is shiny, and the shirt has the word showing completely.

I hit send with the caption, “I’m sorry Sir.”

I see the dots, and I get a reply back, “About time. You have to learn to let your brain do the thinking, not your cock. See you tomorrow at 7.”

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The next day, I pretended to be ill so I could leave work early. I went to my favorite clothing store, and grabbed a few pairs of skinny jeans. I grabbed one in my size and one for each of the sizes that were two below mine.

I tried on the smallest ones, yeah, those wouldn’t even pull up around my thighs. I grab the next ones. Those come up, button, but I don’t have a lot of mobility. I grab my normal size, and those fit.

I decide that the denim will stretch so I buy the medium ones, go home, put on the jockstrap, slide into the new jeans, and throw on my red shirt.

It’s just a plain shirt. I slip on my shoes and sit on the couch. It’s only 4:30. I roll my eyes, two whole hours left before I can sit outside.

I watch t.v. Hoping the minutes go by quickly, which they never do, until it’s 5:30 and my phone dings. It’s a text from him saying, “I’m done with work early, I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

I quickly lock my door and sit on the front steps. I soon see his bike pulling down the road. He’s wearing his black leather pants, boots, tight black shirt and his vest.

He slows down and pulls into my driveway. He turns off the bike and walks over to me, “unlock the door, we’re going inside.”

I do so, and when Etimesgut Escort we’re inside, he grabs my shirt, bunches it in his hand, and pulls me to his face.

“You need to make a fucking decision right now. Either you fully submit to me, show me proper respect all the time, and I’ll fuck that hole of yours and let you cum when I do. Or I can take my cage, collar, jockstrap, and shirt, leave here and we never see each other again. I don’t tolerate that kind of behavior from my fuck boys, and I certainly won’t take it from you.”

He lets go of my shirt and walks through my house. I hear him go into the kitchen and get a drink from the fridge.

I’m left to think of what I want. I did lose my temper yesterday, which means I will need to be punished. My hole quivers at the thought of him fucking me again though, and my desire to cum is so high right now.

I do like our time together, so when he returns, he stands near me, I drop to my knees, put my hands around my back, and lower my head.

“I’m sorry Sir. I lost my cool, it won’t happen again. Please Sir, let me continue to please and service you Sir. I’ll take my punishment and won’t speak out again Sir.”

He picks up my chin with his gloved hand, “are you fucking sure? If you agree to this, you will officially be mine. Officially be my property, I won’t interfere with your job and your house and money, I have plenty of my own money, but you understand what you’re agreeing to right?”

“Yes Sir. I want to be yours, I want you to own me Sir.”

“Okay boy, I’m glad you decided that. Now, as you said, punishment. I’m going to bend you over my knee and smack your ass with my paddle, at least ten times. It’s probably going to hurt, but think about what you said to me yesterday, and how you don’t want to lose your tongue ever again.”

“Yes Sir. I understand Sir.”

He sits down on the edge of the couch, I crawl over to him, arch myself over his legs. He positions himself, holds the back of my neck down, and starts his swatting.

“One boy.” He says as he lands the paddle on my left cheek.

“Two boy,” as it lands on the other.

“Three boy . . . Four boy . . . Five boy . . . Six boy . . . Seven boy . . . Eight boy . . . Nine boy . . . Ten boy . . . Eleven boy . . .”

I’m near bawling like a baby when he drops the paddle on the floor. He begins to rub my ass where both cheeks are still stinging. I’m grimacing at his touch.

“That last one, boy, was for ruining my mood yesterday which stole my load and orgasm. I hope we never have to do this again.”

He stands me up, and grabs my chin. He plants a kiss deep on my mouth, wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on my lower back.

I put my hands around his waist, kissing him back.

He pulls his mouth from mine, looks down, and sees the wet spot formed on the jeans.

He laughs, “you managed to drip so much from the bottom of the jockstrap and leak all over these new jeans. Maybe that wasn’t so much of a punishment. Let’s go”.

We head outside, I lock the door, mount his bike behind him, and we take off down the street.

He turns the opposite way of the direction to his house, but I don’t care. I’m inhaling his scent from behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

He speaks up when we reach a stoplight, “we’ve gotta go pick up a few things. You need a pair of leather shorts and a new thick collar. My standard uniform for owned boys in my house. And after that, I’m pounding that fucking slutty hole for days. I hope you’re ready slut boy.”

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