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Gregory Graves pushed up with his knees and pressed down on Sam’s shoulder blades and then, quickly lowering his buttocks and jutting forward, thrust down and up, sending his hard shaft deeper up into the nineteen-year-old darky youth’s ass, in a dipping deep fuck of the chocolate-brown male whore. Sam groaned and Graves grunted as he thrust again… and again… and then, with a release of breath, came in the prostitute’s ass channel. He tensed and then, with a sigh, released again… and then, in a weaker seeding, released a third and last time.

Sam quivered, unable to move further as his wrists were bound to the edges of the headboard of the small bed with leather bonds and his ankles to the edges of the footboard. A leather bolster had been inserted under the black whore’s belly to lift his buttocks to the desired angle for Graves’s maximum access. Sam had not cried out during the whole taking. He was a sturdy lad, trained to this, and there was no one to heed and relieve a cry. He was just a darky anyway. No one in Washington, D.C., in the late nineteenth century, this close to the festering South, nursing its loss, would heed the pleas of a darky. This was Sam’s job.

A leather hand whip lay beside Sam on the bed. The young whore’s muscular brown back and buttocks were crisscrossed with red welts. Graves had taken his cruel pleasure before taking his carnal pleasure.

“Boy! Come,” Graves called out, and the door to the small bedroom on the second floor of the Oscar Club in Washington, D.C.’s, Adams Morgan district opened and an eighteen-year-old youth, a prostitute in training, scurried in and helped Graves sponge off his loins before aiding the man, robust nearly to the point of obesity, into his day suit. Graves fingered the attendant’s ass, considering whether he had to leave as soon as he planned, and the attendant giggled and remained within Grave’s reach as he helped the U.S. senator dress. It would elevate him in the brothel’s status ranking if this rich and powerful man did him as well. Sam, still bound, would continue lying on the bed until Senator Graves had left the room and someone could come to his aid.

While he dressed, the man listened for moans and groans to be heard from the used darky, but heard none. That did not please Graves much. He walked to the bed cupped Sam’s chin and turned the young male whore’s face to him to see if he was conscious. He was, although his eyes looked a bit glazed over. The man let Sam’s head drop, but he slapped him hard across the face. Still not getting a yelp, the senator turned and strode out of the room.

The Oscar, a very exclusive and discreet men’s club, was located in a nondescript, but quite well-kept townhouse on Champlain Street in Northwest Washington, a new, fashionable section of the expanding footprint of the national capital. All of the male members were either top-drawer government officials or fabulously wealthy and powerful in the city and beyond; all seven of the male whores on offer in the club were either eighteen or nineteen and not previously employed as such anywhere else. This is where they trained in with the cream of the patronage crop, albeit patrons who wanted to use their young men hard. They served here for only a short time, while they were fresh.

They weren’t admitted to the service until their eighteenth birthday and at twenty they were sold to one of the several male brothels in this and other cities with the skills to please any man in any way he chose. The philosophy of the patrons sponsoring this club was that eighteen was the perfect age for a young man to be used–he could legally answer for himself and his own wants and was beginning to form into a man, but he was still pliable and obedient. If he was small, willowy, and more pretty than handsome, it was all to the good–until, by the time, through use on his back, he had been spoiled of innocence.

There was only one men’s parlor in the house, located at the back of the house, on the first floor. It was not a club where men either dined or spent much time in each other’s company. Although the patrons knew who they shared this fetish with, they did not acknowledge this in public. The club service rooms–a kitchen and dining room for the prostitutes, an office, and bedrooms for the club manager, Frank Lampere, and for the two male guards–were located on the ground floor. Frank had his own cottage and family in the back garden of the house, but he maintained a room with a bed in the main house, because it was he, sometimes with the assistance of one of the guards, who trained the prostitutes to their duties. He was the procurer as well, ever on the lookout for beautiful young men who were on the brink of starvation and needed to save themselves in any way they could. By preference, he took them on as virgins to anal penetration by a man, sold their virginity to one of the club members while they were fresh, and then, if the experience didn’t cause them to run away, trained them in their craft. There were a few club patrons who were especially interested in virgins and could be trusted to beat and fuck them into total submission.

The first and second floors housed bedrooms Ankara bayan escort where the members used the young male whores. The bedrooms were well-appointed but small, but each had its own water closet, a rarity in that day and age, with a bathtub where the member either could clean himself or use one of the prostitutes, if that was his desire. The third floor was where the young men slept and where, in one room, they took their lessons, most of them having come off the streets illiterate. The club promised to teach them to read and write, highly desirable skills in the last decade of the nineteenth century, before the older teenagers went on to an adult male brothel.

This service was a ripe plum for young men happy with going with men–at least after that first time when they crossed the threshold of having done so. It offered them room and board and a bit of extra when they pleased the men, and the pain and unusual taxing often was no more demanding than they would experience otherwise on the streets or the fields–or later in their lives. Despite their contracts being subject to sale, no older teen was doing this involuntarily. They all had sought the position, or the specter of starvation had sought it for them.

The basement of the building was a stone-walled and -floored chamber outfitted with equipment where the young whores could be used more exotically and taxingly.

The Oscar was a club catering to extreme fetishes with eighteen- and nineteen-year-old youths, a very specific service for a very discerning, private, and well-heeled clientele.

Sam had satiated Senator Graves’s basic need, although he had not fully satisfied the man. Sam was a darky and, although nineteen, was of large-boned, muscular, sturdy stock. His life had been a rough one before entering the service of men. He had learned too quickly to separate himself from the pain and humiliation that the patrons sought from the youths. He was mostly sought out in the brothel by men who wanted to inflict the maximum of pain without killing the prostitute, which would be a bit messy to step away from. He managed what Graves took from him and performed on him stoically, with little response. Senator Graves preferred eighteen-year-olds who were small and pretty and at least seemingly vulnerable. He wanted to hear the youth cry and scream and beg, even if largely feigned. None of the others were available on this day, and Graves’s needs were great. Votes hadn’t been going well in the Senate and he needed to let off tensions.

The club engaged lads who could take it, who had a rod of steel inside them and who got some pleasure out of being used totally themselves–basically lads who were willing to trade their bodies for three squares a day and a roof over their head in a town that wasn’t kind to men down on their luck and living on the streets. But the Club also understood that men like Graves wanted a youth who writhed and cried out and who seemingly was broken by the use his body as if for the first time–even though Graves knew the youths on offer well enough to know it was not the first time, that it probably wasn’t even the first time that day.

He, like most patrons of the club, didn’t usually linger, wishing to leave as soon as he had relieved his fetish need and with votes to get back to in the Senate, but on this day he did linger as the day was snowing and he’d sent his carriage back to his Georgetown house rather than have it sit and wait for him in Adams Morgan. Frank sent one of the younger men to fetch the carriage and ushered Senator Graves to the small parlor in back, where there was a fire in the fireplace and port on the table. Shelden Sinclair, an up-and-coming banker in the city, a younger man than Graves and also in fitter shape and more handsome of face, was already in the parlor, occupying one of the wing chairs drawn up to the fireplace and drinking port. The two men knew each other and their country estates were nearly adjoining in Middleburg, a horse-hunting plantation area in Virginia not far south of the capital, but they reacted to each other in this environment as merely polite strangers. Neither would mention to anyone else that they had seen, let alone sat with, the other on this day.

Shelden Sinclair gestured Senator Graves into the other wing chair by the fire, and Graves sat there. They could hardly talk in this environment about affairs in the Congress or their estates in Middleburg. Even talking horseflesh would isolate the familiarity of one to the other outside the walls of this male brothel. So, they talked of what they could not discuss anywhere else. They conversed on the shared reason that brought them here and that they would not mention elsewhere if they could avoid it. Both men actually were happy to talk of the young whores and what lengths they went to to use and degrade them.

“Shaun, me,” Shelden Sinclair said. “And you?”

“Sam,” Graves answered.

“Ah, yes, the older darky. Endurance. I no longer ask for him myself. I doubt he’ll be here too much longer.”

“Yes, I doubt I will use him again myself. The choices were limited. I booked late.” It was spoken Escort bayan Ankara almost as if by regret.

“Satisfying this time, though?” Shelden Sinclair asked.

“To a point. That endurance issue, though. He takes the whip well, but possibly too well, and he does not vocalize as I would like. But he is pleasantly tight, which is a surprise.”

“I don’t think he’s used all that much in that way. Most of the men here don’t consider darkies worth the effort. They mostly use their oral skills. But I take it you like to break them?” This was said in a way that conveyed that this was a preference of Sinclair’s as well.

“Yes. Or at least seem to have. An eighteen-year-old youth. Just the right age.”

“I quite agree–when they come to this house fresh. Signs of manhood, yet still supple, yielding, a certain innocence still. Recognizing authority, trusting, and in awe of the pleasures received and given. Not questioning, whatever they are tasked with–how much they are tasked. Still learning, and thus still seeking.”

“And when you take the whip and cock to them, they break for you, showing that they are younger and more vulnerable than their age denotes.”

“Yes.”

“And that’s when you can use them totally and become completely satiated with their surrender–almost as if they aren’t whores, in the business. Almost as if you picked them off the street for the first time yourself.”

“Precisely. Sometimes you do pick them off the street yourself?”

“Yes, sometimes. Not here, of course. Sometimes back in the Midwest. Young, virginal, in awe of having been selected, totally yielding. Spent when I’m done with him.” He stopped short of saying he was from Ohio, even if he knew that Sinclair would know that. Seeing that he was getting too much into the familiar, that Sinclair’s hand had dropped to his basket, Graves changed gears. “Sam has perhaps been here too long, become too enduring.”

“Yes, I completely understand. Shaun falls a bit short as well.”

“Sam doesn’t cry anymore. He doesn’t scream or beg.”

“Shaun screamed a bit this time–not with the cock, but with the fist. Not enough for highest pleasure, though.”

“Ah, the fist.”

“Yes,” Sinclair, repeating the word, making it sound like velvet. He was wearing black leather gloves and he flexed his fingers. Graves thought he perhaps could see some discoloring and shiny, like slicks of grease, on the right-hand glove.

“Tom, the redhaired Irish youth, with the curly hair, hazel eyes, the slight body, the lovely skin,” Graves said. “He writhed. He cried. Just the way he lay during when I had penetrated and then afterward, the way he lay quiet and followed me with his eyes around the room, and asking if there would be more–giving the impression he both wanted and didn’t want more.”

“After the fist you mean?”

“Yes, after the fist,” Graves said. The two were having a melding of the minds and of what made them tick–what aroused them. They each could tell the other was in erection. Unabashed, they unbuttoned themselves simultaneously, and had pulled their cocks out of their flies and were sitting there, across from each other, masturbating themselves.

“There was that impression conveyed with Tom, yes,” Shelden Sinclair said. “After you’d prepared and covered him, you found you had another hardening in you after all–and more strength in your flogging arm.” The two men shared a companionable chuckle. “Yes, that Tom was the best in years.”

“None of the youths this year compare.”

“No, they don’t. I completely agree.”

Frank, who had been listening at the door, smiled grimly and then knocked, opened the door, and took one step inside. Although he managed here, he didn’t belong in this room with these men, and he accepted that. He completely ignored that they were beating themselves off–and they made no effort to show embarrassment that he saw them doing so.

“Your carriage is here, Sir,” he said, looking directly at Graves. He couldn’t address the man by name, as the patrons studiously would not recognize each other by name, pretending they would not know. He stood to the side as Graves folded his cock back into his trousers, rebuttoned his fly, stood, and walked by him and to the front door of the fetish brothel. When he was gone, Lampere turned to Shelden Sinclair and said, “As you are on the rise again, Sir,” which the young Shelden Sinclair obviously was, as he was stroking his long, thick, hard shaft, “Jimmy is ready for you in Room 2.”

Shelden Sinclair was an athletic, virile young man. He did not take the risk or waste a trip to the Oscar Club to dally with just one young male whore. He stood and reached into the chair and came up with his riding crop. He would need his riding crop. Jimmy was the third son of an impoverished Middleburg ancestral plantation owner Shelden Sinclair knew and held a mortgage for. The father raised thoroughbreds. Jimmy was a thoroughbred. He would give Shelden Sinclair quite the ride–even if doing so wasn’t in Jimmy’s plan. Especially if doing so wasn’t in Jimmy’s plan. Today he would break young Jimmy.

* * * *

Small, Bayan escort Ankara slender eighteen-year-old Jamie huddled in the falling snow against a wall on Georgetown in a position that he could see the entrance to Gregory Graves’s townhouse on the adjacent side of the Volta Park square. The occupants of the house he was crouching before were gone for the Christmas holidays or they might have sent a servant out to send him away. He wasn’t the only one who came to Georgetown to beg for spare change, though. He knew the people weren’t in residence because he’d already been around the house, testing the windows for possible entry, and coming up short. He would have preferred to case Senator Graves’s Q Street house from the shelter of a parlor even if it would be nearly as cold inside as it was on the outside. And the house may have some treasures he could “borrow.”

What he could see of the entertainment rooms through the windows from outside, though, revealed that the furniture was covered. There also were no Christmas decorations–no tree or trappings–and Christmas was less than a week away. This family was elsewhere and would be so for some time yet, probably into the new year. Jamie would come back, with tools to gain entrance on another day. He was pursuing other interests today, however.

He remained on lookout, watching the doors of Graves’s house–both the main door on the first floor and the door under those stairs at the English basement level. He was there to see Graves return to the house from the Oscar Club. Then later, after the man would have supped, he saw the cook and a maid come out of the door under the main stairs and walk away arm in arm. Jamie had been told Graves would be alone in the house tonight, so there only was the butler to go. The man’s wife had left him recently and taken most of the servants with her. He lived there alone, at least for now, and not really knowing what to do with servants other than that they took care of all of his needs, Graves had let them all off tonight. No doubt in days to come he would realize that was a mistake, and Jamie’s chances would be cut down.

An hour later, dark having fallen, and the snow beginning to taper off, the butler came out of the front door and walked away. Jamie knew the other men in Graves’s employ, the carriage driver and a houseboy, lived above the stables in back. Jamie knew the houseboy, who was twenty-one now, and thus no longer of interest to Graves. It had been the houseboy who had given Jamie the information he needed on getting into the house when only the senator was home. The carriage driver had taken the houseboy over after his year under Graves’s whip, and he and the carriage driver, Jamie was sure, would be fucking in the rooms over the stable until both went to sleep. They wouldn’t enter the house tonight unless Graves called them.

Jamie had already found his point of entrance–a small window in the pantry, at the side of the house, where there was little room between the wall of the house and the fence between the lots and where the molding on the window had rotted and could just be pulled away–and put back, if need be. The window was, Jamie was sure, deemed too small for a man to climb through, and it probably was, but Jamie wasn’t the size of a grown man. Jamie was an undersized eighteen-year-old; of perfect, trim form; red-haired, with freckles and hazel eyes; and very easy on the eyes of anyone who, like Graves, was attracted to small eighteen-year-old youths.

Late into the night, Jamie fit through the pantry window without trouble and put it back in place. He listened for well over half an hour, and when he decided no one was astir, he emptied a potato sack and went shopping in the house. The state of the house bore out that the mistress had departed. The pieces of furniture in most of the main-floor entertainment rooms were covered. There was a Christmas tree in the front parlor, but it looked like it had been decorated indifferently, perhaps by an inattentive servant gauging that the master wouldn’t be fussy about it. There were decorative pieces lying around on mantles and tables, but they too were haphazardly arranged, as if the mistress didn’t prize them when she was stripping the house for her own use elsewhere and that they were considered to be inferior in value.

Value is relative, though. None of what had been left behind was inferior goods to Jamie. He was particularly taken with a small display of Chinses cloisonné vases on a table in the back parlor that were picked out by a moonbeam through a window in the now-cloudless night sky. There were several vases. The room looked like it was not in use now, and Jamie thought that Graves probably had no idea what had been taken by his wife and what had been left here anyway. He picked out two vases and put them in the potato sack. From there, he went into the master’s study, which obviously was the only room on this floor other than the dining room the man was using now. There were still glowing embers from a fire in the fireplace grate. That provided Jamie enough light to go through papers he took from the desk to look for what he’d been sent for–something of use in controlling Graves. His father had taught him to read for this explicit purpose, and it wasn’t long before Jamie found likely papers. He put them in the potato sack with the cloisonné vases, returned to the pantry, and put the sack through the window. The sack would be found and taken from there before dawn.

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Hi lovelies! I’m back with a new story, this time following Feldspar on his way to a happily ever after. It’s a bit hard to categorize since most of my characters are bi/queer and sometimes poly. This will be a slow-burn romance focused on two men, and as always there will be fantasy and magic, too.

*****

Sunlight filtered through the branches of towering redwoods, bathing the floor of the Wood in dappled green light. The day was warm and the air soft. Iridescent blue butterflies flitted through sweet scented air in search of nectar from surreal tropical flowering vines that wrapped around the trunks of the towering trees. Deer picked their way through narrow tracks in the Wood to the churning creek that bordered it, taking care not to get too close to the other-worldly inhabitants that lurked beneath the rapids. Wolves patrolled the borders of their territory on silent paws, passing through patches of jungle, desert, and marsh that made up the enchanted Wood’s patchwork topography.

At the very center of the Wood the sound of fiddles and laughter floated along the breeze, interweaving with the midmorning baseline of bird song and cicadas. Faeries made their way through their treetop community on rope bridges and ladders, descending to the forest floor to tend to their crops and care for the forest’s other inhabitants as needed. The faeries, long thought extinct in America, had made their home in the strange Wood for an untold number of years unbeknownst to their nearest human neighbors.

A small, muscular faery woman strode through the Wood toward the very heart of the forest, fighting exhaustion and a persistent sense of unease. Gneiss had been patrolling a circuit of the Wood’s ever-shifting borders, as she’d taken to doing recently. Despite the perfect spring day, she was on edge. Things were changing in the Wood. Change, she knew, brought destruction by definition. After decades of peaceful harmony, the last year had brought a human woman who’d become the Lord of the Wood’s partner, an attack by rival faeries, and now the very real possibility that the Lord would reveal their existence to humans. The ripple effects of just one of those incidents were enough to put her on alert for trouble, let alone everything all at once. Gneiss played with the catch on the knife sheath at her hip, flicking the blade free and sheathing over and over it in a restless tic. Everything was quiet and as it should be. There was nothing overtly amiss and there hadn’t been for months. Ankara bayan escort Still, she couldn’t relax.

Her destination lay at the heart of the community, where the enormous Meeting Tree stood. The ancient hollowed out redwood was wide enough to host the entire community for wild parties every night of the week, with room for a dais, dance floor, multiple banquet tables, and lounging areas throughout. With a winding staircase that ascended the interior of the trunk, the tree was more like a castle than a tree, and yet the wild magic of the Wood kept it vibrant and living.

The Lord and Lady of the Wood sat on their thrones of living vines on the dais in the Meeting Tree. The couple exuded vibrant, overwhelmingly alive magic that washed over Gneiss immediately when she walked in. All faeries of the Wood had some magic, but the couple was magic. It was the kind of power that could tear open the earth itself and knit it back together. Standing at the entrance to the large hall, Gneiss was struck by how mythic they looked. Seeing them in their public personas often gave her a mild feeling of vertigo. To her, they were just Mal, her friend and occasional lover, and Daniella, the human woman who’d stolen his heart.

“Gneiss, anything to report?” Mal asked his second. Gneiss sensed the instant attention of the few faeries lounging around the tree and pitched her voice loud and steady.

“No, my Lord. All is peaceful as expected.”

Gneiss mounted the steps of the dais. Mal lowered his voice to avoid eavesdroppers. “And Feldspar?”

Gneiss frowned. Mal could be asking any number of questions about Feldspar. Which one, she wondered, was he asking. And more importantly, how honest did he want her to be?

She wondered if Mal had noticed the dark circles under her eyes. If he had, would he have connected her haggard appearance to Feldspar? She hadn’t been able to fall asleep with the sound of Feldspar’s sobs filtering up from his room below hers.

It wasn’t just the noise that kept her up. If she was being honest, it was the guilt. Even though it was Mal who had broken Feldspar’s heart, she knew she bore some responsibility for it, too. She was the one who had first suggested the three of them become lovers, and she was the one who had ignored signs that Feldspar’s infatuation with Mal was getting dangerously serious despite being hopelessly unrequited.

She’d known Feldspar inside and out for years. If anyone should have realized Escort bayan Ankara how deep his feelings for Mal were, it was her. She was his friend and his lover, and Feldspar had placed his wellbeing in her hands. She hated herself for how she’d treated that trust. She and Mal had both known that Feldspar’s feelings were deeper than theirs, yet they’d never seriously considered that their threesomes might lead to him getting deeply hurt.

For decades the three of them had moved fluidly from friends to lovers and back again. Then Daniella was sent to the faeries by a bad bargain. Mal had fallen disgustingly in love with the human woman within weeks of her arrival in the Wood. Gneiss had noticed Mal losing interest in playing with her and Feldspar almost as soon as Daniella arrived. Still, despite his obvious obsession with the human, falling in love with someone didn’t necessarily mean you gave up your other lovers. At least, that was the faery way.

She’d learned quickly enough that although faeries weren’t jealous, humans decidedly were. One morning Mal had come to her and Feldspar to tell them sex — even kissing — was out of the question going forward. He would be friends with them, but nothing more. Mal had said it so easily, with no hint of apology, as if he were just telling them that he needed to reschedule lunch.

Feldspar had received the news remarkably coolly. The second he was alone with her after Mal told them, he had dissolved into sobs. He had cried so hard he’d thrown up. She’d spent that night and countless nights after holding him through body-wracking fits of crying. Eight months later, Feldspar was still crying himself to sleep.

“Feldspar is well, my Lord,” she said, keeping her tone light. “He was scouting in the mountains this morning and should report back soon.”

“Speak of the devil,” Daniella said from her throne. Feldspar strode in, golden skin glistening from exertion. Since the breakup Feldspar had spent almost every waking moment being active. He’d always been energetic, but that had been balanced by long hours lounging around the Meeting Tree with Gneiss, Mal, and their roommate Nephrite. Nowadays he was perpetually in motion.

Looking at him, Gneiss could almost convince herself that he was completely recovered from his heartbreak. The tall, blonde faery had never looked healthier. His golden skin was sun kissed, his muscles taut and defined from hours spent scouting the Wood’s borders, hiking Bayan escort Ankara its mountains, and swimming its lakes. Only the ache behind her eyes was there to remind her that the longest he’d gone without waking her with his crying had been a week and a half.

“Good morning, Dani,” Feldspar said, greeting Daniella with a dazzling smile and kiss on the hand. He inclined his head respectfully to Mal and pecked Gneiss on the cheek.

“Anything of note this morning, Feldspar?” Mal asked.

“Only that the mountain raspberries are ripe and the water wraiths asked me to convey that the fish have returned to healthy population levels in creek. Though, I do suspect they’ve developed a bit of a taste for land mammals.”

Daniella grimaced and leaned closer to Mal at the mention of the wraiths, and Gneiss couldn’t blame her. The creatures were gruesome and deadly.

“Good,” Mal said, his tone making it clear that nothing else was needed. “Will you stay to discuss human relations with us? Gneiss and I have much to discuss before the envoy from the European faeries arrives, and you are welcome to join us.”

Daniella cleared her throat pointedly.

“And Daniella, of course,” Mal said, giving her a look so filled with admiration that Gneiss was tempted to slap it off him. She knew Mal and Daniella couldn’t help being in love, but they didn’t have to be so them around Feldspar.

“As tempting as that is, I have other plans,” Feldspar said. Mercifully nobody asked what his plans entailed.

Gneiss watched as Feldspar continued a light conversation with the couple. He laughed when it was expected, and bantered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His uncanny ability to act was both fascinating and oddly irritating. Part of her wished he’d just show them how much pain he was in. She couldn’t imagine it would do anyone any good. The fact was, it was just a shitty, sad situation. He was in love with Mal and Mal was in love with Daniella. There wasn’t an easy fix to that.

She knew, because she had tried. She’d held Feldspar through his crying fits. She’d listened to him obsessively dissect every look, touch, and comment that proved his love would someday be requited. She’d encouraged Feldspar to pursue new interests and spend more time exercising. She’d initiated threesomes with no less than six different new men, taking care to curate them in hopes that someone would rekindle Feldspar’s flame.

Eventually, she’d decided to give him space and let him sort out his romantic life on his own. He was suffering. There was no cause for her to complicate it more by dictating how he was handle his pain. Still, she worried. Feldspar, despite his peak physical condition and impeccable acting, was not doing well. And there was nothing she could do about it.

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Randy and I, Darry, married when we were 18 after we met at a swimming party for a mutual friend. We both loved the outdoors and gardening so we started a business selling garden supplies and providing landscaping services. It wasn’t long and we became very successful. Our friends say it’s because both of us very good looking people and the old men and old women like watching us work and sweat.

We just bought us a very nice two-story home, half of the top story is a large bedroom and full bath and the other half is a room that has glass walls over-looking Rocky Mountain National Park. We use it for reading mostly and call it the viewing room. The view of our swimming pool and backyard landscaping with the mountains in the background is beautiful.

We would like children now that we are established, but I had an infection when I was young that required removal of my uterus. We were talking with an adoption agency when a close friend and employee of ours and her husband were killed in an auto accident, they have a teenage son, Dean. Since they had no close family nearby and he had one more year to graduate high school, we were able to have him live with us through the Foster Care program. This put adoption on hold. Dean is a two sport athlete and is on the student council so he is always involved in something.

Dean helped us do the landscaping in our new yard and also works part-time for us when he can. He is only eight years younger than us so we get along very well. We gave him the upstairs bedroom to stay in.

When Dean turned 18, he wanted to have a birthday party here with his friends the Friday after his birthday. We were okay with that since we have a large swimming pool with a covered patio.

On Thursday night, his birthday, we took him into town and treated him to dinner of his choice and let him pick a movie for us to watch for the evening. We had a good laugh watching The Great Outdoors.

Friday night, his friends and a few workers came by to celebrate his birthday. After everyone but a few of his friends left, Randy and I went upstairs in our viewing room to read until bedtime.

Reading and watching them party I noticed things were getting a little interesting. Randy had gone down stairs and went to bed, so knowing they could not see me in a dark room through the reflective windows, I turned off the lights and moved close to the window and watched. Yeah, I was being curious.

The pool play had gotten a little risqué, so to speak. A few of the girls and guys started pulling at each other’s bathing suites and body parts were starting to show. Dean and a few of the guys started a pushing match and one of the guys reached down and pulled Deans shorts down to his knees.

I gasped in surprise, Dean was hung, I mean hung. I couldn’t believe the size of his cock. Everyone outside had laughed it off and the party continued. I couldn’t believe what I started feeling inside after seeing that cock.

My pussy got swollen hot and wet and I couldn’t stop an orgasm brought on from thinking about it. I felt guilty and went and took a shower. I turned on both shower heads and just leaned against the wall shoving fingers up my pussy thinking about his cock. I was as horny as I had ever been. Even though I climaxed four times, I couldn’t satisfy my desire.

I climbed in bed, woke up Randy and made him fuck me. I was in heat and Randy was my outlet.

“Dean needs more swimming parties,” he commented after sex, and fell asleep.

I had evil thoughts all night and didn’t care. I wanted that cock. I wanted it stuffing my pussy and I wanted Dean fucking me hard. I was going to seduce him. Fuck what anybody thought, fuck if it was wrong, I was going to have that cock. Randy had a nice sized cock, but nothing like that.

I knew Monday morning Randy was leaving town for a week to finalize negotiations on a business we were buying out to expand our business, so I put together my plan. I was going to have that huge gorgeous cock stuffing my pussy.

Randy always went to play golf on Saturday mornings around 7:30 and Dean would wander down for breakfast around 8am, my plan would start in the morning. I finally was able to fall asleep.

After Randy left for his golf game, I changed into my short camisole knowing it would grab Deans attention when he came down for breakfast. It was light grey and showed the curves of my body.

I stood in the kitchen, pussy on fire and soaking wet, waiting for Dean to come eat breakfast. I kept having to wipe it dry waiting for him. Just the camisole touching my pussy would start it dripping again, my clit hurt it was so enlarged and sore from me rubbing it.

Finally, I heard him coming down the stairs. I bent over, ass sticking up, and acted like I was putting away pots. I heard his footsteps stop just at the kitchen entrance, so I moved a few pots around and stood back up. I turned and seen him staring at me so I excused myself and brushed past him to change into something more appropriate. I smelled Ankara escort like a bitch in heat and knew he could smell it also.

I showered again, this time with my largest vibrator. I was shoving that thing in and out my pussy with a desire that had me in a heated fervor. I was pulling on my nipples and pinching them with one hand and pinching and pulling my clit with the other as I was ferociously fucking my pussy with the vibrator.

After I got out the shower, I put on a loose-fitting pull-over shirt with no bra, my breasts are firm enough I don’t sag and I knew my large sore nipples would be poking out enough to attract his attention even more. I also put on loose shorts that just covered the cheeks of my ass that would show more if I bent over.

I wanted to be provocative, but not so much Randy would say anything about. I wore less before around the house before Dean moved in with us.

I did the light duty work around the house like I do every Saturday and then sat out by the pool having a few drinks. I noticed today though; Dean stayed home more and offered to help more than normal. My plan was in full motion and working.

Saturday night, I made sure Dean caught us reading upstairs with me wearing a robe and a nightie. I did not wear any panties. It is not very revealing but when I have my legs propped up reading and spread a little, you can just see my pussy in the reflection in the windows if just the reading lights are on.

I also knew, from outside he could get a really get a good look at my pussy from the pool house.

Randy was upstairs with me reading, not even thinking about what I was doing. It seemed all natural, but I knew what I was doing. I was making Dean want my pussy.

I heard Dean come upstairs and could tell he stopped in the viewing room doorway. I peeked up at my reflection and it showed just enough to cause him to want to see more.

I heard him go back downstairs and I knew where he was going. There is a storage box on the back side of the pool house that he can stand on and see over the roof and into the viewing room.

I was turned on and kept waiting for Randy to notice the smell of my hot pussy. I know Randy didn’t have a clue what was going on as he was absorbed in his book.

I spread my legs a little wider to give Dean a good view of my shaved, swollen pussy.

I looked over the top of my book and I could see Dean staring at my pussy from the pool house.

I acted like I had to scratch my pussy and gave him a better view. This got me so hot I had to get up and go shower so I could masturbate.

I hurried downstairs and jumped in the shower and left the door cracked open so Dean could see me showering when he came inside.

While I was showering, using the shower massage to spray my hot dripping pussy clean, I could see Dean looking through the bathroom door crack in the reflection of the chrome water faucets. I gave him a show rubbing my burning pussy and slowly massaging my breasts and pulling on my hardened nipples. When I turned off the water he disappeared. I smiled; he would be mine.

I made sure Randy gave me another good fucking to help calm me down some. He had no complaints and even used the vibrator this time in my ass while fucking me. He rode me hard and I responded back in kind. I needed to feel dominated and Randy gave me what I needed. He had me doggy style with the vibrator up my ass and his hard cock pounding my pussy as he was pulling and pinching my nipples hard. I had orgasm after orgasm. We both fell asleep from sexual exhaustion.

Sunday morning, I made sure Dean would come down for breakfast when I cooked bacon and pancakes. I knew the smell would wake him and his curiosity would get the best of him. I had nothing on but a robe and a short night gown that would stick against my body and would show the outlines of my breasts. It barely covered my ass so anytime I bent over just a little, he would get to see me naked under my gown. I was on fire horny again. Randy had finished his breakfast and went to the store to work as inventory was due. As soon as he left, I took my robe off.

The gown had the affect I wanted. Dean took his time eating and made sure he made small talk with me so he could watch me. I had to smile when he dropped his fork and bent over to look up my gown. I teased him all day sitting at the pool and reading in my black bikini.

The next morning, Randy left for four days to meet with suppliers and to meet with the sellers of the business we are buying to expanding our business. We would be signing papers when he got back.

My evil plan to get that cock was in high gear. I went outside with short-shorts covering my thong bikini bottom with just the bikini top on, and helped Dean clean up around the patio and pool. I noticed him taking glances at my breasts and knew he could see my hard nipples poking through and showing through the fabric. My ass cheeks were hanging out my shorts so I know he was getting a good glimpse of them also.

“Wow, Ankara escort bayan all this work got me hot, I am going for a swim, want to join?”

I removed my shorts and he could see I had on a thong bikini bottom that didn’t hide much, especially my ass cheeks since it was just a string running between them. I knew when it got wet, it would reveal my nipples and my pussy very nicely, I jumped in the pool.

I was being a slut full of heated lust for his cock.

“Sure, Dare,” that’s what he called me, “Let me go get my swim shorts on.”

“Dean, just swim in your underwear, come join me.”

Dean gave me a funny look and said, “I don’t wear any.”

“I’ll swim naked if you do, I dare you, ha-ha.”

Dean dropped his pants and my eyes were glued to his cock as he dove in.

He swam next to me and said, “Your turn,”

As I removed my bikini, I could see that wonderful cock growing. It just kept growing and growing.

I could barely breathe much less talk so I croaked, “My word Dean, how big is that thing?”

“I measured it once and it is 10-1/2″ long and about a 6″ diameter. You like it?”

“Dean, all I can think is take me upstairs and fuck me with that. When I saw it Friday night, I didn’t care what anyone would think, I want that beautiful huge cock in my pussy banging it hard.”

“Dare, you are one of the hottest women I ever looked at. I have been dreaming of you in my bed having sex.”

With that, he picked me up, carried me out of the pool and brought me to his room upstairs.

I had to have that cock in me, my vibrator is 8″ and I love it. Randy’s cock is the same size of it and he pleasures me fully, or so I thought. This was going to so much better.

I laid down and spread my legs wide for Dean and guided his marvelous cock into my burning hot pussy.

“Fuck me Dean, fuck me and don’t stop.”

As Dean pushed his cock deeper and deeper in me, I lost control of my lust and started kissing him and grabbing his ass and pushing him to go deeper.

He was teasing me going slow and I yelled angrily at him, “Quit fucking around Dean, put that cock all the way in my pussy and fuck me.”

“You asked for it,” He replied.

Dean started pounding my pussy hard and deep, I was about to black out from the orgasms and from the pain his cock was causing deep in my pussy. Then, I felt something I never felt before. It started just below my stomach and got more and more intense, and then my body exploded in the largest climax I could ever imagine. I let loose orgasming like I was peeing and climaxing at the same time. My body just quaked in orgasmic bliss. I was squirting like I never had before.

“Oh Dean, don’t stop, I am going over the edge, Bring me over the edge.” I was screaming.

“Dara, I am about to cum,”

“Oh god yes, please push as deep as you can when you do.”

Dean pushed hard and buried his cock as deep as possible in me and the feeling of his cum blasting inside of me, made me pass out temporarily.

Dean just kept fucking me, I tried to say stop, but I couldn’t speak. All of sudden, just as I could talk, I felt another massive orgasm building.

I held on to Dean tight and said in his ear, “Fuck me you big stud.”

I drenched his bed having so many huge orgasms. His cock, being turned up a little would hit my G-spot every time he rammed it in and out.

Dean grunted and shot another load of cum deep in my pussy, and after letting his cock soak in my wore out, drenched pussy, rolled off of me and the flood wall opened, cum was pouring out of my pussy..

“Damn, Dare, that was the best fuck I ever had. No one has been able to let me fuck them like that.”

“Dean, I am so sore, I don’t know if I can walk. But I promise, we will fuck as much as my pussy allows.”

The days went by too fast. Dean and I fucked at least once a day and even fucked twice one day.

Randy came back and wanted sex, so I sucked his cock and let him fuck my ass. I don’t let him fuck my ass often but when I let him, he loves it. Randy must had been horney because he plowed my ass hard and filled it with cum. Then he made me clean off his cock by deep throating it. I love Randy!

A few days had gone by and we met with the lawyers and signed all the paperwork to our new store. We worked hard for almost a week getting it organized and took Thursday and the weekend off to rest.

I kept noticing Randy and Dean smiling a lot and it just seemed something was going on.

On Friday nights we normally cook out by the pool and take a swim together and just small chat. So, this Friday night we started the same ritual as always. When we got into the pool and started swimming and chatting, Randy swam up behind me and grabbed around the waste and started massaging my breasts.

I didn’t know what to do so I pushed his hands down and turned and looked at him.

“You know Dara, I knew the moment you saw Dean’s cock you were going to want it. I went downstairs to get Escort Ankara a glass of water before I went to bed and when I saw them pull down his shorts, I knew you would get excited over the size of it. I just didn’t know how excited until I watched your movements after that. The smell of your sex in the viewing room was so strong I had to go shower and masturbate.”

“I talked to Dean about the possibility of him having sex with you and he jumped on the chance. I told him that you had to play it out and he just had to play along until you made him fuck you.”

I was stunned, Randy and Dean knew and let me burn in lust and be a slut? Damn them, well maybe.

Randy reached down, undressed me in the pool and escorted me inside to our bedroom, Dean followed. I was dizzy thinking about trying to handle those two cocks and my pussy was on fire.

Randy made me get on my knees and put his cock near my lips and Dean touched the head of his cock against my pussy, I moved back to get that magnificent cock in my pussy but Dean moved back with me. I tried to put Randy’s cock in my mouth and he just pulled back enough I couldn’t reach it.

“Fuck you guys, put those cocks where they belong,” I screamed.

They laughed at me and proceeded to fuck my mouth and pussy at the same time. They took turns fucking me like a tag team wrestling match. My pussy was so sore I was worried I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week and my mouth and cheeks were sore from being stretched.

I took a few days off work and refused to let either one of them get near my body.

A few weeks had gone by and Dean had started bring his new girlfriend over. Her name was Diane. She was very pretty and firmly built. Her body was tight, she was an amazon. We got alone very well.

Randy and Dean went to the new garden shop we just bought and we were letting Dean manage the business. He had been around our business since he was young and knew about all there was to know. Plus, he had been taking night courses online in horticulture and business classes.

Diane came to visit while I was sunbathing nude by the pool. She had walked to the pool from the side gate then saw me laying out naked.

“Sorry Dara, didn’t mean to walk up on you naked. I tried the doorbell a few times and could see your feet through the window, so I knew you were back here.”

I was caught so; I didn’t cover up.

“It’s ok, how are you? You want to join me at the pool?”

“I didn’t bring a suit; I was just coming over to small chat with you about Dean.”

“Well, you can sit in the shade with me if you want. What’s going on? Something wrong with Dean and your relationship?”

“If it doesn’t bother you, I would love to sun bathe naked with you, and no, there are no problems with our relationship.”

Diane undressed and laid on the chaise lounge next to Dara and commented, “You are so beautiful, no wonder Dean has a crush on you.”

“Thanks, you are quite amazing looking yourself. Dean is young, he sees a pretty woman and wants her. What he needs is someone who will be his partner and live life together.” Dara told her. “So, I am guessing, I am the problem?”

“Pretty much, I know he likes me a lot, but it seems he is totally infatuated with you. He called me Dare one night while we were having sex.”

“Oh Diane, I’m sorry if I am messing up your relationship, I will talk to Dean.”

“You know Dara, I really can see why he is so infatuated with you, you are beautiful, anyone would want you. Heck, I want you.”

“Really? Well to be honest, I have been wondering how you taste also. You have a stunning body. I know there is more to a person than their body, but yours, fits you perfectly. If you want, let’s go inside and shower and see where it leads.”

“Really? Oh my gosh, ok. Thanks.” Diane said blushingly.

Dara led Diane into the shower and started washing her body fully and kissing her as she was inspecting every inch of her body. Diane’s breasts were large but extremely soft. Her nipples were large and pink. After lightly sucking each nipple and squeezing Diane’s breasts, Dara went down on her knees and placed her lips against Diane’s swollen pink pussy and started flitting her tongue around and inside.

“Fuck Diane, your pussy tastes wonderful. I could tongue this all day and night. It is intoxicating.”

Diane couldn’t move, she felt a massive orgasm about to explode from her body and was hoping she wouldn’t fall.

“Oh Dara, please don’t stop, I am about to have the largest orgasm I ever had.”

Dara could feel Diane’s body tighten so she bore down on her clit and sucked it hard while tonguing her pussy. Diane let loose a shower of squirts and a thick flow of cum. Dara felt dizzy sucking it all in.

When Diane finished, Dara said, “Let’s go to my bed.”

“I never had sex with another female, but for some reason, I want to have you as my first,” Dara told Diane.

“Same for me Dara.”

They explored each other, kissed and orally pleased each other for almost 2 hours, then Dara fixed them a light dinner before Diane had to leave.

“We have to do this again, if you don’t mind,” Dara suggested.

“I agree,” Diane replied back and gave her a long kiss goodnight.

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Living in a small town not much ever happened, it was always the usual, there was never anything that would be in the news making it hard for the local paper. I was in the General Store picking up a few items I needed for the house. I knew most of the people in this town, I had grown up here so I kept the family home and used it as cottage.

Our family home was on lake front property, it had amazing views, we had our own dock, with a large boat for fishing. The house was massive, five huge bedrooms, it being only myself I had more room than I could ever use. I kept the house in its original condition, all of it decorated in the era of the early seventies, I upgraded the kitchen appliances and renovated the bathrooms.

I got all the groceries and a few movies to watch as I did not have cable out in this neck of the woods yet. I was in line chatting with a neighbor from up the road when a man burst in to the store, gun in hand. I assumed it was all a hoax, some kind of joke, he was playing some stupid prank or game, but within a few moments it was clear this man meant business.

Looking at his hanky covered face, his black cowboy hat, the plaid shirt, the well worn jeans, he looked familiar somehow, the eyes, the look, the way he moved, the way he walked. Could it be Steve from school, he gave me a weird look like why was I in this store right now. We all put our hands up he went to the checkout and demanded money from the young girl working the till.

I lowered my hands and looked a little closer at the guy doing the robbery, I saw the one thing that assured me it was him. A birth mark on the back of his neck.

“Steve is that you? Why are you doing this man?”

He turned to me pointing the gun at me.

“Shut up you don’t know me.”

“Steve come on man I know you from high school, you and I Ankara escort are neighbors, you do not want to do this please.”

“Shut up Billy, you don’t know me or my life, you live in a big house on the lake, you have your life in the city. Not all of us were as lucky as you were and are, so don’t be trying to tell me what I should be doing and what I should not.”

I walked towards him, my hands partially up.

“Steve man you will go to jail for this, your a good man, you had some bad breaks but come on man put the gun down. Steve give me the gun.”

Steve looked at me, he handed me the gun and started to cry, I pulled him in to me and handed the gun to the store owner. This being a small town the owner decided not to call the police, Steve would come with me to my place. We all knew he had been through a lot of pain and heartache. I paid for my purchases and Steve and I got in my car.

Steve still was in tears as we pulled away, he finally got himself back to normal when we pulled in my driveway. Steve and I unloaded the car, we walked in the house.

“Man is this a big house Billy, I never knew how huge this place really was.”

“For one person to be in this place alone and only on weekends and holidays seems a little crazy but I will never get anything for it, it being in a small place like this, better I keep it and use it as a cottage.”

“Listen Billy about me holding up the General Store, I’m broke, jobless, homeless. I will be sleeping in my dam truck, with fall upon us I can’t realistically stay in my truck all winter.”

“Breaking the law is never the solution, you were very lucky Tom did not call the police on you, but we all know you and the things you and your family have been through. You will stay here with me, you could have come to see me in the Ankara escort bayan first place.”

“I know Billy you’re a good man, I did not want to have to beg for help.”

I pulled him in for a hug and held him, he started to cry again, all the raw emotions were coming to the surface. Steve’s family had been through a lot in the last year, his parents killed in a car accident, his little brother committed suicide, his sister missing for three years now.

Steve’s parents did not own their home anymore, they had lost it due to late mortgage payments, the bank renting the house out to them to keep it in livable condition. When his parents died the bank sold the house leaving Steve homeless, and without work. His parents home being a farm, Steve tended the horses they had, did odd jobs to keep food on the table. Steve was your typical farm hand type guy, straight, rugged, and so very sexy.

“Steve you will be fine, you will stay here with me, we can figure something out, so now all you need to do is pick a bedroom, I do have three empty ones.”

I showed Steve the house, he asked to see my room, I took the master when I took over the house, it was the only room I redecorated. He and I would have lunch then take a boat ride on the lake, do a little fishing, have a nice relaxing day off.

Steve seemed to be bothered by something, I could not pinpoint what it was but he seemed worried about something. I finally asked him what was going on.

“Steve man what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah Billy just wondering how long I can stay with you in your big house is all?”

“Steve you are welcome to stay as long as you like, the place is empty when I am gone I would be glad to have you stay here while I am in the city but if you want to come to the city with me you are Escort Ankara also welcome to do that as well.”

“Really Billy I can stay in your house here? Not sure I would want to come to the city, I have never been and being honest I prefer to stay in town here.”

I could not for the life of me imagine living out here full time, spending time away from work and the city was fine but I needed all the amenities the city has, small town life just was not for me. Steve and I caught four fish between us so it would be a fish fry tonight. Steve was a wiz at filleting fish I would prep homemade fries and coleslaw to go along with the fresh fish.

Steve and I ate way to much each, got it all cleaned up then sat and watched a movie, I was tired so I decided to head off to bed. He seemed distracted all through the movie, I got up and asked him to shut it all off, he shut the lights and came up the stairs behind me. He was about to follow me to my room, I turned to him.

“Steve what are you doing? You have your own room, you do not have to sleep with me.”

“Billy I thought cause you are letting me stay here I had to sleep with you, and you know do things for you.”

“Steve you only have to do what you want to do, this is now your home, make yourself comfortable, your safe here and you do not have to do anything to stay here.”

I could see the relief in his face, but at the same time there seemed to be some disappointment as well. I went to bed I always keep my door open, I heard Steve in the washroom peeing he too kept the door open as well, I waited for the light to go out so I could go in and brush and pee as well. I told Steve if he needed a toothbrush I had many new ones if he needed one.

Steve came to the bathroom door with only white briefs on, he had an impressive bulge in his underwear, not a porn star mind you but a nice looking cock by the looks of it. Steve had a gorgeous body, hairy chest, muscular arms, tattoos, a perfect V shaped torso, his perfect ass, to his large thighs, his full beard, the way he walked, the way he talked, he made you hard just listening to his voice.

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{Trigger warnings for this chapter: pushing the limits, fear of safe words being ignored, light scat.}

Matthew bit on a rubber ball, moaning and screaming in protest. His muscles tensed against the restraints as he noticed a girthy metal rod being brought closer to his hard cock. The boy couldn’t believe that he was released out of his chastity device, which he craved more than anything, only to be placed through the most agonizing sensation he could imagine, that made him beg to get caged again.

“Mhm-! Mmhph,” another desperate, inaudible cry left Matt’s mouth. But it was too late.

Cold stream of lube touched his penis, sliding down his pee hole. Dumb, naïve dick… it thought it’s about to be edged, so it got excited. And now it was too late to go back.

Shiny, black, gloved hand grabbed Matthew’s dick, and despite boy’s protests started pushing a metal rod down his pee hole. The boy tensed up even harder, his toes curled and tears finally left his eyes, sliding down his cheeks. The sensation was awful and scary, he could only feel cold stings of pain inside of his fragile cock head. And the rod was slowly being pushed deeper and deeper…

His masked torturer was clearly enjoying the view. He looked straight at Matthew, but his scary, latex costume wouldn’t reveal anything. Or so Matt thought. Suddenly, from the mouth hole of the mask, a purple tongue slid out to lick boy’s nostrils, filling his brain with the stinky scent of saliva.

“…hlease staah…! Id huuurs…!” Matthew cried, fighting against the restraints again. His master stopped pushing the rod and removed the ball from the boy’s mouth with one move of his hand. “Please…! Master…! It hurts so bad! Please… show mercy, I beg you…”

The face hidden behind a rubber mask moved closer to Matt’s face. Boy winced, afraid of another creepy lick. And he was right. A man spit straight into his eye, without saying anything. Then he went back to torturing the boy’s cock.

Matthew screamed, helplessly shaking his head. This was the worst experience he ever had in this sex dungeon. The first one that made him remember that slave boys are allowed to use safe words. However, Matt wasn’t exactly sure if it would be recognized and respected. After all, he wasn’t in this house as a slave willingly…

“Cherubim!” Matthew hissed out the ‘yellow’ warning safe word, hoping it would help that man realize he wasn’t joking.

And the unknown master stopped pushing the rod in. Matt looked at his poor cock in despair. Stiff, red, veiny… with a piece of metal stuck in it. He felt tears escaping his eyes. Even if it was the end of this nightmare, the rod would still have to be pulled out…

He couldn’t expect this through his closed eyes, but the man in latex costume pulled out his tongue and licked off Matthew’s tear allowing a disgusting laugh to tickle boy’s ear.

“Please… I’m scared and it hurts…” boy cried out.

But then, a man reached for boy’s cock and slapped it, with the metal rod filling it… Matthew screamed in pain, almost sure that his cock was torn apart. But that wasn’t the case.

“Seraphim! Seraphim!” Matthew screamed the ‘red’ safe word that should end this encounter immediately. “I’ve said it! You have to let me go!” Matt cried.

The man moved even closer. Matt could feel his warm breaths on his cheek and neck. He was terrified. That man was clearly about to ignore his limits and go on… He could feel a panic attack being right behind corner…

And then… his torturer started pulling the metal rod out, slowly, sometimes stopping for no reason. All that time, Matt could feel his scary, warm breath touching his ear. Fast, excited breath.

When the rod finally left boy’s cock, it didn’t give him any sense of relief. It was immediately sore, felt violated inside. Man brought the rod to his mouth and placed it in his mouth, sucking the lube off with a creepy little giggle…

And then he left. With Matthew hanging from the hook, chained and miserable. The boy was so terrified, he had trouble inhaling. Later, he couldn’t even recall with details what happened after. He only remembered that someone came into the room, released him and calmed him down in a strong, affectionate hug.

*

When Ankara escort Matthew opened his eyes, it was morning already. To his shock, he wasn’t in the slave bedroom. He was lying in a huge, comfy bed, with strong, muscular arms wrapped around him. Was he killed by that psychopath and now went to heaven?

The boy tried slowly turning on his back, hoping to discover who was cuddling him, but without waking that person up for no reason. His first thought was: Ethan. But with all his advantages, Ethan wasn’t as muscular. When boy finally managed to get on his back, with beating heart he realized that he spent this night in Master Goldman’s arms.

That knowledge made him feel so good and safe that he wanted to kiss this man. But he realized that wouldn’t be a good idea. Matthew chose to patiently wait for his master to wake up, which was not a problem. He found some pleasure in watching this big wolf sleeping, so close to him. His hairy, muscular pecs were growing and shrinking in slow breaths. Matthew moved a little bit closer to listen to man’s heartbeat. It was the most beautiful, hypnotic sound ever. Matt realized that no matter how fun sex slavery was, hot boyfriend like that would be a great thing to have.

It turned out, he was quite a sleeper. Matthew was able to enjoy him for good 45 minutes. Then, Master Goldman moved and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, Master,” Matt whispered, trying to hide his happiness and show only respect.

“‘Morning, boy,” Master Goldman responded, bringing Matthew closer to him with one move of his strong arm. Matt nose was touched by additional amount of Master’s amazing, manly scent, but also by the incredible warmth of his body, that felt like a bath in milk. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, in a sleepy voice.

“I’m not sure… I don’t remember what happened that well…”

“A Dom pushed you to your limits and you’ve had a panic attack because of that.”

The scenes from last night quickly returned to Matthew’s head, ruining his sense of safety. He also felt a single, weak sting, somewhere inside of his dick.

“Ah… yes. It was… scary,” the boy admitted, a bit ashamed. Until now, he had a reputation of one of the best slave boys. That probably changed after that freak out. “I’m sorry, Master. It just overwhelmed me. It hurt really bad and I got scared…”

“It’s okay, bitch,” it might have sounded rude, demeaning and cruel, but Matthew felt weird jolt of pleasure, being called a bitch in a moment of affection like that. Besides, Master Goldman didn’t sound like he had ill intentions at all. “You did your best.”

“Who was that, Master?”

“His identity is none of your concern, boy.” Master Goldman smiled, devilishly. “Stroke my cock, boy.”

Matt didn’t have to search long for his dick. He grabbed it and discovered that it was fully erect. It didn’t surprise him, Master Goldman fucked him once already and he was an incredibly horny bull. Boy stroked him few times and then stopped for a second to bring his fingers to mouth and suck on them, making them wet. Goldman smiled, clearly pleased with how erotic it was.

“I would like to thank you for taking care of me, Master,” said Matthew, lovingly, with shining eyes. “I feel so good knowing I can count on your protection.”

A cold smile showed up on Master Goldman’s face.

“I think you’re misinterpreting this situation, bitch,” he said calmly. “You do realize you will be punished for using safe words during scenes, right? Keep stroking,” Master barked at him. Matthew was in such deep shock, that he automatically stopped moving his hand. “You think you can ruin a scene and go away with it without getting in trouble?”

“But… Master, I thought…” But Matthew stopped talking, remembering that he’s not in position to discuss with Master wanting to punish him. “May I ask what the punishment is?”

“It’s actually the punishments. As in plural. First of all, you’ve been officially stripped off all privileges. You won’t see your friends from the slave bedrooms for some time, you will be sleeping on the floor and everyone will be free to use you at all times. Secondly, your value as a slave has been lowered in the Naughty Pleasure Market app, meaning you will have to work Ankara escort bayan almost twice as much to bring us the same profits. Thirdly, do you remember Benny? That delusional black guy who thought he could be an alpha slave? You will be joining him in the light scat duty.” Master Goldman hesitated, almost like he was aware that there was something important that he should mention, but the details have escaped. “Ah, of course. And most importantly, tomorrow you will be scheduled with the master from tonight again.”

“But… Master! I used the safe word!”

“Bitch, I believe you misunderstood your situation. You’re not in some BDSM spa. We’re not here to provide you with a sexy Dominant fantasy. You’re a fucking sex slave. You can use safe words, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have to do it the next day. We will be punishing you as long as you do it without using a safe word…” Master Goldman buried his strong hand in boy’s messy hair and grabbed it with power, making Matthew wince. “Now get down on me and think about your behavior, bitch.”

Pushed under the covers, the boy had very little air to breathe and it was so hot down there, that Matthew could expect nothing but a headache in the next few hours. But thanks to the closeness of Master’s body and limited air supply, the scent was amazing. If Matthew wasn’t currently scared and depressed about his fate, he would be begging Master Goldman to be allowed to live here, constantly worshipping his manhood.

Even now, the boy couldn’t resist to the overwhelming smells, as his nose was buried in Master Goldman’s pubes every time boy choked on his cock that was long enough to slide down into his throat, bringing tears to the boy’s eyes.

Once he was released from under the covers, he felt used and violated.

“Master, please, forgive me. I was so scared and in a great pain. I didn’t want to cause trouble. Please, don’t punish me this greatly,” Matthew pleaded, almost right after he swallowed Master Goldman’s load.

But Goldman’s face showed annoyance.

“This is exactly what I mean, when I tell other Masters that slaves should be kept on short leashes and punished without any clear reason,” Master Goldman shook his head, in a disapproving way. “You really fucking believe you’ve got some privileges just because you did well few times… Come on here, boy.”

Master Goldman pulled the boy closer to himself and raised his muscled body. With wide eyes, Matthew saw man’s muscular butt lowering to finally press itself to the boy’s face. For a moment, Matt thought his skull will be crushed with that weight, but the moment Master Goldman sat comfortably, the boy was still alive. Matthew opened his mouth, suspecting that Master Goldman was expecting a rimjob…

But instead, he just ripped a long fart straight into boy’s nose.

“That’s what I think about your request, bitch,” Master Goldman said, laughing loudly.

*

Matt’s dick was still hurting after that metal rod visited its insides. It didn’t help that Master Goldman closed him in chastity device again. Matthew found the cold touch of metal in that area traumatic.

Once Matt was allowed to leave to take a shower and get ready for the day of service, he ignored the order and ran straight to Ethan’s room. He knocked on the doors but no one responded. Matthew prayed that his friend was inside after all, as he couldn’t really walk around the house freely. He pressed on the handle and discovered that the doors were not locked.

Ethan was inside and he wasn’t alone. But it didn’t mean he was having sex, or anything like it. What Matthew witnessed was much more surprising and confusing than this.

His best friend was sitting on a couch with Logan, one of the two alpha slaves. Both had headphones on. They were playing FIFA on PlayStation, clearly in the middle of friendly banter…

Matthew looked at Ethan’s phone screen that was lying on the table. It said he was during an official hook up with Logan right now…

“Oh, shit. Matthew! Why would you sneak up on us like this?” Ethan asked, annoyed. He clearly had a little heart attack.

“Am I interrupting something? Should I leave?” Matt asked without confidence.

Ethan looked at Logan and laughed.

“Oh, yeah… No, Escort Ankara I mean: no worries… My buddy Logan here… it’s difficult to say, what he’s doing here. There’s nothing between us, though. Lol.” Ethan seemed like he found that idea alone amusing.

Seeing that Matt was shaking, Ethan stood up.

“What happened, homie? Are you okay?”

Matthew told Ethan everything, in great detail. His friend had his arm wrapped around the boy all the time, keeping him close and in feeling of safety.

“Ethan… please…” Matt had tears in his eyes. “Do something… I can take these punishments, but I don’t want to be tortured by that man again…”

Ethan hugged the boy, really strongly. Matt couldn’t breathe with his face buried in Ethan’s shirt, on level of his chest, yet somehow it didn’t bother him. This closeness was soothing.

“Don’t worry about anything, buddy. I will fix this,” Ethan said confidently. Determined, stood up and moved towards the door with intention of storming out. “Logan, buddy. In the meantime show Matthew my replica.”

The moment Ethan closed the doors, Matthew started watching Logan with a weird expression on his face. Matt was always attracted to the alpha slave Logan, but now he was jealous of him. He liked to think of himself as a special case for Ethan, but it looked like his best friend wasn’t helping just him in this house.

“Come,” Logan ordered. He sounded like he was bored. He lead the slave boy into the bathroom. Matt knew why they came here immediately after the lights were on. “That’s what Ethan spoke about. It’s a 1:1, realistic replica of his erect dick. Costed him two grands.”

Matthew frowned, watching the dildo sticked to the bathroom wall. It was long and pretty thick. It was made from synthetic skin and the colors were really well-matched to imitate a real penis. The balls were low-hanging and the nut sack was also made out of synthetic skin. But what made Matthew breathe really fast, was the pubes, consisting of curly, dark hair.

“Are these hair natural…?” Matthew asked, for some reason suddenly remembering that his mouth was full of saliva.

“They are. They made it smell like his actual crotch,” Logan responded and his tone implied that he found that particular fact very creepy. “I’m going to go back playing a game now,” he said, but he returned few seconds later. “You would be smart not to tell anyone that you’ve seen me here,” he said in a threatening tone.

Ironically, hearing that made Matthew feel a little bit better. Logan always had an incredible, dominant vibe to himself, but right now it was radiating. There was no way him and Ethan had anything else going on besides friendship.

Matt dropped to his knees and respectfully lowered his stare.

“No one will hear about this, Sir.”

Logan closed the doors. Matt was grateful for it, as he wanted to take a very close look at that replica, since the moment he entered here.

But first thing he did was running his nose through the curly pubes sticked to Ethan’s dick replica. He felt some very realistic scent, which was quite enough to make his heart beat faster. “Is that how his crotch smells like?” he thought, placing a gentle kiss on the cock head, playing with the dangling balls. “I need to see how it feels inside of me…”

He reached for a bottle standing on the shelf and recognized the same, water based lube Ethan was always using. Even when they were living together, it was always standing in the open. Matthew liked that for some reason. It helped him remember how sexual Ethan is, even though they were just friends.

He lubed his ass and started pushing the cock head in. Oh, how deliciously difficult it was. Ethan was larger than Matthew anticipated and the dildo was hanging so low on the wall, that he had to fully bend. He moaned with sinful pleasure as the barrier of his ass was finally broken and the dildo slid in easily, spreading and filling him.

“Matthew, what the fuck?!” Boy jumped, hearing his best friend’s voice. He entered the bathroom and the expression on his face was pure fear. “That dildo was meant for the slaves! I intended using it on them after blindfolding them, so they would think it was me actually fucking them. Why would you want to try it out?!” Then, he made a grim realization that made his face go pale. “Are you… ACTUALLY into me…?!”

Scared and embarrassed, Matthew realized that having a metal rod in his cock wasn’t the worst thing that could happen today.

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I had a lot of trouble sleeping that summer. It wasn’t just the heat, although that was mainly it. My boyfriend Duncan and I were living together at the time and things between us were tense. I had been accepted to Graduate school and was preparing to start the semester in September. We hadn’t really talked about what that would mean for our relationship judging that the school I was going to attend was on the other side of the country. I assumed we would live out the summer together and then part ways, but, obviously, there was something bothering him and he refused to talk about it. This was annoying to say the least.

Duncan had taken up a new and very demanding job about four months prior. I tried to be supportive but he became increasingly difficult to deal with on a daily basis. He was constantly moody, passive aggressive, cynical, and sexually uninterested. He always went to bed early, basically stopped wanting to go out with our friends, gained a little weight (just a detail), and got mad at me for not wanting to spend my last summer in town entirely indoors.

I taught Physics at the local high school for two years and finished up my final semester around mid-May. It was a difficult decision to leave because I loved my job and adored my students. But I knew going to Graduate school was the best decision for me, since I wanted to eventually start teaching at a university. Despite having a good idea as to what I wanted to do with regards to my long term goals, leaving that job was one of the hardest choices I’ve ever had to make.

Male students consistently flirted with me at school. I can guess why. I turned 27 at the end of my last semester there and was one of the few teachers that wasn’t born in Jurassic era. At first it was a bit weird for me, but I started to become more intrigued by the seniors on the hockey team. They were all 18 and tended to be way more physically mature than their peers. I didn’t exactly flirt back (or at least I didn’t actively try to), but I found myself enjoying their company after class, especially one student named Joaquin.

Someone once told me that any teacher who is ever tempted by a student should do one thing: just let the student keep talking and then you’ll realize just how young they are and the attraction will go away. And this is absolutely true. Male students have a great way of intriguing an older woman and then destroying that intrigue because they don’t shut up and reveal their age and immaturity. This proved to be very useful, except in a few cases.

Joaquin was a little too smart for his age. And extremely mature for it too. He was 18 going on 25. Both of his parents were doctors and he was fairly well-to-do. He had a reputation for being a player and rumors about him spread around the school. I never investigated what the female students said about him, but they never seemed to stop talking about him when he wasn’t around. I knew his type. He knew he was super gorgeous, charming, capable, intelligent, and he used it all to his advantage. But I also have to say that he was indeed a gifted student. He really was exceptional. I was impressed Ankara bayan escort that he could discuss science with me for hours. I gave him a hug at his graduation and told him I was leaving the school to get a Graduate degree. We wished each other the best. He asked for my Instagram handle and I figured it would be fine since he was now graduated and I wasn’t teaching him anymore. I told him I would give it to him as long as he kept it to himself. I didn’t want my handle getting out there. He agreed.

We texted back and forth on Instagram. It was actually kind of fun for me. It was refreshing since Duncan was being such a pain. Joaquin was still trying to be a flirt while we texted. I just smiled and rolled my eyes, even though I was very flattered by it. He asked me to come out with him a few times, but I declined each time. I always made up an excuse and told him maybe next time.

One night in mid-July I was sitting at my work desk (located in my office at home) in the middle of the night. I was finishing up some random paper work. It was close to 2am and it was scorching hot outside. We had the air conditioner on full blast, so I was wearing a long flannel shirt with nothing but white panties and a white bra. Duncan was asleep in our bedroom since he had to work in the morning. As I was filling out some tedious documents, I heard a light knock on the window. I yelped, covered my mouth, turned around, and saw Joaquin tapping the window of my office. I knew it was him immediately which made me feel relieved but then quickly upset.

I walked over to the window and quickly opened it. I sort of intensely whispered/yelled at him:

“Joaquin! What the hell are you doing here?!?”

“What’s up, Ms. Bee? What are you up to tonight?”

He had that confident grin on his face and I noticed right away that he wasn’t staring at my face. I then looked down and saw my long flannel shirt was open and totally unbuttoned. He had a full view of my tight, petite frame covered only by my bra and panties. I gasped and covered myself up.

He smiled at my panic. “Don’t cover up, Ms Bee. You look good.”

“Joaquin, what are you doing here?” I said, sternly.

“I was hoping to talk to you for a minute. Can I come in?” He said this with a lot of confidence. I looked back in the direction of the bedroom where Duncan was sleeping. I prayed he didn’t hear me and my former student talking at my office’s window.

“It’s almost 2am! My boyfriend is asleep in the other room. This really isn’t a good time for you to be here. You need to go.”

He looked disappointed, but he didn’t give up. “Can you at least meet me out front? Just for a few minutes. Meet me out front by my truck.”

Before I could respond he started walking away. I was upset, but I have to admit that I was super compelled. It was a ballsy gesture. And I have to admit that I wanted to know what he wanted. I quickly buttoned up my flannel shirt and walked quickly, yet quietly to the front door. I found some flip flops by the door and slipped them on. I then found a random hair tie and tied by hair back after I opened the front Escort bayan Ankara door. Sure enough, I found him getting into the driver’s seat of his large pick up truck.

It was late, so the street was empty. It was hot as hell. The flannel shirt wasn’t doing me any favors. I felt myself start to sweat a little, even though I had only been outside for a few seconds. I walked over to his truck not knowing what to expect. He gestured for me to get into the passenger seat. So I did.

To say I was being naive at this moment is an understatement.

The car was off, so the air conditioning wasn’t on at all. He asked me if I would like it turned on, but I said no since I was afraid that might lead him to taking me on a joy ride or something. I inquired as to what he was doing at my house and why he chose to come in the middle of the night. He turned on his charm right away.

“Are you not happy to see me?”

My arms were folded. I tried to stay stern but I ended up smiling and rolling my eyes, then blushing.

“There’s that gorgeous smile, Ms. Bee!”

He was wearing a dark, stripped purple dress shirt and black pants. He might have been out clubbing earlier that night for all I know. Needless to say, he looked good. Like, really good. We got to talking a bit. He started telling me about how he was slightly nervous about leaving home. I didn’t quite know what to say other than the obvious, but then he started going into how much he loved my class and thought I was the best teacher he ever had. He said I was really special to him. I told him he was one of my favorite students, which made him smile. He went on to say that he was disappointed that I turned him down when he asked me to prom. I kind of laughed and told him that it would have been impossible given the circumstances.

“Would you have said yes though? Had you been a student? No use in lying now.”

I hesitated. I knew this was going into tricky territory. I closed my eyes said, “Jesus, it’s so hot tonight!” I then unbuttoned the top two buttons on my flannel shirt to air out my chest a little.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said with that confident grin. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Then, before I could answer, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He pressed his lips against mine perfectly. Just enough to convey his passion and tenderness. I gasped, but then started moaning into his mouth as we made out. It was a beautiful first kiss. I put my right hand on his face as our tongues met. Clearly, he had a lot of experience. He was an excellent kisser.

He then started pressing harder. I responded with the same passion. I felt his hands start to explore my body: first my hips, then my stomach, then my breasts, and then he started to undo the rest of the buttons of my flannel shirt. He quickly got them all undone and opened it up and started cupping my breasts over my bra.

“Wait. I don’t know If I can do this. I don’t…”

At that moment he pulled my bra down and put his mouth on my breasts and started to suck on it. I immediately started to moan. I closed my eyes and laid back in ecstasy Bayan escort Ankara as he sucked on my perky tits. He kept telling me how beautiful they were, how gorgeous I was, and how he had always wanted me. He continued to suck on my breasts as he slipped his fingers down my panties and started to play with my clit. I was in heaven.

I lifted his face back up to mine and we started making out more passionately. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped my panties off. I started to undo his belt after we made out for a few more minutes. I helped him push his pants and boxers down to his ankles and my eyes widened when I saw his very sizable cock. I grinned as I grabbed it. I started to jerk him off slowly. I bit my lip and smiled when I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. I then licked my palm and started jerking him off harder. I did this for a minute or so before I went down on him.

He covered his mouth with his hand to drown out the sound. The windows were already starting to fog up and I kind of giggled at it. It seemed like he was about to ask what I thought was so funny, but he ended up just succumbing to the pleasure of me teasing the head of his lovely Latin dick with my tongue. I jerked him off as I started sucking his cock, which he kept telling me he loved. I told him he had a beautiful cock.

Joaquin helped me slip off my flannel shirt as I went down on him further and further, which felt so nice since it was so fuckin’ hot. He then unhooked my bra which was barely hanging on anyway. He unbuttoned his shirt but didn’t take it off. I got a nice look at his powerful and muscular torso. His cock got harder and bigger in my mouth. He was bigger than Duncan and I even told him so. He liked that. I told him I hadn’t been fucked in weeks and he said, “We better take care of that, then.”

I grinned and quickly straddled him. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my tight pussy, which was soaking at this point. It felt overwhelming. I kissed him to drown out the volume of my moans. He felt so big inside of me and it was beyond amazing. Not only did it feel naughty, he genuinely knew how to fuck. I was able to ride him hard and fast. He kept whispering to me how sexy I was, how gorgeous my body looked when I was naked, and how he had always dreamed of fucking me. He made me confess that it had crossed my mind too, especially since he graduated.

I rode him harder and harder until neither one of us could think straight. He asked me if I wanted him to pull out but I told him to cum inside me. I was on the pill, so it was fine. Seconds later he did. He stayed hard for a good while even after he came, so I slowly kept riding him. Eventually, I climbed off of him and sat back in the passenger’s seat. I looked over at him and he seemed like the happiest guy in the world. He probably was.

We chatted a bit more before I got dressed. He asked if he could see me again and I said it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. He was a little heartbroken, but he told me he understood. We made out again before I said goodbye.

I found myself stumbling a bit as I walked back to my house. I turned around and waved bye to him one last time before he drove off. I went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. I touched myself as I thought about Joaquin fucking me again. That’s when I came. Eventually, I got to bed. Duncan hadn’t moved an inch.

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Carol and I had got together to drown our sorrows with a good bottle of single malt. She was going through a partially bad divorce and I was at a bit of a lose end with being widowed for just over 6 months. Carol and I have been best friends since school.

I had never liked her husband; he treated her like shit and was always implying that our friendship was an affair when in fact he was the one that couldn`t keep his dick in his pants.

As the bottle emptied, we started reminiscing about some of our past wild adventures. Carol started by telling me about the time, when she was just out of college and much to her mother’s dismay, took off with a biker. Only to find out after it was too late that he expected her to put out for all his biker mates.

I looked at Carol with surprise. “How come you didn`t tell me about that at the time?”

“I`ve told you now! I think you were away or something at the time?”

“That’s right I went into the army about that time! I bet Pam was out of her wits, your mother was such a prude about things like that?”

“Yer, I know, mum`s probably part of the reason I did it. Youth rebellion and all that shit. Anyway, not a happy memory, lets change subject, your turn, what did you get up to, that I don`t know about?”

“You know how I like to walking in the evenings.”

“Yes, I know, get on with the story!”

“Well, a few years ago, I was in Murcia for a few days.”

Carol butted in.” Was that on one of your work trips to Spain that you told me about?”

“Yes. I was walking just after dark down a narrow street in the direction of the river from my hotel. The streets in this part of the old city were clean but a bit seedy if you know what I mean.

“I noticed a couple talking in front of me, as I got closer, I could see the guy trying to kiss the woman. She pulled away grabbing his hand and leading him up a side street. As I pass the street, I could see her banging on a door, shouting loudly in Spanish, I kept walking but knew what I seen, she was a street hooker.

“Sure enough, in the next block there was an African girl standing in the shadows. As I approached, she pushed out her tits and said something to me in Spanish.

“I still don`t speak a word of Spanish so I replied to her. Only English! To my surprise she responded in nearly perfect English, asking me where I was going. I told her I was out exercising. That`s when she asked me if I wanted a girl?”

Carol frowned. “Well, did you want a girl, you were married by then… right?”

“No this was before I meet Lizzie.

“This African girl was stunning, I would say in her early 30`s about my height, long braided hair with coloured beads, a very sexy red overcoat and long black leather boots. It turned out her name was Imane from Morocco.”

“You bad boy, you got on first name basis!”

“Are you going to let me finish!

“Imane asked me heaps of questions, what I was doing in Spain, what I did for a living, you know being very friendly.”

“I bet she was being friendly!”

“Hay, I was under no allusions of what she was, but hay, it felt good to have someone, at least sound like they Ankara escort were interested in me. I found out she had been in Murcia for just over 12 months, she also told me she was studying at a local college.

“Eventually I decided to fob her off, by telling her I didn`t have much money on me, which was true. I always walked light when overseas, just a plain tee shirt, shorts, runners and a bit of cash in my pocket. My passport and cards are always locked in the hotel room safe and I leave my hotel room keys at reception.

“I got the feeling she had already figured she had her man and wasn`t taking the rejection. To make sure of her conquest, she opened the front of her coat revealing a stunning body, only covered by a lovely red lace bra and panties. As she gave me a seductive pose, while asking how much money I had for her.

“I pulled out the content of my pocket, 35 euro. She smiled and told me she would fuck me for 35. I remember looking at this Moroccan princess and thinking, fuck this gorgeous body for 35 euro, you only live once.”

Carol went to butt in. “Don`t worry alarm bells were starting to ring in my head. I`m not the green!”

“She grabbed the money and led me along the street going down towards the river. I was expecting to be dragged up some side street and into a dingy room, but no, she took me to a new upmarket riverside apartment complex.

“Now my alarm bells were going off, big time, I`m thinking this has to be suss, a 35-euro street whore doing tricks in a building like this. I nearly bailed, their and then, stupidly I decided to go along with it and see what happened. Maybe a bit out of curiosity, don`t really know, she did have a lovely ass…!”

“Men, you`re all so predictable. I can see where this is going, how deep in the shit did you get?”

“Well, you see, I was thinking, this building is ultra-modern, has a doorman, 24-hour reception. I fingered I must be reasonably safe. Let’s face it, I had no ID or other valuables on me. If they had intentions of robbing me, they were out of luck. If it was some sort of mugging, they would have had better opportunities back in the dark streets and why kidnap me, they had no way of even knowing who I was!”

“You, said they! Who are they?”

“Just a manner of speech, you`d be stupid to think these streets workers aren’t working with other people. There was nothing suggested Imane was, I was just being a bit wary.

“Anyway, we walked into a lift, Imane swiped a card and the lift started moving without pushing any level buttons. I watched the floor indicator going up 1- 5, 6, 7 was the top floor but the lift felt like the lift went up one more floor.

“The doors opened into a roof top penthouse. My alarm bells really went off, I turned and walked back into the lift. Imane, grabbed my hand asking me what was wrong. I got pretty agitated with her telling her this was a set-up and I was out of there. She asked me to come in and she would explain.”

Carol with a hint of alarm on her voice. “What’d you do, I would have been out of there, quick step!”

“Imane gave me her story, that she wasn`t a regular Ankara escort bayan street walker. She on to say, she use to be when first arriving in Spain, however a wealthy German banker fell in love with her and set her up in this apartment. She went on to tell me he was only around for one week per month and she got bored when he was away. She couldn`t have another regular boyfriend as the banker wouldn`t stand for that, so she occasionally went back to her old ways, picking up one night stands off the street, normally married guys so she`d have no comeback.

“Apparently, this night I fulfilled her needs!”

Carol looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Did you believe her?”

“Not really, but hay, she had a hot ass…!”

“So, what happened next?”

“Imane popped the caulk on a bottle of bubbly out of the fridge and pouted two flutes while asking me if I wanted a shower.”

Carol shifted in her seat. “Great, I though you would never get to the good bits, so what happened in the shower?”

“This is where things started to get a bit strange, maybe a cultural thing, but for a woman who supposedly made a living out of selling her body she was very reserved and shy. Took ages to get her in the shower with me. You probably don`t want to hear the micro ins and outs, but I have to say, other than you, she was the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever seen naked!”

“What the fuck, when have you ever seen me naked!”

“1983 school camp, remember! Anyway, I don`t need to see you naked, your beautiful anyway!”

“And your full of shit, get on with the story.”

“After the shower Imane collected the bottle of bubbly and glasses and we moved to an opulent bedroom. We weren’t there long before her phone rang, she looked at the screen with a bit of alarm on her face and took off out of the bedroom to answer the call.

“I could hear her talking into the phone in German from the other room, this gave me a chance to have a good look around the bedroom, while I was looking, I spot this cam recorder set up with a good view of the bed. On closer inspection I could see the record LED light was flashing. I removed the micro SD card, as luck would have it the recorder was the same type as I use at home, so I knew it only had memory on the card.

“Imane returned with fresh empty flutes, filling both of them from the bottle while telling me that it was her banker friend on the phone. I was getting the feeling she was so full of shit… but…”

Carol interrupted, “I know… she had a hot ass!”

“I reached over to pick up a glass of bubbly, she stopped me saying that glass was hers. I took the other glass and pretended to take a sip before putting it back down. Imane, still seemed very reluctant to move things along if you know what I mean, I got the feeling she might be stalling for time or something.

“As soon as she looked away, I swapped the glasses and gave a pot plant a good drink of the contents of the glass she was drinking from, leaving the other glass on the table. I held up the empty glass for a refill.

“This went backwards and forward until we finished Escort Ankara the bottle, well she did, I had a happy pot plant to give me a hand.

“Finally, Imane made a move by leaning over and kissing me, we made it into bed. Carol! I`m not joking, this woman would have to be lamest fuck I have ever had in my life, she`s lucky she was so fucking horny looking or I would have deflated after the first couple of minutes, as it was, after changing positions to doggy and me pounding away with what felt like forever, I just lost interest and pretend to cum.

“I remember thinking while I was pounding away, this German banker must have lived a sheltered life if he thought this woman was worth spending thousands on.

“I went into the bathroom to flush the empty condom down the toilet and get cleaned up. When I got back to the bed, Imane was still in the same position, fast asleep, maybe she went to sleep while I was still fucking her, it felt like it.”

“What did you do then?”

“My first reaction was, fuck this I`m out of here, then my medic training kicked in, what if there had been something in the glass that I switched and she wasn`t just asleep. You can`t leave an unconscious person alone. I took her vitals and they seemed normal. She may of been just asleep but better to be sure.

“I did think of calling an ambulance but then thought better of it, I didn`t want the hassle of explaining the situation and she was doing ok.

“I put her in the recovery position and sat in a chair beside the bed, checking her vitals every 20 to 30 minutes. After about an hour I started doing the pin prick test on the soles of her feet, she would respond a little, then drop back off, a classic sign she was drugged.

“More out of boredom than anything, I picked up her phone, no password or anything, most of her messages were to and from one number with German text, I checked the number, it was the same number she received that called from earlier.”

“So, she did have a German friend.”

“It looked like it. I was pissed off so revenge was floating around in my mind, before I put her phone back, I positioned her legs to expose a good view of her ass hole, then took a close-up shot, sending the photo to Germany.

“Ouch, I bet that took some explaining to German lover boy!”

“Only if her story about the banker was true. Sitting waiting for her to recover I started thinking about making sure I covered my tracks, I didn`t want the Police knocking on my door with her accusing me of date drugging her. I went around the apartment wiping everything I could remember touching, I know, I know, there would be CCTv and DNA and all that spook stuff but hay, I wasn`t thinking straight you know, she had a nice ass, remember!

“After about 2 hours, the pin pricks made her foot flinch, she yelled a little and started to wake up so I decided she was conscious enough to leave.

“I went out of the building through the kitchens back entrance, just in case somebody was waiting out front, I know, CCTv of me coming into the building and nothing going out, but I as I said I wasn`t thinking, she…”

Carol interrupted. “Had a nice ass! Did you every work out, what her motive was?”

I sighed… “Not really, it made no sense, maybe she was grooming me for later, maybe blackmail, I can`t work out for the life of me, why she would want to drug me. The truth is I just don`t know! It has bugged me for years… You got any ideas?”

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Max and I had thoroughly enjoyed our staycation week, but tonight was our last night and I was already sad that our time together would end tomorrow. Spending every minute of every day together could go well or not. In our case, we had a blast together and didn’t want the fun to end.

“I have a surprise for tonight baby,” Max said grinning ear to ear.

“You do?” I asked excitedly. Anything to take my mind off the fact that tonight was our last night to sleep together for a while. It was the actual sleeping together that I would miss the most. Ok, second most….

“I found out there’s a sex club in town,” he said.

“What?” I exclaimed, “I am sure there are plenty but….” He cut me off before I could say anymore.

“Yes, one of my friends went and said it’s an upscale place and completely safe,” he said with his eyes pleading. “I know you want to…..”

“Of course I want to,” I said, and before I could say any thing else he explained that we were going to go out and buy something suitable to wear at the club. I tried to protest that we didn’t need to spend the money, but he insisted saying we had saved a lot of money during our staycation and he wanted to do something special on our last night. Who was I to complain about that?

We spent the afternoon shopping and having a lot of laughs trying to pick out sexy outfits for each other. We went back to my apartment and showered, but Max wouldn’t let me cum. He just teased me in the shower, telling me that if I was a good girl he’d make sure I came for him tonight. I loved when he took control like that.

We got dressed in our new sleek black clothes. Max wore all black pants and shirt, and I wore a short black mini skirt with a tight shiny black bodice. We were looking very sexy, and ready for some hot fun.

Going to a sex club was something I had always wanted to do but kept chickening out whenever the opportunity came up. But tonight was our night! When we arrived I didn’t really know what to expect. We were welcomed Ankara escort as one time guests and we walked through the busy barlike atmosphere. As we walked deeper into the club we saw the unique sex part of this kind of club.

I saw a woman lying face down on a spanking bench as a man stood off to her side. She was naked but the man had jeans on with no shirt or shoes. My first thought was that he was so sexy. Jeans were always something I found irresistible on a man. I felt bad when I found other men attractive, but I knew Max found other women attractive. It was natural, and we were ok with it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the man. Max stood behind me as we watched the couple. The man secured the woman’s wrist and ankles to the legs of the bench. I wondered if she was comfortable. Her hair hung in her face so I couldn’t tell from her expression.

I saw him touch her gently and lean over to whisper to her a couple times. He continued to walk around her until I saw his hand raise over her butt. Spanking. Yes, recently Max had tried spanking me and I liked it. I heard the loud slap on her ass and I jumped myself.

“Easy baby,” Max whispered in my ear, threading his fingers through mine at my sides.

“Ok?” the man asked the woman.

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

“More?” the man asked.

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

We stood there watching as he slapped and caressed both ass cheeks until they were pink. Her sounds of pleasure were arousing as she whimpered and moaned. I could see her breathing quicken as her body rose and fell.

I felt Max’s hand caress my butt. “You like this don’t you baby?” Fuck yes, I thought.

“Yes Sir,” I said to him with a smile but never taking my eyes off of the couple.

“Is he making you wet?” he asked.

“Yes,” I managed to squeak out as Max moved his hand down and his finger slid along my pussy lips. His other hand went to my stomach to pull me against him. I hoped that ensured no one could see what Ankara escort bayan he was doing to me under my skirt.

“Do you want to cum now?” the man asked the woman on the bench.

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

“When I say so,” he instructed as he moved to massage her butt cheeks with both hands. He spread her legs a bit more than they already were. He had easy access to her pussy. Max had brought my juices up to my clit. I sucked in my breath and bit my lower lip.

“Stop,” Max said, “No noise from you and I’ll let you cum too.”

“Yes?” I whispered hopefully.

“Oh yes,” Max said. As the man sunk his finger into the woman’s pussy, Max put his finger inside me. It took everything I had not to make a noise. The man continued moving his finger in and out of her pussy while he put his other hand on her back.

“Be still,” the man commanded, “I’ll tell you when to cum.” How would he know I wondered? Maybe she was his wife?

Max must have known I was losing focus because I felt his finger on my clit again. This time he kept it there. Circling and teasing my clit as it grew with need.

“Baby…” I whispered, wanting him to know I would cum soon if he didn’t stop.

“Cum with her,” Max said, “Wait for it.”

Could I do that? I tried to focus on what the man was doing to her. He had added a finger so now two fingers were working her pussy. She was writhing beneath his hand pressed against her back.

“Wait for permission to cum,” he said again, not slowing down his stroking. How could she stop it though?

“Sir, I…” she started. His hands left her body.

“Do you want to cum or not?” he asked sternly.

“Yes Sir,” she said clearly, but I saw her body shaking. She was struggling to hold her orgasm back.

“Then you’ll wait for my permission,” he reminded her, “Understood?”

“Yes Sir,” she said, her voice now trembling with need. The man replaced his hands and I saw the woman’s breathing get more shallow. Her Escort Ankara body was moving less. Either she was pissed at him for treating her like this or she was learning to control her orgasm. Since she had willingly come here and I had seen them whispering before, I assumed this was all part of the plan.

“She’s waiting for him,” Max whispered to me.

“Yes,” I breathed as he continued stroking my wet clit.

“Can you wait?” Max asked me.

“I don’t know,” I whispered with clenched teeth, not taking my eyes off of the man. The way he worked her body so expertly was mesmerizing. He was in full control of her and yet, he did not seem scary in any way. I watched his fingers and imagined them on me. Oh I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cum now,” I heard the man tell the woman and I heard her cry out as she finally was able to release her orgasm. Max pressed down on my clit and I gasped as the first wave of my orgasm crashed, weakening my knees. My gasp must have been loud because the man turned to look at me. Our eyes locked. His eyes were soft as I saw a small smile on his lips. I licked my lips in response and my body shook with my orgasm even though I tried to control it. Max held me up as my orgasm slowed. The man tore his gaze from me and went back to finishing off his woman. I watched the man intently as I tried to keep still in Max’s arms until I had regained control of my legs.

“Wow baby,” Max said walking me over to the bar area. I felt unsteady walking, but Max’s arm around me helped. Max was smiling ear to ear as he ordered us both a water.

“What?” I asked him.

“That was hotter than…” Max started as he took his first sip of water, “Than anything?” he finished.

“Yes?” I asked, sipping the water and willing my body to stop trembling.

“Yes,” Max confirmed.

“I think another man just made me cum,” I said, “And you’re ok with that?”

“I made you cum baby,” he said, “Those were my fingers working you.” That was true.

“But when he said cum,” I said, “I obeyed.” I really did and it was a rush of excitement to be told to cum.

“It was so hot,” Max said as I looked down at his pants to see he really did think so. He was hard and I smiled giving him a kiss. He liked it, but he also knew I would find a way to repay the favor…

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Now 44 and officially un-hitched, Elizabeth adjusted to newly divorced life pretty seamlessly and easily. She was loving her freedom, her home, and her chance to create a new start for herself. Even not having her kid for days at a time wasn’t as bad as she had originally anticipated. Yes, it sucked not having him around all the time, but having some time completely to herself – to be just Elizabeth and not Mom Elizabeth – was pretty awesome, she had to admit.

One tough thing about not having her kid around everyday though was trying to fill all of her free time. She did her best to pack her schedule: meeting with friends, taking walks, working out, watching shows, shopping, and doing chores around the house, but even still, there were a lot of hours to fill. And with time on her hands, she found herself often browsing and window shopping online for all sorts of things.

One such night, with nothing much to do, she found herself on VRBO looking at cabin rentals with hot tubs, mostly just daydreaming and creating a made up vacation in her mind. Until, that is, she stumbled on a cabin in a mountain town about an hour and a half away. With a private hot tub. With great reviews. Not too pricey. And with availability that coincided with her kid-free days. “Hmmmm,” she thought to herself. “Free cancellation too? What the hell!” as she whipped out her credit card and made the spontaneous reservation.

A few days later, Elizabeth was down at Kyle’s and they were sitting on his couch catching up. “Soooo, you know how I have all this free time now?” she said sheepishly. “Well, I got bored the other night and did something impulsive,” she started, “….and I rented this cabin,” she blurted out as she pulled up the VRBO listing on her phone. “Check it out,” and she handed her phone to Kyle. “So, wanna go to New Hampshire with me next month? It’s in the mountains, right near a state park” she explained, “….and it has a hot tub,” she added in a sing-songy voice.

He chuckled. “Looks pretty awesome,” as he scrolled through the pictures. “What dates?”

“It’s two nights. Go up on December second and come back on the fourth. Think you can go?”

“I have to check with work. And I have to see if I have anything going on with the kids, but I think I should be free. Can I let you know next week?”

“Yeah, of course. There’s free cancellation for another 3 weeks, so yeah…” she trailed off, excited that this mountain getaway/hot-tub/sexy-time trip with Kyle might actually happen.

Next week, he texted her and let her know the trip was a go and Elizabeth was thrilled!

————

Fast forward a few weeks, and their trip was now just a day away. Elizabeth was excitedly packing and getting ready for their getaway:

Cold weather clothes? Check.

Snow boots? Check.

Card game? Check.

Toothbrush? Check.

Sexy undies? Check.

Toys? Lube? Check and check.

Bathing suit? No need.

She packed another bag full of snacks and drinks and was soon all ready to go.

Kyle arrived at Elizabeth’s later the next morning as she was finishing up work. She snuck out of her Zoom call to give him a long kiss. Her heart always skipped a beat when she saw him. At just over six feet tall, he was slim but strong, with a neatly trimmed beard and matching buzz cut, sprinkled with grays. She thought he was handsome, rugged, and sexy as hell.

“This meeting was supposed to be over half an hour ago,” she said with an eye roll “…but it should be over soon and then we can get going.”

“No problem…I’ll just chill on the couch until you’re done,” and he went to hang out in the living room until she finished up her call.

A few minutes later, she signed off the Zoom, closed out her email and shut everything down.

“All done!” she said as she joined him in the living room, plopping down onto him and bringing her lips to his. “Sorry, that took longer than I expected, but I told work not to bother me from here on out.”

“No worries,” he replied with a smile and a kiss. “You all packed?”

“Yep, all set. My bags are by the door. Just have to pee and then I think I’m ready to go.”

Kyle packed her bags in his truck while she went to pee and shut off the lights and then she joined him in the truck.

“Ready?” he asked as she climbed into his truck.

“Ready!” she said enthusiastically and then leaned in for a little kiss.

“Which way do I go?”

“Super easy, just head over to Rt 104 and then we just stay on that for like an hour and a half and then we’re practically there.”

They headed off, stopping for lunch along the way. When they pulled into town, they popped into the grocery store to grab some food so they could cook some meals in the cabin. As they got back into this truck, Elizabeth got a text. “Ooooh! Cabin’s ready early so we can check in now,” she read out loud.

They arrived at the cabin a little after two in the afternoon and were impressed right off the bat. Calling it a cabin was a bit of an understatement. It was a big, cedar-sided house set amongst large pine trees in a sparsely populated neighborhood. “Wow, looks nice,” Ankara bayan escort Elizabeth remarked as they parked in the freshly plowed driveway. They unlocked the door and took a little tour of the place at first. A good size kitchen, living room/dining room combo with a wood stove, bedroom with a rustic four poster bed and a bathroom made up the main floor. Upstairs, there were two small bedrooms and downstairs there was another bedroom, bathroom and living area and, most importantly, access to the hot tub.

“I call the bedroom on the main floor. Which bedroom do you want?” Elizabeth teased.

Kyle laughed and gave her a kiss. “Very funny….let’s go get our things and then maybe we can check out that hot tub.”

They unpacked the truck and settled in quickly. They took their bags to the bedroom and Elizabeth was getting out the towels. “You serious about wanting to check out the hot tub now?” she asked Kyle who was standing near her next to the bed.

“Well, yeah. But first….” and he drifted off as he brought Elizabeth into an embrace, meeting his soft lips to hers. His hands pressed into her back, pulling her closer to him. At just 5’4″, she had to stand on her tip-toes to approach his height. She reached her arms up around his neck, emitting soft little moans during their passionate kiss. They’d not seen each other for a few weeks so there was a lot of pent up passion and energy in that kiss.

Kyle gently leaned forward, laying Elizabeth down onto her back and then he crawled on top of her, their lips barely leaving one another’s as they transitioned to the comfort of the bed. They continued their make out session for a few heated moments, their soft lips pressing together, their tongues darting in and out, their breaths and heartbeats speeding up. The weight of Kyle’s strong body pressed upon hers, as well as the bulge she could feel in his pants, was turning her on immensely. She exhaled a deep and slow breath along with a soft moan.

Kyle eased off of the bed and reached down to unbutton Elizabeth’s jeans. He peeled her jeans and panties off in one motion revealing her neatly trimmed mound. While he quickly undressed, she reached down and pulled her socks off and then whipped her shirt and bra off and laid back onto the bed. He then lay down over her, returning his lips to hers. The heat from his body and the heat of his erection added to the heat she was already feeling. They continued ravishing each other with kisses, their lips sometimes moving to each other’s necks, ears, and shoulders. It was frantic and heated, sensual and impassioned.

They rolled onto their sides, their bodies still pressed upon one another, their hands caressing each other. Elizabeth intertwined her legs with his as they continued their fiery make out session. Kyle then eased away and spun himself around so they were now in a side lying sixty-nine. She positioned the foot of her top leg behind Kyle’s head, giving him easy access to her wet pussy and she grasped Kyle’s throbbing cock in her soft hand and guided him to her mouth, eagerly taking him in. Kyle wasted no time in reaching his tongue to her silky opening and he began lapping up her sweet, intimate juices. His tongue made broad, swirling strokes from her entry up to her clit while, at the same time, she hungrily moved her lips along his cock, drippily covering him in her saliva.

Her blowjob wouldn’t have earned her any awards though. It was a frenzied mix of tongue and lips, licks and sucks, and Elizabeth tried her best to maintain pressure and focus on his manhood, but that was increasingly difficult as Kyle worked his magic on her snatch. She had to keep taking moments to catch her breath as small little orgasms welled up inside of her. When she returned her mouth to his shaft, she couldn’t help but let out a constant, low moan. Kyle began rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue on her clit and that was it. She could barely stand it.

“Oh my god,” she wailed, releasing her mouth from him. “I want your cock inside me now,” she demanded as she pushed him onto his back. She spun around and straddled atop him and sank her body deep onto his cock, his thickness filling her up, inch by inch.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck that feels good,” she said, breathlessly as their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.

She began pulsing her muscles on his penis as his strong hands slid up her thighs, over her hips and then to her ass. Biting her lower lip, she arched her back slightly, pressing her 38B breasts forward. She ran her hands through her shoulder length brown hair, pulling her head back slightly as she did so. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, the blue of their eyes like the blue heat of a flame. She pulsed, gyrated and rode his cock in this position for a few minutes, loving every second of it and loving every little twinge of his dick within her.

Kyle then moved himself to sit upright a bit more, leaning back on the pillows against the headboard and this new angle allowed Elizabeth to press herself even deeper onto his cock. His hands reached under her ass, giving her an assist as she gained speed on Escort bayan Ankara his member. Up and down she rode him, her breasts bouncing in motion with her movements.

After a few minutes of riding him like that, she repositioned her legs, so they were behind Kyle and she guided him to sit fully upright. He bent his legs behind her and their hands pressed into each other’s backs. Sitting like this, so intimately connected, they paused their movements and, instead, she just squeezed her muscles on him. They held each other tight, her breasts pressing into his chest, their mouths and lips coming together, devouring each other with kisses.

Kyle then took over, managing to reposition the two of them while keeping his cock deeply rooted inside of her. He lifted Elizabeth up and then eased her onto her back, laying his body on top of hers. “Nicely done there, mister,” she said with a chuckle.

“I got skills,” he jokingly returned and then he began quickly pounding into her warm, velvety tunnel. The bed squeaked and rocked slightly with each powerful thrust. With her legs wrapped around his, her hands wrapped around his back, and her nails digging in lightly to his skin, she pulled him closer with each downward thrust and tightened her muscles around his cock.

Both kind of normally quiet and reserved, Elizabeth turned into the loud one in the bedroom, and she spouted a whole range of expletives, screams and moans as Kyle pressed into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god!” she screamed. She had been craving his cock for the past few weeks and he felt soooooo good.

She tried to wriggle her hand down to her mound so she could rub her nub and add to the pleasure but, instead, Kyle disengaged and flipped her over onto her stomach, seemingly, in one fluid motion. He hurriedly rammed his cock back into Elizabeth’s wet entry and she let out an “ooooooooh god” at the sensation.

She managed now to slide her hand underneath her and the added friction between her clit, her hand and the bed took her right to the edge. “Oh my god, please don’t stop!” she begged. A monstrous orgasm was swelling inside her. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” And within seconds, her body was shuddering from her shoulders to her toes. Little spasms rippled through her and she let out an enormous exhalation. Kyle took a pause from his action and leaned down to her, meeting her lips in a kiss before sitting back upright and dragging his fingers along her back.

“Holy shit….You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting that these past few weeks,” she said to him while still catching her breath.

“I think I could guess…probably about as much as I’ve been wanting you these past few weeks,” he said to her while taking the moment to pull her ass back towards him, giving her a playful slap on the cheek.

With her ass in the air and forearms on the bed, he ran his thumb over her wet opening and to her asshole and Elizabeth let out a little gasp. He repeated that motion a few times, before making little swirling motions with her lubrication on her puckered hole. He released a mouthful of saliva onto her hole and then brought his cock to her tight entry, slowly pressing it into her.

“Slooooooow,” she requested as it had been awhile since they’d done any anal play. He caringly obliged and just held the tip of his cock in her back door before slowly pressing forth, little by little. She exhaled long and deep, relaxing her body and taking him in. As her body eased, his cock slid further in until he was balls deep in her ass. Slowly and gently, he slid his dick back and forth in her tight tunnel, gaining a little more speed with each pass until he was thrusting hard and fast in her ass.

She reached down and pressed her index finger into her vagina, and was able to feel his cock sliding back and forth through her tunnel walls. He moistened his fingers in his mouth and reached down to her clit and began rubbing her quickly as well. With so many nerves being excited, she couldn’t hold back from screaming and moaning loudly. As her cries got louder, his actions became more rapid and soon they both were edging close to thunderous orgasms.

“Oh my god!” she wailed. “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” She was about to explode. And with a few more thrusts from his cock in her ass, her finger in her pussy, and the added friction on her clit, she did explode. A tidal wave of pleasure rolled through her like a tsunami. Giving her no time to recover, Kyle was quickly approaching his own tsunami. His balls tightened, his breaths became short and he let out a few little gasps before he released with an “Oh god,” and a heavy grunt as his spunk filled her ass, one spurt after another and another. With his balls emptied, they both let out a deep, heavy, contented sigh and she gasped a little as he pulled his softening cock out of her and fell back onto the bed.

“Oh my god,” she uttered under her breath as she lay there completely spent.

“Uhhh, yeah,” was all he could manage to say as he caught his breath and came down from his orgasmic high. “I’ll go get you a towel.”

He came back with Bayan escort Ankara a towel and they cleaned up and then the two of them lay on the bed, happy, but worn out, their breathing starting to return to normal.

Elizabeth turned to Kyle and gave him a quick kiss. “Now what?” she asked.

“I dunno…naptime?” he half-joked.

“Sounds good to me,” as she snuggled up next to him, her head on his chest, curled up in his arms and they both began to doze off.

They rested for about half an hour before fluttering awake, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

“I’m going to go rinse off in the shower,” Elizabeth said to Kyle as she eased off the bed. “Then maybe we can go check out the hot tub?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Kyle responded.

After Elizabeth took a quick rinse, they both wrapped themselves in some towels and headed down to the hot tub. The late afternoon air was shockingly cold on their exposed skin and Elizabeth shifted on her feet trying to keep warm as Kyle removed the hot tub cover. With a roof covering the hot tub, they didn’t have to worry about the light snow that had begun falling. But with the trees in winter mode at the back of the yard, there wasn’t total privacy between the hot tub and the apartment building just a few hundred feet away so they quickly removed their towels and scampered into the hot tub before any neighbors could catch a peek.

“Aaaaahhhh,” they both said simultaneously as they sank their naked bodies into the water.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,” Elizabeth remarked as the warm water and bubbles surrounded her.

“Yeah, this is pretty awesome,” he replied, leaning his head back in bliss.

They sat next to each other, their thighs pressed against one another, enjoying the crisp mountain air contrasted against the heat of the hot tub. It was perfect.

They occasionally shifted around, adjusting their bodies to the jets and then Elizabeth found a jet on one of the seats.

“Oooh! That’s a fun jet!” she said with a giggle as she sat upon it. He laughed as she enjoyed the pulsating water hitting her snatch. After a few moments of that, Elizabeth floated her way over to Kyle and straddled his legs. They made out for a bit and Kyle caressed Elizabeth’s breasts as they floated just beneath the surface. She ran her hand along his erect cock bobbing in the water below. She arched her back, sitting a little more upright and her breasts were now just out of the water. He brought his tongue down to her chest and flicked his tongue over her nipples before sucking them into his mouth.

“Oh god,” she breathlessly whispered as she ran her hands through his soft hair.

Elizabeth then guided his cock into her entry and she sank down onto him and they began to slowly and wordlessly fuck. With the water stealing away Elizabeth’s natural lubrication and still a bit tuckered out from before, their movements were easy, relaxed, and rhythmic; it was more like a make out session with an added bonus. As she rose up on his cock, her breasts just escaped the water before sinking back down below again. She held her hands on his shoulders, pressing herself down against the water’s buoyancy.

In the near distance, they could see someone pull into the apartment building parking lot and get out of their car. They exchanged sly little smiles and kissed, while continuing their gentle afternoon fuck. They continued for a few moments and, before long, a small orgasm swelled inside Elizabeth.

“Oooooh!” she exclaimed, pulsing her muscles along his cock before reaching down to meet his lips with hers. They separated their bodies and Elizabeth drifted onto the seat next to Kyle. She looked over her shoulder to him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Well then,” she simply said. He chuckled in response and gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows and a playful squeeze on her thigh.

“I wonder what time it is?” she asked a little bit later.

“No clue. But I could probably eat soon,” he responded.

“Yeah, me too.”

They made their way out of the hot tub and rushed back in the house to escape the winter air. Seeing that it was just around five o’clock, they decided to hop in the shower, have a snack, and watch a movie before dinner. After the movie, they made dinner together and Elizabeth was impressed, but not surprised, at how helpful Kyle was in the kitchen. They made a good team and got along well outside of the bedroom too. Stuffed from dinner, they rounded out the evening with some board games and then snuggled naked in bed watching a show on Netflix on Elizabeth’s laptop. Mid-way through the show, Elizabeth looked over and saw Kyle had drifted off, so she closed the laptop and curled up next to him and was soon fast asleep herself.

——–

Sometime in the middle of the night, Elizabeth awoke with a tingling between her legs. Kyle was sound asleep, spooning her in his arms. She hated to wake him and she tried to ignore the feeling, but every time she moved her hips and pelvis, the feeling only got stronger. She began to ever so gently rock her hips and ass back towards Kyle, her bare butt cheeks pressing onto him. Each push/pull sent a little pulsation rushing between her legs. As she repeated her motions, she felt his cock stir to life and so she made her movements a little more pronounced. She slowly slid her hand up and down along Kyle’s thigh, then gently grazed his member and felt it bob and bounce around. A deep exhale escaped her body.

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Copyright © January 2022 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author’s Notes

This is a third chapter to “Like Mother, Like Daughter.” There may be references back to the original, so I would recommend having a quick read to know the background.

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“All I ask, Amina, is that you think about it. It’s too early to call it the end. As I said… where there’s a will, there’s a way… I just need to find it. Tell me, Amina. Tell me you’ll at least think about it.”

Peter was always so positive. He got what he wanted, one way or another. This time though, he’d bitten off a little too much. He needed to find out for himself, rather than being dumped over a cup of coffee.

“I’ll think about it, Peter. Believe me though, it’s no easy one.”

Peter laughed.

“That’s me all over,” he responded, “in for a penny, in for a pound, however difficult the challenge may be. Give me some time, I’ll have an answer.”

I smiled back at the young lad. Peter was always the optimist. Deep in my heart though, I suspected this would be the end. He’d shown me another side. He’d rekindled the fires that had died so long ago. He’d made me believe in myself and enjoy life once more. For all of those, I would be eternally thankful.

As Shakespeare once wrote… parting is such sweet sorrow. He had his life ahead of him, and I… I had the most wonderful memories to cherish forever more.

As Peter left the house, I suspected he was leaving my life.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

That had been three weeks ago, and since that last meeting in my kitchen, I hadn’t heard anything from the young Peter. That wasn’t quite true. I’d heard from him, but nothing suggesting that he still held a flame for me. Peter still messaged, but much less often, and most definitely without the explicit edge that he once had.

I hadn’t wanted it, but I had become resigned to it happening. What we had was great while it lasted and left me with memories I would cherish for the rest of my life. Now though, it had become clear that Peter had reached his own conclusion. More so, it had become clear that we had arrived at the same end point.

Good as it might have been, it was just too difficult to keep this relationship going.

I sat there, in the very kitchen where Peter had last taken me to my special place, staring down at a pile of dirty laundry. As I pondered loading the next load into the machine, reality set in. I was back to being Neelam, Neelam Khan… wife of Zeeshan Khan… mother of four children… keeper of the family home.

I wouldn’t go looking for love again. I wouldn’t even welcome it on if love came looking for me. My life may have been mundane, and utterly predictable, but it was safe and secure. Peter was a chapter in a well-read book, one of my favourite books to be precise, but now a finished book ready to be put back on the shelf.

I heard the letter box clang shut. Glancing down at my watch, I commented to myself that he was late today. You could normally set your watch by the time the post arrived, but not today. I didn’t set my watch by it, and I didn’t even get excited by it.

The post was just as dull as my daily life. There’d be the odd official looking letter for Zeeshan, the monthly bills, and then a plethora of junk mail. It was rare, unless it happened to be a birthday, that there was anything more interesting. Reluctantly, I trudged to the front door and picked up the bundle of letters.

“Bill,” I commented to myself, chucking a white envelope on the kitchen table.

“Zeeshan,” went with an A4 sized envelope, stamped on the top with Inland Revenue.

“Junk,” was my final muttering as I tossed a couple of more colourful envelopes to one side.

There were four letters, and absolutely nothing to get excited about. Zeeshan took care of all family affairs, and I… I just took care of the junk mail. When I said took care, I meant to say that I chucked them in the recycling.

Once or twice, if the glossy pictures on the outside appealed, I might have taken a quick look, but always they ended up in the same place. Today’s junk mail was no different. There was one for a local takeaway–can you believe it; they were trying to entice me of all people with their supposedly home-made curries–and another which advertised some adult learning classes. I dropped both into the recycling box without any intention to look inside. It was only as they landed, that I noticed the name on the latter.

I picked the letter back up and stared at the name.

It was addressed to Amina Khan. Nothing was ever addressed Ankara bayan escort to my daughter. If they had a name, some didn’t, then nine times out of ten they said Zeeshan Khan. The others would usually be addressed to myself, and very rarely there would be an odd letter for one of our sons.

I glanced at the envelope itself. It had a university logo on one side, opposite from my address. It wasn’t one I knew well, somewhere in East Anglia, but it did look legitimately academical. Across the bottom of the envelope, in large letters was the legend ‘Never Too Late for Learning.’ I was intrigued. Yes, I knew it was only junk mail, but something about it grabbed my attention.

I ripped open the envelope and pulled out the contents. There was a glossy prospectus highlighting all their adult learning courses, along with a compliment slip, which I found myself reading.

‘Dear Mrs Amina Khan, Thank you for your enquiry. As requested, I have the pleasure of sending you our prospectus of adult learning opportunities. You will find a wide choice of evening or weekend courses, either as remote learning, on campus, or as a hybrid mix of both. Please do not hesitate to contact us if you need further information. We hope you will find something suitable and look forward to meeting you on one of our many courses.’

Yes, there you go… junk mail. I hadn’t requested anything and, if I had, I would hardly be using my daughter’s name, would I? Nobody uses Amina’s name except–I thought for a minute before continuing–me, my daughter, her friends, and…

“Peter!” I shouted, grabbing my phone.

Was this his doing? I was all fingers and thumbs as I bashed away at a message and hit send.

‘Peter, was it yule who red vested a training courtesies brochette to Amina?’

Message sent, and with the prospectus now sitting atop the kitchen table, I went about making coffee. I wasn’t sure what to think. Part of me was confused as to why Peter would have done such a thing, if indeed it was him. Part of me was furious that the lad might have the cheek to even think about doing it, and worst still, doing it without telling me his intentions.

Even the memory of the last time I offered him coffee, right here in this kitchen, and what he offered back in exchange, did little to calm my nerves. It was just as well that I only had twenty minutes to wait before my phone burst into life.

It was a message.

It was from Peter.

‘My beautiful Amina. Missed you every day we’ve been apart. I feel the fury in your typing, so I guess you’ve seen my idea. And yes… I did red vest the brochette, as you so nicely put it. Think about it Amina. It’s the perfect excuse to get away for a weekend. Zeeshan’s not going to refuse you if you tell him you want to broaden your learning, is he? Pick a course. Pick a weekend. When Zeeshan says yes, let me know and I’ll sort out the rest.’

I was still digesting what he had sent, when a second message arrived.

‘Oh, yes, the course is just an excuse to get you up here. I have my own thoughts on what to be teaching you. There’s so much to learn. The only question is what cums first… you or me?’

Peter had some real cheek. When he said he had a plan, I didn’t imagine anything like this. What did I have in mind; a shopping trip, some sightseeing, a lame excuse to meet a previously unheard-of friend? I was never going to get any of these past Zeeshan. Some weekend learning, at a university to boot, was a different proposition.

I found myself leafing through the brochure, occasionally stopping at a page of interest. There were so many options. By the time I’d finished, I could even see myself enjoying several of them.

Peter’s idea might not have been as far-fetched as it first appeared. I should take Peter up on his plan, but maybe I should call his bluff and simply go to college. It would give me another purpose and make him realise there was more to this mother than just being his plaything, albeit being Peter’s plaything wasn’t all that bad. Peter was right that I had a lot to learn, and he had been an exceptionally good teacher so far.

The ball was in my court. All I needed to do was convince Zeeshan.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The chance to work on Zeeshan came at the weekend. The boys were off at an end of summer party, and it was just the two of us at home. I’d made his favourite mutton curry, knowing how much he couldn’t resist it.

Dinner over, we settled down for an evening in front of the box. It was now or never.

“Zeeshan?” I asked.

“What is it, Neelam?”

“You know what you were saying. How… now that the children are getting older… you keep telling me I should find something to do for myself. Something to… how did you put it… broaden my horizons,” I continued.

“Yes,” Zeeshan agreed, before adding, “within reason.”

“Well, I was thinking to go back to college.”

There, I’d done it. I’d dropped the bombshell, and now waited to see if it exploded on me. There was a pause, Escort bayan Ankara a painful silence as I looked Zeeshan in the eyes. Finally, it was Zeeshan who spoke.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “That would be a big commitment.”

I didn’t show it, but inside I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It wasn’t a yes, but most definitely wasn’t a no either.

“Oh no, Zeeshan. I’m not thinking of doing a degree or anything like that,” I clarified, at the same time pulling out the prospectus from where I had hidden it under a cushion. “Look… here, Zeeshan… there are so many options.”

“I see,” responded Zeeshan as he flicked through the brochure. “What did you have in mind?”

I grabbed the prospectus back from him and opened it at the middle.

“Painting,” I announced, excitedly. “Look, Zeeshan, most of it I can do from here with the occasional weekend masterclass. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Painting?” Zeeshan asked.

“Yes, painting,” I replied, before clarifying myself. “Well, not only painting, but I’ve always wanted to give it a go. There’s an introductory session in three weeks’ time. Please say yes, Zeeshan?”

Once more there was silence. I looked him straight in the eyes, trying to be as appealing as possible.

“Well… I guess… okay… if that’s what you want to do… I’m sure painting is within–“

“Thank you, Zeeshan,” I interrupted, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you so much. I know I’m going to love it.”

“Hang on,” Zeeshan commented.

My heart dropped. Had he already changed his mind?

“Where is this place?” he added.

I tried as best I could to keep a pleading look on my face. I was hoping Zeeshan wouldn’t have worried about the finer details, but you never kept anything from my husband.

“Norwich,” I responded sheepishly. “But… it’s only a couple of hours by train and they provide overnight accommodation if you need it. I’ve already asked, as that was my worry too.”

“I see,” came a contemplative response. “Well, in that case, why don’t I come with you?”

“What?” I asked, taken aback by his surprising, yet understandable response. I couldn’t have Zeeshan tag along if my ulterior motive were to get some time with Peter, could I? There again, was there a way to stop him, if he insisted on coming?

“Sure… Norwich is a lovely place, so let’s make it a weekend. We’ve not had one for a long time,” Zeeshan replied.

I was trying as best to think on my feet.

“Don’t you think it’s better I do this one on my own? I’ve no idea what it’ll be like, and we might not get a lot of time together.”

“No worries. We’ll have the evening and can grab a meal,” Zeeshan responded.

“But, what about the boys?” I asked.

“Oh, you said yourself, they’re growing up now. I’m sure they can manage for one night. You know lads… it’ll be takeaway pizza all round.”

I was starting to lose hope. How could I tell Peter? Can you imagine his response when I announced I was coming, but not alone? It really would be the final nail in the coffin for any relationship, however wrong it might be.

“Please, Zeeshan. Let me do this one, get the lie of the land, and then you can come the next time?”

“The next time?” Zeeshan asked.

“Yes… looks like they run these masterclasses every few weeks. If I like it, I’ll try some more,” I explained, before adding, “if it’s okay with you, Zeeshan.”

“I see…” Zeeshan started to reply before interrupting himself. “When did you say the first one was?”

“Twenty-fifth,” I responded. “Three weeks’ time.”

“Twenty-fifth?”

“Yes… Saturday twenty-fifth.”

There was a pause as Zeeshan considered this extra snippet of information. Instead of responding, he picked up his mobile phone and opened his mailbox. I watched as Zeeshan took a quick look at his calendar.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“You could say so. I’ve got a business meeting that day,” Zeeshan responded.

“So, I’d better not go?” I replied.

“No… no… it’s just that you’ll have to go alone, that’s all. I’ll join you next time if you do another.”

“Oh, Zeeshan,” I responded, a smile on my face as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s, “you are the best.”

Once more I took him by surprise, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“That’s enough of that,” he responded. “Now, go get it booked, before I change my mind.”

It summed my husband up. There would have been a time, in the dim distant past, where a peck on the cheek led to so much more. In fact, it was simple kisses like that, which had resulted in three sons and a daughter.

Until recently, I hadn’t even realised how much I missed those days. That was, until I had met Peter. Now… now I had yet another opportunity to rekindle my hidden desires, and this time there was no risk of being caught.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The three weeks passed very quickly and before I knew it, I was already washing my brushes at the end of the masterclass. Peter’s idea had been a revelation. I’d never had such Bayan escort Ankara fun in a long time. I should rephrase that. I’d never had such publicly acceptable fun in a long time. I’d had fun of course, but that had involved a state of undress and a most satisfying happy ever after.

It was difficult to say exactly what made it fun. For sure I enjoyed the painting, but the one thing I did find out was that I didn’t really have an aptitude for the finer arts. Maybe that would come in time, but for now I was more abstract than impressionist. That said, I couldn’t wait for the next masterclass.

Then there was the other side of why I found it so much fun. It was the freedom; to do what I wanted, to be the true me. It may only have been a night, but not having Zeeshan around was like the shackles had been released. I’d already ditched the hijab as soon as I had arrived in Norwich. I had nothing to hide after all, and the only reason for wearing it normally, was to keep Zeeshan happy.

What else had I learned? Oh yes, I’d learned that having fun became infectious. The day had been great and now I was hopefully up for an even better night, and another masterclass, of a different kind.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Peter’s place was on the edge of the town centre. It would be the best part of an hour’s walk and I did have an overnight bag to lug around as well. When I added it all up, that would be hard work, and an hour more that I wouldn’t be with Peter.

Instead of walking, I headed for the bus. I reached the stop moments before the bus was due to leave. It was going to be a twenty-minute ride with just a few minutes’ walk at the other end. It was the weekend, but still the bus was busy.

I climbed on board, paid the fare, and glanced down the gangway. There were a couple of seats at the back. Quickly I walked the length of the bus. As I did, I glanced at the other passengers. They all had one thing in common. They were all much younger than I was; younger and most definitely prettier. I sat down and my mind suddenly turned to Peter. Yes, they were all around Peter’s age. Once more, as the bus pulled away, I was left pondering the same old thought.

‘Why me?’ churned over and over in my mind.

Half an hour later there was something else on my mind as I finally made it onto Castle Street. Peter had given me directions, yet still I’d managed to lose my way through the myriad of city centre streets. By the time I reached his place, I was breathing heavily, partly from my efforts to make up time, and partly from the realisation that I would soon find out the answer to the question I had been pondering all this time.

For a moment I stood outside. I glanced up at the building. Yes, carved in big letters above the door were the words Castle House, so it was the right place. It wasn’t at all what I expected from student digs, but there again, Peter wasn’t what I expected of the average student.

Set in the middle of a shopping street, Castle House was more modern and much larger than I had anticipated. The ground floor suggested new build, but the upper floors had the air of a refurbished warehouse building, with large multi-paned windows giving views right across to the castle itself. Here I was, expecting some rundown terraced house but instead I found myself standing outside the entrance to a plush-looking apartment block.

I took a deep breath.

‘No turning back now,’ I whispered to myself as I opened the door and walked into the lobby.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. Can I help you?” came the voice of a security guard come receptionist sitting at a large desk.

I walked over to where he was sitting.

“Ermm… yes… I’m here to meet Peter…” I started to say.

It was then that I realised it. I didn’t even know his name. I had an idea it was Browning, or Brownlow, or something of that ilk, but I couldn’t be sure. How remiss was it of me? I’d invited the young lad into my life. Well, he’d invited himself into my life, but I’d let him into my house on a couple of most enjoyable occasions. I’d even fucked him twice, but still the young lad was just… Peter.

“Peter?” the guard said.

“Yes…” I responded, “this will sound strange but I’m not sure of his surname. I know it starts with Brown.”

I was a little embarrassed, standing here asking for a lad who was half my age, and not even knowing his name. I found myself looking down, breaking eye contact with the guard. What must he be thinking of me?

“I see,” the man replied. “What about your name then?”

“Khan,” I smiled, “Neelam… sorry I mean Amina… Khan.”

“Let me see. If he’s expecting you, then this Peter of yours should have added your name to the list as a visitor. Is that Neelam, or Amina, or both?”

“Amina… definitely Amina. It’s my middle name you see, but Peter prefers to use it.”

It was a little white lie, but I could hardly say I was using my daughter’s name to cover up my identity, nor that I was here to hopefully have a fun-filled weekend with somebody young enough to be my son. As I stood there watching the guard leaf through his register, my mind was already thinking about the weekend, and the sort of fun I hoped was on the cards. There was one other thing on my mind. How thick were the walls? I wasn’t quite planning to be giving a performance for the whole block to listen in on.

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