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We brought them to mother’s temple in late night or very early morning. Alyssa guided us to some beds for injured people were we put them. The three fall asleep immediately. I followed my sister to a priestess’s room and sat down in one of the chairs. Alyssa took the other one.

“Well,” Alyssa started to speak, “I could not say that tonight’s operation had failed, but it was not as successful as I hoped.”

“We freed the three girls and burnt the fucking slave hunter rapists to ashes. What else did you hope for?” I asked.

“My two students are not among them. So this is only a partial success,” she answered. “I hope that the three can tell us more about other girls or their enslavers.”

“Let’s ask them tomorrow. They need to recover first. Meanwhile I have some other questions for you. May I ask, or better tomorrow?” I asked.

“I need a little time to settle down anyway. Feel free to ask me anything,” Alyssa replied.

“I have one question about my centurion. Why was he in dept by you, so that he sent me as your support?” I asked.

“I can tell you, but you need to keep silent about it. Will you?” she asked.

“I will,” was my answer.

“Your centurion was coming to me with a health problem about a year ago. He had Chlamydia. He probably got it on Mars field from a prostitute. We traced down the infection and cured the soldiers and prostitutes which were infected. So I saved the second legion, but nobody knows it,” Alyssa sighed.

“Maybe it is better that this is not known. It might bring Rome’s enemies on ideas,” I confirmed.

“Do you know what the strange part is? All soldiers are infected by the same prostitute, but she was not infected at all. I could not even trace former infection in her or could find any traces of magical treatment. I am sure because I checked her vaginal discharge,” my sister explained.

“Did it come up again?” I asked.

“Nothing so far. I am taking some cum samples from soldiers every week in a soldier’s tavern. When I offer it to the goddess I can find out if there is an infection in it,” she explained.

“This is a serious problem. Please keep me informed if you can find anything. But I have something else I want to discuss,” I switched the subject.

“Galena, right? I told you that I am angry on her,” my sister said in an annoyed tone.

“Yes, I know. But please Alyssa, I need someone like her. You see what a combination of witch and mage is capable of doing today. Your spell is a real help. Think about the possibilities what o can do for the army and for Rome. This could change the outcome of a battle drastically, doesn’t it?” I begged.

“I have to admit that I am very proud of the results of my spell. Fine, I will do it for you and for our family’s prestige. I am not that highly patriotic, but yes, also a little bit for Rome. But she will be punished with a lot of work she will not like and also she will have to repay me personally.” Alyssa agreed.

“Please make her study harder then she should be able to do. I want her to be trained the hardest way you can do. Please teach her all spells that can be useful. Also your thief abilities have to be learned by her. Make her suffer while studying,” I asked my sister.

“At least this will be fun. I will do it and I will make her understand that it is only to you that she got the opportunity to stay. There are already some ideas in my mind to push her mo her maximum. But not today, I got tired meanwhile. Now is the time for sleeping. Good night my beloved brother,” she said and kissed me on the cheek. “You did well tonight.”

“Good night little sis,” I said and stood up.

After I left the room I was realizing that I was not tired at all. Could this be a side effect of Alyssa’s spell? I decided to use my free time and visit Galena to tell her beşiktaş eskort the good news. Therefore I went straight to her room and knocked.

“Come in,” answered a familiar voice. So I did.

Galena was lying on her bed covered by a blanket. From a look in her eyes I could see that she was not in good mood and did not really sleep this night. Realizing, that I was entering her room, made her mood change completely. She jumped out of bed and ran to me still in her night dress. She came to me and hugged me pressing her beautiful body tight to mine.

“Darius, you returned unharmed. I was so worried. Thank the goddess,” Galena greeted me.

“Hi Galena. There is no need for worrying. I had Alyssa with me and some simple mercenaries cannot stop us both,” I told her.

“Please tell me what happened down in the channels,” she asked me like a curious little child.

So I told her about the questioned mercenary, the fight outside of the hideout, my sister’s magical amplifying spell and the three girls we rescued from the slave hunters.

“Wow, you had a fascinating night. How did you like Alyssa’s spell? Shall I learn it too for you?” she asked.

“This spell was very useful. I could use this spell sometimes for special situations,” I admitted.

“Then let’s start the training. I already know the theoretical basics, but I need to practice,” she said and let her night dress fall to the floor.

The look of her beautiful body was already arousing. Her beautiful shape and small little breasts were matching perfectly. I went down on my knees and started to remove my armor. She came one step closer and put her juicy pussy in front of my face.

“Then it is time for the first of the many additional lessons you will get,” I told her and started to tease her with my tongue.

I thought that she was already juicy in the beginning but the longer I used my tongue on her the more pussy juice was dripping out. My face was already covered in her juice and it was flowing down my chest. Then her body started to shake. I opened my mouth wide when she was going to start the spell. But after some seconds she was going to sink down to her knees without a squirt fountain which I expected.

“Darius, this was so wonderful, but I think I am not such a good squirt woman,” she apologized to me. I could feel that she was disappointed herself.

“Don’t worry Galena. My sister developed the spell her way. Maybe you can change it to the needs of your body. I am sure Alyssa will help you with that,” I told her.

“Oh, will she? This is good news. I was not sure what she would do with me now,” Galena answered.

“Yes, I talked to her. She will put you through hell now and if you do not give up you will become a powerful priestess. You would also be on my side to help me if you are OK with the deal.” I explained.

“Yes, I will be there for you whenever you want. I am going to prove it now. I can see that you liked this kind of practice the same way I do,” she said with a very seductive sound.

I really wanted her now, so I stood up, lifted her and carried her to her bed. Laying her down the bed she opened her legs wide.

“Darius, I have an idea for a new spell. Would you help me with my training?” she asked seductively.

“Always with pleasure. Shall I use my tongue again?” I asked.

“No, tongue is too much Alyssa’s style. Please use your nice dick in my pussy. I will create my own style. Unlike Alyssa I prefer men before women and especially I prefer you. Now please help me to invent new spells,” she begged me.

How to refuse such a request? I had no idea why somebody should refuse such an invitation and I had no intention in doing something else. I put my tip on her clitoris and started to massage her slowly. Only a few moves were needed before her juices were going to flow again. I went a little deeper and entered her slowly. istanbul escortları She moaned while I entered her extremely tight vagina.

“Get deeper inside. I want to feel you completely,” she said.

I fulfilled her request and pushed my penis completely into her tight pussy. The feeling was amazing. I started to move slowly while she started to moan more intensively. Then I pulled my penis back so that only the tip was inside her and pushed it back inside her art once. This was the moment when she started to scream for the first time.

“Yes, keep doing this. This is the spot. I feel so good,” she screamed.

I did it again and hammered her more often before her body started to shake once more. With a loud “Aaahh,” she screamed out an orgasm. I gave her a short pause and fucked her slowly before I increased my speed.

She was very fast back to where she was earlier and screamed, “Yes! Faster! Deeper! Please do not stop!”

I started to fuck her as fast as I could. She enjoyed every moment of it. I could feel that I was going to release myself soon.

“I am going to cum. Where should I put it?” I asked.

“For the spell it is… best if it is directly… in my womb. Please shoot it inside… of me as deep… as possible”, she said stuttering.

I shot my load inside of her while she was on her next orgasm, too. Heavily breathing we sunk into the bed exhausted.

“If the spell works correctly you will now regenerate nearly completely whithin the next hour. But I will be sleeping much longer if everything was correct,” she explained.

As she finished her sentence I was already asleep with her cuddling in my arms.

About an hour later I woke up as Galena explained. She was asleep and to react to me when I got up. It seemed like her second spell was working better. I dressed myself and got back into the main hall of the temple. While eating something for breakfast I was waiting for the Alyssa to wake up. It took a while but later she was awake and we were going to question the three freed women from yesterday.

We got to the room where Alyssa put them. The three were already up and were sitting in the room traumatized. Alyssa gave them some soup and started to talk.

“Here eat some soup my dears it is all over. You can go home if you want,” she said.

The least traumatized woman answered, “Thank you, Lady. Would it be possible to have protection on the way home?”

I simply nodded, but I was sure that the talking should be better done by Alyssa in their condition.

“Yes I will send you home with protection. This can be arranged easily. But I am sure that there are more of these slave hunters in the city. Can you please help us to hunt them down?” my sister asked them in nearly silent voice.

“What do you need?” the woman asked a little frightened.

“We are sure that they have enslaved more women. Do you know where they are kept?” Alyssa asked.

“Sorry, but I have bad news for you. Together with us there were two priestesses who should be sold to a foreign merchant soon. This merchant asked especially for people that are somehow sanctified to what I have heard from the slavers talking,” she answered with a whim.

“Do you have any information about the merchant?” Alyssa asked.

“No, I only heard that the boss of them will meet him on Jupiter’s day on some kind of party for rich people. Sorry but this is all I heard,” she explained.

“Thank you very for this information. We will send a guard with you that will accompany you on your way home,” Alyssa said and sent for one of the temple guards.

The other two were still too traumatized so the priestesses would take care of them for a while.

“Well that’s it. We need to check for foreigners on the Jupiter’s day orgy. The only thing is that I have only access for me so how to get you on this party, too?” I asked.

“Don’t escort fatih worry. Your centurion has to return some favors to me. If he is invited I will go there, too. If he is not invited I will take care that he will get invited,” Alyssa explained.

“Then I will meet you there. But how can we get more information about the person we are looking for?” I asked.

“I will talk to some people that owe me favors. Many of them are involved in organized smugglings and such things. I think I can get some information until then. Prepare yourself. We will meet at the party and we will have to do a lot of work there,” she said.

I left the temple and got back to my garrison. The centurion got a brief report from me, but was a little unsatisfied that the mission was only partially done. I used this day in order to study at the library. If there is work to do on the Jupiter day party I need this “getting sober spell to be learned better as soon as I could. The amount of alcohol and other consumables on such a party is too high in to do research work like we will have to do. So I spend the next two days in order to learn the “Purum Clirum” spell as good as possible.

After the studying it was time to do a test of it. The alchemist Agrippa should have enough booze for me meanwhile and there are more than a day left before Jupiter’s day, so I could perform a test of this spell. Also it would be an opportunity to test the she kept promise and delivered what was agreed. So it was the perfect time to visit the alchemist’s street.

I went directly to Agrippa’s room in the guild house and knocked her door. “Come in,” was the short answer.

“Good afternoon, Lady Pinaria Sura. I wanted to see, how you managed our present’s quality,” I greeted Agrippa.

“Oh, it is you Darius. Yes it is pretty well,” she said in pride, “You will be stunned by it’s quality and it’s wonderful side effect.”

“Side effect? Please tell me more,” I demanded.

“See it yourself,” she said and asked one of her slave women to give me a cup.

“Take care of him after he drank it,” Agrippa ordered the slave.

The woman nodded and gave me a cup. I drank it completely in one shot. The taste was why an alchemist’s work is definitely needed to impress people. You could taste the strong alcohol but without the burning. But also I was getting a little dizzy and my mind was going to dream about Galena and Eugenia. I wanted them to be here right now. I wanted to eat them out and to give them even more pleasure.

The slave in front of me seems to have seen this effect more than once. She removed me clothes below the waistline and pulled out my penis. It was already fully erected due to my thoughts about the two favorite girls I used to fuck. Her fingers were massaging my tip and then she started to move them down deeper along the shaft. I wanted to lift her and to violate her pussy before she opened her mouth and started to tease my tip with her tongue. What a skilled tongue. I lost the complete feeling for time. After a while she started to take my complete penis into her mouth and started moving. I fucked her thought slowly but I felt that I would cum soon.

“I am going to explode,” I told her but she ignored me and continued.

I came directly in her mouth. She gagged for a moment but then I could see her neck moving. She swallowed it all. Agrippa started to laugh.

“It seems like you charmed my slave. She was never swallowing until now and she had more guys which helped at this research,” Agrippa explained to me.

“Please come again,” the woman said kneeled and left the room without any more commends.

“Is this working for women, too?” I asked.

“Yes, of cause. There will be a lot of fun this Jupiter’s day,” she said pridefully.

I need to admit, that this was good. Also the alcohol still had its effect. I was still dizzy so I though this is the time for the spell. I tried to concentrate what was not easy in this state and spoke the magic words, “Purum Clirum.”

After the words left my mouth my head was perfectly clear again. Seems like the spell was worth it’s time for learning. Everything was prepared now. This Jupiter’s day was going to be great.

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Prologue

Gustav Mueller stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back looking out the floor to ceiling observation window in his office. He had been working on this project his entire fifty eight year professional career and that didn’t count the twenty two years it took to bring the asteroid to Lagrange Point 5, the stable gravitational point following the Earth in its orbit around the sun.

He had been an eager young engineer just out of university back then as they mined the thirty eight kilometer diameter asteroid for the materials needed to build a huge generation ship to send humanity to the stars. Despite all their efforts, however, a mere two years after launch, that ship was lost with all hands, a victim of more hazards in the space just beyond the heliosphere than anticipated or the ship could handle.

Naturally, all work came to an immediate halt, with only the barest beginning of a frame of the second ship visible. Countless hours of meetings, discussions, repercussions and finger pointing ensued, with nothing getting done.

Using all of his off hours, Gustav worked on an alternative proposition, one that was totally outside the box of conventional thinking and, at the same time, the solution right in front of all their eyes. It took him a few months but when he made his proposal, he had seemingly every question answered and every detail worked out.

Gustav simply suggested using the asteroid itself as the next vehicle.

With a kilometers thick nickle iron shell, it would withstand almost any conceivable collision hazard, although some defensive measures could easily be built on the outer surface just in case anyway. There was still plenty of unmined materials for the elements the crew couldn’t reclaim and sufficient interior room for a large enough traveling party to establish a viable colony.

The single massive engine planted on one side of the asteroid that brought it to the Lagrange Point couldn’t be reused but the data from its flight provided Gustav all the information needed to propose five much more massive engines that could propel the ship away from Earth.

After more months of countless meetings, discussions, computer simulations, endless arguments and one or two fist fights, his proposal was not only accepted but Gustav was made the Project Manager at the age of thirty one.

Then the real work began.

An army of engineers tended to the task of hollowing out the inner core to a thirty kilometer diameter sphere and then converting the ninety four kilometer circumference inside surface to slightly more than 2,800 square kilometers of livable area to house the crew leaving behind everything and the generations of their descendants who would ride to their final destination two hundred light years distant. A fusion powered artificial sun was suspended at the exact center of the huge cavern by five massive columns, provided light and heat as it shone and dimmed in the same twenty four hour day and night cycle the colonists left behind.

To create gravity in the core and elsewhere on the asteroid, it spun counterclockwise to the direction of travel on its equator, giving the inner surface of the core the equivalent of 0.8 Earth gravity. On the other levels, the artificial gravity gradually increased slightly until the surface was about 1.1g of Earth.

An inner one half kilometer thick shell was the last defense for the core. Massive tunnels, each protected by three ten meter thick blast doors led from the core to the next level, which was another half kilometer wide, with recycling facilities, factories, workshops, offices, hydroponic farms and the all important four redundant flight control centers and four equally redundant server areas for the artificial intelligence, CLARE, that contained a copy of every item of data, updated in real time, on the planet and could process trillions of data transactions per second.

CLARE would manage every aspect of the ship’s operations once underway.

Despite any number of requests for clarifications and countless guesses what the acronym stood for, Gustav never revealed his secret. He named the AI for his long lost first love, the girl in his first year at university who took his virginity as she gave hers to him.

That area was not completely open like the core. Rather every ten kilometers, there was a two hundred meter thick wall, again with two massive blast doors, that were left in place when area was hollowed out. Like the inner core, maglev trains looped on both surfaces at regular intervals to move people, supplies and equipment where needed and back to their homes.

Another kilometer thick shell of the original nickle iron and granite composition protected the work area. It too was penetrated where need by massive tunnels and thick blast doors that led to the engine and tanks level, another half kilometer wide area that contained a series of huge storage spaces. Some were deliberately escort beşiktaş open to the cold of space to maintain the millions of frozen eggs and sperm of animals and seeds of plants that might thrive in their new environment.

In addition, massive tanks stored the fuel and other resources the ship processed from hundred kilometer scoops extending perpendicular to their direction of travel. An elaborate magnetic field both directed the bits of material, some as small as a single atom, between the stars to automatic processing facilities manned for the most part by self replicating robots. In the event an object was too large to deflect, lasers and rail guns would blow then to suitably sized pieces.

* * * * *

“It’s time,” Helena said softly from behind him in the doorway to his office.

Gustav turned and smiled warmly at the the woman in her mid thirties with the same auburn hair and warm inviting smile as her mother, Marie, who had been his personal assistant for the first twenty seven years he was in charge of the project. He and Marie divorced twice and married three times, with innumerable other dalliances for both along the way, until her health failed and she passed away ten years before. Helena was Marie’s daughter by some other man during their second hiatus, yet Gustav cherished her like a daughter. She stepped right in as his right hand immediately after her mother’s passing, taking on both Marie’s professional and most personal duties.

Gustav inhaled deeply before turning away from the view of the asteroid for the final time at rest. He took Helena’s arm in his as they walked to the ceremony, the first firing of the massive engines that would take the ship to the stars.

The ceremony was mostly for the benefit of the press and population staying on Earth. All five engines would fire at once, nudging the ship away from it’s parking spot in space. By design, it would only accelerate at 0.0003 gravities, meaning at first it would barely move.

Yet that level of continual acceleration over the course of the years…all day, every day…would bring it to a top speed of 25% of the speed of light. When it was two light years away from it’s final destination, a star system called WD 1425+540 two hundred light years distant with two potentially hospitable planets in the system’s habitable zone, the entire ship would flip over, decelerating to a stop.

After more than a sufficient number of boring speeches, Gustav pushed the ceremonial start button to thunderous applause, essentially telling the AI CLARE to start the ship’s engines. For him it was his final act as project manager…for the eight thousand men and women of child bearing age, and the two thousand prepubescent boy and girls on board ranging from infants to barely teens, it was really just the beginning.

* * * * *

Year 122

“I got a lottery assignment this morning,” Ben whispered into into her ear as he nuzzled up behind her in the bed and gently tugged both of her stiff nipples.

He meant the pregnancy lottery, whereby CLARE kept the population stable while providing the necessary mix of genes to continue the mission and the crew with hereditary ability to master the necessary skills. The AI matched the couples DNA then provided the medication needed to temporarily override the infertility with which everyone otherwise lived.

“Anybody we know?” Dayl, his companion and sexual partner since they left school four years before, asked squirming back against him until she felt his hard dick split her ass cheeks.

“I don’t,” he replied, his hand snaking down over her belly to slide between her already moist pussy lips, “her name is Bailey, a teacher over in North West.”

“Oh I think I remember her…she was two years ahead of me,” Dayl responded, turning over to face him and at the same time wrap her fingers around his stiffening cock, “I always wondered if she actually was a real blonde.”

“I’ll give you a complete report, even get you a sample, assuming she doesn’t have a smooth bare pussy like you,” he laughed, playfully biting her erect left nipple before licking down her body until his tongue slipped into her already warm and damp pussy slit.

“So what is your schedule for all this,” Dayl asked moaning lowly, threading her hands through his short brown hair and pulling his face against her dripping cunt even harder, her legs quivering with the first hints of a coming orgasm.

“I got my shot this morning, right after they told me. Unless anything changes, I will be there for three days the middle of next week.”

“I envy her…I wish my turn…would come up…in the lottery…sometime…soon,” Dayl stammered between moans.

“Don’t worry, your turn will come,” Ben told her gently giving her a warm hug as their climaxes ebbed away, “and you know there’s practically no chance it will be me in any case.”

“Yeah, I know,” she istanbul escorts said somewhat dejectedly. “Do you mind if Steph and Cal and my Dad and his new girlfriend come over while your away?”

“Not at all, in fact, invite them over tomorrow night and we can celebrate.”

“But you…you won’t be sterile…after your shot,” Dayl murmured mournfully.

“So? You and Steph and what’s her name will still be and Cal and your Dad and I can’t get each other pregnant no matter how many times we fuck each other in the ass the way you girls like to watch so much. Do you think his newest lover likes pussies and different cocks as much as your Dad?”

* * * * *

Three days later, Ben stood outside the door to Bailey’s classroom, having arrived much earlier than he was expected. He opened the door and slipped into the first seat he could find at the back of the classroom, smiling and putting his finger to his lips to signal her to continue her lesson without interruption.

After the last of her ten year old students filed out of the classroom, Bailey walked over to him with her hand extended. He stood and tried to smile warmly, the nervousness they both felt obvious.

“You must be Ben,” she said to him, “I wasn’t expecting to meet you here.”

“Oh I thought if we had a chance to chat a little first in a public place, it might help me be a lot less nervous,” he chuckled, blushing slightly.

“That’s very…um…very thoughtful,” she smiled warmly and motioned him toward the door. “There’s a microbrewery just around the corner that serves a decent pale ale.”

As they walked to the bar, Bailey told him a little about herself and asked him a few questions. He glanced over at her, figuring she was about the same height as Dayl and a little pudgier, with round firm hips and fairly ponderous tits that swayed freely with every step under her light green coverall. Like Dayl, Bailey had a vague remembrance of his companion from school.

“So how do we go about doing this” Ben asked her after they sat at a small table with their drinks, “this is my first lottery and wouldn’t want to do anything that might offend or upset you.”

“It’s my first time too,” she admitted, looking at him shyly but with a wry smile, “but my mother told me the usual process is to take you back to my place. CLARE excused me from teaching for the next three days since my most fertile part of this month started this morning. I guess we just fuck until we can’t for the next three days. So if you’re ready, let’s go get started.”

They walked about half a kilometer to a five story apartment building, much like all the others in the core. Her place was on the second floor so they walked up instead of waiting for the elevators. As he stepped into the apartment, Ben stopped short, seeing an older naked woman rising from a sofa.

“Ben, this is my mother and companion, Leah,” Bailey introduced him, before turning to present him to her mother as she stripped off her own coverall.

Leah stepped closer, appraising him as closely, as he was her, as she approached before shaking his hand. She was a little shorter and skinnier than her daughter, with perky tits the size of lemons sliced in half topped with already hard pea like nipples.

Seeing Bailey remove her jumpsuit, with no bra or panties on underneath, Ben swiftly did the same, his quickly stiffening dick popping out in front of him. Nudity was common in the core except where a work assignment required the standard, color coded coveralls. Almost everyone stayed comfortably naked inside their homes with only a brave few doing so outside even though there was no prohibition against public nudity. Both Leah and Bailey grinned without saying a word and he suspected they might be two of those few.

Bailey asked Ben if there was something he would like to drink then turned and went to their small kitchen to retrieve cold beers for all three of them. Ben admired her full round ass swaying seductively as she walked and the way her pussy slit gaped open slightly beneath her puckered asshole when she bent forward to retrieve the beers from the refrigerator.

He also took the chance to glance around the small apartment, very much like the one he shared with Dayl…including the single bed in the only bedroom without a door. He was supposed to have sex with Bailey for the next three days, as often as they could manage, to insure she was impregnated. No one mentioned another woman…let alone Bailey’s own mother. He had assumed, apparently incorrectly, that if Bailey had a companion, that person would go elsewhere during the three days he was to be there.

Casual sex among the crew was the norm…men and women..women and women…men and men…and quite often threesomes…and every conceivable combination of more. It was not unheard of for public orgies open to all interested to take place in one of the many parks dotting the interior of the core. Except escort kağıthane for those chosen in the pregnancy lottery at any given time, everyone was kept infertile and disease free, a situation the AI took great pains to maintain.

While he had no problem sharing a bed and his cock with two women as he often did with Dayl and her best friend Steph among others, this was a completely different situation. He sat next to Bailey on the couch while Leah got in another chair with her right leg curled under her, casually exposing her smooth hairless pussy and their slightly dangling lips. They chatted amicably for a while, and two more rounds of beer, before Ben felt comfortable enough to broach the subject the three of them were dancing around.

“Do you have some idea how this is supposed to work?” he asked, glancing back and forth from Bailey to her mother.

Both Leah and Bailey giggled and took another drink of their beers before responding, with Leah starting.

“Well, it’s been a while since I was in the lottery and conceived Bailey but…as I recall how this works, you…the guy…get your cock nice and hard and slide it into her…the girl…in that lovely tight warm hole in the gash between her legs,” Leah laughed while idly tweaking her left nipple in two fingers. “Then after a while, you…the guy…shoot your creamy semen into her…the girl…and the little sperms swim around inside her until they find her eggs and make a baby. That hasn’t changed in the past twenty some years has it?”

Bailey was muffling her own laughter with the back of one hand as her mother spoke and fondling her right nipple with the other. Then, she put her hand on Ben’s arm, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t pay her any attention,” Bailey explained to him, “she’s just trying to get you flustered.”

“Oh, I figured the mechanics part out already…you know, the eggs and sperm swimming around stuff…after all I am an engineer,” Ben chuckled, placing a hand on Bailey’s thigh close enough that his little finger brushed across the side of her warm puffy mons and she didn’t pull away, “but I was wondering how you fit into this situation, Leah.”

“I think it might be more correct to think in terms of how you fit into me,” Leah grinned, straightening out her legs and spreading her thighs, giving him an unobstructed look at her smooth gaping pussy. “While you are getting my little girl pregnant, I expect you to also satisfy me as much as you can and play with us both together. After all, we are companions and lovers as well as mother and daughter.”

Ben took a deep swig of his beer and looked back and forth at them both, a bright smile growing on his face. Incest was not taboo on the ship so he didn’t think twice about their ongoing relationship. When Bailey reached over and wrapped her hand around the base of his hardening dick, Leah rose, extended her hand and led them to the bedroom.

It turned out, Leah got really aroused telling them what to do.

She had Bailey lay on her back on the bed with her legs pulled up and spread wide. Then, after giving Ben’s dick a few rough strokes, she guide his cock into her daughter’s waiting pussy with one hand, fingering herself with the other while crudely and explicitly instructing him to pound Bailey’s cunt hard and fast to fill her with his cum.

Ben didn’t hold out long feeling Bailey’s tight cunt canal clenching his cock the first time while watching her mother fingering herself furiously to a sloppy wet orgasm above Bailey’s head. He grunted his first load of cum into Bailey’s cunt after just a few moments and certainly long before she was anywhere near her own initial climax.

Leah groaned her own orgasm hearing and watching Ben fill Bailey’s cunt with his warm creamy cum. When he pulled out, Leah pulled Bailey’s legs even further back over her head and leaned forward to suck her daughter’s protruding clit. Bailey screamed her climax, her first orgasm erupting with a flood of juices squirting on Leah’s face.

When she saw Ben was still hard, Leah motioned him over and had Bailey flip on to her hands and knees. Then Leah again guided his cock into her daughter’s swollen pussy, this time as he mounted her from behind. While Ben was able to continuing pounding Bailey’s pussy repeatedly since he had just cum, she never quite came down from the orgasm her mother first gave her. Bailey moaned and shrieked, cumming over and over as Ben kept filling her and Leah fondled her daughter’s engorged clit and erect nipples.

When he could hold back no longer, Ben’s body tensed, his back arched and he let out a loud grunt as his cum poured deep into Bailey warm sticky cunt canal again. When he finished, he rolled to the side on his back, his deflating cock coated with the residue of his cum and Bailey’s pussy juices. Leah dove down between her daughter’s thighs, licking up the cum leaking out of her pussy slit and sucking Bailey’s clit until she shrieked two more orgasms.

While Ben and Bailey lay breathing raggedly with their hearts racing, Leah idly fondled Ben’s flaccid dick and fingered her own pussy. After she brought herself to another climax, she climbed off the bed and urged them to go in the other room while she made dinner.

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Yes I know, I’m a total slacker. Next three chapters, hope you enjoy them.

Chapter 22

I woke up with a huge smile and stretched, enjoying the feel of the sheets against my naked and sore body. Bonnie and I had still been going at it when Tom got here and joined us. My body was thoroughly sated, the Angel had stamina.

I took a long hot shower and got dressed. I was in such a good mood I decided to tackle meditation again.

Which was stupid, I should have stayed happy for while instead. Instead I focused on all my loved ones dying over and over. Is figuring this out actually worth all this?

By the time I was done the glow was gone and I was convinced that Cat was the devil and witches should be burned at the stake. Well, some of them anyway. Okay, just one, and her name is Cat. It took me a while to convince myself Bonnie was fine, and all those other people dying didn’t really happen. I had been so far under it had felt real. That’s when my pager went off, I smiled despite the seriousness of the situation, it would be a good distraction right now.

Apparently some crazy ass Angel escaped from prison. He had power too. Just great, an arsonist that could generate fire… gas and matches purely optional.

I headed over to the prison. Turns out I was working with a federal marshal who went through my chief. I was still a little out of sorts from the meditation, plus being in a prison, plus working with a federal agent. Feds were assholes. Most of them anyway. Well let’s just say I was a little nervous about things.

Marshall Sara Lindley however, was a short cute blonde. That helped me a bit, she looked more like a cheerleader than a federal agent. Her voice was high pitched, and I could hear her uncertainty.

“I’m agent Lindley, let me take you to his cell. You need something of his right? To… Umm, tune in or something?”

She sounded as uncomfortable as I felt, which perversely made me feel a little better. I nodded and said, “Exactly right, just take me to his cell.”

She said, “There is a slight issue…” Shaking her head she continued, “It’s easier just to show you.”

We walked back to the cell, other inmates shouting suggestions to us. Most women would feel uncomfortable by this, I could see Sara ignoring it, or trying to. Being I was a succubus as well as a witch I felt both uncomfortable and powerful. Actually only a little uncomfortable, after my performance at the theatre this was nothing. Plus, it was a good snack as I skimmed the lust they were sending our way. Sara was quite cute as well so we were getting some attention.

I saw what the issue was right off. The cell walls were charred and nothing but the metal frame of the bed survived the fire. That would be a slight issue, as I needed something of his to track him. Well, he is an arsonist…

I shouldn’t be surprised. Why do these things surprise me then? My inner pessimist was definitely broke. I so should have seen this coming, but then, I was a witch and this would only slow me down.

I embraced my power and sifted through the ashes under the bed frame with my mind. I could not do anything with most of it, fabrics that were not natural were beyond my power. But the sheets and mattress were partially made of cotton, and that I could restore.

He was definitely connected to it, even without DNA when I picked up a piece of the newly constituted cotton I could feel what direction he was in, and a vague idea of distance. He did after all, sleep on it for a long time, that leaves its mark.

I had a direction and he definitely was not in Manhattan anymore.

I turned to Sara and said in a faux horrified voice, “Oh crap, New Jersey…”

I could tell I made her very nervous at that point, the joke fell flat and she was silent for most of the drive. It was bizarre, what self respecting New Yorker doesn’t enjoy a cheap shot at Jersey? We took the GW over and I led her in the right direction.

The atmosphere was tense, and it was not helping me get over my earlier meditation, in fact, it was kind of snow balling the feelings of anger and fear in my mind. I couldn’t help it. By the time we were close I was really on the edge.

Plus, I had a feeling I was about to get in my first real fire fight since gaining that ability. I had some confidence after my training with Tony but I was still nervous about it. There were a lot of flammable things around, for example, wood, houses, the state of New Jersey…

We pulled up in front of the house I could feel he was in, I turned to Sara.

“So… Backup?”

Right when she opened her mouth to answer I heard a man scream from inside the house, along with a surge of power. I also felt horror and fear from three females, two of them children. I cut off my emotion sensing as Sara called it in, external feelings would be a distraction at this point.

We both jumped out of the car and moved toward the house, Sara pulling her gun on the way across the lawn. Neither bayan escort beşiktaş of us wanted to wait for him to burn, or even kill, another member of this family.

When we walked in I saw the Angel holding a fist full of fire. I smelled burnt flesh and I saw a line of fire heading for the children’s mother.

I snapped. The meditation, anger at Cat, Sara treating me like a leper, and this insane asshole running around burning people plus my own insecurities and fears revolving around my power. It all added up to a perfect storm of crazy on my part.

My Witch abilities rose up alongside my demonic ones. Everything came into focus and time slowed, even to the point of stillness in my rage. I raised a fire shield between the Angel and rest of this family. I didn’t bother with one for me, he wouldn’t have time to redirect his attack. I moved forward fast and assaulted him with my fists, my focus and witch’s power so strong he didn’t have time to blink much less block or dodge my attack.

As I pummeled him I guess I blacked out. For a few seconds, subjectively for it all happened in less than a moment, I had no idea what I was doing.

I came to my sense shortly after, still pummeling the Angel’s face. He was knocked out and his breath was raspy, his face puffy and bloody. I gasped and leapt up, regaining control of my senses and power. Sara was still by the door, my shield was still absorbing his last fire strike. I let go of my witch’s power, I had never gone that deep, not even when casting. I was shocked at how quick I had become.

I also felt guilt, and shame. Not because the Angel didn’t deserve an ass kicking, but because I had lost control while handing it out. When my shield fully absorbed the attack I release my fire powers as well.

Behind me Sara said, “Federal agent, you’re safe.”

She looked at him, then at me with shock in her eyes as her brain caught up to what happened. I imagined one minute she saw him attacking, then the very next beat to a pulp. I ignored her as best I could, feeling uncomfortable. I knew she was just nervous about my abilities and power, she had no idea I lost control, and I sure wasn’t going to tell her. I turned over the Angel and cuffed him to suppress his power.

He was still breathing, and I sighed with relief. It had been a long day, and I just wanted to go home. I stayed with the family though, until the police showed up to take over and take away our fugitive. Sara drove us back into the city, it was tense. Almost like we were best friends on the drive out in comparison. I made my way home from the Federal building, not even bothering to bitch about her not giving me a ride to my home. I needed to get a handle on things so that doesn’t happen again, but not tonight.

Tonight it was all I could do to get through my normal routine.

Chapter 23

When I woke up the next morning I felt a little better. I also had a new plan. Meditating on those questions just wasn’t helping. In fact, it seemed to be hurting with little to no benefit at all. So the idea just came to me, next time I meditate it will be on the emotions I felt while meditating on the questions. Just focus on the emotions themselves. This was a familiar tack to me and just felt right.

But not right now. I still felt raw inside from yesterday. I shuddered at the thought I could have easily killed that crazy ass Angel yesterday if I hadn’t come to my senses. No one could have stopped me, as it all happened in a blink of an eye to an outside observer.

I checked my pager, no job today. I made some tea and sipped it as I thought about yesterday. Not the feelings, but what happened. When a Witch casts a spell or holds her power time only seems to slow. What actually happens is the brain speeds up and expands, so does the body. It just seems like time slows. Yesterday it didn’t just slow, it was almost at a standstill.

I was wondering how to accomplish that without snapping and losing my mind. I wasn’t able to recreate it though. It did feel like time was slowing more than it used to for me, but nothing close to what I achieved yesterday. I had a feeling it had something to do with my demon and witch magic rising together, but I couldn’t do it again. If I tried to raise them together and join them, it just fizzled, like I was mixing oil and water.

I felt a portal open and I smiled when I felt whose it was. It was my mother this time. Despite our disagreement on my career path, I was really happy to see her. Plus, she wasn’t on my witches to be burned at the stake list. Just Cat. Have I mentioned yet that Cat should be burned at the stake?

“Hi mom,” I said as I moved in to give her a hug.

She hugged me back and smiled. “I hear you were dancing the other day?” She raised her eyebrow.

It was a little embarrassing since she had been telling me to do it for years. I was glad I was over that fear, on the other hand that meant mom was right… again.

I eskort istanbul replied, “Tony told you?”

When she nodded I said, “Would you believe that pervert wants us to do a set together, since we look like twins minus the height difference? At least after I increase my breast size that is.”

My mother gave me a mischievous grin that seemed to translate to a positive, as if she thought it a good idea as well. I refused to believe it however to maintain my tenuous hold on sanity.

Sandy said, “I’ve been keeping an eye on you, and despite my advice to the contrary I know you are considering saying yes when they come to you. For the greater good.”

Sandy snorts at the idea and pulls out a small Ziploc bag that had a hair in it.

She handed it over and said cautioning me, “Before you decide one way or the other, you need to take that hair and take a long look. I hoped my word would be enough, but if you do decide to help, you should go into it with your eyes open. We do have our reasons dear, can you imagine Aunt Jezebel or I not helping? It’s what we do, there is more to this situation then you know. It is a damned if you do, damned if you don’t kind of thing.

“To be honest, I am not sure which way is worse. I just worry for you. Now tell me about this Tom and Bonnie.”

I could tell she was excited for me and we moved over to the couch and sat and talked about my lovers and relationships in general. We avoided all the topics we usually argued about and I really enjoyed the time spent with my mother for the first time in a long while. I was actually sorry to see her leave a few hours later.

After she left I still didn’t want to meditate and I still was off balance from yesterday. I decided I should go dance to clear my head and relax. Bonnie and Tom wouldn’t be here until late and I was tired of sitting around. I got dressed and made it out the door when it hit me.

Go dancing to clear my mind?

When did the thing I had feared become a source of strength and comfort? When I considered my inner succubus I smiled. There was respect, I knew I had to retain control or I could cause damage to people and their relationships. But there was no fear or hate in my heart.

I got in a couple of sets, and I was horny as hell. But as I walked home I had no fear that I would be unable to refuse an advance. The idea of my inner succubus forcing me to fuck a complete stranger seemed absurd to me. A complete departure of how I would have felt less than a month ago.

Of course, I knew a part of that was I had lovers at home; there was no desperation in it. I suppose the real test would come if I was ever alone again.

I was in no hurry to find out however, and hoped I never would.

When I got up the stairs and into the apartment, Tom was home, sitting on the couch in boxers and a skin tight t-shirt. I didn’t even say hello, I just dropped to my knees and fished his cock out. I looked up in his eyes as I took him in my mouth. He looked down at me in shock for a moment, just a moment. Then he fell into his favorite role play.

Tom demanded, “That’s right slut, suck me.”

My body shivered and if possible my center got even wetter than it already was. The words were part of it, but I could feel his lust surge as he looked down at me. And maybe even more important I could feel the depth of his love that lived behind the harsh demeaning words.

It made playing his submissive little slut strangely intimate and fulfilling. It was also cathartic, there were no doubts here, no fear or anger, no confusion. Just pleasure, life, and joy.

I moaned in approval as he grew in my mouth, filling it. I heard him grunt in pleasure as my throat vibrated against the tip, as he grew to full length I relaxed the right muscles and his cock popped into my throat as if it belonged there. I hummed, massaging his tip with my throat as I massaged his length and balls with my tongue. My eyes never broke away from his for a moment.

They were telling him I was where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be. Where I loved to be.

He didn’t last long as I milked his cock with my throat, lips, and tongue, never moving my head away, nose buried in his flesh.

Tom gasped, “That’s it baby, suck it out, here it comes!”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my face harder against him as he arched his back and pushed up. I started swallowing as he emptied into my throat. His orgasmic pleasure hitting me, the taste of him filling my throat, and the rush of energy all together overwhelmingly pushed me over. My scream of bliss was gagged by his manhood as my body shook in blessed release.

He released me, but I still did not move, I milked him softly with my tongue and throat until I had all he could give. I almost lovingly cleaned him with my tongue then smiled in deep satisfaction. If only everything in my life could be so perfect…

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He pulled me up onto his lap and we talked for a bit. He teased my body with his fingertips for a while as he recovered. I could have helped with that, but I was enjoying our intimacy too much to rush things along. The building anticipation didn’t hurt either. I knew he would take me when he was ready to go again…

Chapter 24

The house was quiet, and I knew I was running out of time to decide. If my mother’s information was correct they would be coming to me for help soon. It had been a week now since my jail time, I couldn’t put it off any longer so I got out the hair my mother gave me.

What I found was a disturbing hatred toward the other races. If I helped or not, succeeded or not, the situation would be twisted and used against us. And by us I mean all Angels, Demons and Witches. Even more disturbing is the hair belonged to the president. He was a bigot, and a dangerous one.

The bastards long range plans were clear, kill us, or run us out of the country. I would like to say he was insane, but other than an irrational hatred and prejudice against non-humans, his mind seemed rather normal.

I believe they want me to stay out of it. If I say no, and the president lives, they would then play it off that we didn’t help at all. If I chose to help, they would twist the facts anyway, make it look like our fault. Too little, too late.

I could say no, hoping he would die, then move in and save his replacement. Assuming of course that I could, my inner pessimist stood up and told me I might die in the fight, then I wouldn’t have to worry about it at all. I had a feeling this is the route Jezebel and Sandy want to take. Really, it’s almost our only chance; the vice-president is not one of them. The president’s thoughts made that clear.

But… What a gamble that would be. It would also make it easier for him to move against us, if he prevailed. Granted, Demons are tough, but the US military isn’t anything to sneeze at either. So far things have been kept to a minimum on the arms used in the conflict in DC. I could tell it was part fear of the Demons escalating with greater technology, and partly not wanting to blow up his city.

I still wasn’t sure what to do as I weighed the decision back and forth. Helping seemed to minimize the risk, but wouldn’t really help either. Not helping seemed an all or nothing gamble, I didn’t think that a good idea.

My mind was going in circles so I put away the president’s hair, idly wondering how the hell my mom got a hold of it. I could focus on something else for a while. I had put off meditating enough. After grabbing lunch I looked within.

I examined my emotions and as expected I found fear and anger. It seemed an endless cycle of it, sometimes I wondered if I should even be? I don’t mean in a suicidal way, I mean philosophically.

What did it mean exactly that my magic couldn’t find a balance on its own? Was being a demon witch truly so unnatural? Growling at my pity party I started over, clearing my mind of everything except the emotions I felt while imagining their deaths.

Again, the fear and anger were clear, but, deeper there was more. Another emotion twined between the anger and fear.

Guilt. Shame. Why guilt though, that made no sense to me at all. After spending some time on it I realized it was tied up with the rest of the fear interfering with my magic, bringing my core out of balance. Confused, I considered why all those people dying, why would I feel guilt and shame, how could it be my fault?

Then it hit me, the painfully obvious answer. I felt shame because if I wasn’t such a freak, I could use my powers correctly, and save every single one of them in those situations. None of them had to die, if I could open a portal to get across town, or control gravity to catch those that were falling.

So what did that mean? The last of my fear was actually a fear of my powers? What they could do? Was I afraid I would abuse them? Of what I could become? I thought I was a good person, mostly. Was I worried that would change if I could use all my power?

How the hell can I fix that? Perhaps be more afraid of the lives I can’t save without them, of the deaths that happen that I cannot prevent? Was that why Cat made me meditate on them? To make me fear the possibility so much it freed my power? I needed to let this sit in my mind for a while, I didn’t know where to go from here. It was all just too much.

Then I did what all women do when times got tough and no answers were in sight.

I went shopping, and I did it with mom’s credit card. I might have gone a bit overboard. I picked up some clothes that I could work in, but I also decided to expand my selection of trashy clothes. I was now enjoying the dancing, which still floored me at times, and I needed more than one outfit. I knew I had plenty of tight jeans and comfortable shirts, but I couldn’t help myself and got some of those as well.

By the time I was finished I was actually feeling better. I was walking down the street, hands full with the bags when I heard, “That’s her I tell you, the succubus from the movie theatre! I know her tits are smaller but they can do that, look at her face!”

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1st of Senin, 13 AVE.

Shai Domain, Between Nelzarshi and Zerdril.

“Are you certain you can make the climb?”

The voice came from behind Salik as he peered up at the towering cliffside from the swaying boat. The dark ocean waves glimmered with the orange of the setting sun as they lapped at the steep rock face.

Turning around, his only response came as a firm nod, red eyes peering at his Dril assistant. Seated, she wore all black, her dark hair tied into two knots on either side of her head. Trained to assist him in his tasks, she finished polishing his swords before presenting them. “Better hurry before the sun sets then.”

Salik silently sheathed his blades, aware of the danger before him. No light would be permitted to assist his climb.

She stood to help strap a large pack to his back. “There are enough supplies to last you a full month. Afterwards, you’ll have to improvise.”

“Thank you, Ynisa,” he replied quietly before returning his gaze upward. High above the waves, resting upon the frozen edge of the cliff sat The Palace of Palidri. The task ahead was simple. Up the cliff, up the palace walls, and into Representative Sinshi’s luxurious little jewel overlooking a village near Nelzarshi. Then he’d wait, documenting whatever he could observe from the shadows.

“Remember, I’ll wait for you within the village,” Ynisa stated before making a clicking sound with her mouth. The call summoned an Idrae from where it circled above them, the winged creature swooping down to land gracefully upon her outstretched forearm. “Leave your reports atop the highest tower, and Talik here shall leave mine for you.”

The faintest hint of a smile was hidden behind Salik’s intimidating mask. The plan was clear, yet she dotted over every detail. Still, he nodded once more, peering at the eyeless creature with disapproval. With a long beak and fur the color of snow, she treated the winged blood drinker like a pet rather than a tool. “It’s time.”

She brought the boat closer to the rocks, allowing him to reach out and cling to the steep cliff. She bowed her head in respect before pushing off the rock surface with her leg. “May you find safety in your assignment,” she said formally before grinning. “It’d be a shame to see you dead.”

He didn’t respond, focused solely upon the coming climb. Slowly, he began his ascent, seeking places to grab. Up and up, he pulled himself, never looking down as the icy wind steadily grew worse.

The sun caressed the horizon as he steadily proceeded, climbing with silent determination. Free of the boat, his thoughts no longer fell back to The Potentate, having been reluctant to leave Varse’s side. He wasn’t unguarded, of course, for the older Dril had taken refuge within the circular training hall of Salik’s childhood. Vesh and his apprentices would protect their leader with their lives, yet he couldn’t help but feel unwary at being so far from the man he had sworn his blade to.

Such a separation was necessary. Since the assassination attempt, Varse had effectively slowed the government to a standstill. No longer did he attend Council meetings, their votes unenforceable without his presence. Many Representatives had returned to their private dwellings as they waited for the situation to stabilize.

For months Salik had guarded The Potentate personally, standing at his side as he conducted his secret investigations. Varse was no fool. It’d be impossible to move against Sinshi without sufficient evidence.

Salik grunted as a burst of wind nearly caused him to lose his grip, the icy air pulling at his outfit. He glared as it passed.

The sky turned darker and darker before rock turned to grey brick as he arrived at the palace’s foundations. He reached up to grip the edge of a long balcony outlining the wall, peaking over. Though clearly none expected an intruder to come from the steep cliff, he watched as an Arkos guard strolled through the open archways leading inside. The guard peered around lazily before walking away.

Salik memorized the guard’s pattern, knowing how simple it’d be to pull him over the edge. It wouldn’t do to inspire questions about a missing man, however, and he was forced to wait until the guard passed once more before hauling himself over the ledge.

Varse had escort bayan beşiktaş studied every record regarding the palace’s construction, allowing Salik to know that the dining hall sat just through the balcony’s arches. He could sneak though, of course, yet there was a better way.

Using the balcony’s railing to reach up to a windowsill, he continued his climb. Up one floor, then another, and a third before reaching the rooftops. A window extending from the sloped roof allowed him to climb up, balancing upon the narrow beam running along the peak of the steeply slanted rooftop.

Peering down, he saw the layout of the small palace as the sun set. A courtyard enclosed the main entrance and three square towers rose from the central structure. Salik marveled at the luxury of it all, never experiencing anything more than the cramped quarters of the training hall. Still, his mind fell to his task, seeing the numerous guards patrolling the courtyard. The realization that virtually none were of the Dril species struck him as odd, for he saw only Arkos, wingless Lanthian males, and even an occasional Tazik. He squinted with suspicion. What Dril felt safer guarded by outsiders than his own people?

He moved along the rooftop. In his studies, Varse had found mention of an access hatch installed by Palidri’s previous owner to ease future repairs. Salik found its supposed location, reaching down to slide his fingers beneath the roof tiles. As promised, he felt the movement of a hatch, requiring him to insert one of his blades. His muscles lightly ached from the long climb as he pulled, using leverage to snap open the lock.

The sun dipped below the horizon just as he pulled it open, allowing him to look out with curiosity. Having never seen the ocean before today, he was awed at just how dark the night was. The cliff below the palace fell away into an abyss of absolute darkness, the distant sounds of waves offering the only hint of what lay below.

He lowered himself into the hatch before resealing it, moving silently. No matter how long he must wait, no matter what he’d be required to do, he’d complete his task.

3rd of Senin, 13 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Gadrin.

“Magnificent, isn’t he?” Dominax’s powerful voice echoed in Clin’s ear as they stood upon the beach. “Such a curious specimen, yet I’m certain he’ll be a valuable asset.”

The subject of their study, standing mere feet away and flanked by two guards, Kunir scowled at being spoken about as though he were an object. The chain of his cuffs rattled as he adjusted the cloak hanging from his shoulders. A gift from the Vaid princess that was supposedly his sister, it acted to conceal much of his bare body to his relief, his injuries nearly healed. Now this God Emperor, his father, stood before him like an amused God of judgment.

“There’s a fire in him, my friend. I sense it. I suspect he despises me, yet all beings may have their use if properly molded.” Dominax smirked. “Use that fire to your advantage.”

Clin studied the young man wearily, hearing the legion soldiers as they trained along the beach. Cendra would be nearby with Irith, he knew, no doubt utilizing her newly granted command to drill them to her own standards. “He holds your abilities, then?”

“So Drivis claims,” The God Emperor replied. “We’ll see the truth of it soon enough.”

Kunir’s scowl deepened at the mention of his captor. He had hardly seen the man during their long journey, delayed by the invasion. He cared little that he was thought of as ‘precious cargo’, his capture unable to be risked until a foothold in Harin had been forged. After all, what made him so special?

“I shall grant you time to assess him for yourself. Should you judge him fit for your plans, very well. If not, so be it, for I’ll find other uses for him.” Dominax eyed Kunir a final time before turning to depart, seeking to observe Cendra’s progress.

Alone aside from the guards, Clin sighed before approaching the prisoner. They offered warnings as he stepped within arm’s length, yet he dismissed them with a wave. “He won’t harm me. If he does, damn my naivety,” Clin chuckled lightheartedly before shifting his attention to the bound man. “The name Kunir has been passed along. Is that what you call yourself?”

Kunir nodded coldly.

“Then it’s a pleasure to meet you, Kunir. You may call me Clin. Preferably Lord, as it seems to assure my men.” He bowed his head in greeting. “I’ll command them to unlock you, though only after I know what kind of man I’m facing.”

“A Lord? No surprise.” Kunir scowled. “You nobles love toying with your ‘subjects’.”

“Noble?” Clin was about to refute the point before realizing he no longer could. It was an odd realization, and he tucked it aside as he stroked his blond beard. “You despise us, then?”

Kunir shrugged. “When you interfere. Leave me alone to live my way, and I won’t spare you another istanbul escort thought. Of course, I’m not stupid enough to believe that’ll happen now.” He jingled his cuffs.

Clin shook his head. “No, I suppose not. You’ve found The God Emperor’s eye, and few ever escape.”

“What’s his curiosity with me? I revealed my powers, though I doubt I’ll be able to again. Desperation is a damned thing.”

“He considers you the first of many, an example of what others may become should they share his blood. Already we’ve begun to search for the first groups of children he sired long ago.” Clin sighed. “I shall speak plainly, Kunir. He’s granted your services to me, as I seek to form a new Order. Should I see what I must see within you, I shall train you. If not, I shall do what I can to convince him to free you. Others will be along shortly to replace you, and I won’t force any man to grant me his sword against his will.”

Kunir’s sandy hair was caught by the breeze, messy from his imprisonment. “Serve the royals? Should I cast aside my self-respect now, or after you’ve decorated me in your fine white armor like these fools?” He nodded to the guards at his side, receiving glares. “I’m not your pawn.”

“The royals?” Clin shook his head. “That is but a small part of my intentions. A royal guard shall be created, yet what of the citizens? Who shall be their protectors? I seek to form an Order willing to serve the people, Kunir.”

“Do you now?” He tilted his head with skepticism.

Clin nodded firmly. “We hold a responsibility to our citizens, and I’d see us fulfill it.”

“What do you know of the people under your thumb? Are they always brought to you in chains?”

“I know less about them than I used to.” Clin nodded somberly. “It’s my hope that we’ll recruit men and women that shall better understand the needs of our people, for they’ll have lived amongst them these past years.”

There was something in the blond man’s voice that caused Kunir to peer at him, pausing. “Don’t tell me you’re genuine.”

“This shall be my purpose, Kunir. A good deed that shall lead to countless others. The God Emperor praises my victories in battle, yet who do they serve but ourselves? Perhaps the people shall benefit from peace in time, though I must be certain.” Clin ignored the concerned glances of the guards. “I seek only to do what I can for them, and good men to join me. Are you one of these good men?”

The young man’s face hardened, disturbed by the genuine firmness in Clin’s gaze. Had he been wrong about the royals? Almost certainly not, yet what of this single noble? “I’ve never been particularly good, nor a man until recently. Dunith’s heir told you about my crimes, did he? An orphaned scum of the streets?”

“He did. Still, I’ve seen stranger things occur. If a simple hunter may rise to become advisor of The God Emperor himself, I see no reason a thief cannot find honor,” Clin explained with a humble smile. “Surely past deeds may be redeemed by the actions you take now.”

Kunir’s posture eased, remembering Vixin’s words. Was there truly an alternative to his way of life? “Perhaps. Though you must admit, this is a poor way to begin.” He jingled his cuffs once more.

Clin assessed the young man closely before gesturing to the guard at his right. Though dumbstruck, she obeyed without complaint as she unlocked the prisoner. “I cannot allow you to walk about freely without the company of guards quite so soon. Yet prove I’m not foolish to place my faith in you, and we may create something worth defending.” Clin placed his hand upon Kunir’s shoulder. “I shall wait in this very spot at daybreak tomorrow. If you join me here, I shall train you. If not, I’ll be forced to look elsewhere.”

Considering his options, Kunir’s scowl melted away. “Perhaps I’ll attend, old man. Perhaps not. We shall see.”

***

Dominax watched as Irith altered the map, moving carved pieces meant to represent their forces. Inside the command tent, they had taken the table from Spirexia’s stronghold, its large surface carved into the shape of Harin.

“King Foin’s forces have made impressive progress in the west,” she said as she switched several pieces, replacing Harin blue for Vaid white.

“The eunuch has his uses.” Dominax nodded with satisfaction. Alone with his mate, he caressed her rump as she leaned over, her gorgeous body concealed only by a thin shroud.

She bit her lip at his touch, feeling his hand explore her through the nearly translucent fabric. “Of course, though it seems his heir has been…busy. He commanded the siege of Viorin, my love.”

“So I’ve heard. The boy has potential, though time will tell if he proves more capable than his father.”

“Foin, or you?” Irith teased, kissing him. “Prince Fonax has much of you in him. Too much, I think. So eager to conquer, yet I worry for his safety.”

Dominax smirked. “Do you truly?”

Irith’s expression hardened. taksim bayan escort “Of course. I love all of your children, Dominax. Even the thief you dragged here in chains. The boy is a criminal, though remember he carries your blood. You hold a responsibility for his fate.”

He eyed her with amusement in response. “The boy will have his purpose. Now, the east?”

Returning swiftly to the business at hand, she began to alter the pieces on the right section of the map. “Our two Queen Regents have made slower progress. We’ve received reports today regarding the ongoing siege of Wic. This new king…this second Siril, has trained his men well.”

“So we’ve seen.” Dominax allowed displeasure to cross his features. “What of our own legion? Has Cendra accepted your assistance?”

“She’s taken to her new position eagerly, though she…” Irith sighed. “My love, your daughter can be annoyingly stubborn. She dismisses my help outright, insisting she trains the legion her way. I think…she despises me.”

Hearing the genuine pain in her voice, he pulled her closer to peer into her blue eyes. “She’s a difficult one, though give her time. She’ll learn to accept you as a mother.”

“And if she doesn’t?” The words seemed to wound her. “I…why did she have to overhear us with Vixin in our bed? The rift between them has caused enough damage to our family.”

“Yet Vixin remains far from here, my love. You possess access to Cendra without her presence interfering. Use it to your advantage.”

After a moment Irith nodded. After all, she had promised to be a mother to her, and she was determined to fulfill her vow. “I suppose…we should discuss the future, then. If you seek to give Cendra more power, it may be wise to allow her to lead her own battles.”

“And risk the life of my firstborn?” He nearly glared. “She isn’t nearly ready for such a thing. Not yet.”

Placing her hand calmly upon his forearm, her smooth accent came gently. “Perhaps, yet you’ve granted her a new purpose. She needs to explore her capabilities for herself. After all, you can’t expect her to lead the legion if she remains under your grip.”

“She remains untested,” he replied firmly. “Yet a day shall arise when such a thing may be permitted.”

“As you wish, my love,” she said as she turned back to the table. “Until then, the city of Talin remains our next target. Then Wirmri, Littlexia, and Nighri.”

Dominax watched her pointed finger move upriver as she listed the cities. “Indeed.”

Irith looked over the map with a frown. “I must say…it’s an odd feeling to discuss such things. Enil and I used to visit Wirmri often when we sailed for battle.”

“Then you feel guilty?”

“Guilty? No.” She shook her head. “Well, perhaps a little. This was inevitable, I knew. I understand why my former homeland must fall, and the peace they shall one day experience because of our actions. It’s just an…odd sensation to know we shall be fighting the very people my brother and I served.”

Dominax ran his hand over her back, nearly making her shiver. “You served them with your blade, my love. I shall build a world where that is no longer necessary.”

“Of course,” she replied, half in thought. “And I shall be at your side as you do. It’s simply been too long since I’ve returned to these lands, and it’s evoked…thoughts I’d never have concerned myself with before.”

“Such as?” He eyed her with curiosity.

Irith bit her lip in clear reluctance before speaking. “Do you remember the woman you spent last night with? The brunette?” A deep blush came to her cheeks. “What was her name?”

Dominax waved her question aside. “I saw no reason to ask. She was but a warm body, nothing more.”

Irith nodded, touching her finger to her lips in thought. “Of course, my love. I should not have asked.”

“Nor have you before.” He studied her closely. “Do I sense…jealousy?”

Her blush deepened, shrugging. “I’ve never concerned myself with who you take to bed, only feeling pride at knowing other women are able to witness the greatness of my mate for themselves. Yet being here, knowing you’ve bred other northern women…”

“Ah, yet you’re my northern flower, Irith. None shall stand between us.”

She nodded. “I know, my love, yet the people of this city are of my lands. We share a language, an ancient history. To know you spend your time enjoying their loins rather than mine is…” She concealed a faint grin with her hand. “It’s a feeling I merely find curious.”

“Oh?” he asked, sensing a trickle of arousal from her. “Curious how?”

“We’ve shared much together, Dominax. I know your proclivity towards your own kin, and you know mine. If I reveal that this new jealousy isn’t entirely…unwanted…” She offered a teasing smile. “…I know you won’t place judgement upon me.”

Dominax chuckled before kissing her, placing his hands upon her waist. “Your every secret is mine, Irith, without aversion. Yet tell me, how is it to know I’ve sampled the women of your former homeland? To know several now carry my children in their bellies?”

A burst of jealous arousal was clear for him to sense as she blushed deeper, pressing herself close. “It’s a new sensation…though why don’t you find out for yourself?”

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The phone jangled unceremoniously as dawn’s glow enveloped the flickering remains of the star studded heavens. It was Uncle Harvey, and he needed someone to watch over his remote acreage while he was in the hospital. Harvey was older than history, refusing to succumb to the trials of life and the advancements of modern technology, spending the greater part of his day wandering through his heavily wooded property to feed a flock of chickens and a few head of cattle that free ranged there. His “home” was an old Airstream with tarps thrown over the top and a small pump house nearby where he stored his feed and tools. I always had a soft spot for Harvey, his tenacity commanded respect, and his soft seldom spoken words were soothing to even those who refused to hear. With a few essentials hurriedly thrown into a handbag, I was soon on the three hour drive into the hills and Harvey.

Weak yet determined, Harvey left shortly after giving me few instructions and his heartfelt thanks. The sudden silence was deafening, and claustrophobia set in immediately. I soon realized my dependence on electronic media, and flipped on the small portable radio. After toying with the tuner for several long minutes I realized the listening venue was extremely limited. It would be a long stay. Just forced into retirement, I was on a job search that had thus far proven fruitless. My pension would barely cover my existence with vacations and luxuries reserved for my dreams and memories. My “lifetime” companion had parted ways several years earlier to pursue her life as a professional gold digger and my only kid had moved across country in pursuit of vague promises of fame. Basically alone, I had adapted – content with a simple life, yet longing to fulfill dreams I had long ago repressed.

My musings were suddenly shattered by an increasing high pitched whine followed by a resounding impact that violently shook the trailer, sending dishes and other paraphernalia flying. I jumped out of the trailer to see a few localized fires in the treetops and a large mound of dirt. A small shiny cylinder, that wasn’t part of the natural topography rose a few feet above and beyond the dirt pile. Unlawful reentry, I mused, and briefly considered the debate over immigration laws; wondering if extra terrestrials might be included. With no phone, and barely enough gas in the car to get me back to civilization, I was on my own. Briefly, I considered the option of returning to the pseudo security of the trailer and await the arrival of the MIB’s; but curiosity and the opportunity to cash in on alien souvenirs outweighed caution.

The pile of dirt was warm, obscuring most of the seamless cylinder. It glowed with a faint blue light every couple of seconds that made my hair stand on end and made the air tremble with a vibration that I couldn’t hear, but definitely felt. Hesitating, I slowly walked up to the craft and touched its surface. The temperature of the craft was cooler than I anticipated. The fires it set on its approach were dying into embers, and there was no other sound – the forest was deathly quiet. I began to scoop handfuls of dirt away from the hull, searching for identifying marks but there were none. After several minutes of dirt displacement, my quest for answers and souvenirs remained as it had when I began. I stood somewhat breathlessly, resigned to assisting the MIB’s when they arrived when a small globe, slowing swirling with blue pastel shades appeared beside me out of seemingly nowhere.

I slowly turned to confront my floating blue companion, quite aware that it was violating several laws of nature, and smiled. The colors began to lose their distinction and I heard a delicate feminine voice mutter a single, yet crystal clear petition for help. Don’t ask me how I could understand; I reckon I’ll never know. Yet, the request was clear, explicit, and urgent. I was compelled to comply, and opened my arms with my palms up in the universal gesture (I hoped) of ‘how?’ Again, I instantly understood its request for energy. Energy is a pretty nebulous term when one considers its properties, but as the sphere continued to lose color and sink slowly to the ground, the urgency became obvious.

I raced back to the trailer, looked around and found some old 2-line wire under the couch seat. Back outside, the only outlet was on the porch light, which I quickly dismantled and crammed the wires crudely into the socket. Unrolling the line gingerly, I worked my way to the cylinder and, after separating the two wires, tucked one line into the dirt touching one side of the cylinder and tucked the other onto the opposing side. I should point out the cylinder was only a foot or so in diameter, so the evolution only took a few seconds. Once the lines were secured, I raced back to the trailer and flipped the porch light on. A puff of smoke erupted from the light socket and the small light over the range dimmed considerably, but the cylinder glowed softly with the crude electrical transfusion. I ran back outside and retrieved the fallen orb from the bed of dried pine needles where beşiktaş escort bayan it lay. Cradling it gently, I raced back into the trailer and placed it into a small decorative basket sitting by the window. Placing the basket next to the small stove light, I began to search for some more line. A small pop made me wheel around abruptly. In its quest for energy, the small sphere apparently popped the light bulb and was drawing a fine blue green line of current from the empty socket.

Content with the apparent energy crises averted, I hustled outside to the back shed and found an old rusty spade. After an hour of almost constant shoveling, the cylinder was completely covered with dirt and fallen branches. I finished just as I heard the MIB’s drive up. Denying any knowledge of spaceships, aliens or conspiracy theories, they soon climbed back into their black SUV and continued down the road. If they would have paused to check my power meter spinning at a bizzilion rpm, they may well have remained. After a light lunch and warm beer, I set out on the chores that Uncle Harvey had outlined. The chickens were hidden under an old decaying log and the cows were huddled against the back fence. I voiced my disapproval and gently herded the critters back to their feed bins. They joined me grudgingly, and soon were happily pecking and chomping their way to happiness. I wandered around the property and soon experienced the peace that could only be found in the unspoiled beauty of nature. One of the young calves stopped feeding and came over to nuzzle my hand. For the first time in many years, I felt content.

Suddenly the stillness was shattered, the birds took wing in disarray, the cows bolted, and I looked up long enough to catch a brief glimpse of a silver sliver streaking through the trees towards the heavens. So much for souvenirs! With my tranquility shattered, I gathered my remaining thoughts and slowly made my way through the thick fern undergrowth towards the trailer. I couldn’t help but wonder about the world my power hungry guests had come from. Then again, I rationalized; I didn’t really need to know. There was an hour worth of work to restore the trailer waiting for me before dusk settled in and the day had provided more than enough excitement.

After examining the outside light fixture carefully, it became apparent that the socket was fused beyond repair. Stomping my feet to clean off the excess pine needles, I stepped into the trailer and there, on the heavily soiled couch lay the most beautiful female form I had ever laid my eyes on. I gasped and stepped backwards, missing the step and falling ass over teakettle into a growth of ferns. Staggering to my feet and shaking my head to dislodge the beautiful feminine image that surely must have originated in the twilight zone, I re-entered the trailer. She was still there – with beautiful doe-like brown eyes, long silky brown hair and legs that went on forever. No denying it, I was stunned and staggered backwards till the wall met my butt.

“Do you not like me?” Her frail high pitched voice barely registered on my traumatized brain. “I can be what you desire. . .” she offered as she morphed into a glorious African goddess with large full breasts and well toned thighs. A few moments later, it morphed into a frail oriental beauty with delicious mysterious eyes and small cupcake breasts, and then an Indian princess with thick black hair that reached her butt and dark piercing eyes that seem to hold the secrets of life itself.

“Hold on there,” I blurted, still reeling from the shape shifting entity serenely perched on the couch. “Who or what are you?”

“I am created for you.” It rose to its feet unsteadily and once balanced, walked to me with unsure steps.

“Ah, that’s . . . nice,” I responded, my thoughts in overdrive. Reaching out I gently steadied her, her warm skin soft and amazingly supple; almost human! Gently guiding her to a seat, I eased her into it gently.

“Show me your reproductive organs,” she implored.

“Whoa . . . a little forward, aren’t we,” I stepped back a little stunned.

“No.” She responded as she reached forward and had my pants and underwear around my ankles in a heartbeat. Her gentle hands quickly swept to my groin, and explored my limp package with the curiosity of a child. “It is beautiful,” she whispered, as her dark aroused nipples protruded through a sheer translucent white gown and the unmistakable scent of sexual arousal drifted into the stale air. Her supple fingertips caressed every millimeter of my cock as if it were a priceless gem. Predictably, I became aroused with her gentle caresses. I absently stroked the thick crown of glorious black hair while stroking the soft olive toned skin of her face and neck.

Suddenly she withdrew and stared at my now fully engorged member with wide eyes. “Have I damaged it?”

It took me a moment to understand the disconnect. “Quite the contrary,” I replied breathlessly.

The slight smile that she displayed on my response was quickly replaced escort istanbul by one of genuine concern. “It is too large to penetrate my receptor!”

I’d never heard a pussy being referred to as a receptor but, then again, I’ve never made love to an alien android either. Smiling, I ran my fingers through her long lustrous hair. The concern on her face faded as the gown she wore simply melted away offering an unobstructed view of her beautifully sculpted body. Once again, her delicate fingers probed my now throbbing flesh with renewed fascination. I eased my cock over to one of the two deliciously erect nipples and gently rubbed the head around the large deep brown teat. She first rolled her head back, then her eyes as she murmured indistinguishable phrases. Her body slid lower into the chair and her hips began rocking rhythmically. The intensity of her arousal grew exponentially when one of her hands slid onto my thigh and the other to the bushy cleft between her legs. A drop of liquid slowly formed on her aroused nipple and combined with the drop that my own organ produced, mixing to form a sensual lubricant that only heightened our mutual sensations. Just as I was about to switch nipples, her body stiffened, her legs crossed tensely and she released a long low moan that was unmistakably orgasmic. Her hips rose from the chair and she released a long crystal clear stream that splashed forcefully against my thigh. Her eyes fluttered and I swear a small puff of smoke escaped her ears as we both experienced our first ever titty orgasm.

I’m not sure who was more surprised, but she manifested all the symptoms of a serious neurological overload; short quick breaths, trembling extremities, and a face of pure agony. It took several minutes for post orgasmic euphoria to set in. Sprawled in the chair, a vision of both beauty and exhaustion, I marveled at her physical perfection and the technology required to create her. Quietly I pulled my pants over my wilting cock and ever so gently lifted her lifeless frame from the chair and onto the bed just moments before my back muscles gave out. She was a handful in many ways.

I grabbed a bottle of water – Harvey refilled them every morning from a nearby stream. His longevity was a testimonial to its benefits although its purity was questionable, at best. Watching her rest so blissfully was infectious, but too many incongruities in her existence kept sleep at bay. In front of me lay a beautiful creature of alien origin. Even her deep respiration provided a contradiction – why does she need air; does she really need air or was her respiration a programmed manifestation provided for my acceptance? She murmured something quietly and rolled on her side. The instant she realized I was sitting next to her she rose slightly and patted the bed next to her.

“Repose,” was all she said.

I slowly rose, aware of several muscles that announced their overworked status and rolled into her waiting arms. Her body was warm and soft, and her arms embraced me with the tenderness that a mother holds her newborn. Despite my preoccupations, sleep came rapidly. Several times during the night, I awoke to her warm soothing embrace, blocking my overactive mind from rejecting this other worldly scenario, and snuggled as close as I could – the chill in the night air barely noticeable. Despite the contradictions she presented, I felt at peace and fell into a profound sleep. The sun had barely tinted the morning sky when I awoke to an empty bed. My alien companion was standing next to me, her nakedness barely discernible in the dim light. Her hands were wandering over my face and exposed arms lovingly. Directly in front of my face was the unruly bush covering her “receptor” and the musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.

When such a rare opportunity presents itself, one would be three sheets the other side of crazy to ignore it. Pulling her to me by her full round cheeks, I buried my face into the knarly mass of curls, my tongue on seek-and-destroy mode. Her hands instinctively grabbed my hair and she issued a surprised squeak. The delicate inner lips had barely descended in sharp contrast to the maturation of her full hips and ripe breasts. When my tongue grazed her clit, her legs trembled forcing me to grab her more tightly to prevent her falling. Two circles and one tongue swipe across the large throbbing nub later, she blew a large volume of her orgasmic essence onto my face, forcing me to gulp and gasp for air. She screamed a long low, sensual sound that startled the sleeping birds outside and provided the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. My grip momentarily relaxed in surprise and she went down to her knees bathing the mattress with several more orgasmic blasts. Her creators should be nominated for the Nobel peace prize for the orgasmic response she demonstrated. The idea of an orgasmic android was something Hollywood had never dreamed of, and seemed as alien as the alien itself.

“Are you OK,” I queried after her spasms subsided and I wiped my face.

“Several servos are etiler bayan escort hyper-extended and my receptor sensitivity is beyond threshold,” she murmured softly after several moments. It wasn’t quite the response I expected, but well within reason. She reached over and ran her delicate fingers over my crotch gently, tracing the outline of my rapidly engorging organ. Slowly rising on unsteady legs, she promptly dispatched my attire, maintaining both cock and eye contact until I was fully engorged. “Your penetration is required,” she murmured softly with underscored urgency.

“Climb aboard, then,” I urged; momentarily releasing my inhibitions to the throes of lust. She straddled my hips lightly, and slowly descended until the head of my cock disappeared into her thick nest of pubic curls and lodged on the puffy pussy lips hidden within. Guiding my throbbing organ with her one hand while stabilizing her body with her other hand on my chest, she moved her hips across my torso slowly. That motion alone was too much for her over stimulated sensors, and she immediately bucked her voluptuous hips while bathing my genitals with a tidal wave of orgasmic effluence. She collapsed heavily on my chest while trembling violently. I tried to reposition myself to breathe easier, but the slight friction of my semi-hard cock was enough to trigger her hips to instinctively kick-in. Another orgasm overwhelmed her tortured frame and her cry of release sounded more like agony than ecstasy. Her hair trigger would be the death of me, I mused, as pondered the wording of my imminent obituary. Thankfully, she rolled off my frame in a daze and curled up in a fetal position next to me as the darkness in my field of vision slowly dissolved.

Her gentle fingers wrapped around my soggy deflating organ gingerly, as her respiration slowed and she sighed softly with every breath. Where I had failed with the human female, I had excelled with an artificial life form. Perhaps one of the other feminine forms she assumed when I first encountered her might be less sensitive – it might be worth a try. For now, I must feed the animals, and get some coffee on the stove. The outdoor and stove top light needed repair also, so gently I rolled away from the sleeping beauty, and took a quick shower before donning a fresh set of rags and grabbing the empty water bottles. I headed out into the crisp morning air, closing the door quietly as I left. The critters were waiting expectantly, and responded timidly to my gentle overtures. Once the animals were fed, I drew some fresh water for both the animals and the empty plastic bottles from the nearby stream. On the way back to the trailer, I pulled the wires I had strung yesterday and rolled them up neatly.

Once back inside the trailer, I saw my alien companion sitting naked on the bed with her knees drawn under her chin and a distant look in her eyes. Trying to obtain some sign of recognition I waved my arms in front of her, but she sat motionless as if in another world. Strange subtle whirring sounds originating from the back of her head were barely audible and I cursed my insensitivity assuming I must have blown her circuits. The coffee was still perking into black mud; so I watered it down a tad and pondered how to dispose of the body. Suddenly, her eyes momentarily glowed blue and her breathing resumed with quick, short gasp. I walked over to her and she responded with a weak smile as she stretched out her long olive toned legs. She was absolutely beautiful.

“What happened?”

“Reprogramming,” she muttered unemotionally. “Am I acceptable?”

“I suppose,” I offered, taking a long deep breath. “I know so little about you that I’m admittedly hesitant. Am I just a hunk of meat to satisfy your sexual curiosity and exchange fluids, or am I more than that? And what needed reprogramming, anyways? I should have known you have mechanical thresholds and been more receptive.”

Her entire body instantly went limp; her eyes lost their color, her arms dangled uselessly by her sides and she collapsed into a fetal position. I figured I’d overloaded her with my verbal expletives somehow; so beautiful yet so fragile. She had returned to her makers and I was stuck with the lifeless remnants to discard with yesterday’s news. Suddenly, there was a warm glowing light that filled the trailer and she stirred back to life, her eyes glowed with the same blue pastels that the orb displayed a day earlier and her limbs trembled with renewed animation. The light abruptly disappeared and I rushed over to embrace her.

“Your responses reveal that you have accepted me,” she proclaimed.

“Yeah, guess I have -now how about sharing some of your characteristics with me – or at least provide a rudimentary owner’s manual.”

“I apologize, but our introductory stage required more observations and analysis to complete my assimilation into this world. I have been reprogrammed with your linguistic patterns and strengthened structural modifications. I will no longer suffer from catastrophic sensory overloads and will communicate with more effective speech patterns now. Specifically, I am a self-sustaining zeta unit that requires ambient energy to regenerate and your love to thrive. I will assist you however possible, and remain your dedicated unit until you pass on into the next realm. Whatever you may desire, I will endeavor to provide.”

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VERY IMPORTANT! READ THIS FIRST! – When we last left our heroine Carol, she was walking into the bathroom where Kim might have already committed suicide. I only mention it because someone told me the start of this part might confuse some readers. So don’t be confused. (P.S. – notice the chapter title!)

CHAPTER 11: THE WAY WE WERE

I woke up that morning thanks to the sun blasting through the window. That was odd because usually I close the drapes before I go to bed. My eyes opened before my brain could communicate what a horrible idea that truly was. It felt like someone stuck hot pokers into my sockets and they burrowed into the back of my brain. My hand reached out, took a pen from my nightstand and threw it at nature’s invading force. The pen might be mightier than the sword, but unfortunately it can’t do shit against sunlight. When my hand landed back on the bed it touched skin.

Not my skin.

My eyes flew open and my head popped up to see a mess of blonde hair on the pillow next to mine. There was the quickest moment of uncertainty. Oh yeah, the club last night. The girl determined to get the DJ to play KMFDM. Katie. No, Kelly. Kerrie. Kim, that’s it. It surprised me that I’d forgotten, but then I remembered how much I drank. More than I ever had before. I was never a big drinker, and always prevented myself from going overboard by bringing only twenty dollars with me whenever I went to a bar or a club.

But this Kim kept buying us rounds. I had one of those hangovers where part of you is still a little drunk. Yet it didn’t hurt so much looking at that mess of blonde hair, the emotions from last night coming back. That excitement you feel when meeting someone new, the electricity in the air when you realize you’re not the only one feeling the attraction, the anticipation of that first kiss.

That first kiss happened in the parking lot. The club was closing and I told Kim I’d walk her to her car. We exchanged numbers and arrived at that awkward moment when you either both say goodnight and walk off or you take a chance. As usual, the little war in my head between the two sides was fighting a battle. The rational side was telling me to walk away because it was too soon for a kiss, while the naughty side said to go for it for obvious reasons.

“Having a hard time there?” Kim asked.

“Um, what?”

“I can see it on your face,” she said. “You can’t decide what to do right now, can you?”

Oh shit, I thought. Was I that obvious? Have I always been that obvious? Has everyone always been able to see my indecision? Or does this girl have some kind of psychic ability? That would suck, dating a psychic. How could you plan any surprises? Or lie to her when she asks if you were checking out another girl? Hell, she wouldn’t even have to ask, she’d already know. That would really suck. And why the hell was I rambling on in my head like this?

“Uh…” I said. While that may sound like part of some brilliant strategy to stall for time to think, it was really because I was drunk, embarrassed, caught off guard and scared. Not an ideal combination. I managed to save myself somewhat by looking down at the ground and saying, “yeah, I think so.”

Kim burst out in laughter. I stood there feeling self-conscious. When she finished laughing, Kim looked up at me and said, “Tell you what, I’ll decide for you.” And with that she put her hand on my cheek, leaned in and kissed me. It was a light kiss, using just lips at first, but soon our tongues wanted to play and we let them have at it. I put my arms around her and held her tight, pinning her upper arms to her body. Kim managed to put her hands on my waist. She started sucking on my tongue, and I loosened my grip on her upper body. My hands slid down to her ass and squeezed her jean-covered cheeks, making her moan in my mouth. We slowly broke the kiss, and for a moment just stood staring at each other.

“Ahem.”

We were both so preoccupied we didn’t notice we had an audience. A car had pulled up beside us and my roommate was sitting in the passenger seat. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve got to work in the morning. We need to get going.”

I was going to say I’d be there in just a minute, but suddenly I heard, “I’ll take her home.” I turned and Kim was smiling. “If that’s okay?”

Before the car took off my roommate smiled and said, “Good luck.”

A little while later I was depending on that good luck. Kim was racing down the road with the top down and the music blasting. At first I was excited because I’d never been in a convertible before. But when Kim started making the engine perform like what it was made for, I suddenly realized how open and vulnerable a convertible made you. My body cowered down in the seat a little and I braced my left hand against the dashboard while my right held tight onto the door. Kim laughed at my reaction. I was positive she was well above the legal limit, both in alcohol and speed. All göztepe escort I kept thinking was seat belts or not, if she crashes we are so dead.

I knew we were at my place when Kim said “You can open your eyes now.” I did and actually breathed a sigh of relief. “So how was your first ride in a convertible?” she asked.

With a cracked voice I said, “I’ll never forget it.”

Kim laughed again. “You are so cute when you’re freaked out.”

We went up to my apartment and sat on the couch. I turned on a local radio station and kept it low even though my roommate’s bedroom was on the other side of the apartment, and then I went to the kitchen to get us something to drink. When I came back Kim had taken off her shoes and was sitting with her back against the arm of the couch, so I took up the same position on the other side. She brought her knees to her chest and her feet were facing me. While we sat there and talked I took in her beautiful face, the cute button nose and those piercing blue eyes. But my attention kept getting drawn down to those beautiful feet. They were perfectly formed, with toes that were thin but still had a good shape to them. At first I thought her toenails didn’t have any polish, but then I noticed they were coated with a clear gloss. I can usually manage to check out a girl’s feet and not get caught, but my eyes couldn’t resist the toe ring on her left index toe. It wasn’t one of those thin toe rings that you have to give a second glance just to see if it’s there, this was a thick one that screamed ‘Look at me!’

While I was never big into body jewelry, foot jewelry always gained a little extra stare from me, and that combined with feet as beautiful as Kim’s had me working hard not to be obvious. But it became hopeless when she pulled up the legs of her jeans to get more comfortable and exposed the gold chain around her right ankle. I kept up the conversation, but a couple of minutes later Kim interrupted me, asking, “What are you looking at?”

“I was just noticing your jewelry there,” I said, hoping to cover.

“Noticing? You were pretty much speaking to them instead of me.”

“Sorry,” I said, “they’re just nicer than other one’s I’ve seen.” It was a lie, but I had to try something.

Kim’s eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “You have a foot thing, don’t you?”

That’s it- she was psychic. The girl could read me like an open book. At that point I was convinced this was going nowhere. She had noticed every weakness and strange behavior I have. Figuring I may as well own up to this one too, I swallowed hard and said “Kinda.”

“What do you like to do to them?” she asked.

That caught me off guard. “I, I’ve never really done too much before.”

Kim looked at me for a second with this grin on her face. Then she lifted her left foot and extended it towards me. “Go ahead,” she said. It felt strange and exciting all at once. Strange because I couldn’t believe this girl who I just met was indulging me with one of my fantasies. Exciting because I never really had the guts to try anything with a girl’s foot before and now I had permission. I cupped the bottom of her foot with my right hand so she didn’t have to hold it up. With my left hand I started stroking up and down, my fingers along the arch and my thumb on the bottom. I used some pressure with the thumb so as not to tickle her.

I was a little hesitant to use my mouth, but when I looked at the toe ring my embarrassment was overcome by desire, so I opened my mouth and leaned down. Capturing her big and index toes, I sucked lightly at first and slid my tongue left to right under them. I heard a soft moan from Kim, so I gradually increased the pressure. Looking at her feet when we were talking I thought I was as turned on as I could be, but this brought it to a whole other level. I could feel myself starting to get wet. The sensations of the toe ring against my mouth added something as well, reminding me that I was only admiring it minutes ago and now I had it in my mouth.

I looked at Kim to see if this was freaking her out, but she had a thrilled look in her eyes and a smile on her face. My mouth let go of her first two toes and I started sucking on the last three. This time I started moving my head up and down a little.

“Mmmmmmm,” was Kim’s vocal response. I let my lips roll over the toes as I pulled away. Holding up her foot a little higher I extended my tongue and licked the bottom, just at the base of the toes first, then in little sections going down towards the heel. The first time I tickled her she laughed and yanked her foot away. I was afraid that she was going to stop it there, but she just said, “You can’t stop making me laugh tonight,” and put her foot back in my hand. As I continued licking I realized what she said was true. I was worried because Kim was seeing all the things I was self-conscious about, but she had been laughing at them. And not a malicious laugh, but a sweet one that made me realize she saw those things as endearing.

When escort bayan I got to the heel of her foot I looked up at Kim. She took her foot back and put it on the couch. I was about to say thanks when she picked up the other one and extended it towards me. “Can’t let this one feel left out, can we?” I liked this girl.

I took her right foot in my hands and decided to do something different. I started by using my tongue to lick each toe individually, front, back and around the sides. Kim occasionally flexed and curled her toes as I did this. I looked up and saw that she was leaning back, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her hands playing with her breasts through her top. I took this to mean she was enjoying my treatment and gave myself a mental pat on the back.

“I have never seen someone get off on feet like you do,” Kim said. That made me think about how turned on I was at the moment, how wet I was. I decided to be bold and do something about it. My right hand went to my skirt and pulled it back a little. Reaching underneath, I felt the wet spot against my panties and got an electric jolt when I pressed against them. I started rubbing the area and gave a little moan as I got off on the dual sensations of licking a girl’s toes and playing with myself.

Suddenly I felt something on my hand. It was Kim’s left foot. I looked up and saw she had opened her eyes and was propped up with her elbows behind the couch arm. “Why don’t you let me do that,” she said. I smiled and moved my hand away, letting her foot take over.

“Mmmm,” escaped my lips as I felt her toes press against my pussy. She used the ball of her foot a little too. I sucked on the side of her instep, going up and down with my mouth. Kim told me to stop for a moment and pulled her foot from between my legs. Using both arms she pulled her top over her head and tossed it on my coffee table. Her exposed breasts gave me another jolt of excitement, but I would have to wait to get at them. We went back to our little three-way pleasure pyramid. Kim was getting pleasure by playing with her breasts, I was getting wetter and wetter with her foot job, and I know we were both getting something from my sucking her foot. I took to licking her ankle, my tongue going over the skin and anklet at the same time. I’m not sure how long we continued on, just that I could feel my orgasm building, ironically enough, from my toes. I started sucking hers when I was about to go over the edge. Kim was using her big toe, curling it up and down against my lips. As I came I moaned with her toes in my mouth. When I was finished, Kim lay back on the couch and motioned me to join her. We held each other in this serene, quiet moment where I could feel my heart pumping in my chest.

“That was so weird and so wild at the same time,” Kim said, echoing my earlier thoughts.

We cuddled for a while as Kim stroked my hair. Looking into those eyes of hers I felt like they were staring right into my soul. I leaned in and lightly kissed her on the lips, keeping my mouth right next to hers afterwards. We stayed in that position for a moment and I realized that all my fear was gone, drowned in this moment of bliss. And I knew it was because of Kim. Something about this girl quieted the war inside my head. I leaned in again and this time kissed her with more feeling, more passion. Our open mouths danced together as my tongue felt the warm softness of hers. We tightened our embrace, our mouths let go and we showered each other with little kisses. I tasted the slightly bitter tang of dried saliva on skin. It was like an aphrodisiac that made me even more abandoned as my tongue went in after hers again. My hand went down to find her bare breast and squeezed it, making her moan in appreciation. I pulled away from Kim and with fire in my voice I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

When we got in there we started kissing again as I guided Kim towards the bed. We fell onto it as our kiss continued, she managed to undo the strings for my top and pulled it off without breaking our bond. Her fingers danced on my globes, driving my already escaped naughty side crazy. I pulled away and told her to stay there as I went into one of my drawers and came out with a scarf. I climbed on top of Kim and told her to trust me as I took her hands and tied them up. I brought her hands over her head and tied the other end to the bed frame.

For a brief second I felt trepidation, but all I had to do was look at Kim and it went away. My mouth started with her neck and made its way down to her breasts. I licked the valley between them, and then gave light kisses all over each of her tits. The last kiss I gave was on her right nipple, which I sucked between my lips as my other hand fondled her left breast. I had only done this a few times before, but I was getting high off of being able to touch and lick someone else’s skin.

It was while I was doing this that I got my first exposure to Kim’s sweet talk during sex. “Oooohhh fuck. Suck my goddammed tit. Suck tuzla eskort it harder. Shit. Fuck.” I sucked harder, and then gave a little nibble with my teeth before moving over to her left breast. I licked all around the areole before zeroing in on her nipple by flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Kim started pulling on the scarf as her mouth spewed more obscenities. I went down to her tummy and licked her shallow belly button while my hands clumsily worked on undoing the button of her jeans. When I finally got it open I slid down the zipper and pulled them off, revealing a pair of yellow panties. I leaned down and buried my nose in them, inhaling her sweet scent. Sticking out my tongue I flicked it against the material that was denying her the pleasure I had to offer. Kim gasped at the action, so I did it again and again, trying to see how long I could torture her before she freaked out. I used my nose between licks to rub around where her clit hood would be. Even though her eyes were closed I could see the frustration in her face, I had tied her hands well so she couldn’t undo the knot herself. Finally she broke. “Fucking stop it!” she screamed.

“Okay,” I said, and sat up from between her legs.

“No! Wait! I meant stop teasing me!”

“I did.” I said it with a smile on my face.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at me with a ‘Don’t give me that shit’ look. “You know what I mean!” For a second I thought I’d really pissed her off, but there was half a smile on her face after she said it. I slid my hands up along her legs until I got under the sides of her panties, grabbed them and slowly slid them down. Kim pulled up her feet to help get them off, but before she put her feet down again I gave a quick lick on the bottom of her right foot. Kim let out a quick laugh from the tickle. “Stop it!” she yelled, then slapped me in the face with her foot.

“Ow!” I rubbed the side of my face. It was a mild hit but it still hurt.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Kim started to rise and forgot her bonds. “I just-,” She fell back onto the bed and got frustrated. “I didn’t-,” she tried to pull out of the scarf, but got frustrated and gave up. “Dammit! I want to hug you but I can’t get up!”

I chuckled at her predicament. Kim brought up her legs and wrapped them around my waist in a pseudo-hug. “There,” she said, “you feel better?” We both erupted in laughter that lasted for several minutes. When it died down she asked, “Seriously, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. They breed us farm girls tough down in Kentucky.”

“Well if that’s the case, and it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to have my pussy eaten sometime before the sun comes up.”

“Ah’d be happy to oblige, young lady,” I said. My hands took Kim’s legs from around my waist and held them up so I could give small, light kisses down each one. Don’t ask me why I didn’t notice her pussy was shaved until I was right on top of it. I’d seen shaved pussies in the locker room back in high school, but this was the first time I was going to lick one. I started by continuing my light kiss treatment on her mound, which caused a deep sigh from Kim. My tongue came out and ran over her bare mons using long, slow licks, and then my hands spread her open. Before I did anything else I brought my nose right up to Kim’s open flower and inhaled her scent. I did that, I thought to myself, I was the cause of a series of events in her body that resulted in what I was smelling right now. The thought of that simply amazed me. Of course, all that thinking meant I’d stopped acting.

“Hey,” Kim said, “are you torturing me again?”

I smiled. “No, just being a nerd.” Before Kim had a chance to respond to that I pressed my lips right up to her pussy and gave it a kiss. Kim moaned and I started licking. She squirmed and started her ode to my abilities. “Fuck! Uh! Eat me. Eat my fucking cunt. Shit! Fuck yeah! Fuck!” I couldn’t believe the mouth on this girl. I knew truck drivers who didn’t swear this much. Really.

I sucked on her inner lips and savored the taste I had a hand (and tongue) in causing. Then I slowly slid my tongue inside of her. I loved that warm feeling, the contractions of her walls on my flesh, the sensations of softness and moisture. I moved my tongue in and out a few times before removing it completely and replacing it with my index finger. Kim gave a long, slow moan as I carefully moved my finger inside of her. I started lapping and sucking at the hood of her clit as my finger moved steadily in and out.

Kim wasn’t saying anything anymore, just moaning, grunting and sighing. Her eyes were open and staring down at me. I would occasionally look up and make eye contact with her. Those looks we exchanged kept driving me on, giving me more and more sexual energy. I started going wild on Kim, eating her out with fury. In my few past experiences I was slow and methodical when going down on a girl because I was nervous and shy. But that night my inhibitions were gone. I had always wanted to lick a girl’s feet and now I’d done it. I’d always wanted to tie a girl down and I did it without even pausing for thought. Suddenly I was eating out Kim with a passion that was making up for every thought I’d second-guessed, every desire I’d buried, every opportunity I’d passed up.

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Smokey Saga

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3: “The Art Of The Squeal”

*****

My first thought was to call this “Hooked II,” but that would make very little sense. The characters and storyline are completely different, and besides, the Smokey Sagas past 0 are all Sapphic. Perhaps they should now be known as Sapphic Sagas. It’s going under Lesbian Sex, but you’ll want to know that this also involves BDSM, and sort of Non-Consent, though that’s debatable. Oh, yes, and this is not a story idea suggested by someone else; we are now back to those directly from the wonderfully twisted mind of yours truly. And you know the drill, friends: feedback’s welcomed, valued and appreciated.

*****

Humdrum Doldrums

Saturday, April 23rd, 2016, 9:47 a.m.

Dawn, as it had a fairly regular way of doing, dawned. It was a beautiful thing to behold: springtime Saturday.

Citizens of Juniper pursuing weekday occupations slept in and took it easy. Business picked up at leisure outlets such as stores and restaurants. Children awoke to favorite cartoons and then it was outside to play with their friends. Baseball and softball season were underway. Yard sales dotted every other suburban neighborhood. And Miss Sylvia Quibley was bored out of her ever-loving skull.

47-year-old Sylvia was the last surviving member of the wealthy Quibley dynasty. The payoff—quite literally—was that she’d become heiress of her family’s multitrillion-dollar estate. She lived in the Quibley family manor on her own, but by no means was alone in the colossal mansion. She was accompanied and catered to on a daily basis by her staff: dozens of butlers, maids, and additional servants taking turns doing her bidding. Their servant skills were impeccable. This was, after all, what they were paid for. They toiled tirelessly around the clock, tending to both the welfare of their beloved heiress and the household in general. Still, Sylvia couldn’t help wishing more and more lately that her servants were paid as well to be her friends. To just hang out with her. Or more.

It wasn’t as if she wished to selfishly take advantage of her employees for her own gain. It also wasn’t like Sylvia was isolated while the staff did their thing elsewhere. She had plenty of interaction with them, mostly in the form of waiting on her. But to Sylvia’s disenchantment, the staff was, well, stiff. Too “professional,” were there such a concept. As much as she tried to laugh and joke around with them, the most she got out of the servants was a polite smile and a, “Delightful, Madame.”

While Sylvia wouldn’t count this as a complaint, it left her feeling disconcerted nevertheless. As if being doted on day by day by a collection of robots, or Stepford Spouses. If, heaven forbid, Sylvia found herself in any form of dire peril, and cried out for help, she’d no doubt her servants would come to her rescue. Whether they’d display any real emotion in doing so was the question. At times, she had to fight off the urge to poke, goose, or tickle them, just to see if she could get a reaction.

It occurred to her more than once to get a pet, but some of the staff were allergic. Also, Sylvia preferred a companion who could talk and share personality. But while she waited to find one, there were also times she was glad for her privacy. The last several years unearthed a plethora of hobbies for Sylvia to enjoy. In due time she’d meandered through reading, hiking, online networking, crocheting, playing polo, writing poetry, origami, and the contents of her sizable game room. Finally, the last year had brought along Sylvia Quibley’s newest pastime, of which she’d grown most fond: painting.

Her super-sized study was converted accordingly for each passing fancy. It was now turned into a studio, occupied by easels, palettes and watercolors, her chosen medium. She’d dabbled in oils and acrylics, but at the end of the day found that the good old-fashioned aquarelles served her best. She did nature works, country settings, abstracts, a few uncategorized miscellanies, and the occasional self-portrait. She couldn’t keep all her canvases, so some she framed and hung. Others she scrapped, gave to friends or donated elsewhere. She’d yet to have any professionally displayed, but didn’t mind; painting was an excursion for her own enjoyment and pleasure, that was all.

Similarly, it would be nice to unveil a finished piece for a servant and be met with more than another, “Delightful, Madame”…but Sylvia couldn’t really expect that either. Men and girls Friday who took employ in such an upscale environment respected the chain of command far too much to tamper with it. They didn’t fraternize, little as Sylvia would’ve minded. They simply went about their duties. And Sylvia didn’t want them to slough off completely; maybe just take a break for a minute to keep her company, and alleviate her utter boredom. Canvases were nice to work on and admire, but they couldn’t converse, tell Sylvia amusing stories, or laugh at her jokes.

Friendship antalya escort was not the only interaction Sylvia missed in her life. A romantic or sexual playmate would be just as nice to have about—but a big no-no where servants were concerned. Being her own sexual playmate was fine, but got repetitive. There were lots of ways to spice up her private happy time: digging into her stash of toys and pornography, experimenting with different techniques…but cuddling up in bed and whispering sweet nothings to a dildo was rather pointless and silly.

Sylvia knew what a challenge it was to find a soulmate—or a suitable substitute—for normal nontrillion-heirs. In her case, there was also the factor of money. Off-grounds, she could pretend to be middle-class with someone else, but only keep it up so long before wanting to take her home. Wealth could go a good way towards “convincing” a woman to have feelings for her, but Sylvia wished to be desired on her own merits. She was decent, kind-hearted, and she liked to think attractive and funny. In middle age-dom, she was getting wrinkle-worn in the kisser and going silver on top. And honestly, she didn’t mind it much. Although there was ashy snow on the roof, there was still a fire in the cellar. And while she could afford enough hair dye and facial cream to last the rest of her life, she didn’t feel it necessary. When she looked in the mirror, her wrinkles and silveriness gave her a sense of being almost supernatural. Like a wise withered old sage, who might just be able to cast a magic spell. She couldn’t…but it was fun to imagine.

Then sometimes the thought was placed in her mind how to describe her perfect woman. Such a person may not have existed, but Sylvia’s taste was pretty eclectic. She hadn’t really any specific “type”; she was interested in all sorts of gals: younger, older, blonde, brunette, ginger, race or ethnicity notwithstanding. Physical characteristics weren’t more vital than those of one’s persona. Then again, even should she meet a girl who was nice on the surface, take her home and discover her true colors, Sylvia believed she could “persuade” said girl to conduct herself with a bit more benevolence, via…other means.

She smirked at the reflection in her compact as she sat this morning in her big comfy recliner, bare, pedicured peds wagging on the footrest. One of her gentleman-servants, a fellow called Chippers, passed by.

“Would you prefer breakfast here in the living room, Miss Quibley?”

“That’d be only lovely, Chip, thank you,” she gratefully nodded up at him. “Oh, and could you turn on the TV for me, please? Thanks so much, buddy.”

Chippers switched on the set, then adjourned to the kitchen to have the chef prepare Sylvia’s Saturday morning fare: two eggs sunny side up on French toast, two pigs in buttermilk blankets under a drizzle of blueberry syrup, and a nice big glass of fresh-squeezed OJ. A short spell later saw Sylvia enjoying both the repast, and her second half-hour of TV.

“Will there be anything else, Madame?” asked Chippers.

Yes, please: a woman. A cute little thing with bangs, dimples and a big heart who laughs at my jokes would be nice.

“No, hon, I’m fine. But…hey, why don’t you take a little break. Yeah, actually, sit and check out the tube with me a while. Go ahead.”

Chippers made a strange face.

“…Miss Quibley, I really should be off to tend to your chambers,” he said, starting away.

“Oh—please?” Sylvia asked, reaching for his elbow. “Chip? Please, just…just, hang out with me a little?…It would mean a lot to me.”

“…’Hang…out,’ Madame?”

Sylvia grinned. “Yeah!” She smacked the sofa cushion beside her invitingly. “C’mon, grab some plush! Knock a load off!”

Chippers felt awkward and unsure about this, having practically never done anything like it before, but he wandered over and sat.

“There ya go!” praised Sylvia, patting his knee. “Good! So what’s your favorite show?”

This made Chippers uncomfy. But Miss Quibley’s wishes were the staff’s command, even if said wishes went against their code of professionalism. So he supposed since she had specifically requested his company, he was within boundaries to perch on the sofa, and “hang out” with her. This seemed highly unusual. But, if it was what Madame wanted…

The simple question she’d just put forth, however, confounded him.

“I…really haven’t any favorite programs, Miss Quibley.”

Wacky as Sylvia found this to believe, she sensed he was uneasy about sitting to take a break when he felt performing his duties was the right thing to do. But…gol-ly, she thought. Okay, just…small steps.

“All right, well, let’s just do some channel surfing and see what happens.”

So Sylvia flipped for a couple minutes, pausing for varied intervals, until a particularly colorful, flashy-looking show caught her eye.

“Whoa, what’ve we got here?”

The question was rhetorical, but Chippers advised her that she konyaaltı escort could press Guide to bring up the program’s info. Sylvia kept this tip in mind as she noted something else in the meantime. Her eyes fell to the bottom right-hand corner.

“GSN? This…this whatever it is is on the…game show channel?” Sylvia wondered aloud. “This doesn’t look like a game show to me.”

This time Chippers had nothing conversation-wise to contribute. But something about the flamboyancy on the screen fascinated her. After a couple minutes, she began piecing together what the show was all about. And it intrigued her deeper.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Sylvia assessed. “It appears this, uh…’game’ show,” she finger-quoted, “Is relevant to one of my interests.”

It was true. Sylvia could definitely see developing interest in this strange and interesting activity. It looked like something she might even be able to do herself. She was only missing what these “contestants” were using. Not that she necessarily wanted to be on this show. Though it could serve as inspiration for a fun new tangent project. But, where and how would she find…

The show went to commercial. A promo appeared for one of the network’s zillions of Family Feud airings. “Name something,” Steve Harvey read from his card, “A husband asks for for his birthday that his wife would never get him.”

The contestants hit their buzzers. The one to ring in first shouted an answer that almost made Sylvia’s orange juice come right out of her nose. The show might’ve been called Family Feud, but some of its content wasn’t extremely family-friendly.

“Oh my God, that’s horrible!” Sylvia guffawed. Then she allowed her mind to process. She stopped laughing.

A brilliant light bulb clicked on over her head.

“…Chip?…Remind me to have Jenkins fire up the limo this evening, would you, please?…

“…I suddenly feel like taking a little ride.”

*****

Pro Prowl

Saturday, April 23rd, 2016, 8:25 p.m.

The limo made its cautious way into Hemdale and slowed by the corner of Kent Street and Blevins Road. This particular corner and those adjacent were notorious for being rife with ladies of the evening. The sisterlode, as it were. A trove of working SYLFs of all shapes and sizes to choose from. They were approached and picked up on too by all sorts, but had yet to see anything the likes of this.

The myriad of poofed hairdos and makeup-caked faces gravitated to the limo parking before them, like the massive eye candy it was. Three doors opened, including the driver’s side. Sylvia’s chauffeur Jenkins exited, as well as two large armed bodyguards. Some of the SYLFs expected a red carpet to spill from the car and roll on up. Instead, they were greeted to the sight of a mature silver-haired fox shrouded in a fluffy stole. The chauffeur crossed beside her holding a suitcase.

So began the perusal. One bodyguard tagged Jenkins and Sylvia, and the other stayed beside the limo. Sylvia and her driver gave the girls a quick once-over, one at a time, and moved on. Sylvia had something that could be considered an advantage. Under most circumstances, the SYLFs were disinterested and aloof when someone happened along. But none of them anticipated meeting someone this glamorous. And what was more, it was she who came to them. It seemed a little unusual having their services sought out by a woman—to say nothing of this particular wealthy lass—but maybe something else was going on here. Maybe she wanted one of them for somebody different.

This was quite the smörgåsbord, Sylvia noted. She was liking the merchandise here…well aware they were dolled up like each evening for the occasion, but even so. And she knew she needn’t take anyone home to entertain her tonight. She could just do some window shopping, and come back another night should the urge arise again. No one said anything be made to happen, she thought as she and Jenkins stepped off to cross the street. Hypothetically, any one of these SYLFs could give her the night of her life and vice versa, but it couldn’t be forced or pressured. After all—

Sylvia stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes fixed on a clearly illuminated figure beneath a streetlight outside a liquor store.

There she was.

Sylvia knew it before they even came over for a closer look. She could clearly make out her lines and curves, her slopes and contours, her deceptively innocent porcelain face. And those wispy but full bangs Sylvia adored so much, swooping elegantly over her forehead. She was perfect, leaning up against that pole, her hair and dress tossed gingerly by the soft breeze. Indisputably perfect. Sylvia had to have her. She and Jenkins moved in side by side, their bodyguard still just a few feet behind.

“Do pardon me, if you please.”

Miss Bangs turned, regarding the two of them with arched brows. She wasn’t accustomed to such an introduction. Noticing someone approaching alanya escort out of the corner of her eye, she’d come to expect such colorful greetings as a gruff, mangy-sounding, “YO, BITCH!”

She gazed at Sylvia, who smiled back with a small curtsy.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Again, the young woman was taken aback. Just who was this high society-looking dame, and what was she doing here?

“I expect you’re wondering who I am, and what I’m doing here.”

Bangs nodded, slow and discreet.

“The…thought did fucking cross my mind…”

Sylvia batted her eyes at the young lady, thinking of ways to get her to smile and see some dimples.

“Let’s put it this way: I’ve something to offer you, in the way of an…opportunity,” Sylvia purred.

Keeping only her head turned their way, Li’l Miss Bangs furrowed her brow.

“…Why me?” she asked skeptically, skipping to the second query that entered her mind.

“Well, after scouting the goods,” the silvery fox explained, “It seems there is a small faction that finds you exceptionally desirable.”

The young SYLF’s expression barely changed at all.

“And…just who the fuck would that be?” she wanted to know, nodding towards the tuxedo-clad Jenkins. “Scamper over here?”

Jenkins raised a single eyebrow, muttering to Sylvia out of the side of his mouth. “‘Scamper,’ Madame?”

“Penguin joke,” Sylvia uttered back. She readdressed their prostitute friend. “In fact, my dear, no. It’s not my friend here; it’s myself.”

Madame Bangs of the Liquor Store Streetcorner gawked at her with widened eyes.

“…Come again?”

“Not until my first, thank you very much.”

She was hoping to get at least a chuckle out of her, but no dice. Sylvia went on.

“But seriously, my friend, all joking aside…how much may I expect to compensate you, to provide me with your lovely company?”

The girl stood motionless for several moments, as if she thought this strange woman must be out of her mind.

“I…don’t think there’s enough fucking money in the world for that, lady…” she finally told her. “I’m…not gay.”

For another few seconds Sylvia remained silent. Then, she clasped her hands together and nodded.

“…Well, if that’s what you believe…”

“Uh, I don’t have to believe it, lady,” the potty-mouthed Miss Bangs said adamantly, growing a bit irritated. “I know it.”

Sylvia smirked at her, coy and flirtatious, batting her eyes again.

“Are you, eh…quite certain about that?”

The SYLF gazed back at her incredulously. She could not have been serious.

“Just about as certain as I can be about anything, my friend,” she snapped, biting off the words. “Team dick. End of story.”

Her patience was wearing. Sylvia could see it was time to play her high cards. She nodded to her chauffeur, who undid the suitcase latches.

“Would a…possible lifetime of being pampered, spoiled and catered to in a new mansion home, for a start, not to mention…”

Jenkins snapped the lid open.

“…Five hundred thousand dollars…change your mind?”

Bangsy’s eyes fell more or less obligatorily upon the suitcase. But once she saw it, both periwinking eyes and both ruby lips opened wide. A couple of her faculties almost gave out right on the spot. Her cigarette dropped from her fingers and bounced on the pavement. Sylvia couldn’t help smirking in self-congratulatory satisfaction. Even with the mink and the limo, she knew it would be hard to convince these girls of her manor. But the money she could prove. Very few individuals had ever seen this much cash in one place in their entire lives. And just to hammer home that she was on the level, Sylvia took one of the banded stacks for her to see, and flipped through it. Her young friend had to close her mouth and swallow saliva that suddenly wanted out.

“Ah, isn’t that a glorious sound,” Sylvia gushed. She took Miss Bangs’ paw and placed the stack in her palm. She knew feeling it for real, in her own hand, would take it up another notch. She leaned in to murmur to her.

“Ten grand,” she whispered, to the girl’s visible and audible astonishment. “Consider it an advance. Do come home with me, then…

“…Would you please?”

*****

Not Just Another Pretty Place

Saturday, April 23rd, 2016, 10:21 p.m.

“I’m so happy you changed your mind! Now then, I’m called Sylvia. Sylvia Quibley. What’s your name, my friend?”

“Um, I’m Noelle, Miss…Sylvia lady…Noelle Beckman.”

The limo pulled back out of Hemdale and started north, back to Green Plains, now with one additional occupant. Miss Bangs, Noelle, still wasn’t sure about this, where they were going, or what this wealthy lady had planned when they got there. She was wary about this whole arrangement, quite frankly, but decided to come along. And not just because of the drool-inducing sight of a suitcase stuffed with cold, hard, scrumptious cash. What Sylvia’d said about a possible new residence and new life resonated with her. While Noelle’d admit to liking sex and money, she didn’t honestly enjoy being a hooker. And though she wasn’t lying about her heterosexuality, being chosen to partake in a possible opportunity of fortune and glamour made her feel special and nice.

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I was 37 years old and had only tried to make out with a female once in my life and it wasn’t a very good experience, which was probably because neither of us had done anything like it before.

I decided to place an ad on craigslist and after receiving several responses, I finally received an email from Rachel that sounded as if she was the type of woman I was looking for. We exchanged text messages for a couple of days and Rachel asked for a picture of my breast which are a size 38DD. I sent her a picture and she sent me a picture also with a message that read “I wanted to lick my phone when I saw your pic.” We spoke on the phone for several hours that day and finally decided we would meet later in the day. We agreed to attend the fair which was in town as it was every November. During the latter part of the conversation Rachel asked me if she were to make a pass at me would I ask her to stop, and replied that I would not. I surprised myself with my answer since no female had ever made bagdat caddesi escort a sexual advance toward me, but for some reason she had made me feel comfortable with her even though we hadn’t met.

We agreed to meet at 6pm and she texted her address to me. I showered and dressed comfortably in blue jeans and a blouse with a black bra and black bikini trimmed in red. When I arrived at Rachel’s home I called her to let her know that I was outside.

We had a great time walking around the fair, as we talked as if we had known each for years. We talked about our jobs and family for hours until we decided we had walked enough. After the fair we arrived back to Rachel’s and sat in the car and talked. Rachel asked if I would like to come in, to which I quickly agreed.

As we were walking to the house I was wondering what I had gotten myself into. Those feeling were intensified as I sat on one end of the couch and Rachel sat right next to nisantasi escort me. While we were talking and watching TV, Rachel began caressing my arm, which was stirring all kinds of feelings. As my breathing became harder she asked if I was nervous which I replied no, I was too turned on to be nervous. After a few more minutes of her caressing my arm she leaned over and began kissing my neck.

At that point, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the softness of her lips on my neck. She started caressing my breast through my bra and blouse. She lifted my blouse and bra to free my large breast and licked both nipples before sucking them expertly, which caused moans to escape my lips. I’m sure my moaning let her know that I was ready for anything she wanted to do.

Rachel slid off the couch onto her knees in front of me as she continued caressing my breast while she started massaging my clit through my jeans. At this point my panties were soaked and I was at ataköy escort her mercy.

We moved to her bedroom and we both got undressed and she told me to lay on the bed. She laid down beside me and began sucking my nipple as she began fingering my wet pussy. My moans grew louder as I was nearing the point of exploding over her fingers.

I took a deep breath as Rachel slid down and buried her face between my legs. She slowly began licking and sucking my pussy like no man had ever been able to do. I didn’t want her to come up for air. She kept going as I grinded my hips into her beautiful mouth. Rachel was working her tongue in and out of my pussy. She made me have multiple orgasms as she licked me into what could only be described as pure bliss.

I couldn’t believe another woman could make me feel this wonderful. She then grabbed a vibrating egg and rubbed my clit with it while licking my pussy until I came one last time in her mouth. Seeing my juices covering her face made me proud that I let another woman bring me to an exploding orgasm.

We laid together in her bed for a while before I got dressed to leave. Rachel kissed and hugged me goodnight and on my drive home I thought about how wonderful and satisfying this night had been. I can’t wait to experience those feelings again.

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Intro: This is a chapter of the My Name is Heather series. These are meant to be read in sequential order, and may not be understandable otherwise.”

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I’m a bit confused as to my sexual orientation. Although I had fooled around with a couple of girls in school, I have always thought of myself as being heterosexual.

My name is Heather; I’m a copy editor for a local publisher. Recently, in spite of believing I am straight, I have become involved with another woman. The relationship is rather one-sided, though, as I haven’t been able to reciprocate sexually when she pleasures me.

A little over a month ago, she had to go to Europe for business reasons, but before she left, she helped me find an apartment closer to the downtown area where I work, and we traded keys to our respective apartments.

There’s a laundry room in the basement of the twelve-unit apartment building that I moved into. The four pairs of washers and dryers were normally busy during the first three weekdays and on weekends, so I do my laundry on Thursday afternoon, after work. It was the only time I find the units idle, and I made that a routine.

Sometimes, a very attractive woman from the first floor washed her clothes at the same time that I did. It was okay if I only needed two washers, but sometimes I needed three and there was a conflict. However, I was too timid to ask her to do hers later in the afternoon.

After a few weeks, I finally decided to do my laundry two hours later, but she showed up and took two washers again. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something nasty to her.

So far, we hadn’t spoken to each other during these silent laundry battles, I decided that, maybe, if I got to know her, we could discuss a schedule that would be mutually agreeable.

So I swallowed my pride and said, “We live in the same building; we should at least introduce ourselves. I’m Heather; I live on the second floor in 2C.”

“Hi. I’m Paula. I live in 1A. It’s nice to meet you.” She seemed sincere about that, which was a surprise from someone in this city. “You haven’t lived in the building very long, have you?” asked Paula.

“No, I moved here from another part of town about a month ago. Have you lived here long, Paula?” Heather asked.

“Six months or so,” she said, turning to face me.

Her t-shirt had a very suggestive slogan for one of the breast cancer awareness organizations across the front, accentuating her pert breasts: If you don’t check them I will. My mouth went dry at the idea of following the slogan’s suggestion and I found it hard to speak for a moment.

“So, what do you do?” I tried again.

“I’m a secretary for a company downtown,” she was still being very vague. “And you?”

“I’m a copy editor for a publisher. I read and edit manuscripts.” I replied.

“Oh, maybe you’ve edited manuscripts for my boss, Adelene Sterling. She writes technical instruction manuals.”

“No, the name isn’t familiar.” I admitted.

“Heather, I have to ask you something, it’s a bit embarrassing. The tenants here have a pact that we can wash the clothes we’re wearing. Would that be alright with you?” Paula asked.

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I know what you mean. Of course it’s okay with me if you wash all your clothes,” said Heather with a quizzical tone in her voice.

“Maybe I didn’t phrase the question properly. Usually, it’s the family in one unit who are using all the washers at once,” Paula tried. “You and I are the only singles and live alone. Here read this card. That should explain what I mean.”

Paula took an eight by eleven card from a shelf and handed it to Heather. The card read in large print: ‘Please don’t open the door. I am washing ALL my clothes and I’m undressed. I’ll be out as soon as my clothes are dried and I can get dressed again.’

“Wow! Will you be taking off all of your clothes, Paula? I can come back later if you want privacy. How long do you need?” asked Heather.

“We use this room as a retreat. That’s why there’s a TV, a small refrigerator, books, and magazines in here. People can get away from their kids or wife or husband for a while. About two hours. I stay here because someone might take my clothes out of the units and do their own. That’s happened before. If I keep the door closed and stay here, that won’t happen,” Paula explained. “I usually take all my clothes off, but I could keep my underwear on if you’d be uncomfortable otherwise.”

Heather’s mouth was very dry. She had been ogling this woman and found her extremely attractive. Paula was a little shorter than Heather, with a narrow waist, wide hips and high firm breasts. Heather could practically see Paula’s braless breasts through the thin T-shirt she was wearing. Her almond shaped eyes, deep black hair and high cheekbones made for a beautiful face. Heather became excited about seeing Paula naked.

“Um, um, uh,” stammered Heather, not because she didn’t want Paula to strip; just the opposite. She avrupa yakası escort wanted her to take her clothes off, but was embarrassed about saying so.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Heather. You were here first. I’ll come back later,” exclaimed Paula.

“Oh no, Paula. It would be a pain for you to have to come back later. No. It’s okay. I mean you can take your clothes off. I won’t mind if that’s what you do when you do laundry. I was just taken aback. It was so sudden that I didn’t have time to think. By all means, take your clothes off. That sounds funny. Oh, Paula, just do what you’re used to doing.”

Heather thought she was about to hyperventilate imagining Paula naked. Heather still thought of herself as heterosexual. How could the thought of this woman nude cause such stirrings in her?

Paula turned her back and pulled off her blue jeans. She was wearing thong panties and her bottom was round and firm. Heather stared at those luscious cheeks and felt herself getting wet. Paula pulled off her T-shirt and her C-cup breasts were firm. They looked like two large pears pointing straight at Heather. Paula had a bit of a belly, but it was round and feminine.

No longer dry, Heather’s mouth began to water. She was salivating over this girl’s sexy body. She wondered what was happening to her that Paula’s body was getting her aroused. What would her SO, her significant other, think about Paula turning her on?

“Heather, would it be alright with you if I washed my panties, too? I don’t have many, so I have to wash them every week. They are so expensive that I can’t afford more than a few pair.”

“By all means, Paula, go ahead and wash them.” Paula sat back against a washing machine and pulled off her briefs. Her black pubic hair was cropped close to her mound and shaved around her labia. Heather pretended not to look at Paula’s pussy, but found that she was breathing heavily.

“Oh, I must be embarrassing you, Heather. I’ll wrap a towel around me. There. I hope that’s better for you.”

No! Heather thought. I want to look at your nude body.

“That’s fine, Paula, but it would have been okay without the towel.” She hoped that Paula would take it off, but the woman kept it on. Paula began loading the washer from a basket of clothes; every time she bent to transfer clothes to the machine, Heather got a glimpse of her bottom and her vagina as the towel rode up on her thighs. She started to hyperventilate and tried hard to control her breathing.

After Paula turned the washer on, Heather noticed that Paula was pressing her crotch against the corner of the machine. As the washer vibrated, so did Paula.

The girl’s shivering body fascinated Heather. When the machine changed cycles, the towel dropped from Paula’s rear and was only between her crotch and the machine corner. Her buttocks shook along with the washer. As she watched Paula’s bottom quivering, Heather tried to keep her hands away from her own pussy. She was strongly stimulated and wanted desperately to bring herself to orgasm.

When she smelled Paula’s arousal, Heather groaned, but Paula was engrossed in her proximity to her own orgasm and was oblivious to Heather. Suddenly, Paula threw her head back and emitted a long, low wail from deep within herself. Heather could see liquid running down the inside of Paula’s beautiful legs. Finally, Paula pulled herself together and wiped her pubes and legs with the towel.

She turned and gave Heather a weak grin, “My, that went well. Oh my heavens! I’m so sorry, Heather. That was much more than you wanted to witness, I’m sure.”

“What are you referring to, Paula? I was reading this magazine and wasn’t paying attention.” Heather noticed that she was holding the magazine upside down and hurriedly dropped it on the chair before Paula could see it.

Paula felt her legs trembling and her knees were weak. She spread the towel on the chair next to Heather and collapsed onto the seat. Her scent was hanging in the air in this small, closed room, and Heather couldn’t help but breathe it in. She wanted to masturbate, but didn’t dare let Paula know she was aroused.

The two women sat side by side waiting for their clothes to dry. Heather had become acclimated to Paula’s ‘aroma’, and had calmed down a bit. The first thing she wanted to do when she took her clean clothes up to her apartment was to find BOB, her ‘battery operated boyfriend’ and relieve the tension in her loins.

As Heather was about to leave, Paula put her hand on Heather’s arm and asked her if she would like to have dinner with her in her apartment. “Heather, I have had a crock-pot cooking up beef stew since early this morning. Come back down when you’ve put your laundry away. I’ll be working on a Cobb salad, and dinner will be ready in about half an hour. Please join me. I hate to eat alone.”

“Gee, Paula, I don’t want to impose. I don’t have even a bottle of wine to bring with me. Could you wait until I go to the store and buy one,” anadolu yakası escort Heather asked.

“No way. I have wine, too; however, I don’t know what goes with beef stew: red or white. Does it matter to you?” Paula queried.

“Lord, no, I don’t know the difference either. Okay, that sounds wonderful. I hate to cook for myself, too. Thanks so much for the invite. I’ll be down in half an hour,” said Heather.

“Before you leave, Heather, would you do me a favor? Look outside the door and see if anyone’s out there. When you get to the top of the stairs, signal me if there is no one in the hall. I don’t want to get dressed in here and then undressed when I get to my apartment,” Heather agreed, looked outside, and carried her basket up the stairs.

When she reached the hall, she motioned Paula to come ahead. Paula rushed up the basement stairs with her laundry basket. Heather watched Paula’s breasts bounce as she climbed the stairs. Heather was aroused again.

___________________________

After Paula closed her apartment door, Heather went to her apartment; she found her vibrator and was able to reach an orgasm in just a few minutes. Her tension was gone. She put her clean clothes away, took a quick shower, dressed and hurried down to Paula’s apartment.

When Heather reached the first-floor apartment, Paula welcomed her with a glass of white wine and told her that dinner would be ready in five minutes.

Paula was wearing only a long T-shirt and sandals. Heather felt overdressed in jeans. She would definitely keep Paula’s present appearance in mind the next time she masturbated.

‘Ummm. This is really good, Paula. Do you cook like this often?” Heather asked.

“No. But if I had someone else to cook for, I would cook more often. I love being a chef. It’s a hobby of mine,” Paula said with a sigh.

“What about your boyfriend? Don’t you cook for him?” asked Heather.

“No boyfriend, Heather. There are no eligible men where I work, and I don’t go anywhere where there are any. Where is your significant other?” Paula inquired.

“It’s hard to believe that someone as attractive as you doesn’t have men breaking down your door. Oh, my significant other, well, uh, overseas.” Heather offered.

“In the army you mean? In Iraq or Afghanistan?” Paula asked with an inquisitive tone in her voice.

“Well, uh, umm,” Heather stuttered.

“Oh, I don’t mean to pry. One of those secret military places, I take it? I won’t ask any more questions. Sorry,” Paula apologized but wondered what the mystery was.

“Heather, I just had a thought. Since you don’t like to cook, and I do, why don’t I cook for both of us? I’d love to try new recipes if you’d be willing to risk your life on my cooking.” Paula asked jokingly.

“That is so generous of you, Paula, but I feel that would be taking advantage of you,” Heather said uncomfortably.

“No, no. I’d love it. I’ll tell you what we can do; let’s eat together regularly. We’ll split the grocery bill, and if you feel you have to help, you can clean up afterwards. Please say yes. We can shop together at that market down the street. Please, Heather. Just until your boyfriend gets back from overseas. Okay? I’d love your company,” Paula pleaded.

“That would be absolutely marvelous. I feel lonely myself and that would be …” Paula had one foot raised up on the chair she was sitting on. As Paula was wearing no underwear, Heather could see her pussy. She found it difficult to speak. What is happening to me? Why is this woman raising my blood pressure? She thought: I hope she dresses this way when I’m here again. But what if she has some ulterior motive for suggesting we eat together? Well, I can always find some excuse and end it. It’s not like she is going to attack me or anything.

I can’t wait to see her naked again. I hope Paula takes her clothes off the next time we wash clothes together. She has such a great body.

“Paula, do you want to wash clothes together again? We can talk and the time will go by a lot faster,” Heather queried.

“You must have been reading my mind. I was about to ask you the same thing. I really like this, Heather. It’ll be almost like we’re living together,” Paula replied.

___________________________

Four weeks have gone by and the two women have had dinner together every evening and washed clothes together every Thursday after work. Paula locked the laundry room door, took her clothes off and used the washer as a vibrator. Heather was so turned on each time that she rushed upstairs and masturbated. Paula’s scent stayed in her nostrils until Heather came one or more times. She was not as anxious for her SO to come home now.

One evening as she was about to fall asleep, the phone rang. “Hello,” she said sleepily.

“Heather, it’s me, Paula. I can’t sleep. I think someone turned my doorknob. Maybe it’s a burglar or worse. Is it all right if I come up to your apartment? I can sleep on the sofa. I’m etiler escort really scared, Heather.” Before Heather could say yes or no, Paula continued, “Heather, can you watch for me coming up the stairs?”

“Sure Paula, give me one minute to put on a robe, and I’ll open my door and watch until you come up,” suggested Heather with anticipation.

Heather opened her door and watched Paula, wearing a shorty nightgown, run up the stairs. When Paula got to Heather’s apartment, she grabbed Heather, pushed her into the apartment, turned and closed and locked the door. She turned and hugged Heather and held her for several minutes. Heather didn’t push her away. She liked the feel of Paula’s body against hers.

“Gee Paula, I thought you would be dressed. I don’t have extra bedclothes to put on the sofa. Well, I suppose you’ll have to sleep in my bed. It’s queen-size, so there’s enough room for two. Is that okay with you or would you rather go back down and bring up a pillow and a sheet for the sofa?” asked Heather.

“I think your bed would be more comfortable. That’ll be fine; that is if it’s okay with you. I wouldn’t want to crowd you.” The two women went to bed and faced away from each other. Although she was a bit stimulated by Paula’s presence, Heather fell asleep within minutes.

“Heather, are you asleep? ….Heather? Are you asleep, Heather? …..Heather? …. Heather?”

“What is it, Paula? I was asleep. Can it wait ’til morning? I’ve been reading and editing a manuscript since dinner, and I’m exhausted. Let me go back to sleep.”

_______________________

It was Saturday, six thirty in the morning. “Heather, are you awake yet?” …Heather?” Paula was pressing up against Heather, spoon fashion. She was kissing the nape of Heather’s neck and had her arm around Heather. “Are you awake, Heather?”

“I am now. Paula, this isn’t going to work if you keep waking me. Paula, do you realize you’re holding my boob?” Paula took her hand away. Heather looked at the clock. “Cripes Paula, it’s six thirty. Let me sleep at least another hour. Okay?”

“Heather, are you awake? It’s seven thirty. Can we talk?” asked Paula.

“Yes, I’m awake now. Paula, you’re holding my tit again. What is so important that you have to talk about it so early?” She sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked at Paula who was now sitting up. Heather had enjoyed Paula holding her breast, but the stimulation made it difficult to sleep. She saw that Paula had taken her nightgown off and was naked.

Heather admired Paula’s big pointed breasts and thought: I’ve always considered my breasts to be my best feature, but Paula’s are beautiful, too. They aren’t shaped like mine, but they are really yummy. I have an urge to bite them.

“Heather, I have a confession to make. Something is really bothering me. I’ve been doing something that I’m ashamed of, and I want to tell you…Heather, I lied to you; there is no pact among the residents in this building about washing all their clothes and being nude in the laundry room. I made that up because I was trying to excite you. I made that sign; I put the lock on the door; I took my clothes off and used the washing machine to get off because I wanted you to respond. I wore a T-shirt when we had dinner and put my foot up on my chair, so you could see between my legs when the T slid down. I wanted a reaction that I never got, and I’m ashamed of myself. Heather, I’m gay. I was hoping you were gay, too. I couldn’t bring myself to come right out and ask you, so that’s why I did what I did.

“Even after you told me you had a boyfriend, I hoped you might be bi, and we could make love until he got back from overseas. I’ve been watching you ever since you moved here, and I am smitten with you, Heather. Smitten. Do you think you could like me even a little; enough to have sex with me, I mean? Pleaded Paula.

“Heather, I’ve read that men don’t mind their women having sex with another woman; they even enjoy it. The most common fantasy men have is having two women in bed at the same time. I’d be willing to do that when he gets back home; I don’t mean having sex with him but letting him watch me pleasuring you. Please Heather, think about it. I know you’re straight, but you could close your eyes and pretend it was your boyfriend going down on you, sucking your boobs, licking your thighs, and…”

Heather didn’t let Paula finish her thoughts, “Paula, my significant other is very important to me. My feelings of love, devotion, even adoration will never change, and I will never consider leaving that relationship. As far as I’m concerned, that commitment is for ever,” Heather declared.

“That being said, I want you to know that I have responded to your sexuality – and nudity. I have been stimulated and aroused by you; I just didn’t let on because I didn’t know you were gay and trying to entice me. I thought your actions were purely incidental and naïve,” Heather admitted.

“I’m not sure I could actually have sex with you, but I am sorely tempted. I may be bi-curious if not actually bi-sexual. I may regret asking this, but what did you have in mind?” Heather wondered if she was making a grave mistake by not nipping this in the bud, but she was needy and Paula was yummy. This was compounded by the fact that her significant other was not there to take care of her physical needs.

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This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. It continues after ‘Neighbourly Ladies’ Chapter 1, and tells of two ladies finding themselves, so please don’t read it if you don’t like this idea.

*

When Tom was at home we would sometimes go out for a meal together as a foursome. I was pleased that Tom got on so well with Elizabeth’s husband Chris. I thought that he was a bit effeminate but he seemed nice enough. It was funny really as he would almost jump to attention when Elizabeth told him to do something. Anyone could see she was the boss.

My husband Tom was totally different and it was noticeable that Elizabeth was very respectable when Tom was present. If Chris was with us on his own, Elizabeth seemed to ignore him, so I started to ignore him as well.

One evening the four of us went out to dinner. I told Elizabeth that Tom had to leave for an overseas trip the next morning. She smiled. So did I. She knew I wanted to see her again.

At the end of the meal she whispered: “Ring me as soon as he has gone!”

So the morning after Tom had left I rang her to tell her that I was free and she told me to come around at 11 am.

I agreed, and then she asked me: “What underwear are you wearing Margaret?”

I told her I had some little skimpy bikini knickers on.

She simply said: “That’s no good, Margaret, I want you in tight white cotton panties. They are much more suitable for a woman of your age, and better for your pussy than that thong you wore last time.”

I don’t know why I was so subservient but I simply answered: “Yes Elizabeth.”

Again it seemed so natural to ask: “What else would you like me to wear Elizabeth?”

She went silent for a minute so I waited.

Then she said “I want you in that nice beige sweater-dress.”

I asked: “Do you mean my short angora woollen dress, Elizabeth?”

She laughed: “Yes Margaret. I’d like you in cuddly soft wool and nice white knickers. You should leave your bra off too.” I don’t know why but I felt so giggly.

I let myself into her house – she’d lent me a spare key the week after we’d first moved in – and went into the lounge to see her sitting in their sofa wearing just the pink v-neck cardigan that she’d had on the last time we’d played, and plain tight white panties – no skirt at all.

I gasped but somehow it didn’t surprise me.

She looked at me and smiled: “I do like you in that dress Margaret, and with no bra you look so cuddly and soft.”

I murmured gratefully: “Thank you Margaret.”

I couldn’t understand myself. I was in my forties and yet I felt so thankful if she said anything nice to me.

It got even more bizarre as I stood in front of her and she smiled: “You are a good little girl, aren’t you Margaret, wearing just what I wanted and doing just what I say.”

“Well of course – I hope I’m polite enough for you Elizabeth.”

She nodded.

“Pull your dress up Margaret, and let me see your panties.” she ordered.

I didn’t even question it, and just pulled up the hem of my short dress, displaying my tight white cotton knickers.

Again I felt relieved when she smiled: “You are a good girl for wearing just what I said. You do want to be a good little girl for Mummy, don’t you Margaret?”

I am 43 but felt in a dream as I heard myself answering: “Yes Mummy.”

She was sitting in front of me with her legs together, and opened her arms before telling me: “Come to Mummy, Margaret and kneel over me. Keep your legs apart to straddle mine.”

As I moved forward she pulled me partly on top of her so I grabbed the back of the chair, with my knees on the sofa, so I was left straddling her with my legs wide apart, feeling somehow vulnerable despite being on top of her. She pulled my head down and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue just licking at my lips.

“Now I’ve got you where I want you!” she smiled, and I felt her arms encircling me then stroking down my back, feeling the softness of the wool, moving down to squeeze my pantied bottom. It was a ridiculous position for two women of our age but it felt so lovely as her hands stroked softly but firmly over the tight cotton of my panties.

We stayed like that for ages as she fondled me, feeling round my waist under the dress, and over the soft wool where my breasts were hanging down.

“Mmm,” she murmured, “I do love the feel of your body under this soft wool. Your titties feel even more gorgeous than before, now they are hanging in front of me, and your bottom feels so nicely firm under your knickers. I can’t wait to taste your pussy again, Margaret!”

I flushed, but loved the feelings she was giving me, and in this position I just had to let her make all the moves.

She moved both hands down to my panties, stroking over my bottom then getting closer to my cunt as she followed the line of the elastic round and slipped between my legs.

Then she whispered up to me: “Undo my buttons, Margaret. Get Mummy’s tits out.”

It was tuzla escort difficult to do from this position, but I did as I was old, reaching down with one hand to fumble at each button, as I had to keep my other arm on the back of the sofa to stop myself falling on her. Despite only having one hand, the buttons seemed to opened easily, and the soft woollen fabric just fell away with each button, until her beautiful big breasts were fully exposed and the wool hung each side of her, framing them prettily.

As she put her hands between my legs and started to rub my panty gusset I started to moan but I knew how good she was and besides, straddling her like I was, I couldn’t stop her anyway.

Soon her fingers had wormed their way inside my panties, and I felt them tickling my cunt as the explored me further. I was feeling quite damp and squidgy now, so I opened my legs more and felt her fingers move gently inside me.

She whispered: “Is this nicer than with your husband Margaret?”

“Oh God yes Elizabeth, he’s not gentle like you – he seems to think he can just push a finger in any time.”

“Is he any good at fucking you, Margaret?”

It was a very personal question about the private side of my marriage but I had no hesitation in confessing “No, Elizabeth. He doesn’t satisfy me at all. He usually just sticks himself in me, then pushes up and down till he’s finished. That’s when he can get hard enough to stick in me at all.”

“Well from now on Margaret, you will tell me every time he fucks you, or tries to. Then we will make love properly afterwards, to make up for it”

I nodded.

“Margaret?” she smiled.

“Yes Elizabeth”

“I will satisfy you fully. You know I will, don’t you?”

It didn’t seem strange to me so I answered “Yes, I know you will Elizabeth, just like you did last time.”

“So now I will finger fuck you to start with, Margaret.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘to start with’ but again I quickly replied: “Oh yes please, I want you to finger me Margaret.”

She knew I was nervous about Tom and she murmured: “I will fuck you whenever Tom is not around.” I wasn’t sure if she had used the word finger.

I suddenly wondered about her husband so asked: “What about Chris, Elizabeth?”

She didn’t seem to understand the question. “What about him?”

“Will we have to wait until he’s gone out?”

She laughed: “Don’t worry about him Margaret. He will do as he is told. He’s in his room now, probably looking at porn on the internet.” Somehow I didn’t doubt her power over him.

Chris had a small build but his face was quite attractive. When I had mentioned it to Elizabeth the other day she had said ‘I know Margaret he can be quite pretty’. It was a strange way to talk about her husband but I didn’t dare ask any more.

So Elizabeth continued her fingering of me, with me straddling her and watching her breasts wobbling as her fingers did their wonderful work. I just stayed still, taking in the beautiful feelings of my neighbour’s fingers inside my knickers as she flicked at my clitty and pushed deep inside me. After a while I’d started a gentle rocking movement, pushing down on her as her fingers pushed up inside me, and relishing the fingering of my clitty with each thrust.

“Mmmm well I think you’re ready now, don’t you?” she smiled up at me. “You won’t cum very well in this position, so let’s have you on the floor, with your dress pulled right up and your legs apart. Then I’ll be able to get to you properly!”

Feeling so strange, yet somehow so natural, I just did as she said, standing up first before sitting down on the big rug in the centre of the room.

“Now just pull that dress up and lay back, with your legs wide apart, and your hands behind your head.” she ordered.

So I meekly did as I was told, feeling the cool air as it reached my cunt, and letting the soft wool of my dress crumple up around my shoulders. I felt totally exposed, yet somehow it all seemed perfectly normal. Maybe it was because she’d fucked me already, so I knew what pleasures she could give me.

Elizabeth stood up, her breasts wobbling as she moved, and stood over me with her hands on her hips.

“You are such a good neighbour, aren’t you, doing just as I say? Now I’m going to give you a special treat!”

And to my surprise she went out of the room.

I heard some noises outside, and in a couple of minutes she was back, with a big black strap-on dildo at the front of her panties. I was shocked – but somehow couldn’t think of what to say or do.

“First a little sucking is in order, my dear, before I get on to the fucking!” she smiled, bending down between my legs and parting my folds with her fingers.

I gasped as he tongue licked my clitty – she just did it so well. Then she was kissing and licking and sucking at me as my body gave in to her again. At the back of my mind was the black dildo, but somehow her pleasuring mouth was just too good to think of anything else.

Then pendik escort I felt her slip her fingers into me again, and I pushed down on her to welcome them back. God she was a good lover, always knowing what I wanted next, and giving it to me so skilfully.

I was panting now and my hips writhing in her face as she got me more and more excited.

Suddenly she pulled back and knelt up, and I saw again the black dildo strapped to her hips. It looked much bigger than Tom, both fatter and longer, but I was so far gone now that I didn’t care.

She inched towards me, then got into position, opening my wet lips with her fingers to push the dildo against me.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” she smiled, just before she began to penetrate me. “It needs to be nice and wet before I push it in you, doesn’t it, so I’ll just come over for you to suck it a little.”

And she moved round to my head, lowering the tool to my mouth and pushing it into me.

Subconsciously I just opened my mouth to take it in – and it was huge. I’d sucked Tom on a few occasions when he was particularly forceful, but he didn’t feel anything like this size. So I just licked, tasting my own juices on the end, and sucked at it as Elizabeth looked down on me, smiling down as she pushed it into my mouth. But quite soon she pulled it back out again.

“That’ll do,” she said, “It just needs to be wet for your cunt, not for your oral pleasuring.”

And she moved back between my legs, opening my folds again with her fingers before pushing the dildo into me.

I gasped to start with, as it felt so big, but soon her fingers were flicking at my clitty, exciting me to relax as she gently pushed it further into me. As she leaned forwards to push it further up me, she slipped a hand up my dress to feel my nipple, and began thrusting with her hips, just like Tom did. The feel of her fingers on my nipple just melted me again, and I felt her pushing the dildo further and further up inside me, until I was taking it all and she was right on top of me.

As she leaned forward further, so her head moved nearer to mine, and she moved down to kiss me, pushing her cunt-flavoured tongue into my mouth. My tongue met hers and we played, as her dildo thrusting continued with my hips now rising up to meet hers.

Somehow she’d kept one hand down, and continued to flick and tease my clitty while she pounded me with her dildo, stroked my nipples and probed my mouth with her tongue. I felt so submissive with all her attention, but so delicious and squidgy at the same time. I knew I couldn’t last long, so just enjoyed all the pleasures she was giving me as her hips pushed the dildo in and out of my willing cunt.

I was breathing so hard now that she knew I was nearly there, and fingering me harder, she moved her head down to suck at my nipple under my dress.

I was in heaven when I came, panting hard and crying out: “Oh, Elizabeth!” in between catching my breath. She seemed to love it too, pushing in and out much more actively than Tom ever did, as my orgasm flowed on and on.

“Come on, Margaret!” she kept urging, “Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me!”

It seemed to last forever, but slowly I realised I was coming down and looked around the room. I was sure I saw something at the doorway, but when I looked again it was gone. Had Chris been watching his wife fuck me? I shuddered at the thought.

As I calmed down, Elizabeth smiled down at me. “Well you seemed to like that, Margaret, and you took Blackie very well for your first time, didn’t you?”

“Oh you are just so good at exciting me, Elizabeth.” I said. “I can’t help but cum when you please me so well!”

“Well I’m glad you can take it, as my next job for you is to fuck me back. I’ll not be giving you any second oral cumming till you’ve pleasured me, my girl. So I’ll just pull Blackie gently out of your cunt, and then unstrap him so you can push him into mine!”

So she slipped out of my stretched vagina, revealing the length that had just been up inside me, and stood up to undo the straps around her hips.

“Come on, up you get!” she said, offering me her hand.

As I stood up my dress slipped down over my breasts, resting on my hips.

“No you’ll need to lift it up a bit so as I can strap him on. Just open your legs a bit as there’s a strap to go between them Sorry it’s a bit damp.” she said, looking up at me and grinning.

After what we’d just done, her strapping the big black dildo on seemed just like a normal thing to do. The strap between my legs was very damp, and the hip strap pulled it tightly to my cunt as the big cock stood out in front of me.

Elizabeth checked it for tightness, by holding the end and pulling it about. As she pushed it towards me I realised why she was so wet, as there was a ridge that just pushed perfectly against my clitty.

“Now I’ll just lie on that warm patch you’ve left me, and you can come down and fuck me. I think I’m pretty much ready, but you can finger me first maltepe escort to check!” and she pecked me on the cheek as she walked past, peeled her panties off, then lay on the floor, carefully arranging her cardigan so it hid her breasts, at least for the moment.

She opened her legs wide, and put her hands behind her head, which meant her cardigan just slipped open, revealing her breasts sagging gently to each side.

“Right Margaret – I’m ready for Blackie now, so come down here and fuck me please!”

I’d never even fingered a girl before, but Elizabeth was just so wet that after the first shock of touching her cunt, it all seemed perfectly natural. Her clitty was obviously well aroused so I rubbed it with my thumb, smiling as she responded with a gentle moan. She must have shaved herself recently, as the skin was so soft and smooth all over her slippery cunt.

Then I slipped a finger inside her and realised she was so big. Soon I had three fingers in and there seemed more space yet. I realised Blackie was made for her – probably unlike her wimpish husband. As she was getting more and more excited, I moved myself closer.

“Are you ready?” I asked, nervously.

“Oh yes, now come and fuck me Margaret, push Blackie straight into me!”

So I did as I was told, marvelling at how easy it was to find the right spot and how readily her body took the huge dildo inside. Now I knew what it felt like to be a man fucking a woman! I relished the thought of dominating my neighbour for a short while with my big cock inside her, and realised I should pleasure her as she had me.

So I slipped one hand down so that my finger could rub her clitty, and began some deep thrusts inside my neighbour’s cunt. I watched her breasts wobble each time I thrust in, then concentrated on making them wobble more as I thrusted with a faster and faster motion.

Elizabeth was moaning now as her orgasm neared, so feeling bolder I leaned my free arm forward and stroked at her nipples, squeezing them hard one after the other. That seemed to do the trick as now she was panting hard, her hips moving fast in response to mine as I pushed Blackie in and out of her squishy cunt. It was making quite a noise now as her juices and her body slid over the big rod, and her mound slapped against mine.

Suddenly she was there, shouting out and thrashing her hips so that I could only just stay on top of her. It was fantastic to watch, and even more so as it was me that had made her cum. I felt so good and powerful, seeing her near-naked body under me as I pushed in and out of her, fucking her deep inside her cunt. I carried on fingering and fucking her, watching as further orgasms peaked until her panting began to slow down.

Slowly she subsided, and again I thought I heard a noise behind me at the door, but when I glanced round there was nothing to see. Maybe Chris did like watching his wife fucked by the dildo. Maybe he used it himself? Suddenly I felt a little chill, but Elizabeth carried on slowly subsiding from her orgasms.

“God you were good, Margaret!” she smiled, “I’ve not an orgasm that good for ages! And you used Blackie as if it was your own cock – have you used one before with Tom?”

“God no!” I replied, “Why would I want a dildo with Tom?”

“Well some men like anal sex, you know, and would love their wives to penetrate them.”

“Really?” I asked, “I ‘m sure Tom would run a mile!”

“Well Chris certainly likes his anal pleasures – but he can’t take Blackie up his arse as it’s way too big.”

Suddenly I was hearing personal details I didn’t need, but she continued anyway.

“I think you must have led a sheltered, life, Margaret, but now you’re our neighbour we can see about opening your eyes a little – a bit like you opened your legs for me. I bet you didn’t think you could enjoy sex with a lady like this, did you?”

“Well no,” I replied, “That’s true. I still can’t believe it is so nice and so natural – and so easy too, with Tom away and Chris upstairs.”

“Well he’d better be, or they’ll be trouble!” she said, looking at the door. I was sure I could hear a noise outside, but maybe it was just the wind.

Gingerly I began pulling the dildo out of Elizabeth’s vagina, amazed at the size of the black tool, and how easy it had been to push into her. I also couldn’t believe she’d pushed it in me. No wonder I felt a little sore between my legs!

“Right, Margaret, time for a cup of tea, I think?” smiled Elizabeth, getting herself up to a standing position.

She pulled on her panties, then buttoned up her cardigan, smiling to herself as she recalled her pleasuring.

“Now let’s just unstrap Blackie!” she smiled. “He’s done enough for today I think.”

“Well yes, I’m certainly a bit sore after having all that inside me.”

“Oh you poor thing,” replied Elizabeth, “I forget that I’m so used to him now, my cunt just seems the right size. But if you’re more used to just a man’s cock, then I suppose you could be a bit tender. I’ll see if I can make you better after tea and cakes.”

And with that she went out to the kitchen, leaving me to pull on my panties and slip down my lovely soft woolly dress.

I sat back on the sofa and cuddled up to myself, wondering how she might make me better. What a neighbour! Whatever next?

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